#smile precure + gn reader

[baileypie-writes]

A new request for Joker and Pierrots kid :3

What if pierrots kid wants a pet of some kind, how would Joker react? Especially if the pet doesn't seem to like Joker at all lol

And would Pierrots kid wanna show off the pet to the Precure? (The pet is probably a cat, fox, etc. Idk I'm really tired this morning)

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Joker When Pierrot’s Kid Wants a Pet~

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 333

Warnings: Mentions of the pet being aggressive

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

~ As the right hand man of your father, and your temporary guardian, it’s Joker’s duty to supply you with whatever your heart desires. There are very few things he’d say no to. This is not only to avoid making you upset, but to avoid making your father upset as well.

~ So when you asked for a pet, he didn’t think twice about getting you one. There were no limits to what animal it could be either. A cat or dog? Easy. Maybe you want something more exotic? He’ll make sure the animal has what it needs to survive. Want a fantasy creature? Märchenland has plenty of those!

~ Joker couldn’t care less if you want to do the caretaking or not. He’ll just get one of the Bad End Trio to do it. Just one threat of upsetting you or Pierrot is enough to get them working.

~ He would take it upon himself to train the animal, though. What can he say, he loves tricks! But he wouldn’t just teach them cute jumps or rolls. He’d also teach them ways to protect you. Though, since he needed examples, he may or may not have “accidentally” taught your pet to attack Wolfrun on sight.

~ He’s not really an animal person himself. So whether or not your pet likes him is irrelevant to him. It’s just a little inconvenient to have to deal with any potential aggression, but he’ll live.

~ Wanna show off your pet to the Pretty Cure? Go right ahead! Joker’s all for showing superiority! It’s even better if your pet’s super intimidating or scary looking. That increases the Pretty Cure’s chance of staying away from you. So that extra layer of safety is reassuring to him.

~ All in all, he’s content with the new addition to the team. Big or small, cute or creepy, as long as it makes you happy, that’s good enough for him. Besides, every royal child deserves their very own pet sidekick!

Dividers by: @k1ssyoursister

~~baileypie-writes

[free-hcs-and-fics]

Intro!~

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lumberjanes

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superkitties

thousand autumns

wildward

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Reincarnated as an Unruly Heir

cinderella boy

magic school girl: spare no villains

moon dark smile

glitter force/ smile precure

romantic killer

lost song

[baileypie-writes]

Can you write something platonic with Joker? Like, idk, maybe Joker taking care of the reader? (Inspired by a Cai bot by AVeryTiredCatBoi and also an earlier post of yours about reader being the kid of Pierrot (idk if I spelled that right))

There's a lot of romance with him, maybe it's time for something platonic! :3 /nfaa

—wisp/smoke anon

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Rest Up~

Joker + Pierrot’s Kid!Reader

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral(they/them pronouns), Pierrot’s kid

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 758

Synopsis: Joker is your temporary guardian while your father’s not present. So he follows his duty of taking care of you when you’re sick.

Warnings: Kinda short

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

As the sort of “right hand man” to Pierrot, Joker is expected to watch over and care for his child while he is still dormant. While he doesn’t enjoy those on the younger side, Joker actually grew rather fond of you. You’re truly your father’s child. You have a love for the dark and sadistic, and wish to give the world a bad end. And, to Joker’s delight, you also are quite mischievous. So while he was only acting as a caretaker to please Pierrot at first, he grew to genuinely care about you.

~~~~

Joker strutted up to your room, figuring that you had slept in long enough. Though it’s always dark in the Bad End Kingdom, it was around eleven in the morning. He usually lets you sleep in, but this time, he had something to discuss with you.

“(name)? Are you up?” He asked, knocking on your door with the knuckle of his pointer finger. After hearing no response from you, he let himself in. “(name), I know you like your beauty sleep, but I have something to discuss with you.”

A low groan could be heard from under the mountain of blankets and pillows on your bed. Joker sighed, figuring that you were just being difficult. He walked over, and whipped everything away, exposing you to the cold.

The moment the warm plushness was removed, you curled up, shivering. That was odd, considering that when he did that, you’d normally be yelling at him. That’s when he noticed how awful you looked. You were noticeably more pale, with flushed cheeks. It looked like you were not happy to be existing at all.

“What’s the matter? You don’t look good.” He asked playfully. But he quickly realized that it was much more serious. Instead of giving him a normal response, you simply groaned again. It sounded nasally and scratchy. With a hum, he placed a hand on your forehead to confirm his suspicion. He was correct. You had a fever.

“Hm. I’ll be back in a bit. I’d tell you to stay put, but I know you’re not going anywhere.” Without waiting for a response from you, he disappeared with a flurry of cards.

Just a few minutes later, he reappeared in the same fashion. In his hand was a bottle of cold medicine and a small spoon. “Sit up.” He said while pouring the sticky liquid into it.

You obeyed, but not without small, bothered groans. “Did you get that from Majorina?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

“Goodness, no! I got this from the human realm. I didn’t want to risk you turning into a frog, or something of the sort. You know how that old witch is with her experiments.” He chuckled.

You laughed a bit too. Joker then gently raised the spoon to your lips. Reluctantly, you downed the bitter syrup. Afterwards, you made an exaggerated face of disgust.

“You’ll be fine. Imagine what it would’ve tasted like if Majorina made it.” Joker said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You sighed. You began rearranging your blankets and pillows to where they were before being moved. Joker helped you, tucking you back in as he did.

“What did you need to tell me?” You asked as the last pillow was placed.

“Oh, yes.” He said, remembering. “While it’s been a bit slow, your father is on the right track of being revived!” He patted your head, clearly happy for you.

“Really? Yay! I can’t wait to see him!” You quickly sat up due to your excitement.

Joker chuckled, before gently pushing you back down. “Careful. I know you’re happy, but don’t push yourself.”

Once you were all settled, he made his way out of your room. “Make sure to rest up. You’ll wanna be in your best shape for when your father returns.” After getting a nod from you, he closed the door behind him.

He let out a sigh as he made his way back. He didn’t expect to have to take care of a sick kid today, but he guessed it couldn’t be helped. Besides, if he had to be around any sick kid, he’d pick no one else but you; the only kid he enjoys the company of.

He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been enjoying being your temporary guardian. You were a fun child. So while he couldn’t wait for his master to return, he could definitely bear having to care for you for a bit longer. Friendship way not be his thing, but you’re definitely an exception.

Dividers by dollywons

~~baileypie-writes

[baileypie-writes]

Hello I’ve been kinda nervous to request but I wanted to do A precure request soo

Not A big idea but how about plantonic headcanons for smile precure Reika & GN!Reader where they were apart of student council and are close but one day saw her in danger and in the heat of the moment became A precure as well (aka becoming the mid season cure of Smile) and how she would react to it (maybe add in the age that reader is naturally good at it like her and more serious and sorry if this is a lot)

A/N ~ Sure! This is such a cute idea! Hope you enjoy!

~Becoming a Pretty Cure and Saving Reika Headcanons~

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Characters Included: Reika Aoki/Cure Beauty

Genre: Fluff? Idk

Word Count: 630

Warnings: Very minor and un-detailed violence, kinda rushed

~Masterlist~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

~ Both being part of the student council, you and Reika had become great friends. She was so kind and humble, definitely someone you strived to be. You wished you could hang out with her more, but whenever she’s not working on the school council, she’s with her friend group. They looked like such cool people. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit jealous.

~ Anyway, you just lived on, doing your school council work. Though one day, something odd occurred. Out of nowhere, you felt a sudden aura of despair, and ended up on the ground. You felt like you weren’t good enough, and that nothing was worth trying. But a familiar voice snapped you out of it.

~ You heard Reika. When you looked up, you saw a mysterious blue girl fighting some big monster, along with other girls. Though she looked different, you could tell it was Reika. She had the same cool, calm spirit. And she fought so gracefully, there was no way it wasn’t her.

~ Suddenly, the monster landed a huge blow, knocking all the girls down. You gasped, and instinctively yelled for your school council president. She turned to you, and gave you an attempt of a reassuring smile. But you could tell she wasn’t able to get back up.

~ You felt a wave of both determination and rage wash over you. With some struggle, you managed to stand up. You yelled at the monster and his wolf-like master for hurting Reika and her teammates. You expressed that even though they were strong, you’d be willing to fight for them.

~ A bright light emitted from your body, sending you into a strange, bright, room-like place. A compact appeared in front of you, as well as a weird yellow and white lamb thing. It spoke in a light pitched voice, ending each sentence with “~kuru”. It told you to put something called a “Cure Decor” into the compact. And while you didn’t quite understand what was going on, you obeyed.

~ You inserted the Decor into the compact, and a powder puff shot out in front of you. Instinctively, you took hold of it, and began dabbing the powder onto your body. With each application, you transformed. Your clothes and hair changed into something reminiscent of what Reika and the others were wearing, though more unique. Once your new form was complete, you yelled out a strange phrase, followed by your new name, “Cure (name)”.

~ You admired your new look, as did as the girls. The villain expressed pure rage and confusion of their being another Pretty Cure. Being reminded of your goal, you leapt at the monster. Being unprepared, you successfully hit it, knocking it to the ground. You didn’t give it a chance to get up, hitting it again. You were a natural. A feeling of power and spirit overcame you, and your Smile Pact began to glow. The fairy, Candy, told you to use your power, so that’s just what you did. A magic aura blazed from your fingertips, and you shot it right at the monster, completely obliterating it.

~ The wolf yelled in frustration, and disappeared. But you didn’t pay him any attention. The moment the monster was gone, you made your way over to Reika. Helping her up, you asked if she was okay. She said she was fine, thanked you, and that she was so happy for you. She also said that she was excited that you were able to become a Pretty Cure. All the other girls came over, and expressed their amazement for you and your power. And while you still didn’t quite understand what was going on, you were happy that you finally got what you wanted. Being closer with Reika, and getting to know her friends.

Dividers by @dollywons

~~baileypie-writes

[baileypie-writes]

Heyo, I was wondering if maybe you can do a continuation of the ones hot you made of Joker with Pierrots kid? Like, if they became friends with the Pretty Cures, how would he react? Or just any other thoughts you might have about the relationship between them

Headcannons or a oneshit is fine either way! Just do what you're comfortable with

—🍅anon

A/N ~ Sure! I went with headcanons. Also, I made about half just general platonic headcanons, and the other half about Reader becoming friends with the Pretty Cure. Hope you enjoy!

~Joker With Pierrot’s Kid!Reader Platonic Headcanons~

~~~🃏~~~🃏~~~🃏~~~

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Characters Included: Joker

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 385

Warnings: Joker fearing for his life

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

~~~🃏~~~🃏~~~🃏~~~

~ No matter what your personality is, just being Pierrot’s kid automatically makes Joker treat you with the utmost respect. He wouldn’t be caught dead disrespecting the child of his master. So whether you’re the nicest or rudest person he’s met, you won’t get any backlash from him.

~ Along with that, he takes it upon himself to entertain you. I mean, he is a jester after all. No matter your sense of humor, he will find ways to make you laugh. He knows it must be upsetting for your father to be in a deep slumber at the moment, so he wants to keep your spirits up!

~ Wolfrun, Akaoni and Majorina are always on their best behavior around you. And it’s not because they choose to be. Yes, they are intimidated by you, with you being their boss’s child and all. But Joker makes sure to train them to be respectful and polite while in your presence. And none of them want to know what’ll happen if they slip up.

~ Joker doesn’t like you visiting Earth. He doesn’t want you to be negatively influenced by what goes on down there. Specifically, he doesn’t want you to be influenced by the Pretty Cure. He knows how powerful they are, so if you’re not careful, you could be purified, or worse.

~ So you can imagine the horror he felt when he found out you’d befriended the Pretty Cure. He tried keeping his cool, but the more you refused to cut ties with them, the more he began feeling genuinely scared. Considering who your father is, he knows his life is on the line. If your father woke up to find out you’re buddies with the Pretty Cure, Joker knows what could happen. But in the end, there was nothing he could do.

~ So a compromise was made. You would be allowed to remain friends with the Pretty Cure. However, if you began to even think about turning good, you’d be forbidden from seeing them ever again. And that’s how it’s been ever since.

~ Luckily, that situation hasn’t put much of a damper on you and Joker’s relationship. He’s still the goofy caregiver he’s always been. But little do you know, while you’re away with your friends, he’s keeping an eye on you. He just wants to make sure you’re safe.

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~~baileypie-writes

[baileypie-writes]

Got something! How about… reader (either gender is fine) tries to get Reika into video gaming? Reader is a big video game nerd and owns lots of gaming merch, such as consoles, posters, plushes, all sorts of stuff! Then Reader has an idea and decides to get Reika into video gaming! - starting with a 2-for-1 sale (like they got two game systems for the price of one)! And then Reika becomes a gamer girl hahah

Yeah idk where I’m going with this- (also it’s platonic + you don’t have to do this if you want lel)

A/N ~ Sure! I chose Minecraft as the game, because I figured everyone knows it. But it’s referred to as ‘Blockbuild’ in the fic haha. Hope you enjoy!

~Blockbuild~

Reika Aoki + GN!Gamer!Reader

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,219

Synopsis: You decided to try to get Reika into gaming. Little did you know, she’d get super into it, and start progressing at a very fast rate.

Warnings: None!(unless you don’t like Minecraft)

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

While you adored your friend, Reika, there’s a significant difference in your hobbies. She likes archery and calligraphy, while you like video games. And not only that, but Reika doesn’t understand technology nearly as much as you. Her family is pretty traditional, so they don’t really own a lot of devices. So Reika is always a bit confused when you’re talking about the consoles you own and the games you play. You’ve been wanting to find a way to introduce her to your interest, but didn’t know how.

However, things ended up paying in your favor! A local video game store had a great deal of selling an older console along with the newer console, all for the price of one! You couldn’t resist it, so you caved. At first, you didn’t know what to do with the older one. But you realized it was the perfect opportunity to get Reika into gaming!

~~~~

“Alright, it’s all set up.” You told Reika. The system was hooked up to a small television on the floor, which was rarely used. So it was perfect for playing video games.

“Okay. I’m not quite sure how to do this, though.” She said, clearly a bit nervous.

“That’s fine! I’ll teach you!” You replied excitedly. “I even have a game you could start with.” You pulled it out, and handed it to her.

“‘Blockbuild’?” She said, reading the title. She then flipped the case to the back, and began reading about the game. “I believe I’ve heard of this before.”

“Well it is one of the most popular games in the world.” You chuckled. “Basically, everything’s made out of blocks. You build, mine, craft and explore. It’s really fun!”

“I see.” She smiled softly. “Well then, I guess I’ll try it. So, how do you work this?” She gestured over to the console.

You rushed over in excitement, and happily showed her.

~~~~

That day was the most fun you’ve had in a long while. Reika was a clumsy player at first. She didn’t know all the controls, but she’s always been a quick learner. So she got over the hurdles with no issues. She’s a very smart player as well. Strategies are quickly made, and they’re very effective. She’s also very organized. She keeps everything she acquires, and stores the items in sorted chests.

Just within a few hours of playing, she got pretty far. She managed to find a village, get plenty of materials and build her first house. It was clear she had a lot of fun, and so did you.

You snapped out of your thoughts once you realized you had reached Reika’s house. She had asked you to come over to give her more instructions and advice on the game. You rang the doorbell, and waited. But to your surprise, Reika’s mother answered.

“Hello, (name).” She greeted kindly.

“Hi Mrs. Aoki. Where’s Reika?” You asked, confused as to why it wasn’t her who was greeting you.

“She’s in her room, I’m assuming playing that game.” Mrs. Aoki chuckled. “She’s been spending quite a lot of time on it. I haven’t seen her this interested in something in a long time. In fact, I can’t remember the last time she’s had a new hobby.”

“Oh wow, really?” You laughed. “I didn’t think she’d be that hooked.”

“Yes. But I’m glad she shares an interest with a friend.” She smiled at you. “Anyways, why don’t I take you to her room?”

“Okay! Thank you!”

~~~~

Upon reaching Reika’s bedroom door, it was completely silent. That was normal, but you assumed that you’d hear some form of video game sound effects or exclamations coming from her. But you figured Reika wasn’t the type to yell over a game, so you quickly brushed it off.

Her mother knocked three times on the door. “Reika, (name)’s here.”

“Oh, come in!” She responded. You were slightly taken aback by this, as she always opened the door for you. But you laughed it off, knowing she was too absorbed in her game.

After waving Mrs. Aoki goodbye, you entered Reika’s room. She was planted on a cushion in front of the TV, controller in her hands. She was fully focused, yet she still kept her perfect posture.

“Hey!” You greeted.

Reika paused the game, and turned to you. “Hello (name). Sorry, I was just so focused.” She laughed, embarrassed.

“Haha, that’s okay. I know what that’s like.” You assured her.

She hummed, then gestured to the cushion that was placed next to her. “Feel free to sit down.”

“Okay, thanks!” You said, and plopped down on the soft pillow. “So, what’ve you got to show me?” You fiddled with your hands in anticipation.

“Oh, yes.” Reika replied, unpausing the game. “I’ve upgraded my house. It took a while to craft and build everything, but it was very fun. And I think it looks pretty good too.”

Her character shifted to show the aforementioned house, and your jaw dropped.

It was possibly one of the best houses you’ve ever seen. It was much bigger than it was the last time you saw it; now standing at two stories high. You could tell it was very thought out, judging by the detailed architecture. A dark colored wood was used for the most of it, yet stone and lighter wood were used as contrasting materials. It was pretty, yet modest. A perfect representation of its builder.

“Oh my gosh..” You said, just barely audible. “Reika, this is amazing!”

“Thank you. I spent a lot of time planning it out. Oh, and I have a little garden over here.” Just as she said, a few rows of crops were growing just by the side of the house. “I used all the seeds I’ve collected. I’m glad I didn’t get rid of them.”

“Yeah, that’s good. What’s that over there?” You asked, pointing to a spot where some fences were.

“I’m working on a space for some chickens. But I need more wood to finish it.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Ah, yes, that’s right.” Reika exclaimed, remembering something. “Here’s one of the things I need help with.” She walked her character over to a horse. It was black with white markings, and was tied to a fence. “Is there a way to tame this horse?”

“Yup! You’ll need to craft some things. I also know a way to name your horse.” You replied.

“Oh, really? I’d like to do that.”

“Okay, let’s see. Do you have a carrot and a stick?” You asked.

And from there, you taught Reika how to tame her horse. She already had all the necessary materials, due to her in-game hoarding tendencies. She even had an anvil, which was needed to name it.

She had progressed so much in such a short amount of time. It was almost scary. But you couldn’t be happier. You and Reika now shared an interest! You couldn’t wait to show her more, and she couldn’t wait to learn. You were so thankful for that deal at the video game store, because now, you and your friend were growing even closer.

Dividers by @dollywons

~~baileypie-writes

[baileypie-writes]

Do you still write for Joker?

cause to this day, I always wanted a joker x evil Precure readers

Basically, a reader, who once was a pretty cure, but turned to the dark side or betrayed the precure out of spite and hatred for them, head cannon or one shot just I really need it please

A/N ~ Yep, I still write for Joker! I love this idea. I went way overboard with this haha. Hope you enjoy!

~Bad Ending~

Joker x Evil!FormerPrecure!Reader

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, Pretty Cure to villain

Relationship: Romantic(they don’t officially get together, but they’re feelings are mutual)

Genre: Angst?(for the Pretty Cure anyway)

Word Count: 824

Synopsis: You finally decided to betray your team, and join Joker in the Bad End Kingdom.

Warnings: Betrayal, Joker being pretty touchy, probably cringe

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

You stood before your bookshelf, countless thoughts racing through your mind. To anyone else, it was just a bookshelf. But you knew where it could take you, so long as you knew the code. The code you were about to enter to travel to the Magical Library.

Your hands shook as you clutched the envelope. Though, it wasn’t out of fear, but excitement. That envelope stored a very important letter. Specifically, a resignation letter for the Pretty Cure.

~~~~

For so long, you’ve dealt with your younger teammates. They’re overly happy, loud, annoying, and set on giving the world a good ending. But you were always more into stories with bad endings. So while you were a Pretty Cure like them, it felt wrong to fight for something that wasn’t your taste.

Though, that wasn’t the only thing that drew you away from them. A man on the opposite side of the battlefield intrigued you. Joker, a jester from the Bad End Kingdom instantly struck a cord with you. He made you laugh, and his attitude was something you loved.

He seemed to know you didn’t belong with the Pretty Cure from the start. Any time you’d talk face to face, he treated you differently than with the others. Instead of taunting you, he questioned you. Well, more like he made you question yourself.

He’d always ask if you were sure you fit in with your friends. He also asked if you even saw them as friends at all. These, along with countless other questions, made you think about your position. It also didn’t help that he’d constantly flirt with you, making you fall for him. That drew you even further from your team, and closer to Joker’s side.

Eventually, you got fed up with being with the wrong group. So, you wrote a long, detailed letter, explaining your resignation. You knew if you told them in person, they’d try everything to stop you. Not wanting to deal with that was the reason for writing your thoughts on paper instead.

With your decision made, it was time to take action.

~~~~

With the letter delivered, there was only one thing left to do. And that was to join the others in Bad End Kingdom. You figured that they always found you one way or another, so all you had to do was wait. So that you did.

It was a chilly night. You regretted wearing such a thin jacket— the proof being your uncontrollable shivering. Hugging your arms tightly, you wished that they’d hurry up already.

Just then, the bulb of every street lamp surrounding you went out with loud shatters. A familiar chuckle sounded from above you, sending a shiver of excitement— and a bit of nervousness— down your spine.

“Well, what do we have here?” The devious voice of Joker asked himself out loud.

“What does it look like?” You quickly snapped back— the sass thick in your voice.

“Aw, no need to be so hostile (cure name).” He levitated down until his pointed shoes touched the ground.

“I don’t go by that name anymore. I left the Pretty Cure.” You said, not realizing how much you’ve wanted to say that.

Joker’s smirk widened. “Oh, really? And how do I know you’re not bluffing?”

“You already know I’m not.”

He hummed— taking a few steps closer to you. “Does this mean what I think it does?”

You nodded— heart skipping a beat as you did.

Suddenly, your Smile Pact floated out of its holder, and into the slender hand of the jester in front of you.

“Then, I suppose you won’t be needing this.”

“Actually,” You replied. “I was thinking you could do something to it. Seems a waste to just get rid of it.”

He chuckled, reaching his free hand out to hold your face— his thumb pressing against your chin. “I like the way you think. You’re going to fit in just fine.”

“(name)!” Panicked voices called out, followed by the increasing volume of footsteps.

Just as you thought, it was your former teammates. Miyuki gripped the letter in your hands. You didn’t expect them to find and read it that quickly.

“What’s going on?” Nao spoke up, her voice showing so many emotions that you couldn’t comprehend exactly how she was feeling. “What’s he doing here?” She pointed to Joker.

Instead of moving away from you, he pulled you closer. Your face pressed against his chest, and his arm wrapped around you in a hug of sorts. “This darling has decided to join me and the others of Bad End Kingdom. Aren’t they a sweetheart? I just know they’ll do splendidly in working to revive Pierrot.”

“I just can’t believe it…” Yayoi said, eyes filled with tears. “I know what the letter said, but there’s no way it’s true!”

“I don’t care about what the letter said! I wanna hear from (name) directly!” Akane shouted angrily.

“Yes. Please (name), just talk to us. I’m sure we can sort things out.” Reika added calmly.

Slowly, you slipped out of Joker’s grasp— though grabbing hold of his hand as you did. “Everything I wrote in the letter is true. There’s nothing else to say, and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. I’m leaving.” You made sure to show you and Joker’s intertwined hands— making sure they knew just how certain you were.

“No…” Miyuki breathed out— pure sadness and terror on her face.

“What’s wrong, Miyuki?” You smirked. “Not feeling ‘ultra-happy’ anymore?”

Your words made her eyes widen, and her jaw drop.

“Well, it seems they’ve made things crystal clear. Now that there’s no more confusion, we’ll be going now.” Joker said.

“Wait!” The girls made a desperate dash towards you, but they were too late. A flurry of cards enveloped the two of you— leaving nothing in your place when it cleared.

~~~~

When you opened your eyes, you were in a dark palace of sorts. You immediately assumed it was Bad End Kingdom.

“Welcome home, my dear.” Joker said— his grip on your hand tightening from pure joy. He then raised your hand to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on it.

The lack of light in the place instantly made you feel relaxed. It was like you’ve already been living there for ages. It felt so different from the Pretty Cure’s base.

You didn’t feel a single bit of regret about what you just did. You finally felt like you belonged. And you couldn’t wait to bring the world a bad ending. With Joker, of course.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Taglist: @averytiredcatboi

~~baileypie-writes

[baileypie-writes]

My 16th birthday is coming up very soon!!! (5th of April) so I was wondering if you could write something with Joker celebrating the readers birthday?

(Platonic pls :3 like either the reader is some random kid he adopted forever ago or pierrots kid, idm which!!!)

A/N ~ RAAHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY(early or late, whichever it ends up being). Here’s a special present, just for you! Hope you enjoy!

~Happy Birthday~

Joker + Kid!Reader

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, kid

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,176

Synopsis: It’s your birthday, and Joker has special plans.

Warnings: Joker gives Reader a platonic kiss

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

Soft snores escaped your lips as you slept soundly on your cushy bed. The moonlight seeping through your window, and onto your face didn’t even cause a stir. You were thriving in your unconscious state— if you were aware, you’d never want to wake up.

However, someone had special plans for you. Plans that required you to be awake.

Joker made his way up to your room where you slept. Though the sky was in a constant state of darkness— the moon never leaving its position at the peak— it was morning. And not wanting to waste a second, he set his plan into action.

When he reached your door, he knocked three times with a single knuckle. After hearing no response, he let himself in. Even the door squeaking open didn’t wake you.

He took in the sight of your sleeping form. All snuggled up in the soft blankets and pillows, only your head was visible. Your face was so relaxed, an expression that was most likely only possible in such a deep slumber. It was so precious, it made even his ice cold heart feel warm— something only you, his special child, could do.

Seeing you so content in your unconscious state almost made him feel bad for what he was about to do. Almost. But of course, the trickster in him dominated his senses. And a sly smile crept onto his lips after being reminded of the reason he was there.

He took a few steps closer to your bed, but staying further enough away to be able to stretch his leg back, so his foot could reach the light switch. He then summoned an obnoxiously large party popper out of thin air, already prepared to use it.

After clearing his throat— readying his voice— he flipped the light on with his foot.

Groggily, you sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes— still barely awake. “Ugh, what-“

Before you could question anything, Joker pulled the string of the party popper— exploding confetti all over you. “Happy birthday!”

You jumped, your sleepiness being scared out of your body. “Ah! What the heck?!” You screamed.

“Surprise!” Joker chuckled, watching as you dusted the bits of colorful paper off yourself in shock.

Finally being able to comprehend what was going on, you let out an annoyed sigh. “Joker, why’d you wake me up? You should let me sleep in on my birthday.” You crossed your arms in a pout.

“Because I have marvelous things planned for you! You shouldn’t waste your special day sleeping.” He said, walking over to the side of your bed. He picks off a piece of confetti you missed, before patting your head.

You grumbled, eventually giving in to his words. Without another complaint, you hopped out of bed.

“I’ll wait outside while you get dressed.” Joker said, and left the room— closing the door behind him.

~~~~

After putting on your favorite outfit, Joker led you to the kitchen. On the table, a bunch of your favorite foods were prepared. One of the chairs had many balloons tied to it— so many, that it looked liked it was about to fly away.

“Sit, sit.” Joker said, pulling out the chair. “Your birthday breakfast awaits!”

You chuckled, and sat down. “I don’t think any of this counts as breakfast food.”

“I think you know by now that we don’t abide by normal rules here. So you can expect even less normality on your birthday.” He said, patting your head.

Out of thin air, Joker spawned a large platter. He set it down on the only clear spot on the table, which happened to be right in front of you. “The main course.” He announced.

Lifting the lid, he revealed the dish underneath. It was a cake— your favorite kind, to be exact. Numerous candles— the same amount as your new age— lined the perimeter. In the center, in fancy piped letters, read “Happy Birthday (name)!”.

With a snap of Joker’s fingers, the candles were lit. “Would you like me to sing?”

“Please no.” You immediately tried shutting down the idea.

“Oh, I think I will.” He smirked deviously, completely ignoring that he had asked you.

You groaned, and endured Joker singing that overused, annoying happy birthday song for the next few moments. He made sure to make it as dramatic as possible, just for your suffering.

Once the song was done, he gave a low bow. One that came with no applause. “Go on. Make a wish!”

You rolled your eyes, and pretended to think hard. You actually did come up with a wish, but you weren’t going to tell him that. After a deep breath, you blew out all the candles. Well, at least you thought you did. But right after, a single one relit itself. You saw Joker try to hold in his laughter. Typical.

With another snap of his fingers, the cake was cut, and a piece was already on a plate for you. Grabbing the fork next to it, you wasted no time digging in.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

You could only nod— mouth full of cake. But that response seemed to satisfy him just fine. “Good.” He said, patting your shoulder.

“Now, for your presents.” Then— seemingly out of nowhere— he held some cards in his hands. “Pick one!”

Your eyes gazed at them for a moment, before you eventually made your choice. The fifth of spades. You turned the card around, showing it to him.

“Great choice! Now, where did I leave it?” He pretended to look around the room. “Oh, who am I kidding?” With a chuckle, he snapped his fingers yet again. This time, a box appeared, landing right in your hands.

The wrapping paper was in your favorite color, right down to the exact shade. A ribbon wrapped around the sides, tying at the top with an obnoxiously large bow.

You went to untie it, but stopped yourself. “This isn’t gonna explode or anything, isn’t it?” You questioned the jester.

“Now why on earth would you assume I’d do such a thing?” He held a hand over his heart, pretending to have his feelings hurt. “No, it won’t explode. At least not this one.” He said the last sentence with a cheeky wink.

You scoffed, and untied the bow— albeit with some struggle. Joker really knows how to tie complicated knots. But you eventually did it.

You lifted the lid slowly, just in case confetti or a jack-in-the-box were to fly out. But nothing did. After a sigh of relief, you peered inside.

“No way!” You gasped, seeing the one thing you’ve been wanting for ages. “How did you get this?!”

Joker chuckled. “I have my ways. I take it you like it?”

“Yeah! Thank you so much!” You jumped out of your seat to give him a hug.

He squeezed you back, before taking your face in both hands, and placing a paternal kiss to your forehead. “Of course. But remember, you still have more cards to go through.”

Dividers by @cafekitsune

~~baileypie-writes

[baileypie-writes]

Ahem Since December is what I now call Towa month (because Towa is amazing and I love her), may I request a Towa x platonic reader who does their best to make Towa smile again???? (They can know about her precure identity and being the princess of the hope kingdom if you want!) Thanks for taking them time to read this!

A/N ~ Sure pookie! Sorry I couldn’t get this out during Towa month! Also, the prompt doesn’t come in until the end. I hope that’s okay. Hope you enjoy!

~Deserve to Smile~

Towa Akagi + GN!Reader

Fandom: Go! Princess Pretty Cure

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Word Count: 609

Synopsis: After learning that Towa felt she didn’t deserve to smile, you decided to prove her wrong.

Warnings: Minor angst

~Masterlists~

~Go! Princess Pretty Cure Masterlist~

This oneshot takes place during and after the events of episode 23

You’ll never forget the day your friends, the Princess Pretty Cure, returned from a battle with Haruka carrying a girl on her back. It was even more surprising to find out that it was their enemy, Twilight. You would’ve never thought that her true form would be so young.

You immediately felt sympathy for her. Poor Towa had been brainwashed by someone her mind was altered to think was her mother. Not only that, but she was taken from her home kingdom, and made to believe they were ignorant scum. So it was really no shock to see Towa acting so gloomy during her first days of being reformed.

It was obvious she felt terrible for all the things she had done. Even when you and the others took her into town to have fun, she wouldn’t let herself. And that was simply because she felt she didn’t deserve to.

~~~~

“Hey, she smiled!” Haruka announced, gleefully staring at Towa’s upturned lips. “I’m so glad! I was worried you might not be enjoying yourself.”

Towa seemed surprised at herself, immediately dropping her smile.

“It’s best to smile when you’re having fun.” Minami said.

“That’s right! There’s no need to hold back.” Kirara added.

You nodded, agreeing with their words. Towa had such a nice, gentle smile too. It’d be a waste for her to not show it off. You were about to say so, but she spoke first.

“Yes, there is!”

“Towa?” Haruka questioned, taken aback by her response.

“Until I save the Hope Kingdom…” She continued. “I can’t afford to enjoy myself.”

“Towa, that’s not-“ You tried to comfort her, but she interrupted you.

“Becoming Cure Scarlet was a miracle. Heaven’s giving me a chance to atone for my sins. I’m not like the rest of you!”

“Sure you are!” Haruka tried consoling her. “We’re-“

“Just leave me alone!” Towa shouted. “If I spend any more time with you, I… “ She didn’t even finish her sentence. She just got up, and ran out of the donut shop you were in.

It was then that you fully understood how big her guilt and hatred for herself was. You wanted to help, but weren’t sure how. So you took the Pretty Cure’s battle later on as an opportunity to think.

~~~~

In the end, Towa ended up being enrolled at Noble Academy. This was great for you, because now you had more time to spend with her and to help her feel better about herself.

“Kirara?” You called out after knocking on her dorm’s door.

“Yes? You do know it’s almost curfew, you know?” She responded, cracking the door open.

“Yeah, I know. But I was hoping to talk with Towa for a bit? If you don’t mind, that is.” You asked.

Kirara sighed. “Okay. But just for a few minutes. I need to get to sleep soon. I have a busy schedule.” She stepped out of the room, letting you in.

“Thanks!” You said, before walking in.

Towa sat on her bed, brushing her long curls. Once she noticed you had walked in, she set the brush down. “Oh, hello (name).” She greeted.

“Hey. Mind if I sit here?” You asked, gesturing to the spot next to her.

“No, go ahead.” She smiled, which made you happy.

After sitting down, you patted your knees, gathering your thoughts. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh? What is it?” She asked.

“Earlier today, you said you ‘couldn’t afford to enjoy yourself’, and that you believe you shouldn’t smile.” You gazed down at the floor, not wanting to look at her, in case she had a sad expression from the memory.

Towa didn’t respond, though you heard her inhale quickly. You decided to just continue.

“Well, I’m here to say that’s not true.” Finally looking at her, you gave her a serious expression.

“What?” She breathed out.

“Sure, you did bad things as Twilight. But that wasn’t your fault. You weren’t yourself back then. Dyspear made you that way. So you don’t need to beat yourself up over that.” You gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

Towa’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by your words.

“So you do deserve to smile and have fun. You don’t need to keep yourself from those things to save the Hope Kingdom. In fact, I think those things will help you do that.” You have her a determined grin. “So as your friend, I’m gonna make sure you smile as much as possible”

Towa’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, (name). I’ll try.” She sniffled, and her lips turned upwards.

“There you go! That’s a great start!” You swung an arm around her, giving her a side hug. She giggled through her tears.

And from there, your mission began. You kept your promise to Towa, helping her to smile and enjoy herself more often. Thanks to you, and your other friends, she’d learn not to feel guilt for feeling positive emotions. And she’d start to leave her past behind little by little.

Dividers by: @submarine-06

~~baileypie-writes

[baileypie-writes]

Not sure what your stance is on Happiness Charge Precure but I thought I'd ask anyway

Could you write a fluffy romance story about a gender neutral reader coming back home to Namakelder after a long hard day from work, their hot, tired and ready to completely shut down and Namakelder helps them feel better by snuggling with them in the mold he summons. Maybe their grossed out by the mold at first but they get used to it fine.

A/N ~ Sure! Happiness Charge isn’t my favorite season, but I do write for it! Hope you enjoy!

~Spores and Snores~

Namakelder x GN!Reader

~~~🎩~~~🎩~~~🎩~~~

Fandom: Happiness Charge Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 852

Synopsis: You had come home from work, hot and tired. So Namakelder offered a strange way to help you relax.

Warnings: A bit of arguing

~Masterlists~

~Happiness Charge Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

~~~🎩~~~🎩~~~🎩~~~

You would’ve never thought walking such a short distance would be such torture. The summer heat beamed down onto you, causing you to sweat enough to fill a swimming pool. You cringed at the feeling of your clothes sticking to your body, becoming even more impatient to get to your air conditioned home.

This was, unfortunately, only half of the cause of your misery. You had just gotten done with work. It was a particularly difficult and stressful day, so you were tired, your muscles ached and you could feel a migraine beginning to lightly pound at your temples.

Once you got the okay from your boss to leave, you had to stop yourself from bolting out the door. But five minutes into your treacherous journey, you felt stupid for getting so excited. You also felt stupid for not thinking to call a taxi or getting one of your coworkers to drive you home.

You had gotten so caught up in your complaining, that you nearly didn’t notice that you were home. Sprinting to the door, you pulled your key out of your pocket. After unlocking the door, you grabbed the handle, not caring about the burning hot metal, and opened it.

The moment you stepped inside, you were met with a cool, refreshing breeze. It made your muscles relax, causing you to nearly collapse on the spot. But you quickly stopped yourself once you noticed something in the air: tiny particles of mold.

I sigh escaped your lips. You knew exactly where it came from. “I’m home.” You tiredly called out. No answer came, but you knew someone was there. It’s not like you expected an answer anyway. The man who had welcomed himself into your house was far too lazy to yell.

Staggering into the living room, you finally caught sight of who was there. It was your boyfriend, Namakelder. He had clearly made himself at home; his mold covering the room. The couch in particular was caked with the stuff. This wasn’t at all unusual behavior for him. He did this to every space he occupied.

“Welcome home (name).” Namakelder said, tipping his hat up to see your face. His lazy smile didn’t falter one bit, even after viewing your worn out and not-so-pleased expression.

“Must you do this to my house?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“You know I can’t get comfortable otherwise.” He said, leaning his head back, and placing his hat over his face.

You stomped over to him, snatching the hat away to look at him. His smile slowly dropped out of annoyance. “I know, but I just can’t deal with this right now. I’m tired, and I want to be able to relax in my house mold-free. So can you please get rid of it?”

Namakelder went quiet for a few moments, seemingly thinking. Afterwards, a small smirk crept onto his face, making you nervous as to what he was about to say. “Why don’t you come sit in my mold with me?”

You nearly choked on your own spit at his unexpected and ridiculous offer. “Are you serious? No! That’s disgusting!”

He chuckled. “Oh, so I’m disgusting? I can assure you, this mold won’t make you sick. It’s not poisonous or anything.”

The pounding in your head was becoming much more prominent now. You were done arguing, and Namakelder could tell. A big exhale escaped your lungs, and your shoulders slumped even more than they previously did. “You sure?”

“Mhm.” He nodded. That was all you needed to finally give in to your exhaustion.

“Fine.” You breathed out. Namakelder stretched out his arm, welcoming you to sit next to him. With an exaggerated huff, you plopped down on the couch. A puff of spores released from the mold, making you cough a bit. But surprisingly, it didn’t smell awful.

At first, you were tense, not being used to the feeling of sitting on mold. But as your fingertips brushed against its fluff, you began to relax. You’ve never felt anything like it. It was softer than anything you’ve ever touched.

“So, what do you think?” Namakelder questioned.

“It’s fluffy.” You mumbled out tiredly, feeling your eyelids getting heavy.

“Yeah? So not disgusting, right?” He teased. You didn’t have the energy to snap back, so you just hummed.

Namakelder froze a bit as you scooted closer to him. But as you began drifting off while leaning on his shoulder, he relaxed, and wrapped his arm around you. He smiled to himself, proud that you finally got to be lazy.

You were still barely holding onto his hat. So he gently slipped it out of your hands, successfully doing it without waking you. Leaning his head back, he once again placed his hat on his face. He felt himself beginning to fall asleep as well, and he didn’t even try to fight it.

Eventually, the both of you were asleep. You would’ve never thought that mold could be so comfortable, but there you were, snoozing on a couch covered in it. Maybe you would start giving more of Namakelders habits a try from then on.

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~~baileypie-writes

[averytiredcatboi]

Knowing me, I'd either get a big cat like a Norwegian forest cat, or a big snake lol

A new request for Joker and Pierrots kid :3

What if pierrots kid wants a pet of some kind, how would Joker react? Especially if the pet doesn't seem to like Joker at all lol

And would Pierrots kid wanna show off the pet to the Precure? (The pet is probably a cat, fox, etc. Idk I'm really tired this morning)

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Joker When Pierrot’s Kid Wants a Pet~

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 333

Warnings: Mentions of the pet being aggressive

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

~ As the right hand man of your father, and your temporary guardian, it’s Joker’s duty to supply you with whatever your heart desires. There are very few things he’d say no to. This is not only to avoid making you upset, but to avoid making your father upset as well.

~ So when you asked for a pet, he didn’t think twice about getting you one. There were no limits to what animal it could be either. A cat or dog? Easy. Maybe you want something more exotic? He’ll make sure the animal has what it needs to survive. Want a fantasy creature? Märchenland has plenty of those!

~ Joker couldn’t care less if you want to do the caretaking or not. He’ll just get one of the Bad End Trio to do it. Just one threat of upsetting you or Pierrot is enough to get them working.

~ He would take it upon himself to train the animal, though. What can he say, he loves tricks! But he wouldn’t just teach them cute jumps or rolls. He’d also teach them ways to protect you. Though, since he needed examples, he may or may not have “accidentally” taught your pet to attack Wolfrun on sight.

~ He’s not really an animal person himself. So whether or not your pet likes him is irrelevant to him. It’s just a little inconvenient to have to deal with any potential aggression, but he’ll live.

~ Wanna show off your pet to the Pretty Cure? Go right ahead! Joker’s all for showing superiority! It’s even better if your pet’s super intimidating or scary looking. That increases the Pretty Cure’s chance of staying away from you. So that extra layer of safety is reassuring to him.

~ All in all, he’s content with the new addition to the team. Big or small, cute or creepy, as long as it makes you happy, that’s good enough for him. Besides, every royal child deserves their very own pet sidekick!

Dividers by: @k1ssyoursister

~~baileypie-writes

[averytiredcatboi]

I LOVE IT SO MUCH. OH MY GODS, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My 16th birthday is coming up very soon!!! (5th of April) so I was wondering if you could write something with Joker celebrating the readers birthday?

(Platonic pls :3 like either the reader is some random kid he adopted forever ago or pierrots kid, idm which!!!)

A/N ~ RAAHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY(early or late, whichever it ends up being). Here’s a special present, just for you! Hope you enjoy!

~Happy Birthday~

Joker + Kid!Reader

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, kid

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,176

Synopsis: It’s your birthday, and Joker has special plans.

Warnings: Joker gives Reader a platonic kiss

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

Soft snores escaped your lips as you slept soundly on your cushy bed. The moonlight seeping through your window, and onto your face didn’t even cause a stir. You were thriving in your unconscious state— if you were aware, you’d never want to wake up.

However, someone had special plans for you. Plans that required you to be awake.

Joker made his way up to your room where you slept. Though the sky was in a constant state of darkness— the moon never leaving its position at the peak— it was morning. And not wanting to waste a second, he set his plan into action.

When he reached your door, he knocked three times with a single knuckle. After hearing no response, he let himself in. Even the door squeaking open didn’t wake you.

He took in the sight of your sleeping form. All snuggled up in the soft blankets and pillows, only your head was visible. Your face was so relaxed, an expression that was most likely only possible in such a deep slumber. It was so precious, it made even his ice cold heart feel warm— something only you, his special child, could do.

Seeing you so content in your unconscious state almost made him feel bad for what he was about to do. Almost. But of course, the trickster in him dominated his senses. And a sly smile crept onto his lips after being reminded of the reason he was there.

He took a few steps closer to your bed, but staying further enough away to be able to stretch his leg back, so his foot could reach the light switch. He then summoned an obnoxiously large party popper out of thin air, already prepared to use it.

After clearing his throat— readying his voice— he flipped the light on with his foot.

Groggily, you sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes— still barely awake. “Ugh, what-“

Before you could question anything, Joker pulled the string of the party popper— exploding confetti all over you. “Happy birthday!”

You jumped, your sleepiness being scared out of your body. “Ah! What the heck?!” You screamed.

“Surprise!” Joker chuckled, watching as you dusted the bits of colorful paper off yourself in shock.

Finally being able to comprehend what was going on, you let out an annoyed sigh. “Joker, why’d you wake me up? You should let me sleep in on my birthday.” You crossed your arms in a pout.

“Because I have marvelous things planned for you! You shouldn’t waste your special day sleeping.” He said, walking over to the side of your bed. He picks off a piece of confetti you missed, before patting your head.

You grumbled, eventually giving in to his words. Without another complaint, you hopped out of bed.

“I’ll wait outside while you get dressed.” Joker said, and left the room— closing the door behind him.

~~~~

After putting on your favorite outfit, Joker led you to the kitchen. On the table, a bunch of your favorite foods were prepared. One of the chairs had many balloons tied to it— so many, that it looked liked it was about to fly away.

“Sit, sit.” Joker said, pulling out the chair. “Your birthday breakfast awaits!”

You chuckled, and sat down. “I don’t think any of this counts as breakfast food.”

“I think you know by now that we don’t abide by normal rules here. So you can expect even less normality on your birthday.” He said, patting your head.

Out of thin air, Joker spawned a large platter. He set it down on the only clear spot on the table, which happened to be right in front of you. “The main course.” He announced.

Lifting the lid, he revealed the dish underneath. It was a cake— your favorite kind, to be exact. Numerous candles— the same amount as your new age— lined the perimeter. In the center, in fancy piped letters, read “Happy Birthday (name)!”.

With a snap of Joker’s fingers, the candles were lit. “Would you like me to sing?”

“Please no.” You immediately tried shutting down the idea.

“Oh, I think I will.” He smirked deviously, completely ignoring that he had asked you.

You groaned, and endured Joker singing that overused, annoying happy birthday song for the next few moments. He made sure to make it as dramatic as possible, just for your suffering.

Once the song was done, he gave a low bow. One that came with no applause. “Go on. Make a wish!”

You rolled your eyes, and pretended to think hard. You actually did come up with a wish, but you weren’t going to tell him that. After a deep breath, you blew out all the candles. Well, at least you thought you did. But right after, a single one relit itself. You saw Joker try to hold in his laughter. Typical.

With another snap of his fingers, the cake was cut, and a piece was already on a plate for you. Grabbing the fork next to it, you wasted no time digging in.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

You could only nod— mouth full of cake. But that response seemed to satisfy him just fine. “Good.” He said, patting your shoulder.

“Now, for your presents.” Then— seemingly out of nowhere— he held some cards in his hands. “Pick one!”

Your eyes gazed at them for a moment, before you eventually made your choice. The fifth of spades. You turned the card around, showing it to him.

“Great choice! Now, where did I leave it?” He pretended to look around the room. “Oh, who am I kidding?” With a chuckle, he snapped his fingers yet again. This time, a box appeared, landing right in your hands.

The wrapping paper was in your favorite color, right down to the exact shade. A ribbon wrapped around the sides, tying at the top with an obnoxiously large bow.

You went to untie it, but stopped yourself. “This isn’t gonna explode or anything, isn’t it?” You questioned the jester.

“Now why on earth would you assume I’d do such a thing?” He held a hand over his heart, pretending to have his feelings hurt. “No, it won’t explode. At least not this one.” He said the last sentence with a cheeky wink.

You scoffed, and untied the bow— albeit with some struggle. Joker really knows how to tie complicated knots. But you eventually did it.

You lifted the lid slowly, just in case confetti or a jack-in-the-box were to fly out. But nothing did. After a sigh of relief, you peered inside.

“No way!” You gasped, seeing the one thing you’ve been wanting for ages. “How did you get this?!”

Joker chuckled. “I have my ways. I take it you like it?”

“Yeah! Thank you so much!” You jumped out of your seat to give him a hug.

He squeezed you back, before taking your face in both hands, and placing a paternal kiss to your forehead. “Of course. But remember, you still have more cards to go through.”

Dividers by @cafekitsune

~~baileypie-writes