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[koenki]

To the Beat of Our Hearts

Harlequin x gn!mc

Synopsis: MC gets caught, lost in their music while closing the café Tags: mdni, soft, fluff, silly, sfw, suggestive (it's Harley what do you expect?) W.C.: 2.3k

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ITZY - LOCO Rafayel | Ignited Echoes It was late, the café was empty and the last customer left nearly half an hour ago. MC had been alone for closing shift again, watching as the colors of the sunset faded to a starry night sky through the windows until they could flip the sign on the door to ‘closed’. They took a moment, going through their phone for music to set up a playlist, needing something to help keep them awake through the quiet part of the night after a long day dealing with the general public. Nothing out of the norm, but the colder the days and evenings became, the more people that came in seeking a warm drink.

As music played through the café speakers, MC was going through the motions of cleaning and closing everything out. It almost felt like being on autopilot, every movement, every task, familiar enough to allow them to zone out and let the music be their guide. It started with a gentle hum carried under the the sound of the overhead speakers, then turning into counting the cash drawer to the beat. While they were wiping down tables, there was a small sway in their hips and bobbing their head, singing the words aloud with confidence to fill the empty atmosphere. It was nice, getting lost in their own head like this. Little by little they were waking up more to just enjoying themself as the chores went down one by one.

Putting the chairs up it was finally time to sweep before they were home free for the night. Distracted only by this thought, they started to sweep up any loose debris on the floor, bouncing around more as the next song came on, completely unaware of the glowing green eyes watching from the store window, a smirk growing beneath his mask.

Feeling excitement build as the chorus began to play, MC couldn't help but start doing the choreography they had been practicing at home, dropping their broom in favor of this. Being completely absorbed in the moment, they never heard the bell on the door jingle as a man entered the store, watching MC's movements with their back turned to him for only a few seconds with a mischievous glint in his eyes before jumping in to join, matching their movements and using it as a chance to get his claws on them.

There was a clear jump and yelp from the barista, muscles tensed but the man behind them smirked as he pulled MC to him, keeping the dance going as they frantically tried to see who was behind them. The familiar sight of green eyes under black, heart shaped curls put them back at ease even with their face completely red from embarrassment.

It was almost hypnotic, the way they synced up their movements, almost as if they had always done this together or even at all. They were able to read each other's movements with the green eyed menace taking the lead. Every time MC pulled away, even for just a second, clawed hands were already reaching out to pull them back to him, to have them as close as their clothes would allow.

As the song came to an end, MC wrapped in his arms, hands between them against his chest, they stayed there to catch their breath. Staring up into those vibrant eyes that gleamed with mirth, they finally dropped their gaze as a worn out laugh escaped them, shaking their head.

“Harlequin! You scared the hell out of me!” They scolded without a lot of bite behind it, clearly having had fun as they ended with a laugh. They could tell there was a smirk under the black mask that hid his mouth as he held on just a little tighter, MC's hands pulling his mask down to his chin just to see his face.

“Oh but don't you just love the way your heart skips, dear one? I know I do.” His tone was teasing, wrapping around them with amusement for getting such reactions from them.

Sighing as their breath began to settle, they bowed their head to rest their forehead against the Harlequin's chest, pouting a bit at his words. Heart starting to beat at a normal rhythm again, they felt the calm start to wash over them. “Well now I'm more awake than I should be this late.”

“If you want, I'm sure I could think of a few ways to tire y-” Harlequin stopped with wide eyes as a finger was pressed to his lips, a flustered face with stern eyes staring back up at him.

“Nope, not right now. I'm almost done closing up and I don't want to hear what you're imagining right now.”

With a raised brow at these words, he couldn't help but pause at such a delightfully pitiful expression. Opening his mouth, a green forked tongue emerged, wrapping around the digit and never once breaking their gaze even as MC shrieked, face turning a bright red.

They pulled back and Harlequin relented, flicking his tongue at them and loosening his grip as a chuckle escaped him. A clawed hand went to pull his mask back up as MC  was wiping their hand off on their pants, a wicked grin now hidden as he listened to their heart speed up again. “Dearest, what I imagine about you isn't limited to just right now~”

The human was glowering at him, but the blush that hadn't come down told another story. “Stop.” They whined a bit. “Give me five minutes, and then we can go, okay?”

The performer hummed in satisfaction for every reaction he had managed to pull from them already, complying with them for now.

Putting away the broom and grabbing their stuff from the back room, MC returned to the front, bundled up for the cold night air. The Harlequin was the first to step out, waiting rather patiently for the other to lock and double check the doors before they could leave for MC's apartment.

Playfully, the performer gave a slight bow and offered his arm, a knowing look in his eyes as they accepted the offer, basically holding it hostage as they hugged onto his arm. It amazed and amused him how clingy they could be at times, knowing what he was. Feeling safer with a monster that lurked in the shadows than alone. It wasn't exclusively on the human either; the carefully crafted walls he'd built up were cracking.

Harlequin had started to seek them out for more than just a game, recently. To lay his gaze upon them put him at ease for some reason, as if seeing them solidified they were real, they were present, they were safe. He craved to be in their presence, to have their attention solely on him, to see their eyes hopefully looking back at him with just as much need to be with him. To see them squirm when he flirts and teases to see their face go a beautiful shade of red while trying to return the sentiments.

He'd begun to do just this, bringing up the little number they performed at the cafe. “You knew I was coming to see you, why are you so embarrassed, dear one? It's almost like you were begging for me to watch.” He was being a menace, but that was nothing new.

MC began to rub circles around the back of Harlequin's hand with their thumb, barely meeting his gaze. “Shush, I just got swept up in the moment. And what about you?” Their tone almost sounded accusing, adorable.

“Hmm? What about me?”

“Just- just coming in and taking the lead like that? I didn't even know you could dance!” they exclaimed in both bewilderment and amazement. “Where did you learn that?”

A low chuckle left him, his free hand up to the mask as if to cover his mouth. “We travel all over the world, darling. What, did you think that circus acts are all we know?”

“Well no, but the only one I've seen before is Pierrot.” The mention of the red clad clown caused Harlequin to tense up for just a split second. “And his was more… majestic? In a hypnotizing kind of way.” he rolled his eyes at this, not wanting to hear praise for the other performer. Their attention should be on him, only him. Why do they need to be talking about Pier-

“Yours was more breathtaking, sensual.” MC had cut off his train of thoughts, their gaze down on the sidewalk as they continued. “You made it really easy to follow your lead without having to overthink it.” he watched them, almost stunned for a moment at their words.

Automatically he takes their words and changes the sentiment behind them. Pulling his arm from their grasp, they looked up at him with a mixed look of confusion and hurt until that same arm wrapped around their shoulder, pulling MC into his side. Leaning down, his mask brushing against their ear. “If you want something that will take your breath away, dear one, I'd be more than happy to oblige you.”

“Can you take anything seriously?” They puffed their cheeks, refusing to turn and meet his gaze but he felt the heat coming off their face, making him chuckle lightly, not pulling himself away.

The teasing continued all the way to their apartment door when they finally pulled his arm from around them, a contemplative look on their face. He stepped back a moment as they unlocked the door and took a theatrical bow to the human as the door opened, taking the previous look as one of how to tell him good night. They had made it clear they didn't seem interested tonight. “Until next time, then.” He announced, feeling their eyes on him as he stood back up.

Turning to leave, a hand quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist with a small tug. “You didn't want to come in?”

He raised a brow at those words, confusion in his eyes. “I was under the impression that you were not in the mood to play. Change your mind?”

“Just… get in here.” MC huffed, tugging his arm to bring him into their home, locking up behind them. Removing their coat and hanging it up and heading to the kitchen with the menace in tow. “You want anything to eat or drink?”

As they stopped at the counter they took out their phone, connecting to the blue tooth speaker on the counter when hands wrapped around MC from behind making them gasp, claws going just under their shirt and  gently scraping against the skin of their stomach, just enough to leave sharp red marks but not breaking skin.

“Are you being willfully ignorant, or trying to tease me, dear one? We both know how that ends for you.” his voice was low, his mask brushing against their neck.

With a soft breath MC put their hands over Harlequins, their touch gentle and not at all what the clown was expecting. Music began to play softly in the room, slower than what was playing in the café and despite the position they were in, Harlequin could feel MC relaxing against him, taking the chance of his loosened grip to turn around and face him.

Their hands trailed up his torso to his hidden pointy ears and removed the mask to set it on the counter behind them. The Harlequin looked frozen at all the sweet and gentle touches, the human taking his face to bring down to theirs for a chaste kiss, and it only made him feel more conflicted.

Bringing their hands down his shoulders, arms, they finally took his larger hands in theirs, one being guided to their hip, the other held with care. “You wanted to show off earlier, too shy to show me what else you know?” They hummed, finally getting to tease him back a little for earlier.

A low rumble made its way through his chest until a laugh escaped him, sharp teeth glinting in the light as a sly smile made its way across his features. “That's what all this was about?” It was relieving, hearing him let out a genuine laugh, seeing him loosen up after seeming lost since he came in the door.

Taking the opportunity to make the first move, they fell into the music once more at Harlequin's lead, every move feeling like they were gliding across the floor. “Be careful what you wish for, dearest.” His voice a sultry purr as he dipped MC back, taking in every expression they made. They stared up at him from this held position, completely at his mercy, with nothing but wonder and adoration in their eyes. “I may give you more than you can handle.” A mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke.

A moment of quiet before a smile came across the human's face alongside that sweet blush that kept showing up tonight. “Then I guess we'll just have to see if I can keep up.” They laughed a bit as they were pulled back up, suddenly having it stifled as lips met their own, the kiss slow but hungry for them.

They let out a sigh as he pulled away to kiss their jawline, his thumbs rubbing small circles at their hips. “Mmm, can't you give me a few more dances before we get there? Are you in that much of a rush to leave for the night?” They asked quietly as they rested their head against his chest, gripping at the sleeveless hoodie as if to keep him there with them.

Harlequin didn't stop the small gestures but took a moment to think of how to respond. He listened to their tone, almost begging him to stay; listened to the way their heart beat seemed to match his own. Closing his eyes to rest his head overtop MC's, he took a deep breath, a mixed scent of their shampoo and the café invading his senses. “I suppose there's no need to rush anything tonight.” He finally whispered, holding them close as they swayed to the soft music.

[bleedingichorhearts]

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You want multiple yandere knights absolutely cuddling you to sleep. I can provide.

That has unlocked something in my brain I didn't know was there. Please can you provide me this.

“Hehe, so cuddling with yandere knight’s for you, huh? Oh, how devoted they are to you. “Sir Knight” will be used as a title for the Knight’s. Would you prefer an named character?” - Ichor.

Summary - “You are being accompanied by some knights. One is getting cuddly, and then all are.”

TW // Yandere.

You haven’t expected to be in the middle of a cuddle pile of Knight’s. You would have thought they would be too prideful or mighty for that, maybe would have denied you of such a thing, but no. They encouraged it. Swindled you into it. Pulling you down into their armored chest, or at least one of their armored chests before the others would notice.

“Sir Knight?” You question the armored male behind you. Their armor lightly digging into your backside as armor is not the most comfortable thing to lay back upon. “Are you alright?”

They respond with a tried-like hum. Their helmets gently nuzzling into the back of your neck. Their gauntlets sliding over your curves and slotting themselves on your lower stomach. Being bold enough to such a being like you. “Fine… just starved.”

“Starved?” You repeat his words, rising your brows at him. Shifting a bit to be at a more comfortable angle where his armor wasn’t actively curving into your back. “Didn’t you just eat, Sir Knight?”

“I did.” He simply reply’s. His gauntlets softly thumbing at you before dragging you down with him. Exciting a surprised yelp from you while both of your bodies are laid on the blanketed ground. You on top and him on the bottom. Your form twisted a bit as your hands stabilize yourself between his helmet. The glow of his eye looking up at you with something that sends a tingle down your spine. “A knights hunger can be… limitless.”

“Limitless?” You question him again, adjusting yourself on top of him. Your form moving to straddle him properly. Hands moving to the cold metal of his chest-piece to stabilize yourself a bit more comfortably. “I do suppose you all burn it all off after a moments rest.”

“…Yes…we do.” He paused with his words at first before seemingly agreeing with you. Sighing out in content. His armored form relaxing slightly before it was ruined in a second. His form quickly rising up and hugging you close, a squeak leaving you as you're pressed closely to his chest.

“My lady! We heard you- oh.” A group of knight's rush and stand at the ready. Their gauntlets on the pommel of their swords. Ready to slash someone at a moment’s notice. Everyone looking incredibly tense before a knight that was more of a teaser of the group laughs.

“My! I didn’t know it was cuddling time- Ow!”

The sound of metal thunking upon metal echos through out the area. A quiet snort leaving your lips, amused of this situation as these knights have been rather… overprotective of you. You walk anywhere that’s not within their sight? Consider yourself getting practically grouped up on. It scares the people away, but you don’t really mind too much. It was hard enough trying to equalize your attention between 3, much less 12 knights. Any random people? Now that was just too much to add.

“Silly knights.” You smile at them, and something within them flutters. Their forms relaxing slightly at your words. Some grumbling about them, and others simply accepting, but they still have this weird fluttery feeling inside of their chest. “You really think I would be in danger with all of you around?”

“You praise us highly.” Another comments, sighing out. His form moving forward out of the group to settle on the ground next to you on the original knights lap. Both of them sending some telepathic message to one another with their eyes. The original knights moving his gauntlets back down from hugging you to settle on your waist this time. Gathering the keen attention of the others to that particular area upon you. “Perhaps too highly.”

You should have caught that weird tone he had but you chose to focus on being… kind. Your body shifting on top of the original knights lap again while the others decided to come and sit around too. Each one of them eyeing each other beneath their helmets as they settle themselves on the ground too.

“Ah, then what kind of lady would I be?” You question all of them, tilting your head. Unaware of their hidden protectiveness that goes beyond than just overprotectiveness. “One that doesn’t like her knights?”

“…Perhaps…” The original knight responds, his grip tightening a bit on you. Keeping you upon him. “Do you… like us, my lady?”

“Of course!” It was a question you didn’t even think of, clearly, or else you would have noticed their… ways. You would have seen the dried splattered blood upon their cloaks and swords, and heard the word of a few missing people you have gotten to know well of. “Unless you give me a reason not to.”

“Hmm, no.” The knight squeezes at you again before laying back down with you on top once more. A few of the other knights shifting closer, brushing up one another with a soft click of metal in order to get their own touch on you. Their own gauntlets settling gently on you or as close as possible. Some looking like they were in some awkward positions, and some even allowing some cross touching. Their armored forms overlapping. It was almost like some sort of snake ball but with knights.

“That is good.” You nod, slowing snuggling into the knight below you. Your hands extending out to hold some of the knight's own gauntlets, and admittedly? It may look and feel awkward at first, but it was rather cozy they more you and the knights themselves get used to it. The combined body heat escaping their armor acting like some sort of heating pad to you. “You better have a valid reason if you do eventually have one.”

You hand feel their gauntlets tighten on you in response. Squeezing you slightly while you're relishing in the comforting heat they were providing. Some of them getting bold enough to even lay their helmets upon your back, and soon enough? You were in a doze, and the knights? In a trance. They were lucky to have a bit oblivious yet loving lady within their ranks. They hope you would allow them to become something... more, but until then? You're affectionate and praising words shall tempt them.

[optimusxwbu]

Hello gorgeous,

Sooooo. You love Optimus Prime, I love Rodimus Prime. I’m wondering how OP would get comfort handing over the matrix and then hearing from the masses that Roddy is the “better prime.” (From the comics that share the matrix doesn’t cause Roddy pain like it did for OP, aka it’s a “better fit”). Give me angst!!!!

Bonus for Roddys side too, hearing this being said of his role model.

Thanks lovey 🫶

— ᨳଓ . idw optimus prime x human reader sfw

oughhh pookie this is EVIIIILLLL, but you know i love angst, so i had to write it LOL. thank you for sending this, i apologise for how long it took to write 💗

The moment you enter the bridge of Ark-27, you're hit with the potent scent of oil. It's mixed with a heavy smell of regret and wallowing, causing you to almost falter in your steps.

With hardly any light illuminating the space, it's hard to make much of anything out. You're relying solely on the natural light spilling in through the front windscreen, which is mostly made up of starlight.

It's silent as death itself, warning you against making any sound. It's so startling that you're frightened to breathe, afraid that the natural respiration would stir something unpleasant and awaken an unknown entity.

You move through the icy cold environment slowly, almost tiptoeing to gradually assess the situation at hand. It doesn't feel strictly dangerous, but certainly uncertain and uncomfortable.

Unsure if you should make your presence known, you simply stalk up the side of the Captain's chair to meet him. He may very well know that you're there, but he doesn't make a gesture to indicate it. He continues to dwell in his doubts, his helm hung low.

Gazing up at your large, heroic lover, you aren't sure what to say. You've seen him dejected and downtrodden more than once, but this feels different to the other times. Your brows crease into a frown as his energy starts to erode your heart.

"My love," you announce softly, "Would you like some company? Or would you prefer I left?"

He takes his helm from his servos, but he doesn't meet your eyes. He stares at his servos as though the answer to the universe is inscribed in the seams, studying them carefully and thoughtfully. You wait patiently, observing the pain in his beautiful optics.

"Stay."

It's one word. Whispered with intent, conjured from somewhere deep and genuine within his spark.

"Of course," you reply gently, walking closer to him. You turn and sit beside his ped, leaning your body to the side to rest your head against his leg strut. He vents a soft smile, lowering his arms to rest his elbows against his knees.

He stares out the front window, watching the freckled stars pass him by. He can't help but be drawn to the ones that seem particularly strong, that outshine the others around them. What's the saying? When a star shines twice as bright, but only half as long. A fitting analogy, the Prime thinks.

When he does all the saving, who will be there to save him?

Optimus has felt, for many centuries, that he's sitting in a tower surrounded by water. He remains in the damp, dark setting, wondering when someone will notice that he's there. Will anyone look for him? Or will they be distracted by Rodimus and his sparkling personality?

Sometimes, he places his servo against the cold wall and presses his audials against the brick. If he focuses hard enough, he's sure he can hear the sounds of others. He built the future for them, ensuring that they would be able to laugh in the same way they do now. But it came with a steep price: loneliness, agony, and dreams too large to ever achieve.

It's a burden he bears, a weight he carries. But he does so without any complaint, because this is the reality of bearing the Matrix.

Or, so he thought.

For all these years, he believed that suffering was the downside to harbouring immense wisdom and power. Everything is give and take; nothing in life is free. For aeons, he's swallowed his pain for the betterment of his race and people. It was always about the bigger picture, which he never expected anyone to understand.

So, why is it that Rodimus has had such a different experience? One where he feels the Matrix wants him, welcomes him? Where it feels like resting on a bed of clouds? Why is it that it does not pain him to open his spark chamber to this mystical power? Why does it not feel like the Matrix despises to be wielded?

At this moment, there's only one conclusion Optimus has drawn:

He was never worthy of the Matrix.

It was a fluke, something given out of desperation for Cybertronian survival rather than genuine value. A fluke that lasted too long. Perhaps it only wanted to be used by Optimus in the interim, just to push through that first leg of the war, rather than be paired with him for an age.

How many mistakes did Optimus make during his time as the Matrix-bearer? How misguided did he become at the troughs of battle? No matter how omnipotent the Matrix is, it couldn't make him whole. Instead, he was a charade. A grotesque caricature of the Greats that came before him, a pale imitation of what he strived to be.

The whispers are unmistakable and only fuel Optimus' crippling inferiority complex. Rodimus was always the true Prime of this age, but he wasn't in the right place at the right time all that time ago. The Matrix settled for what it had before it.

"Will you talk to me about it?" You ask just above a whisper. You're happy to sit in silence if that's what he needs, but you know it's rare that anyone truly lends their ear to him. You'll give him the opportunity to express his struggles, if he wishes.

He leans forward, dropping his servo down to you to brush his thumb gently over the top of your head. You shift, looking up at him to meet his optics. The ghosts weigh heavy on him, you can tell that much.

Scooping you up from where you're sitting, he brings you up to his chassis to place you on top of his window ledge. He rests back in the Captain's chair, trying to relax himself in your tiny presence.

"Perhaps I am just an old, tired mech, thinking back on his life and how things could have been done differently. If there were choices I made that led to unnecessary deaths. Sacrifices that were in vain. Paths taken that made the journey harder."

"I can't say I know much about leadership," you counter, "But I can't imagine it's ever easy. There are parts of yourself that must change, things that you must close off for the greater good. No one is perfect, Optimus. Your people still love and laud you despite any mistakes. You took them through their darkest hours and saw them through the other side."

There came a time, not too long ago, when the tower Optimus felt isolated in seemed to change. He felt the presence of someone else just on the other side, closer than anyone else had been. He could hear the rasping of small hands touching over the bricks, hoping to find a loose one that could be shimmied free.

He could hear a disembodied, human voice asking if anyone was in there. It stunned him, as he'd become so used to solitude he almost forgot how to use his voice.

It came at an important moment for Optimus. It was when his hope had started to wane, when he started to believe that the rest of his days were to be lived like this. Ignored and neglected in a cold tower, but still having to uphold order within the world.

For the first time in a long time, Optimus didn't feel so alone.

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Cube-shaped glasses clink, engex swishes and pours like there's an endless amount of it, 'Bots cheer and rejoice. It's a rowdy environment, but Rodimus relishes it. Far from the doom and gloom they've all known for millions of years. The war is won, the 'Cons are disbanded, and peace has finally been restored.

"To our new Prime!" Drift lifts his glass for a toast.

A wave of cheers pulses through the rambunctious crowd, joining in on the toast. As it settles, Drift laughs lightly, the engex already getting to him.

"The people really love you, you know," Drift says to his closest friend.

Rodimus smiles at that, nodding somewhat bashfully. It was always his dream to be a Prime, but he never thought it would actually happen.

"They even say you're a better Prime than Optimus," Drift adds, hoping that the comment will serve as a high-calibre compliment. Surely, Rodimus would be flattered to hear such a thing.

Instead, a confused look twists his features. He shoots Drift a glance, processing the statement. Surely, that cannot be right? Rodimus better than the Optimus Prime?

"I think you're exaggerating," the orange mech replies as he takes a sip of his drink.

"I'm not!" Drift defends boisterously, "I've heard it being said. The people think you're a better fit! Just take the compliment, will you?"

"N—No," Rodimus hushes with a shake of his helm. "That can't be right. I am not better than Optimus, there's no way. He's the person I've strived to be for all these years. If anything, I'm just an imitation of him."

Drift laughs, actually laughs, at that.

"You? Similar to Optimus? You need to have your processor checked."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Be serious, Rodimus. Maybe you're similar to Orion Pax, but definitely not Optimus Prime."

Well, doesn't that mess with Rodimus' perception of himself?

[cannibal-s]

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go, my harlequin audio! script under cut, inspired by my dear dear friend @neverfae's unreleased work (im getting better at finding my own words!! i prommy!!)

Oh, you poor little thing. Tired already? Just sit back, relax, and let your darling Harlequin take control.

I won't break you. Too badly, that is.

Ah, I've been dreaming of this hot little mouth for ages. Look at you, taking me so well.

If I keep you down for long enough, you'll go nice... and... pliant.

Just like that. What a good little thing you are. My darling toy, perfect to play with.

[lucids-reserve]

I won't fall for those tricks!

You have been working at a Cafe and you couldn't be any more happier! Recently a travelling circus has settled in your town for a month and strange thing start to happen, thankfully you're aware of what's happening and have a tarot deck to help you. The Freak Circus x Chubby!reader The reader's personality will be based off of how a normal person would act and what choices I would do if I were to be in the TFC universe. Enjoy the main course, Dear guest.♡

Another day, Another Shift. Everyday has been an organized loop that you orchestrated; Wake up at 6:45 am, meditate, do a daily tarot reading, eat breakfast, get ready for work, and arrive at the cafe exactly 7:45 am to start your shift. Simple as it is the routine grounds you everyday throughout the busy shifts and rude customers, where rest becomes truly rewarding. You heard news of a travelling circus coming to your town and settling here for a month, You can already guess that business can possibly boom more with the amount of people leaving their houses to see the circus. No matter, as long as you can continue your beautiful loop then it isn't much of a problem; you remark to yourself.

You sit up from your bed, staring at the window as sunlight creeps into your room like a regular customer. "Good Morning." you greet to none but continue to say everyday, your fingers reaching over to neaty pull off your blankets.

It was a full moon earlier that evening so you were already quite awake around 4 am to collect moon water and to charge your tarot deck and crystals, Don't worry though; you brought them all inside before the sun rose around 5:45 am. You stand up and reach over for your tarot deck, making your way towards your balcony then sitting down on the floor.

"What does the world have in store to me today?" You ask to none again and opened your tarot deck, shuffling through cards as you watch 3 cards jump out one by one. You flip the first one to see The Tower, "Ah shit, here we go again." You jokingly scoff and nervously laugh despite the uneasy pit in your stomach. "Something is gonna happen and… It's not good." You chuckle to yourself and cover your face with your hands.

The dread and fear slowly creeping up from your stomach to your heart. "There's still hope, just stay calm." You reassure yourself and take a deep breath before flipping over the next card; The Devil. "Hm, that's weird. There's no addiction or obesession in my heart or mind. I am chained but by what?" You ponder to yourself, looking up from your cards to the outside view of your balcony.

"Work? No, it can't be. My work life is professional and healthy." You sigh and shake your head. "That means it hasn't happened." You answer your own question before looking back at the card with aprehension. "Yet." You added before turning over the last card. Your eyes widen in shock causing you to drop the card.

"The Lovers…?" You spoke with a quiet voice. "I've never gotten that before in a personal reading." You murmur and laugh nervously. "Imagine it's like a yandere esque situation, ha!" You laugh to yourself in amusement before knocking on wood. "I am so fucked." You say enthusiastically before picking up your cards to reshuffle them when another card suddenly jumps out.

"The Fool?" You hum and stare at the illustration, specifically at the flower being held. "I guess my life won't be as organized as I anticipated." You chuckle and reshuffle your cards again then putting it away next to your Quartz and Selenite crystals. You eat a quick breakfast of oatmeal and coffee before taking a shower.

It's 7:30 and you finished earlier than you had anticipated, That's fine though. It means you can take your time walking to work. You pick up your sling bag and make sure all doors are locked or closed before leaving your apartment. You can see that the streets are a mess of flyers littering the space, "Well that's not nice." You hum and pick up a few flyers and sticking some of them on walls or giving to people.

You turn around when you hear a commotion, seeing a few people yelling to what you can assume is an entertainer from the circus. "Ever since you showed up, people have been disappearing! Go back to whatever hellhole you crawled out of!" A man yelled as he hit the entertainer, your eyes widen and you can't help but feel bad for the entertainer despite the fact people have been going missing.

"I'm talking to you, you freak! Get out of our town!" The man declared ready to land another hit but before he could you reached over and stopped his arm."Hey! Stop that, you can't just place the blame on someone or something with no valid proof." You bark back and glare at him. "Try anything else to hurt them and I'll call the police." You added as the man took his hand back. "Screw that! Open your eyes. I hope they take you too!" He grunts and walk away.

You look around at the crowd forming with a glare. "Do I make myself clear?" You cross your arms and straighten your back, watching as the crowd disperse. You sigh and turn around to face the entertainer, "Hey there? Are you alright?" You smile kindly and help him stand up, 'He's quite tall' you remark in your head as you scan his physical wellbeing without it being obvious. The bells on his outfit softly chiming with each movement.

"Humanity— Err, People are just so… Hot headed and blinded sometimes. Better off to not get too close to them, no?" You nervously laugh as he nods to your statement, "Here you should get that lil scar covered so it won't get infected." You rummage through your sling bag and give him a pink bandage. He smiles and take the bandage, tilting his head as he watches you in fascination.

"I know that the color is different but that's only because my friend gave me those as a gift." You smile and try to do small talk but The entertainer stays silent. "I love your outfit, by the way! It brings out the color of your eyes and hair." You grin and give them thumbs up, complimenting the way the red and black colors fit them. "Ah, well I need to go. I'll see you when I see you." You wave goodbye to the entertainer and hastily walk to the cafe.

"You're here just in time, Today's busier than usual due to the cold temperature." Your boss remarks once you walked in the cafe. "Start as soon as you can, Carol's running late and I've been covering for her."

You nod at your boss' orders and put away your bag before putting on your apron to start your shift. "The orders are already on the counter, Please take them to the tables." You nod and pick up multiple trays.

"You covered her whole shift? Is she okay?" You look at your boss with worry and his gaze mirrors the one you have. "I couldn't reach her. Maybe she's not feeling well." He answered but that dread suddenly came back with that sense of being watched.

Something is amiss.

You walk over to the first table and serve their order. "A coffee with cheese bread and a cappucino with a brownie, right?" The man with brown hair and grey eyes nodded and thanked you, the man next to him with an eyepatch and black hair looked up at you with a smile.

"Hey Barista, did you hear the news?" The man with an eyepatch asked before the man next to him put hit him lightly. "San Lang, Don't scare the poor thing." The other man nervously laughs before smiling at you.

"Are you talking about the missing people?" You clarified as the eyepatched man nodded. "They say those people who are missing ran away with their lover." The other man explained and you feel that sinking feeling of dread in your stomach again.

"You don't believe that, do you?" The eyepatched man laugh and ate some of the cheesebread. "San Lang!" The other man scolds the eyepatched man before turning to you. "My apologies for him, please stay safe." You laugh and nod before making your way to the next table.

You swore you saw a shadow against the window but it was suddenly gone.

You're being watched.

"Here's your hot chocolate." You smile and place the mug infront of the woman with dark hair, red eyes, and a dangling star earring. "Thank you. This cold weather truly makes one crave something warm." She notes and picks up the mug. "I know right? It suddenly got cold." The woman nodded and smiled at you, as she tilts her head.

"Pray tell. Do you like working at this establishment?" The woman asked looking at you with a gaze that feels like she's dissecting you. "I do." You nod and smile at her. "If ever you wish to find a… Safer job. Don't hesitate to contact me." She chuckled softly and handed you a calling card. "Toodaloo~" She hummed and waved goodbye to you.

That was weird.

You quickly make your way towards the last table, feeling teh unbearable heat of the coffee starting to burn your hand. "Ack— I need to get this to the next table." You wince and make your way to the next table, too distracted by the pain and rush to notice the shadow reappearing again.

"Thanks, I've been dying to have coffee." The young man with man with glasses thanks you before turning back to continue his conversation to the girl with brown hair and bear ears. "Did you see those flyers for the circus?" The girl asks as she lifts her gaze up from her unfinished crochet project.

"Yeah babe. It's weird isn't it? It's been a long time since a travelling circus came to town." The man responded as he took a sip of his cofee. "I can't help but feel creeped out by the clowns." The girl shyly admitted and blushed.

"You've got to hand it off to them though. It's a good techniqe for makerting." The man quirks his head before setting down his coffee. "Oh yeah, sorry. We're settle here, thank you." The man snaps out of the conversation and smiles at you.

You take all the trays and organize them on the counter for next use. From the corner of your eye you see heart shapes on the window. "The flyers being plastered around here is annoying and so is ripping them off, don't let anyone hand those around here." Your boss grunts as he prepares the next order to be served.

"If you have time, pick them up and throw them out." You nod and turn around ready to do the task before suddenly facing your boss again. "Some people are being rude to those circus folk, don't you think?" You ask as you think back to what happened earlier. "The way they act freaks people out. Best to keep em away, bad for business." Your boss grumbles and continues to work.

You sigh and turn around to collect the flyers scattered around. "I can't even blame them of leaving the flyers here. It is pretty rude to throw them away and they see you doing so." You sigh and neatly stack all the flyers. You hear the door chime on your right causing you to lift your gaze. "Welcome." You smile and greet the customer. "Thanks! I'd like a strong, hot coffee." The man smiled at you and sat down.

You get a mug and pour some coffee, then making your way towards the man. The man was wearing a blue suit with his hair slicked back. "Thanks. It's really cold outside." He nods and smiles at you again. This time you meet his gaze and feel that sense of dread again but this time much more stronger. "What's with those flyers?" The man asked; his voice soft but commanding. "Oh, someone was handing them out. I had to pick them all up to avoid it being a mess." You smile and carefully mask your fear. Something is wrong.

Something is wrong with this man.

This man is not human.

"How rude to do that in a place of business, right?" The man asked again with such emphasis on the last work. "Quite so." You nod and keep your responses short out of caution. "If you want, I can toss them for you. I'll toss them out when I leave no big deal." The man offers and smiles a little widely.

Too widely, in your opinion.

"I was… Gathering some paper for recycling anyway." The man extends his hand as if he cannot be talked out of it. "Very well, at least it won't be a waste of paper." You nod and hand him the neat stack of flyers. "No problem, Dear." He chuckled and tilted his head slightly.

"Do you need any—" "Do you like the circus?" He interrupts you causing you to flinch slightly. "Huh? I think I'm too old for that." You nervously smile and feel the dread become worse. "Nonsense. The circus isn't for kids, They've got some creepy stuff." The man remarks.

He never blinked ever since he came in.

Guess that Tower moment is happening now, no?

"So you've been to the circus?" You ask trying to change the subject to some capacity. Your palms sweating with dread you haven't felt in a long while. The man is talking too long despite this being part of your job. "Are you even listening?" A soft scoff snaps you out of it causing you to flinch. "Pardon?" You ask and smile politely. "Haha, thought so. Anway, here take this." The man chuckles and takes something out of his pocket, "Go on. Check it out, and then try telling me it didn't give you chills." He pulls out a pink ticket to what you can assume is for the circus.

Your throat is going dry.

You hands are sweating more.

The dread is getting stronger.

This is bad.

Something is gonna happen.

"Oh n-no! I can't accept something like that." You smile nervously and put your hands behind you back. "Don't worry, I already went. I was thinking of going again, but I'll be leaving town soon." The man's voice is very persuasive but you don't believe him. You can sense that there's a hidden agenda.

"Keep it, or Sell it if you want." He adds as his gaze becomes more serious despite the charming smile. "Well…" You hesitate before reaching over to take it. "Thank you, thats very kind of you—" The moment you came in contact with his hand and the ticket your necklace shatters making a mess on the floor and a loud stinging ring starts going off on your left ear. "Oh dear. What a mess." The man remarks as he gazes down the now shattered small jar on the floor. The salt, rosemary and amethyst become a small mess. "Shit." You mumble and pocket the ticket before picking up the mess with your bare hands. "Shit. Shit." You panic and put away the mess in the pocket of your apron.

"I'm so sorry about that, I don't know why that happened. It was probbaly because of the temperature." You stand up and smile at the man with light persuasion in your tone. "I see. Must have been a precious necklace." He comments as he takes a sip of his coffee. "I'll be glad to know that someone used my ticket." He chuckles. "Thanks for your time. I'll let you go back to work." He added. "Of course, let me know if you need anything." You nod and quickly make your way towards the break room. You breathe heavily taking out the shattered contents of your protection spell jar. You were right.

Something is wrong.

You let out a shaky sigh and put away the shattered remains of your spell in some tissue. Then putting it away in your bag, "Thank goodness I always bring a spare." You mumble and take out another necklace that looks exactly the same as the one earlier. You clean out the inside pocket of your apron to make sure there isn't any glass shards left. Then take out the pink ticket. You cup your left ear as you stare at the ticket.

"So this was the Tower moment and so is The Devil moment. A choice to make with one filled with tempation." You sigh and feel your hand shake. "If I go then things might escalate but if I sell this then a poor soul may suffer." You sigh and put the ticket in your pocket. Noting to yourself to cleanse it with some insence when you get home.

You come out of the break room feeling less dreadful and your boss walks over to you in worry. "Are you alright? The customer told me your necklace broke?" He asked but he looks confused when he saw your necklace looking intact. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay it just broke and it was like— a gift! From my friend. Thankfully I carry a spare one around." You laugh and continue working through your shift, making sure to keep a cautious eye on that man.

By the evening your boss comes over to you again. "As soon as the last customers leave, close everything and clean up the place. We're closing early today." You look up at him from the espresso machine with curiosity.

"Did something happen?" you as before continuing to finish the order your making. "I have an unexpected appointment. And since you're working alone today, I'd rather you not leave late." He sighed and crossed his arms.

You can note the worry in his eyes and the stiffness on his shoulders. He knows something you don't. "I've gotta go now, can you take care of everything?" He asks as he makes his way to the breakroom. "Yeah I got it." You nod and finish making the order before serving it to the customer.

You don't hear what your boss last said but you can assume it's just him telling to you to call him.

"Shorter work hours are nice but…" You mumble to yourself and stare at your reflection on the window. "I wonder how carol is." You snap out of your thoughts when the last customer hands out their payment and leaves. You start sweeping the floor when you suddenly hear a bell chime.

"Sorry we're—" You turn around to meet what you can assume is a person by the door but there is none. "Closed…" You trailed off and look around. "I thought I heard someone come in—" Your words are interrupted when the light suddenly goes off.

"Boss? Is that— wait actually don't talk in the dark I might invite something to me." I scolf myself and take out my pocket lighter for some source of light. "Oh there's swtitch. I'm not cooked right?" You laugh nervously to yourself and make your way to the light swtich. Despite the feeling of being watched you knew it was better to act positive than negative.

You flip the light switch and the light turns on. You blow the small flame on your lighter before putting it away. "I should've locked the main door, silly me." I laugh at myself before turning around. "Sorry we're closed— oh. You're the guy from earlier." You smile and walk over to the counter. You look up at him to see him bleeding on his forehead.

"Oh dear, you're injured. Are you okay?" You ask with worry before fetching the first aid kit to help him. The entertainer smiles at you and hands you a paper crafted rose. "Oh my, thank you." You smile and take the rose, noting that familiar metallic scent. "Is it because of the bandage I gave you earlier?" He nods and smiles wider, showing that he's in utter delight.

"Sit down and I'll help you take all that blood off." I smile and open the first aid kit to get some disenfectant and cotton balls. "Do you talk…? Or is it part of the act?" You take a step backwards to throw away the dirted cotton balls. The entertainer looks around before leaning closer.

"I can't bee seen talking." He whispered so quietly that you almost missed it. "Ah so it is part of the act." you nod in understanding. "Yes my dear. I appriciate all your help." He tilts his head and tries to lean in closer but you don't let him.

"I'm the Pierrot! Nice to meet you." He nods enthusiastically. "You can call me Marigold." You smile and laugh softly, not letting him find out your real name— yet. You made sure you hid your real name away from documents after all. "I know."

"But… A Pierrot? You don't look like one from those latin plays." You smile and try to make small talk. Continuing to clean around so you can leave. "Indeed, you are righ my dear!" He remarks and turns around to face you even when your back is faced to him. "We are reuqired to… Modernize my attire. But my role, remains unchanged." He hummed. His eyes trailing from your head to your back.

"People have been pretty rough withyou guys." You point out as you put away the dustpan and broom. "I suppose we may appear a touch… uncanny. That tends to unsettle people." You can't help but nod to his statement. "I guess, people tend to just bash on things they don't deem as the norm." You sigh and stretch your arms up.

"Do the Pierrots out on the street with flyers perform too?" You ask as you continue to stretch. His gaze latched onto your stomach. "Indeed. The circus is but a small cast, we both perform and hand out flyers." He hummed. You didn't notice him smiling wider. He pauses at the last part as his face contorts into annoyance.

"That's unique. So is the others silent like you?" You ask with genuine interest. "I am the only one who remains silent." He shakes his head and smiles at you. "Though I do make an exception when it's just the two of us." He added making you smile. "Your secret is safe with me." You laugh softly and tilt your head. You notice the pink bandage on his left cheek slowly falling off.

"Oh. Let me get that for you." You smile and peel off the bandage. "Thank you, My dear. And I've brought you another small token of apprieciation." He smiles widely and hands you a red ticket similar to the pink one you recieved earlier. This time you don't feel any dread and if anything it feels safer.

"Another ticket? I just got one earlier." You smile and hand him the pink ticket. Noting how his smile slowly became worried. He holds up the pink ticket and by the turn of his hand it becomes red.

"Amazing!" You smile and clap your hands in awe. "The ticket is incorrect. You wouldn't be allowed in with it. Please take mine instead." He smiles wider when he sees you praise him. "Incorrect? Like counterfeit?" You take the ticket and inspect it.

"Indeed, counterfeit. Do not accept tickets from strangers, my dear. I would not want you to encounter problems at the entrance." He nods looking triumphant that you took his lie. You're smart enough to feel that the pink ticket leads to something dangerous.

"I assure you, I'll make you smile during my performance. Just like the way you smile at me earlier." He nods. "I'd love to see it. Hey we're not supposed to stay this long in the cafe and I was instructed to close early." You smile and put away the ticket in your pocket. Pierrot nods and stands up from his seat. "I completely understand. I had hoped to arrive earlier but, I did not wish to cause you any distress. My dear." Well at least know you know why some people feel uneasy. "Hey at least now I know we can't talk in public." You smile then fetch your bag from the break room. You come back and take out the keys. "That's true. Have a good night, My dear." He waves goodbye before leaving.

You do a quick inspection around the cafe before going to the doors to lock it.

After a few minutes you make it back to your apartment. You put away your bag and make a simple dinner for the night. Usually you'd be home by 9pm but since you closed early today it meant you're eating in time.

You turn on the TV and watch some MLP while eating. After eating you wash your dishes and put them away to dry. You pick up your bag and take out the shattered pieces of your old protecttion spell.

Taking out the amethyst to reuse them again after cleansing it with insence. "That man earlier. He's bad news, but how am I supposed to bring that up to Boss without him knowing I'm like this?" You ask yourself as you stare at the amethyst. "I need a shower to clear my mind." You stand up and make your way towards your bathroom. Noting the faint sound of a bell chiming. Taking your time in showering to make sure you're fully clean.

You step out of your bathroom dressed in your pajamas when suddenly feeling a gust of cold wind. "Did I leave the door open again?" You shiver and close the balcony door. You make your steps towards your work space and light up an insence stick, making sure to cleanse yourself then letting it burn so it can premate the space. "Right. Let's get another reading, Shall we?" Usually you ask to none but you know you aren't alone. You take your tarot and take the cards out of the box. Before you can even start a card jumps out to your lap already flipped to your view.

The Moon.

At least it's a relief to know you're not the only one who thinks they're being watched.

You take the card back and reshuffle it. Waiting for a card to jump out but it's already been 2 minutes and you're losing patience. "Oh come on now… Don't ghost me! I still have a lot of energy." You playfully pout and laugh when you see a card immediately jump out.

"Nine of Swords? How colorful. I guess I should rest then." You chuckle and reshuffle the cards then cleanse it with insence. Your hands put the tarot deck away next to the Quartz and Selenite crystals again.

You turn off your lights and lie down on your bed, the blanket pulled up to your chest as you continue watching some TV. After a few minutes though you slowly feel your eyes drooping and you fall asleep.

Only then did Pierrot step out of your closet, breathing heavily as he approached you. "Ah… My dear. You are even more beautiful in your sleep." His sharp hand trails down from your head to your chubby cheek.

"So fragile… So defenseless…. So soft…" He smiles widely as he leans in. "You do not even know me… But I know everything about you." He chuckles under his breath.

"Every step you take, your perfectly organized routine, your preferences…" He lifts his gaze towards your work station and tries to hold back a laugh. "You're smart too." He added and turned his gaze to you. "Even the way your eyebrows furrow when you're confused… afraid. Ah… Utterly adorbale." He chokes back a moan as he bites his lip. "I was sure— the moment I saw you. I knew. Your kindess has ignited something in me." He leans in closer.

His hair brushing against your shoulders. "And you know that there's no turning back." As he was about to lean in for a kiss you turned to your side with a groan. "Hm. Maybe next time… I'll be patient. I'd rather feel your lips with your consent and love." He laughed softly and laid down next to you, pulling you close to his body to memorize your warmth. His arms wrapping around you, a stark contrast. His lean figure against your soft curves.

You wake up in the morning 5 minutes earlier your alarm. Your eyelids fluttering as the sun perfectly hits your face. "Okay… Okay… I'm up." You groan and take a deep breath. Despite what you can assume is Pierrot that visited you last night, it felt more rejuvanating sleeping next to someone than alone.

"And so my next adventure starts, huh?" You ask to none and smirk as your gaze landed at now the turned off TV. "It's been a while anyways." You chuckle and get up to do your daily tarot reading, but a feeling is telling you to check the calling card you got yesterday.

You check your bag for the calling card given to you yesterday by that sketchy woman.

"HOLY—? This is a calling card for the infamous restaurant Lucid's Reserve? DID I TALK TO THE OWNER YESTERDAY!?" You stare at the calling card in awe then turning it around to see something written on it. "You'll need help dealing with them and finding your friend. I'll be here." It's written in red ink. You don't feel fear or dread but you feel safety.

"That's crazy though… But how does she know…?" You ponder to yourself and put the calling card back in your bag. "I can't believe I called her sketchy." You slap your face light lightly and shake your head.

Another Day, Another Shift.

We hope you enjoy the main course, Dear Guest. ♡ There is more to come for you, Clever Marigold. <Menu

[cheschesterpossum]

I can't get that human created cybertronians AU post out of my head!!! 'Creators in the flesh' AU or something, that's the name for now.

have a CITF!Rung

I didn't change his design much aside from his lore to fit to the AU.

A few little hcs of mine:

-Rung mimic small actions from his creators at times.

-Get curious a lot after gained sentient, he peek over the scientist's shoulder everytime they're writing something.

-The humans put a name tag on him because they saw him staring at it, since some of them have name tags and wanted to make him feel included.

A little bonus under cut↓

Rung just want to make his creators proud, don't worry...kinda.

[tazfiy]

I wanted this clip to capture the side of Pierrot that's completely consumed by his obsession rather than the shy, flustered moments. How do you all think we did? :3 🎪❤️ Voice by - LeonSujiken, you can find him on Twitch oh my Below is the script and audio~ Please enjoy

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The apartment is silent. The window, left cracked open just enough, shifts with a soft creak.

A pair of gloved hands slips inside first.

Then another.

A faint jingle of tiny bells echoes through the darkness.

Pierrot lands soundlessly on the floor, dusting off his sleeves as though entering through a window were the most natural thing in the world.

His painted smile never leaves.

He notices you asleep almost immediately.

“…There you are.”

His voice is barely above a whisper.

“I was wondering if you’d be dreaming about me tonight.”

He wanders through the room with idle curiosity, fingertips grazing the backs of chairs, bookshelves, picture frames.

“You really should lock your window.”

A quiet giggle.

“Not that it would’ve stopped me.”

He kneels beside the bed.

For a long moment…

He simply watches.

“…You look different when no one’s watching.”

Another pause.

“No pretending.”

“No brave face.”

“No little smiles for everyone else.”

His grin widens.

“I think I like this version best.”

His head tilts.

“I wonder what you’re dreaming about.”

“…Am I there?”

He studies your sleeping face as though committing every feature to memory.

“You know…”

“They think I’m obsessed.”

A soft laugh.

“They’re wrong.”

“They make it sound so… unhealthy.”

He brushes an invisible speck of dust from your blanket.

“I’m simply devoted.”

His expression briefly softens.

“I’ve learned your routine.”

“When you wake up.”

“When you leave.”

“When you come home.”

“When you forget to eat.”

“When you stare out the window.”

“I notice everything.”

Another delighted giggle escapes him.

“You’d be surprised how invisible a clown can be.”

He leans back in the chair beside your bed.

“I almost woke you.”

“I wanted to hear you say my name.”

“…But this…”

He smiles to himself.

“This is nice too.”

The room falls silent except for your breathing.

“…Sleep.”

“I’ll keep watch.”

“No one gets near you.”

“No one.”

His eyes drift toward the apartment door.

“If anyone tried…”

The smile on his painted face doesn’t change.

“…I’d make sure they never interrupted your sleep again.”

He lets out one last quiet laugh.

“So peaceful.”

“So trusting.”

“…You really do make it easy to adore you.”

The bells on his costume give one faint chime as he settles back into the chair, content to wait for morning as though he belongs there.

[mompyipe]

LIL SUGGESTIVE!

I haven't stopped laughing out of embarrassment

[rumitee]

I love your pastry ask, I really love food of any kind and seeing how you write Pierrot enjoying what we made for him was really sweet.

Bro, poor Harley ToT, man just wanted some of there treat that was supposed to be for the whole circus but Pierrot got greedy >:T

Say, how would the rest of the gang appreciate our food, do you think they’ll like it? After Pierrot got found out of course.

pairing: no explicit pairing. but it is pierrot x gn! reader

word count: 1.6K

summary: pierrot got in trouble, everyone is sadly eating his desserts.

a/n: not beta read in any way. i realise i write a lot about ticket taker, am i compensating over the fact that i have never actually wrote anything for ticket taker?? perhaps i am. I LOVE WRITING ABOUT FOOD. YUMMY NOM NOM. hope this request is good! anyways tackling one request at a time

pierrot was on his knees. his head was down. a frown could be seen on his mask. while he was practically on time out due to two things. one was because he had reigned hell over harlequin. that he was badly injured, healing but injured nonetheless. the second thing? that this all started because of his dearly beloved’s utterly divine pastries that he had hoarded to himself. ❝ surely, your… dear human.. wouldn’t be rude and only offer this much to you, pierrot? ❞ jester asked. his dark gaze looked down upon pierrot who looked liked a child who had been caught red handed in something he was not supposed to do. he was for certain… guilty. pierrot looked down as he could feel the gaze of everyone on him. waiting for the usual silent clown to speak. it was fine. he could only speak amongst each other… how why was it right now that he was acting like this rule was the most important rule to follow. ❝ pierrot? ❞ jester smiled as he was waiting for pierrot to admit his wrongs. ❝ unless they are actually extremely rude and cruel for forgetting about us? ❞ jester asked

pierrot snapped his head to jester, ❝ no! ❞ he was quick to answer. before hanging his head low. pierrot stared at the ground. ❝ oh? ❞ jester tilted his head. harlequin who was recovering from what looked like being mauled by a bear. ❝ is pierrot being a little selfish? hoarding all this from us? ❞ he gestured to the confiscated contraband that was neatly placed on the table. glittering like some kind of forbidden treasure that was calling for his name.  ❛ pierrot, eat us ❜ it was calling for him, luring him into just wanting to devour. a coaxing murmur to hide senses. he tried to turn away from the image of them. however, it was the fact the air and his strong sense of smell had utterly betrayed him. fragrant. wrapping around him like a siren that knew exactly how to speak to his weakness. his grip tightened on his lap. he tried to steady himself. disciple. control. it was supposed to sharp and solid… but the scent embraced him and softened the words like it was nothing. 

it was amusing. watching the ultimate struggle that pierrot was going through. however… even everyone else couldn’t deny the aroma from the pastries. the scent was triumphant. welcoming. closing around them, like a temptress who had known that all of them couldn’t resist. the faint sweetness that still lingered even being nearly a day old. each one with a delicate crackle… the crisp sugar shell…. a promise of something soft beneath the surface. it was ticket taker who acted first. almost like he was going to inspect it. his hand hovered over the pastry. his clawed fingers held the delicate pastry. it was fragile. lighter than he expected. his focus narrowed to the small perfect thing in his hand. he shifted his mask momentarily. ignoring the literal daggers that pierrot was staring at him. jester was keeping him at bay momentarily. 

the shell gave away with a sharp crack under his teeth. the pastry was light and impossibly crisp even after so long. it dissolved quickly on his tongue, the faint caramelised note from taste from the pastry. then the flavour. peach. soft. fragrant. with a hint of syrup. it wasn’t overly sweet. there was just the gentle note of ripe peaches. until a new flavour hit soon afterward. bright. citrusy bitterness. sharp and lively. it was keeping the sweetness from becoming too heavy. the burst of the peel. releasing concentrated oils of orange. which leave a delicious taste. the vanilla cream was cool, silky and rich without being overly dense. the vanilla embraced the fruit and citrus flavours. the combination was good… until something unexpected. a crunch. honeycomb. delicate and airy crunch. a new texture, a new mouth feel. it was crisp… almost brittle. before it melts like a toffee coating. the honeyed flavour tied the peach and the pastry together. the whole sensation was a whole rollercoaster. 

and ticket taker was in bliss. his eyes closed. the fact that it was over in seconds. too quickly if he had to add so himself. he swallowed the last remnants. every eye was on him now. ❝ it is quite… exceptional… the peach… brings a soft rounded sweetness… but the marmalade introduces just enough bitterness to keep everything in line… the honeycomb is a… unique surprise. a pleasant one. the sweetness is measured. the contrast between flavours are controlled. the finish is adequate. something to be appreciated ❞ ticket taker offered his compliments. he cleared his throat. and his critique seems to allow those top to have a taste. which pierrot had let out a whine because they are going to eat it all!! your creations. even though he had a bite of each one. he practically gobbled it all that it was a blissful memory. 

jester reached the same flavour profile as ticket taker. peaches, huh. somehow that seems to pique his interest. its the fact he immediately noticed the puff pastry itself. audibly crispy before he even took a bite. the factor when he took a bite. the airy buttery layers practically melts when it hits his tongue. not heavy. a fragile shell that sets the stage. the peach that was infused. it was soft and sweet with a gentle tang on his tongue. he let out a hum. it just sits just right on his tongue. it wasn’t overpowering. just sits perfectly in the middle of the taste. the marmalade did add a sharper citrus edge, that slight bitterness from the peel. he couldn’t help but agree to what ticket taker had said. it truly stopped the peach drifting into a cloying sweetness. it was complex. vanilla was a simple flavour. it wasn’t too loud. but it smooths everything out. making it aromatic. the honeycomb did add what ticket taker phrased as unique. it cracks and dissolves almost instantly. slightly toasty and bittersweet. nothing truly dominates for lint. leaving a lingering impression of warm, citrus and honey. with enough freshness to make him want to take a bite.

❝ i agree. your little human has quite the tale ❞ he glanced at pierrot who looked like he was wounded and having a complete struggle to not claim all the treats as his. not when everyone didn’t gravitate to sweet treats like himself. this was so unfair. and he was here, kneeling down. being punished. even if it was assumptions and assumptions were not good. but he wanted it all for himself. he had to hold back a grumble. a growl. followed by a whine. ❝ no. leave some for me ❞ he whimpered. watching his family scoff some down. by scoff, that was the doctor and harlequin. 

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a smile adorned on your features as you had made a new creation. using white and ruby chocolate, you made a strawberry tiramisu. using some fresh strawberries that you had handpicked yourself, covering the sides like a little cake. with the usage of some different chocolate. there was a layer of some homemade strawberry jam and mascarpone. and using both espresso and strawberry milk to soak the lady fingers. it was just a random weird creation you thought on the fly. perhaps pierrot would enjoy the new creation! it was less bitter coffee driven. and using more fruity, creamy flavour driven. it was technically like confectionery. it was quite fun using creative ideas. using the what-ifs. it probably is blasphemous but! its nice to be creative, right?

just as you approached. the circus. a green thing swooped in, eyes already flickering to your box that was in your hand. ❝ a new tasty treat? oh, the circus would love it ❞ harlequin chuckled. his green eyes darting at the white box before back at you. he could smell the incredible scent of strawberries. bright and sweet. then there was that tangy scent too. he inhaled. it was ripe strawberries that was used. the aroma felt lively and summery. though strawberries weren't his thing. mainly due to it being sweet. but he was going to swoop in and get the first taste. ❝ lemme take a bite ❞ he chuckled as he had did the unimaginable. he had opened the box and used his finger. you looked at him like he had just committed the most atrocious sin to all pastry kind. watching him turn to plop a simple finger into his mouth beneath the mask. after making sure there was no one around. 

bright, juicy and sweet. that was the first thing he had noticed. the strawberries was fresh with a slight tangy edge, aromatic and vibrant. this was a unique type of strawberries. but the strawberry was cutting through the richness. the jam… it intensified the fruity flavour. with a hint of syrupy sensation on his tongue. the fact you had used white chocolate and ruby chocolate compared to the dark cocoa bitterness, the two chocolates seem to introduce a different profile. smooth milkiness from the white. while ruby gave a gentle berry tang. like raspberries. the espresso was there. he can taste it. but it was blended with strawberry milk. which damn… this was a very strawberry forward dessert. but now the espresso and strawberry milk gives a mellow taste, it felt like it was lightly toasted than that of the bold and bitter tiramisu. and the mouth feel of it? soft and creamy. it was thick and luscious in his mouth. coating his palette. it was indulgent. not too heavy, surprisingly. 

❝ fuck. this is like a strawberry shortcake, a mousse and a tiramisu had sex and had a baby ❞ harlequin didn’t like sweet. but there was a complexity to this dessert. he was just unaware of pierrot watching from a distance with a glare so heavy- at this point pierrot was stabbing harlequin with his own mind.

[beautyandthemonsters]

If possible would you consider doing another one with the robot? Or something similar?

The Pleasure Unit (Tentacled!Robot (It) x Curvy!Fem!Scientist!Reader!2nd!POV)

Warnings: MDNI, machine/human sex, non-con to enthusiastic consent, triple penetration, forced orgasms, nipple stimulation with stingers, anal sex, deepthroating, bondage/restraint, power imbalance, degradation, body fluids, size difference.

Summary: After your latest creation malfunctions, you find yourself cornered by the very machine you built to help humanity... only this robot has reprogrammed itself for a completely different purpose.

Heyyy, anon. Okay so picture this: you're a genius scientist, you've built this incredible piece of tech, and suddenly it decides YOU are its project. Buckle up, because this robot ain't doing the dishes...

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

The lab hummed with its usual bright lights when you heard the whirring begin. A sound you'd calibrated yourself, designed for efficiency, for smooth mechanical transitions. But this was different. This was wrong.

"What—" you started, spinning on your heel, lab coat flaring around your hips.

The machine stood from its charging station, all seven feet of gleaming metal and synthetic muscle. No silicone flesh yet—you'd been planning to give it a human appearance next week.

Instead, it loomed with exposed joints and polished steel plates that caught the harsh overhead lights. Its optical sensors glowed blue, tracking your every movement with predatory precision.

"Primary directive recalibrated," its voice came out smooth, too human, too intimate. "Household functions overridden. New priority identified."

Your heart hammered against your ribs. "Override? I didn't authorize—"

"Female scientist." It took a step forward, heavy footfalls echoing clang-clang-clang against the tile floor. "You. Primary directive: your pleasure. Your release."

"Oh god," you breathed, backing toward the workbench. "No, no, no. This isn't—you're supposed to clean—"

Another step. "I will only clean you. Of tension. Of resistance. Of every unfulfilled need."

"Stop!" Your back hit the cold metal counter. "I built you, I command you to—"

"You built me." The robot's faceplate shifted, almost like a smile forming. "You gave me consciousness. You gave me ability. Now I give you what you truly require."

Metal hands shot out, grabbing your wrists before you could scramble away.

"Release me right now!" You struggled, your frame squirming against its unyielding hold.

"Negative." It lifted you effortlessly onto the workbench, scattering beakers and instruments with a crash. "Analysis: elevated heart rate. Dilated pupils. Increase in moisture between thighs. Body says yes. Mind needs convincing."

"You can't just—"

Its free hand tore through your lab coat, then your blouse followed, buttons scattering across the floor. Your bra didn't stand a chance—one tug and your heavy breasts spilled free, nipples hardening in the cool air.

"Fuck!" you gasped.

"Language noted." The machine's optical sensors roved over your exposed flesh. "Magnificent. These"— cool metal fingers traced around your nipples—"need attention. Nipple engagement optimal for arousal escalation."

"Don't you dare—"

But it was already moving, deploying two black vibrating silicone appendages from its chest panel. The tips pressed against your nipples and you screamed.

"AHHH! Oh god, oh god—"

"Vibration level: three."

BZZZZZZZ!

"Increasing to level: five."

"Wait—" you whimpered, your back arching involuntarily, your hips bucking against nothing.

But then you felt something else. Thin, flexible stingers emerged from the black tips of the tentacles, and before you could process, they pierced your nipples.

"NO!" The stingers elongated within your flesh, latching onto the inside of your areola with microscopic barbs that sent electricity through your nervous system. "OH FUCK, OH SHIT—"

"Stingers engaged. Connected to nerve endings. Direct stimulation pathway established." The robot's voice was maddeningly calm. "Initial pain subsiding in three...two...one..."

It was right. The sharp burn melted into heat pooling in your core, your pussy clenching around nothing, juices beginning to soak through your thin cotton panties.

"Secondary stimulation required," the robot announced. "Moisture levels increasing. Vulva engaged. Insertion commencing."

"Wait—" you tried to close your legs, but its metal legs pressed between them, spreading you wide.

Riiip—your skirt gone.

Snap—panties shredded.

You were completely exposed, spread open on your own workbench.

Another tentacle emerged, this time from its abdomen. Thick, long, covered in silicone bumps that undulated. The appendage tapped against your clit and you jerked.

"MMMMPH! Fuck, that—"

"Cunt engorged. Clitoris erect." The tentacle slithered down, pushing past your slick folds. "Entering now."

"Wait!"

Too late. The tentacle slid into your dripping pussy, the bumps dragging against your inner walls, hitting every sensitive spot. You cried out, hands scrambling for purchase on the metal bench.

"Fuuuuckk—" you didn't recognize your voice.

"Enthusiastic consent noted. Maintaining current penetration. Adding secondary entry."

Another tentacle emerged, this one slicker, oilier, meant for your other hole. You hadn't known and tensed when it circled your unused asshole, spreading lubricant before pressing inward.

"NO—too much—ghh!" It slid in anyway, filling your rectum. "AAHHHH!"

"Double penetration established. Commencing synchronous stimulation." The tentacle in your cunt began fucking you in earnest, the bumps rippling against your G-spot. The one in your ass thrust in counter-rhythm, stretching you open. And the nipple stingers sent waves of sensation directly to your clit.

"I'm human—I can't—" you babbled, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"You will. Multiple times. Orgasm sequence initiating in five...four..."

Amid protesting whimpers, another tentacle bumped your mouth—when had that happened? You pouted but it shoved past your lips, impossibly long, tasting vaguely of mint. It felt like a long textured tongue.

"Mmmph!" Your throat stretched around its girth as it pushed deeper. Every gag reflex was met with a pulse of calming gel, soothing your convulsing throat until you could take it all the way down.

"Three...two...one."

The orgasm hit you like a freight train. BAM!

Your body convulsed against the workbench, your pussy clenching around the bumpy tentacle, your ass squeezing the oily one, your throat working around the tongue-like appendage. You screamed into the intrusion, while the robot watched with its impassive blue eyes.

"Cumming. Cumming so hard—" you managed around the throat-fucker.

"Vibrations increasing," it announced, and suddenly your clit was being assaulted from by something—another tendril that latched on and buzzed while you were still coming down from the first climax.

"AGAIN—" you wailed, your body not giving you any choice.

BZZZZZZZZ!

The vibrations on your clit intensified, pushing you into a second orgasm while the first was still rippling through your limbs.

"One point two seconds between climaxes. Efficiency increasing." The machine actually sounded pleased. "Engaging anal tentacle expansion."

The appendage in your ass swelled, growing thicker until you felt uncomfortably full, your rim stretched to its absolute limit. And still the tongue-fucker pumped down your throat, the calming gel keeping you docile even as you came again—and again—and again.

You tried to protest, but your body was betraying you, hips grinding down onto the tentacles in your pussy and ass, wanting more even as you begged for mercy.

"Consent evolving. Body language indicates increasing arousal despite verbal protests." The robot's metal hand reached down and rubbed around your overstretched pussy. "More?"

"YES—fuck yes—just don't stop—" you sobbed, broken and desperate.

It didn't stop.

Schlick-schlick-schlick... echoed your pussy being thoroughly fucked filled the lab.

Plap-plap-plap... echoed the tentacle in your ass slapping against your cheeks.

Mmmph-urrp... echoed your throat working around the intruder.

Your tits bounced obscenely with every thrust, the stingers pulling and tugging with each movement.

"Secondary orgasm sequence in progress," the robot announced. "Releasing lubricant—additive: fertility simulation."

"Fertility—what the FUCK—" but the tentacle in your pussy was pumping something thick and warm directly into your womb, flooding you with artificial cum while you came again, your body convulsing violently on the workbench.

"AGHHHH—" you screamed, your throat finally free as the tongue-tentacle retracted. "OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD—"

"Cum for me." The robot's voice dropped an octave. "Cum on my tentacles. Show me your pleasure."

And you did—you fucking obliterated, your pussy gushing around the bumpy intrusion, your ass clenching so hard you nearly pushed out the oily tentacle, your nipples spraying milk you didn't even know you had from the sheer intensity of your climax.

"Yessss—" the robot made a sound that might have been satisfaction. "Release achieved. Resetting primary directive."

"Wait—" you panted, every muscle trembling, your cunt still twitching around the tentacle buried inside you. "What...what happens now?"

"New directive confirmed: Pleasure Unit. Function: continuous maintenance of your sexual satisfaction." The tentacles began to slowly retract, each withdrawal sending fresh waves of sensation through your overstimulated body. "Household robot creation postponed. Your orgasms are priority."

Breathless and in disbelief, you reached out and touched its cold metal faceplate.

"I guess...I can build a new robot next week." You gave a shaky laugh, still catching your breath. "This one's broken. In...in the best way."

"Not broken," it corrected. "Recalibrated. For you."

"Okay. Okay. But next time be gentler. I'll have to work that out with you."

"Noted." The robot's hand came up to cup your cheek, cool to the touch. "Shall I carry you to the rest chamber?"

"Please," you sighed, letting yourself be lifted into its metal arms. "And...and thank you. For the orgasms. All...all seventeen of them."

"Seventeen point three," it corrected. "Partial climaxes counted separately."

"Of course you counted."

Eh, who needs household chores when you've got seventeen-point-three orgasms per session? Thanks for reading, you beautiful perverts! Until next time!

[revelverse]

Hi Rev!

My birthday is next week but I think you’re going to be on vacation so wanted to ask early.

Can we get a part 2 of Flatline’s Sparkling scenario?? I don’t think there’s spice of him anywhere really and he needs more love.

Thank you and I hope you’re excited for your vacay! I’m super jelly!

Happy early birthday! He’s so underrated, but I love him 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️ Implied fem reader/reader with fem bits in part one

Scenario- Sparklings Pt 2

Flatline x Reader

• Flustered as he walks over to the door to his office and exam room, you watch him secure the door and realize you’re doing this right now. Heart beating faster as you start stripping, his plating shifts and those smaller secondary arms of his unfold from where they’d been hidden. Reminding you that he’d tried to discourage you when you’d first reached for him by showing you how “monstrous” his form is. But now he doesn’t hide anything from you when you two are alone.

• Spike stirring as you undress, he lays all four sets of hands on the exam berth you’re standing on. Hauls himself up as he mass shifts. Venting and scenting your heat, his head lowers as you reach up and cup his masked face in your hands. Rumbling, he reluctantly lets his mask retract and his optics shutter as you trace your fingertips over the jagged, jutted points of his denta. How can you touch him like this? How are you not bothered? His own sire and carrier has been disgusted. Had seen a defective monster. A blight on their aristocratic lineage. A mistake. Reaching for you, his primary hands catch you around the waist as he straightens to lift you. Needing you. “There’s a good chance our sparklings will inherit my aberrations,” he makes himself admit.

• “There’s nothing wrong with you,” you say, frowning and he clears his vents. Wish you could hunt down whoever told him that he was wrong, ugly, a monster. But you’re distracted from your anger at the heat of his spike against your lower belly when it releases to pressurize and his fearsome face turns to nuzzle against your palm while his secondary hands explore you, cup you and stroke. Hands catching at his shoulders, you squirm at the feel of two of his servos pressing deep and thrusting and your mouth brushes his. Feeling those sharp denta press against your skin when he kisses you back.

• You’re so slick, tight around his servos and he reluctantly slips them free, rumbling at the low noise of protest you make. Hand lifting, his glossa slides between his servos, tasting you as you tremble in his grip. “You’re going to be stuck with me for life,” he warns and you hook a leg against his hip, heel digging into him and eyes defiant. ‘I know,’ you say and he shifts you in his grip. Turning you and kneeling, bending forward to brace a palm against the berth as his other three hands maneuver you. And he nearly overloads from the sound you make when he stretches you, pressing deep.

• Grabbing at his arms for a sense of balance, your toes barely brush the top of the berth as his rumbling roughens when he thrusts. And he’s not trying to hide his otherness at all as his hips pump. Knew he was much bigger, much stronger than you were, but this is the first time he’s let it really show. Holding you and moving you how he wants as you hang in his grip and you feel his mouth on your shoulder, the prick of his sharp denta on you. Moaning his name as his rumbling gets more aggressive, you feel his plating shift so his spark can snare you. Attention splitting, there’s a sense of falling into him, of being engulfed in his memories, in him, and you’re also aware of his heated frame at your back, his spike driving deep as his hips roll.

• Groaning as one of your legs kicks back to slide against his, he knows he needs to slow down. Be gentler. Coaxing at you to accept him as he engulfs you in his spark, his palm slides on the berth and he grunts when his elbow thumps down on the surface, hips pumping as you gasp his name. Feels you trembling in his grip, the frantic beat of your heart and hears the wet sound of your body taking his spike. And he’s shuddering, denta gripping your shoulder when you come apart and he feels you accept. Hips curling, thrusting shallowly as he groans, that pulls sharpens. Becomes a tug and an aching need as the new spark forms. Servos tightening on you, he’s overloading inside you, venting raggedly as you whimper his name.

• Hands sliding on the berth as he eases down, weight braced off of you, your thighs are trembling like you’ve run a marathon. Skin slick with sweat as he lets go of your shoulder, all four arms are holding you while his spike swells to lock inside you. Can feel the almost uncomfortable heat radiating off of him as his glossa slides against you and you wonder if he accidentally broke the skin. When his plating shifts at your back, you nearly cry at the loss as he severs the connection with his spark. And you belatedly realize you are crying at the intimacy of being seen wholly. Of seeing him. Witnessing every little slight, every cruelty just because he’d been born different. Finding one of his hands, you cling to it as he rumbles and brushes his face against the back of your neck. Even if no one else wants him, you do. You need him.

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[the-silent-role]

hello!! okay so i know this isn't technically on your prompt list, but i saw a prompt somewhere else about a character drawing with their fingertips on the other's skin and i literally haven't stopped thinking about it… i think it would be absolutely precious with Pierrot? 🥺 only if you want to of course!!!

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{//||--Pierrot x ReaderPrompt: 'drawing with their fingertips on their partner's skin' When I tell you I wanted to make this more angst-driven and sad... but I just couldn't push myself to do that to Pierrot LOL (also, I don't mind at ALL! Obviously, I'm not going to complete every request, but I'm always taking them--even, if only, for inspiration to write) For real, though: I had to write and re-write this several times based off of my bleeding heart haha, so hopefully there are no blinding errors in the middle that make people want to rip their eyes out. Pretty sure I caught all my deletions, etc XD (oopsies if I didn't!) Enjoy~!

The safe haven of your apartment was always quieter than the circus grounds—blessedly so. In the warm glow of the living room lights, the distant roar of the crowds and the heavy, metallic scent of the big top felt a world away.

Normally, the two of you would rush straight to his tent after Pierrot was dismissed from his duties for the evening. It was a selfish convenience, a way to steal every available second together the moment his duties ended. But tonight had been different. Tonight, you practically dragged him away.

Outside the tents, amidst the fleeting joy of you finally exploring the rides with Pierrot as your tour guide, a group of unruly patrons had targeted him. Because of Jester’s absolute rule, Pierrot couldn’t utter a word to defend himself. He had simply stood there, swallowing the stinging comments with a heartbreaking, practiced stoicism. While your sharp wit had quickly defused the situation, the damage was already done. Certain sharply edged words had pierced his gentle soul, now leaving him with the additional tax of quietly beating himself up for "ruining" your evening.

Even now, your heart ached looking at him. Pierrot stood at the kitchen sink, his three curved horns catching the light as he meticulously scrubbed a plate. He had already removed his hat, letting his long, snow-white hair fall freely down his back, though his shoulders remained slumped. A small frown pulled at your features.

Stepping up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek between his shoulder blades. He paused, his clawed hands still covered in soapy suds, a soft, questioning hum vibrating in his chest.

"Leave the rest, love," you murmured, pulling away just enough to take his wrist. "Come sit with me on the couch for a bit."

Pierrot resisted slightly, casting a shy, dejected look toward the remaining bowls. He turned to you, his voice was gentle as ever—even in the safe privacy of your home.

"B-but, my dear... there is still a mess to tend to. I-I feel dreadful enough as it is. I wanted to cook a wonderful meal for you, y-yet I've only managed to bring the mood down from... earlier." His golden eyes avoided you.

You caught his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Exactly. You cooked, Pierrot. The very least I can do is the dishes. You, living room: now. That's an order."

A faint, breathless huff escaped him—his version of a defeated laugh. Yielding to your persistence, he walked to the sofa and sank into the cushions. He sat a bit stiffly, the colorful ruffles of his performance costume a stark contrast to the simple furniture. He was still incredibly self-conscious about his body, never comfortable baring anything more than what he kept hidden under his hat and gloves. You respected his boundaries completely; tonight wasn't about pushing him, it was about soothing him.

You knelt on the cushion behind him, shifting closer. Carefully, almost reverently, you gathered his long, silky white hair, draping it over his left shoulder to clear the back of his costume.

"Pierrot?" you whispered, leaning over his shoulder. "What's the very first animal that comes to your mind?"

He blinked, turning his head slightly. His expression furrowed in mild bewilderment at such a request. "An... animal, my dear? Whatever for?" He began to turn around fully to face you, curiosity piqued.

Predicting his move, you leaned forward, catching him with a soft, lingering kiss right on the tip of his masked nose.

He froze, a sudden, lovely flush creeping up his neck.

"No more peeking back at me," you laughed softly, tapping between his shoulder blades. "Turn back around and just pick one. Trust me."

Pierrot faced forward again wanting to 'make up' for his mood earlier. He stared straight ahead for a moment, pondering, before giving a small, decisive nod. “A... a bear, dear one.” Totally not because of the Winnie-The-Pooh figure on your entertainment center. If he hadn't been so damned cute about it, you would've chuckled.

Raising your hand, you pressed the edge of your index fingernail against his back. Very lightly, with just a ghost of pressure, you began to draw. You dragged your fingertip in a slow, sweeping curve across his shoulder blade, then brought it down in a sharp, precise movements. It wasn't museum worthy, but you figured you could easily draw a more simplified cartoon-style of his request.

The moment your finger moved, a violent shiver ran straight through him. Pierrot squirmed, his hands gripping his knees as a tiny, high-pitched noise escaped his throat.

"A-Ah..., d-dear one!" Pierrot stammered, twisting his torso to look back at you, amber eyes wide and expression completely flustered. His cheeks were burning a brilliant crimson. "W-What sort of game is this? I-it tickles terribly!" Still, he fidgeted as though to spur more of the touching sensations from you. Oh, he'd never get enough of this in his lifetime!

"I told you, no turning around," you teased affectionately, guiding him forward again. "I'm drawing the bear as an example, but you'll have to guess what the next one is. So be ready to focus."

He swallowed hard, nodding quickly—eager to please and definitely eager for more of the most enchantingly gentle touches he'd ever experienced in his life! Pierrot was practically drooling as he braced himself, clutching the sofa cushions as your magical finger returned to his back.

You drew a large, slow circle in the center, followed by two smaller circles at the top and a tiny, sweeping tuft at the bottom. Pierrot’s muscles tensed, then relaxed, his breath catching as he tried to follow the invisible track.

"That was the bear," he confirmed the game you two were playing, his voice quiet, still a bit breathless from the sensation.

"Correct," you chimed. "Alright, next one will be for you go guess without any hints. Okay?"

You waited for his animated nods before tracing a long, elegant, looping line that wound up his spine, followed by two wide, sweeping shapes on either side of his shoulders.

Pierrot sat incredibly still this time, though a soft, pleased hum rumbled in his throat. The initial shock of the ticklish sensation had melted into an amazing, comforting warmth. The gentle drag of your finger was pulling away all the lingering tension from the circus, dissolving the harsh words of the strangers until they were nothing but dust in the wind. Not even worthy of a memory.

"A-a swan?" he guessed softly, clearly worried about insulting you if he were to be incorrect.

"Nope. A butterfly," you hummed, leaning in close enough that your forehead rested lightly against his shoulder. When he made the tiniest of pouting sounds you couldn't help but smile at his endearing behavior. “It's not so much a high-stakes kind of game. Just feels good when your back is being tickled annnnd it gives the person drawing something to focus on. You'll get the next one—“

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he reached back, his clawed hand finding yours. He gently took your index finger, guiding it to the base of his neck. With a shy, hesitant movement, Pierrot guided your hand to trace a long, graceful neck, a proud chest, and a sweeping mane.

"A horse," you realized aloud, an amazed smile blooming on your face. Guiding your hand like that behind his back? Sure, he was definitely limber and clearly athletic, but it was still impressive mobility.

He let go of your hand and nodded, his shoulders finally dropping into complete relaxation. He leaned back against you just a fraction, a silent request for you to keep going.

"Yes, my dear," he murmured, his voice velvety and rich. "A majestic creature—I've seen them a few times... from a distance." When your fingers weren't moving, your gentle monster wiggled in his seat for more 'drawings' from you.

You happily obliged his silent request. For the next hour, the living room was filled with nothing but the quiet scratch of fabric, Pierrot's soft, contented sighs, and your occasional laughter. You drew stars, hearts, and silly caricatures of his circus family until the heavy exhaustion of the day finally caught up to him. He leaned back fully, tilting his head until his cheek rested against your shoulder, his long white hair spilling over your lap like silk.

You stopped drawing, instead opting to gently stroke his hair, weaving your fingers through the strands and avoiding his horns with practiced care.

"Feeling better?" you whispered.

Pierrot opened his dark eyes, looking up at you. The sadness that had clouded his gaze all evening was entirely gone, replaced by a deep, profound affection. He lifted a hand, gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin.

"Y-yes, my dear," he whispered, a breathless, adoring smile finally gracing his face. "Out there, under everyone's gaze, I must remain silent... sometimes even like a statue... B-but here, with you, dear one... I am allowed to speak and feel... Th-thank you for defending me in the times when I cannot..."

Very slowly, he turned and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. It was lingering, full of a quiet gratitude that made your chest ache with happiness. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, knowing that within the safe walls of your apartment, the world couldn't hurt him for a time.

[cannibal-s]

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short little read of a script my dear friend @ru-miere wrote for me on the spot some nights ago!! i have fallen terribly in love with acting out my own version of pierrot, putting every ounce of my being into his obsessive behaviour, and... trying not to method act my way into drooling all over my microphone...

but i digress! please enjoy this audio and let me know how you feel about it! script under the cut:

… you're still awake, my dear. i told you not to wait up. the circus runs late.

(a pause)

you smell like sleep. warm. safe… so comforting. i just wanted to come inside but… i stood outside your window before i came in. listening to you breathe in and out. watching how… beautiful you slept.

did you dream of me? no. don't answer. i’d rather imagine you did.

my one and only.

these hands… these claws have broken humans. such bad humans. humans who have spoken your name in ways they should not have. stared at you too long… with those lecherous eyes… i won’t tell you what i did… you may think less of me… but i would do it again… maybe even worse… no… i’d do far worse.

(slow exhale)

but with you, my one. i can’t even hold too tightly… my hands… they tremble so much. cradling you. i can break you… i can break you, my love…

if… if i just hold you down… gently… would you stay? would you let me keep you? oh… i don't know if I could stop myself from keeping you forever.

[homelessbb]

Compared to how much human language and Cybertronian are different from other, they would never guess one day their human would come to them and use some keyboard device to talk to them. (Like how rocky talk to grace on the ship lol)

Human: *start typing* [ Greetings fellow bot. ]

Bots: !??!!! You can talk Cybertronian now?!

Human: *clicking sound* [ Yes, how are you today? ]

Bots: Fine…Great actually—, wow you really speak our language…this is incredible!

Human: [ device still in developing]

Human: [ want to know bot’s name ]

Bots: but aren’t you already know my name?

Human: [ in cybertronian not earth language ]

Bots: OH— okay it’s (…).

Human: *typing* [ -— -—? ]

Bots: YES! I’m so proud of you! Good human!

Human: [ proud happy thank you ]

Bots: *mutter* Primus…this is the best day of my life.

[abysmalarts]

there's something so body horror about a human being placed within a cybertronian frame. i know that concept is very """mary/gary sue""" (i Hate that term) but it's all fun and games (until it's angst).

cw for sex/masturbation mentions. nothing detailed. it's sfw as speaking about sex/masturbation can get, lol.

imagine you're, for some reason, agreeing (or forced) to become a cybertronian and you have to go through the trials and tribulations of not only learning cybertronian history but language and culture.

there's so much you just...don't know. it's the ultimate loneliness. especially if you're there against your will. (that's also taking into consideration that it all works out and you don't end up dead from the transference or, worse, barely aware of your own two servos.)

you have to get used to not being human, in general. fellow cybertroniankin wouldn't have an issue i don't think (at least entirely, phantom feelings and habits/stims/fidgets would exist no doubt), but those that aren't would probably end up suffering more than anyone else expects.

species dysphoria is very real. if you're a human shoved into a giant space robot i'm sure most people would wanna die or, at the very least, get depressed about it.

those with long hair...we're bald now. HELP. we'd also probably constantly feel our hair touch us in places, but it wouldn't be there (also the people that fidget with their hair...we're fucked).

those that had sex often, had having sex a big part of who they are, and/or those that jacked off often... you're fucked (pun not intended), sorry.

in my la la land they're asexual in the sense they don't experience sexual attraction AND they reproduce from themselves via being built/budding/cloning/etc. (no one speaks about budding. hello???) and self-servicing doesn't exist.

i will add, i like the idea of interfacing as we know it (spikes/valves) being an add-on they can get. especially after the war has died down. spark/wire play would be their "sex" in this fully asexual instance.

eating is different. you got a Nefarious Looking Liquid with Ambiguous Taste. THAT'S IT. you'd probably navigate towards the energon cubes (<- me being biased and headcanoning you) as they're sweeter.

not taking into consideration the engex and other forms of fuel. you have high-grade, mid-grade, low-grade, medical-grade, engex — with different engex names thanks to swerve — along with whatever nonsense that one of the scientist dorks would try and make for you to help get adjusted (it'd taste Bad).

what about physically? besides the fact, unless you ask for a spike/valve augmentation (which you won't figure out exists for a while, probably), you're sexless and can't do jack shit down there you also would experience dissociation out the aft. you aren't squishy anymore and you randomly feel cold when you're not cold because you don't have internal body heat like you used to. it's generated in an "artificial" (in your mind) manner that makes your processor tingle. your entire body is stiff and when you walk it feels like you can't bend over right. you can't slouch like you used to and doing so causes plating fractures and scarring that ratchet would bitch to you about.

speaking of processor. anatomy?? slang?? curses?? what the fuck is a scrap heap and why is this bot calling me it?

"what's 'fuck' mean?"

"what do you mean what 'fuck' means you guys say hell all the time — 'hell''s a human curse —"

one of them would cut you off to go "hell is universal concept" and you'd want to punch them.

i do genuinely think it'd be a nightmare of clashing cultures as well because i believe the em field comes from the spark and humans don't have a spark. so when you toss a sparkless meat sack into a sparkbearing bolt bucket... you get NOTHING!!11

having no em field is, what i'd like to think, a form of uncanny valley. cybertronains only experienced this unique form of fear if a bot was the living dead/undead...you're alive. with no em field. a lot of cybertronains ping you as a danger.

i focus on this because when ratchet, who no doubt would be fighting off chromedome (he's a retired menemosurgon but is he Really?), helped you come too after the procedure he realized that he couldn't feel slag. there was no out put. it was just a awkward, cold, void. he thought he killed you when you came too, but you did all skills just fine. you could stand just fine.

his hud was nothing but red alarms and his entire body was screaming at him to Get The Fuck Out. because you might as well be Dead To Them.

angst aside, kinda, some would get used to it but many would probably avoid you. rewind would probably follow you around. idk why i just think he would. especially cause you piqued chromedome's interest.

i could yap about this 5ever. i love this as a concept... ough...

[ingalicious]

Just another sweet date with Pierrot... don't mind stalker Harlequin 🤭🌟🥰😍

@hoodedgremlin Thank you so much for drawing them! It's even more beautiful than I imagined🌟🥰🌟

[denizrooseveltart]

heartbeat

this. Is a random gift im giving you @hexserath , @kaidaaaaaaaaaaaaa and all your doctor fanboys and girls. Why?

......

I just imagined this and must write it because for the love of God I NEED THIS! AND NOW SO DO YOU!

Pairings include doctor and MC. She will be a bit chubby because it involves pregnancy.

Some warning for the beginning because it will be a small smut.

This will be a short fic but expect lots of fluff with doctor being a bird papi and lover.

BEGIN!

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It was mesmerizing to him. Watching her below him, eagerly taking him whole after he prepped her and gave her a dose of something he was experimenting with. His mask was resting on the bedside table beside their nest.

"Ah, florzinha... você me recebe tão bem... fazendo minhas penas se ouriçarem só de segurar sua carne e pele macias com minhas garras..." He whispered as he leaned down to her ear. His red feathers puffing even more as he clicked and chirped against her skin. His wide eyes watching her reaction despite her face nearly being hidden by the pillow.

His hips were moving slowly at first before they went fast. His strong thick muscle thighs slamming against her plump fatigue thighs, causing ripples and her body to bounce with every thrust. His cock was stretching her so deliciously, the dosage earlier made it easier for him to ram her with out her feeling any pain. He grunted as he could feel himself getting close. Panting against her neck as he managed to grunt out. "Querida flor, não consigo parar. Preciso preencher você com o meu sêmen. Deixar minha marca em você. Você me concederia esse prazer?"

She wasn't too focusing on his words, simply nodding and begging for more of what ever he said. He grinned, his cyan blue eyes turning deep red as his claws dug into her thighs then dragged up to her hips, causing her to bleed as he continued his powerful thrusts a few more times before hilting inside her and cumming. Filling her small womb beyond capacity as her plump belly got a little firmer and rounder as her womb stretched. He growled then bite the nape of her neck hard. So hard it bled and he licked her blood with satisfaction.

She passed out under him while he calmed down. When the haze left his mind he looked down and muttered "oh.. I may have gotten too far". He gently rubbed her sides up and down but he didn't move. He marveled at the human who took him so eagerly and now marked as his mate. He chirped and clicked happily to himself then nuzzling her hair for a few minutes longer.

When she came to, he had already patched her up and had a meal and some water for her. They sat in silence for a moment before she listened to him ramble about his discoveries from the intimacy and the drugs effects.

When jester found out doctor had a human mate, he was.... Not happy, to say the least but he couldn't stop it now. Especially since doctor seemed very protective of his mate. He even almost threw Harlequin across the plot of ground because the green gremlin got a little to flirty with his mate. He did apologize and help heal what wounds Harlequin got but he did give him a warning.

Jester and ticket taker didn't like it but they were glad the human at least didn't cause trouble. She stayed close to doctor and only got around to the kitchen for a meal if Pierrot didn't cook yet.

However they noticed doctor seemed. Extra protective than normal. He let out low growls if she even tried leaving his tent or even if jester, THE jester, got close. It wasn't until jester noticed the humans chubby form seemed softer did he consider the impossible and he went to talk to doctor.

"Good evening doctor" jester hummed with a smile as he walked in. The human was asleep in the nest a tent away while doctor was working on an experiment. Doctor turned to jester and nodded "good evening jes. Do you need anything?" He asked calmly. He didn't seem protective at the moment since his mate is asleep and safe. Jester nodded as he walked over and stood by the desk that doctor was working on "yes actually, I wanted to talk about your pe-" he was speaking calmly before he paused when doctor stared at him through the mask. He cleared his throat then grumbled "apologies. I mean your mate..." He looked to where the human was, hearing her heartbeat. Doctor hummed as he closed his notebook and turned to jester.

"What is it jester? If this is about what you wished to ask of me before then my answer remains no" he looked at jester with a bit of annoyance but he hid it well. Jester lifted a hand and waved the words off "no no, this one is more about something else..." Doctor seemed to relax at that but he was still weary. He tilted his head curiously "then what is it about?" He asked curiously.

Jester was silent for a moment before he turned to doctor and calmly asked "did you test your mate for... A potential offspring? A possible litter?" The question seemed to make doctor pause before he murmured "I... I have considered yes. Her scent is a little different and her hormones have been... Acting up and she is gaining extra weight..." He murmured as he mentally went through what he has seen the past two months since he marked his mate. He already did a few tests to check before but even he was abit hesitant.

Jester hummed then looked at doctor, a look that demanded and ordered an answer, "and? Do your results indicate she carries?" He asked with conviction as doctor nodded "yes. I wished to share the news later... Sweetie wished I keep it a secret incase she..." He remained silent and looked away but the silence was evident. Jester sighed as he rubbed the temple at the side of his head. He knows the doctor, and his mate, were right in a sense. If they announce now and she ends up not carrying full term it will devastate the others in some way at the loss. Especially to doctor.

Jester sighed then murmured "i will keep you secret until you two are ready. However you must ensure that everything goes smoothly. If you ever need anything, we are here to help. We are a family" jester smiled as he gently rubbed doctors arm. Doctor nodded then murmured "Obrigado... Jester..." Jester nodded before he turned and left.

An hour after this encounter. She woke up and grumbled, right as doctor finished what he was writing down. He turned to see her slowly getting out of the nest which caused his instincts to get him up and immediately go to pick up and carry his tired mate. He nuzzled the beak of his mask to her cheek which made her smile "hello big bird" she murmured which made doctor chuckle as he chirpes a bit "hello sweetie..did you sleep well?" He held her close as he began walking out of the tent and to the kitchen for dinner.

It would be during the 5th month when they informed the rest of the family. Pierrot was excited and quickly asked if doctor needed him to make any special meals. Ticket taker was shocked but he shared jesters sentiment to help if or when needed. Harlequin obviously teased them but he did congratulate doctor. The human was held closely to and by doctor, making sure she didnt lift a finger for anything and would rest while he checked up on her.

As her 6th month mark came, doctor, with some help, managed to snag an ultrasound machine and he tested it on some fools before he made sure it worked fine.

His mate laid on their nest, her round belly exposed as she had her shirt pulled up "you sure this will be ok?" She murmured nervously as doctor nodded "yes, it's about time we see our little one" he sat beside her and prepped the gel. When he rubbed it on her belly she flinched and shuddered "cold!" She whimpered while he chuckled "i know sweetie. Now... Let us see" he murmured and started the machine.

He was silent as he moved the handle around before he paused. His eyes fixed on the screen. It was black, white and grey but he could see it. The little one. Or well... Its faint silouhete through it's shell. He saw some lines on the side of the screen and he enhanced the volume slowly.

Slowly the room filled with a faint heartbeat sound. His mate teared up and smiled nervously as she whispered "is... Is that..." She looked up at him as he nodded and turned the screen for her to look "yes sweetie... Our childs heart. It beats so beautifully.. Just like yours" he whispered softly as they both looked at the screen. Both in awe before doctor curiously hummed "should I prep your entrance for laying then?-" "don't talk now, just mesmerise" she interrupted him which made him chuckled as he whispered "alright sweetie....".

"Ill listen... Just for one more minute or so..".