#enen no shoboutai joker

[never-enough-fanfiction]

Serious questions

"Hey Jok-" "I'm sleeping." “Devil never sleeps so stop lying. I have a question. " Joker opened his eye and looked at her reproachfully that she dared to disturb his rest, but also raised an eyebrow, wondering what idea his girlfriend had this time. “Do you sometimes think about your parents?” "My parents?" he repeated. “Why would I? They left me. " “I know, it’s the offical version but have you ever wondered about other possibilities? Shadows are sickos maybe they straight out kidnapped you, and your loving parents miss you till this day? " He looked at her critically, looking for more comfortable spot on the makeshift pillow he had made for her thighs. “Does it really matter? Whenever I got kidnapped, left or sold for drugs? They are not there and I have better things to do than looking for them. " 

Smoker closed his eye back, concluding the conversation was over, and [Y/N] leaned back against the couch, dropping the topic. Sometimes she wondered if her boyfriend was only pretending not to care about such things, or if he really didn't feel the need for a relationship. On the one hand, it sounds like endless freedom, but on the other, the loneliness that must accompany it seemed overwhelming. She ran her fingers through the unfairly smooth strands of black hair and quickly abandoned her thoughts. There are more serious questions. "Would you sell ME for drugs?" she asked, watching the tips slide between her fingers. "Ain't no way anybody would sell drugs THAT cheap." And then Joker had to fight off [Y/N] attempting to suffocate him with a pillow.

#i wrote this story just for this one joke #see you again in 3 months i guess #fire force joker #joker 52 #joker52 #joker/52 #joker enen no shouboutai #fire force #joker fire force #fire force x you #fire force x reader #fire force x [Y/N] #fire force x y/n #enen no shouboutai #enen no shoboutai joker

[incognito-lionbeast]

Do you ever want a crack headcanon to be real so bad, you just double down on it w additional conspiracies to fill in plotholes bc you’ve already dug this deep...

Anyway, Joker is Maki’s real older brother. No, I will not accept criticism.

#Fire Force #Enen no Shoboutai #Maki Oze #Fire Force Joker #This all started because I thought #Takigi looked like an older AU version of teenage Joker asdfg #so I was like ‘‘what if they’re related?’‘

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Headcanon #15

Joker is totally a guy who would come back home, tell his S/O that he has surprise for them and then reveal his freshly obtained stab wound, hoping they will patch him up.

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Random dialogue #6

S/O: brb, gotta take a shower

Joker *with hope in his eye*: need a helping hand with taking off your clothes?

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The storm part 3

The last part! Have you seen the 1st and 2nd one?

Enjoy!

The shuttered blinds blocked most of the early morning light, so [Y/N] could see the room only in the dim light of the ECG monitoring her own pulse.

Woman glanced at the frame of the bed, the bland décor of the hospital room, and finally stopped at the figure supposedly sitting in the chair next to it, but in practice occupying almost half of her bed.

She raised her hand hesitantly, feeling as little movement as possible arouses pain dimmed with painkillers, and touched her fingertips to the temple of the sleeping figure, making sure that it was material, not just her imagination.

Joker's hand closed instantly on her wrist, even before the purple eye flashed dangerously. But just as quickly it went out when he regained consciousness and, embarrassed, put her hand on the sheets.

"I told you to be careful when you wake me up." muttered, stretching and cautiously looked around the room while avoiding her gaze.

"I thought you were only a figment of my imagination." she admitted, tracing the tube connecting her bandaged hand to the drip hanging above.

"Damn, I wish my whole life was just an imagination." He tried to put on his usual smirk, but this time it didn't reach the eyes. "The creator surely is on drugs right now."

"Drop it, you look too fake to be funny."

Joker sighed softly, his entire body drooping, his arms hanging low, tired from whatever weight he carried. The purple eye grew dull, and the shadows beneath it deepened. When he rubbed hand over his face, she heard the soft shuffling of his stubble.

"Want to call the nurse?" Want me to leave? He was considered a criminal, so it was better for both of them not to attract the attention of the medical staff, especially since it was definitely after visiting hours.

"No." Her answer was short, and the silence that followed was long and awkward. She couldn't remember the last time she didn't know what to say in front of him. After all the time they spent together, she had no qualms about dancing off the beat, faking while singing, or eating the whole burrito by three bites in front of him. But now? The air seemed to be embedded in resin.

“It hurt,” she choked out, feeling the lump in her throat.

"You were hit by lightning," he explained, leaning towards the table with a muffled groan and took her patient card from it. “That's what they wrote about here. See? " He pointed at the medical report. “Your resistance gave in and you got a little burned. The rest are just bruises. "

So that white void was lightning. It made sense — the energy accumulated in the clouds was looking for the shortest path to earth and found it in her and the stranger with electric power.

"That's not what I meant." She rubbed her forehead, noticing as the morphine made it difficult to focus on the subject.

"They hurt you?" This short question crashed to the floor, filling the room with the morgue coolness. All her senses bristled at the threat, but she knew perfectly well that it wasn't aimed at her.

"They didn't make it, the lightning was faster." At these words, Joker relaxed his muscles with a soft sigh. “It hurt when you were gone. I thought you left. "

"Why would I leave?" He looked up at her with surprise.

"The last time I saw you, you said it all didn't matter, so-" she cut off, without a single idea what to say. Instead, she made an undefined motion with her hand to explain the rest.

Joker was silent for a moment, leafing through the memories, until he found their last quarrel and sighed, leaning more comfortably against the bed frame.

“I found they started sniffing around you. More or less those who attacked you. I wanted to do it quietly, I thought I did. And then they decided to take you hostage. I fucked up, sorry. " His whole silhouette radiated an urge to disappear, fed up with the whole atmosphere, but at the same time no force would be able to tear him away from her side.

"Does that mean you are not going to leave?"

"I was planning it honestly." He smiled weakly at the sight of her broken gaze. "I was hoping this would get you out of their sights, but for the moment I can't take you out of my sight."

"Not true!" she muttered, feeling relief flooding her chest and a giggle stirring up sore muscles.

“Wanna bet? Let’s see: now lightning, once almost buried in Nether, rats' attack, falling while replacing a goddamn light bulb- "

"Got it, got it!" she cut him off, covering his mouth with her hand and raised her eyebrows, feeling stubble under her fingers. "Anybody told you that you look terrible?"

"Not everyone had a chance to sleep all day." he grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on the inside of wrist.

"Help me sit up." she pleaded, getting up awkwardly, then with even more difficulty she moved to the edge of the bed to make room for him. "We still have a moment before the nurses' morning round." She patted the mattress seeing his hesitation, but Joker was quickly convinced and relieved to finally lay down.

Almost immediately she clung to his torso longing for the warmth that radiated from him and the sense of security he carried . It was all she wanted in life.

"Next time just let me know if anybody is be after me okay?"

"Okay."

#all i want is my psycho comfort character #fire force joker #fire force #fire force x reader #joker fire force #joker 52 #joker52 #joker/52 #fire force x [y/n] #fire force x you #joker enen no shouboutai #enen no shouboutai #enen no shoboutai joker

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Just a walk

Not really what you asked for, but that’s nothing new on this blog. Here you go @sloth-2000​! Enjoy!

“Joker. Joooker ”[Y/N] tugged urgently on the man's sleeve, trying to get attention as quickly as possible. "I need to tell you something in SECRET!" For a moment she stopped pulling on his T-shirt to vigilantly look around for the unwanted pair of ears, as if the echo of her voice did not carry miles down the deserted corridors.

Smoker finally put down his phone and focused on the woman, convinced that if he did not, he would have to reattach the sleeve of his shirt later. "What this time?"

The woman stopped and pointed sadly down. "I have my new shoes and they are killin’ me!" she wailed desperately, hurting his ears. "Can you carry me?"

"I can leave you there to die if you want."

"Pretty please?" [Y/N] tried to use puppy eyes but could barely focus on him. The man looked unconvinced. “I will tell you a REAL secret?”.

"I know all the secrets of the underworld."

"This one is MY secret." She snapped her finger guns at him, convinced that this offer would be irresistible. The blisters on her heel made themselves felt again, so she shifted her center of weigh a little, and to her surprise, the vertical was no longer a vertical.

Joker was the only reason she hadn't kissed the floor. He set it up straight and handed over his hat. "If you lose it, I'll take your phone as compensation."

"Bold of you to assume i haven’t lost my phone yet," she muttered leaning on his back and letting him take all her weight. The man tossed her lightly, adjusting the grip on her thighs, and it was enough to make her squeak amused.

Joker wondered if it was a matter of her macabrely low alcohol tolerance, or his was unusually high. Or was she doubling the rounds when he wasn't looking?

"Do you know why you're carrying me?"

"To know the secret?"

“The reason is also the secret!” She looked around, one last time checking if there was anyone in the vicinity to overhear their conversation, and rested her chin on the man's shoulder, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Because you like me!"

"Ya thinkin' way too high about yourself" Joker shook his head in disbelief, but [Y/N] was not convinced.

"Joker, Joker, Joker," she sighed pityingly, patting him on the shoulder. “It doesn’t mean it’s false just because you didn’t acknowledge it. For example! " She covered his mouth, making it impossible to interrupt. “Why are you here Joker? Why are you helping me out? There will be no paying back from my side. You are not stupid enough to think I will remember anything in the morning, are you Joker? " She smiled slightly, as if tasting the sound of his name.

The man shot her still unconvinced glance out of the corner of his eye and tossed her again, forcing her to focus on holding rather than talking.

"Your beliefs are bigger pile of crap than the church's ones."

"I won’t let you fool me." she stabbed him weakly on the cheek as her head began to weigh, until she rested it on the man's shoulder. A weak and faked melody floated down the hall as she began humming songs they had just heard in the bar. Her purr grew weaker and weaker, until it was completely silent.

Smoker raised an eyebrow in disbelief - it must be nice to be able to fall asleep so quickly. He adjusted his grip once more, feeling it begin to slide downward, and shook his head in disbelief.

“You have no idea what a pretty girl is about. There are no tender feelings for people like me. "

[Y/N] tensed suddenly, leaning backwards sharply enough to sway him. "Oh. My. Sol. You're such a dramatic egdelord. "

“Oi! If you are awake then stay still” he growled, somehow keeping balance.

"I'll ask you a question that I don't want you to answer." She hugged him again very willingly. "Do you really believe it, or does it just fit in with the image you've created around you?" The man opened his mouth, ready to reply, but immediately shushed him, waving an alcohol-drenched breath. "The answer is for you, not me." She rested her head on his back again, feeling her lids begin to weigh heavily. "Anyway, I like you so that's not true."

*

She was right. The next she did not remember a thing after walking out of the pub, what included forgetting every single word from their conversation, and Joker saw no need to bring all of this out.

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The storm part 2

Have you seen the FIRST part?

Joker x paramedic!reader

warnings: blood, people are dying

~1500 words

Enjoy!

“They sure are taking their time.” 

“I bet a beer the youngster got killed even before conveying the message.” 

“For real?” 

The unfamiliar voices seemed to resonate in [Y/N]'s head, threatening to break it in half as her eyesight sharpened. Each sound echoed around the empty room, finally mingling with the monotonous hum of the downpour outside. Woman coughed, feeling as if someone had poured sand down her throat. With great effort tried to get up, but her hands tied behind prevented any movement. Instead, she looked around as much as she could. Muffled afternoon light streamed in through the broken windows, revealing the interior of an old warehouse and two figures standing by the broken door. 

"Who are you?" Her question ended the conversation sharply. 

The stranger shrugged, much more interested in the weather outside than her. "Apparently somebody you don't mess up with." 

“I have never met you in my life." Woman frowned, trying to fish out their appearances from the endless stream of faces that she had the opportunity to meet at work. 

"You may not, but someone who cares about you did so." For the first time he gave her a glance and smirked at the sudden understanding in her eyes. She was hostage. 

Joker had made it clear that his enemies might one day come for her, but she agreed to the risk, most likely blinded by love. She had always believed that if anything happened to her, she would be able to rely on his help. Now, however, the bitter truth has hit her like a tsunami. Joker will not come. There was no reason for him to do it. 

A lone lightning cut across the sky and cast to the floor a shadow of her and the figure above her, making her flinch. Sullen thunder came almost immediately. 

“Easy, we cannot kill you yet. We need your boyfriend to get there first." hinted the voice above her, forcing to stare at the man behind. 

Woman flung, recognizing the face last seen right before fainting, and [E/C] eyes flashed as sparks sprang from her arms. The man, however, remained unmoved, actually amused a little. He grabbed her by the throat, lifting up. 

"A third generation converting heat into electricity may be rare, but you are definitely not the only one with the ability to do so." Free hand appeared next to her face and little lightning flashed across it. "Want to see which of us has the better resistance?" In his eyes burned cruelty with a hint of madness. 

And then, the sky tore open. The unblemished whiteness overshadowed everything she saw, dazzling the eyes. An unknown force hammered her to the floor, denting her ribs, and the thunder of a cannon shot blasted the drums. Live fire streamed down her back, burning the skin and the knots that held her wrists. She couldn't see, hear, or even think. Reality has disappeared, only static noise remains, a sharp squeal and a heavy, rhythmic rumble bursting through her head. 

It took hours for her to open eyes, and then she came face to face with the blank gaze of the man who had just stood over her. Only brief flashes were reflected in the dead pupils. She looked down to the sparks jumping on her hands. [Y/N] tried to shake them off, hold her own powers, but they did not budge dancing burdensomely over her skin. 

A new sound reached her ears. A heavy and slow howl from the door where the other people stood. The lone shift of gaze toward them had taken her forever. They could jump towards her and kill just as easily. But they stood where they were like marble sculptures, eyes wide open. Man's eyes lit slowly like an old light bulb, and a small flame danced along his wrists, sluggishly creeping toward shoulders. For a brief moment their gazes met in silent agreement. They have no intention of letting her out of here alive. 

She has to move. She has to run away. 

[Y/N] forced her wailing body to stand, sobbing at the slowness of her own movements. Each muscle and each tendon required a separate awakening in order to finally be able to stand on her feet and take the first step. 

A collision with a wall was the last thing she expected. The intrusive sparks leapt from her skin, racing across the metal plate like scared rats, as she hit the ground. The crackle echoed through the building in a low echo, quickly lost in the omnipresent noise. Her entire side was paralyzed with pain, for the moment only mixing with the dull pain from a moment ago. All muscles trembled, busted with excess energy. Only the rumble that seemed to come from herself did not change the rhythm, stubbornly tapping out its deafening melody. Only now did she realize it was the pounding of her own heart stubbornly keeping her alive. 

Her opponents turned incredibly slowly, trying to keep up with her change of place. A woman with 2nd generation straightened her arm, using the flame of her companion, and the fiery arrow bolted towards [Y/N], with difficulty covering every meter. Woman got to her feet once more and forced her legs to jump back, this time relatively controlling the landing. She watched as the missile splattered where she had stood a moment before, gradually turning from an arrow to an oval, then a smaller flame, until completely extinguished. 

She had to move. She had to fight. 

[E/C] eyes flashed as she gathered the sparks and lightning leapt between her hands. Without thinking, she threw the energy against the floor and with joy saw the thunderbolt bouncing off the floor and walls like a wild beast rushing to meet the opponents. Their movements were slow, the distance between the single beats of her heart lasted hours, only the luminous monster raced at a full gallop, knocking off one opponent and hitting the woman right in the chest and throwing her outside the building. 

[Y/N] breathed heavily as the buzzing in her head calmed down to a rain sound and her heartbeat faded. Suddenly time began to run at its usual rhythm. She stared at the last opponent, mentally praying that he would yield and they could each go their own way, but his figure emanated a lust for blood. His forearms caught fire as the fiery bullets shot toward her, smashing the floor where her legs had been a second ago. Following missiles forced her to repeatedly dodging, preventing from focusing energy on her own attack. 

"Just die already!" roared the man, and his flames awakened with double force. The fire cascaded from his shoulders and fell toward her like a tsunami, filling the entire width of the building, giving no room to run. She stared in horror at hell rushing ahead, raising hands up helplessly as the heat hit her face. Her body protected her against electricity, but left vulnerable to the flame. 

The shadows in the room jumped from their places and gathered in front of the woman, taking the shape of a lonely figure. Joker easily took the hit and used his resistance to keep the flames from getting close to her. 

"It's you-" the opponent perked up at the sight of the smoker, but soon four aces slashed his torso and blood splattered on the ground. The inert body fell with a splash in the puddle.  

The building froze in the middle of the rain. Even the storm began to subside as if frightened by the presence of Joker. 

The smoker turned abruptly, the lone card whizzed past [Y/N] and stuck into the corpse on the ground, reassuring the electric guy was indeed dead. The woman did not even flinch, boldly looking at the bared fangs of the lone wolf. A fury she had never seen before burned in his eye as he eagerly sought someone to discharge his anger on, but all their opponents lay dead. He finally looked at her, soothing. 

"You lost pretty girl?" he summoned his usual smirk, only this time barely noticeably nervous. 

"You piece of shiet." [Y/N] gave him a broken look, feeling the adrenaline give way to exhaustion. She wanted to be able to push him away, she wanted to be able to hate him. Instead, she was furious on herself for the relief his mere presence brought. For the time being, however, she had no strength for any emotions. Her shoulders slumped, and a wave of pain ran from the back of her head, down her spine, to the very base of her back. Without a word, she headed for the door, but her legs refused to obey and she just staggered. 

"Dammit!" Joker ran up to her, providing support. Only now could he see the blood trickling down the back of her neck and the scarlet the T-shirt was soaked in. "We gotta get you outta there." 

He looked around, estimating the shortest path, until he finally sighed softly and, trying not to touch the wounded skin, picked the woman up. She immediately pressed her face against his neck, hiding from the world. 

"Close your eyes and don’t puke on me." 

She did as ordered. Her hands clasped around his shirt at the sudden weightlessness, as they fell swallowed by shadows. 

#fight scenes are a pain in the rear end! #joker fire force #fire force joker #joker 52 #joker52 #joker/52 #fire force #fire force x reader #fire force x y/n #fire force x you #fire force x [y/n] #joker enen no shouboutai #enen no shoboutai joker #enen no shouboutai

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The dark protector

I’m always weak for protective Joker, so here you go @sloth-2000​ ! 

Joker x paramedic! Reader

Beginning of relationship

~1100 words

Enjoy!

Rummaging around Nether has its advantages: it provides a minimum daily dose of exercise, you will rarely meet a living soul here, and even if no one will judge you because they will be too busy with their own affairs.

But the biggest advantage was the endless supply of free things, most impossible to acquire on the surface and some even illegal. Everything for free!

[Y/N] twitched nervously at the sharp screech that pierced the stale air. A lone bolt rolled under her feet, and for a moment there was silence again. But then there was another knock and another. And more.

She looked up at the rusty structure towering above her, gradually leaning forward.

Rummaging around Nether has its benefits. Until you disturb the unstable pre-cataclysm structure.

*

All she could do was curl up into a ball and hide her head in arms while the whole underworld collapsed.

The screeching and rumbling clashed in a cacophony bursting her ears as falling structures shook the ground one after another, making her spasms, and each subsequent crash foreshadowed an inevitable death, but keeping her alive for what seemed to be eternity.

Until everything went quiet, there was a silence so deaf she was sure of her own hearing loss. [Y/N] lay motionless, not sure if she was dead. Being crushed by a pile of scrap metal always seemed as a more painful death. Now all she felt was a slight pressure, not even making it difficult to breathe in the dust-soaked air. Or maybe she was buried alive and was about to die slowly by suffocation? And suddenly being crushed was not that bad.

"You freaking moron" grumbled the familiar voice above her ear, and the pressure faded as Joker began to rise.

A painful pulling on cheek lifted her to a sitting position, adding to her confusion. Joker stretching her face prevented from accurately locating herself in the situation, and all she could see was the exit of the corridor, half-buried with collapsed construction, and only a few smaller elements that had not lean on the brick walls now lay scattered around them.

"I couldn't break the railing!" she lisped, still clearly remembering the desperate escape through the metal cage, unable to jump to the sides, surrounded by steel scaffolding. "How did you even get there?!"

[Y/N] clung to his wrist tightly and finally dared to look at him, coming face to face with purple gaze full of emotions she has never seen in it. The suppressed anger hammered her into the ground, depriving of any thoughts.

Now is the time she dies?

The woman didn't even dare to flinch until Joker sighed a few curses quietly and his gaze softened. He wanted to say something, but frowned and reached under the blindfold only to withdraw his hand stained with blood.

[Y/N] finally understood how none of the scrap metal around even touched her. She was fine, because Joker took all the impact on himself.

Instinctively she reached for him, wanting to inspect the cut out of habit, but her hand was locked in an iron grip before reaching the target.

"Don't," Joker said shortly, starting to get up. He didn't need her care, he had learned to deal with injures on his own, and such a scratch was not even worth paying attention to.

"It's easy to get infected here, your face will fall off!" [Y / N] persisted, grabbing his arm and not letting him take the next step.

He turned rapidly ready to snap about her being overdramatic, but he doubted facing not so much relentless as desperate gaze. [E/C] eyes stared at him with broken gaze on the verge of tears.

Just don’t cry, everything but crying.

"Where are we goin’? " Sighed man and hope instantly shone in woman's eyes.

“This is my home! Let’s go!"

Joker rolled his eye, but finally followed, not even thinking about rushing. His back was killing him and he had no intention to speed up.

*

Smoker studied her apartment, spinning lazily on the bar stool by the kitchen island, exactly where she had sat him. A huge terrace window overlooking a small garden provided an almost blinding amount of afternoon light. The couch in the center of the room was littered with scattered pillows and blankets, and an open box of chocolates was left on the table in front of it. The counter at which he was sitting was the border between the living room and a small, surprisingly clean kitchen. Only the refrigerator was covered with a messy army of cards filled with reminders. Shopping list, bills to pay, some phone numbers, work schedule. There was no indication of the tenant's second, underground life, and the cozy interior differed significantly from the harsh climate of his hideout.

Meanwhile, the woman disappeared, only to reappear with a small bag, the contents of which she scattered onto the table. Disinfectants, dressings, swabs, needles, threads, scissors, tongs, anything she could need for all kinds of cuts and gunshot, shallow and deep wounds. The woman pushed another stool next to his.

"You'll have to take your bandana off," ordered woman, sitting down next to him and putting on gloves.

Joker sighed dramatically but obediently untied the black fabric, revealing the left side of his face for the first time. He couldn’t see her nor her reaction. She was surprised? Interested? Disgusted? Thoughts flooded through his head as he forced his body to remain still and act natural.

[Y/N] on the other hand looked at the tense jaw muscles, suddenly realizing her own freedom of being out of his sight. Due to his constant vigilance, she had never dared to examine him closely, but now he could not fault her. She carefully brushed away the hairs in the color of crow feathers, watching in amazement their faint gleam, and tucked them behind his ear, revealing the cut.

He heard her talking to him, but no word reached his mind. All his attention was focused on the gentle strokes of her hand, the breath tickling his cheek, and the accidental rubbing of their knees. He normally avoided other people's touch, and now he caught the urge to lean slightly towards her.

“Come again? I was ignoring you. " He only woke up when she waved her hand in front of his face.

"I said we're done." She leaned in front of him, scanning suspiciously, suddenly unsure if the accident had damaged his perception.

“Are we? I don’t remember getting get well soon kiss. " The smoker did not hide his fake grudge. "This is how you show gratitude for saving a life?"

White teeth flashed in shy smile as she suddenly avoided his gaze, but quickly placed a kiss on his temple, immediately chasing away any pain and bruises and soothing even the oldest of his scars. Who needs drugs when you get kisses like that?

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The storm part 1

Joker x paramedic!reader

Part one of two? three?

warnings: a bit of blood i think

~1 300 words

"What do you think you are doing ?!"

[Y/N] froze with a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other. She looked at Boss still standing in the doorway, then at herself and spread her hands out. "I mowing your lawn as you can see."

The woman glared at her and, surprisingly quickly, limped the distance between them, tearing the bottle from her hand. “You are wasting my most expensive wine. That’s what you are doing. "

"Well, I would have bought one myself, if someone had lent me a well-paid job." [Y/N] hammered grumpy gaze into the woman's back and wedged herself between the couch and the coffee table, pulling closer a plate full of cookies.

"We had this conversation already." The woman stopped jangling bottles in the bar, and the temperature instantly dropped. "Are you here for the money?"

"I don't need the money," muttered [Y/N], stuffing the cookie after another barely chewing. She wasn't thinking much about the sudden change of mood. The elder's nagging used to scare her, but now she had worse problems on her mind. "I need a job."

"Since when do you have free time?" A dark bottle appeared next to the [Y/N]'s glass, admittedly open, but sufficient for bringing a sad smile to her face. Boss, meanwhile, heavily sat down in the chair. "You broke up with your boyfriend or something?"

The silence that followed that joking question seemed heavier than lead. [Y/N] did not answer, too busy pouring herself the first glass, insistently fixing the broken gaze of [E/C] eyes into the wineglass.

"I told you that people from Nether are a specific kind and loving them is wrong ide-"

"Guys from surface aren't any better either, and we both know it!" snapped [Y/N], interrupting. She tried to give her a hard look, but tears slowly gathered in her eyes, so she focused on the wine. "He disappeared."

Boss watched her closely, suddenly feeling that the same young girl she had found years ago after running away from home, lonely and lost, was sitting in front of her. "Could he be dead?"

"No." The answer [Y/N] seemed cemented with unwavering confidence, but with the very next breath her shoulders dropped. "At least, that’s what I want to believe."

"Would you rather believe that he is avoiding you than that death did you part?" The woman was surprised.

“We had an argument and I think he just stopped caring. I mean,” she twirled the scarlet liquid and finished the lamp, choosing her words. “Maybe for him it was just a game? The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that I took it too seriously. Which doesn't mean I wants something to happen to him. I just want my thoughts to shut up at last. " She put the bottle's neck to the glass, but suddenly froze, losing her appetite for alcohol. Instead, she put the bottle down next to it and looked at the woman. “That’s why I want to get busy. To forget. It's stop caring too. "

“I will let you work with me,” the woman placed her hand on her left knee, instantly extinguishing the glimmer of hope in [Y/N]'s eyes. "When my leg grows back."

The younger one let out a long sigh, leaning heavily on the couch behind her. She was disappointed but not surprised. Losing a leg was clear evidence that it didn't matter how long you worked at Nether or how many relationships you make. No one who ventures there is a righteous man, and the expectation that contracts will be fair only works against you. Back then, the loss of a leg was actually the lower price Boss has to pay back then.

It was hard for her to know exactly what Boss was dealing with. Somehow, she made contact with underground people and offered to treat suspected wounds and save lives almost lost in underground skirmishes in exchange for anything of value. It could be both money and information. She herself acted as an intermediary between the surface and Nether, covering up the magically vanishing supplies of bandages and medications, keeping the cash registers always filled with equivalent worth in money. Her activity probably went even further than she had ever told the girl, but it was definitely nothing legal. On the other hand, she was the one who provided [Y/N] with everything she needed when she found Joker bleeding in the hideout.

[Y/N] waved her hand, sparing herself further pleas, and started to get up. She already owed Boss everything she had and the rest was forbidden for her own good.

The problem was that [Y/N] gradually stopped taking care of her own welfare.

She took her things, thanked for the alcohol and left the residence, saying goodbye to the security at the gate. Outside, a gloomy sky greeted her, perfectly matching her own mood. She walked sadly towards the bus stop, ignoring the people sneaking by, way more concerned by the sky than she was. The first drops that fell on her shoulders immediately turned into a downpour, effectively emptying the street. [Y/N] hid under the plastic box of the bus stop and watched the sharp wind smashing the raindrops into the transparent walls, heralding a storm.

The memory of their last quarrel echoed in her mind, wondering for the thousandth time if she hadn't said what she had, the whole situation would have been different. She had never taken discussions with Joker seriously before, but this time the silence was downright dead and unusually long.

She cast an indifferent glance behind her at the sound of the footsteps of another soaked passerby. She took a step to the side, making a place for the stranger under the roof, but he did not slow down, marching straight at her. She doesn't remember exactly what happened, her powers usually didn't fail to electrocute any unwanted touch, but not this time. One moment the foreign hand tightened around her throat, and the next the world darkened.

*

"If you want to kill me, then do it properly." Joker crushed his opponent into the ground for the one last time and, making sure that he would no longer be able to stand up, walked away, grimacing at the tear in his shoulder. The wound didn't want to heal in ages, but maybe it was just a matter of him being spoiled by [Y/N] care and magical medication that made heal all his wounds in a flash.

He was literally in the worst possible mood for miserable skirmishes with youngsters who apparently had water for brains. He pulled another cigarette from his already slim supply, clearly illustrating how long he had been away from home. Plus, that damn sense of emptiness that seems to suck him in. This is the mythical longing?

After their last meeting, he didn't have time to let her know he would have to disappear for a while before shiet hit the fan and any contact involved jeopardizing her. He'd learned to hide any connections with people he cared about the first time. Staying away from home until things settled quiet again, or until he killed everyone who posed a temporary threat was way better option.

He smiled weakly at the thought that soon he would be able to come back and tell [Y/N] all the stories.

"The woman..." the young man gasped, spitting blood. "We have your woman."

“Mine? Don’t remember owning any." Smoker stopped and scratched his chin, pretending to think. The cigarette smoke curved into a question mark.

"Do what I say and maybe we'll spare her." The youngster laboriously rose on his hands and spat the rest of the blood, not fooled. He looked up maliciously, but Joker was no longer there. Instead, someone's overwhelming presence materialized above him, spreading the icy breath of death. An iron grip grabbed his throat, instantly cutting off the blood and oxygen, and lifted him to a purple eye that seemed to burn his soul away.

"Child, you are in no place to order me around," growled Joker, and above them the first thunderstorms rang out.

#me: whinies about lack of joker fics #also me the very next day: fine i'll do it myself #i don't remember the last time i had such hard time with coming up with title #very oryginal as you can see #can barrely see #let alone read #have no idea how grammar works anymoer #really wanted to post it #let's just hope it won't be shiet when i come back in the morning #joker fire force #fire force joker #joker 52 #joker/52 #joker52 #joker enen no shouboutai #enen no shoboutai joker #fire force #fire force x you #fire force x reader #fire force x y/n #fire force x [Y/N] #enen no shouboutai #en en no shōbōtai

[never-enough-fanfiction]

I’m not sick

Happy november everyone.

Joker x f!reader

400 words

[Y/N] watched tensely as her boyfriend's head falls millimeter by millimeter from his hand to finally slide down and almost crash into the counter top. It was the third time in the last quarter of an hour that Joker had fallen asleep probably against his will.

"Hey," she muttered softly to make sure he was aware of her presence and pressed her palm against his forehead. The reddened eye stared at her, narrowed, not quite in touch with what she was doing. "Are you sick?"

"No, just tired." The answer came quickly and automatically, but it lacked any conviction.

"Okay." [Y / N] shrugged and turned to turn on the water kettle. Only the soft murmur of the device filled the room, at least until that little earthquake caused by Joker's sneeze.

"I am not sick." snarled the one-eyed seeing her raised eyebrow.

"But I'm not saying anything." She raised her hands in an innocent gesture and poured powder from a small bag found in the cupboard into a cup full of boiling water. "But if you don't want to be, then drink it."

She set the steaming mug in front of him. A quiet clink was enough to make the man flinch. He looked at the vessel suspiciously to finally loudly take a small sip.

"Bitter."

“So are you. Finish it and I will see you in bed. "

"I am NOT sick!" He straightened abruptly and regretted it immediately as the whole world swirled in front of his eyes.

“Since when you refuse to being lazy all day in bed? Your brain already cooked or what? "

Joker rolled his eye, which was also not a good idea as a spasm of migraine pierced his entire right temple all the way to the brain and rose from the bar stool. "You ain't going?" asked, seeing the woman rummaging through the refrigerator.

"Your body need something warm to fight back, wanna ramen?" she pulled the necessary ingredients onto the counter.

"No cuddles ?!" There was a hint of despair in his hoarse voice.

“No cuddles until you stop sneezing at me. Now bed you go. "

"What a bulls-"

"Love you too."

[Y/N] carefully placed the steaming bowl  on the nightstand and re-examined the forehead of her clearly grumpy boyfriend.

"Need anything else?"

The purple gaze glowing reproachfully in the darkened room slowly moved from her to the nearby windowsill and the device left on it.

"Can't reach my phone."

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[never-enough-fanfiction]

Is there like no Joker x reader SFW stories whatsoever or it’s just me using the wrong tags?

#anybody any recomendation? #what tags do you use? #do you know any blogs that deserve recognition? #I just want to read some silly stories with my fav character #is it too much to ask for? #even AO3 is empty #joker fire froce #fire force joker #joker enen no shouboutai #enen no shoboutai joker #joker52 #joker 52 #joker/52 #fire force #enen no shouboutai