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He invited you to his shop to make you feel more comfortable, than walking around alone on the streets. The night was soon coming as well.
“Where are you from?” he asked but didn’t get much of a response. He looked over to you and saw that your eyes were glued to the books on the shelf. They were old books that had been there for ages. No one really cared about them.
“You like books, huh?”
You gave him a small nod and he went over to the shelf to pick down one of them - the one that you’d been eyeing the most.
“Here, why don’t you take it. It will be in better hands with you than standing on a dusty shelf.” he said and smiled. You smiled back at him and sat down one of the couches in the shop and started reading immediately. He couldn’t help but to smile at the scene before him. You were really a special someone, and oddly enough he felt a need to protect you.
Imagine. Growing up with Henry.
Imagine. Selina teaching you how to survive on the streets of Gotham.
Imagine. Thor and Loki both being in love with you.
Imagine. Charlie picking you up for your date.
Imagine. Sharing prison cell with the Joker.
@bloodybrahms said something about not liking the way most jealousy head canons go, so I’m here to provide all of you with non-shaming ones!
Michael
I can’t see him getting jealous too easily, tbh? He’s 100000% possessive in my mind, but I don’t think he sees anyone as a threat
You will get The Head Tilt when he sees you with someone he is jealous of (even though he’ll never admit to it). You probably won’t see it, but you’ll know it’s there because you know Michael is always following you
This can go several ways now
Depending on how jealous he feels, they ded
If he’s that jealous, also expect to be fucked within an inch of your life. Because that is how the Michael do
He might not say anything about it, and you wouldn’t know he even felt any kind of way about it
until he kicks you out of bed in the middle of the night
quite literally
He doesn’t know why you would accuse him of kicking you out of the bed??? What are you talking about?
Those footprints on your ass definitely didn’t come from him, that’s for sure. Nope, not him
Candyman
Jealous baby through and through
Will deny it, ofc. He’s a Gentlemen, and Gentlemen trust their significant others
Part of him is also afraid, though? At some point, the thought that Caroline might have told someone about her pregnancy to get rid of him to be with someone else… probably crossed his mind
It’s hard not to be suspicious when your death is That Brutal
Would never assume you cheated! He’s way more worried about the other person, not you.
Doesn’t help he can’t really show himself to show the person to Back Off
Is way more into jealous sex than he wants to admit
tbh if you figure this out, you can manipulate it however you want
I’m saying sex in a public bathroom that’s what I’m sa-
Pinhead
Jealousy? He doesn’t get jealous, it’s cute you think he does
Actually does get jealous? But not from you being with other Cenobites, though
listen, you bet your ass Cenobites share their partners. That’s like rule #1 of being a Cenobite
Honestly, he’ll be more jealous if you spend a lot of time with someone and not bone them
Sex? He gets. He’s a little bothered because he’s a Cenobite, he can literally be/do ANYTHING you need. But he gets it
Emotional intimacy? wtf is that no you can’t open up to that person and have feelings around them! you can only have feelings around me!
Okay, this is going to sound weird, but if you want to have some fun with him? Actually try to make him jealous.
But like, also make it clear you’re doing it to seduce him. Otherwise it might get nasty
He would actually really love that, ngl.
Especially if you make it a game? One of those “who caves first” games?
I mean, he’ll win hands down. And oh good lord, prepare yourself, because it’s going to be one long, drawn-out session
Sometimes he lets you win, and that… he’ll either go really submissive to humor you or it’s no-holding back absolutely crazy violent sex. Even by Cenobite standards
Hannibal
Master of denying he’s jealous. Will actually have you convinced you’re the jealous one
Until he lets his composure slip
Usually it’s some completely nasty remark that’s just… rude. Not even thin-veiled, just straight up fucking rude
Then you Know he’s the one who’s jealous
You have two choices: either act like you don’t know he’s the jealous one until he caves or make a game out of it
Be careful with the second option. Be very careful. Because it very well could result in amazing sex, but it also might result in you getting figuratively torn to shreds
He probably figured out every one of your goddamn insecurities the first time he met you, and he WILL use them if threatened
If you go with the first one, he’ll know you know, but he won’t say anything unless he particularly wants a reaction out of you
Spending valentine’s day with slasher
Freddy Krueger
pretended he forgot
but he rembembered and guess what? yes! he had a present for you!
and when I say ‘present’ I mean ‘heart of some poor victim in a box tied with a ribbon’
If I can’t give you my heart, then take heart of that bitch!
don’t worry it’s not the end of celebration
he wore his suit and took you to a party
you two had great fun, you danced all night, he made a lot of jokes, generally it was great
after a few hours he wanted his present
of course, he meant sex
not that you were complaining but he didn’t want to leave the party by the way
well, you hoped nobody will want to use the bathroom
even if so it doesn’t matter
no one survived this party (except you)
what did you expect?
Michael Myers
at first, he didn’t know what is valentine’s day
he spent most of his life in psychiatric hospital and he didn’t have occasions to celebrate
when you explained him what is valentine’s day, he just stared at you in silence (like, about, 90% of the time when he was not busy with killing people) for a few minutes and then left the house
you were worried when he wasn’t coming back
but at the evening he came back
he had bouquet of flowers and chocolates for you
it was sweet
you spent evening cuddling on the couch and watching TV
in morning news they told than someone sliced the salesman’s throat in a nearby store and stole roses and chocolates
you weren’t suprised but you you never asked Michael for a present again
for about two months
Jack Torrance
this guy really tried and he made it
he made you romantic dinner (okay, he heated up dishes prepared by Dick but do not pay attention to details) and hired a waiter (even if he existed only in Jack’s head)
it was perfect: you two, delicious dinner, juice (you didn’t want to tempt Jack with wine), snow falling outside the window, fire in the fireplace
it didn’t take much time to you and Jack lay in front of the fireplace
I don’t have to explain this?
Chucky
in valentine’s day he left the house and came back a few days later
he don’t like ‘fuckin festival of idiots losers in love’
he spent that time killing people and drinking
you knew he’s going to regret everything and you had great plan how to do it
Tiffany Valentine
she planned that day for MONTHS
she cooked your favourite meals and baked cookies
she also wore new lingerie and she guaranteed the fuckin NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE
but I hope that you had present for her
nothing too big, you know, maybe diamonds or something…
special love song for her and proposal won’t be bad too…
but if you forgot, she will slit your throat
S/O Works in Smith’s Grove
Combining requests by @debbiecat-stuff & @starwoman97
Contains pregnancy but if you don’t like/it makes you uncomfortable ignore the 2 bullet points in [square brackets] and carry on reading the rest.
Michael didn’t concern himself with new staff, they all left pretty quickly. All they were good for was watching and learning while he waited. He could be patient and had nothing but time to refine his skills and learn how people would react when pushed, he learned to anticipate their movements, he didn’t even have to do any of the work.
When you arrived Michael didn’t think you would be different to any of the others. After a while Michael noticed that nothing seemed to phase you so he started to act out on occasion but you only seemed disappointed.
Things changed when you started to bring homemade food and books and a few other things you thought he’d like. As far as he could tell you only did this for him.
This marked a significant change in the way Michael acted towards you, he started to see you as his and he was possessive of you and the time you spent together. He may not have fully recognised the feeling but he was jealous of the time you spent with others and he could become enraged if he overheard anyone talk about you in a way he thought only he should be allowed to.
Michael acted out more on your days off and by the time you returned he had visible injuries from some eager guards - not that they really troubled him, if anything it meant he would receive extra time and attention, which could only be a good thing. He noticed that the guards weren’t so quick to resort to violence when you were around and definitely used this to his advantage on occasion.
While Michael remained stoic and on alert he was somewhat relaxed around you. He allowed you to touch him freely and even smiled for you on occasion. When he could get away with it he would initiate touches and would do anything to make you stay longer - he was never going to allow you to start favouring someone else.
As far as Michael was concerned you were in a full fledged relationship by now and as far as he understood that meant dating and kissing and sex. Obvioulsy he couldn’t take you out on dates but he made do with the time you had together and gave you small “gifts” that he managed to pick up/steal. The first kiss was unexpected and very rough and inexperienced - eventually you managed to calm him and guide him into something less frantic, obviously this led to kissing as much as possible. Then Michael wanted more, again you had to guide him and show him how to be gentle, you knew you shouldn’t be doing this and that you could lose your job but when it came to Michael you couldn’t help yourself anymore.
All of this led to a new step in Michael’s plan: Escape, he was going to get out so that you could have a real life together
[ Because he noticed everything about you Michael knew that something was different about you. You were constantly tired, definitely paler and less able to concentrate, even on him. There was also weight gain but at first it didn’t mean anything to him.]
He definitely wasn’t pleased when you reduced your hours and you were given less time around the patients, meaning he hardly saw you. Then you were just gone and as far as he knew you weren’t coming back. He was angry but he was sure it was something to do with Loomis and not you. There was no way you would just leave him, in his mind that’s not how relationships work.
[ It was only whe he overheard some nurses talking about your baby that he knew what was going on. He didn’t know why you hadn’t told him but it didn’t matter, you would be together as a family and no one would get in his way.]
With nothing to distract him Michael planned his escape. He was going back to Haddonfield and he was taking you with him. He’d managed to find your address, luckily it wasn’t too far and he could get there easily. All he had left to do was escape and then everything would be perfect - he could satisfy the voice in his head and he could finally have you all to himself.
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I hope this is ok, it felt slightly off from the way I usually write Michael.
Up Next: Brahms General & Domestic HCs, Jason Voorhees General & Domestic HCs, Food & Drink HCs and Michael x Reader x Brahms HCs (request)
Dom!Michael Myers x Sub!Reader [NSFW]
A/N: Your wish is my command @pink-chew ~! - I uhhh… this became kind of lengthier than I had initially expected it to be…
Michael is naturally the dominant one in a relationship. Is anyone even surprised? His very appearance screams dominance and he doesn’t shy away from showing it. You never know what he’s thinking - he’s unpredictable, thus you’re bound to gasps of surprise whenever you’re suddenly shoved against the nearest wall or bent over the counter. He takes what he wants, when he wants it. - You can only go along with his manhandling antics.
He likes being in control and while he doesn’t verbally express what he wants, he’s sure to mold your body and place you in positions he wants to take you in. His thrusts are always rough, yet painfully slow. He likes to bury himself deep within your walls. Whether you like it or not, he’s going all in.
He likes receiving oral, than giving it - preferably when he’s sitting comfy on the couch. He’ll spread his legs and grab a handful of your hair, forcing you to his crotch area. Trust me when I say, you’ll be doing all the work and you better learn how to deep-throat him.
He likes cumming inside or on you. It awakens a very primal instinct within him, as if he’s marking his territory. Seeing your face covered in his seed, your legs trembling, as his cum drips down your legs. It turns him on so much and makes him want to keep going until he’s satisfied with the result. More often than not, you’d need to take a shower after sex, but seeing how hard it is to stand, much less walk to the bathroom, thus you’re forced to wait until the next day to wash yourself.
Sex usually happens after Michael’s back from a kill. The thrill of ending someone’s life increases his arousal and sexual frustration, thus all he really wants to do once home is pound you into submission. No, you cannot have dinner first.
Knife play and choking are big kinks of his. He likes to threaten you with a kitchen knife, dragging the sharp blade along your inner thighs, nipples, genitals… drawing blood ever so slightly, as you whimper and cry out in pain beneath him. He loves to hear you scream - especially if his own name escapes your lips. Oh, how he loves to see tears forming at the corners of your eyes, whilst he has your neck in an iron grip and thrusts hard into you.
Because of how rough he can get, you always end up with bruises decorating your whole body. He likes watching you undress, his gaze lingering on the plethora of bruises and knife scratches he left behind the previous night, loving the marks he had left on you - pride filling his very being.
Special One
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Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader
Words: 1,261
Summary: Y/N becomes quite the prominent figure in Arthur’s life, right through to his creation of the Joker.
Warnings: nsfw(?), smut, fluff, swearing, overprotective bf (cause of course he’d be).
A/N - this is more than okay, this is a B I G mood… Ya’ll, I got SO carried away with this tho, this isn’t healthy lmao (HOPE YOU ENJOY) xox (still have to edit)
“Could I ask for a fic where Arthur/Joker has a daddy kink and treats the reader like his little princess/prince? If its okay”
Requested by - @theclownlover
Arthur Fleck:
You’d considered yourself Arthur’s only friend: you not only knew him for the longest (besides Penny), however you stuck by him through most of his life… And it was one heck of a life.
You’d started off as neighbours, gradually moving onto a friendship, before Arthur could no longer suppress the truth… He loves you.
He was hesitant at first, about expressing it, let alone actually telling you… Rejection was such a common aspect in his sad life, however, taking it from you, deep down he knew that would be the hardest to overcome from.
He’d madly spoil you when he could afford to, and he’d act shy about it at first, giving you the gifts: although you constantly made sure he knew just how much you’d appreciated his gestures.
You’d have a soft spot for him: you were most aware of the complexities in his life, and you helped in anyway possible, whether that be preparing dinner, taking him out to the cinema, amusement park, stand-up comedies: whatever were the things he’d enjoyed essentially.
And it was through these moments, that you always saw Arthur in a different limelight, one that wasn’t a neighbour nor a friend… However, in a more sensual way.
It was you that clicked first. You sensed that there was mutual feeling present, and you knew well enough that Arthur hesitated, he loathed the idea that he’d scare you away, that it would change things between the two of you… It was constantly made very clear in his life, just how much of a “freak” he was, that others never were fond of.
There was (1) prime thing about Arthur, that you were most aware of… He had no sense of boundaries.
You’d caught him on many occasions stalking you, especially whenever you’d made plans with other people, people that were foreign to Arthur… Yet you never brought it to his attention.
In fact, you saw his actions not as invasive, though as protective, yet you never understood why: you trusted Arthur, and he trusted you.
When you’d finally confessed to Arthur about your true feelings, he was shocked initially… He’d never experienced mutuality before, never this genuine, and in some cases, it was never real… But this, this was different.
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Halloween Drabbles Day 19
Arthur Fleck x reader
Prompt: “Wait are you actually scared?”
There were horror movies littered on the floor. You brought them from your apartment because it was nearly Halloween and Arthur insisted you pick out a scary movie for movie night.
He promised that if you got scared he would protect you but you were more worried that he would get scared. You had seen all these movies before but you picked up one that you hadn’t because Arthur said that he liked it.
“I have brought the popcorn,” he stayed, jumping over the back of the couch and sitting down while you pushed the movie into the Blu-ray player. He clicked a few buttons on the remote and the previews came to life.
You stepped back to him and sat next to him, cuddling into his side. As the movie began and the opening credits started you reached across him to grab the popcorn. He shifted so you could grab some and you accidentally spilled a little as he did so with your hand in the bowl. You started to giggle and he laughed lowly so you could feel his stomach move.
“Watch the movie stop worrying about what I’m doing,” you joked and he rolled his eyes when you got comfy again with the popcorn bowl in your lap. He put his hand on the back of your head and played with your hair.
When the end credits rolled you shivered into his side.
“Wait are you actually scared?” he asked. You didn’t scare easy and he did so the fact that you were a little spooked made him laugh a little.
”I’m not scared I’m just tired is all,” you lied. He smiled and rubbed your arm.
“You’re scared!”
“No I’m not!” You sat up and looked at him. He could tell you were scared.
“It’s okay to be scared my love,” he said with a soft smile. You groaned and collapsed back into his lap.
“No it’s not.”
Surprise
Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader
Words: 919
Summary: You’d met Arthur at work and had grown quite fond of him, however that was the issue... He was a patient and you were a worker.
Warnings: mentions of bullying, swearing, fluff, angst, jealous!Arthur
A/N - this was requested but I accidentally deleted the ask!!! my bad, but here it is, hope you enjoy xx
You worked as the receptionist where Arthur would regularly meet with his social worker. It was the place where’s first encountered one another, the place where Arthur gradually would gravitate towards you & the reason you’d both developed mutual feelings for one another.
But neither one of you, could admit your feelings to the other.
For Arthur, his life was completely overwhelmed with rejection, and he wouldn’t dare risk that same fate with you... Especially, not with you.
On your half, this was your workplace and Arthur was a patient. It would be unprofessional.
But this excuse wouldn’t last.
“The branch is closing, Y/N. They’re cutting our funds, so consider this your 2 weeks notice.”
Ever since the staff had been handed the news, it felt like the little life left remaining in this place had just completely vanished.
Neither the workers nor the patients cared anymore for appointments. All except Arthur, who’d still made the dying effort to attend all his usual meetings.
“So I’m guessing you heard the news, Y/N?”
His husky voice, for some odd reason, was soothing to you. You could never come to terms with the things his social worker would spread around about him.
“Yeah I did... I’m really going to miss this place.”
Just as he’d been leaning over the empty counter, his head that had been resting against his hand, instantly jolted... The faintest smile growing across his face.
“I’ve been thinking, Y/N. For a while actually, and I-I’ve just been wondering maybe we-”
“Y/N! You and me. Tonight!”
Oh, fuck off Mark, you’d thought every single time he’d make this move... Despite having just heard you’d be losing your job, most likely your only time to see Arthur, the one thing that you felt most relieved about was not having to put up with this asshole.
Immediately you noticed Arthur slowly pulling himself apart from the desk, as Mark approached closed. Staring up at Arthur, his focus on you had shifted directly onto Mark, and you couldn’t help but feel as though a hint of anger flared up across his face.
“Oh Hey, Arthur, you look-”
Rudely staring at Arthur from head to toe, you instantly knew Mark was only trying to make Arthur feel dehumanised... Make him feel out of place. As kindly as you could put it, Mark was inconsiderate, though not clueless enough to not notice Arthur’s feelings for you. It was obvious, the way he acted differently only around you. He thought of Arthur as an absolute joke, and you would never stand for it.
“Good? Anywho, how about it, Y/N? Our relationship doesn’t have to die out along with this dump.”
“Actually Mark, I have plans... With Arthur over here! We were just finalising them-”
Looking up at Arthur with the brightest smile smacked across your face: having seen the confusion in his face, the simple wink his way, made him realise he’d have to play along...
“Th-That’s right, we’re going for some dinner and maybe after, we could see a comedy show-“
You could tell he’d never been in this sort of a social situation. But to be fair, he did pretty decent. You agreed with what he said, mentally felt these plans would be fun, so why not go with it?
“You’re not serious, right? Y/N, tell me you’re not serious?!”
“Oh, but I really am. I’ll let you know how the date goes, just to help it sink in.”
Smiling hard like you never have before, it left Mark in a speechless state. As he turned his back to walk away, you heard him utter beneath a whisper “bitch”... If it meant that would be the last of that asshole, so be it. A bitch you were then.
“Wait Mark, you forgot this!-”
As Arthur called for Mark, who’d already turned back again, upon hearing his name, was he hit with the unexpected... And quite literally, was he hit hard.
“That’s what you fucking deserve, asshole.”
Mark hastily scurried to his feet, protectively guarding and wincing in pain.
“You’re all fucking insane!” He’d shouted before disappearing into the staffroom.
“Oh, you have no idea how fun that was for me to see... The most exciting thing I’d seen since I started!” You joyfully exclaimed, watching Arthur heading back towards you, as he stretched his fist out to relieve the sharp pain.
“Th-That was quick thinking... Great excuse to get him away-”
“Who said it was an excuse?”
As those intense blue eyes grew wide with shock, his mouth slightly opened as if to speak, yet no words came out.
Just as you’d remained silent, hoping the time you’d patiently spared would help Arthur to come to the same realisation you already had...
Slowly, slowly as the seconds ticked by, you felt your smile grow.
“Y-You actually want to go out with me?” He asked quizzically, a part of him huffing in shock.
“For a while now, yeah Arthur I have. I’ve been hoping you felt the same?”
Another huff again, before he bursted out laughing... That laugh you’d heard many times diffusing through old walls of the office, the familiarity you felt towards it.
Pacing himself across the desk, after he’d finally composed himself, his head began to eagerly nod in agreement.
“Yes, of course Y/N! I-I just would have never thought-”
And again, the laughing continued to take its toll, however this time... He wasn’t alone.
“You’d be surprised Arthur... You’d be surprised.”
Cursed
Arthur Fleck x angel!reader
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: none?
Author’s Note: Hi! I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking for. I don’t know ANYTHING about angels so I’m kinda just going on what I think I know. I hope you enjoy! (Sorry this took so long!)
Requested: by @dragonfromlokisarmy ,Hello! I saw new Joker film yesterday and I got this idea. Could you maybe do Arthur Fleck with Angel S/O that was cast out of heaven 'cause she had black wings and she tries to hide it from him at first? If you do it I'll be relly thankfull. (sorry for english it's not my first language)
Summary: the request!
Genre: fluff
(not my gif)
When you met Arthur there was a lot of you that didn’t understand what was going on in your head. You were an angel who had been cast out of heaven because of your wings.
Wings, that had been pitch black from the day you were created. The reason you were sent down to Gotham, the closest to hell an angel should ever get.
You had no power here, all you had were wings, wings that were practically useless.
When you met Arthur you saw a slight ray of light in the darkness of the city, his smile and attitude was better than anyone you had ever met. Granted, you were doomed to stay in Gotham your whole life, doomed to live in the worst place on Earth.
And then there was Arthur.
The light of your life.
When you met him you knew you had to talk to him. You knew you had to be his friend and talk to him and get to know him because if you could have anyone who was as light as him that might mean your salvation.
He was happy to talk to you. You learned he was a lonely soul, cursed with laughter as his disease. Whenever it bubbled up in his throat you barely were able to keep it together. You knew someone cursed him to live his life in constant pain and then you realized.
You weren’t sent here as a hellscape for you.
You were sent here as a bit of heaven for him. That was how you looked at it. It got you through your long days.
You sat in Arthurs living room, coat still covering your back. You were trying your best not to show him the wings. You weren’t sure how long that would last, because if he ever tried to touch your bare back they would be obviously there. You were scared of how he would react.
There was a moment of doubt with you always. You couldn’t lose Arthur.
“Why don’t you take off your jacket?” he asked, walking into the room.
“I’m cold,” you told him, taking the glass of soda he had poured for you. There was pizza on the coffee table in front of you and he grabbed a piece, sitting beside you.
“It's almost 80 degrees here, the air conditioning broke.”
He was right. It was really hot.
You still didn’t want to take off your jacket though. But you knew that he was going to ask you to. Today must have been the day.
It was now or never you supposed.
“Arthur do you believe in angels?” you asked. He smiled and didn’t look at you.
“I think you’re as pretty as one,” he said. You rolled your eyes and ate a bite out of his pizza.
“I’m being serious Artie.” He thought this over for a minute.
“Yes. I think so. I don’t know I hope so I guess. But this place is so bad...maybe not.” His expression changed rapidly with his words. You nodded and looked at your hands.
“Arthur I have something to tell you,” you muttered. He looked at you, placing his food on the plate on the counter. He was giving you his full attention but technically you didn’t want it. You didn’t want to tell him but the longer you kept it to yourself the worse it would be if you told him later. He deserved to know.
“What is it?”
You fingered the zipper of your jacket and pushed it apart, sliding it off you. You sighed and turned to him as it fell.
At this point he could probably see the indents of your folded wings under your t shirt. You waited for a reaction.
He looked surprised if anything, but you didn’t expect the excitement. His eyes found your back and nodded for you to finish. You pulled your shirt over your head, revealing the large black wings on your back and your bare stomach. He looked at them. You stood up and let them ease apart so that he could touch them. You flinched at his touch when he got up, walking around you.
“They’re beautiful,” he whispered. You looked at him and gave him a smile.
“You don’t need to say that. They’ve been a curse since day one.” His eyebrows wrinkled.
“Like my laugh.” You nodded, looking away shyly. He stopped in front of you. “We’re both cursed.”
You smiled. He was right. You were both cursed.
“I guess that's true.”
“Well then we can be cursed together angel.”
Cursed
Arthur Fleck x angel!reader
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: none?
Author’s Note: Hi! I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking for. I don’t know ANYTHING about angels so I’m kinda just going on what I think I know. I hope you enjoy! (Sorry this took so long!)
Requested: by @dragonfromlokisarmy ,Hello! I saw new Joker film yesterday and I got this idea. Could you maybe do Arthur Fleck with Angel S/O that was cast out of heaven 'cause she had black wings and she tries to hide it from him at first? If you do it I'll be relly thankfull. (sorry for english it's not my first language)
Summary: the request!
Genre: fluff
(not my gif)
When you met Arthur there was a lot of you that didn’t understand what was going on in your head. You were an angel who had been cast out of heaven because of your wings.
Wings, that had been pitch black from the day you were created. The reason you were sent down to Gotham, the closest to hell an angel should ever get.
You had no power here, all you had were wings, wings that were practically useless.
When you met Arthur you saw a slight ray of light in the darkness of the city, his smile and attitude was better than anyone you had ever met. Granted, you were doomed to stay in Gotham your whole life, doomed to live in the worst place on Earth.
And then there was Arthur.
The light of your life.
When you met him you knew you had to talk to him. You knew you had to be his friend and talk to him and get to know him because if you could have anyone who was as light as him that might mean your salvation.
He was happy to talk to you. You learned he was a lonely soul, cursed with laughter as his disease. Whenever it bubbled up in his throat you barely were able to keep it together. You knew someone cursed him to live his life in constant pain and then you realized.
You weren’t sent here as a hellscape for you.
You were sent here as a bit of heaven for him. That was how you looked at it. It got you through your long days.
You sat in Arthurs living room, coat still covering your back. You were trying your best not to show him the wings. You weren’t sure how long that would last, because if he ever tried to touch your bare back they would be obviously there. You were scared of how he would react.
There was a moment of doubt with you always. You couldn’t lose Arthur.
“Why don’t you take off your jacket?” he asked, walking into the room.
“I’m cold,” you told him, taking the glass of soda he had poured for you. There was pizza on the coffee table in front of you and he grabbed a piece, sitting beside you.
“It's almost 80 degrees here, the air conditioning broke.”
He was right. It was really hot.
You still didn’t want to take off your jacket though. But you knew that he was going to ask you to. Today must have been the day.
It was now or never you supposed.
“Arthur do you believe in angels?” you asked. He smiled and didn’t look at you.
“I think you’re as pretty as one,” he said. You rolled your eyes and ate a bite out of his pizza.
“I’m being serious Artie.” He thought this over for a minute.
“Yes. I think so. I don’t know I hope so I guess. But this place is so bad...maybe not.” His expression changed rapidly with his words. You nodded and looked at your hands.
“Arthur I have something to tell you,” you muttered. He looked at you, placing his food on the plate on the counter. He was giving you his full attention but technically you didn’t want it. You didn’t want to tell him but the longer you kept it to yourself the worse it would be if you told him later. He deserved to know.
“What is it?”
You fingered the zipper of your jacket and pushed it apart, sliding it off you. You sighed and turned to him as it fell.
At this point he could probably see the indents of your folded wings under your t shirt. You waited for a reaction.
He looked surprised if anything, but you didn’t expect the excitement. His eyes found your back and nodded for you to finish. You pulled your shirt over your head, revealing the large black wings on your back and your bare stomach. He looked at them. You stood up and let them ease apart so that he could touch them. You flinched at his touch when he got up, walking around you.
“They’re beautiful,” he whispered. You looked at him and gave him a smile.
“You don’t need to say that. They’ve been a curse since day one.” His eyebrows wrinkled.
“Like my laugh.” You nodded, looking away shyly. He stopped in front of you. “We’re both cursed.”
You smiled. He was right. You were both cursed.
“I guess that's true.”
“Well then we can be cursed together angel.”