Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019

Ask: Got any hc about how Arthur would seduce their crush?

Length: 2,438

Warnings: Stalking

Arthur first noticed you coming home from a gig down the sidewalk as he was walking home from his own gig as a clown for the day.You two momentarily made eye contact, and he was instantly attracted to you in a way he couldn't explain, and he knew he needed to find out more about you. He couldn't shake that there was something special about that brief connection.He reflected on his mental illnesses and knew he was probably just begin his usual unstable self, yet as he tried to resist the urge to know more about you, it got to a point where he just didn't care anymore.As you went about your usual routine of coming home from work on the subway, you gradually started to notice throughout the week a flash of a thin yellow hoodie.At first you were deeply disturbed as you put together that you had a stalker, especially when you came home to your apartment one afternoon with smiley faces drawn all over your apartment door.You even went so far as to call the police and and tell them about it, but they said there wasn't enough to go on to do anything about it.As time went on, you gradually began to become more and more weary of this mysterious man who kept showing up in your daily routine.Yet you also felt a strange warmth towards this man that grew over time, as it became more apparent that he had only romantic and pure intentions, and was merely fighting this desire he had for you, and it seemed increasingly more obvious as time went on that he couldn't help it. You yourself had always been rather lonely, never having been great at making friends or having company. In a twisted way, you almost wished he would do more to make you feel less alone.Arthur himself was only falling more deeply and deeply in love with you as time went on, learning about every habit you did, every detail about how you walked, every movement that you made as you sat on the subway.He was incredibly good at blending into the atmospheres where he stalked you so that you only saw him in glimpses and short bursts. Never enough so that you could confront him.As his love for you grew, he began to make bolder moves, such as leaving fake flowers at your doorstep, the kind that he used at his clown gigs. He drew smiley faces all over your apartment door, sometimes even writing sentences in his messy, misspelled handwriting, such as "i want to kis you very son" Regardless of his promises, he never actually showed up. He was far too shy to go through with what he wrote on your door. He was only doing it because he loved pretending like he was with you, and, as long as you weren't running away screaming, that was good enough for him.To him, it wasn't crossing boundaries, just showing you how much his love for you was growing, which, in his mind, was already a reality just to you as much to you as it was for him.He spent so much time thinking about you to the point where he would start to hallucinate once he got home, cuddling into the couch with a blanket over his body as he wrapped his arms around absolutely nothing, swearing that he felt your skin and your touches underneath him.As time went on, you began to realize that you had never even gotten a proper look of the man's face.One night, you were doing your usual routine of getting takeout as you made your way home. The restaurant was busier than usual. You were planning on simply grabbing a plate and rushing home to bed.As you were handed your food, you turned around and bumped straight into a sulking figure.You realized with shock it was the same strikingly comforting yellow hoodie that had become more familiar to you than any other aspect of your life.You let out a gasp, your first instinct to be frightened.Arthur kept his head down, not wanting you to look at him. He was ashamed of who he was and what he had been doing to you these past couple of weeks, but the hallucinations weren't enough to satisfy his cravings anymore.He wanted you, the real one, and he couldn't stay away anymore, nor did he want to.Slowly, did he lift up a pile of fake flowers. People stared as he began to do a small jig, and you were so dumbfounded that you only stood there and watched, somewhat in horror, somewhat in amusement.As he finished his dance, he held his flowers out to you.Though his disposition was childish and carefree, his eyes screamed a heaviness and a craving that screamed how much he wanted you, how much he had been craving you all these weeks.As your shock melted off, you hesitantly took the flowers, gazing at them quietly. Then, you looked back up at the man, and chills went through your spine as you felt as otherworldly, painful longing to become a part of this man's unconventional but beautiful world.You said nothing as tears began to fall down your face in the gradual realization that this man had been what you were waiting for. Together, you would hold each other and figure out life. You had, after all, always been something of an outsider yourself. You stepped forward and crashed your lips against his, not giving a damn about everyone in the restaurant looking at you as if you were both monsters.You wrapped your arms around his neck, and deepend the kiss furter. Arthur smiled into the kiss, beaming wildly, wrapping his own thin arms around yours.You had been two people with two left feet in the world, and you had finally found each other.