Countless wishes, untold dreams // Arthur x Reader // birthday fluff ❤️ .
@geronimosanna : Maybe you can write a fic, in which reader finds out Arthur never had a birthday cake and reader bake something for him. And there is a second surprise for our baby boy: reader shows herself the first time in lingerie for Arthur. If you want also with Joker.
I want to be his cigarette… and sit on his lap… and trace his ribs with my fingers and leave kisses where he’s had bruises and the list goes on skskksksks
Implied NSFW at end.
Word count: 1, 649.
“You’ve never had a birthday cake before?” You wished that you could say that you were surprised by Arthur’s admission, but you weren’t. Nothing about Arthur and his life shocked you, not even the bad stuff. Perhaps that should have worried you, but long since had you become used to what a life with Arthur Fleck was: happiness and sadness in equal measures, and usually were they felt at the same time.
“No,” Arthur hummed, taking a long, deep drag of his cigarette. His knees were bouncing, his legs spread wide as he sat on the sofa in only his pyjama trousers, and though he was smiling, you knew that he was hiding a lifetime of pain behind it. Put on a happy face was something he often murmured to himself, whether or not there was anything to smile about; for Arthur, there very rarely was.”Why?” His tone suggested that he didn’t really care to know the answer, he just felt like he should ask to avoid sounding too blunt, too something.
Maybe one day he would relax all of his walls around you, just like the way you never pretended to be do or be anything other than yourself whenever you were with him.
“No reason,” You shrugged and turned into the kitchen to hide your devious smirk. Arthur’s birthday was tomorrow, and you had a plan. “Just curious.”
Arthur’s humourless chuckle in response only set your plan into stone, and you could only hope that he would like what you had in store for him. You would have to work fast, but that was okay - you were good at working under pressure.
——
You hadn’t been sure that you were going to make it, but you were almost grateful for the fact that not only did Arthur work long hours, but also that the commute to and from his gig today was an hour long. That gave you almost nine hours to clean up the flat and do all the small unimportant tasks that neither of you ever got around to doing, go out shopping for all of the ingredients you needed, plus a few gifts for Arthur (nothing you ever bought for him would be enough, but it was the best you could do with the time and the money that you had available to you), and then get home, bake the cake, wait for it to cool down while you wrapped his presents, decorate the cake, and then… put on one of Arthur’s gifts underneath your normal clothes.
The poor man wouldn’t have any idea of what was lovingly - and sometimes frantically - prepared for him when he came home from work that day, and that was just how you liked it.
——
You were so excited when the sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the apartment that you couldn’t have stopped yourself from running over to greet him even if you had tried, throwing your arms around his neck as you pulled yourself as close to him as physically possible.
“Arthur!” A happy exclamation which had Arthur stiffen slightly in your hold before he nervously chuckled and wrapped his wiry arms around your waist, pressing a kiss into your hair.
“Hey,” He murmured, the slightest of smiles tugging at his thin lips as with a happy sigh did he sink into your enthusiastic touch. “I missed you today.”
Uh-oh. Your stomach sank; that meant that he had had a bad day, so adept were you at extracting Arthur’s true meanings behind his sometimes cryptic or vague statements. Still, today was his birthday and what you had worked hard to achieve in nine hours would undoubtedly turn his day around.
You squeezed Arthur to you tightly and then as you pulled away, you said, “I missed you too. So much. But hey - “ Arthur’s face tipped down towards the floor and his throat convulsed in muffled laughter, and to quickly salvage the remnants of the palpable relief on his face as he came home did you put a hand under his chin to meet his eyes with yours. You wanted to see his reaction when he heard you say, “Happy birthday, honey!”
You saw his strong, dark brows crease. “Y-you remem - you remembered that it was my birthday?”
Feeling those tears prick your eyes did you somehow manage to say around the lump in your throat, “I did more than remember, Arthur.” You stepped back and held your hand out to him with an encouraging smile. “Let me show you.”
You led Arthur over to the living room table, where his presents were piled up together. A shocked noise escaped him and without even looking at him did you know that he was either going to cry, or he was going to have a laughing attack.
“I also baked you a cake. It’s in the fridge.”
“Y- You… You did all of this for me?” The inflection in Arthur’s voice didn’t escape your notice and it made your heart clench painfully in your chest. Even though you had never been any different with him, you swore there and then that you were going to love him so hard for whatever time that you had together that it would make up for his thirty some years of constant neglect and abuse.
“Of course I did,” You could see a question burning in Arthur’s eyes and you could only say, “You’re you. I’m sorry, I can’t explain it any better than that.”
You saw Arthur’s throat jump and the sheer panic in his eyes made you point to the small pile of presents on the coffee table.
“You can open them if you’d like to. They’re all for you.” You made the inflection deliberate and Arthur caught it, his hypnotic eyes flitting to you, to the presents and back to you. The disbelief was palpable and you smiled sadly. “Yes, really. Go on - open them.” An encouraging smile disguised the lump in your throat and you wondered if this was how Arthur felt all the time.
Arthur, with his throat convulsing with hard swallows and muffled chuckles, set his hand, open palm flat, on one of the presents and traced the paper with his fingers as he picked up the gift. He moved to sit on the sofa, looking behind him as he did so and sweeping a hand through his hair, and sat with the gift on his knee for a few seconds before, with nimble fingers, did he follow the way you had wrapped the gift to unfold the paper. He followed those same lines again to fold it up, and you knew with a twinge of your heart that he would keep the paper in his journal; it smelled like you, you had touched it, you had gifted him things; and the paper meant almost as much to him as the gifts themselves did.
One by one did he follow this same pattern; by the third gift was his bottom lip trembling. He was so in awe of everything you had gifted him: a hard back journal, the first page inscribed with the words, send in the clowns, a lyric from one of his favourite Frank Sinatra songs which you had written yourself; a further small evidence of your continued existence in his life, a huge pack of black ink pens which were labelled as ‘quick dry’, some more cigarettes (these, you didn’t wrap but you left in the pile of presents so that he understood), several new cardigans, a proper The Murray Franklin Show mug with an authentication certificate, and several other smaller pieces. You had been scrimping and saving for months to get all of the money together so that you could get these gifts for him, and you were happy to see that Arthur was so overwhelmed by all of this.
“A-are you sure that th-this is all for me, Y/N? I - I don’t de-deserve - “
You moved all of the gifts off of Arthur’s lap and put them back on the coffee table, and then situated yourself easily onto the now vacated space, looping your arms around his neck. “Yes, you do. You deserve all of this and more. Happy birthday, Arthur.” You kissed his cheek again and again, one of your hands moving to cup the opposite cheek.
“Thank you.” Arthur’s slender hand reached up to tenderly touch your wrist, his fingers grazing across the pulse he knew to be jumping there as his hand travelled upwards to slide his fingers in the spaces between your own. “For everything. All of these gifts, I - thank you, Y/N. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Your lips met easily and you shuffled closer to Arthur, your body fully seated on his thighs. His arms wrapped around you easily even as you said, “Do you want some cake, darling? You can have anything you want today. It’s your birthday.” As you spoke, you borrowed some courage from a place within you which only Arthur could bring out into the light, and you pulled your shirt up and over your head to reveal your lingerie; his eyes darkened in lust almost immediately.
“Mm,” He tugged you closer, shaking his head. Dark curls fell over his forehead, framing his green oceans beautifully. “I don’t want cake right now. I want to unwrap my main gift”. His eyes gleamed in a way that let you know you were going nowhere any time soon.
If loving Arthur created this kind of confidence in him, then what else could your love do for him, to him?
On this night would you be left to discover just how much of a hold you had over him, and indeed, his over you was of a similar magnitude.
Neither of you would have it any other way.
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