Sassy/Angry! Arthur headcanons because I needed to cheer myself up today and confident/pissy Arthur gets me going shsdjsdh. Thank you @ajokeformur-ray for reading this over and for your feedback jnejdknd i love you. idk if this flows IDK jdenjenejde. Fluff at the end.
You had no doubts in your head how sweet, kind, and quiet natured Arthur was. He was polite to everyone that-to those that deserved it, anyway. You began to recognize the signs of something more going on in Arthur's head when he interacted with certain people while you were out and together. If anyone even had the slightest off energy, or gave him even the smallest reason to believe they had bad intentions, his sweet, soft nature would become a little sharper, a little more quick. Although Arthur was a heart wrecking combination of emotionally abused and put down by the world, with a persistent a heart of gold to compliment these wretched states, he had no trouble spitting fire at someone who deserved it. Especially now that he had something besides himself to care for; you.You began to recognize the symptoms the more you went out with him. Arthur's incredibly fake laughter was the first sign of that his more fiery, 'no nonsense" side was getting the better of him. If you two were out and a stranger came up to you-men were not shy about coming up to women even when there was clearly a man they were with beside them-and started talking with you, Arthur's hands would grip around your waist intensely. If the man made a joke? Arthur would let the most fake of his laughs that would cackle through the air, high pitched and purposely obnoxious, his jaw quivering with how "hard" he was laughing until it drowned out the man's laughter, and, if you laughed-which was usually born from simply not wanting to piss the man off-yours all together until there was nothing but awkward silence. Within moments the man would give up and walk away, slightly freaked out, slightly not even knowing what just happened and simply just wanting to the hell get away. Arthur would smirk proudly to himself and kiss the back of your head.The same went for whenever someone was mean to someone else without it being justified; if anyone said something mean to someone else out of the blue who didn't deserve it, his loud, eccentric laughter would boom through the walls sarcastically until everyone was simply left sat staring blankly, quiet and wondering what the fuck just happened.You first were introduced to Arthur's sassy side when he first told you some of his jokes that he wouldn't show anyone but you."What did the patent say to his therapist when she asked him where his journal was?"You thought for a moment, humoring him. You knew this was based off of his real life experience. "Why?""'I burned it,' the patient said.'""'Why?' the therapist asked.""It didn't want to come back here again. It's a lot happier now, and having more fun than I am right now." You would smirk at him. You had to admit that you had your own sassy side, and you lovedit when Arthur was comfortable enough to start sharing it with you. Although Arthur would never dream of telling these jokes to anyone but you, they certainty brewed in his mind. You found this side of him quite spicy and hot, and never would have dreamed upon first falling in love with him that such a weighed down, supposedly shy man was so quick on his feet in mind and wit alike. Arthur's eyebrows would raise and curl on his face whenever he heard about something he didn't like-a bad joke on television, a story in the newspaper calling the poor lazy, and anything else that triggered him or set him off. He would start grumbling to you, curling you up into his arms as he stood in the kitchen as rocked you back and forth by his side as he stared at the newspaper, his frustration increasing, the only thing comforting him being your warm presence."I bet Thomas Wayne never had to work a day in his life for his money," he would mumble grumpily into your hair. "He doesn't have the right to say anything about anyone."You would lean up and kiss his cheek reassuringly."You're right, Arthur. Don't worry." Arthur would let the smallest of twitches of satisfied smiles grace his face at your reassurance, finally knowing through your confirmation that his thoughts were valid and that he wasn't alone in what he thought. His mom had only ever invalidated him for his thoughts about the rich and Wayne, calling him a "great man" with no evidence to back up the statement.There were many crimes in Gotham, and, because of that, the privacy you two had in your apartment together was often invaded by police coming to your door for questioning, even if neither you two had anything even remotely to do with the crime.These questioning made Arthur nervous, and when Arthur got nervous, he sometimes got a little sharp. He would also get annoyed-he hardly got any time with you enough as it was. Why did he have to deal with answering questions of yet another robbery just because it had happened down the street?Arthur would answer the door with a distant expression, his eyes hard, scanning the police up and down like they were a bug that needed to be swatted. "Mr. Fleck, sorry to disturb you. Is anyone else home?"Reluctantly, Arthur would nod."Yeah, my girlfriend. Why?""We have some questions for the both of you."Arthur would visibly roll his eyes, gently, but in an exasperated fashion nonetheless. If Arthur was nothing else, he was completely and utterly emotionally naive in the sense that he rarely knew how to hide his real emotions unless he knew he had done something wrong-in which case he would close himself up and lie spine chillingly well. But If he hadn't? It was nothing more than a burden than got in between your time together.He saw it as nothing more than police who had too much time on their hands to bother people like you and him, who were minding their business and had no interest in getting involved in something that had nothing to do with either of you. Arthur was more than happy to help, always, if ever the situation called for it-but he knew Gotham police better. Many of them were unprofessional, and simply looking for someone to arrest so they could close the case and go back to ignoring the real problems of Gotham. They occupied themselves with petty little nothings that they didn't even solve correctly while the real problems and people-often then richer and upper class-got away with destroying the lives and mental health of millions. They picked on poor people, because they were the most vulnerable. Often, poor people didn't do anything wrong by moral accounts; they only stole because they needed to to survive. Arthur knew all too well; he had been there too. Arthur would sweep his hand through his hair, look at the ground, step from foot to foot.He would then look back up and give them a tight lipped smile, then swirl his tongue inside his mouth until it made a pop sound, grimacing as he accepted what you and Arthur would be forced to do tonight. The police could arrest him right then and there if he refused, although he had considered many times simply slamming the door in their face.Eventually, he would let the police in, sitting down next to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and would answer the questions, but, once he was gone, Arthur would audibly groan and melt into the curve of your shoulder, letting the mask he had put on for the officer melt entirely. If the confrontation was particularly terrible, or, if you had been especially tired that night, or if he had simply been craving you, Arthur would go up to the officer as he left, whispering in his ear, "Don't come back here again unless you absolutely need to. My girlfriend is tired all the time and doesn't need this. Ok, Officer?"His fear of the law was thrown out the window when it came to you.Arthur's sass would increase tenfold if someone told him his jokes weren't funny.If someone told him to stop laughing after hearing something he felt was funny, or if someone told him "that wasn't funny, Arthur," he would raise his eyebrows in a quick and sharp fashion, saying in his own Arthur way that yes, it was funny, and no, he didn't care that you didn't think it wasn't. This would be followed by a long drag of his cigarette, and an another quick eyebrow raise that no one noticed but you.Arthur was not above flickering his cigarettes at people if they got on his nerves. Arthur's sass tended to be more passive aggressive than upfront, but, the more possessive he became of you, the less shy he was to tell people how he really felt about how they were talking to you. You would never forget the one time that you had been blatantly been asked out while you were waiting for Arthur to come pick you up from work. You two walked home together every night, sharing in each other's company.However, on this specific night, a man had noticed you standing alone, Arthur being a bit late. As a result, it had ended up with the man asking you out, complimenting your figure, and asking you when you were free.Although you kept answering his questions with clear disinterest and kept saying you were taken, the man didn't let it drop. Your uncomfortability was only increasing as your were unwillingly tugged along into the conversation, scared that the man might try something if you told him off.Arthur had stayed back and had heard half the conversation out of curiosity- somewhat nervous to see how you would respond.He heart bleed with pride when he heard you openly tell the man that you were taken when you could have easily gotten away with cheating. Seeing this confirmation of your genuine love for him made Arthur confident, and he used this window of confidence to rush up to you, putting his arms around your shoulders and eyeing the man with a hard gaze. "Who's this?" the man asked awkwardly.Arthur smirked at the man, his eyes flittering over to you, begging for you to be the one to answer, to confirm from your own lips that you were his, "This is the one I was talking about," you said confidently, though you still felt little shaken by being left alone with a man you didn't know for so long.Arthur picked up on your anxiety, and this only made him angrier."So...she's...she's your....?" the man stuttered over his words as he looked at Arthur. He could have sworn that you had just been lying just to get him off your back; it was a common tactic for women that men ignored. They only respected other men with girlfriends, not the woman themselves.That set Arthur off. He cocked his head to the side, and, with a mischievous smile, Arthur took his arm off of you and strutted up to the man, confident now in his rage. Arthur took the cigarette out of his mouth that he had been smoking and stuck it inside the man's mouth, which he opened by taking his chin, and then clasped his jaw shut with his hand. Arthur had the expression of mock shock on his face as he patted his head patronizing."Yes, she's my girlfriend. And a woman who wanted to be left alone. Imagine that," Arthur quipped at him sharply. He then turned around and took your hand, gently leading you with him back to your apartment. Arthur looked back at the man with a cocky smile, smirking to himself and feeling pride ebb at his core that he was able to stand up for you as well as himself. You couldn't deny the throbbing between you legs at the sassiness and confidence that radiated from Arthur in these moments, and, when you came home at night, you adored awarding his confidence, knowing how hard for it was for him with his anxiety, and showing him just how "yours" he truly was. Never did Arthur hurt you with this sharp side to him, ever. It was reserved for the cruelty of the world alone.The only time that wasn't the case was when you found the joke about insomnia when you were going through his journal one night.Your hands had been trembling slightly as you had read it to yourself. "Why did the old man like having insomneea? Because he didn't half to sleep with his wife."You felt a tear roll down your cheek; you wiped it away frustratedly. Surely this couldn't have been about you, or inspired by the relationship with you. And yet the cobwebs of insecurity began to haunt your core, and you couldn't help but bite your lip and yet more tears fell.When Arthur came home, he was in one of his sweetest states, such as he always was when he was with you. He wrapped his arms around your waist while you were standing in the kitchen, staring at nothing.Immediately did Arthur pick up on your off mood, and he gently took your jaw and guided it towards his face."Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Arthur inquired softly. He felt his own tears begin to sting his at even just the sight of yours.You sighed, and shook your head. "I know I shouldn't have...it's just. Your joke. About insomnia and the wife. Is.." You sighed, and then continued. "Is it about me, Arthur?"Arthur's eyes had flashed with shock, and, you dared to think, even a little self hatred. Arthur immediately took you in his embrace and rocked your back and force, gently caressing your back."No," Arthur cooed. "Never. My jokes are never about you, darling. I could never joke about the one good thing in my life."You laughed bittersweetly, and allowed yourself to melt into his arms as you fell into the gentle, comforting swaying of his embrace, feeling the horrible feelings melt within his warm touch and soft spoken words. "Such a silly thing to think," Arthur mumbled into your ear. "Going to bed with you is my favorite thing in the world."You nuzzled into his shoulder, and allowed the last of your tears to fall and sink into his warm sweat, along with your insecurities.Despite Arthur's sharp side, you know he loved deeply, and loved passionately, and he was rarer than a pot of gold to find in the city of Gotham."Let me make it up to you," Arthur muttered softly, and he took himself away from your embrace, gently wiping the dampness of your face away with his warm hand. You smiled, the exhaustion from your insecurities finally coming to a close as you allowed the love you shared with Arthur to be the only thing you truly thought or cared about. Arthur whined with desire at your smile and led you to the couch, where he began to kiss you softly and tenderly, whispering every little thing he adored about you between kisses.When Arthur realized he had upset you in even the slightest, it would haunt him for days afterward. His own insecurity would get the best of him, and he would be convinced you would leave him for upsetting you. If you even do much as turn your head to the side while spooning together in bed, Arthur would whisper desperately, "Don't go." "All I did was turn my head," you reassured him gently, almost laughing at how silly his reaction to such a small thing was-and yet your heart broke for his tortured soul too. Arthur gazed at you with sad, begging eyes that melt your heart. Although he knew it was silly to think you were leaving him, he couldn't stop his thought patterns, or the pain that was in his heart.You cooed softly, and wrapped your hands around his worn, tired face, to which his eyes would flicker closed at your warm, soft touch,"You sweet thing," you muttered gently. "You can't even help yourself, can you?""Help myself from what?" Arthur mumbled through his haze, eyes still closed, as if in a complete trance in the heaven that was your touch."From being so loving and wonderful." At this Arthur's opened his eyes the slightest bit, raising them at you."This city has a way of making everyone so cruel, so heartless, and yet you stay so gentle. So soft," you continued, thumbing the hollow of his cheek with your thumb. "I'm so proud of you, Arthur. So proud. You only become sharp when you really need to. You know the difference between unnecessary hate and defense, and I'm so lucky to be able to call you mine."Slowly but surely Arthur's lips curl into a reassured, satisfied smile, the left side of his lip dropping upward. He had such a broken smile, but it always showed off his spirit that preserved despite every challenge in the world that made him not want to. An ever enduring and sweet darling was he, using his fire only when he had to."You make it a lot easier to stay soft," Arthur mumbled as he gazed at you through lust filled, sleepy eyes. "I love you, sweetheart."You smiled your own lazy, soft smile."I love you two, Arthur, and every side of you as well."You leaned forward, and your lips temporarily met in a heated dance, Arthur moaning softly in his own tender way at how your touches utterly and entirely reminded him why staying soft had all been worth it.You were all each other needed to remember why it was worth it to not be completely heartless, to give your love to another soul, and the warm bodies between each other and the intimate, heated conversations and love struck whispers was all you two needed for forever and a day. Complex though Arthur may be, he was just the right amount of complex that you needed, and you wouldn't have had him any other way.
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Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019
FanfictionA series of romantic one-shots concerning Arthur Fleck.
