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Ghostly touches

Pairing: Arthur x Erika (basically just an x reader, but it's a gift for her)

Warnings: just fluff (wow what a shocker)

A/N: This is a gift for a fallen angel @ajokeformur-ray who is struggling and angels shouldn't struggle, so I decided to do something nice for her. Go read her works, she is so talented and reading her Joker fics is like reading the finest poetry, trust me.

To be honest, I'm really anxious, because your dream about Arthur inspired me, but my mind is swirling with thoughts like 'You got it all wrong' and 'Your writing yould never compare' and 'There are too many grammar mistakes' but I hope so much that this will help you at least a little bit. I wish you the best, because you deserve it. To be honest, it's getting bad again (for me I mean) and it breaks me to see that people around me, like you for example, are so stressed, so I'll do my best to be there for you and I hope you like this.

You two will be together forever <3

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The whole apartment was silent as Arthur sat on his old sofa. The Murray show had ended a while ago and after putting his mother to bed he turned it off, as to not disturb her.

Now he was just sitting, deep in his thoughts. Surprisingly, they weren't those dark thoughts that attacked him all day long, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. No, right now, his thoughts were more...philosophical.

Lately, strange things have been happening to him.

Sometimes, when he'd wake up, his bed would feel warmer than on other mornings.

Sometimes, he'd feel ghostly touches, like a pair of lips on his neck, cheek, nose or forehead or he'd feel something envelop his hand, a strange, but pleasant heat, that surprisingly brought him comfort.

When it first happened, months and months ago, he nearly jumped out of his skin, terrified it was one of the hallucinations his cruel mind tormented him with.

He mentioned it to the social worker he went to, but she didn't provide much help, only told him that increasing the amount of one of the many pills he took was the only thing she could do for him.

He was even more scared when he found out it didn't help at all, when one night he felt a slight weight on his shoulder, like if someone would rest their head on it.

Over the time though, he became more and more comfortable with it, even started to look forward to another ghost hug.

That's what he decided to call them - ghost hugs. The reason was simple. The more comfortable he was, the more of the touches he felt. Instead of just the weight of someone's head on his shoulder, he could feel something similar to arms wrapping around his waist.

Every time this happened, he felt an overwhelming amount of an emotion that could be described as comfort or maybe even as happiness and couldn't help himself bug hug back, or at least try to. Even though there wasn't a physical body he could accidentaly hurt, he still acted as if there was, the place between his arms always big enough for exactly one person to fit in, but Arthur couldn't help but feel that he was already hugging his invisible ghost.

That was all that he could feel though. Touches so soft that if he wasn't paying attention he wouldn't even know they were there, but nothing more.

Untill the night before this one that is.

Arthur couldn't help but smile. Smile a far away smile, his eyes would tell anyone who'd look that right now, he was anywhere but the sofa he was sitting on.

The previous night he went to bed strangely tired. Not tired of work, of life, of existence itself, but that type of tired when you know for sure that the second your head hits the pillow, you're out.

And that's exactly what happened. The fact that Arthur slept was surprising in itself, but what happened after, the dream he had, the reason he was now sitting still like a rock on his old sofa, was even more surprising.

In that dream, he was standing in the middle of a sidewalk and for a rew seconds he was confused. What was he doing there?

And just then, a wave of adrenaline hit him like a truck. Arthur was suddenly overcome with the feeling where you know you have to be somewhere, but you don't know where exactly.

And because it was a dream, and dreams do whatever they want with us, he ran. He didn't know where, he couldn't even look around himself to see where he was, which part of city this was, the faces of people around him were all just a blur, it was like he was just a passanger in his own body, but it couldn't have been, because there was a strong pull he felt in his heart, as if the organ was the thing controlling him.

In the distance, he saw a bus stop. And at that bus stop, there was a bus and something was telling him that it's about to take off.

His heart soared with the same feeling he felt when he'd wrap his arms around his ghost and he forced his legs to move faster, despite the growing anxiety telling him it's for nothing, stop, you won't make it.

But he did. He didn't even feel out of breath, his legs didn't ache, even though he'd just ran what felt like a marathon. No, instead, he felt calm, he felt...confident, as he got in the bus and searched the passengers for...he didn't even know who, but he was sure when he'll find them, he will know it's them.

It almost felt like a game of hide and seek and he smiled smugly to himself at the idea. And just then, he saw her.

Although others wouldn't probably notice her, to him, she stood out from all the people on the bus. She was looking at him with a radiant yet soft smile and her eyes shone with little galaxies in them.

The sun that so rarely showed itself in this forsaken city and now shone through the window created what looked almost like a halo above her head and he knew.

It was her. He just knew it. He came over to her and like by a miracle, the seat next to her wasn't taken. He plopped down eagerly and just like she had done so many times these past months, he rested his head gently on her shoulder, his hand searching for her own.

At the first skin to skin contact he knew definitely it was her, she was his ghost, for those feelings he felt whenever she touched him through the different worlds they lived in came back, but ten times stronger and more intense.

And that was what he was thinking about right now. This couldn't have been just a hallucination. He heard somewhere that your mind can't create people in your dreams and he was sure he'd never seen her.

But it felt right. She felt right. Looking at her felt right, touching her felt right, feeling her presence felt so right, Arthur was sure nothing had ever felt this right before.

When Arthur woke up the next morning, his bed felt warm like with another body present, again, but now he could picture her laying next to him, her face so angelic as she rested her head on the pillow and he gently caressed the spot where her cheek would be and very surely was, just in another world.

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