#fire brigade of flames joker

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

I was listening to music again and another little story wrote itself. I may just start a whole series of these, a little simp jukebox if you will.

Anyway, here's a cute little Joker thing. Please forgive any errors, it's currently 4:30 in the morning and I've been up with a 6 month old since 7:30 yesterday morning. I hope it came out okay!

Under the cut because loong

Joker/52

There Goes My Baby

Here he goes, lurking in the shadows like a creep again. Typical.

A single sharp eye followed you, hopping rooftop to rooftop, skirting landings, sifting through crowds and propping himself anonymously just close enough. Something about it felt wrong. Everything about it felt compulsory.

It was his own stupid fault. You got too close to him, he told himself. You'd only get burned, figuratively if not literally. So the only thing to do about it was hurt you, push you away. Leave you. Which he had every intention of doing. Walk away and don't look back. He'd done it plenty of times before. It wasn't hard.

Except with you it was. Painfully so.

The first couple weeks he didn't see you out much, to his private dismay. And then he did - and somehow that was worse. This whole thing was unexpected and uncomfortable.

Every few paces you ran into someone - had a conversation, shared a hug, a smile and a quick hello. Some walked with you, some you seemed eager to part. You paid them an acceptable amount of attention. Not too much. Clearly casual. Nothing threatening.

Until there was.

A man you'd hugged enthusiastically the first time he saw you together. A man who walked with you often, frequently touched you, made you laugh and lingered long enough to make him grit his teeth. Walk away, he'd growled under his breath.

He had no right to these territorial feelings, he knew that. He didn't want them. He chose this.

Yet there he was. Watching you from afar, yet again, day after day.

Compulsory.

It became unbearable. Panic bubbled in his chest.

Was it a mistake?

It was late evening and you met this man on the sidewalk, walking… where? Was this...?

A date?

The feeling was unbearable. He had to plant his feet to stop himself from hopping down in front of you.

You walked with this man - too close, he thought - your giggles floating to him on the breeze, conversation too far to hear but the happiness in your voice clear even from afar.

Guilt gripped him. You were supposed to move on. That was the point.

Wasn't it?

With a flick of his lighter and a slow drag from his cigarette he disobeyed every instinct screaming at him and turned heel, hands in his pockets strolling away from you. This whole endeavor foolish. Why torment himself like this?

But it followed him, that sinking, anxious feeling. Around every corner, through every group of unfamiliar faces, down into the nether, up to the rooftops. He couldn't escape it.

So he found himself one night jimmying the lock on your window, expertly opening it from the fire escape. Ironic.

Still not home. The apartment was dark, empty, lonely. He fussed with knick-knacks, picked up photos you had sprinkled around and examined them, stole a couple snacks from your fridge and sat on your couch to enjoy them. Minutes turned into hours and he sat, waiting impatiently, cigarette after cigarette.

Midnight.

What was he doing? What would he even say? I don't want you, but I don't want anyone else to want you either? I'm not safe to care about, but don't care about anyone else? What if that guy came back with her?

His stomach turned.

Keys jingled outside the door, the scrape and click of the lock releasing. You were back.

He stood, brushing crumbs from his lap, and snuffed out his umpteenth cigarette. His heart was racing. His heart never raced, not for a very long time. What was wrong with him?

You swept into the apartment, dropped your keys into the bowl next to the door and flung your jacket onto the closest chair. You pulled the tie from your hair and shook it down, letting out a contented sigh. Home at last.

"Hot date tonight, huh?"

You jumped and flung the only thing in your hands at him: your hair tie. He chuckled, grin wide as you flipped the light switch and exposed him standing awkwardly in your living room.

"Are you fucking for real?"

You were mad. That was one of the many scenarios he's gone over in his head. It was also the one he was least sure how to handle.

"What the hell, Jo? What the actual hell is wrong with you? You tell me you don't want me, I was fun for a while but not what you want. Now you're, what, stalking me? What do you want from me?"

I don't know, he thought, I just can't stop.

"I don't know," he said quietly, grin falling, unsure what else to do but be honest. You stared at him for a minute, waiting for an elaboration that never came.

"Please figure it the fuck out. I can't keep doing this."

He sighed with you, exasperated with himself. What could he say? His heartbeat was roaring in his ears. He felt uncomfortably exposed. Vulnerability was not his thing.

"I don't want you to get hurt," he confessed. You stared at him again, incredulous.

"What do you think you're doing to me right now?"

He almost winced. "Yeah. Of course I am. That’s what I do."

You softened a little seeing him struggle. "You didn't until you pushed me away. In fact, you did the opposite."

"But I would have. One way or another you'd always get hurt."

You rolled your eyes. "So you claim. But in the months we were seeing each other it didn't happen until you made it happen. You manifested your own fear."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, head hung low, looking every part the scolded child. "I'm a dangerous man. You shouldn't trust me."

"Then why get involved with me in the first place?"

"It was a good time."

"Oh, we're back to that again? Just in it for the fun?"

He groaned, head falling back in frustration. "At first, yeah. Then... I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wanted to see you as much as possible."

"... okay?"

"I'm not somebody who should be seen visiting you. It was too dangerous."

"And you think I could get hurt," you finished with a heavy sigh. "Why not tell me this instead of cutting me on the way out?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "I thought it would be a clean break. You'd hate me and I'd walk away free."

You pushed back the sting of the truth. "So what's changed?"

"Nothing. That's the problem. I still can't stop thinking about you. This is... new."

You swallowed against the flood in your chest. "I don't know what to tell you."

"I don't know what I want to hear."

"I don't either, Jo. This... I really cared about you. I was trying to move on. Why are you here? Now? What is it you want from me?"

He took a step toward you nervously, hands still in his pockets. "Honestly?"

"Yes! Of course!"

"Everything."

That one single word and the gravel and sincerity with which he said it caught you off guard. Your stomach flipped, butterflies erupting despite your efforts.

"What does that mean?" you almost whispered.

"I don't want you to get hurt. I also don't want to lose you. I don't know what to do."

"Protect me. Be honest with me."

"What if I cant?"

"Be honest with me?"

"Protect you. You don't understand what being close to me means."

"Okay, tell me then. Show me, teach me. I don't know, help me understand."

He took a few more steps until he was in front of you, looking down at you, a sad aura about him. "You don't know what you're asking."

"Then tell me. Do you not trust me?"

He stroked the back of his fingers across your cheekbone, brushed your hair behind your ears. You sighed softly, your heart thundering. "You’ve never given me a reason not to.”

"Then let me in," you pleaded. "The way I see it you have two options. Walk away from me right now and never come back, or tell me what I need to know and we can figure out a plan."

He smiled dolefully down at you, taking your chin in his fingers, not especially happy with either option. "I... can't walk away from you."

"Then you know what you have to do."

"It's late. You should rest."

"I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow."

"I can come back tomorrow..."

"How do I know you will? Tell me tonight. At least something?"

He hesitated but ultimately acquiesced, sitting with you on the couch for hours confessing his sins, laying all the ugly truth out for you to do with what you would. You listened quietly, trying not to show your shock and dismay at his story, until the two of you fell asleep tangled up together.

By the break of dawn his fate had changed. You were in it whether you understood what it was or not, and he struggled with a foreign, agonizing feeling of vulnerability and fear. But it was far less unbearable than watching you move on.

He didn't have to be alone anymore.

[never-enough-fanfiction]

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.

[kerrigan0]

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【Fire Brigade of Flames】

[never-enough-fanfiction]

YEEEEEEEEES!!!!!

GUYS I WAS SO SCARED KAY MAY BE TOO BUSSY TO WRITE FOR JOKER! now I'm a little ashamed that I doubted her

GO! send your requests so we can celebrate!

Joker's birthday is coming up on June 14th so I'm currently taking fanfiction requests for him to celebrate! Please be sure to check out my pinned post before sending in asks! ♡

[kuruisu]

enen no shouboutai: ni no shou · 12: shadows cast by divine light

"Game hell, you idiot. You know I didn't come here to play. This is a deathmatch. The lone wolf driven from the pack has been sharpening his fangs to claim the head of the hated alpha. I am always alone. 52...With a deck of 52 cards, I will take your life."

[reikiwie-art]

mad scientist & mad assassin  😈

[you-tolkien-to-me]

Fire Force Imagine:

I’ve watched Fire Force ever since it came out! Why didn’t I didn’t think of the sooner!! xD

Imagine being or having the power of the Phoenix.

Fire Ability: Phoenix.

The user with this ability either is or can transform into a phoenix, a mythical, sacred fire-bird that symbolizes rebirth, immortality, and renewal.

Phoenixes are described as birds with colorful plumage and a tail of gold and scarlet (or, according to some legends, purple, blue, and green).

You can transform into a large, blue-flamed phoenix.

You can take flight in both full phoenix and hybrid forms, and control over the latter form is such that you can isolate it to specific body parts, e.g. transforming just your arms into wings to fly, and your feet into bird legs/slashing talons as necessary.

The greatest aspect of your ability is that you can freely conjure forth your "Blue Flames of Resurrection" from any part of your body (even without actually shapeshifting) and, by enveloping yourself in those flames, rapidly self-regenerate from almost any physical damage you receive like a phoenix being reborn. 

No matter what injury you are dealt, you can recover by flame.

You are also able to heal other with your ability.

Examples of power ---> (Click me!) (Click me!) (Click me!)

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(Picture goes to it’s rightful owner.)

(Picture goes to it’s rightful owner.)

I don’t own anything but the imagine part :P

[never-enough-fanfiction]

Look at this cutie!

Great artwork author!

Joker from Fire Force

[wizardingmockingjayintheimpala]

Yes. Every single character on fire force needs to go to therapy and you can't convince me otherwise.

[ultimate-cinephile]

I absolutely loved your Joker fluff alphabet! I would love to read about him finally getting the light he deserves and (maybe accidentally, whoops) starting a family with the girl he loves 💕

Alright, family man! joker, comin right up!

sorry this is so late btw, Christmas happened

without any furthur disruptions, I present to you-

Dad! Joker Headcanons

First things first, as I said in the Fluff Alphabet, Joker would have to be 100% certain that nothing would be able to hurt you before you ever had kids.

But surprise, surprise, you got pregnant.

You wound up having a beautiful baby girl with his hair and your eyes. Joker insisted on the name, Hikari, which means light in Japanese (at least according to Google Translate. please don't come after me if it's wrong).

Joker loves her to death.

To think that pretty much the entire time you were pregnant, he was freaking out, and the second he saw her, you had to remind him that babies needed air too before he accidentally smothered her.

He would do anything for her and for you.

Sol help the person who hurts either of you.

But as they say, the past has funny way of catching up with us.

And honey, Joker's got a big storm coming.

Lord in Heaven, I actually am going to need to make a protective dad! Joker one-shot aren't I?

MOVING ON BEFORE I FIND INSPIRATION

Once Hikari gets a little older, I can totally see the three of you watching Disney movies every Friday night for a family movie night ordeal.

Joker's a little freaked out at how you seem to know the lyrics to every single movie.

So far Hikari really seems to favor the Hunchback of Notre Dame (kid's got taste, I'll give her that), which is a l i t t l e worrisome, but she's only 4. It's not like she knows what it's about.

As soon as he's able, Joker definitely teaches her how to fight because in his absence, he wants his baby girl to defend herself.

Joker is insistent on protecting the both of you. So it's up to you to remind him that he has limits too and to make sure that he doesn't go past them.

He's incredibly soft for the two of you. You make his world a little less dismal and he would like to keep you around as long as possible.

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

Got another one!

It's this prompt list by @maiikawriter. I thought it was cute and might be a good re-opening list! Beware it is a mix of SFW and NSFW prompts.

As we all know I have my favs (who mee?), but I'm open to requests for all characters 18+! Pick a number or two, your favorite character and send it my way.

(Disclaimer: I'm working on rewatching the series after a couple years away so I'll do the best I can!)

Prompt List of Firsts:

ANGST

1. first breakup

2. first loss

3. first betrayal

4. first discovery of a lie

5. first rejection

6. first abandonment

7. first accusation

SMUT

8. first time

9. first climax

10. first time with feelings

11. first exploration of kink

12. first confession of kink

13. first oral

14. first time watching partner climax

HUMOR

15. first argument

16. first time getting lost

17. first awkward moment

18. first time admitting to being wrong

19. first apology

20. first mistake

21. first lie

If these don't spark joy I also have a few others still open:

• SFW Alphabet• NSFW Alphabet• 50 NSFW Dialogue Prompts

[never-enough-fanfiction]

Random HC #16

If, for whatever reason, a kid ask Joker where babies come from, he will gladly tell them the most traumatizing lie he can come up with.

[shinrakusakabe]

❌Benimaru & Joker🃏

⚠️Fire Force  Season 2 Ep 12 SPOILERS  ⚠️

Beni fighting is just fire

[thanxxx-for-nothing]

Anime VS Manga

I just... 🖤💜🖤💜

[aaamike]

I love these two...

[benimaru-shinmon]

Fire Force Season 2 - New Key Visual