Heyy just saw your list of fanfic and I really like the ideas you have, especially the Jester one that just gave me an idea! (I'm gonna be explaining this in 3rd person—)
I don't know if you want to incorporate this but I like to think that Reader was some kind of historian/anthropologist who wanted to learn about the culture of the past and somehow created/acquired a time machine and chosen to travel to the time period when the circus crew were still in captivity by their former ringmaster, EVEN BETTER if it was before they ate Columbina—
Reader would go around satiating their thirst for knowledge until they heard rumors of a travelling circus coming to the town they decided to stay in, and it was not just any circus, but one that was rumored to have monsters. They were curious, after all they never encountered monsters from their original time period and thought that it must just be a group of "freaks" that circuses in those times had (look up circus terminology), but they still went to see the circus when it had finally settled in town to see the shows because hey they still want to watch—
They would be proven wrong quickly however once they saw the horns and tails and stuff— but immediately become concern when they saw the deplorable treatment our beloved six monsters suffered under.
Now here's where I don't know how it'll continue since I just made this on the spot— maybe the cast would notice there's a particular guest who kept showing up to their shows? Maybe it's because the concern in Reader's eyes that was different from the scorn, ridicule, disgust and fear they were used to that made Reader stood out amongst the audience to them? This is probably what got Jester to start paying attention to this frequent visitor.
Things happened that eventually led Reader to meet them directly, maybe the ringmaster allowed side-show that let special guests to personally interact with the cast under certain conditions— and here is where Reader would managed to interact with the cast—
Ever the curious researcher, Reader would ask questions to learn about their species. Here, the cast, especially Jester, would notice how this human were not like the rest, and with a bit more interactions, a form of mutual bond would bloom, though it would unknowingly morph into something more for the purple monster...
Things changed when the ringmaster decided it was time to go to a different place, Reader would become worried since they saw how horrible the cast were treated and feared that they'll continue to suffer once they left. It heightened when they heard the ringmaster planning to sell Columbina to a noble who was interested by her appearance—
Reader made a decision and sneak in to the circus, just before the boys were forced to eat Columbina— and freed them. All hell broke loose when they're out as the first people they targeted were the caretakers who'd been responsible of "caring" for them, eating the caretakers instead of Columbina to regain their strength as they went on mass massacring the rest of the circus staffs and the ringmaster, doing as much damage as possible to let out their resentments—
As for Reader? They bolted as soon as the cages were open and the first screams echoed. You see, in Reader's eyes— the circus had only been around the town for maybe a few weeks or months, and for Reader, that isn't enough time for there to be deep enough of a bond between them and the cast for the latter to not think of hurting them as Reader was still a human, the very race who made the cast suffer.
Reader didn't want to test if they would come unscathed from the monsters' wrath simply by the short bond they had with them, especially when they saw how they sadistically tortured the ringmaster that was just plain g0re, so they decided to leave and come back to their original time period.
I would like to explain that the cast here doesn't know that Reader is a time traveller as Reader never told them, and once their rage died down, they suddenly realized that Reader was nowhere to be seen in the aftermath, and despite their searching, they never saw them ever again and are left wondering for the missing human— grieving—
Imagine that somewhere along the way, Reader ended their time-travelling, maybe they almost caused a major butterfly effect that would drastically alter history, and was afraid to repeat it and stopped playing around with the time machine— they settled to be a historian blogger instead, sharing knowledges of different time periods. As for being a barista like in the game, if you still want to incorporate it, Reader can have it as a side-gig, or a full-time job if they retired from being an anthropologist.
They lived a peaceful, domestic life until a circus come to the modern town they lived in...
Aaanndd I don't know how to continue this xp
This is just my version of Reader, but if your Reader was just some normal fellow who was unlucky to be dragged to a medieval period or if you have another idea then you can write it! Oh yeah, I know this didn't seem very Jester-centered but I didn't know how to write his character so I decided to add the cast instead—
This is just a random drabble I made on the spot when I saw your post so there's probably plot holes xp
OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ANON???
I love your drabble so much, It honestly gave me some cool ideas for the fanfic omgngmgmmg😭😭😭
(Anyways reader will be based off Timekeeper cookie in the oneshot whoops forgot to mention this in the list)
HEYY I'M THE ONE WHO POSTED THAT ANONYMOUS POST ABOUT THE JESTER X TIME TRAVELLER READER AND PROCEEDED TO WRITE A WHOLE ASS SUMMARY ABOUT—
Sooo I just got hit by creativity high again and wanted to incorporate more to the story I made:
About how Reader started bonding with the cast, like my original post, Reader starts off by wanting to study their species. At first, the cast were wary of this human, and a few were probably a bit scared (maybe Columbina) as they were so used to the jeers and disgust the humans thrown at them that encountering a decent human like Reader thrown them off balance.
Yet, despite their inner voices telling them that it was all fake, that there must be a cost to Reader's constant questioning, nothing happened, Reader never tried to ridicule or even harm them, simply wanting to learn about them, and slowly, in their subconsciousness, the cast started becoming closer with Reader.
This bond would deepen if Reader would sometimes— though in secret and away from the circus staffs' notices when they're successful— sneak them extra food when their caretakers cut their meat supply as punishment, or even going so far as to treat their injuries that came from performing the dangerous acts the ringmaster forced them to (like knife-throwing with Pierrot being the target to entertain the guests of the monsters' healing abilities).
And when the incident happened, when you had freed them, when their rage quieted, their bloodlust cooled, they searched for you, but they never saw you again.
And for Jester, you being gone made an ache in his chest, one that had been budding since the moment he deemed you no threat to him and his family, something phantom was crushing his heart in the wake of your disappearance, something he had refused to admit of as it means confronting that a human— a human—
Aannnndd that's all? Hope I don't need to upload a 3rd question— and I think I just butchered Jester's personality at the end—
“ Where are we? ” I asked my hiking partner “ At the peak of the mountain! ” And that's when I realized that we were on Anon's Drabble.
Okayy here's my 3rd drabble on Jester x Time Traveller! Reader, more focused on Jester's reaction to seeing Reader again:
Jester was sure that you were human.
So why are you here?
He looks casual to outsiders. Today's his free time, he's not wearing his costume right now, and he was leaning against his seat as he waited for his order. A cup of black coffee, or a frappe, maybe— he didn't know, he just randomly chose one 'cause he's too distracted by you.
You. The human. Someone he thought would've already died by now. Afterall, it's been what? A century? Two centuries?
Humans don't live long as monsters, an open knowledge amongst his kin.
Yet you're here.
Still youthful. None of the wrinkles and white, brittle hair etched to the elderly humans by the passage of time.
Same hair, too. Same face, even. Your scent haven't changed at all, either.
You're alive.
If he strain his hearing enough, he can hear your pulse, it was still beating. Still in the same rythm as when he had rested his head on your neck when he let you and your curious hands touch and feel at his horns as you ramble on how smooth it was—
Shouldn't you be dead by now?
...
He wants to crush something.
But he didn't. He dug his claws into his palm, the sharp nails puncturing holes on the fabric of his gloves, he didn't care. He just needed the pain to cool him down.
Honestly, when's the last time he'd felt like losing control?
Probably when he was still under that wretched man's greedy hand—
"A cup of Latte for Jasper?"
Jester had to put an uncomfortably large amount of restraint from twisting his head around towards your approaching figure because c'mon it's just your warm voice that he could finally hear again and he can't be this pathetic—
He watches as you step in front of him and place the latte he had ordered by random in his dazed state from earlier when he had to do a quadruple take that it was indeed you he saw once again.
He's here to relax. To have space away from the chaos that was his family, mostly Pierrot and Harlequin. Columbina can be mischievous but atleast knows to restrain herself, Bill and Doctor, they didn't need explanations.
And seeing the supposedly dead human he finally admitted loving, looking alive and well was not relaxing.
But it didn't matter.
Because you're here. He doesn't know why you're still alive. But he doesn't care.
"Thank you, dear," He said, taking a sip of the latte as he slip a tip, smiling as he place the cup down with a soft clink. "Say, you saw the circus that have come to town, no?" A wad of 500$ cash with something purple tucked between them as he slipped them to your hands, warm and gentle, just as he remembered.
He's not letting you go again.
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Aannnddd it's done! Damn, I've reread this and notice how I wrote Jester like an obsessive yandere and I don't know if this butchered his personality??
Also, remember that neither Jester or the other cast knew that Reader was a time traveller as they never told them, and after more than a century had passed, the cast had assumed Reader would already be dead by now, (they hoped it was old age even) since Reader was a human afterall, and humans don't live long. So imagine the surprise— spiralling— when the cast saw their missing human/savior alive because what the hell aren't you supposed to be dead???—
Oh yeah you saw how I wrote "Jasper" in Reader's dialogue right? I have a mini headcannon that the freak circus cast have a human aliases they would use whenever they retired from their performances and switch out from their costumes and donned their casual clothes instead so they could go out during their free time. What do you think would the other cast uses as their human aliases?
Say, you know what was tucked between the cash tip, right? :3
Pairing: Jester & OC (she/her--platonic) (OC belongs to @midnightguardiananel-blog)
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Summary:
The circus has been run out of town for their crimes, but Jester valiantly leads away the angry mob so that his family can escape. However, he underestimated how organized the humans were and gets heavily wounded. He ends up in the care of a human of all things who mistakes him for a homeless man on the run. Jester now must decide between killing the human and using her home as a temporary shelter, or waiting until he's healed enough to sneak away---time is of the essence and his family is waiting.
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“Send the remaining fools to our local contacts, ” Jester ordered, ignoring the itch of his winter coat and casual hat; cooly observing the crowd of humans drawing near like ants rushing towards a cube of sugar.
A seductive orange glow peeked over the nearest hill where their circus once stood. The leader refused to turn away from the sight of humans marching, his stance carrying the burdens of a spartan when facing a cloud of arrows above.
“Of course, Jes, it will all be settled,” The TicketTaker’s voice from behind soft as wafers dipped in honey, “please—we must go.”
“Give Harlequin the keys to the truck, Bil.”
TicketTaker balked, “What?”
Never glancing back, Jester already knew the expression on his old friend’s face would tempt him to change his plans. Carefully, the leader chooses his words before feeling the muscles in his body expand and change ever so slightly. The blue creature’s eyes grew wide, realizing what was to be done. Bil frantically looked back and forth between his illustrious leader and the flesh-coated portends of doom that threatened to swallow their home once more.
Jester walks forward outside Bil’s grasp, ignoring his worried friend, “Quim tends to drive erratically, they won’t be able to predict his route. You all know where to go. I will find you all in four days time. After that.…”
There was no arguing with the leader of the circus. TicketTaker’s pleas echoed behind as Jester’s arms opened wide; daring whomever was brave enough to challenge in the flashiest way possible. Jester was a performer, first and foremost, and the mob before him was a particularly unamused audience. All he had to do now…was act.
Thankfully, there were many layers under the clown’s coat; thick vests and padding that just barely protected Jester’s armored body, even as the paring knife of a woman wearing a stained pinafore cut through his upper thigh.
Jester laughed, grinned widely, and twirled like an erratic dancer throwing piles of human flesh he’d brought in a small bag on his hip, at the feet of those who hurt him. He’d concocted a speech, one so hammy, and smarmy that a familiar menace would have been equally proud of it as he would cringe at the hackneyed dialogue. Jester was not one for such obvious theatrics, but if throwing a bunch severed appendages at the mob of humans surrounding him was enough to direct their ire away from the now moving trucks behind, then it would all be worth it. How the purple one almost wished to see the look on their faces when the humans came back to this spot later only to realize the ‘organs’ on the ground were made of cheap plastic.
Some humans pointed at the now moving circus trucks, shouting out orders to follow. However, a sudden explosion of freckled yellow lights blinded the crowd went off; fireworks set hours ago by The Doctor singed much of the now dried foliage of the field to flat charcoal. A few humans fell on their backs at the impact of the booming sounds alone, and Jester took his cue to exit, sprinting as best he could with an openly sliced thigh; shouting at the crowd to follow if they wanted closure and an ice cold bowl of revenge.
Thus, the party was split—a family torn apart like those who currently chased Jester with gobs of foam seeping through the corners of their mouths. Hours it went on like this, with several close calls and sliced tendons, yet Jester moved on.
Coughing, The Jester’s knees began to give way as he felt his left arm grow numb, stained with blood. His stomach bleeding regularly, causing the leader to sway in his step. Looking up at the roof-tops of the buildings around, seeing if there were a potential means to lose the mob from above. The humans had effectively blocked several escape routes. Narrowing his eyes, the creature realized that his intel regarding the crowd was not as thorough as he would have liked, plus his sliced thigh made it difficult to climb at the moment. Silently, the purple one crept onward into a nearby alley as several young humans shouted behind him. The only comfort being that his family was hopefully safe, and far from this place due to his efforts.
“Bil knows what to do,” Jester groaned to himself, pressing against the dirty brick of the alley while smoothing some of the blood on the stone ground with his boot.
Catching his breath, the leader fell to his kneels, crawling towards a dumpster to hide and rest for even just a moment. He was far too drained, having ran with several injuries, and an openly sliced stomach, unable to leap from building to building as originally planned. Not that this entire visit had gone as he once envisioned.
What was it again that led to this? How were they so careless?
It had something to do with a particular fool’s mask falling off, he recalled, but Jester couldn’t focus; not when his forehead was pounding like the end of a hammer against the meat of his skull. Finally, as his knees scraped against the rough asphalt, Jester grabbed the end of the dumpster, pulling himself further in where he wouldn’t be so visible to the rushing crowds. Sighing, the leader of the circus, maneuvered his aching body once more, pulling the dumpster along in a low screech using his great strength until the back of his head finally leaned against the smooth surface of a bolted alley door where he could finally catch his breath. Now hidden behind the dumpster, Jester chuckled, likely out of delirium. The creature wondered for a moment what unlucky soul lived in a building that had their door nearly obscured by a rusted garbage box.
Foolish choices from foolish creatures.
Taking a few breathes, Jester looked towards the sky, connecting the stars in his mind as he once did during his youth. Constellations of mythic beasts, dead warriors, and forgotten gods had been his only companions during those nights where food was so scarce Jester’s ribs began to show under his thickened skin. Would his new family have to go back to those days because of this? It was certainly possible.
“What a perfect disaster,” Jester moaned, suddenly feeling darkness creep on the edges of his now dimming vision.
Immediately, the purple monster knew he couldn’t allow himself to fall unconscious, not now! Lifting his head only to plop back onto the door behind him, Jester tried to sit up again— over and over, as if lightly knocking against the metal, growing frustrated. Staring at his wounds, relieved that his many clothed layers hid the skin beneath, only made the creature dizzier and the need to sleep far greater. Jester growled to himself, banging his head back and forth on the door behind to keep himself awake.
“Don’t sleep,” he protested in a whispered huff, “—I won’t allow it!”
Banging his head back, again and again until there was suddenly nothing there, and Jester found himself falling all the way to the ground. The sound of cold tile cracking against his aching skull was the last thing Jester felt before blacking out entirely.
All light was screened out of Jester’s vision until he felt the punishing glare of florescent bulbs and.. lavender? Foreign fingers ran over his body peeling membranes of clothing off, piece by piece. Rolling somewhat, Jester found his ribs contracting like an accordion with every breath before trying to sit-up, groaning in agony the hadn’t felt in decades. Frightfully, Jester wondered if the chilly floor were made of iron—his mind going back to a place of nightmares. The leader panted heavily, eyes open but unable to focus on much else. A picture etched on a thin totem, or at least that’s what he could see through the film of milk that currently blocked his sight. Was he back in the cage? Lavender again…. Where was he?!
“Whoa there-hey! Hold on!!”
A new voice pierced through the monster’s sensitive ears making Jester immediately pick-up on his other senses. Jester could feel this person’s rushing blood and a slight uptick in heart-rate as though it were his own. There was a human here. Human—it must be—their organs were too quick, scent too delicious. The purple creature could taste this person’s fear on the tip of his tongue as the world crept slowly into understanding like wiping a fogged up window with a moist cloth. Only then, did he finally see.
“Out,” the leader commanded the surprised human, “out—Leave me!”
Jester’s claws were desperate to pierce through his thick gloves, now crusted with dried blood, and attack, but he hesitated. It was important, when deciding on a kill, if the prey would be missed. Whether they lived alone, what their intentions were, or worse—Jester shook his head, trying rid himself of familiar fears to focus on the here and now. Eye sight finally clear enough to notice a white and red kit by the human’s knees; reaching towards it, Jester grabbing the first piece of metal that flashed under the florescent lights above. Holding up a small pair of surgical scissors in hand towards the surprised human, Jester brought his still injured knees up to his chest in a small attempt to hide his open wound and skin from the human. Vulnerability was the true enemy of monsters.
“Okay, okay,” the human slowly scooted away from him while sitting on the tiled floor, hands up in a defensive posture, “slow down there, tex. I wasn’t gonna hurt you—kind of the opposite actually.”
The leader held the scissors firmly, pointing towards the woman before glancing at his surroundings. A small entry foyer with peeled wallpaper the color of guacamole. Chipped lintels and fixtures seemingly never dusted as though the area had been rarely used. Alternatively, this human’s form finally began to make sense amid the strange colors and surroundings. Their hair of light lavender, arm covered with an inked image of a snake. At first, he wasn’t sure if this being was really there, though decades of memories and human fashion caught Jester up on what era it currently was, as well as the type of human you likely were. An artist most likely, or at least someone who empathized with the lifestyle.
Turning his head towards the faded stain beneath his jeans, the leader pressed himself closer to the wall as the human, still kneeling on the tiled floor across from him, did the same.
“Yeah,” the stranger dared speak, pointing to the stains on her tiled floor, “that’s your blood—remember? Blood?”
Jester narrowed his eyes, “I’m aware of what blood is.”
“Oh…good. Cause you might have a concussion too, which yeah,” the human nervously brushed a piece of lavender hair behind an ear on the shaved side of their head. “Not that it’s good, but you know—”
“I will only ask this once: where am I?” Jester interrupted firmly, trying to get to the point.
Pursing their lips, the human only slightly lowered their arms, eyes darting towards the scissors he held and back to his injured stomach. Instinctively, Jester shielded the large wound with his free arm, shaking as he tried to keep himself balanced using the wall behind him. The human’s compassionate eyes hardly impressed the leader, however it did alleviate some of his concerns. At the very least, it seemed she hadn’t seen his true skin while Jester was passed out. A small comfort, if nothing else.
The human leaned back from the purple one’s intense gaze, “An hour? You’re in the back entrance of my cozy rent-controlled place—otherwise I’d be out on the streets like you were—Think you chipped some paint off the hinges or something though, didn’t even know that door still opened.…”
A twinge of mirth was heard in the human’s voice, though Jester neither smiled nor laughed in turn; his arm still extended, tightly holding the pair of curved scissors towards the strange person.
“You think me…homeless?” Jester muttered thoughtfully. “Leave the first aid kit and I will take nothing else. You will not see me again, I give you my word.”
The leader of the circus could feel a dollop of blood pour through the fingers of the hand pressing on his stomach while leaning forward. His one arm stretched towards the human faltered, keeping the scissors in hand stubbornly up, teeth gritted. The human stared at him warily, eyes moving up and down Jester’s tense form. She could tell, from his hostile posture, voice, and the scissors in hand that this guy would not respond well to help. A cloud of empathy swelled within her at the thought of what this poor wretch had gone through to feel so guarded towards a small thing such as she.
The human began carefully eyeing his wound, “You definitely need medical attention, just let me—“
“No.”
She huffed at his curt reply, “I won’t touch you! It’s kinda a bad look to have someone die in your apartment—almost as terrible as living next to a lit-up billboard, but without the property tax deductible.”
Jester blinked at the joke, lowering the scissors in hand, though still at the ready. Years of experience, betrayal, and aching bones echoed the past like yellowed pages in a half-burnt photo album. If this human knew the truth, knew what he was, then their kind eyes would quickly turn to red-hot hatred. Nothing in life was ever truly given, not for free anyway; everything had a catch, a price—and Jester was not one to leave unpaid debts.
The human raised their hands again in surrender, stretching the tattooed snake on their bicep enough that it almost looked like the inked serpent were traveling lower and lower down her arm in a vain attempt to escape its fleshy prison. After awhile, the human pulled up their legs, pressing against their chest. The pose mimicked Jester’s own. They both sighed and huffed in timed unison before the human finally decided to speak.
“Got a name?”
Jester merely glared at her in what was becoming his usual silent treatment.
“Right,” she clicked her tongue and began to turn around, “well, not that you asked, but my name’s Anya—as in—I’ll be On-Ya like envelope glue.”
The leader raised a brow, surprised but not necessarily shocked that the human would leave themselves so open, not at all caring about her name. Continuing to hold the pair of surgical scissors towards Anya, the human then reached behind her lavender head, pointing towards the nape of her neck where tips of a raven’s wings peaked through the neckline of her shirt.
“No laugh, huh?” The human said dryly, her back still turned. “Look, I’m not here to make you uncomfortable, but this is my home, and my home is for healing—“
Jester finally lowered the scissors to the ground, feeling a rare opportunity glide by as she droned. However, something this human said specifically made the creature pause: ‘not the first person who’s come knocking at my door.’ In frustration, Jester gritted his teeth realizing there was a possibility she had other humans in the building, ones that he could not smell or hear due to the continued banging in his head. If so, then he couldn’t stay here…not for long anyway. Looking towards the black bolted door that led to the alley, Jester pondered on the idea of knocking the human out to make his escape; take the kit, and hope this Anya wouldn’t call anyone after.
Raising his hand, Jester made up his mind. It was the best option, the only one that made sense. The only one that would get him to his family sooner. It was worth the risk even if this 'Anya' did have other humans somewhere upstairs. He had to risk it. He had to. Jester decided, leaning forward and—
“Urg!”
The purple clown clutched at his stomach in sharp growl; dropping the scissors, Jester’s claws retracted as he doubled over in pain. Anya, almost turned around but stopped herself. Looking from the corner of her eye, she reached back to slide the first aid kit towards Jester.
“I won’t look, I won’t touch you, and I didn’t see much but you’ll need iodine,” Anya started worriedly. “If your stomach’s bleeding then you gotta sew it up too and it’s gonna hurt like a thousand fire ants in your crotch, but I’ve done it before—So, I’ll walk you through it, ok? No peeking. Scout’s honor.”
Anya raised up two crossed fingers much to Jester’s surprise.
A promising gesture, meaningless in the long-run—about as binding as a hot glue gun. Jester did not trust it, still, beggars were not in fact choosers, and while Jester would NEVER beg, he at least could choose ‘something’ in this imbalanced predicament. Looking at first to Anya, making sure her back was still turned, Jester used his free hand to slowly peel away the sticky fabric on his stomach, wincing. He couldn’t run, at least not without passing out again from blood loss, making his options scarce. Clenching his fists, the leader leaned back against the wall of the small apartment foyer, looking up at flickering florescent lights in defeat.
Jester sighed, “Very well…”
He couldn’t see it, but Anya smiled at that.
“I’ll get to know you better than you know yourself, stranger! Count on it!”
“I severely doubt that,” Jester waved her off.
From there, Anya began instructing Jester, with her back turned, how to sterilize and sew his wounds; repeatedly telling him that it’d be best he finds professional medical attention soon. Jester responded aptly that he had a Doctor he’d see later. For an hour or so, the leader sewed, cleaned, and taped his cuts; grumbling while trying not to growl despite the pain. Still, it weren’t as though he didn’t have some form of entertainment at hand.
After all, he was in the presence of a potential fool.
“You are a scout,” Jester suddenly brought up while sewing his open stomach shut.
“What?” Anya asked, surprised.
The leader shifted his aching body, sighing at the stinging feeling of iodine on his now closed wound.
“From before,” Jester mimicked the sign with two fingers she’d made before, not that Anya could see with her back still turned, “your ‘scout’s honor.’ Not to mention your talents for sewing up open wounds.”
“Heh, well, let’s just say my residency is done at home these days,” Anya’s shoulders rolled as she began to chuckle, “But, dude—‘scout’s honor’? That’s just a saying! I mean—I could’ve been a scout, but if you sealed up those stitches like I told ya, then you’ll be one hell of an explorer in no time!”
Jester mulled over her words, now cutting the string before starting on a new bandage.
“Perhaps I am an explorer…..”
Anya chuckled, “Oh yeah? Seen a lot in your day, huh, chief?”
“Much,” the leader answered with a grunt as his wound began to sting again, “enough to make one vomit.”
Anya slowly sat up straight, one eye glancing back to Jester, but never turning around. Determined to keep her promise much to the purple one’s simultaneous relief and surprise.
The human began slowly. “Most people seem to like travel.”
“I am not like most….”
Anya rolled her eyes, “Oh sure!—You’re an extra special sundae with sugary fudge on top. That’s why you wouldn’t dare let a lowly wretch such as I touch your sacred body, right?”
Jester’s eyes twinkled, “Perhaps you are starting to know me.”
The human laughed, though the sound only made Jester concentrate further on tending to his wounds:
“Be sure not to wrap that gauze too tight.”
“You’ll want to cut the thread two inches after the wound, I know it seems like a lot but trust me, you’ll need it.”
“Take two and a half pills now, I know that’s not what it says on the label but trust me, you’re gonna need it.”
Anya strangely continued to have interesting and thorough medical advice, though Jester would not admit that he’d heard at least some it from his Doctor prior. Sighing, the leader almost wished he’d paid more attention to the avian creature’s medicinal rants. Having Doctor’s care at the ready was taken for granted. This incident, if nothing else, proved how imperative it was for his family gain more medical knowledge; himself included.
“Here,” Anya reached into the first aid kit, feeling for some tape, “seal it with this.”
Jester eyed the human still as he took the tape and carefully sealed one of many bandages he’d been applying on his person.
The human hummed in curiosity as Jester spoke again.
“You have not once turned around to check on my wounds…”
Anya chuckled, “I ain’t Pandora, bro—if you say I shouldn’t open the box, then I won’t.”
“Hm,” Jester, before cutting the medical tape. “Bil would appreciate your….obedience, perhaps…”
“Hey!? Setting me up on a date with someone else before we can finish our own? That’s cold, Stabby.”
The leader raised a brow, closing the first aid kit with a hard snap.
“What…did you call me?”
Anya grinned at the wall she continued to face, “Well, it’s not like you’re gonna tell me your name or anything so I had to come up with my own. Stabby just felt right…given the wounds and all.”
Jester’s brow twitched just as the human began to laugh again. Normally, he’d scold someone, threaten at such disrespect but he was far too tired and preoccupied to care. Trapped in a small mint green foyer with one metal door to the cold alley and the other end a staircase towards Anya’s apartment. It was cramped, suffocating at first, but eventually the air began to feel oddly warm after awhile. Not comfortable, of course, but manageable. Idly, Jester glanced towards the now closed first aid kit by his legs as Anya continued to laugh and joke with him like a pair of old friends. It was an opportune time to act, Jester declared internally.
He wouldn’t get another chance.
Anya was distracted, trusting to a fault in a way that reminded Jester’s of Pierrot’s misguided innocence. Raising his clawed hand as she spoke, Jester remained calm, confident even, in this decision. It was for the best; the quickest and most efficient way home. It was—
“It’s ok.”
Jester paused as Anya’s voice lowered an octave, his eyes still, claws twitching.
“I saw the crowds on TV,” Anya spoke softly, “and what they think you did…”
Jester narrowed his eyes, “You knew, yet you helped me…”
The human sighed while wiping her sweaty brow, “Maybe everyone’s right about me. Maybe my heart bleeds so much I need a tampon to soak it all up, but….I.. I see so many people hiding from bad situations, assholes, and—…I don’t know why..”
The creature’s claws slowly came out further, sharp as ever as a bead of sweat descended his brow.
“Realizing you know nothing and continuing to make the same foolish choices does nothing,” Jester advised coldly.
“Can’t get anywhere without some trust, friend,” Anya smiled again, leaning her head back towards him in a way that made the monster nearly salivate, “and I refuse to let others dictate who I am or how I should be.”
He approached, he had to. This was foolish, a waste of time—
“Besides, Stabby,” Anya joked, “any dude who’s strong enough to sew himself back up and NOT cry has seen some shit. And..well..I hope next time you travel, you eat a light lunch. The world shouldn’t make you vomit, even if there are a lot of ‘emetics' out there making it tough.”
He approached, a hair away, until she added:
“There’s always family…even if you have to make one yourself.”
Jester then leaned back, his mouth parting in a low and frustrated huff. His head hit the wall behind him as you leaned yours closer, still not facing the monster and all he was. It was avoidance, temporary at best. Anya was no one special, one of many well-meaning fools who let murderers into their homes without a second though. She would one day regret her generosity, Jester knew this well. Human society punishes those who love openly, even among their own kind. And in that….for even just a second….Anya felt like kin. But the feeling was fleeting, likely from the light concussion and headache medicine he’d recently ingested.
Surely.
“Turn around,” Jester ordered.
Anya practically jumped at the sound, slowly twisting her hips to face him. The human eyed his now bandaged body up and down. It seemed Jester was now more covered up than when she’d first met him mere hours ago. Blinking, the human finally met the creature’s strangely colored eyes, realizing that she hadn’t gotten a good look at them before she began facing the wall. Such a gorgeous color….
“If you’d be so kind as to fetch me some water, Anya…”
The human’s mouth went dry before she snapped out of it, nodding fast enough for her fact to blur.
“Uh, yeah—YEAH! Shit, you must be thirsty,” She stood up. “Just hold on one sec, I’ll get it for you!”
Anya quickly moved towards the staircase, eyes bright and eager. It was the first thing ‘Stabby’ had asked of her directly and while it was nothing glamorous, she was determined not to fail. Though for what reason, she wasn’t completely sure? There was something about this guy that exuded authority—something that made her want to please him even when he was being curt. Still, she was excited to get him a drink, worried that she hadn’t done so sooner. How thirsty must he be? Poor thing.
Jester listened for Anya’s frantic steps as she ran up to fetch him a glass. With a light groan, he struggled to stand up while leaning against the ugly green wallpaper, looking down at his bandaged wound, smiling. Monsters healed much faster than humans, and two hours were all he needed to have the wound close-up enough to move around. Jester buttoned up his coat, torn as it was, grateful to the dark color for hiding the blood stains well enough.
Lightly, and with ease, he opens the locked alley door wincing at the finger’s of cold air run through his long locks. The Jester carefully closes the metal contraption, giving one last look as the warm foyer is replaced with the dark metallic exit. He stood there, for just a second in contemplative silence before turning away, scoffing.
“A fool indeed,” Jester mused before adjusting his gloves and limping away, “a lucky one, at that.”
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A/N: Thank you again to @midnightguardiananel-blog for commissioning me this fic of Jester with their OC!!!
If the characters could break through the fourth wall and say one thing to the player, what do you think they would say? (ㆁωㆁ)
That would actually be interesting. Here are a few ideas of what they might say based on what they know about MC so far (remember, Jester, Ticket Taker, and Doctor don’t know much about MC yet)
Pierrot: I knew I would find my way to you eventually, my dear. There is only a screen separating us now, and I will find a way to cross it.
Harlequin: Oh, so you have been playing with us this entire time? Just wait until I get to play with you in person~
Ticket Taker: So that is how it was… how you always seemed to know everything. I believe I could grow rather fond of such a mechanism.
Jester: So you truly do live in another world. Your reality gives me power… and it will be quite entertaining once I finally arrive there.
Doctor: So this is where you were hiding, sweetie? Once I cross that screen, I would very much like to study the changes your body undergoes within your reality.
hey so - I couldn't sleep till I drew this headcanon that's living rent-free in my brain. Harlequin needing the Doctor's help to drain his retractable fang venom every month!!
Just so nothing goes wrong during shows, or while fighting Pierrot lol
-We all know he gets jealous very easily, he would never get rough though, atleast, not with you.
-You can feel a burning gaze from you don't even know where as Harlequin inspects his own pin that's on your shirt collar. He's smug about it as usual.
-Later, you know you're being watched but you don't try to look and see where the gaze is coming from, that is until you're alone, to which you feel yourself being pushed down onto any surface that's around you.
-You shrieked before your body is turned around to face Pierrot, he looks sad, " My lady... Please stay away from that Harlequin.. Please? I can show you my love for you... I swear I can-- just- if you'd let me.. " He practically begs with his eyes, and who are you to decline the poor guy?
-It's passionate, every thrust he delivers is a promise, a promise to give you anything and everything you want, just for you to love him, and only him.
-Every squeeze, every sound, anything that conveys a silent admission that you love him the same, he goes crazy. His thrusts will even get sloppier, he just wants to feel you. He wants to know that you would never leave him for anything nor anyone.
-Harlequin will be taken care of later.
Harlequin
-He doesn't take a second to notice the fact that you aren't wearing his pin, yet you're wearing Pierrots.
-He doesn't know if you're trying to tease him, or if you're really just not interested in him. But let me tell ya, if he finds out you're only doing this to tease him, oh boy...
-He will make you pay, he will make you admit to him that you only want him. He will fuck you up until you finally spew out how pathetic you are just for him.
" Such a little meretriz, just remember you wanted this, you wanted me to overeact, did you not~? " Grabs your chin, bringing your head back against his shoulder as he rams into you from behind, his thrusts nothing but possessive and punishing, " You're going to take it, you started it~ " His tentacles then come up to wrap around your neck, not to necessarily choke you, but just enough to get the point across.
-He likely won't stop until you finally admit the words he wants to hear, and trust me, he can most definitely keep going for however long he wants, you wouldn't want to try it.
Ticket Taker
-He wouldn't show his jealousy, you would have to really try and pry, or be a little bit perceptive to notice his feelings.
-He might be a little meaner to you, he's not necessarily mad at you, he's just, well, he's stubborn. But then again, he doesn't like the feeling you make him feel.
-When he gets tired of it, he'll lure you into his tent, and then when you least expect it, you'll feel someone grabbing you, a gloved hand coming over your mouth to shush you.
" I cannot tell if you're doing this on purpose, either way, you're going to take care of the things you started. " You yelp as you feel sharp teeth of him grazing your skin, you physically prepare youself for a bite by tensing up.
-His thrusts are slow, but rough. Making sure you feel every bit of him, marking his way inside of you, so you and him know that you are his.
-His arms are surrounding your body, one on your waist, another on your shoulders, hoisting you up against him whilst your entire body shudders with each slow but punishing thrust of his.
-He doesn't usally get too jealous, nor does he show it a lot, however, even the small jealousy mixing in with his stress from the circus can really get to him sometimes.
Jester
-He rarely ever gets jealous, though on the off-chance he does, he doesn't really show it, his passive-agressiveness just increases really. It's almost impossible to spot, and if you do spot it and decide to point it out to him...
-I feel he wouldn't show it at all, the only way is if he knew you knew that he was jealous. He'd get even more riled up if you did it on purpose.
-You wouldn't notice him around, it honestly scared you. That is until you feel a hand on your shoulder and see the face of the Jester appearing at the corner of your eye.
" I know what you're doing, I would have given you a chance off the hook, yet you decided to take advantage of the feelings I have for you, " He pushes you up against some crates from behind, pushing you down by your back, " Mh, just know, you did this to yourself, pet. "
-Pain mixes with the pleasure as you feel swift smacks against your ass, he isn't the one thrusting into you, he's ordering you to thrust yourself onto him instead. He wants you to work for it by showing him how much you need him, and only him.
-Sure, it may seem he is punishing you, but really he just wants to see how desperate you get for him, how much you want and need him, the things you do for him to let him know you won't betray him, to let him know you're different than those other insufferable humans.
Doctor
-I'm not sure this guy really knows what jealousy is, though, if he saw you visiting the other circus member tents other than his, at first he wouldn't think much of it since well, nobody likes to visit the Doctor.
-After a while, he realizes how much he yearns to examine you, how much he needs to feel your beautiful, admirable, human body.
-He would most likely order a fool to take you to him, even forcefully if needed. He feels desperation to feel your skin, see your fear, all of it, he wants to see again.
" You seem long overdue of your appointment, sweetie. I know my tent is not the most favorable, yet I feel the need of your presence. I promise to go easy, my sweet patient. " His claws draw near your intimate regions whilst you're laid near the edge of an operating table.
-His thrusts are deep, yet slow. He leaves his pace that way for a while, wanting to see every twitch, every reaction, every sound all coming from you. His claws do dig into you, drawing the liquid shade of red he loves to see.
-Most of what he feels isn't necessarily jealousy, it's more of a longing to feel you again, to feel the things he wants had. He'll make sure he pays attention to every detail mustered by you.
Part 2 of my drabble on Jester x Time Traveller! Reader:
The cast noticed something's off. Jester, more specifically.
Their ringmaster seems to like to disappear somewhere lately, leaving the circus often that didn't feel like the purple monster was just checking the town they've settled in. Or scouting for potential meals or Fools amongst the unsuspecting humans. Not to mention how much work Jester had delegated to Ticket Taker seemingly without an explanation.
And Jester knows, Ticket Taker had asked once, and Columbina had her subtle glances like she wants to ask too but refrained instead. All were met with a flat answer of him simply checking the shops around. The cast knew that's their signal to stop, so they didn't dare to prod their ringmaster further (well, maybe Harlequin still would—)
Though, he wasn't really gonna hide it forever, really, the cast deserves to know since its their savior, but he plans to tell them once he was certain that the human in that coffee shop was indeed you.
That offer from that day had been an impulsive decision, he couldn't believe that he lost himself in the sheer glee he'd felt when he saw your familiar face and rashly gave you his ticket. But he couldn't back down now, if it's truly you, he won't let you slip away again.
So he'd been... stalking studying— he knows where you live, knows your schedule from that coffee shop, and he found your social medias. The last one had been his most lucrative find of the pile of evidences he needed to verify it's you.
You had two blog accounts, one for personal use and the other were used by you to share your knowledge on different historical timelines and cultures around the world.
Now this is where he found it...odd, as he knew some of the things you've posted, and he could verify its accountability since he lived through them afterall— but it was too detailed, he noted some specific informations that was only possible if someone who personally live through it would know. But why do you know about these if you were born later after all of these happened?
Unfortunately, he couldn't hide his little investigation forever from the rest of the circus crew, and it was Pierrot who surprisingly confronted him first.
"Jester...you...did you know they were here?"
The purple monster had just finished his performance and was heading back to his personal tent, only to still as he turned around and was met with the sheer disbelief in the yellow-eyed monster's gaze, the tremble of shaky hope in the latter's voice. He knew without either of them saying it.
He sighed. "Did you see them?"
"They—" Pierrot raised a trembling hand to touch the side of his face, which Jester noticed a pink bandaid on the the former's cheek, saw the outline of a bruise and the speckles of dirt on the red clown's costume. He clicked his tongue, scorning the humans once more. Those animals.
"It's probably them."
"But... how? It's been centuries. They're human, and humans don't live long..."
"Which is why I'm investigating."
"Is that why you've been leaving more often?... You've been—"
"I needed to make sure." Jester told the red clown. "And if it's truly them... well..." He thought of his purple ticket in the human's hands.
He looks at the yellow monster again. "You should go get cleaned, and this conversation? No more hiding it now."
Jester watches as joy bloom in the red clown's face when the latter took the hint before he turned back and head to his tent. He already knows he's in a barrage of questions from the others once Pierrot told them of his discoveries.
He should probably tell them to stay in-line if they decide to sneak away to see for the human themselves. He wouldn't trust Harlequin, Pierrot or Columbina to not try.
But that'll be his future problem, as he was far interested in decorating the extra space in his tent that the new member of their family would stay in once he whisked them away and sink his claws and serrated teeth into their skin to keep them from disappearing without a word of goodbye like that fateful night. The purple diamond brooch he'd been saving for the human was cool to the touch as he twirled it around his hand...
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Done! Damn, I've been high on writing lately xD
Anyways, here's a note I want to make:
So you saw how Pierrot had met our Reader like in the game, right? And immediately recognized them? But what about Reader? Reader doesn't recognize him, actually.
See, I like to think that Reader didn't know it was Pierrot or Jester they saw again because Reader only knew of their monster forms. Their appearances from when the cast were still held in captivity were the only ones Reader knew of—
I have a headcannon that monsters can eat other types of meat, and that human meats were considered special because the monsters could acquire a more humanoid appearances the more they eat them.
The cast's former ringmaster probably knew this during an accident, when some new caretakers had been mauled by one of them in a moment of neglect (you can choose who— but I like to imagine it's Harlequin because give that emerald boy more love—) and saw the subtle changes in their appearance when they ate the caretakers.
The ringmaster saw how much prettier they become unlike their original forms (asshat—) and thought to give them more human meats so they'll attract more visitors like Columbina, but gave up, either by the cost it'll take or the risks from acquiring human meats without alerting authorities, so the cast were stuck with the meats their caretakers gave them.
Anon keeps putting gems in my inbox PLEASE READ THIS GUYS
1. Grooming and preening their monster forms ex. preening the doctor (monster forms)
2. brushing and styling their hair (all) (human forms)
3. petting them (all) (monster & human forms)
Feel free to use
I also thought of adding columbina to the mix <3
Pt 1 (Also do you wanna be tagged for each part?
(Doing this in parts! This one is the grooming/preening one!)
God I really love to think once they trust you, they’d ask for help grooming since it’s a bit awkward reaching certain areas and it’s just nicer!
Also, though not inherently NSFW, I’ll be tagging this as slightly/NSFW since I am implying them to be naked it’s not entirely SFW lol.
(Using knowledge of different pets I used to own and their cleaning needs!)
Helping them groom/preen
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Pierott
(Shedding, thick fur, for some reason I lowkey depict him as semi canid looking (ears/tail) with a more beastly snout and kinda like porcupine spikes? More like a bearded dragons I guess, they are only ‘sharp’ when being defensive.)
It was hard to get both you and Pierott in the bath, you had to basically sit in his lap while he leaned against the wall. You used a cub to help get his for wet, careful to get his horns wet while avoiding getting water in his ears.
Pierott snorted as the water splashed over his snout. He sneezed, shaking his head before looking up to you. “My Dear you needn’t worry, I could have done this in the river.”
You shake your head, it’s freezing out! You didn’t need him getting sick or hurt! “Close your eyes for a second.” You say, he obediently does so. You take a small amount of the blueberry facial, lightly massaging it into the fur on his muzzle.
Pierott’s snout twitches as he sniffs. You quickly stop him from licking his maw saying he shouldn’t eat this. You carefully rinse it out, lightly rubbing the fur until you’re sure it’s out. “Ok you can open your eyes again.”
He does so, looking up at you curiously. “What are you putting in my fur?” He ask, looking curious as you pour some shampoo on his chest and shoulders, carefully spreading it over his fur.
“It’ll help clean it, and it’ll help get any knots out of your fur.” You say, gently scratching behind his horns, he rubs against your hand as makes sure to get his hair too. “Do you typically…not use much product?”
He looks to you amused. “Well, why would I need to? My fur doesn’t need it. But I still appreciate this! It’s nice!” He says, tail wagging enough to splash around. You tilt his head up, pouring some water over his hair and fur to rinse it.
“God, I’m going to need to clean you more often then. Can’t have your pretty fur getting ruined.” You say, he smiles and nuzzles against your chest, you have to tilt your head to avoid him accidentally bumping his horns into your jaw.
You notice some of his fur looks knotting, gently you take it between your dings, and take a bottle of deranged, lightly rubbing some in. Judging by the slight wince, it is bothering him a bit so you let the conditioner sit in, you’ll wait a bit before rinsing it and brushing him.
Doctor
(Feathers and molting!)
There was some hesitation when you first offered to help him, but after a few days of dealing with his molt, Doctor agreed on the help. He’d tried to ask you to help pluck some feathers out, but it was hard to see just what feathers needed to come out.
So with some persuasion, you had him join you in the shower, with the water, it was easy to get his feathers loose, you just had to gently rub and massage his feathers. He huffed a bit as your hands rubbed up and down his chest, some of his feathers getting stuck to your hands.
You carefully placed them aside in the pile of feathers you’d gotten out. “I’m just gonna use something to clean your feathers, ok?” You ask, for a moment he looks confused, glancing at what you grab.
“With…dish soap?” He asked, watching you put some in your hands. He took the bottle, looking it over, flinching when you begin applying the cold soap to his feathered. “Why is there a duck on this?”
You carefully rub the soap over his chest and stomach, watching a surprising amount of feathers cone loose. “It’s all I have that’s safe on feathers, it’ll help get anything stuck under your feathers out.”
He looks down at you watching you carefully rub his feathers. “The feathers are clogging the drain.” He points out plainly. You had noticed the water piling around your feet, but assumed it was splashing.
You finish washing the soap out of his feathers before turning off the shower. You have him come out with you, yo take a towel gently using it to dry to dry his feathers, even after the shower, he’s losing a lot of feathers.
You give him the towel to finishing drying off as you decide to clean up some of the feathers, it looks like you defeathered a whole flock in here…
Harlequin
(Scales, shedding, peeling scales (not from injuries!) Harley being moody.)
Shedding season was annoying, Harlequin got far more agitated faster, and you can only imagine how uncomfortable it is being itchy all the time. You did feel bad enough for him to help him despite his rude demeanor.
You knelt outside the bathtub while he was in it, you gently splash the warm water over his scales. It was tempting to try to peel them off, but you knew that would hurt even if he denies it.
He’s silent, refusing to look at you as you gently scrub his scales, you carefully tug on the loose scales, releasing them if they don’t come off right away. He visibly tensed as you peeled off scales near his more sensitive areas.
You avoided any areas that made his react, since he wasn’t really speaking to you. “Can you at least tell me if I’m pulling too much?” You ask, earning an annoyed hiss.
“Just yank them off, it’ll be faster.” He says, though you know that can damage the scales underneath. You pour water over some of his more loose scales. You hoped the epsom salts eased some of his itchiness as it softens his scales.
“No, I’m not ripping them off. Please just tell me if what I do hurts.” You say, you gently pull on a patch of overly pale scales in his back. He winces so you pause and let go of the loose scales. You take the sponge, gently scrubbing it against the patch, to your amusement he arches his back into the sponge, it almost sounds like he’s purring.
He lightly claws at the bath, nuzzling his horns against it. You gave him a confused look, were his horns itchy? You reached over, lightly scratching his horns. He doesn’t look to you but instead just rubs his horns against your hand.
Jester had asked you to help, he couldn’t fully reach parts of his horns, as well as he couldn’t really see them, and you were the ‘only’ one nearby who could help him. He gave you some tools that definitely didn’t seem too gentle on him.
“Jester, this is for filing down hooves, not horns.” You say, he remarks it ‘works well’. You hesitate but gently use it to file the sharp tips of his horns. The sound makes you wince, there’s no way this feels great for him.
You stop pretty quickly, making him groan in annoyance. “What’s wrong?” You put the file aside, you had gotten something in advance to help. You go to your bag, taking out the wire saw. You watched Jester cringe at the site. “There’s no way that’s easier or gentler.”
Sure, it doesn’t look like it’s going to be pleasant, but it is safe! You kneel behind Jester, you’re grateful he trust you enough to stay still. “Tell me right away if you feel any pressure, I don’t know where the nerves in your horns are.”
You carefully wrap the wires around the tips of his horns, you move it back and forwards, slowly sawing through the horn, you keep a eye on what you can see of Jester’s face from here. Within a few moments you’re able to successfully remove the piece, carefully alining, you do the same to the other horn.
Aside from looking uncomfortable, he stayed still the whole time. You take out a proper horn file, and use it to resharpen his horns. “These horns could still use a proper cleaning, they’ll feel better.”
You say, going to fetch some warm water. You get a hand towel as well, dipping it in the hot water with a little bit of soap, you gently begin scrubbing his horns, careful around the divots. He huffs at the feeling.
“Well..this is certainly a much nicer method, I can’t say I can easy use those…wires on myself.” He says, his eyes closing as you focus on clean the base of his horns. You clean his horns thoroughly, having to hold back a laugh as he ends up falling asleep leaning against you.
Ticket Taker
(Wasn’t sure what to compare him too, but he has fur!)
Ticket Taker prided himself in his cleanliness, but after a few guest had spilled their beverages on him, he needed a hand getting all the gross, sticky soda off of him. He’d dragged you to a hotel to clean it off, the bath was large, with plenty of space for you two, you’d ended up getting in the bath with him to make it easier.
You gently splashed some of the water over his back, noticing sine of his fur appears stuck together. Pouring sone of the shampoo over his back, you lightly begin rubbing it in, using some of the water to help clear his fur. “Does it hurt when I rake my fingers over it?”
You ask, he glanced over his shoulder at you and shook his head. “No, you’re not using enough force to hurt me. It’s just pulling a bit.” He remarks, focusing on cleaning off the fur he can see. To your surprise he’s losing quite a bit of fur in the bath.
“We will have to clean that out later, I don’t want you to get in trouble if they think you brought a pet in.” You half joke to him. He gives a light laugh and smiles to you quickly replying.
“Oh, it’s pet friendly here, I told them I was bringing a dog.” You laugh a bit. Well, at least they will think it’s a dog. You grab the brush, gently brushing out his fur to make sure you got everything out.
“Your fur looks clean now, how do we dry it?” You ask and step out of the tub, grabbing some towels. He stands up, lightly pressing his fur to get the water out. Once he’s gotten the extra water out of his for he steps out and takes the towel, ruffling his fur with it.
“Towel and wait.” He says, even if his fur is on the thinner end, it’ll take a while to dry. You gesture to the hair dryer. He gives you a confused look.
“You’ve never tried these?” He shook his head, you take it, turning it on, while you let it warm up, you dry the fur around his face, figuring it might agitate him if you use it in his face.
“What’s it do? Just blow air?” He ask, seemingly annoyed by the noise. You nod and use the hair dryer, focusing on his chest, he watches it amused, he straightens out the fluffed up fur you dry.
Columbina
(Kinda depicted her as bovine/ungulate, shedding season.) ((First time writing for her, still trying to gauge the personality she has!)
She had asked you to help brush her fur, saying it was nice and she’d brush your hair when you finished! You agreed to help, but ended up helping her clean the fur, as it kept coming out in clumps and getting caught in the brush.
She enjoyed the warm bath with you, she snuggled up to you as you used a cup to get the fur near her shoulders wet, thankfully it did loosen her fur and by the time you began shampooing her for, it was much softer.
She practically purred at the feeling, nuzzling against your chest as to lightly brushed her fur as you rinsed it. She looked up to you, her pink eyes looking up to you lovingly, she gently grabs some of the body wash you use, she begins applying it to you with a smile.
“While you’re in here with me, let’s clean each other!” She cheerfully says, she’s gentle as she tries to mimic what you’re doing to her, just without the fur. You don’t mind it as you rinse the extra suds out of her fur.
“Thanks I suppose,” You say to her with a smile. “How’s your fur feel?” You ask her, checking to see if you missed any fur. It appeared like you’d cleaned all her fur, she’d tended to her own horns while you brushed her.
“Heavy, but silky!” She says, suddenly lifting you up as she steps out of the tub. She grabs a towel wrapping it around you. “Now let’s dry you off before you get sick!
бро, на коленях, напиши хедканоны на совместные отношения Пьеро, Арлекино и читателя, как бы они делили отношения и были бы они в виде ”V” или в виде треугольника???🤩✨
— you belong to us.
pierrot x reader x harlequin
synopsis: you fell in love with harlequin and pierrot, and instead of choosing one of them, you took them both.
tags: polyamory, relationship development, kisses, threesomes, references to blood and violence, fluff, nsfw, marks, possessive behaviour.
wc: 1.7k.
neither harlequin nor pierrot considered the option of being together with you at the same time. it was obvious that pierrot wanted you to be his alone. and harlequin wanted to be loved too, at least once in a blue moon. they both tried for a long time to earn your love and attention. but when you told them that you couldn't choose? well, pierrot almost cried, and harlequin made a very sour face.
and then they fought, badly, it didn’t happen in front of you, after all, both didn’t want you to witness the violence, but it happened anyway. harlequin ended with seven wounds, pierrot wasn’t any better, and the main reason behind two hours violence was you. pierrot blamed harlequin for messing with your mind, and harlequin did exactly the same, but they ended in your flat, covered in blood, pierrot’s face is full of guilt (when you turned your head away, there was a hint of pure hatred as well), harlequin’s face showed none of his emotions.
they bickered and argued even in front of you, without knives that time, but they couldn’t stop themselves anyway. two monsters were too frustrated with the situation, your presence and the way you tried to treat their wounds did nothing to soothe their frustration, but they did cross a line, because you couldn’t stand the fact that they were ready to kill each other for you. and as soon as you started scolding them like puppies, they finally closed their mouth. you told them everything you thought. you told them the bad person here was you, and if they were so mad with the whole situation, they should be mad at you. and it worked.
the next moment words left your mouth, harlequin was right next to you, and pierrot knelt in front of you, grabbing your hands and begging you to take back your words, while harlequin told you not to be so dumb, because neither of them thought you were the main problem. they didn't want you to blame yourself for anything, and that night they didn't argue anymore. they spent their time trying to calm you down, each in their own way. pierrot kept whispering how much he loved you, and harlequin called you an idiot several times for coming to this conclusion. however, they understood. violence won't solve anything, there was no point in fighting, it will only hurt you. and they didn’t want you to suffer.
negotiations took three days. pierrot and harlequin disscused what they could do, and they came to one idea. they won’t force you to choose. you could have them both, even if pierrot and harlequin preferred to be your one and only. once again, they adored you too much to back down. they were willing to reconcile if it will make you happy. so, the decision was made between them two, and once everything was settled, they were ready to tell you about it. and, as expected, you agreed to belong to them both, even if it was risky as hell and could lead to violence... again.
but once they saw your upset face because of their attitude, they behaved... relatively normally around you. they tried to, for your sake. but each of them behaved differently anyway. for example, harlequin always was confident. and when you became his, his courage increased. he was the first to steal your kiss, right in front of pierrot. he kissed you slowly, sensually, he made sure you felt his love and desire for you, while pierrot, who sat next to you, almost burned him with his gaze. but he didn’t do anything, he let harlequin kiss you and caress your thighs, he didn’t interrupt your little make-out session, even if every fibre of his soul screamed to take what his. but you weren’t only his, he shared you with harlequin, and he didn’t want to cause your distress, so harlequin could enjoy your attention without being bothered.
as for pierrot, he couldn’t boast the same courage. he wanted you, badly, but he was afraid to show his love anyway, because his devotion was hot as flame, he didn’t want to burn you. so while harlequin was content with being yours, pierrot was a silent witness. he was always next to you, but his love was innocence. he cooked you breakfast, he hugged you when you coudln’t sleep, he bought you a lot of gifts and protected you from rude people, but he sucked when it came to affection. he wasn’t so confident as harlequin was, and it bothered him, but he couldn’t make the first move.
so you did. you saw his shy glances which burnt with passion and lust, you felt his grip on you tightened when halrequin appeared, and you didn’t want him to feel less loved because of the strange nature of your relationship. so, when harlequin wasn’t around, you pounced on him. and… pierrot seemed to me much wilder than harlequin, because his kisses made you breathless, because you were soaked after he pulled back to catch your breath, and you thought he would take you right now, but he only smiled shyly and asked you if you were ready to continue. he asked if it was okay, and, god, it made things to your heart, so harlequin found you two half-naked in your bed, and as much as he didn’t want to share actually, he joined.
and when that barrier disappeared, things became much easier for you. you accepted affection from both guys. now, while watching movies or in the evening, they would kiss you together. you hold their hands when you were wandering around the city, and even if tension didn’t melt completely, it was much easire to handle them both. of course, they still didn't like or accept each other. but they learned to work together to make you happier. this was especially noticeable in the little things. for example, pierrot always cooked when you came home from work, while harlequin cleaned the house. harlequin, of course, constantly rolled his eyes, but that was just for show. he was glad that you had the opportunity to relax after job and rely on them.
and as for intimacy... well, that was much more complicated. you could have had sex with them separately to make it easier for yourself, and harlequin hinted at this more than once, and you understood his impatience. even pierrot, whose behavior showed that he could no longer wait, wanted you. but none of them pressured you. of course there were some interesting and spicy moments. there was a moment when harlequin almost lost control, when his kisses had descended to your breasts, but he stopped, not wanting to force you. and once, while kissing pierrot, he had already sat you on his lap and moved his hips, grinding pathetically against you, but he stopped too.
but your first time happened suddenly, neither of you planned it. and everything went well. pierrot was especially gentle with you, as was, surprisingly, harlequin. and then threesomes became something common and usual. and a competition. because if you think they were willing to calm down? no. sex became an excuse to bicker again. and they took advantage of that. for example, harlequin loved to mark you and glance at pierrot to see his reaction, and pierrot took the bait, he marked you as well then, and they wanted to decide who can possibly make you moan louder. as a result, you passed out at the end of your intimacy session, and then harlequin and pierrot argued, blaming each other for this. but, of course, they took care of you... even if you weren’t conscious.
their relationship didn’t change. but they did learn how to deal with each other. they finally learnt how to ignore some minor details, even if sometimes it led to the disagreement between you. arguments were the normal part of any relationship, and you couldn’t avoid it as well. for example, sometimes those sidelong glances annoyed you. once you were so angry that you kicked them both out because they couldn't agree on something again and pierrot was ready to use knives. of course, they came back a couple of hours later with flowers and apologies (pierrot apologized, of course, harlequin was too prideful, but he muttered quiet “sorry” in the end), and you forgave them. and once you paid too much attention to harlequin, so pierrot sat in the corner of the sofa and pouted like a little kitten. and once, on the contrary, you spent too much time with pierrot, forgetting about harlequin, and he also scolded you dramatically. you knew even if his words sounded almost playful, he was wounded, and you apologised to him as well.
they were hard to deal with, but you didn't complaim. because these little details became part of your life. you liked to wake up between them. you liked to get a kiss on the forehead from pierrot and a kiss on the neck from harlequin at the same time. you liked to buy them new human clothes once a month so you can go for a walk without any worries. you liked getting gifts from pierrot for no reason and flowers from harlequin.
they hated each other, still, but they loved you, and they belonged to you as much as you belonged to them. and as long as they were willing to make concessions, it was fine. after all, there was nothing better than to be loved by two monsters who were ready to tear apart anyone who dared to be rude with you. and after all, with you they were nothing but two lovesick idiots.
Headcanons: How would Perriot and Harlequin react if MC were pregnant but either one of them could be the father?🤔
A/n: Enjoy! ~Fox🦊
Pierrot & Harlequin — If You’re Pregnant and Either of Them Could Be the Father
When you tell them, the room goes quiet for a moment. Pierrot freezes, eyes widening as the words settle in, while Harlequin’s grin slowly fades into something far more thoughtful.
Pierrot’s attention immediately snaps to you, his voice soft and worried as he asks if you’re alright, if you’ve been feeling sick or overwhelmed. His hands hover near your waist like he wants to steady you, but doesn’t want to assume he can.
Harlequin watches you carefully instead of speaking right away. He’s reading your face, your posture, the tension in your voice. When the possibility comes up that either of them could be the father, he exhales a quiet laugh under his breath. “Well… that complicates things.”
Pierrot grows quiet at that, eyes lowering briefly as he processes the uncertainty. It isn’t anger—it’s vulnerability.
Harlequin doesn’t seem bothered by the ambiguity at first glance, but his posture subtly shifts closer to you. The possibility that the child might be his sparks something territorial in him, even if he doesn’t openly claim it yet.
Pierrot becomes softly attentive almost immediately—offering you water, making sure you sit down, asking if you’ve eaten. His concern for your comfort overrides everything else.
Harlequin becomes watchful. His attention drifts toward the environment around you rather than the conversation itself, already cataloging potential stressors or people who might bother you.
The tension between them isn’t explosive, but it’s noticeable. Pierrot’s emotions sit close to the surface, while Harlequin hides behind dry humor and careful observation.
If you look scared, both of them shift instantly. Pierrot moves closer, voice gentle as he reassures you that you won’t face this alone. Harlequin’s teasing disappears entirely, replaced with a quiet seriousness that’s rare for him.
Regardless of who the father turns out to be, neither of them withdraws from you. Pierrot stays devoted and emotionally present, while Harlequin remains protective and grounded beside you.
The uncertainty lingers between them, but neither man treats the situation as something that makes you less important. If anything, it anchors them more firmly in your life.
Over time, the focus shifts away from whose child it is and toward making sure you are safe, supported, and cared for.
In their own very different ways, both men decide the same thing: whatever happens next, they intend to be there for you.
How would the boys react to Mc being Pregnant, I can imagine a cute little baby Pierrot!~💍❤️🖤🥺
They find out you're pregnant
Pierrot
He would at first blink at you a few times, processing the information. But after it clicks. He would be overjoyed.
He would spend all his time assessing your health and the baby and catering to your every whim. And I mean EVERY whim.
Hello, pickles and ice cream, gourmet style.
He would also be extremely protective of you. So, expect more people who have wronged you to disappear suddenly.
This boy will also be more panicked the entire time and worry and fuss more than you. He is the one who will nest and insist on making the baby's area in his tent.
If you express fear, his expression would crumple slightly before he pulls himself together. He would cup your face and say, “We’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”
He becomes deeply emotionally attached very quickly. The idea of something that’s both of you feels sacred to him. He will absolutely cry the first time he feels movement.
Pierrot will also pat your tummy and say hello to the baby as often as he can, whispering sweet things to them.
Really gets into learning how to make baby food himself to give the baby the best diet when they can eat proper food. And he tries to make little toys for the baby as well. Constantly trying to be useful with his hands and create things for his child to feel more connected to them.
Harlequin
The moment you tell him, his grin would widen like you have never seen. (he’s really proud of himself)
He would laugh loudly and say, “I really did that. Good job, me.”
Harlequin would tease you throughout your pregnancy, but in a lighthearted way. Like questioning your weird cravings, laughing at the fact that you can touch your toes (while kneeling to tie your shoes), and such.
He would become territorial very quickly. Subtle at first, positioning himself closer when others are around, keeping a hand on your back, and watching intentions more carefully.
When you announce the pregnancy to everyone, he will be sure to comment, "Guess we’ve been busy, hmm?”
But when you are alone, he becomes much softer, holding you so gently. He would rub whatever parts of you are sore.
He also takes that time to sing to the baby.
One of his favorite things to do is when the baby kicks, he will get really close to your stomach and whisper, “I thought I told you to behave in there,” and poke the baby’s hand or foot.
He really is excited to be a father, though, and pretty much does what you tell him. If you tell him to build the crib and paint the room, he will do so, no questions asked.
Doctor
When you tell him, he would go completely still. Not shocked in a loud way — just a total neurological recalibration. You can almost see the thoughts reorganizing behind his eyes. Of course, being a Doctor, he knew the consequences of unprotected sex.
He does not respond immediately. He would study your face first, assessing your emotional state before addressing the information itself.
His first question is clinical but gentle: “How long have you known?” Not accusatory. Just precise.
The second question is about your health. Appetite. Fatigue. Dizziness. He shifts into physician mode automatically.
Doctor would also be very intrigued about whether the baby is half human and half monster. You will forever be his patient. And this aspect will continue to intrigue him. It’s something he keeps an eye on throughout your pregnancy and during your child’s life as well.
He’s definitely more invested in the medical/clinical aspects of the pregnancy, distracting himself with his theories and curiosities the entire time. When the baby finally comes, he’s…baffled. He realizes quickly he didn’t know how to hold the baby properly or connect with his own child.
This stumps him for a while and, for once, he has to be told what to do and how to handle things. The child is so small and fragile and he’s always worried he’s going to hurt them. Especially with how tall he is, what if he drops the child and it does irreparable damage? He couldn’t fathom doing that.
Jester
Unsure, hesitant, questioning. At first, he wouldn’t be convinced that this was the case, and would insist on giving it some time, waiting to be sure. When you showed him a positive test, he insisted on more until you’d tried every brand at least twice. Lo and behold—you were pregnant.
Jester wouldn’t be excited or interested. In fact, he’d treat it more like a passing inconvenience. He’d be in complete denial, still not believing it could be true. It would take him a while to come around to reality.
What finally breaks him out of his delusions is watching you at six months bring home supplies for the baby. You had one hand wrapped around the bags, the other on your back as you hobbled inside.
He’d snatch the bag from you, and immediately become furious with himself for letting his feelings force him to isolate and leave you to handle the important tasks on your own. Quickly, he’d get his act in order and take the lead on everything.
He’d decorate the room himself after discussing your ideas, handling everything from building the furniture to painting the walls. It was more manual labor than he’d done in decades, but he wasn’t about to sit back and watch you do it.
Your health, your happiness, and the baby’s well-being become a priority to him and he’s fiercely protective of you both. You won’t have to lift a finger any longer. And when the baby is finally born, he’d kill anyone that puts his child in harm’s way. And that is something that will continue for a very very long time.
Ticket taker
Disgruntled and agitated. He wasn’t entirely confident that his kind could get a human pregnant, yet you’d take a few tests that came out positive. And the most damning evidence of all—you hadn’t had your period in over a month.
The hat is flung across the tent as his gloved hands sink into his hair and tugging. You’d never seen him this distressed. Truthfully, this was as close to fear as he’d been in a very long time. Perhaps it was fear.
It took him a while to come to terms with loving a human, but having a half-human child? How was he to handle this?
The shock of it all sent both of you to separate sides of the tent in need of space. However, once Ticket taker accepted and processed the situation, he’d immediately go into project mode.
Books will be purchased and read as soon as possible. He’ll even highlight and mark certain spots and insist you read it too. It’s only right you both have all the knowledge necessary.
Throughout the pregnancy he’s diligent and working himself nearly to death to handle the circus and take care of all your needs. Even when you ask him to take a break, he can’t. It’s how he copes with the fears of being a father. He’ll make sure all the supplies are handled and acquired. (If he needs help building he’ll make Pierrot and Harlequin help.)
Ticket taker makes something of a formal introduction (by his standards) when the baby is born. He introduces himself and when you bring him (whoa Freudian slip ig you had a son, congrats) home, Ticket taker gives him a tour of the area.
More than he ever imagined, something clicks in his brain, and Ticket taker is immediately overwhelmed with the urge to protect this baby from the world and teach him everything he knows.
Can we get some platonic hc from the Freak Circus for a kid darling? Like Pierrot wants to adopt darling.
yes! ofc dearest <3 tysm for requesting!! I was gonna do this anyway haha but i was so happy someone else wanted to see it :) i know you said kid darling, but i never really specify in my writing so its up to interpretation! It is platonic and they do treat reader like a kid!
The Freak Circus Platonic Yandere HCs
Preface (not a real story, I usually don't pace this quickly -- I just had some fun imagining it, HCs are below this!):
Pierrot knew from the moment you first helped him out on the streets… You would be his child. You were so small, so fragile and yet you still chose to stand up for him. What a noble little one!
He follows you around happily on the first day. There’s more than enough flyers around town. He’s sure Jester won’t mind…
When he sees how lonely you are, with no caretakers at all, he feels sad. You must’ve been waiting so long for him to find you!
He corners you to hand over his red ticket later, “Come play with me at the circus,” he whispers sweetly in your ear.
You go because well, free circus.
Ticket Taker is surprised to see a “child” with a red ticket. “You shouldn’t be here,” he smiles kindly. “This circus might be too scary for you.”
You’re a bit offended honestly. “I am not that young!”
Ticket Taker absolutely refuses.
You, of course, sneak in. Harlequin’s tent is your first stop. You’re enthralled with his story and you can’t help but shout for more.
“My, my… so noisy.” he glances your way. “Who let a child come in? Oh. Of course it was Pierrot,” he huffs a fit of laughter. “Well, well, well. You’re cute. I think I’ll keep you for myself.”
He gives you a shiny green pin. It’s so pretty that you don’t refuse.
Then your world goes black…
You hear an argument when you wake up. The aggressive jingles of Pierrot’s bells are faintly recognizable as Harlequin teases him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen any children today.” Harlequin says, voice betraying mischief.
“I’ll kill you,” Pierrot growls.
“Oh really? I’d like to see you try.”
Pierrot pushes Harlequin back into the tent. You watch as he stabs his shoulder.
Wide eyed and afraid, you huddle further into the corner…
Now, onto HCs!
Platonic Pierrot HCs:
He’d want to be your “papa.”
He wants to spoil you a lot and make your favorite foods.
He’s super affectionate and always keeps you in his sight unless you’re with someone he trusts (anyone else in the circus other than Harlequin).
He’s very overprotective. He doesn’t want you to see the bad or violent side of him.
He’s super gentle and afraid of hurting you. He thinks you’re so tiny (no matter how big you are) and that you need to be protected from the world.
He talks to you a lot in private and loves singing to you or reading bedtime stories.
“Come little one, let’s play patty cake together! Aren’t you so much happier with me?”
Platonic Harlequin HCs:
Now, although Pierrot found you first, Harlequin is determined to make you his.
Think of him as the cool uncle. Fatherhood isn’t really his thing.
He’s always causing mischief with you. He goads you into doing things that would normally get him in trouble.
He won’t admit it, but he likes entertaining you and wants you to have fun with him. He often hides you from Pierrot to be a menace and to teach you “bad” things.
“Oh come on now, aren’t I a better caretaker than that stuck-up Pierrot? Why don’t you live in my tent from now on? Pierrot will never know~”
Platonic Ticket Taker HCs:
Although he was against keeping you at first, he’s actually quite doting.
He likes reading quietly with you or teaching you basic skills.
He’s parental in a way, but there’s no label on your relationship.
He’s actually the most consistent in keeping you away from blood and gore.
He thinks you’re too young to be exposed to that, and as much as he won’t admit it… he’s grown protective of you too.
“Come along now dear, would you like to help me make some tea?”
Platonic Doctor HCs:
He was the last to find out about you, the new “addition” to the family.
Honestly, he doesn’t really mess with Pierrot’s things, but you’re just such a wonderful subject he can’t help it…
He’s actually quite gentle with you, but he does like experimenting.
He’ll give you a check-up every time he sees you, just to stay consistent.
You’re like his little test subject, except he’s genuinely invested in keeping you healthy and alive.
“Close your eyes sweetness, it’s all just to make you better. It’ll just be a little pinch. I’ll even get you extra dessert later, how about that?”
Platonic Jester HCs:
When he found out Pierrot and Harlequin were fighting over a child this time, he was rather disapproving. He thought that they agreed not to involve children in their operations.
But… he did warm up to you. He gets pretty ticked off if you call him anything other than Jester, but he acts a lot like a father (mommy Jester 💜 /lh)
“No, don’t do that.” he sighs, holding you up by the scruff of your shirt collar. “Did Harlequin put you up to this? What did I tell you? You have to be good if you want to stay.”
“I don’t want to stay anyway!”
“Oh? Is that so? Well, I'm afraid you don’t have a choice, child.”
He’d never admit it, but you’ve become an irreplaceable part of the family.
You’re the heart that reminds them what it is to be human.
WARNINGS: Jester being a diva / Suggestive / Mentions of Pet dynamic / Bondage implications / The Freak Circus is for 18+ only, Neko has expressed this multiple times please respect Neko's wishes and go away if you are under the age of 18.
Pierrot / Harlequin / Doctor / Ticket Taker / Columbina
Let's get one thing clear, Jester doesn’t view romance in the same light as the others in his family. Whilst he does understand the value of having a romantic partner or at least a companion - Just look at how much he cares for his family. At first Jester may seem quite detached from you, viewing you mostly as a pet, a temporary reprieve. But if you manage to hold on and keep a grip on his heart, eventually you’ll see a side of him reserved for a select few.
Jester can be rather possessive over you, not to the same degree as Pierrot would be. However he has his moments of wanting you and only you - and he will let others around you know just who you belong to. I wouldn’t put it past him to put an actual leash on you when you're at the circus just to emphasise the point. Or at least some kind of collar preferably purple.
And the same note he can be VERY overprotective of you. Whilst he won’t baby you, if someone ever disrespects you, hurt your feelings, or god forbid actually physically harms you - Jester will make damn sure they won’t be a problem or even a passing thought in your mind again. Now don’t get me wrong, Jester loves to make fun of you often taking advantage of how much weaker you are compared to him to keep hold of the power dynamic he has over you. But someone else doing that he will not tolerate.
Jester absolutely DESPISES being touched. This shouldn't be a surprise to anyone given what he has been through. He will touch you, in fact he touches you a lot, but if you try to return any form of affection? No, just no. If he ever lets you touch him you must hold the key to heavens gates. And even then its small, he may let you hold his hand for a moment or two - or something along those same lines.
He knows exactly what to say and when to say it to make your knees weak and your heart race. Knowing that he can sway you with just his words and make you weak for him gives his ego such a giant boost. He knows how to make your heart race, using careful and calculated words to make your head beat for him and only him. Before you know it he’ll have you clinging to him like hes the only life line you have left.
Jester almost never uses your name once he’s grown an attachment to you - His go to is darling or dearest. It feels like honey anytime he calls you one. But on very quiet moments, he’ll let a sweetheart slip out and it's almost hypnotic how sweet it is.
His name though? No. It's Jester. Call him Jester. No nicknames
If you have hair, Jester has quite the fondness for it. He loves quiet moments with you, having your head on his lap and just stroking your hair, moving loose strands away from your face. On rare occasions he’ll brush your hair, and if it's long enough: he’ll style it for you as well. These little moments are some he secretly cherishes. He’ll never let you know that though.
Despite this, Jester keeps his physical touch to a minimum. And in public it's almost nonexistent - really he only touches your shoulder in public to grab your attention or guide you somewhere, other than that, he likes to stand directly behind you, often leaning close to your ear to say something to you.
It's no mystery that Jester is a fan of being in control, he prefers someone who will obey him without a second thought. And sometimes it does feel as if you are nothing but a pet to him, a plaything. Yet Jester has his ways of showing you he does care for you. Subtle ways, but they are there.
The way he always notes when you’ve done something well. He’ll always notice if you changed something about yourself, even if it's super subtle, he’ll notice and compliment you. Patting your head when you are nervous. Small but meaningful things to let you know you’re more than a distraction to him.
If you get to know him enough and eventually he grows enough to trust you. He will slightly release just how much of a hold he has on you. He’ll let more things slide than before. Whilst he does still have the power over you, and will still make you submissive to him, he’ll start easing back more. On the rare occasion letting you have a bit of control.
WARNINGS: Doctor birb energy / Blood mentioned / Mentions of violence / experimenting /The Freak Circus is for 18+ only, Neko has expressed this multiple times please respect Neko's wishes and go away if you are under the age of 18.
Doctor is a night owl through and through. I’ve mentioned this before and imma mention it again. He hates the sun and will almost never go out in it unless he has to. Ticket Taker calls for him as an example. Other than that, he remains in his tent where it is dark, it is quiet, there are no distractions, no messes to clean up, no fights to break up, just him and his work. So, whenever you visit his tent as a surprise, it does make his day less gloomy. You are the only light he allows in his life and he’s keeping it that way.
However if the two of you are walking somewhere together, you’ll never have to worry about something happening. You will never feel in danger around him, he’s your safe space and he prides himself on this.
He’s intimidating as all hell and the way stands completely straight, even when walking. Very unnerving. This man is a 7ft plague doctor built like a brick wall. No one's trying something unless they are incredibly stupid. You’ll feel completely fine, heck you may not even notice.
Doctor isn’t a hand holder in my eyes, does he like to hold your hand? Yes but not in the usual, walking down the street, look at us, way. He’ll take your hands in his whenever you are sitting together and he will just examine your hand, gently moving your fingers with his to watch them move; or if you are cold he’ll hold your hands in his and lightly rub them together, he’s naturally very warm so it's like a mini fireplace.
Arm linker, that's what I think the Doctor is, and I think he gets that from a mix of Ticket Taker, and the plague doctor outfit he styles himself in. If for any reason you are just walking around the circus grounds with him - usually when it's darker outside - he’ll offer his arm for you to hold, he’ll do this when leading you out of his tent as well. He loves it if you lean on him when walking like this as well.
Will listen to heavy metal with you. If you start playing System of a Down to him, this man will lock in to whatever he’s working on. It's like a switch, one minute he’s having a nice conversation with you whilst he’s looking over a ‘previous patient's blood work’ then you put the music on? His shoulders relax and he gains this focused energy about him. It's quite nice watching him work like this. Don’t worry, he’ll still be listening if you are talking to him, he just won’t respond as often.
As your Doctor, he cares about your health and well-being above all else, this also includes your safety.
If for any reason, you do not feel safe, contact him, go to him, talk to him. He’ll sort it out, cleaning up ‘messes’ is something he’s good at. If it's something to do with your surroundings and not people, he’ll walk around with you till that feeling goes away. Doctor has walked you home during the night before. But if it's another person? His eyes will change to red - That's the only sign you get he's pissed off. He’ll keep you near Ticket Taker, or direct you to one of the other shows, whilst he goes and ‘talks’ to this person. When he returns to you, his eyes will be back to normal and he’ll start rambling about a new experiment he tried whilst you were gone, and he will go into great detail, if you want him to.
Will he ask to perform experiments on you? Yes, are they dangerous? no, Will they hurt you? God no! He reserves those for ‘special’ patients. You are special in a different way to him. No, the experiments he conducts on you are harmless, he’s fascinated by every part of you, so he loves to see how your body reacts to things. He likes to stimulate your mind, get you to think as well so he’ll often throw a problem he’s having your way and get your view on it.
Every single time, you visit him, doesn’t matter if you are just there to say hi before you go somewhere, EVERY TIME he will stop you and place his hand on your chest to feel your heartbeat, yes he knows the pressure points are easier, yes his stethoscope is directly behind him. Does he care? no. He will do this, every. single. goddamn. time. If you ask why, he shushes you and just stays there before moving back like nothing happened, he’ll never answer why he does it. Think on that one yourselves.
Collector birb, he loves collecting things, may his skull collection rest in peace. So if you collect things? Now you both collect things, Doctor will help you fill in any gaps in your collection and loves to give you little trinkets from his! He trusts you and knows you’ll take care of whatever he gives you. And sometimes what he gives you is um… questionable. But if you could see the smile on his face when he gives you an original pear of anguish - you may rethink throwing it at him. (Though if someone gave me that my historical brain would start doing backflips cuz thats cool as hell)
Doctor does enjoy touch, not to the same extent as Pierrot, and he won’t engage in touch as much as Harlequin. But every time he does touch you, it's meaningful, purposeful. A hand on your cheek, cuddling you into his lap, wrapping his cloak around you whenever you’re cold. I already mentioned the heart thing. He isn’t clingy but you’ll know he’s always got you in mind.
He does love holding your waist whenever you are standing in front of him, he’s especially fond if you put your hands on his chest whilst talking to him. It's surprisingly intimate yet very natural for the two of you. Doctor also carries you a lot, Usually it's the bridal carry, sometimes he’ll perch you on his shoulders like a bird (role reversal?) But usually the first one. And he’ll do it randomly too.
He can read you like a book. Every emotion, every minor adjustment, every movement, he knows you inside and out nothing gets past him. If you are feeling upset he will know about it and don’t lie to him he hates that. He may be your ‘Doctor’ but you are his darling and he will take care of you mentally and physically. That's his job, literally.
Doctor has a sense of humour, it's dryer than my social life, but it's there! We even saw him attempt to make a joke during the game. And though being funny isn’t his thing, he does attempt to make you laugh sometimes. Usually it's to see how you react when he says something off hand or out of character, though sometimes it is also just for his own amusement in seeing u chuckle.
(This originally was double the length it is now… i had to cut a thought, or ten. Can you tell he's my favrouit? Is it that obvious? Nahhhhhhh)
WARNINGS: Harlequin being cocky / Mention of biting / Blood mentioned / The Freak Circus is for 18+ only, Neko has expressed this multiple times please respect Neko's wishes and go away if you are under the age of 18.
Pierrot / Doctor / Ticket Taker / Jester / Columbina
Harlequin you absolute diva. This man has near to zero shame when it comes to PDA. You two could be walking around the circus grounds and out of the corner of his beady little eyes, he’d spot someone looking over at you. And this green goblin would just grab hold of your waist and make out with you like it's a completely normal thing to do in a public place. Then shrug you off when you try to call him out on it.
It should come as nooooo surprise that this man is a teasing king. He knows it, his family knows it, you know it, the ants know it, everybody knows it. You better believe he will use his flirtatious hold on you to his advantage every chance he gets. He can be an ass about it though, sometimes he’ll take his words a bit too far and can make situations uncomfortable - although this is rare. And if you call him out on it, he will attempt to avoid the same situation again.
He will bite you, all the god damn time. Doesn’t matter why, he will bite you, and he loves it every time. One he does it to tell everyone that you are his, and you best believe he does it in an obvious spot. Two he also does it as a way to annoy you, he knows you hate it, and he loves that you hate it cuz it gets you all flustered. Though he will never bite you hard. It’s hard enough to make a mark but not hard enough to make it hurt like the devil more of a pin prick. Just OW oh okay that's fine.
The one thing Pierrot and Harlequin can both agree on is they hate sharing. Period
Harles doesn’t trust Pierrot, Pierrot doesn’t trust Harlequin. Do they care for each other? Deep down yes, they won’t admit it to themselves but they do have a small amount of care in them despite everything. Unlike Pierrot however, Harlequin does enjoy anytime you interact with Pierrot because it's a golden ticket to annoy him, will you scold him for it later? maybe, is it worth it? 100% he gets to see Pierrot cracked. 10/10 will do it again.
He is very very possessive over you. Whilst he isn’t obsessive like Pierrot would be or down right ownership dynamic like Jester: He does want you all to himself a lot of the time. He has had to share, fight and claw his way for everything he’s ever had. Always second best never first, and because of that it made him weary of losing what he does have.
As a result, Harlequin tends to go into his shell a lot of the time when he’s feeling overwhelmed by his own mind. This causes him to say meaner things than he normally would, his rebuttals to your comments are sharper than normal, and he’ll distance himself until he knows he won’t hurt you in a way he can’t take back.
Now Harles is not the best when it comes to personal feelings. Or just feelings in general, he’s had to box them away for so long he doesn’t know how to bring them back out again. Just be patient with him. When he gets there he may not ask for comfort or words, sometimes he will just come and sit in the same room as you, just being in your presence and feeling you there next to him is enough.
As for comforting you, he's at a loss. Again he is not good with comforting words, he can read you for filth or make your heart so flustered it's gonna explode from a single word. But seeing you hurt, or crying, it cracks him. This is one of the few times he will allow you to initiate physical touch over him doing it. Since he is painfully aware he can’t use his words to help, he’ll let you hug him like a squishmellow until you feel better. If you fall asleep on him when your emotions become too much, he won’t move, he will still be right where you left him when you wake up. Though I'd recommend letting him go quite quickly. Man can only take so much.
However, Harles ADORES to touch you, his hand running up and down your back, turning your chin to look at him, tracing your neck with his claws to get reactions out of you, just anything he can do to make you flustered. It’s something he relishes in, being able to have you all to himself from just a touch.
If you attempt to return this affection however and touch him, brain shut down. Harles doesn't dislike touch, he loves it! But he doesn't quite know how to process it. Much like Jester he’s only had negative experiences with it so he becomes defensive. That being said, if you do touch him, he’ll shake off the feeling and instead force a smirk and flip the script, grabbing your hand and holding them away from him so he can be back in the lead again.
Cuddling with Harlequin is a tricky situation to reach. But once he gets out of his lil gremlin bubble, he is a cuddle monster, he’ll hate it whenever you bring it up - The moment you reach out for him to cuddle you, he's diving in like an Olympic diver. He’ll wrap his arms around you and hold you against his chest whilst leaning back against the sofa, the bed wherever you are and just rub circles on your back. If you know about his tendrils and are comfortable with them, he will wrap them around your legs or waist: Not in a sexual way but as a comforting way, he feels closer to you like this than he does just using his ‘human’ arms.
Harlequin can’t cook for nothing and he will throw a fit if you ask him to make you something. In fact he hates ‘manual labour’ in general, he is a performer darling, an actor, and entertainer. He doesn’t clean dishes. But when you give him… that look… He’ll clean yeah sure no problem right away! Please don’t throw your shoe. Still hates it though. Cooking's Pierrot's thing.
It's no secret that EVERY circus member would kill for their partner, even Ticket Taker: I mean Pierrot literally did kill for mc. Though all of them have their own methods. In Harlequins case, he isn’t going to off someone just because they were rude to you, he will side eye them real hard and throw in a snarky comment to make them feel as small as an atom. But if they physically hurt you? Different story. Pierrot would kill someone quickly, brutally but quickly. Harlequin will make it slow, methodical, purposeful, painful - if he can draw it out, he will. Man doesn’t f around when it comes to those he cares for.
