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winters-rose-daughterofcain · 5 months

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Part 2 of Everlark and their parents lets go Peeta your turn now.

Now this one is harder. We know very little explicit information about Peeta's family so a lot of this will be inference and my own personal interpretation of the family and their dynamic based on what we do see, what we don't see, and the way Peeta acts, so if you disagree with me that's all good lol.

So first, Peeta grew up in an absuive household. That's not a debate that's explicitly canon. Him mother not only hits him, implied to be with something, but also calls him a worthless creature when he burns the bread for Katniss. No matter that circumstance that is not how you treat your eleven year old child, that is not how you treat any child period, and this clearly isn't a one off or first time. Even though we personally see very little of the abuse on page, I at least think its impact of Peeta is very clear.

This boy has abysmal self esteem, when he discovers Katniss and Haymich have hidden things from him again he feels as if they view him as weak and stupid and too dumb to get it, that's the automatic assumption even though we know that's so far from the truth it's laughable. But for a child that grew up being consistently insulted and belittled it's not that far of a jump to make.

His ability to lie, also I think is relevant here. That kind of ability with words doesn't come from nowhere, that doesn't just happen that's something practiced. A theme with Katniss and Peeta's talents throughout the trilogy is that even the things they are good at and that help them were born from necessity. Katniss is so good with a bow and practical survival skills because she had to be, because even though she grew to love hunting, she and her family would have died without it. Peeta's skill with art comes from working at the bakery it comes from years worth or practise and labor he put in as a child, and I think his ability to lie, manipulate, mask his true feelings and talk his way though things stems from a similar place. His mother is called 'the witch' colloquially, we see she clearly has a temper and resorts to violence and insults quickly. A lot of children who grow up in abuse grow to be very charming, they learn how to lie and manipulate the situation to get themselves out of trouble and to keep themselves and potentially their siblings safe. At least to me Peeta's unmatched ability to impact and morph a situation with just his words could very easily be linked back to his childhood. We all love that Peeta is such a good manipulator but only ever uses it for good, and I think this is partially why, because he doesn't even want to be necessarily, it was a skill born for survival. His mothers cruelty is also shown very much to not be reserved purely for him, she chases starving children away from their empty bins, speaks awfully about the seam and the people from it.

His father is a complicated man. he clearly dose have love for Peeta and is shown many times to be a kind man at his core. But he is passive. He may bring Katniss cookies and make generous trades, he may have been the one to impart that inherent kindness we see in him onto Peeta, and may have been the only safe adult in the house, but he is passive. We don't know the extent of how much he steps in when his wife starts acting out, but from what we can see of her effect of Peeta clearly not enough. He also doesn't come to live with him after the games, none of them do. And while I understand practically that might not be the most reasonable situation, a newly disabled, traumatised sixteen year old boy was still left to live alone. His family may have visited often, they still talk we see him going to dinner with them, but I think their lack of mention speaks more than anything else here.

The relationship between his parents was also not exactly the best model to grow up observing. When he is five years old his dad tells Peeta is was in love with another woman, he points out her child to him, explains how he lost her. There is no addendum of how much he loves his mother now, how it was in the past. Peeta grew up with parents he was acutely aware did not love each other and from what we see and here, don't even pretend to act like it.

Now how dose this relate to Katniss. This first part is more my own speculation so ignore me if you disagree, but Katniss in the first games mentions Peeta doing certain things with her she remembers her parents doing, and wondering where he learnt it from, thinking surely not his own parents. And I think she's right, I think he learnt it from hers. Peeta is observant, I think after his father pointed out Katniss and her mother he payed attention, not just to Katniss but to her parents as well. I think he was a little fascinated by this family, these parents who clearly adore each other these children with skin clear of bruises who have never been made to feel like nothing from there parents who clearly think the world of them. There was six years from when Peeta noticed her to Mr Everdeens death, that's six years for him to observe this family and their love. Not obsessively, not even knowingly, but I think it happened. I think the Everdeens weren't just Katniss's reference for a relationship but Peeta's as well. I don't think she was the only one drawing comparisons, even if he didn't completely realise what he was doing.

(Additional evidence for this pointed out by @intellectual-punk in Mockingjay Haymitch tells Katniss the doctors showed Peeta the propo of her singing The Hanging Tree and he recognized the song and Katniss says she doesn’t know how he could as he never heard her sing it. Haymitch says he remembers her father singing it as their fathers traded. Peeta hasn't heard this song since he was 11, he’s 17 at the time of remembering it. So for him to remembering it after so long after last hearing it and clearly not hearing it around the house we can imagine that her father must have sang it near every time the two men traded and that Peeta was either specifically listening to his singing as he knows from his father that that is how Mr Everdeen won over Mrs Everdeen or he was just generally paying attention to the man either on his own or in relation to Katniss.)*Found in notes {Thank you so much for this}

I also think, going back to people seeking out the familiar, that Katniss reminded him in certain ways of his father. They're both quiet, both people associated with providing food in one way or another. I think he see's her in the way that while they both clearly love him, they both struggle to show him, leaving him to question it for a long time. But where his father fails to protect him, Katniss doesn't. Katniss doesn't have his fathers passivity, far from it, Katniss Everdeen is anything but passive. She actively works to protect him and others, she speaks out loudly when she finds something wrong, she still has that kindness, but it never gets in the way of what's necessary.

This is also where I see his mother come in, I think he dose see some similarities there. In their tempter, in the sharp way they can use their words, in the way she underestimates him in the beginning and even hurts him on occasion, shoving him into the vase (I think?) and cutting his hands after the first interview. But in so many ways Katniss is the opposite. Peeta may have developed a crush because of her voice, but he falls in love because of the way she helps people, because he knows her intrinsically and intrinsically Katniss is someone who cares. He always comments on her healing ability, even if she finds it lacking it's clearly something he loves about her, hands that heal instead of hurt. His mother was cruel to everyone especially those less fortunate, meanwhile Katniss would give everything on her to those who need it more. He see's the similarities yes, and unconsciously that familiarity might be a small drive towards her, but ultimately he loves Katniss for the ways in which she is different from his mother, the ways in which his mother failed, for the ways in which she stepped in where his father fell short. As well as for a lot of other reasons of course, but I think his parents impact is definitely something to consider.

#peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #everlark #mr mellark #mrs mellark #the hunger games #thg #katniss and peeta #tw: abuse #part 2 #i love him so much #my love I'm sorry you didn't deserve that #they deserved so much better #character analysis

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birlwrites · 3 months

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tell me about how Geoff feels about all of his children teammates (former teammates? oh no he's graduated now hasn't he 😢 no more Geoff)

FORMER TEAMMATES😭

alright oldest to youngest let's do this

thomas: (was a 6th year in geoff's last year; megan's beater partner) sososo much better than his older brother stephen who is in geoff's year and Sucks, took being ordered around on the pitch by a second-year with an admirable amount of grace, they're buddies! not super super close but friends

evan: literally how is evan the second oldest in this list. anyway. geoff legit does not know evan ever had a crush on him despite the flying face-first into a goalpost incident. he was too worried about evan's nose to think about things like 'now why the fuck did he do that.' evan is bad at staying on track but good at fucking with the opposing team. very easy to get along with except for when geoff wants to duct tape his mouth shut so he'll stop interrupting during their team huddle (fourth year evan would have been devastated. rip)

emma: sometimes keeps evan in line, sometimes doesn't, depends on how laser-focused she is on the quidditch of it all (the more focused she is, the less likely she is to notice distractions like evan rambling about grass stains) - geoff and emma are close friends, geoff was prepared to FIGHT to get her that captaincy after he graduated (he didn't have to though. he nominated her to slughorn and slughorn was like ok cool). they spent a lot of time together working on strategy and that morphed into being actual friends. emma offered to hex warrington like 6 times in the wake of The Scandal. geoff said no but he was touched

regulus: a bizarre combination of 'composed, dignified future wizengamot lord' and 'would crack his skull open to win the quidditch cup.' he seems like a different person when he's off the pitch. geoff didn't know he had a sense of humor for weeks after meeting him. stupid attitude towards his own injuries, Desperately needs to chill out, hopefully evan can be a good influence on him, wait why is he suddenly the main character of slytherin what happened what did he do

theophania: geoff was SO relieved that she seemed to be getting along well with various teammates, she's not very outgoing or talkative and keeper can be an isolated position (not as much as seeker - the keeper is supposed to work with the beaters - but it can suck if the team isn't functioning well), but theophania is kicking ass, she's just doing it quietly WJGLHWEKJF. she was the one geoff was worried about re: meshing well with the team - regulus was less of a concern since he was already friends with emma and evan, and everyone else is like... more outgoing. geoff thinks she could be captain after emma, and she'd be good at it, but only if she really works to be more assertive in team meetings and not just when she's asked for her opinion

megan: spiritually, geoff has invested in a leash backpack. his main concern with megan is really just that she's going to earn herself a penalty, which would suck - but she loves the game too much to really fuck things up. secretly he wants to just see what she would do if she could do anything she wanted without fear of reprisal, but as captain he feels like that would be uh. Bad Leadership. geoff has had a lot of arguments with amycus carrow in the seventh-year dorms about her. good times all around

#dark lord wip #should i make an inbox tag

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sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel · 2 years

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Visser Three: <Now, my little Andalites. Not feeling so brave anymore, are you?>

Marco: <You turned into a giant marshmallow. How's that supposed to be terrifying? This isn't Ghostbusters.>

Visser Three: <I... what? Wait, how is this possible? I acquired a viscious and ferocious monster!>

Ax: <Perhaps it is a species with multiple sets of DNA? Or is otherwise sufficiently unlike anything my people were aware of that the morphing technology did not properly register it?>

Visser Three, smugly: <See, Iniss? I told you they were Andalites.>

Chapman: "Sir, one of them knew what a marshmallow was."

Visser Three: <So what? I knew what marshmallows were before I even came to this planet.>

Chapman: "From my host, I assume."

Visser Three: <No, the Skrit-Na.>

Chapman: "... Well they also referenced a popular Human documentary."

Visser Three: <Iniss, please, have some respect. The Andalites are more than capable of intercepting Human transmissions.>

Chapman: "AND he sounded like one of the children at my school! A child who, I remind you, is the son of Visser One's human host!"

Marco: <No I don't.>

Visser Three: <See, the Andalite has no idea who you are talking about.>

Chapman: "THAT'S NOT WHAT HE SAID!!"

Visser Three: <You and your stupid theories. That is a gorilla, not a human. I know there is some resemblance, but my advisers assure me they are not the same.>

Chapman: "But I'm you're adviser!"

Visser Three: <I needed advisers who were competant. Tell me Iniss, when was the last time you were right about anything?>

Chapman, seething: "I hate you all so much right now."

Jake: <...So, can we get back to fighting?>

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heartofspells · 2 years

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Peter snippet please for WIP game

Ah, the Peter thing! I haven't worked on this in years, and it's not meant to be a massive piece as it is. I just liked the character study of it, mostly. And reading back through it now, I'm actually fairly proud of it, even if my ideas about Peter have shifted a bit in the passing time.

With a shift of movement, Peter Pettigrew grows from the ground. Front legs morph and elongate into arms and back legs lengthen. The long tail shrinks into nonexistence and some of the coarse hair disappears while other patches grow.

Peter stretches and groans before he sends a withering glare to the hungrily watching owl on the rooftop of the Burrow. He hates living as a rat. It's a necessary evil, but that doesn't make him despise it any less. The constant danger, the twitchy, panicky mind, and the sharp poking and prodding of young, red-headed children.

No, he shouldn't complain about that. The Weasleys gave him a home when no one else would have. They feed him and keep him alive and healthy while he lives out his life in hiding. It's worth it, all those deafening shrieks and experimentations from the entire lot, even those absurd twins.

With a shudder, Peter Apparates. When he pops back into existence, he's standing in a wooded area next to the sea. He can hear the waves crashing against the rocky cliffs and it's soothing to the still twitchy rat side of his mind. With a deep, inhaled breath of salt-filled sea air, Peter begins to walk.

He doesn't know why he feels compelled to do this. It's risky and dangerous at best and deadly at worst. Or maybe not worst. Perhaps what he's going to see is the worst possibility; a fate worse than death itself. Peter distantly wonders if he would long for such release were the tables turned, but there isn't any answer in his mind. There never is.

Peter shakes his head. He's doing it again, becoming distracted and side-tracked, something that has been happening much more frequently as of late. He's not sure why. Perhaps it's a side-effect from long term exposure to all those kids and the general chaos of the Burrow itself. Or maybe it's spending too much – No! Stop it! Distraction again. Back to the subject at hand.

Why is he doing such a stupid, idiotic thing? If Peter is honest with himself, he just needs to see that it worked. It's been six years, so obviously it has. But he needs to see it with his own eyes. He needs to see that his plan worked; needs to see that he's safe.

His back stiffens and his stomach clenches tightly as thunder rumbles overhead and Peter isn't sure if it's his imagination or if the ground truly does shake beneath his moving feet. Peter suddenly sees the ground splitting apart in his mind's eye and the gates of Hell opening wide to swallow him whole for his sins. He screams and runs; runs until his lungs burn and his muscles ache, but he doesn't stop. The demons are there, directly behind him. They want his flesh and his bones and his soul, but he won't give it to them. He won't!

#wip asks #peter pettigrew #ask #answer #snippet #my writing #holli writes

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aclosetfan · 2 years

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What about the boys? What fears would they have?👀

That's a good question! We don't have a lot to go off in canon, do we? Haha I'll give it my best shot and see what yall think.

I think that, like the girls, the boys wouldn't be afraid of much for the same reasons (i.e., being desensitized). Though, I feel they would be subjected to more horrors and less healthy outlets than the girls. So, while the girls have a sound support system to help them cope mentally, the boys are shit out of luck (unless it's your headcanon that they end up "going good"). For that reason, as the boys grow, they probably employ avoidance tactics and refuse to participate in any deeper self-reflection when confronting the things they are afraid of. Instead, they likely just barrel through their issues and bury them deep, deep, deep down inside of themselves, only for it to surface at the most inopportune times.

I think it's important to remember that they are "villains" who want to inflict fear, not be ruled by it, so if they are afraid of anything, they probably keep that locked tight. So, honestly, I don't think any of the boys would admit to any kind of fear, even the silly childhood ones, like being afraid of the dark. Though, likely, they'd accuse the other brothers of always being afraid of stupid things (which I think is already canon).

If I can get a little more meta with ya, based on the fact that the boys live in Fuzzy's cabin away from civilization, I think it can be argued that, like the girls, they'd also be afraid of rejection. However, unlike the girls, who constantly work for the City's love, the boys decide to reject everyone outside their trio before anyone could genuinely reject them. With that mentality in mind, I feel each of the boys would probably be afraid to show their true colors to people outside of their sibling unit and wary of other people's good intentions and love.

Next, I feel that the boys would have some major daddy issues, especially with HIM. Since the boys have died before, and they've witnessed how easy it is for HIM to manipulate life and death, they'd probably have an unhealthy fear of their mortality. Because of that, the boys would constantly try to prove their worth to HIM, and HIM would use that fear in his favor. If the boys never "go good," as many people like to think, I believe HIM's control over them would derange their minds, and they'd end up with sociopathic tendencies (if not already).

Finally, to end on a semi-lighter note, Brick's disgust with cockroaches in the episode Bubble Boy makes me think he doesn't like them! Also, in one of the comics, Butch doesn't like eating snails (which isn't a fear, but maybe a phobia??). And, obviously, none of the boys like being emasculated. I also really like how carriedreamerx (the author of As Time Goes By) gives Butch a fear of needles, connecting it back to Mojo experimenting on them as children. I think that's an interesting idea and links back to my "daddy issues" theory. I can't think of any canon-like fears for Boomer, but because he's probably more sensitive, like Bubbles, I bet he takes abandonment harder than his brothers.

And, ya know what, honestly, now that I'm thinking about it, because of their shitty upbringing, I think the boys would be afraid of adults as children, and as they grow, that fear morphs into a more profound hatred for others.

In sum, I feel that the boys would be afraid of a lot but admit to nothing. If you really think about the boys for longer than five minutes, like Bunny and Princess, they're tragic characters. Their semi-abandoned children who grow up feral in the woods and likely experience horrifying neglect and other such abuses. And that just breaks my heart.

#rrb #anon asks #this one's longer because there isn't really any canon to go off of lol sorry #its more speculative #man i know it's a cartoon but when you REALLY think about it #these poor boys #and again #this all really depends on the story the boys are being used for so fears are subject to change #also ik carriedreamer has a tumblr im just too shy to tag lol #linked her fic tho!#ppg breakdowns

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years

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Home isn't a place, it's you // Arthur Fleck x Reader // angst turns to fluff.

Summary: Arthur makes a huge self-depreciating comment to you when you’ve both had a bad day and things escalate. He hides out in his bedroom to calm down, to deal with everything alone, and you have to try and get through to him. Can you do it?

Word count: 1, 994.

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You had thought that you had seen Arthur in every possible mood. Happy, sad, totally defeated, determined, upset, loved up… you had never seen him angry before. Annoyed, definitely. Frustrated, pissed off, yes and yes. But angry? No. You hadn’t thought your sweet Arthur was capable of such an emotion, least of all towards you. It was your fault, you supposed. He had had a bad day and you had had a bad day and you both needed something from the other that just wasn’t possible in your current moods; which came together in the tense, smoky room and made it seem as though electrical currents were rubbing through every available surface and going straight through your bodies.

You fed off each other’s upset and discomfort, and the result had been Arthur gripping his raven locks in his thin fingers out of disbelief, his eyes wild as he looked at you. There was no love in his eyes as he looked at you in that moment. That realisation had cut you deeper than anything. He only felt negativity towards you as you raised your voices to each other in what was, admittedly, a very silly moment. Both of you just wanted to relax but here you were, starting to yell at each other. What a pair you made.

You sighed deeply, turned your back to Arthur so you could just close your eyes and count to ten, pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger. This was ridiculous. One, two, three, four... five - you bit back a sudden wave of anger, focusing even harder on just calming down - six seven eight nine and - “Would you please just let me comfort you? You don’t have to do things alone all the time, Arthur!”

“I don’t want you to comfort me,” Arthur bit out his words, his anger finally exploding, changing and morphing into something all the more terrifying. “Oh, come on, I’m a comedian, Y/N!” You looked confused as he continued, not knowing what he was trying to say to you, and that made Arthur even angrier than he already was. He was positively livid, though now you understood that the anger was towards himself. “My life is the biggest joke of anything I could ever come up with!”

Your stomach dropped and there was a horrible wrenching in your gut. You spoke before you were able to check your temper, so outraged were you by his audacity. “How fucking dare you speak about the man I love like that? Take it back.”

“No.” Arthur sounded like a petulant child who was aware that he had done something wrong, but he was being stubborn. The comment had been a little harsh, he supposed, but all he had were negative thoughts. How else was he supposed to feel? Couldn’t he talk to anyone now without there being a problem? He felt sick. He had to leave. His body ached and he just wanted to lay down with you and go to sleep. But instead, he had spoken without thinking and now you were going to leave him, too. Stupid, stupid, stupid -

“Take it back, Arthur. Now.” The callous way he referred to his own life and all that he was made you angrier than you could ever remember being. Tears, hot and salty, were pouring down your flushed cheeks. Neither of you could look at the other. Arthur’s words had done some real damage because you knew he thought it to be true. Seeing the resignation on your face and being unable to deal with your tears, Arthur emitted a painful groan which was immediately followed with the beginning hiccups of a horrific laughing fit. Without another word, Arthur buried his face in his arms, which he hurriedly crossed over his shoulders and sequestered himself away in the bedroom.

You stood there for some time simply staring at the place he had previously occupied and sat down to watch television, not caring what was on. You ended up pacing the living room floor. The carpet was already aged and far beyond needing to be replaced, so a few more holes in the worn material from your pent up energy and worry wouldn’t be noticed.

Minutes passed in tense silence, marked only by the breaking of your tried and tired heart.

Half an hour. Time crawled passed without Arthur beside you.

An hour marked the end of your patience.

This was so stupid. You were both fully grown adults so why were you acting like children? Communication was imperative with Arthur, it always had been, so why were you enabling his bad behaviour? You were separated by far more than just paper thin, mouldy walls. There was a huge emotional rift with no real solution other than time and some vastly needed tender loving care. You hated it when this happened. You knew that Arthur hated it. But he couldn’t help himself. You knew how damaged Arthur was, you had always known, and that had partly been why you had befriended him in the first place. That wasn’t, however, why you were with him. No... You were with him because from the urge to help had grown friendship and love. It had been a small seed planted in your mind from the very first time that Arthur had smiled at you, and you had watered and nurtured the seed until it had blossomed. You wanted to help him, to love him. You wouldn’t accept this any longer. He was going to let you help him, whether he wanted you to or not.

Laughter. It bounced off the walls and penetrated your inner ears. There was no hiding from this. You approached the bedroom door. Knocked. No answer. Your heart bled. You knocked again. Opened the door. Arthur was sat on the edge of the bed, his hand clasped to his throat. His face was bright red, veins popping in his forehead and neck as he struggled to breathe. He gagged on his laughter and it prompted you to act. Would your heart only get to break today?

You walked over to him, took his other hand in yours and squeezed. You weren’t angry anymore. Your bad day had faded into nothing, so insignificant was it compared to what was before you. “Ssh, ssh, I’ve got you.” You bent your head to press a kiss to Arthur’s forehead, “Just breathe, darling.”

His eyes, full of so much pain, flew to yours, and with a sudden show of strength did he grip your hand, his fingers shakily interlocking with yours. His laughter had stopped at your reassuring touch but Arthur was still hiccuping as he fought to get his breath back. Everything with Arthur was a fight today, it seemed. He was ferociously battling himself and all you could do was support him from the sidelines. Oh, but all you wanted to do was curl up beside him and go to sleep.

He opened his mouth, tried to apologise, but you shook your head at him, a gentle smile on your face. Now wasn’t the time for words. Words meant next to nothing in this situation. Arthur was a man of action. Instead of saying he loved his mother, he would go out and work as hard as he possibly could to support her. Instead of promising you things, he worked even harder, thinking you wouldn’t notice, just to deliver on the promises he made to you inside his head. It did mean that sometimes he would mentally beat himself up if he couldn’t stick to his promises, but you didn’t need to know that. Arthur didn’t need words right now. He needed you.

“Come up onto the bed.” Arthur watched you cautiously as you moved away from him and sat down against the headboard. With tears in your eyes and the harsh yellow lamps giving the room just enough illumination to be able to see each other without straining your eyes, Arthur’s heart was in his throat as he scrambled to get to you. He lacked his usual finesse and it made you giggle quietly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Was muttered so quietly that you thought you had misheard Arthur. But the way his bottom lip was quivering slightly and the way his eyes were glued to your face waiting for the inevitable rejection told you that he had spoken. Again and again did you stay in the face of Arthur’s bad behaviour, and again and again were you able to peel back his masks, to see the true raw vulnerability underneath almost everything he said and did.

“I accept your apology, but, next time, could you just... just talk to me? Don’t shut me out, don’t shut me down, just let me help you.”

Arthur had been kneeling near you on the bed, but at your words he laid down beside you, curling his legs up so he was in the foetal position. You shifted until you were lying down and facing him. With your heads occupying the same pillow, it seemed only natural for you to lay an arm over his waist lazily, your fingers dipping under the thin and worn material of his shirt. You made a mental note to buy him some more clothes. Everything about Arthur, his personality, his surroundings, his possessions, were worn out, thin, beaten down. Gotham had taken this ray of sunshine and rejected him time and again, neglected him time and again, and before long... Before long, there would be no Arthur Fleck to come home to every night. Whether by another’s hand or his own, he would eventually give in to his negativity. He was only human, and humans are fragile creatures.This wasn’t the first occasion in which you had found yourself wondering how much time you really had with Arthur. He was a fighter, this was true, but were you enough to keep him fighting?

In response to your touch, Arthur laid a hand on your cheek, his thumb stroking your face. The look of total love and adoration that you had so missed today was back in his eyes and it made you smile, your own gaze softening. He was forgiven. He would have been forgiven even if he hadn’t apologised. There was nothing he could do that would turn you away from him. You wondered if Arthur knew the depth of devotion that you felt towards him. You’d die for him, and he would do the same for you.

“I don’t deserve you.” Almost whispering, his voice was so soft, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. There was nothing you could say to tell him otherwise. Only actions would show him the truth. Arthur lay without moving for a few seconds while his abused brain caught up with what was happening, and then the fingers still stroking your hair stilled and he gave in to your affections, kissing you with such desperate passion that the heat within the room rose quickly. You weren’t in the mood for sex, though, you just wanted to cuddle. Indeed, Arthur pulled back as he realised the same thing, and instead he rolled you over onto your back so that he could bury his face in your chest, his legs entangling with yours. This was his favourite way to cuddle. His head moved here and there, nuzzling, searching for that one noise under his ear which made the entire world still.

Your heartbeat.

It didn’t take him long to find it, and it was with a weary yet relieved sigh that Arthur allowed his eyes to close, his arms tightening around you. You held him, your fingers in his hair, and together you found the puzzle piece of the day that had been missing.

The morning would bring new challenges. In the present, however, you had each earned your rest in the arms of the one you loved most.

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