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I NEED ITTTTTTTT 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😫😫😫🙏🫶💕💕💕💕 someone was writing a fic abt it but its been a long while since and i really wanna read Pierrot being in heat 😔 pretty plsssss? 🥹 with afab reader- and she/her pronounce if possible- but if not, then gender neutral is fine too!!!! <,3
MY LOVE YOURE A GENIUSS
i got carried away with this ask (tysm for requesting!!) so i hope yall enjoy xoxo
PART 2 HERE
warnings: MDNI smut, pierrot in heat (obvs), mention of jester, jester is a lil shit and he knows it, AFAB she/her reader, overstim, pierrot has a knot, authors a monsterfucker and struggles to hide it in his fanfics, size kink, heavy breeding kink, pierrot is desperate but also a gentleman, praise (for pierrot and reader <3), reader gets referred to as a toy once or twice but not in a degrading way i swear. uhhh if i missed any lmk!
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The Show Must Go On.
That was the mentality all the members of the circus seemed to share. Whether injury, or insult, or waking up on the wrong side of the bed, you did your show and you didn’t complain. Or, kept complaining to a minimum at least. It wasn’t about the guests; no, it was about survival. More ticket sales meant more money meant more food, which meant survival. This was both silently understood and explicitly stated by all of the circus members. So, when one person’s show went awry…
“Jester!” you chirped, for the first time in your life relieved to see the purple monster. He grinned slyly as he turned to you, not letting your sudden enthusiasm go unnoticed.
“Oh, Pierrot’s pet, what a lovely surprise,” he hummed calmly, standing straight as he looked down at you, his grin menacing. You shuddered at his intimidating presence. Still, you continued to smile up at him.
He always called you that. You were sure he knew you by name, but you had never once heard him utter it, always electing to call you Pierrot’s pet instead. You didn’t mind much, outside of a bit of embarrassment and annoyance. You knew your place in the circus.
“Listen, Jester, I can’t find Pierrot, and I know his show starts in, like, 5 minutes. I was wondering if you’d seen him?” you asked, unable to hide the concern in your voice. It wasn’t like Pierrot to wander off right before a show. He was always prepared, always straightening his hat or sharpening his knives backstage, so this sudden change left you… antsy.
Jester frowned, raising a brow as he looked down at you. You wrung your hands out nervously, instinctively avoiding eye contact as his presence threatened to suffocate you. You hadn’t meant to get Pierrot in trouble, you were simply worried about him. Besides, he’d been acting off lately. He was constantly fidgeting, with his clothes, hat, hair, anything. More than that, he’d been much more touchy as of recent as well. He already hung off of you 24/7, but as of recently it was getting ridiculous. Seriously, he growled when you tried to go shower. Shower. How weird he’d been the past few days mixed with his sudden disappearance… you found yourself willingly asking for the Jester’s help.
“Pet,” he said, his tone careful, “has your dear Pierrot been acting… off, to you?” he asked, as if he already knew. You nodded hesitantly, eyeing Jester warily. After a few tense moments of you studying each other, Jester's signature eerie smile returned, and he let out a hum. “Be a good girl and don’t go far, hm?” he said, patting your face in a condescending manner. Your face burned red in embarrassment as he turned and quickly left, footsteps thick with determination.
Trusting Jester to locate your Pierrot, you pulled out your phone, staying in place like Jester asked. You opened some shitty mobile game to pass the time, thankful that the circus had terrible service, so the ads didn’t play mid game. You were unaware of what was happening around you, feeling safe to focus on your phone instead of the setting you were in, as you already knew many of the secrets the circus held. Despite the horrors that persisted here, you knew that Pierrot’s love for you kept you safe from harm here, so long as you stayed quiet.
Immersed in your phone, you failed to notice the guests walking away from Pierrot’s tent, disappointed. You failed to notice the Closed for Maintenance, Come Back Later to See the Show! sign being put at the entrance.
You failed to notice the figure hovering behind you, until one strong arm latched around your midsection, the other covering your mouth.
You screamed instinctively, thrashing a bit against your captor. But their grip was strong, inhuman…
You stilled upon realizing it was one of the circus members, knowing you’d likely just be picked up and put somewhere else in the circus. It happened often, unfortunately. They all truly treated you like a pet, picking you up and placing you down somewhere nearby, either to be entertaining for them, or for you to be out of immediate danger. Pierrot, Jester, Doctor, Harlequin, hell even Ticker Taker was guilty of it. Guess they find that easier than an ‘excuse me’...
“What a good pet you are,” Jester purred teasingly in your ear as he began to walk towards Pierrot’s tent. You tried to glance up, but he kept your head forward, making sure your eyes were on your destination. “Thank you for alerting me to the issue with your… owner. I am happy to report that I found him!” he chirped, eerily elated.
“Oh! Is he alright?” you asked, now worried as you saw the ‘out of order’ sign at the mouth of the tent.
Behind you, Jester smiled. “Unfortunately, he seems to be feeling a bit… stressed. Would you mind going in and- I don’t know, helping him out?” he asked. You shuddered at the hint of sadism in Jester’s tone. Clearly, he wasn’t telling you everything. When did he? Still, you were always willing to help Pierrot, no matter the task.
Jester was counting on this.
“I’ll help, but, what exactly am I help-”
You were rudely cut off as Jester set you down, shoving you through the mouth of the tent. “Pierrot! Here she is!” he announced gleefully. You looked back at him, confused. You were met with the menacing glint in Jester’s eyes, before the lip of the tent shut, leaving you in complete darkness.
Turning around, you went to call out to Pierrot, but were rendered silent by the sight in front of you.
Glowing amber pupils illuminated his maskless face just barely, enough for you to tell he had forgone his mask but not enough to make out any features. You could make out a bit of the ivory shade of his hair if you squinted, but it paled in comparison to that gentle glow. As you glanced down, you shuddered, only realizing he was naked as you saw the tip of his cock illuminated in that same radiant shade of amber. You saw his hard cock bob as he slowly stalked forward, slowly closing in on you like a predator would prey.
It was easy to forget just how much bigger Pierrot was compared to you until he was closing in on you like this, your neck craning up as he neared. He growled as he got closer, the sound rattling some primal fear deep in your bones. On instinct, you backed up, tripping over your feet in your shocked haste, landing on your ass roughly. You glanced up, watching Pierrot begin to crawl over you. You were shaking in fear, not so much of your Pierrot, but more so the shock of the situation. Still, the scent of your fear wafted into the air, the monster scenting the air lightly as he hovered over you.
Your fear was quickly quenched as Pierrot let out a dramatic purr, laying his entire body weight over you, smothering you with his affection. He said nothing, just continuing that loud, rumbling purr as he nuzzled into your neck. You felt his cock jump against your leg as he indulged in your scent, but you chose to ignore it for now, more focused on figuring out what was going on now that you knew Pierrot nor you were in any immediate danger.
“Pierrot, love, what's wrong?” you asked, voice honeyed and sweet as you brought a hand up, going to caress his hat as you always did. Instead, you were met with the hard keratin sheath of his horns. You’d felt them under his hat before, but feeling them so openly like this had your hands wandering in wonder. You brought your other hand up, exploring the new parts of Pierrot you’d been exposed to. His purring only got louder, and he nuzzled more enthusiastically into your neck, drool beginning to slide down the sensitive skin there.
You shivered, panting softly. You felt terrible for getting worked up while something was clearly up with Pierrot, enough to cancel his show apparently, but you really couldn’t help it, especially when he was so… sweet like this. He was always sweet with you, of course, but right now he seemed almost… domesticated? Whatever it was, it made your knees weak.
You heard Pierrot growl above you, your only warning before he pressed a needy kiss to your lips. His tongue wasted no time bullying into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist greedily as he began to rut his cock against your leg. He grunted, shuddering as he moved against you like you were a toy, something to work his frustration off against.
“P-Pierrot,” you panted out, head turning to the side to break the kiss, trying to get answers first. Pierrot didn’t take kindly to this, moving one clawed hand up to your face, meanly squeezing your cheeks as he forced you into another kiss. “Pmmrow-” you tried to slur against his mouth, before you were silenced by his large tongue sliding in, rendering any attempt at speech useless. You whimpered softly, eyelids fluttering shut on instinct at the pleasure. He always knew how to unravel you, make you weak for him in every way possible. That was how he liked you- needy, wet, desperate. Still, you tried to keep hold of at least a couple of brain cells for now, at least until you got some answers.
Pierrot pulled away from your lips. Your eyes had adjusted a bit to the dark, but only enough to make out basic shapes around you. His pupils were blown, completely heart shaped, illuminating his upper face. His skin was an inky black color, slightly amber tinged thanks to the glow of his pretty eyes. You could make out his teeth as well. Those sharp, unforgiving teeth of his, his mouth curled around them in an almost drunk smile. He looked unhinged. He looked feral.
He looked pathetic.
“Pierrot, are you ok?” you tried once more, bringing a hand up to cradle his face. He placed a hand over yours, holding it to his face as his inhuman tongue curled around it, trailing some down your wrist as he moaned at the taste of your skin. You shivered, but frowned, trying again. “Honey, I can’t help if I don't know what's going on,” you cooed, trying to coax even a few words out of him.
“My… heat…” he rasped out, voice thick with need and accent heavy in his distracted state. You raised a brow, cocking your head.
“Heat? What, like, mating season?” you asked incredulously. He nipped at your palm, before nuzzling against it again, nodding as he looked up at you with those needy doe eyes of his. You bit your lip, feeling him continue rutting against you needily. “And you want my help with it?” you asked, trying to keep your tone reassuring. He moaned at the simple thought of it, panting against your palm as he glowered down at you, gaze full of lust.
“M-my lady…” he rasped, “please, I need you. I need to breed you.” His tone was almost pitiful, a raspy whine that showed just how much he needed this, needed you. Taking a deep breath, you nodded.
“It’s ok, baby. Do whatever you need to to feel better,” you reassured.
Wrong choice of words, on your end. Pierrot’s grin sharpened into pure glee, a whine of triumph leaving his lips as he stood abruptly, dragging you up before cradling you in his arms. It felt like only a second before you were into the back part of his tent, being placed gingerly on a pile of blankets and pillows, Your face burned red as he dragged the tips of his claws over your shirt and bra, effectively slicing them in half. You frowned, whining in protest.
“Pierrot-” you groaned in frustration. He just grinned stupidly, looking up at you with joy.
“Whatever I need~” he hissed out, licking over his teeth as your breasts fell, exposed to the cool air of the tent. One hand braced on your hip to keep you still, he brought his free hand to your chest, a soft moan leaving his hips as he gently traced the delicate curves under his fingertips. “Soo beautiful,” he slurred out, leaning forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. You sighed out in pleasure, back arching a bit as you gave him room to do what he needed. He was always so good to you. Baking you treats, keeping you safe… you figured letting him do as he pleased to you wasn’t such a big ask. Plus, you weren't complaining, not with the way electricity shot up your spine as he sucked on your nipple, teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin there. So long as he replaced your bra later, you didn’t mind this one bit.
His hips began to churn against your thigh yet again, the desperate humping motion rocking your body a bit with the force, causing your tits to bounce with the movement. Pierrot groaned, releasing your nipple from his mouth as he panted up at you.
“M-my lady, please, let me in. I need to be inside of you,” he gasped, nearly doubling over as his movements against your thigh grew more rough. You bit your lip, studying the absolute mess Pierrot was right now. Normally, Pierrot took his time with you. Soft, teasing foreplay leading to working you open on his tongue, sometimes for hours, before he gently fucked into you. He was always so careful, knowing he was so much bigger than you. Not just him, but his cock. Every time he entered, you felt the air get punched from your lungs, the stretch stinging your walls. Because of this, your lover always held back, always treated you like damn porcelain despite your insistence that I’m a big girl, Pierrot, I can take it. You felt terrible, knowing that even if he came, it couldn’t have been satisfying. At least, his knot was always an angry red afterwards, pulsing just outsight the entrance of your cunt.
Seeing how pitiful, how desperate Pierrot was right now, you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
You grinned, scratching lovingly at his scalp as his eyes rolled back softly, moaning at the contact. “My love,” you whispered to him, trailing your lips along the edge of his ear teasingly, “I need you to cum inside me. Knot me, breed me. Please, make me your mate,” you moaned, putting an extra slutty edge to your voice just to entice him that much further.
“Fuck- please, my lady I need you!” he whined, fumbling pitifully with your jeans before looking up at you with wide pleading eyes, whining more as he failed to tug them off. You hummed softly at how fucking cute he was in heat, already shoving your jeans and panties down, laying back and spreading your legs for him.
“Fuck, s’pretty-” he slurred, diving forward to your glistening pussy, drool dripping onto the blankets beneath you. Before he could reach his target however, you pushed his head back, making him whimper, his eyes gazing up at you all big and sad.
“Babyyy~ come fuck me already,” you teased. His cock, which had been throbbing since you entered the tent (and probably before), looked painfully hard. As much as you knew he adored your taste, you didn’t want him in pain any longer. He gave a heartbroken glance to your cunt, before moving up, hovering over you, hands gripping your waist to hold you down.
“M-my love, I do not want to hurt you,” he whined, “but I need it, need to feel you around me, I need it more than I need air,” he begged, as if you hadn’t already given him the green light. He was fighting a battle with himself. Not wanting to harm you, versus not wanting his poor cock to hurt anymore. His head was so addled with lust, pheromones and instincts, and yet he was worried about hurting you still.
God, he was so cute.
“What if I ride you?” you asked, trying to give his needy mind a break. He whimpered, looking up at you.
“Won’t you tire?” he asked, as if he didn’t literally drool harder at the thought.
“If I do, I’ll let you take over. Deal?” you wagered, hoping he’d accept.
You grinned as Pierrot nodded, laying back to let you crawl into his lap. As you wrapped a hand around his cock, he cried out, clearly over sensitive. He throbbed hard in your grasp, his heartbeat erratic and firm, tip still glowing that pretty, steady amber hue. It was incredibly helpful in the dark environment, allowing you to line him up with your entrance. His hands shook at your hips, keeping you steady as he ignored every impulse to slam you onto his cock like a fleshlight.
“Nghh- my lady!” Pierrot cried as you began to sink down, biting back a wince at his impossible size. His hips bucked up once, twice, seating you halfway on his cock before you could realize what was happening.
“Holy shit-” you gasped, clenching around him as you struggled to adjust. Still, you kept sinking down lower, although slower than before, truly intent on taking all of him. Pierrot’s hands left your waist, instead grabbing desperately at the blankets beneath the two of you, his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth fell open- the perfect picture of need.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you felt his balls press against your ass, signaling he was fully inside. He was writhing underneath you, cock pulsing against your walls as he babbled out, already pussy drunk.
“Please, dear, ride me, fuck me. I need you so badly my love. You feel so good wrapped around me, so tight, so wet. Please use me, let me breed you. Please, please-” he rambled on, trembling at the effort it took to hold back. You hummed, grinding down on him a bit to watch him grasp harder at the blankets beneath him.
“Pierrot,” you hummed, voice tight with the pleasure of him being seated so deep within you. “I think I’m tired. Won’t you fuck me?” you pleaded, voice low and needy.
His control snapped in an instant, his hands flying to your hips before grinding you down onto his cock, rocking you back and forth as he made sure every inch was inside of you.
“I-I’m sorry, my love, I need you,” he mumbled, before lifting you up as if you were nothing but a toy, a pretty breeding mount for him to relieve himself with. He slammed you back onto his cock, before setting a brutal pace, slamming into you like it was the last thing he’d do.
“You feel so good my lady~” he slurred out, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth hung open, drool trekking down his face. As wrecked as he looked, you didn’t look much better, jaw slack as moans left your lips, soft whines punctuating every time his tip bruised your cervix.
He fucked you hard, cock bullying your walls as he worked his heat out against you. Pretty tears began to well in his eyes as he relieved himself with your cunt, that amber glow framing them as they threatened to spill over. It wasn’t uncommon for Pierrot to get pussydrunk, but you’d never seen him so fucked out before, like the only thought in his head was you and your touch.
“P-Pierrottt-” you drawled out, eyelids fluttering at the pleasure. You leaned forward, bracing your arms around his neck as your forehead rested against his, breath fanning against his face as you panted. He let out a garbled whimper, mouth agape as you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was hot, hungry, his desire for you too much as it spilled over, threatening to overtake you.
“My love-” he panted into the kiss, his thrusts already beginning to lose their rhythm, becoming sloppy. “You’re beautiful, all mine. Mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to breed. Gonna lock you on my knot, gonna make your belly all full and round, full of me, full of-” he whined, cutting off his own words as his knot began to swell, popping in and out of your cunt as he thrusted into you. You felt the walls of your pussy stretch, your entrance catching onto his knot as he kept fucking you silly.
“Fuck, knot me baby, fuck a baby into me, make me yours!” you gasped out, rocking your hips in time with his thrusts. He groaned, slamming you down hard onto his cock, his knot fully swelling as it finally locked the two of you into place.
“S’good, s’full. Breed, yeah, breeding you. My pretty girl, so pretty- so wrecked on my cock,” he babbled out drunkenly, a stupid smile on his face as his hips moved in little circles. His cock twitched with each load of hot cum he shot into you. You moaned, clenching around his cock as your orgasm hit you, rolling over you in waves.
He panted into your neck as he came down, though his cock still twitched in your walls, knot pressing unforgivingly against the edge of your gspot. You whined, hips rocking against it instinctively, even as the pleasure threatened to be too much. “M-my lady-” he groaned, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He worked you against his cock, groaned as his hips bucked up in time. You were already so full of him, full of his cum, but he wanted more. He was insatiable.
“Pierrot, can you even cum again?” you asked, almost scared of the answer. That stupid, drunk smile widened on his face as he looked down at you nodding.
“My love, I can do this even when I’m not in heat, I just don’t want to hurt you,” he giggled, pulling your hips impossibly closer, your clit rubbing on his waist with every rock, making you whine.
“Honeyyy~” you drawled, moving to place your hands on his bare chest. “I don’t want you pent up all the time. I want you to feel good too,” you mumbled, the words hard to utter with the constant pulsing of his cock in your walls.
“You always make me feel good,” he panted, hips beginning to roll in little circles against you. “And I feel so good right now. Need to stuff you full, keep you locked on my dick, pump my cum in you ‘til it takes,” he growled. Any of the relief he felt from cumming was replaced with need yet again, his heat making him insatiable.
“Fuck, Pierrot,” you whimpered, orgasm washing over you yet again at the raw need in his tone. He never stopped moving you, shooting another load in your cunt as you came down from your orgasm. “Pierrot, you done?” you whined, beginning to get oversensitive.
“Nuh uh,” he slurred, beginning to lift your hips. You felt his knot strain against your cunt, making you cry out at the stretch, his knot slowly beginning to pull out of your cunt, Pierrot grunting at the tightness. Finally, his knot fully popped out, cum pouring out of your hole and pooling around his base.
“What’re you doin’?” you mumbled, hole clenching around the length that was still buried in you. He whimpered, no doubt feeling more needy without his knot being milked by your warm cunt.
“Wanna keep fucking you,” he said determinedly. He seated you down on his cock again, seated just above his still-inflated knot. You shuddered as he laid you back against the blankets beneath you, your legs wrapping around his hips as his hands braced on either side of your head. His cock began bullying its way back in again, thrusting into your pussy in that same desperate pace as before. Luckily, your poor cervix got a break, as his knot kept his full length from entering you. Unluckily, his thick cock head was aimed straight for your gspot, ramming against it with every hit, quickly pushing you past overstimulation.
“Pierrot!” you cried out, back arching as your eyes squeezed shut, unable to stay quiet at the overwhelming pleasure. He moaned, laving his tongue over your nipple before sucking at it yet again, losing himself against your body. Each thrust made your hole twitch, your poor clit ache. Even your sensitive entrance was suffering thanks to the battering of his knot against it.
“Such a pretty toy for me,” he whimpered out, “my love helping me, taking my heat like a good girl. Thank you, fuck, thank you,” he gritted out, battering your walls in a bruising pace. You tried to respond, really, but you were so overwhelmed by the pleasure.
His knot still hadn’t deflated by the time he came again, so instead he just braced one hand on your hip, roughly slamming against you until it finally popped back in. He grunted in pleasure, face entirely pleasure drunk as you squealed at the mix of pleasure and pain radiating from your cunt. He kept rutting against you as he came yet again, adding more cum to the already obscene amount in your womb.
“You done?” you whimpered yet again. Pierrot shook his head, humping into you harder.
“Please, please don’t leave. I need to keep fucking you, my lady. Please?” he begged. You winced, the pleasure entirely too much, but you couldn’t deny him, not when he begged so prettily. You whined, but let him continue rutting into you, your cunt tingling with every grind.
…
“Think we should tell her this is gonna go on for a few days?” Ticker taker sighed as he walked past the tent, the circus already closed for the night.
“No, she’ll figure it out. Besides, not like she’d dare deny her sweet Pierrot,” Jester grinned, replaying your sweet overstimulated whines in his head with sadistic glee.
🎪Fandom: The freak circus.
🌹Pairing: Jester x Reader.
🤹🏻 Rating: explicit.
🍿 Summary: Jester treats you like nothing more than a plaything but… are you really just a replaceable toy?
🔞 Warnings: “you’re just a toy” trope, soft moment after rough s3x, internal conflict (him, maybe?), hidden attachment, denial vs. affection.
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Jester loves treating you like his little pet.
Punishing you.
Spanking you.
Ruining you.
Denying you your orgasm, over and over...
You’re just a toy. He always tells you that, and he loves playing with fragile humans.
With you.
And yet, this night, when you fall asleep after hours of relentless, unforgiving sex, Jester gently removes the collar from your neck, then the restraints binding your wrists. He moves closer, his sculpted body pressing near yours. He watches you sleep, listens to your breathing—your chest still heaving as it struggles for air after the intensity of what you’ve done together.
Then… his long fingers, the same ones that have dug into you, scratched, grabbed, held you tight… now brush against you, softly stroking your hair.
He leans in closer.
Jester presses a kiss to your forehead, his long purple hair tickling your face.
Jester isn’t the type to show feelings.
Maybe he doesn’t even have any...
He just passes time in… these strange ways.
But he isn’t satisfied.
Jester takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face upward. He presses his lips to yours—soft, full.
Nothing more.
Just a chaste kiss. Long.
“Goodnight, my dangerous little pet…” he whispers. His expression serious, too serious, almost annoyed.
'I should get up and go sleep somewhere else… but what’s five more minutes, really?' he thought.
So he stayed. Frozen, admiring your fragile, vulnerable face before him. His fingers still stroking your hair, never once moving close to your face.
He wanted to, but he resisted with every monstrous fiber of his being. And he didn’t give in to that strange impulse he couldn’t even understand himself.
You were not his puppet.
But what were you becoming to him, then?
Minutes passes, maybe hours, and his fingers still were in your hair, playing.
And then... slowly, so slowly and for the first time in all his life, he fell asleep beside a human being.
Beside you.
"Goodnight, Jester," you sighed too, opening your eyes and caressing his face once his breathing grew heavy.
Author’s Note: as always... thank you for taking the time to read this short scenario! ♡
⤷It was another moonless night in the Circus. Pierrot actually stopped by the cafe while you were working to let you know that he had a bigger performance tonight & he wanted you to watch.
Why today? You tried to ask, but he remained silent. Still so secretive. You thought he’d at least give you some details about the circus. Even if it was something small - nonetheless, he kept those secrets between him & the circus tents.
“Alright, I’ll see if I can get off early to see your show.” You said, as you wiped one of the tables. Pierrot gave you a smile & a thanks. He remained in the cafe watching you work until he had to leave to prepare.
You managed to get your boss to close the cafe early - he told you that there were some inventory orders & renovations that needed tending too, so he’d close the cafe early for that. You thanked him, & wished you well at the circus’ special night.
You made a pit stop home to change into something a little warmer & nicer than just a your work attire.
As you were walking towards the circus, you noticed there was quite a large amount of people attending. You were silently hoping you’d be able to find a seat.
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Ladies & gentleman a friendly reminder to Circus precautions-
After walking through a sea of people, & saying a little hello to Bil at the entrance- you somehow managed to get a front row seat in Pierrot’s tent. So what if you were two seats away from a couple of slightly annoying girls? You could brush that off, you were here for Pierrot after all.
-Thank you. And now, please give a warm welcome to your entertainment for tonight, The Pierrot!
The spot lights suddenly flashed to the center of the tent, where Pierrot stood, holding a large hanging red in his left hand. Everyone cheered as he gave a bow. You cheered for him as well, excited to see how he’d perform. The girls on your side seemed to get louder though..
He first began dancing around the ribbon, his shadow mimicking him in a similar yet opposite direction. It reminded you of the first show you saw of him, graceful yet slightly unsettling. You didn’t notice until he started pulling his weight up, that he danced himself around the ribbon - wrapping himself in it.
As he pulled higher & higher, each movement was nothing short of impressive, or mesmerizing. At one point, he let go the ribbon- allowing himself to unravel in his tangle & fall almost freely - he stopped just a few feet from the ground. The crowd cheered at his skills - you just let out a sigh of relief. You knew he’d be fine, but there was always that small part of you that did worry about him.
You heard one of the girls on the side gasp at him. “See? I told you he was cool!” One of them said a little loudly. the other one next to her replied, “You weren’t kidding, & he’s totally cute too!” What was that? “I know !! I wonder what he looks like out of his uniform!” You what? “Same!! Ugh, I bet he’s really hot.” You gave them a side glare, but quickly looked away.
You were here for Pierrot, not listening to a few, fangirls. You shouldn’t even entertain the thought of them.
He climbed high where he was at level with the seats you & the audience were in. He began swinging around the tent, getting close to audience members & making children laugh. He eventually made his way to your section. He swung himself in front of the two girls in your section, giving them his usual smile as he earned a giggles from them. “I think he likes you” you heard one of the girls whisper to the other.
Oh you’ll give them a show now.
Knowing Pierrot would swing up to you next, & without really thinking- leaned on the railing- watching Pierrot with a smile as he shifted his weight & began coming towards you. When he was right in front of your face - so close you could see the faint blush on him, you pressed a light feather kiss to his lips. His face bloomed into a deep red as a swung backward with a smile that practically reached his eyes.
You smiled & chuckled to yourself at his reaction.
You knew exactly what you did, & you know everyone saw.
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When the show finally ended, you waited a bit for the crowd to clear out, before finally leaving the tent. You lingered near the tent, hoping to see Pierrot.
“Excuse me,”
You felt someone tap your shoulder. When you turned around, it was the two girls who were in your section. They looked at you with blank stares, you raised a brow almost confused. “Can I help you?” You asked.
The girls then looked at you, & began leaning towards you, seemingly studying your features. You leaned back & sweat dropped.
“Are you in a relationship with the Pierrot?”
“..huh?”
“Well duh, they have to be, why else would they have done that?”
“What-“
“Well it could be a situationship.”
“I mean I guess-“
“Ooh! What if they’re secret lovers?”
“We’re not-“
“Awe that’d be so romantic!!” One of them squealed
“You must see him out of uniform all the time-!” The other fawned.
“Not really. I-“
“Is he sweet to you?”
“Ye-“
“He must be really cute under his mask right?”
“I actually don’t-“
“Do you travel with him for work?”
“No-“
“Do they visit this place often?”
“I’m not-“
“Do you wash his clothes?”
“Why do you—“
“Is he hot underneath his uniform?”
“STOP.” You finally said, ultimately silencing their inquiry. They stared at you for a moment with that same blank stare they gave you at the beginning.
“..so, does he have a phone number?”
“What??” You turned to look at one of them.
“Yeah! Or any other social media? I’d love to see more of him!”
Now that kinda irked you.
“The circus doesn’t allow their personal information to be given to guests.” You said flatly.
“Aww, I guess that makes sense.”
“If you want to see him more, you’ll have to come to circus more often.” You told them.
“Ugh, but tickets are so expensive!”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be able to afford one for another month!”
“Might I make a suggestion, then?” The girls turned to you curiously. You didn’t show it, but you had a wicked smile behind your facade.
“There’s a man in a blue suit who walks around during the day collecting the circus flyers for recycling. If you hand him some, he’ll gift you a pink ticket as a reward.” You told them, keeping a your tone steady.
They gasped & squealed in excitement. “Really? Just like that?!”
“Yep.”
“But why pink? I’m not complaining, but are they special?” One of the girls asked.
“Oh, very. They’re suppose to be secret show tickets.”
They seemed more excited, the more you boasted. They began to turn around to leave.
“We’ll be on the lookout! Thanks for the tip!!” They bid you farewell, & waltzed away. You waved goodbye, your sweet smile darkening as the figures became smaller & smaller.
You didn’t realize you were still waving, until you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jolt. Putting your hand down, & looking up & behind you, you’re met with a familiar pair of golden eyes.
“Who are you waving to, my dear?” Pierrot asked.
You gave him a sweet smile. “Just some friends.” You told.
Pierrot only smiled back. He took your hand in his, & led you behind his tent, where less wandering eyes could see. When you were finally alone, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight & firm hug. You didn’t hesitate in reciprocating.
“What you did earlier..” he breathed heavily, trying to hold you impossibly closer to him. “Was quite bold of you, my dear.” His body was heating up, & you could feel his heart practically pounding against his chest. You leaned into his touch, his warmth ..
“However,” he slowly removed himself your embrace, yet keeping his hands on your shoulders. You noticed that he always had to keep at least one hand on you.
“I heard what you told them.” He said, lowering his gaze. “About the pink ticket.”
You swallowed thickly. “Is that so?”
“It is.” He took your chin in his hand, gently tilting it upwards to look at him. “I only ask why, my dear?” His smile softened, & his head cocked to the side- confused.
You averted your gaze, looking at anything that wasn’t him. “My dear, please tell me. I do not recall them saying anything bad, so why?”
Your eyes shifted between Pierrot, & a tent in the distance. Until you finally let out a heavy sigh, & stared directly at him. But it wouldn’t last, as your embarrassment took over & you averted your sights again.
“They were, annoying is all..”
He raised a brow at you, not entirely believing you.
“And..”
“And?”
“…they were fawning over you & stuff..” you said, your voice becoming lower until you could barley hear yourself. He was still puzzled for a moment, until it finally hit him. & it hit him hard.
At first it was just Pierrot’s cheeks that was coated in his blush, but the more he thought about it, the more red his face.
“W..Were you, Jealous?” Pierrot said in a breathless, almost desperate voice. He stared at you with his absolute lovesick eyes that practically had hearts in them.
You tried to turn your head away, still avoiding his eyes. The edges of your own cheeks began to turn pink, & your silence only fueled his conclusion.
Pierrot didn’t hesitate to bring you into another tight hug. This time however, his grasp was so tight his claws tore into your clothes. You could feel his breath against your neck, & his heart beating faster than before.
“Pierr-“
“My dear.. you’ve no idea how happy this makes me. Knowing that you’d send people to their demise just so you could keep me for yourself? Oh how it makes my skin just burn for you my love. I want nothing more than you. Only you. You are mine my dear, & I am yours, yours alone.
You’ve no idea what you’ve just unleashed, not like you’re complaining though.
Imagine playing an elaborate game of Hide and seek with them... But you're really determined not to loose
Not your fault that you're good at their game
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A/n: an idea... Hehe enjoy
Oh btw, I think this will have a few endings... I'll post them separately but will try to link them once they're up. Hope you enjoy:)
Tw: mentions of reader being eaten, fear, some dark themes maybe, being chased, Harlequin being Harlequin, slight mentions of explicit things
Disclaimer: This is a work based on an 18+ visual novel, and even though there is not much explicit content here, it is not intended for those underage
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"Looks like our little pet is getting agitated" Jester mused after yet again you tried to sneak out of the circus.
"You know, dear guest, this was unnecessary and out of line..."
"This is dumb. I'm allowed to leave the tents. I've left before"
"Not without informing us first" Ticket Taker says. What you hear is 'not without permission'.
"Darling, you know how easy it is to kidnap people," Jester's tone carries slight notes of mockery.
You sigh, "Seeing as I am practically kidnapped by all of you right now... Yeah, I do"
"We just worry for your safety, My Lady" Pierrot's head rests on your shoulder, so you have to turn to grab his face in your hands. A light blush coats his cheeks at your action.
"As much as I love you, Pierrot, and as much as I want to believe it, I'm afraid you're the only one who is actively concerned for my safety in this case. The others... just really like telling me 'no', for some reason"
That earns a chuckle from Jester.
The Doctor cocks his head to the side: "It is hardly our fault your reactions to refusal are so... intriguing. Ranging from bickering and giving a cold shoulder to outright disregarding whatever we say."
"Is that so? Maybe I should add rearranging your supplies to the range... Or running away from the circus and getting married in Vegas?" You cross your arms and pout, feeling even more outraged when Doctor takes out a notebook and jots something down.
"Perhaps your energy should be redirected elsewhere... How about a game, darling?"
"A game? What, like hide and seek?"
"Could be hide and seek"
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"You'll have an hour to hide... Anywhere, wherever you desire"
You bite your tongue tempted to ask if you could buy a plane ticket and leave the country in that one hour... If you timed it right and was very lucky you'd probably manage it.
"Once the time is up we begin our hunt"
"Weird word choice," you mumble
Their smiles widen.
"Be assured dear, this word choice is intentional" Harlequin leans into your personal space, curling a loose strand of your hair around his finger. He's making it hard to focus.
"Alright... And once you capture me..."
"Once you're caught... You're at the complete mercy of your captor"
"What?" This sounds absurd, so it takes for Jester to reiterate it, for it to trully sink in.
"Once you are caught... We'll do as we please"
"Oh..." You stare at your feet for a few seconds
They all wait patiently for you to say something else.
"Did- did you have dinner tonight? You're... Not hungry are you?"
It takes them a moment to process your question, before they laugh.
"Your worried face is adorable"
"There are different types of hunger, dear... And I'm already starved for you" Harlequin runs his fingers down the side of your face and stops at your pulse point. He presses lightly to feel it beneath his fingers
"My Lady, don't take him seriously, we won't eat you"
"Thanks..."
"It would do you well to remember, darling, that Pierrot can only promise for himself... The night is long... Who knows how we'll feel about devouring you by the end of it..." The whole situation seems to be highly amusing to Jester.
Your eyes widened again at this.
He grins, "I merely jest"
Despite yourself you let out a giggle. It's rare to have Jester in such a good mood... He must be thoroughly enjoying the whole ordeal.
"Be assured, guest, your death would inconvenience us, we shall refrain from harming you, as long as you follow the orders"
"Leave it to Ticket Taker to validate your feelings and make you feel needed" Harlequin laughs.
You send Harlequin a small smile, before asking a question that has been bugging you for half of the conversation:
"And if you don't succeed in getting me?"
"I wouldn't worry your pretty head with that improbability. We have the entire night"
"I don't think this is very fair. You guys have a clear advantage. I mean, there's five of you... And I'm only one"
"Ah, but here's where you're mistaken, darling... We do not like to share." There was a dangerous glimmer in their eyes. You realised they would not be playing as a team... No... For this night they'd be enemies, all striving to win. And you're the prize.
They savour your expression for a moment, before Jester gives you a little shove.
"Now run along little mouse. Hide. Run. Do what you like... We already know how this ends"
His words are enough to send you sprinting out of the tent and into the night.
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That was 40 minutes ago. Now you were wandering the streets. Still 20 minutes of protected time and you were keeping a steady pace, trying to put as much distance between yourself and them as you could.
You had to silence your phone 10 minutes into the game - it was going off incessantly with messages from Harlequin - brainstorming what he'd do to you once he caught you. Apparently waiting was taking a toll on him if he decided to bombard you with such very descriptive imagery.
At the 45 minute mark your phone rings. You automatically decline. Harlequin has tried calling you 10 times in the past 10 minutes. He really is getting impatient. Apparently just texting you his fantasies isn't enough anymore.
It buzzes with a text. With a sigh you take it out, fully intent on blocking Harlequin for the duration of the night. Will it make him more vengeful if he catches you? Definitely. But at this point you're willing to take your chances. Besides. Him catching you is only a 1 in 5 probability.
There are worse candidates to piss off. Like Jester.
The text is from Ticket Taker. Brief and to the point:
"It would do you well not to decline Jester's calls next time, doll. You wouldn't want to anger the one who could hold your fate in his claws by the end of the night..."
Ah... Guess you jinxed it.
You try dialing Jester again a few times. But apparently he's taking pleasure in declining your calls after you declined his. Great.
Instead, you call Ticket Taker. He picks up, bit it's Jester who speaks, "Darling, learn to pick up your phone. You have it for a reason"
"Sorry...I thought it was-"
"I'm aware. Which is why I'll let this one slide"
"Really?"
"No" there is laughter and mirth in his voice, "I'll consider it. The events of the night can sway my opinion," he muses, "speaking of...There is a slight change in rules"
"Midgame?"
"Yes. We'll start our hunt a bit early"
"How early?"
"Now"
"What? But- that's not-" you sputter.
"Unfortunately your lack of engagement made Harlequin really impatient. He has already started. And we can't have him get an advantage, can we? Besides... Pierrot is not taking the wait well, especially now that Harlequin is out and about"
"Of fucking course it was Harlequin" you mutter.
"I wouldn't waste your breath on curses, darling, now, run along, don't make the chase end too soon... Make it interesting"
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By the third hour you get an inkling that perhaps this was never meant to be a simple game. Perhaps they treated it as more of an elaborate foreplay than an actual competition. Perhaps you were meant to let them catch you. You debate searching for one of them. But quickly brush the idea aside. Then you debate calling Jester or Ticket Taker... Probably not Harlequin... To ask for clarifications... But you can easily imagine how that conversation would go:
"Hi, I'm a bit dense. Was this meant to be foreplay or something?"
No... You are not ready for that type of humiliation yet.
Besides. You've already made up your mind. You would really love to see their faces at dawn. After you have successfully evaded capture. You can practically taste the sweet flavour of victory... Oh that would be just marvelous... Simply exhilarating. The mere thought of beating those monsters at a game you were never meant to win fills you with adrenaline and it's all you need to keep going...
You always had a bit of a competitive streak. It made everything that much more fun...
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Four hours in and you get a call from Pierrot. You contemplate letting it go to voicemail, but begrudgingly pick up. He tends to worry more than necessary. And while it's endearing... It's probably not great for his state.
Besides, he should not suffer just because Harlequin annoyed you into not picking up calls (that already happened with Jester and you had no interest in expanding the list of people you ghosted).
"My Lady? Are you alright?" His tone is laced with concern, making your heart swell.
"Of course I am, why? Should I... Not be... Alright?" You laugh nervously.
"We haven't caught you yet, I thought something happened to you."
"Oh Pierrot, I promise I'm alright. I'm just really good at running and hiding."
"You are, My Lady, but I'd prefer you didn't. At least not from me. I miss you already."
"I promise, once the game is over, I'll give you as many cuddles as you want, deal?"
"But My Lady, you could tell me where you are now... And we wouldn't have to wait," he sounds so convincing you're tempted to give in.
You chuckle, "But Pierrot, that's probably against the rules"
You can sense him pouting through the phone. You're about to say something more comforting, when you notice a looming presence out of the corner of your eye. Instead, you say:
"Pierrot? I gotta go, unless you want me caught by someone else"
You turn towards the figure, stuffing your phone back in your pocket. Tall, broad shoulders. Would be very very intimidating if you didn't know him as well as you do, and even now in the dark, illuminated by the moonlight, he still sends shivers down your spine.
"Hey," you try for a casual greeting. You did not expect to be caught so quickly.
He nods in acknowledgement, his soft steps resonate quietly on the ground as he approaches slowly.
"Your little escapade is about to be terminated"
"Interesting hypothesis, I'd love to disproove it"
"I'm afraid you don't have a chance, sweetie, I do not like leaving my patients unattended for a long time" he smiles and approaches you, there is soft fondness in his demeanour, which goes in dissonance with his menacing figure.
"Ah, but tonight I'm more of a riveting experiment, you must agree... And experiments are not to be interfered with"
"I've had enough impartial observations for tonight, dear, I would like to move on to a more hands-on approach"
"How did you track me down?" You try to prolong the conversation, giving yourself precious seconds to find a way out. You can't have this end so soon.
"You will be disappointed, sweetheart, pure chance... Or perhaps good intuition of what my patient likes"
You hum noncomitally, a plan already half-formed in your head. It's only fair you use any and every means of escape you have, you reason. Especially considering you're not caught, yet...
Jester told you to make it interesting... And you will...
You begin your motion, careful not to alert him. Though you're already certain he clocked in that you're up to something.
"You do know me pretty well..."
In fact, you have an inkling he even knows what you're about to do... In vague details... But is letting you proceed, curious to where it may lead...
"Well enough to know you do not intend to give in so easily... Tell me, why is that?"
"A secret," you grin.
"You must be mistaken, sweetheart, a patient does not have secrets from their Doctor... I am disappointed my favourite one would forget such an important rule"
"That's fair... I suppose I just enjoy the thrill and the taste of freedom.. or maybe I just want to win."
The lights right ahead signal the approaching bus, you pay it no mind, afraid even a flicker of eyes in that direction might betray your intentions. No, until the very last moment you will not look.
"You look mesmerising... When your heart pounds in your chest and adrenaline courses through your veins," he observes, "It is a good look on you"
The bus stops.
"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I think I might have to reschedule my appointment," you say before making a mad dash for the already closing doors.
He watches the bus drive off with an almost fond smile. He was always one of the most lenient towards you, somehow.
You get a text message:
"Of course, sweetheart, the Doctor always wants what's best for their patient. But I do hope to rendezvous with you tonight once more... Perhaps you won't run off the next time"
You grin. His response makes your heart beat just a bit faster. That and how he always manages to clock in your every mood and craving - much how right now you absolutely need to continue the game (and to win, of course)
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You halt at the train station to catch your breath. The lit up sign says the next one out of town is in 10 minutes. Of course you weren't planning on leaving. That's not the point of the game. Which by the way, has really grown on you. But it was a very good opportunity to tease your favourite monsters.
You take a photo, posing where they could see the sign and the ticket purchasing machine.
And scramble to get some distance between yourself and the station before sending it to the group chat.
You: Jester told me to keep it interesting and the prices are low enough... Is that entertaining enough for you?
Pierrot: My Lady?
Jester: I didn't take you for such a fool as to give us a beacon of your location
Doctor: Such an unpredictable subject...
Ticket Taker: An inconvenience is more accurate. I told you she'd pull a stupid stunt like this
Harlequn's was the most concerning. It came a minute after the others and was a photo of the very station with a caption "Nowhere left to run... Since you can't escape anyway, you might as well review the texts I sent you while waiting"
Such a cocky text. It deserves an equally arrogant response:
You: dumbass. You'd think I'd send you a pic from my actual location? Try again:)
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The forest was a stupid idea after all... You'd think that they all would stick to the city... The actual place you'd most likely to be at... But somehow, Harlequin and you had both ended up in the forest. In the exact same spot. Cool...
His eyes glimmer a menacing green in the dark, like two emeralds. You take a step back, contemplating whether running back was still on the table. Probably not anymore... His agility was something to be envious of.
"Looks like I win, and I'm here to claim my prize"
You purse your lips.
"Technically, you still didn't catch me." You state stubbornly.
"Really? You still insist on not loosing? Hah... Let's wrap this up quickly and get to the fun part, what do you say, hm? What would you count as me catching you?"
If you were going to loose, you might as well make the loss fun for yourself, "You'd probably have to pin me down or wrap your arms around me."
His grin widens, "Oh how I love when you get so bold, my dear," he takes a slow deliberate step towards you, savouring the moment, no doubt, "Let's not make a technicality halt us then."
Neither of you get a chance to get much further, as Harlequin gets struck in the shoulder by a dagger. You yelp in surprise and look around in alarm before spotting a grim looking Pierrot. And he has at least a few more daggers on hand.
"Pierrot... Right on cue to ruin the moment... If I felt more charitable I'd have suggested you join in, but I don't share"
Before you can so much as blink Pierrot is on Harlequin. They merge into a blur of taunts and fists and maybe knives.
You take a tentative step back. They don't notice - too engrossed.
"I'll uh... Leave you guys to it" you give the two fighting figures a thumbs up before running out of the forest.
Technicalities fucking matter
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You halted only for a few minutes, to catch your breath, and on a rooftop, no less. How in hell did Ticket Taker manage to find you that quickly... You would never comprehend it.
He stood, hands behind his back, calmly surveying as you desperately intake the cold night air. Your whole body felt heavy and tired, so your rather less than graceful leaning on the railing could be excused. It took you embarrassingly longer than it should have to spot him. In fact, you only noticed his presence once he placed his jacket over your shoulders.
The sudden grounding heaviness of it startled you. Your legs almost gave out under you.
It was stupid to think you'd get even a few minutes of a reprieve. With shaking arms you pushed yourself from the railing, stumbling, but ready to run at a moment's notice, he nodded in acknowledgement.
"I wouldn't do that, dearest"
You frown, "Of course you wouldn't want me to start running. I'm easier to catch if I don't"
"You look too tired to even make it down the stairs. It would be advisable to rest"
You heart was still pounding in your chest - undecided whether from all the running, the jumpscare he gave you or from having his jacket over your shoulders, while he stood mere centimetres away from you.
He surveyed the night city, while you were still catching your breath. Now that the adrenaline and the constant anxious pounding in your skull over getting caught subsided, you were immensely grateful for his jacket. Only now did you notice how chilly the air was and how absolutely frozen you felt. You huddled the jacket tighter around your frame.
He glanced at his pocket watch, "Rest time is over. Now, we shall proceed with what I have planned for this eventuality" his lips stretched into a smile, as his gloved hand reached towards you.
Before he could touch you, you pushed off the railing, taking a few steps back.
"Tsk. Didn't I tell you that obedience looks better on you? I shall be disappointed if we waste precious time here because of you"
You were eyeing the exits, your mind running ten miles a second, coming up with escape plans and routes. But help and an opportunity of escape came from the least expected source.
"No need for such haste, Bil," a dark hand fell on Ticket Taker's shoulder. He seemed startled at it and at the silky words of the speaker.
You were already inching yourself towards the exit. Jester crossed the distance, halting your escape and blocking you from Ticket Taker with one arm.
"Jester? I thought we were above such petty squabbles, unlike certain other members of the troupe"
"Rest assured, dear friend, we are. Unfortunately, those very members of the troupe left quite a mess. It must be dealt with."
You take your chances where you can:
"Nice move, Jester, send him away to deal with the mess to have your way with me unobstructed"
Jester narrowed his eyes at you, but snapped his attention back to Ticket Taker:
"Really now, Jester? The girl was mine... And I do not appreciate my schedule being interfered with"
You leave them to discuss it alone. It'll buy you a minute tops - they really are above petty squabbles and can easily spot your attempts to sow discord... But you'll take what you can get... Besides, a busy street is right around here somewhere. Getting lost in the crowd is exactly what you need right now...
You feel two pairs of eyes burn into your back as you disappear amongst strangers and street lights.
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The two figures on the rooftop sighed at your departure into the night. The taller one clad in dark purple turned to the other:
"I didnt expect her to be so stubborn in her escape. One could think she'd be smart enough to recognise this game for what it is."
A beat of silence.
"You don't think she truly believes we'd devour her? She should know by now that we have no such inclinations towards her"
"Hmm, our inclinations towards her are..." Jester gestured vaguely, searching for a word, before settling on: "Different. That is true..."
"Perhaps your attempt at humour earlier frightened her" Ticket Taker ponders, a quiet jab at his friend
"I think we have simply miscalculated."
"Miscalculated? You?" There is incredulity in his tone
"Our darling Y/n is a bit more clueless and has a far deeper competitive streak than I imagined... Still, makes the victory that much more sweeter."
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You shivered as the sky slowly turned from midnight to a dark violet, soon to be rosy with sunrise. The jacket Ticket Taker so courteously lent you - what a gentleman - provided meager warmth as you huddled it tighter around you. You walked the empty streets, briefly wondering if the monsters have given up on finding you.
You shoot them a quick "given up yet?" text and see 5 typing bubbles. A few second later you receive your responses:
"Of course not, My Lady" - Pierrot, ever so sweet.
"No, but you should... If you let me get you now, I promise to be merciful~" - Harlequin, the flirt he is...
"Fascinating confidence for someone right within my reach" - Jester, his mysterious and thinly veiled threats that sent your heart racing just like his compliments and affection did. He truly had a way with words.
"No. I have quite a lot in mind I want to do which would require your assistance" - Doctor, ever so blunt, so forward with his intentions
"You have already taken more time out of our schedule than you ought to. Let's not prolong the inevitable, dearest. Now, be a good girl" - Ticket Taker, he can be so uptight... But just as charming when he wants to be
They were persistent. And you've had a lot of close run-ins throughout the night. They remained ever so determined to get you.
You smile softly at the memories. You are rather fond of them. Perhaps fondness is too weak of a word... With the cool night air and sky the colour of violets another word burrows it's way into your mind - Love. It startles you slightly... But settles in so naturally in your mind you can't refute it.
The game is coming to a closure. A shame. It was fun... It would be nice to maybe watch the sunset rise on some rooftop and then show up to the circus beaming with victory. Or maybe it would be more fun to... Let one of them catch you... After all, it's not a complete loss for you if you let them. And there just might be one who really deserves a win...
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A/n: let me know what you think and I'll start on some of the endings... Soon... Yeah
Hair ➷ Rook cannot live too far away from your hair, not without feeling his heart breaking. He needs it: the way it changes shades under the waves of light and shadow, how it seems to breathe with you at every movement, its softness, all of this is a string attached to his soul, and it pulls harder and harder. Yes, he has, he must feel it: under the fingertips, against the cheeks and his chest. And of course he peppers it with kisses, wrapping his arms around you to keep you the closest possible to him and giving in to his love for your pretty head. The boy feels no shame in moaning and melting in a blushing mess, right now he would not be able to stop himself for anything in the world.
He's having the moment of his life.
Back ➷ Let's be clear: every single part of your body is a masterpiece, an undeniable work of art, and Rook praises and worships every single inch of you. However, it's not a secret the sight of you with your back turned on him, undressing slowly under the soft glow of the bedside lamp and revealing your skin inch by tantalizing inch, or asleep on your belly with your back offered and unveiled, stirs something in his mind and soul.
The boy enjoys the whole show: helps you with the clothes if you need it, or simply lays down on the mattress and follows every single change of light on your body as it slips across the skin and nestles in your curves, giving space to shadows before reclaiming it again. However, he cannot resist that much before springing into action rather to be a passive spectator, and before you can say something or think about it, he presses the lips on your spine, following its path up and down, and inhales your scent while gently licking every back bone and smiling as soon as you start giggling and moaning.
If you are asleep, he tends to use his fingertips rather than his mouth, to not wake you up; at least until dawn, where it's time to start the day. His duty is to watch over you and protect you from the dangers of being late, among all, so he has to be sure you'll be up at the right time... and bringing you back from the dreamland with a good shower of back kisses is something worthy of doing.
Palms and breasts ➷ Two body parts that seems so unrelated, but not in his mind, since they are your most sensitive spots - the best ones to torture you. After all, Rook has the patience of the hunters and the same skills of a beast of prey, so he takes his sweet time to map every single nerve on your soft palms and explore your breasts and nipples with the same thoroughness. If you squeak so loudly and tremble so much, and still ask for more and spur him on, he's morally obligated to obey and please his love muse; lingering almost sadistically on your poor flesh, sucking and licking above and under, rolling your peaks in between his teeth or sinking them in the softest spots, but always with care and that sweet, reverent touch of his. In the end, hands and chest wear a new dress: made of teeth marks and hickeys, saliva and sweat, and love - something not a million showers could wash away.
Thighs ➷ The doors of his favorite temple? Of course he thanks them for their hard and hot work. No bites here: just a soft, almost shy - not at all - trail of kisses on the quivering, yielding flesh of the inner thighs, his nose buried against them right after. Since he's here, you could think it's only a matter of seconds before he starts giving care and attention to your crotch and other regions nearby; but, well... he has to torment you a bit, right? To tease you a bit, and wait until you are begging for it - if not by words, by the signals your body and scent give. Yes, it's true you have a love slave; but one who wants to bring you right where he wants you, before fulfilling your desires and turning your dreams true. And the prospect of a punishment just spurs him on in his mischievous intent.
Ankles ➷ Some of the hottest, sexiest ones he could give you. Sometimes they come after he helped you wear your shoes and he holds your ankle still to land a slow, tender kiss on it, but usually they are the gifts you receive after you playfully pin him down on the floor and threaten him to stomp on him. The way his pupils widen in excitement and he gasps cannot be described: and he begs, begs and begs for it, rolling around in a puddle of hearts at the thought of your foot wrapped in the most elegant stiletto, or even bare if you like it more, and tormenting his palms, chest or throat.
He doesn't put up a fight, he gives up immediately: take your pleasure with him, Rook is satisfied already just to be able to kiss and give affection to the tool of his torment, and thanks you for it a million times.
Rook playing into your "sub-shy-yandere-boy" fantasy after being caught tailing you, KNOWING he's done this to every crush he's had since 5 years old, but wanting you to like him anyways— "did you get sooo nervous when I got close to your hiding spot?"
"Oh, naturally, you are like the brilliant sun—I long to gaze at you, and to capture your attentions in return, but I fear even that would be too much.."
"Did you ever steal my underwear to smell it??"
".. Of course!! How do we feel about that, again? Positive?"
genuinely one of my favourite details about Bram Stokers Dracula that isn't really transferred to the pop culture is that vampires have irridescent eyes, they appear brown at a glance, however when light is reflected on them they seem to go red!
another thing that pop culture latched onto is this idea that you might use a wreath of garlic bulbs to ward off a vampire, however, in the book there is a popular use of garlic blossoms rather than the bulbs. i think these are a lot prettier and way more versatile for stylisation! you could have a garlic flower crown.
also like the cowboy part can we please stop omitting the fact that there is a real ass cowboy in Bram Stokers Dracula and hes from real ass Texas and he has a fucking gun and he tries to fucking shoot Dracula
does anybody else go do the weekly check up on their favourite dead tag only to see a shitpost or something only vaguely related to the tag and feel this deep sense of dissapointment and emptiness cause you know this is The Post Of The Month
ROOK HUNT MY BELOVEDDDD can’t believe rook fans get out freaked we need to fix this (but this is my first time writing smut— limited freak-o-meter until skill unlocked)
Pairing: Rook Hunt (twst) x reader NSFW!!
CWs: afab/fem!reader, obsessive? Idk it’s Rook, first time writing smut bare with me, minor predator/prey reference(again it’s Rook), oral (fem receiving), multiple mutual orgasms, unprotected sex, rook has no pull out game
Translations: mon coeur = my heart, ma trésor = my treasure, ma chérie = my dear/darling, mon dieu = my god, mon chou= my sweet/sweetheart. Forgive grammar mistakes (fem/masc changes) my french is rough around the edges :)
“Ohh… mon coeur..”
The words part his lips as an aching gasp, sweet and longing as the sun glazing morning dew. His hands, sweltering, strong, curl around your thighs, settling over the skin with a gentleness only he could know.
A kiss, pressed into the plush of your stomach. The flutter of blonde lashes breathtaking as he melts into your skin. A hunter has no business breaking down like so… no reason beyond his bleeding heart to place kiss after kiss into your flesh, mumbling out whispered praises far closer to prayers.
He sinks down, eyes glowing in the candlelight. Another kiss, burning now, against your waistband.
“There is no treasure finer… no greater gift.” He breathes, fingertips trailing over the lace before he guides it down, down, to your ankles and across the sheets before it ends on the hardwood floors.
Heat pours from his palms as they inch higher, returning to their perch on your thighs- if only to pull them around his scalp.
Another kiss, searing, atop your eager bundle of nerves. Passion, love, seeping through his lips with every touch. Kisses, flicks, he progresses swiftly, trailing his tongue through your slick, plunging inside for a taste…
“Mmh..” He buries himself deeper, eyes fallen shut it bliss. The bed gives him away, creaking quietly beneath his subtle thrusts. How cute… getting off between your legs.
He worships from the inside. Tongue made for loving, stretching your leaky, sweetened walls apart. Licking and kissing and eating like a man starved. “Ma cherie.. so sweet..” he cries out, gasping for air and blinking the adoring haze from his eyes. Sweet? Sweet, he claims, as if he weren’t the one giving so generously. As if he weren’t the one losing his breath to your cunt.
It doesn’t take long, not with a man so devote to your pleasure. He makes quick work of you- knees shaking, thighs wrapped ‘round his skull and yet there’s no complaint. Rook cradles your hips, burying his maw into you, lapping every drop. It’s steaming, dizzying… you can feel the thoughts melting from your head, the tension spilling from your chest- tying a sugary knot in your stomach.
And then it snaps.
He coaxes it out with the tender promise of pleasure. Deeper, hotter, stronger. It washes over you in waves- scorching ecstasy flowing through you, drenching his lips between your shaking thighs. And- by god- Rook really was made for loving… made to kiss your stress away through your dripping cunt and drink your syrupy arousal until neither of you had a thought in your skulls.
He sighs in delight, rocking slowly still, hips rolling into the bed. The sheets are damp now, from the both of you, but the feeling is ignored for this sight, Rook’s hair astray, cum dripping off his lips and over his chin, down the curve of his throat… And his cheeks- red, puffy and streaked. Tears had been shed, the reason clear as he burrows into your thigh, letting out shuttered breaths between quivering kisses. “..hah.. mon trésor..” he slurs, splayed out in your lap as he grinds into the sheets. “… I- oh.. love-”
“Shh.. I know, I love you too.” You coo, carding through his hair, blond locks splitting around your fingers, knots falling apart under your focus, just as the rest of him does.
He chokes- some noise caught between a moan and a gasp. He clings tighter, fingers shaking along your skin, hips twitching forward again and again. Desperate and yearning, fresh tears tumbling down his freckled cheeks. “-dieu.. mon dieu.. mon dieu..” he babbles, emerald irises fighting to stay on yours. He loses, a pathetic whimper choking out his throat as his eyes roll into his skull.
His cock twitches, sweltering, as it pumps out his load. Throbbing and crying out pearly beads of white, trembling out droplets before the dam bursts- sticky streams of pleasure leak out of him, staining his sheets with the evidence of passion. His eyes- dewy viridian hues wet and delirious- rolled back and fluttering. His mouth, slick and drooling, wears arousal like a gloss, lips parted in a pretty little ‘o’.
“Trésor, belle, amour— ohhh- Fuuckk..” he spews, a broken record. Repeating cracked, wobbling adorations between brainless whimpers. Tears stain his cheeks, rolling down your neck as he nestles himself there. All the while, thump, thump, thump, against your depths. His cock- sweet and desperate as Rook himself- spilling lengths of syrupy arousal with every stroke.
He’s rough. Despite the poetry tumbling from love-drunken lips. He pins. You’re prone against his bed- sobbing out into plush pillows and leaking over designer sheets. Rook makes love— but he still cages you like prey, your back pressed to his chest as he fucks into you. He’s flush against you- not an inch apart except for his hips, hitting harder, faster, splitting you apart.
Full, is a suiting word, stuffed another. You’re left drooling- from both ends, a mix of spit, slick and the combined orgasms spill from your cunt with every thrum of his hips.
He calls to you again, murmuring hiccuping praises between kisses to your throat. Hot, searing presses while his hips burn into yours, rocking with the strength of a hearth and the passion of a blaze. Rook’s arms strung taught as the bow he wields, laced around your body, palms burning with his love as they pin you back into him. He buries deeper. Melding your flesh together, binding your hearts, merging your souls.
“Ah— chou- darling…” he pleads, hips twitching, rhythm faltering. Every searing clench, every sugared moan has him teetering on the edge of orgasm. His hold tightens, angled thrusts turn to messy rolling- humping really. Anything to feel your embrace when he’s so, so close..
His hand reaches lower, abandoning the flesh of your waist to rub at your swollen clit. He places kiss after kiss to your throat- his body wrapped around yours. Rook whines- broken mewls and quivering breaths against your shoulder. “Couer— mon couer— please dear- I- oh!—”
It’s timed perfectly.
He spills, red tip pulsing, filling, pouring out streams of hot cum straight into your cunt as it tightens- fluttering, leaking, begging for more. White flashes take over your sight, stars lining your vision until your eyes flutter shut. Your knees buckle, thighs quaking into the sheets with every pulse. Rook does too, collapsed onto you and grinding- as if he could plunge his cock any deeper than he already has. “…beau— beautiful..” he whispers through swollen lips.
There’s a moment of quiet, flustered breaths. The simple rise and fall of Rook’s chest, while he’s still twitching ever so slightly inside. The moment is soft. Gentle in the press of his lips to your jaw the cradle of his hands to your form. And then…
“Just once more, ma chou” he promises, “Let me feel you… just once more.” He swears.
But with a man with love so undying as Rook Hunt, once more could never suffice.
Lowkey the quickest fic I’ve written… mildly concerning. Any advice greatly appreciated (I have no clue how smut should be written send help)
Character divider by myself and the black lace dividers by @strangergraphics !! <33
if u feel like keeping up with ur "man who yearns is a man who earns" series could u pls do malleus....... like this is SO him i feel like. gotta hit us with the truest yearners of twst LOL thanku ^_^
【❝A Man You Yearns Is A Man Who Earns pt. 4❞】
【Synopsis: In which your boyfriend realizes just how lucky he is to have you in his life】
【Featuring: Malleus Draconia】
【Tags: gn reader, reader is yuu/prefect, established relationship, light angst to fluff, the boys are down horrendous lol, mild hurt/comfort, kidnapping mention (in a humorous way), let me know if I missed anything】
【Word count: 1.2k】
【a/n: you’re sooo right, anon lol, Malleus is truly the biggest yearner in all of Twisted Wonderland. He’s so silly and I love him so much lolol, I feel like he definitely needed his own solo part in this litte series! I have such a fun time writing Mal’s flowery way of speaking, so it’s always fun to get a few for him! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! (๑╹ω╹๑ )】
Malleus Draconia does nothing halfway, and that includes falling in love.
The fairytales the prince read in his youth taught him to love deeply and ardently. To Malleus, love is a form of worship, and he is your most devout adherent. He's reverence of you honestly puts even the most dedicated worshipers to shame.
You were something miraculous, the type of once-in-a-lifetime romance that he used to wish on shooting stars for. It's something all-consuming, something he wants to last forever.
"I don't know how I ever lived without you, my love. Truly, my world was bathed in darkness before you came along and cast it out with your golden light. You're my everything, (y/n); my life, my love, and my future." You're not quite sure what brought this on, and to be honest, you're pretty stunned by the admission.
You're no stranger to Malleus' poetic declarations of his love for you, but this carries something much deeper.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad without me, Mal. Besides, you didn't even know I existed until I ended up here, so you would have gotten on just fine without me — I'm sure of it." The jovial, almost nonchalant tone of your voice only serves to frustrate your poor boyfriend. Do you really think of your presence in his life so flippantly? Do you truly think so little of the impact you've had on his life?
To be honest, Malleus doesn't know how to respond. All of his pretty words die on his tongue as he tries to come up with some way to convey just how much you mean to him. Where words fail, actions succeed, so he acts instead.
Without a word, Malleus turns around to face you, taking the comb you'd previously been running through his hair and tossing it aside before draping his entire body over your form. You have to dodge getting poked in the face by his horns as he nuzzles into your neck like an oversized cat, but you readily welcome your dearest prince into your embrace.
You both fall asleep like that, with your hands in Malleus' hair and his ear pressed against your chest listening to your heartbeat. Even though he too possesses the same rhythmic beating in his ribs, yours is more akin to an enchanting melody. It's so human. So fragile and fleeting, and Malleus would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about cracking open your chest and reaching inside to just tenderly hold your heart in the palm of his hand.
He's reluctant to let you go come morning, but with some gentle coaxing, he lets go of you longer enough for you both to get ready for the day. When you part to go your separate ways, Malleus' whole mood flips on its head.
You, on the other hand, go about your day as usual. You pay no mind to the thunderstorms tearing the skies above NRC asunder, nor do you even get the slightest inkling that it might be a result of your boyfriends' sour mood.
By the time lunch comes around, the skies have cleared, and that's because Malleus can finally see you again. It's a bit embarrassing for you to eat your lunch while sitting in his lap surrounded by your gaggle of first year friends.
Sebek can't even eat his food as the sight of his great and powerful liege clinging to you like a leech. Epel and Jack are just straight up uncomfortable, while Ace keeps making jokes that Deuce fears will land them all on the receiving end of a lightning strike.
When it's time for you to leave again, Malleus does the u thinkable and just kidnaps you before you even have the chance to leave the cafeteria. You'd almost forgotten he can teleport all over the place like it's nothing.
"Mal! We both have class. What are you doing? I know you can do whatever you want because you're a prince and all, but Crowley will give me shit if I'm absent without any good reason!" Your words go in one ear and right out the other. Malleus only holds you tighter against him, practically purring as he traces the curve of your neck with the tip of his nose.
It's no use, you're trapped here in the loving arms of your boyfriend whether you like it or not. There are certainly worse places to be stuck, so you can't really complain. As irritated as you want to pretend to be, you're actually glad you got to skip out on today's alchemy lesson — last time you were stuck with Ace as your lab partner, and you ended up smelling like moldy socks for a week after he fucked up a potion that blew up in your face.
"What's up with you today, Mal? You're all clingy and pouty today, what's up?"
Again, his arms tighten around your waist, desperately attempting to pull you closer against him, to no avail.
"I simply wish to be close to you, my beloved. You mean so much to me, more than words can describe, so instead I'll show you though my affections."
There's a moment of silence before a small huff of laughter — soft and shaky — escapes your lips, the sound curling into the quiet space like smoke from a dying candle. You should have known he was just in one of his moods. Your poor dragon always gets clingy when he goes through some difficult emotions, and right now he seems to be grappling with just how much he loves you. How cute.
"Well, I'd say you're doing a good job in that regard, sweetie. I love you too; just as much as you love me, okay?" Carefully, you turn in Malleus' lap to face him, your hands rising to tenderly cup his cheeks between your palms. His eyes go wide when they meet yours, astonished by the pure love and affection in your irises.
Malleus lets you lean in and press a flurry of butterfly kisses across every inch of his face. Something inside him cracks — just a little — like frost splitting on a windowpane in the first warmth of spring. The silence is punctuated by the soft smack of your lips against Malleus' skin and his increasingly heavy breathing.
It’s Malleus who laughs this time — a bright, breathless sound that echoes through the quiet room like sunlight cracking through storm clouds. He falls back onto the bed, pulling you with him as your laughter leaves your lips to dance in the air with his.
The thunderstorms are long gone, and now the sun shines high and even a rainbow can be seen in the distance. Just like that, you light up Malleus' life again, wrapping him in a warmth and light that he's only felt with you.
"I love you, (y/n). More than anything in this world, more than life itself." He states it as though it's a fact of nature — like gravity or death. If there's one thing he's sure of with 100% certainty, it's his everlasting love for you.
"I know, Malleus. I love you too, forever and always. I promise."
It's nothing like the declarations of love he read in his fairytales as a child, or in the movies you've shown him — there’s no orchestral swell or cinematic grace — but it feels real. More real than anything he's ever known and that's how he knows that your future with him truly is forever.
Ok I've finally come up with another request. I've adopted the mantra "a man who yearns is a man who earns" so can I please request head canons for Trey, Jack, and Sebek with a gn! S/o (reader is yu). They've been dating for several months now and without thinking about it, blurt out how they don't know how they lived life before meeting s/o. S/o tries to joke about how the boys probably did pretty easily since they didn't even exist before suddenly showing up in nrc. That's when it hits the boys that if s/o never showed up they never would have met and fallen in love (and especially with Sebek if he learned to be a little less indignant of humans). This just leads to them being extra clingy, wanting to spend as much time with s/o as possible. A lil angst with a whole lotta fluff/comfort!
【❝A Man Who Yearns Is A Man Who Earns❞】
【Synopsis: In which your boyfriend realizes just how lucky he is to have you in his life.】
【Featuring: Trey Clover, Jack Howl, and Sebek Zigvolt】
【Tags: gn reader, reader is yuu/prefect, established relationship, light angst to fluff, the boys are down horrendous lol, TW for mentions of death/self sacrifice — nothing crazy tho (Sebek)】
【Word count: Trey (540) Jack (560) Sebek (863) Total (1.9k)】
【a/n: heyyyy, welcome back!!! I think you’ve converted me into a Sebek enjoyer lol. I seriously did not like him for the longest time, but he’s really growing on me!!! He’s just a silly little guy fr!! Anyways, I hope you like this one. I didn’t go crazy with the angst (which means a lot coming from me lol) and I definitely made it super fluffy!! Enjoy!!! <333】
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey's not exactly sure when the revelation first hit him, but the thought has been at the forefront of his mind ever since it first entered
‧₊˚ ┊ "You know… I don't know how I ever lived life without you in it."
‧₊˚ ┊ The admission comes in the peaceful quiet of Ramshackle's lounge with the faint crackle of the lit fireplace serving as background noise to the baking show that neither you nor Trey are really watching
‧₊˚ ┊ You blink at Trey in confusion, a bit thrown off by the sudden confession but nonetheless delighted by the tenderness of it
‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, I'm sure you got on just fine, Trey. You wouldn't have even known I exist if I hadn't come to this world."
‧₊˚ ┊ It's then that Trey is hit with a second realization
‧₊˚ ┊ All of this is a mistake, or a 'happy accident' as you would probably put it
‧₊˚ ┊ You were never meant to be in Twisted Wonderland, you were never meant to meet Trey, and you sure as hell weren't ever meant to fall in love with him
‧₊˚ ┊ It's this simple fact that makes Trey realize just how lucky he is to have you in his life to begin with
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey holds you a little closer when you retire to your room that night, practically trying to meld your two bodies together so he never has to let you go
‧₊˚ ┊ Come morning, Trey is reluctant to let you go
‧₊˚ ┊ He now understands that every moment with you is precious — a blessing that he is endlessly grateful for
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey trails after you like a lost puppy for the next week — only stepping away to bake your favorite sweets to surprise you with later
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey is a pretty chill guy (lol), so his increased affection is noticeable
‧₊˚ ┊ It's not like he wasn't loving before, but he's especially doting now
‧₊˚ ┊ It's over a fresh batch of cookies made especially for you that you question Trey about this new version of himself
‧₊˚ ┊ "Soooo, what's got you feeling all lovey dovey lately? You trying to butter me up, or something?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Of course not. Can't I do something nice for you without me having an ulterior motive?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Then what's all the sweets and affection for? I mean, I'm not complaining, but I'm dying to know what's brought all this on."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I just want to treat you. You're something special and I value your presence in my life, so I figured I need to step up my game and lay it on thick."
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, bless your sweet, loving, amazing boyfriend
‧₊˚ ┊ Is it ethical to makeout in the Heartslabyul kitchens? No. Is it sanitary? Probably not. Are you likely to get caught? absolutely. Despite it all you can't bring yourself to care about any potential consequences as you kiss Trey senseless.
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey would usually stop you from getting too frisky in the kitchen, but he's feeling so needy that he can throw away his morals just to indulge in you a bit
‧₊˚ ┊ "Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "You have. Have I ever told you that I'm madly in love with you?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "You have."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll tell you everyday if you want."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Marry me."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I will once we graduate."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll hold you to that, Trey."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Promise?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Promise."
‧₊˚ ┊ Wolves mate for life, and now that Jack's found you, he's never letting you go
‧₊˚ ┊ You really couldn't ask for a better boyfriend and Jack couldn't ask for a better significant other
‧₊˚ ┊ Life before you seems to pale in comparison to the future he hopes to forge with you after graduation
‧₊˚ ┊ You're everything, and Jack doesn't want to lose
‧₊˚ ┊ "I don't think a could ever bear losing you. To be honest, I don't even know how I got on before meeting you."
‧₊˚ ┊ "You probably would have been fine. I'm not even supposed to be in this world, so we were never even meant to meet each other in the first place."
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack had definitely forgotten about the whole you being from another world thing, but now that you've reminded him of that fact he's all the more grateful to call you his
‧₊˚ ┊ It's hard for Jack to actually reconcile that you aren't supposed to be as big a part of his life as you are
‧₊˚ ┊ He's planned his entire future around you and being with you and he can't imagine anyone else taking your place
‧₊˚ ┊ This instills a newfound fear in Jack: that you'll go back to your world one day and leave him all alone
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack can't have that, of course, so he steps up his game to show you just how much he loves you
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack is a wolf beastman, so it only makes sense that he expresses his dedication to you as a wolf would
‧₊˚ ┊ Be prepared for constant nuzzling and affection like biting and licking (he's also trying to put his scent on you to make sure other beastmen know you're his and his alone)
‧₊˚ ┊ While Jack is a wolf, he will trail behind you like a lost puppy growling at anyone who so much as dares to look at you longer than five seconds
‧₊˚ ┊ It's cute, really — your big, bad wolf is just a little pup when you comes to you
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack is practically all over you at all times — so much so that it becomes a bit difficult for to get anything else done
‧₊˚ ┊ "Jack, we both have homework to do. We can cuddle later, but I'd rather not get chewed out by Crewel for turning in my work late."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Do you not love me anymore?"
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack isn't really one for dramatics, so it's safe to say you're surprised by his question
‧₊˚ ┊ "What makes you think that?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "You want to leave me."
‧₊˚ ┊ "No, I want to get my work done and then continue cuddling. What's with you lately? You can barely let me go for longer than a minute without getting all huffy."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I just wanna make sure you know I love you. I'm so happy to have you in my life and I don't want you to leave, so I'm tryin' to show you how much I love you."
‧₊˚ ┊ Damn, you weren't expecting that
‧₊˚ ┊ "I see. Well, I guess homework can wait, then."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Really?!"
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, you can't help but smile at the excited wagging of Jack's tail — he really is just an overgrown puppy
‧₊˚ ┊ "Really. I'm blaming you of Crewel gets on my ass about my homework being late, though."
‧₊˚ ┊ "That's fine. You can tell him I ate it, or something."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I don't think he's gonna believe that, but I appreciate the sacrifice."
‧₊˚ ┊ "It's no problem. I love you."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Love you too, Jack."
‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek will forever be thankful for the impact you've had on his life
‧₊˚ ┊ You've taught him so much and helped him overcome his own backwards ways of thinking and for that he's eternally grateful
‧₊˚ ┊ This doesn't dawn on Sebek for a while, but once he does be prepared for him to scream how much he adores you from the rooftops of NRC (don't actually let him do this tho — he's already had detention three times this week)
‧₊˚ ┊ "(Y/N), YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN WORDS COULD EVER EXPRESS! I AM A BETTER MAN AND A BETTER KNIGHT THANKS TO YOU! I TRULY DO NOT KNOW WHAT MY LIFE WOULD LOOK LIKE WITHOUT YOU IN IT!"
‧₊˚ ┊ "First of all, please stop screaming, Sebek — I'm right here. Second, I'm sure your life wouldn't be too different if you'd never met me — I'm not even supposed to be in this world, after all."
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, Sebek's poor heart breaks at your words
‧₊˚ ┊ Now that you're so intertwined with his life he can't imagine what it would be like without you in it
‧₊˚ ┊ Sure, you weren't meant to be here in Twisted Wonderland, but Sebek considers you're accidental arrival to be a blessing
‧₊˚ ┊ Also, do you truly doubt your impact on Sebek's life? Must he write down all the ways in which you've made him the man he is today?
‧₊˚ ┊ Perhaps Sebek needs to show you how important you are through actions rather than words — surely that will get the point across
‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek it's usually quite shy about PDA — much preferring to be affectionate in private to save himself the embarrassment of being all soft and sweet towards you in front of any prying eyes
‧₊˚ ┊ Much to your surprise, all that pervious hesitation goes out the window now that he has something to prove
‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek now greets you with a kiss on the cheek rather than the usual chaste peck to the back of your hand
‧₊˚ ┊ You're not gonna question it, but you immediately notice his increased affection towards you
‧₊˚ ┊ In fact, you let it continue without a word just to see how far Sebek is willing to go
‧₊˚ ┊ He starts off small — walking you to your classes and carrying all your books for you, or making sure to get your favorite foods from the cafeteria before they run out
‧₊˚ ┊ Eventually, Sebek decides to up the ante
‧₊˚ ┊ Now Sebek greets you with a kiss smack dab on the lips and a new handpicked bouquet every day
‧₊˚ ┊ You needn't worry about walking to class anymore, for your devoted knight (boyfriend) carries you to all your classes himself (he somehow still manages to get to his own classes on time too)
‧₊˚ ┊ In typical Sebek fashion, it all becomes a little too much, so you finally decide to confront him about all the grand gestures he's been doing
‧₊˚ ┊ "Sebek, you know I love you, right?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Of course, you tell me multiple times a day, dearest. I love you as well — more than anything in this world."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Is that why you've been so over the top lately?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Over the top? Why, I consider my actions as of late to be the tip of the iceberg. You are my significant other and I love you most ardently, so I just convey as much by lavishing you with affection and making your life better — just as you have made mine."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Awwww, you're so sweet, Sebbie! You really don't have to go to such lengths for me, ya know? I appreciate it, but I don't want you running yourself ragged for my sake."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Nonsense, a good knight would make the ultimate sacrifice for the one they love the most. You are the most deserving of my love and effort and I strive to give you my all each and every day."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I'm not asking to go die for me, Seb. I'd never ask you to do that. I know you love me, but you can tone it down a bit, sweetie."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I would die for you if you asked it of me."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I know, Sebek, but then I'd be sad and lonely without you. If you're dead that someone else could come and sweep me off my feet and you wouldn't want that, would you."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I— I hadn't thought that far ahead. Perhaps you are right. In that case, I shall refrain from sacrificing myself for you lest I lose you to another. I must admit, I would be quite sad to be without you too and it would especially hurt to see you fall for another."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, luckily enough you're alive and I'm crazy in love with you, so neither of us have anything to worry about!"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Yes, what luck I must have to be blessed to be able to call you mine."
‧₊˚ ┊ "The feeling's mutual, Seb."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I should hope so. I haven't been doing all of this for a one-sided romance."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Don't worry, this is definitely mutual. I'm as devoted to you as you are to me, my gallant night."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I do so love it when you call me that."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll call you that every day for the rest of our lives."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I shall hold you to that promise, dearest."
