Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019

Bittersweet Calamities

Request: Nsfw, you're a librarian in the library. Arthur visits to read dubious works. It's clear the man has certain fantasies about librarians and he gets you hot and bothered.

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated. I hope anyone who reads enjoys x

Originally posted by liagreycrow

It was happening again.

Arthur paced back and forth in his apartment, his slacks clinging onto his bony hips. He had a cigarette balanced in his lips as his thin legs walked themselves back and forth in his apartment, pulling the sea of brown curls back whenever they fell in front of his face.

Arthur was feeling horny again, and after some careful deliberation did he go to the only place he felt safe in the city of Gotham, the only place where he felt he could privately indulge in his fantasies without being caught, judged, or seen. Living with his mom, he had no real privacy in his life. He had run out of pornographic pictures to place in his journal, his favorite hardcore photos having becoming slightly dull and repetitive, being several months old. He always glued over them with new ones, ripped them out, or replaced them whenever his mind began to grow tired of the same ones. Which wasn't very often, given his tendency to indulge in his fantasies that were so detailed and complex that he found himself growing into a state of dissociation with reality with them, a painful but welcome separation and distraction from the truth of his life. But even a spiritually rich soul like Arthur needed new material every now and then.

Of course, the pretty librarian that worked there had nothing to do with his eagerness.

He stepped into the glorious, elegant, and beautiful building that was the old Gotham library, probably the finest building Arthur would ever see in his life, the ceiling high with elegant carvings in the walls and statues in the corners. Almost shamelessly did his eyes began to scan for you, to see if you were working today's shift. Arthur had begun coming here more and more frequently, almost as often as he could when his work wasn't overtaking the daytime hours. He would even rush over here on lunch breaks, even if it meant he could only be there for about fifteen rushed minutes before he had to make his way out again, sometimes risking coming back late into work with Hoyt giving him a disapproving stare as he slouched back into the workplace.

All that, just to see you.

Not that he ever talked to you. That was unheard of. He only started at you trough the corner of library shelves, taking in your essence, your form that he deemed so beautiful, how you carried yourself, your soft voice talking to people. He would carry his observations in his detailed imagination, and would develop scenarios and cradle them in his head until he saw you again. He had developed a raging crush on you, and it certainly wasn't going anywhere.

As he walked a few feet away from the front desk, his heart stopped in his chest as he finally saw you. Your head was down as you were organizing some papers, your pretty brows furrowed in heavy concentration. Your hair was strung up in the usual high ponytail, glasses on your nose, occasionally being pulled up by your finger. Your were wearing a tight, plaid skirt that went down to your knees, and a slightly more loose white button up shirt tucked into it. Your lips were a seductive crimson with your lipstick, making Arthur shiver.

He was almost certain you had never noticed him, nor would you ever.

He let out the smallest of sighs, inaudible to anyone other than him. He made his way through the couches and desks, through the aisles with small spaces between them. There was an obscure corner in the far back full of worn down magazines, most of them torn and forgotten. Gotham was the the kind of city to have a pornographic section in its library, but it was rundown and uncared for, forgotten amongst the four large levels of the building that was full of endless sections and books.