
Christmas Miracle - Part 2 - Arthur x Reader
So, this is a second part to this imagine for Lilytina87. I hope that you all enjoy.
Arthur sat apprehensively in his apartment. He had rushed home as quickly as he could, determined that he was going to do all he could to make his apartment as presentable as possible for when (Y/n) arrived. He had tried to explain that she shouldn't expect anything fancy, that it wasn't in the best part of town, and that it was a little, well, a little shabby. But (Y/n) had assured him that she didn't mind, that she was looking forward to seeing his little home. And that no matter what he thought, it would certainly be better than spending the day in the hotel.
Arthur and (Y/n) had been in the diner for hours talking and laughing as if the two had never been apart. But to Arthur it had felt like only minutes, especially when he walked her back to her hotel in the early hours of Christmas morning, and reluctantly had to leave her. (Y/n) had assured him that she would be at his apartment later that day, that she would have a surprise for him, and she couldn't wait to continue their conversation.
Arthur looked at his watch, wondering what time (Y/n) had meant by later. Admittedly he had been up for hours, continuing his endeavours to try and make a silk purse out of the sow's ear of his apartment, but now as he sat on his sofa, he finally realised that this was as good as it was going to get.
Reaching over to the table, Arthur picked up the yearbook that he had managed to find in a box that had been stuffed in the back of a cupboard. A book that he hadn't seen since the day he got it. Flicking through the pages, Arthur smiled as he found the picture of (Y/n), his own photo next to hers on the page. He couldn't help but shudder as he looked on his own visage, his mind going back to all those terrible years that he had had to endure at school. But the picture of (Y/n) made him smile, as did the inscription that she had left him on the page.
He had never taken any notice of book, having thrown it in the box as soon as he had got home. But now as he read it, he couldn't help but think that maybe (Y/n) had liked him as much as he had liked her when they were at school together. And last night she had stated that his wonderful nature was one of the reasons that she had liked him. Also that she had wanted to ask him to be her prom date.
Carefully, Arthur traced his fingers over the outline of her face on the page. She had always been beautiful, but he could see in her eyes the sadness that she had always tried to hide. A sadness that only someone who had also been through such things, could see. Maybe that was why it had taken so long for him to recognise her last night. Why the connection between the smiling bright eyed woman that he had inadvertently knocked down, and the name had not matched. The sadness was no longer behind her beautiful eyes. The negative emotion had been replaced by hope, happiness and life.
Suddenly a loud knock on the door alerted Arthur to a presence outside. Eagerly he jumped from the sofa and made his way over to the door, opening it to be greeted by a pair of attractive legs, and a large box overfilled with Christmas decorations.
"Hi. Is that you Arthur?" A voice asked, before a smiling face appeared from around a strand of thick, bright tinsel.
"(Y/n)? What's all this?" Arthur asked, as the box was pushed into his arms. Arthur finding himself turned around and pushed back into his apartment.
"Wellllllll. You said that you didn't have any real decorations or anything for Christmas day. So, I thought that I would bring Christmas with me." (Y/n) began, as she carried yet another box into the apartment.
"This morning I went to the storage unit where all my things are being kept, and I managed to find all these decorations." (Y/n) chuckled, as she took the box from Arthur's arms and dropped it on the sofa.
"That, and I was able to talk the hotel manager and chef into supplying me with all the stuff we would need for a real Christmas lunch. So, if you will point me to the kitchen, I will start cooking, and you can decorate." (Y/n) giggled, as she kissed a shocked Arthur on the cheek.
Arthur couldn't help but stare and wonder as (Y/n) made her way into his kitchen. Cupboard doors opening and closing as she looked for the relevant pot, pans, and utensils that would allow her to make their repast. How could such a thing happen to him? How could he, boring old Arthur Fleck, suddenly get this lucky? Was the universe actually smiling down on him for once?
"Hey. You know that this apartment won't decorate itself don't you. So, make with the tinsel Mister Fleck. I expect that room to look like Santa's grotto by the time I've finished in here." (Y/n) called out, bringing Arthur back from his thoughts. (Y/n) laughing as Arthur stood to attention and saluted, before pulling the first long garland from the box.
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Arthur dropped unceremoniously onto the sofa. For once in his life, he felt fat and happy, although how he had managed to eat so much, he didn't know. (Y/n) had thought of everything. There had been turkey and cranberry sauce, ham with fluffy mashed potatoes and roast root vegetables. And the pièce de resistance, warm pecan pie with thick whipped cream. Arthur couldn't remember the last time that he had ever eaten so well. In fact, he had never eaten so well, and all of it was because of his very own Christmas miracle that had just come to sit by his side.
"Not a bad job." (Y/n) said, as she was finally able to take a seat and fully appreciate Arthur's decorating skills.
"Although it is missing a few reindeer." (Y/n) laughed, as she too leant back on the sofa.
"It's a shame that this day has to end. Even the people of Gotham are more pleasant at Christmas. Admittedly they make up for it the rest of the year by being extra rude, but still." (Y/n) told Arthur with a shrug, as she suddenly noticed the old yearbook on the table.
"Geez Arthur. You've really been digging up the past." (Y/n) said as she picked up the book. Arthur feeling embarrassed that he had not had chance to hide it.
"Will you look at this bunch? Not even the FBI's most wanted list is full of as many ass holes as we went to school with." (Y/n) scoffed, as she flicked through the pages, the faces of the ghosts of a different life looking up at her.
(Y/n) had never minded school, it was her escape from home, her chance to get herself another life. But she was always the loner, the smart girl that no one really seemed to know except for the school's resident weirdo. Her and Arthur's friendship had always caused stupid gossip. Conjecture that there was something romantic between the two. Not that (Y/n) had cared, she always thought that she would have been lucky to have been Arthur's girlfriend. He hadn't been like the other boys who seemed hell bent on nothing more than getting a girl into bed, and then being able to boast about it. Arthur was a gentleman. The kind of boy that would hold a girl's hand on long romantic walks, the kind that would drape his coat over a puddle so that she wouldn't get her shoes wet. The kind of boy that she could see herself spending the rest of her life with.
"To the best lab partner in the world. See you next year. Love (Y/n)." (Y/n) suddenly said, reading out the words written on the page.
"You may not believe this Arthur, but I actually remember writing that. I remember watching as the others happily signed one another's books, all of them ignoring you and me. Admittedly, I had already thrown mine in the nearest bin, though not before tearing out the pictures of the pair of us. But I was angry that they were just overlooking you like you weren't there. Like you were nothing. I recall that I wanted to write so much more, that I wanted to tell you how much I cared about you, that to me you weren't invisible. I decided that day that I would try and pluck up the courage to ask you to the prom. That even if you had said no, I would have least have been able to say that I tried to show you that I was interested in you. But then I got the opportunity to leave, and I had to take it. You know, I had kept those pictures of the pair of us in a small frame for years, to remind me that there were good people in the world. To be honest, I think I still have it." (Y/n) chuckled as she lay the book down on the table and looked at the blushing man next to her.
"You....you thought all that about me? Why......why did you never tell me?" Arthur asked, not sure whether he was hearing (Y/n)'s confession correctly.
"Why? Well, I suppose I was dumb for a start. I know that we always got on well, and we were friends, but I was never sure if you liked me in that way. And of course, the idea of being rejected when you tell someone that you care for them is never a nice thing. But I suppose it was my home life that really stopped me. I saw what my parents had become, and for some reason I got it in my head that all relationships would become that toxic. It wasn't until I moved away that I realised that love with the right person can be the most glorious thing in the world. That love, though not always perfect, is what you make it. But when I realised that, it was too late, and I thought that you would have already found the love of your life." (Y/n) told a shocked Arthur, his mind reeling from her admission.
"You.......you know. We could always try again, if you wanted. You said that you didn't have anyone, and I certainly don't. I know I'm not much of a catch, but if you want, we could always see what life might be like if you find the right person." Arthur said quietly, as he hesitantly took hold of (Y/n)'s hands.
"Yeah? You think that you and I could be good together?" (Y/n) asked. Her heart pounding violently in her chest as Arthur nodded.
"I'd like that, Arthur. I'd like to see what you and I can make of this." (Y/n) said, as she leant over and kissed Arthur on the lips. Her head falling onto his shoulder as she snuggled into his side.
Arthur looked up. A broad smile spreading across his face as he put his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulder. Knowing that now he truly believed that anything was possible. And that miracles really did happen at Christmas.
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