The Woman Made Of Light

The woman made of light

She was always there. The woman fitted in white. Whenever he was upset, having an episode, or just lonely, she was there for him. Even in times when he could not see her. This was one of those times.

She looked down from the heavens, seeing the figure of the man she knew all too well. His laughter ringing throughout one ear and the other. A laughter that was manic.

Although, she loved it just the same. With her feathered wings, she flew away from the sight and passed the large golden gates written into age old books.

She flew to a man. A man people called God. As she landed on the marble steps to his large throne, she bowed before speaking.

“My lord, please forgive me for interrupting whatever you were doing, but I must go. I must down to Earth in a body made of flesh.”

God nodded, knowing exactly what she had meant.

“Very well,” He spoke. His voice calm and bright. “You must remember, once you are there, your wings will be stripped and body able to have wounds. Is that what you truly desire?”

With a nod of her head, God did as she asked. She was placed onto what humans called concrete, her body now fitted with an outfit of pure white.

The busy streets held many voices. Many voices she and the others have heard. Though, she could never point out any names.

She walked, looking for the man her heart, her soul in fact had called out for. Many faces were seen, until she found the one she was looking for.

More of a painted face really. He was lying on the ground in an alley way, his face holding bruises and his arms curled around his as a weak form of shielding himself.

Her face torn into worry, quickly running to him and helping him up.

“Arth-Are you okay? What happened?”

With a groan, he wiped of blood that spilled out of the corner of his mouth, leaving a trace of red on his right sleeve.

“Boys-Thry took my sign and beat me. Ah-“

He tumbled a bit, his knee wanting to give out, but held strong.

“Here, let me help you. I’ll take you home. Just show me where that is.”

She knew clearly where he lived, but could not tell. All she did was hold onto him as he walked her to his place, holding onto her once in a while as he limped.

That was three years ago. Three years since that faithful day the woman in white had met the clown.

A relationship had blossomed and they knew each other like the palms of their own hands, except one thing. The clown didn’t know what she actually was, and she was going to keep it that way.

An angelic laughter rang throughout the tiny apartment in Gotham City. The laughter of Y/n L/n. The same woman who helped the clown, Arthur Fleck.

As a movie kept rolling, she watched with her sparkling eyes what was playing on the screen. A laugh erupting from her throat whenever something comedic happened.

Arthur was in the kitchen, trying to find something to eat, but not finding a single crumb.

“Y/n! Love, there isn’t anything in the kitchen. Want to go out to eat?”

“That would be great Arthur! Let me get my wallet!”

With that, she turned off the television and grabbed what she had needed, and met Arthur at the door.

Human life was hard for the angel, but day by day it grew easier for her to understand how to be human.

Arthur kisses her forehead and they went out the door and the building. Waking hand in hand, he spoke.

“You look beautiful love. The same as when I first met you.”

A smile spread onto Y/n’s face, her pearly whites shining in the sunlight. “Thank you Arthur. You look as handsome as ever.”

His face formed a small smile as a light tint of pink trickled onto his sunken cheeks. “Thank you darling. It’s nice to hear that from someone dear to me.”

She giggled, which caused Arthur to laugh. Which made in turn having them both laugh their heads off, getting strange looks from the passerby.

As the walked into an alley, they both failed to spot a human in dark attire from behind them, a sharp object making a glint.

Their laughter calmed down, now going silent and without word. Though they stole glances from one another, smiles never leaving their lips.

That stopped, a sudden knife being held against Arthur’s neck, and a deep voice speaking with hate and darkness.

“Give me your money and he lives. If not, you both die.”

Y/n looked at her lover with worry, and faint “Help.” coming from his lips as the knife got tighter around his neck.

“I don’t think so.” She spoke, a blight light coming from her body and beholding what she truly was.

Her wings flapping in the wind and a small, yet deadly dagger now being held in her hands. Shocked, the man dropped his knife. But before he could run, she slammed her free hand around his throat, squeezing tightly.

Arthur just sat there. More shocked than any person would have been. But before his mind could even race, the angel spoke.

“I may be a woman of God, but I will break his rules if you ever lay a hand on that man ever again. Heed my warning scum, now leave.”

She threw him on the ground, now looking like the same woman she was before. No wings, no dagger.

As the theft ran, she helped Arthur up from the ground, only speaking once. “Arthur, love. I know you may have questions, but please let that wait until after dinner. I’m hungry.”

“O-okay.”

He walked alongside her, his mind racing with many questions. He knew what she was. Having his mother read him the Bible, he knew from the moment she was a creature of God, but one question remained.

Why? He felt as if he didn’t deserve her. That he was too imperfect for her. Yet, she is with him. So, why him?

Do you have rules for requests?

I do, just very little.

1- No pedophilic requests

2-No aging up (still pedophilic in my opinion)

3-Nothing racist. We’re all equal. It will result in a block and report if you do though

4-Nothing sexist. Do I even have to explain why?

Yeah this post went a lot of places. Tumblr was fucking up so oof. I forgot who requested this so rip

•You help him get his medicine. They never have any, or Drayton has them stored away and won’t give any to you, so you just hop into ChopTop’s car and get it from the local pharmacy. It better help him get better cause town is far from Texas Battle Land.

Pigeon

I prefer doves myself, but pigeons are cool too 🐦

Fear is a powerful thing

"With a swift swing of the apartment door, Arthur was in his home. Out of breath and bloody, he went into the kitchen, calling out his fiancé's name.

“Y/n? Where are you?”

Hearing her lovers voice, Y/n took a small breath and walked out of a room their shared room.

"Arthur I'm over he-"

Seeing blood all over Arthur, her voice went silence. Words speaking from the fear in her shining e/c eyes.

"Yes, I know this looks bad-It is bad. But baby I'm in big trouble. BIG trouble. I shot a guy."

"..Why?"

Seeing her shaky arms, he snaked his lanky arms around her body, attempting to comfort his love. Though, as any stranger could see, she was the opposite of what he was trying to make her feel.

"Because love" Arthur stated, kissing her forehead, leaving a small print of lipstick, "He made fun of me. Made of people like me."

Before she could even think of any word, the door was broken down, guns pointed at their faces.

"Police! Put your hands up!"

Fearing for her life, Y/n did as she was told, but Arthur, he was quite different. He unhooked his arms from her, and made a motion with his hands, a marion of shooting himself.

He laughed, an episode, starting. Though, with that laugh came a consequence.

Filled with rage, the police grabbed the deranged man, forcing him into cuffs and dragging his think body out of the building and into their car.

Y/n stood there, door broken and herself? Unsure. She was unsure of what to do, but she new one thing. She needed to run. Run for Arthur.

And she did. With the clap of her shoes, the many lights bounced onto her tear struck face, illuminating her velvety skin.

The fire and sorrowful cries of pain waves into her ears, draining a memory she would never forget.

She soon found a large crowd looking over at a car wreck. Quickly, she spotted her lover swaying to an unheard rhythm onto of the damaged vehicle.

He spotted her too, their eyes connecting. The crowd that was there too matched at the even that was happening. Not the hellfire, but lovers speaking unspoken words to one another.

With a sharp motion with his wrist, Arthur had his 'fans' carrying Y/n onto the car.

As he held her hands, he saw the same fear he's seen for months.

They once held love and passion for him, but now, fire and pain is all he saw. It didn't matter though. He didn't care.

With a lick of his lips he spoke loudly.

"Y/n, instead of waiting, we'll be having our wedding here! The scenery is much more grand than Italy or Greece, this is what I want!"

"This isn't you Arthur, this isn't the man I fell for."

"Oh but Y/n it is. And you will like it."

Arthur then smashed his lips onto hers, signifying their marriage and a crowd of cheers.

No matter her struggle, Y/n couldn't pull away. So she thought of the only thing she could do, kiss back. The hellfire and fear never leaving her eyes

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