Request: Would you be able to write headcanons where you get hired where Arthur works and "friendly" competition happens between you two? Oh, and crushes happen? (I hope this makes sense lmao)
A/N: This was so fun to write oeiwewio i should wrote about Arthur being a clown more. Also, I wasn't sure what you meant about the crushes thing? But i only have eyes for Arthur so there are no crushes in this fic other than the Reader x Arthur's relationship. Sorry!
Contains: Insecure Arthur, smut, corniness (lmao)
Length: 3,160
You came into the living room, thoroughly exhausted. Your bones ached, your head hurt. You plopped yourself down next to Arthur, who whined softly at seeing you so clearly burnt out. You rest your head across the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. You put a hand to your forehead, letting out a heavy sigh.Arthur scooted up next to you and wrapped his legs around you, arms following closely behind. You let out a hum of the deepest contentment as you felt the love of your life wrap themselves around you, smiling softly as he pressed his warm lips to your exposed neck, the nicest touch you had felt all day."I hate seeing you this way, love," Arthur mumbled unhappily as he brushed his nose against your neck. "You're always so tired all the time."You sighed. It was no secret between the two of you that you absolutely loathed you current job. You worked at an office firm, and were in charge of picking up the phone to assist customers. What that entailed was constantly being yelled at, patronized, sometimes even screamed at. There wasn't a day you didn't come home with a headache, and not a day Arthur did fawn over you with worried eyes as he saw how bone tired and trodden you were, mentally and emotionally."I just don't know how much longer I can do this," you muttered under your breath, hand still pressed on your forehead. Arthur took your hand from its place on your head gently and placed his firm hand on top of your forehead instead, applying just the right amount of pressure so that it stimulated the nerves in your skin, sending shoots of pleasure through your body. Arthur was so sensitive to how you touched you, and he did it so well every time. You hummed happily as the sensation passed through your whole body while he rubbed his hand from your forehead to your hair, stroking over and over until you felt the stress leave your body in gentle waves. It was almost erotic."I hate seeing you like this," Arthur whispered, tears springing to his eyes. He continued to caresses your forehead, fondling his fingers through your hair, easing slowly the ache in your tired muscles and the headache that was plaguing your head. "My baby deserves so much better.""You got any ideas?" you hummed softly, your bad mood already entirely melted from his sweet touches. Every night when you came home your day transformed from mundane and painful to magical the second his arms wrapped themselves around you and blessed you with his warm touches. Love emitted from his every word and touch, healing even the darkest of your wounds. But tomorrow would be another day, and the same toxic cycle would start all over again.Arthur knitted his eyebrows in gentle concentration. His fingers drummed against your forehead as he thought. "Actually, I might be able to ask Hoyt if they're looking for woman clowns. We have all men, and lately we've been getting requests for females. People feel safer around woman, you know?" Your eyes were closed in bliss. You were mostly focused on Arthur's sweet voice and is irreplaceable touch. You had meant the question rhetorically, but you opened your eyes slightly and turned your head in Arthur's direction, looking through him through your own tired and sleepy eyes. "That sounds wonderful, darling, but I doubt that would happen," you mumbled sleepily. "I just have to...accept it."Determination overflooded Arthur then, and he leaned forward and kissed each of your eyebrows, making your eyes close again in bliss. He then leaned down and pressed his lips to each one of your eyelids, as delicate as paper. "I'll try tomorrow," he promised in a soft whisper. "I'm going to get you out of there, baby."It was true that it was driving Arthur mad how worried he was for you every day. Each day he knew that your job was full of nothing but toxic, inconsiderate morons who didn't give a fuck about you. It made his blood boil. He knew all too well what it was like. He could stand it for himself, but not with you. It was the only thing that granted him with enough courage to finally stand up to Hoyt and ask if his girlfriend could start working with him as a female clown. It took some pressing and a few harsh words from Hoyt, but finally he agreed, realizing that it would be best for the business anyway.Your first day of work was intimidating, yet freeing. You got your own locker room, being the only female clown. Arthur was relieved at this, knowing how toxic and rowdy the men in his locker room got anyway. But he was worried sick about you staying safe, knowing how inconsiderate the people of Gotham were, especially in regards to clowns.Because of this, Arthur also requested to Hoyt that you only work in safe places, such as children's hospitals and the like. None of the public street stuff where Arthur got jumped robbed, sworn at, and kicked. He wanted you safe and happy.Hoyt had rolled his eyes and decided to just make you a pair. "You're never gonna stop bothering me about this, will ya? Alright, fine. You'll go to the same place every day. She needs tranin' anyway. I'll post you both up for children's hospitals for the next couple of weeks, see if she's any good at the job."Arthurs heart had soared; he now got to not only be with you all day, but protect you as well.When you came home from another toxic day at work, Arthur told you the news. You instantly brightened up yourself, and threw yourself into his arms. Now you both could love each other not just in the forced hours of the nighttime where you were both damaged, tired, and miserable, but all day as well.Arthur started to teach you how to do clown makeup. You learned quickly, always have a bit of artistry to your touch naturally. As you flawlessly applied the makeup within only a few hours of practice, Arthur, having done clowning his whole adult life and having a passion for it, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealously. His makeup was always so much shakier and less detailed, despite having done it for years. Even on his best days, it didn't come out as nearly as good as yours. You looked over and saw the slight frown on Arthur's face, and couldn't help but smirk playfully. "I know that look," you said as you put your brush down and turned to him, putting your hands on his knees. "You're jealous, aren't you, Arthur?"Arthur crossed his arms and looked at the ground."You're just really good at this, that's all, baby," he said in his soft raspy voice, giving away his true feelings as it always did. But you knew him better than that. Gently, you brought your gloved hands to his chin, lifting him up to look you in the eyes."Darling, what's mine is yours," you said softly. "If I have any talent, I can always teach it to you, ok? Your happiness is far more precious to me than any talent." Arthur's pools flickered up at you. "You promise?" he asked, voice as soft as velvet.You smiled. "I promise, baby."The next day you two were attached at the hip, overjoyed to start your first day at work together. You looked like a funny pair walking through the dull streets of Gotham; two full blown, highlighted colored clowns with outlandish bright colors holding hands and walking through the streets and the subways.Arthur was wearing his Carnival outfit, his official clown getup. You yourself were wearing a bright pink polka dot skirt, large clown boots, and electric curly orange hair to complete the look. The way people stared at you both would've made anyone think you two were the second coming, but neither of you could have hardly cared. Arthur was so damn proudto call you his, so unbelievably happy that he got to work with the love of his life and make sure you were safe, not just today but every day.When you arrived at the children's hospital, the office lady greeted you both with some tired exasperation"She's always grumpy," Arthur had reassured you in your ear. "Don't worry about it."You nuzzled into his bright yellow shoulder in reassurance that nothing was going to get your spirits down today; as long as you were with him, not even the sun falling itself could darken your days. This almost seemed too good to be true.Ironically, as the day went on, what did get in the way of the heavenly bliss was the both of you.Arthur couldn't help feeling the envy; you were just so damn good with the children. They instantly brightened up when they saw you, in a way that they didn't no matter how hard Arthur tried. They laughed even when you weren't trying. You stomped your feet playfully, and they were red in the face. What Arthur had to do tenfold to get that reaction, you merely had to lift a finger. You were just so naturally likable.The nurse even complimented you as you two were leaving, telling you that they had never seen such happy children in their life.Arthur had entertained some children that day as well in his own way; he had a natural talent for making children smile as well. But what you had done today had outshone him by a million miles. When Arthur sat down in the bathroom that night, he didn't bother to hide how grumpy he was. His lips was jutted out in a deep frown, his eyebrows creased in an unhappy grimace.It was his job to bring joy and laughter to the world. He deeply loved you, but he felt you were stealing his show. He was proud of you, but he felt so...outdone.You mocked his grumpy expression in a loving fashion, trying to get him to smile by your goofy face as you leaned down to his eye level to wash his face. But nope, it wouldn't work, not tonight, Arthur thought stubbornly. He tried to focus instead on the warm cloth that was washing the greasepaint off his face, trying to process his complicated emotions."What's wrong, sweetheart?" you murmured gently as you continued to wipe the paint off of his face.Arthur sighed, finally letting the closed off font fall. He could never do that for very long around you. "You just....were really good today," Arthur mumbled. He felt so embarrassed and ashamed. He should be happy for you, not jealous or frustrated.Understanding came over you, although you already suspected as much just on the way he was acting on the way home. You knew him well.You leaned towards his face and put your hand under his chin, gently making him look at you. "Baby, did you see the way the kids lit up when they saw you? They know you, Arthur. They see your soul." Arthur looked at you with hurt and bewildered eyes, wanting to believe your words. "You're so good at this job, baby. You were born for it. Maybe you can't see it now, but they need you, sweetheart. You're so treasured."Arthur leaned into your palm, staring at the ground. You saw how downtrodden he was, how discouraged and disheartened. You knew this was his passion. Guilt flooded through you, as well as sadness; you would give anything for you Arthur to be happy, even if it cost you your own."Maybe I should go back to my old job," you said thickly. You felt a black feeling sweep over you as you said the words; you really hated it there beyond what you could express, but you couldn't stand to see your Arthur so unhappy at something that usually brought him joy. Arthur eyes looked up, and panic flooded his eyes. "No, no honey. That's not a good idea. It's terrible for you there.""If me being at your workplace makes you so insecure and unhappy, maybe its for the best," you said, the words almost getting stuck in your throat, but not seeing any other solution.An idea struck you then, and you smiled as you thought of it. "Maybe there's something we could do to make this a little more fun."Arthur eyes lit up in curiosity. "What's that?""Well," you began, "we both like this clowning thing, and we both love to make people laugh, and we both love each other, right?" Arthur nodded slowly, trying to follow your point. "Well, what if there was some kind of reward at the end of the day? Let's keep score of how many children we make laugh or smile with some tally marks, and by the end of the day, whoever has the least, gets to be spoiled by the other partner. So that way, if you have an off day, it won't matter, because I'll spoil you with something when its over to cheer you up. And vice versa. How does that sound?"Arthur gazed into your eyes for a moment, face blank with thought. Then, slowly but surely, a smile graced the edge of his lip. That was a resounding "yes" in Arthur speak.From that day forward, you two went to work together like you were playing a sport. Arthur started studying how to become a little more graceful at clowning, looking up different ways to be a mime as well as various magic tricks that he never learned before. He didn't realize how muddy his passion for clowning had been before this; even the things that had brought him joy before you had been covered in a layer of muddy indifference because of his depression. You being in his life was changing all of that, inspiring him to do more. Even clowning had mostly been something he did to pay the bills and because the hospital had told him he needed a job when he was released. Now, he was feeling truly invested in it. At first, most days were won by you. As a result, Arthur's requests of being 'spoiled' were almost always something related to getting better at clowning. You taught him how to dance goofier, how to make more natural movements, how to overcome his own dark negative thoughts to be lighter on his feet-this one took a couple of sessions, almost leaking on therapy. Not that you minded, not in the slightest. You truly wanted the best for him.Because of Arthur losing so much, he started to learn so much from you. After about three weeks of this, Arthur started to catch up-once he won four days straight in a row, you began to notice that he was catching up to your winning streaks-and in some ways, even becoming better than you.On the fifth night of you losing, you requested something simple-getting to bottom during sex. It was so passionate, especially so because you two had been so physically worn out from the combination of clowning and Arthur's practicing sessions that it had been the first time you'd been intimate in some time. Arthur's lips adorned your skin as he eased into you, in and out, in and out. You two were lost in a haze as it overwhelmed you, as it always did, how much you loved each other. "We've been really happy lately, haven't we, baby?" you whispered as Arthur was on his forth climax into you that night. You yourself were on your third orgasm; almost as if your bodies were in a competition to see how much pleasure one could get from the other. You smirked at the thought.Arthur nodded, breathing raspy and heavy, conspicuous green eyes looking into your eyes from above you. "You know, Y/N," Arthur breathed against your skin. "I've just been thinking lately,"-a shuddering breath, a thin heaving chest-"how much I love you."You looked up at him, warmth flooding through you. "Yeah?"Arthur nodded, shakily because of his lust, but determined to make his point. "You just make everything...better. Before you, everything felt so dull and average. Even my passions felt muddy. But now....now I'm learning so much, and I'm doing so much better, and I just love everything so much more now." He gasped as he rolled his hips against you, his passion overcoming him. In and out, in and out he thrusted into you. Your fingers, which were intertwined into his curls, dug into his hair as your own lust came over you."Theres no one I'd rather take care of, baby," you moaned as your felt your own lust overcoming you. "And you do so much for me too, angel. I wouldn't even have this job without you, and every day your precious spirit reminds me why every day is worth living."Arthur's green eyes glinted. "You mean that?"You nodded, complete and unmitigated happiness flooding through you. "I mean every word and more, darling."The next couple of weeks, Arthur cleared his score with you. Soon, you two were even, and after that the game ended. Arthur was no longer jealous or insecure of you; he was only proud of you and beyond happy that he got to spend every day with you doing something he loved. How lucky he was to have such a talented significant other that loved him so deeply to help him out, just as passionate about he was about the same things. He couldn't have dreamed anyone more perfect for him into existence even if he tried.He thrusted you against the apartment walls in his passion for you on a particularly happy and successful day, rubbing his clown gloves all over your skin. You let yourself be claimed by him, more than happy for him to do so. The grease paint of your clown make up and his own melded into the other, until both of your faces were messy rainbows of desire and happiness.You were so happy he was over his insecurities; you truly wanted the best for him, and nothing was more important you than his happiness.And for Arthur, his peace and realizations came over him as he realized he had everything he wanted, and that was more than enough, even if he wasn't always the best at what he did. An amazing job with his passion, decent pay. But best of all, your gentle spirit, how caring and loving you were; it was all the reasons why he had fallen so deeply in love with you.You were everything he had ever dreamed of and more, and he was so, so proud to call you his.
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Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019
FanfictionA series of romantic one-shots concerning Arthur Fleck.
