• Your life is pretty weird to say the least lmao.
• However, let's say this is before everything went downhill for Spamton!
• Big Shot era Spamton and Tenna are a duo, for sure. Especially since Spamton would get his little prince/princess/royalty anything they so well desired.
•Tbh, They're both really absent fathers no matter what place in time it is.
•Tenna tries his best to keep you away from the limelight but that's incredibly hard when he himself is so recognizable.
•But after Spamton leaves Tenna is completely overprotective, because what if you turn out like that bloody mailman?
•Having split parents is especially weird after Spamton makes his deal. Since, he still is your father! Only a little off..and different.
•You learn how to properly scam people.
•It almost feels like a piece of you was stolen after Spamton makes his deal..
•Tenna doesn't talk about Spamton as much when they break away or why you even feel different.
•While absent, Spamton and Tenna did their best to raise you, after all, you were the two's everything. Maybe one last comfort session would be nice..
Heyyyy I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where a child!reader first made it to TADC and they are just very young and scared and either Jax or Kinger takes them under his wing.
☆ A Pawn in A Cirus — Kinger & Child!Reader Fic ☆
Genre: Familial, Hurt/Comfort || They/them pronouns for reader || Warning for angst involving depersonalization, loss of identity, isolation, typical Cirus member fears
A/N: May I offer some Dad!Kinger comfort in these trying times,, (feat. Older brother figure Jax)
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You anxiously stepped down the hallway of doors, nervously looking around. A lot of the members of The Circus had been very carefully kind to you, almost as if they were handling glass. Despite reassuring words and offered help, you couldn't shake your nerves being here. Who were these people? Why can't you go home? Everything was so bright, but instead of comfort, it only brought you fear. Nothing was familiar, not even your own name. Who were you before? Sometimes even you can't remember. And with all the noises, and that teeth-headed guy following you everywhere, it was just so much. Too much. Too quiet, too loud, too-
"There you are" A calm, rather disinterested voice said. You practially jumped a foot in the air (or, knowing the loose logistics of this world, maybe you really did) at the interruption to your thoughts. You looked up, seeing a purple bunny avatar leaning against the wall that opened to the hallway. "Geez, I thought rabbits were supposed to be the jumpy ones. Way to take my job, kid" Jax teased. His chuckling awkwardly tapered off when he noticed your eyes were growing damp and your lip trembled. "You really don't know how to take a joke either, huh?" Jax sighed. He suddenly grunted when you ran forwards to latch onto his leg. You gave a pitifully said noise as you looked up at him. "I can't find dad!" You announced sadly
"Dad-?" Jax repeated "You mean Kinger? That old nutcase is barely there for himself, how could-". You held Jax's leg tighter, the sadness growing in your eyes. There was a tremble to your arms from the desperation you felt. A tangible reminder that, well... you were scared. Jax rolled his square pupils with a big huff "Fine, come on, I saw his fort not far from here". He nudged you off of him, strolling forwards with a slightly slower gait. You jogged a little to keep up, practically hiding behind him
"You got lost or something?" Jax asked. You looked up at him and nodded "I was talking with Gangle, but...". "I can only imagine how fun that was" Jax grinned to himself "She show you her anime figures?". "Nuh-uh, we were drawing" You responded simply. Jax laughed a little "Oh, of course! What else is there to do around here, huh? Well... except look out for the monsters". "M-Monsters?" You asked, feeling your shoulders tense at the mention. But Jax was grinning widely. "Yeah, didn't you hear? If you don't eat what Bubble gives you at dinner, those big monsters might get ya" He said, raising his hands up and slowly getting closer as he talked
"Nooo!" You whined sadly, clinging to him once again. Jax put a hand on your head, once more nudging you off. "Hey, come on, don't cry-" He said, looking a little uncomfortable "I was joking! What's gotten into you, huh? You're never so serious". Despite that, you kept looking over your shoulder for the rest of the walk. When finally making it to the fort of pillows, Jax kicked at one of them "Kinger, hey. Got your kid here". The front pillow acting as a door slid open, Kinger poking his head out "Kid? Congratulations! When did you have one of those?"
"Dad!" You almost yelped. You zipped past the both of them, crawling into the safety of the fort that you'd come to call your home. Kinger glanced at you, before looking back up at Jax. "I think they're the pillow's kid" He said. Jax scoffed out a chuckle. "Yeah, have fun with that" He said before walking back from where he came. Kinger sat back, sliding the pillow-door closed. The light from The Circus was blocked out, leaving a tranquil dimness. Kinger's gaze became a little less unfocused as he looked at you, his conscious slowly coming back to him
You'd curled into the far wall, leaning into the comfort of the plush for stability. Kinger sat back, his robe curling up so his knees (did he even have those anymore?) could press against his chest. "I don't like it out there..." You admitted softly, scooting across the floor to get closer to him "It's so… scary. I wanna go home". Kinger lifted one of his hands, and you took the opportunity to curl up to his side. Your face buried into the collar of his robes as you sniffled into the fabric
You sniffled once again, wiping at your eyes. "It's hard" You admitted softly "I try to play with you guys, but it doesn't feel like any fun. I don't like it here". "Well, maybe this fort can be your own little space, then" Kinger offered "Anything that keeps you safe is worth hanging on to". "Then... can I keep staying with you?" You asked hesitantly, fearing the possibility of denial "I can be quiet if you want! I just really like it here"
You felt a gentle hand rest on your back, the thumb petting across your spine. "You saw Gangle today, right?" Kinger asked. You nodded against him and replied with a muffled "Mhm. We drew". "That was fun, wasn't it?" The older chess piece asked. You leaned back enough to look up at him, nodding once again. "It's always scary to be somewhere new," Kinger began, his hand petting the top of your head "But being with the right people can make it easier. I'm sure it's not a great home, but I hope you can find something that makes you happy here. Like drawing"
"No need, I like hearing you talk" Kinger reassured "It's nice to hear someone else's voice for once. It's been a while since I had the company. You can keep staying". You let out a big breath of relief before letting out a small 'oh!' and digging in your back pocket. You produced a folded-up paper, holding it out to Kinger "Here, before I forget". He accepted it, gently opening it and smoothing out the creases in his lap as you rested your head against him. Inside was a scribbled doodle of yourself, a shaky purple Kinger right next to you. A butterfly was between you both, right over your held hands
"You made this?" Kinger asked, oddly surprised. "Yeah! With Gangle, remember?" You explained with a smile. Kinger's eyes were soft, and he gave you a tight side-hug. "I love it. I'll keep it right here with me" He promised softly, tucking it under his robe in what was presumably a pocket, but could have also been hammerspace. Either way, it was tucked away for safety. Just like you in the fort. Warm, surrounded by comfort, and with your sorta-dad beside you. Your chest finally didn't feel tightly coiled with worry, and you could actually breathe
"Hey, dad?" You spoke up gently "Can you tell me about bugs again? Pleaseee?". Kinger chuckled, his hand wrapping around you once again. "Let's see... there's this type of caterpillar I think you'll really love" He began. As he listed off the facts he could remember, you closed your eyes, using his voice as soothing white noise. Not only did it calm your mind, but it helped Kinger recall a part of himself that was taken long ago. You didn't know it, of course, but Kinger was absolutely sure if she were still here, she'd love you just as he does
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