“The sun to my flowers”, Arthur x Reader // soft, comfort, a little angst
Summary: having an argument with Arthur is very rare, but when it happens sometimes it’s more difficult to clarify than others, even when you don’t even remember why you argued, like this time.
Warnings: bad thoughts, arguments, mention of anxiety (only one sentence)
A/N: last night while I was looking at this picture this story made its way into my mind and I had to write it down; written in a couple of hours, I hope you like it (also he’s sooo beautiful *screams internally*)
A/N: english is not my first language, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors, I’m still learning.
Your mind was so focused on your thoughts that at that moment you didn’t even realize Arthur had left the apartment. The only way you could tell was from the noise he made as soon as he closed the door behind him, slamming the chain against the wood worn out by time. You’d stopped talking to him for so long that you couldn’t even remember what you argued about that morning.
Arguments between you were very rare. Arthur loved you with all his being, his inexistent experience in love had taught him nothing, but one thing from it he had learned, the only thing he actually knew about love: to love with all his being.
He had never thought that one day life would give him the gift of finding love; the first months of your relationship he found unimaginable that you could find comfort in having him by his side, every time you kissed him or were looking for his contact you always saw the surprise on his face, he was not yet used to the affection you gave him, and which you still keep to give him.
He was clumsy and inexperienced, and he was fully aware of that. But he knew one thing about love, though, and it was the first thing he thought about when he met you. He had fallen in love with you at the exact moment when your eyes mixed with his, and with the time spent together his art of loving had improved, but this certainty has been impressed in his memory and repeated in his mind every day, like a prayer.
I want to keep you with me. A simple prayer, few words, but which meant everything that was important to him in your relationship. The moment he saw you, he swore to himself he would never do anything to hurt you, or that would make you cry.
He knew almost nothing about love, but the only thing he knew about love was the only thing that actually mattered: not to hurt the other, to protect the other, to keep the other with him. The pain he had experienced in his whole life had helped him to prevent other people from experiencing the same pain. From a person who has known so much hurt is not expected such a heart full of love and kindness towards others. But Arthur was different from the other inhabitants of Gotham, and every day he woke up with the desire not to make people suffer as he had suffered, which is why he loved his job.
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