You and Art the Clown getting married
ā REQUESTED: @jokersgrf
ā PAIRING: GN!reader + Art the Clown
ā WARNINGS: blood, implied murder, and well, Art is a serial killer clown so.
ā A/N: Thanks for this request! I had a lot of fun coming up with these. Enjoy, reblog, and leave me some requests if you liked it!
OF COURSE, Art's proposal is a spectacle. Art waits for you to finish the scavenger hunt ā yes, there are riddles involved ā to meet you at the end, dressed in his usual garments, but now, he is brandishing a big bowtie around his neck. Formal. His grin says it all. Art holds out the box in his hands, with the bottom soaked with blood that stings your nostrils. You open it to find a heart. A human heart. You smile politely although you are retching a little on the inside. A card rests on the bloody organ. āI got you this as a gift / Now you have my heart / Can I have yours too, Y/N? / I love you, Art.ā You donāt notice, but Art has dropped to one knee and holds out a ring. āOf course Iāll marry you!ā You exclaim, yanking him up to kiss him. āI love you too, Art.ā
AS EXPECTED, Art insists on going to help pick out what youāll wear on the big day. As youāre focusing on picking out articles to try on, there is suddenly some excited honking from that familiar bicycle horn. You look toward the sound, a little afraid of what you might see. Art has come out of the dressing room wearing the frilliest, laciest, most extravagant wedding dress youāve ever seen over his usual clothing. After a few poses and an exaggerated curtsy from the clown, your stomach is already hurting from laughing. āYouāre beautiful, Art!ā You tell him, holding up your hand to cover your mouth and try to control your laughter. He fakes shyness by hiding his eyes, and then he blows you a kiss before disappearing to get changed.
YOU BOTH CHOOSE to put Emily, the Little Pale Girl, in your wedding party. You are both too scared of what will happen if you donāt.
ON THE BIG DAY, your vows about āātil death do us part,ā but Art wanted to add a little something extra. When it comes the time to read his vows, he does a somersault for you before he whispers those vows to the priest ā or possibly a threat ā who looks frightened but announces the two of you are married. You dance down the aisle together as you leave, balloons falling from the ceiling.
FOR YOUR HONEYMOON, you two newlyweds go to a Caribbean resort. He insists on paying every time you order fruity drinks at the pool, and when he goes up to the bar with his trash bag in arm, you canāt bear to tell him that the resort is all-inclusive. Everythingās already paid for. As he pulls out coin after coin, you laugh. And youāre glad youāll be laughing for the rest of the life you have together, however long ā or short ā that may be. You hope the two of you live happily together for a long, long time ā 'til death do you part.