this isn't really proofread, i'm just so tired, but i've just gotten into the freak circus and i'm overwhelmed with headcanons. soft and comforting short little thing, established relationship. gn!reader, any body type, etc. <3
✧ rating — fluff, 18+ because tfc is 18+ obviously.
pierrot’s never had someone as doting as you; he loved, of course, but that flower was plucked before its full bloom. the sweet, hushed clown would hardly know what to expect if you told him you had something for him.
over the past few weeks, he’d been even more jumpy than before, groaning here and there at the tension in his shoulders from staying alert all the time. you wanted to do something nice for him, something cozy and soft to soothe his nerves. just the thought had you humming to yourself as you wait for him to appear—he always did.
when he does, oh, how he unravels before you! his honey eyes glow with curiosity, his heart thumps almost too fast for his lithe chest. the bells of his attire jingle to a chaotic rhythm with how hard he tries not to bounce around like a child while following you, biting at that curved claw on his nimble finger with the warmest shade of pink swept across his adaptive mask.
you take him into your room, where the overhead lights are replaced with the pulsing glow of colorful garland bulbs. you'd placed one of those sleep projectors onto the ceiling, a cosmic sea of stars. he absorbs it in awe, slowly sitting down onto the bed.
“i knew you would like this, soft and relaxing, huh?” you say, picking up a large box you'd hidden in the corner and putting it in front of him.
he’s quick to open it and pulls out a bunch of markers, both glittery and not, and intricate coloring books with strange designs and popup pages that look like they might would be a challenge to complete but nonetheless cute. at the bottom, there’s a fleece, weighted blanket with little stars on it.
“for me?” he asks with a shaky voice, as if he couldn’t believe you would get him even something as simplistic as this, even if he isn’t quite sure what to do with all of it on his own.
you nod and snuggle up to him on the bed, and he purrs softly over you with the adoration of a cuddly pet. after he inspects the pages, you both spend the night coloring under that blanket. he is determined to be as close to you as possible and nuzzles into you often, causing you to mess up a few spots in the books.
you could hardly be upset with him, though.
the stress of both the circus and his desire to constantly protect you can weigh heavy on those broad shoulders. pierrot would love a meaningful night of grounding comforts, like plushes, blankets, a self-care day... pierrot would absolutely love the gift of pampering.
posted the wrong thing thanks to tumblr's glitches. aneeway. werewolf, vampire, and ghoul reveal true colors. blood and violence, some hurt/comfort but last one is toxic and darker. ghoul eats corpse (brief mention). gn!reader (with soft pet names like "doll"), any body type, etc. <3
✧ rating — angst (heed warnings above) 18+ for violence.
werewolf
you knew somewhere buried beneath your bond that you should be scared.
your forest-blooded lover breathed a bit harsher the whole way back from the restaurant, eyes fiery and skin hot even in the winter’s chill. you were quiet till you closed the cottage door and the comforts of home gave you the courage to speak up. “i’m sorry they upset you-“
“fucking sorry-ass waiter,” he growled, and you swore the walls shook. “he saw you were with me, bitch fucking lost his brain if he thought you’d be interested in him!”
his hair grew less tame and his eyes brightened, and you wondered how long it’d be till he lost it completely and turned to his wolf form, ready to kill. he clumsily slams his jacket onto the accent table, causing the mirror to rattle and a book you’d forgotten you had to fall to the floor. your eyes widen, and he turns around to see what he’d done…
he sees what he’s done to you.
“oh, sweet thing, you look frozen like a deer,” he rasps, trailing off. he stays his distance but just the gentle and apologetic look on his face is enough to assuage some of the fear. “i’m so sorry, doll. i know i get angry but trust, i would never do anything to hurt you.”
his words are earnest, eyes sad and returning to their normal hue as he watches your nerves slowly dissolve. he takes the risk of coming closer, his warm, roughened hands running up and down your arms with a light touch.
“i just don’t want you to lose control,” you say with a timid voice, leaning into his chest.
he nods agreeably, but you feel you can hear a whisper of a snarl on his lips, and he stays out late tonight...
werewolf partner that rages easily, finding it hard to control his beastly form when it comes to you, though he really tries. his knuckles are often stained with blood after he tells you he’ll be a good boy, comforting you with the same mouth that crushes bone.
vampire
it was entirely by accident that you walked in on him; your man was as elegant and sweet as the moon to the sea, and although you knew what he was, you did not expect to approach him with the blood of his latest victim soaking his ruffled clothes as soon as you did.
his teeth were fully protruded, eyes glittering with vibrant power. a limp body, already doused in lacerations, fell to the floor, and he scrambled to wipe the red coating his jaw. it was such a saturated contrast against his duller skin.
“my darling,” he stammers, but when he opens his mouth, a fresh stream of blood runs over his lips and down his sculpted throat.
your skin runs cold, as though your own blood has been taken from you, and you apologize profusely before darting out of the room. he calls out for you to wait, scrambling to follow you through the halls.
soon after you end up in the bathroom of his dark, victorian home, you realize he had stopped chasing you. your breath is quick, shallow, caught in your lungs as you quietly soothe yourself.
“are you alright?” he asks from the other side of the door.
his tone is soft, bordering on meek, and you peek through the crack to see his attire has changed, no longer drenched in blood. when you open the door, you see how hastily he redressed. his hair is a mess, and the top hangs loosely on his frame. those expressive brows are knitted in concern.
he reaches out to hold your hand. “i’m sorry, my darling,” he’s fast to say. “i promise it was a worthy fight. i am of honor. don’t be afraid.”
his voice is tiptoeing the edge of scared himself, but something in it sounds hungry…
vampire partner that’s refined, most often afraid for you to see his dark nature despite how much you know about him. he tries his best to hide it all, but his hunger is hard to sate, and it causes you to squirm with fear when you see the ways of his hunts.
ghoul
sadistic thing. his poisonous words were enticing, and you knew you were getting a taste of what he was like before you even fell for him. it makes you feel foolish, sitting here nervously on an empty tombstone.
“don’t worry, yeah? real quick, just gotta take what i’m owed, you know? gotta eat.”
his tone was light and playful, voice rough, as he dragged the grave robber to a freshly dug grave. he kicks the man in, prompting a howl of pain, and jumps down into the dirt with him.
you sit there wincing, looking anywhere but ahead, as the vile sounds of snapping bone and piercing cries echo from the pit and send your stomach into nauseous knots. you hadn’t told him how sick it made you to see his violence, so maybe he didn’t know, right? maybe he thought you were just as into it as he was. maybe that was it.
it goes quiet for a moment, and you look back to see only the face of your new lover, mind unhinged in inhumane delight, growling. he spits, and there’s a loud sputter, a splatter of blood, and then nothing.
your heart feels clogged with adrenaline, with disgust, as he does what you’d only heard of till now: he feeds. it only takes a moment, and then he stands up straight, panting and soaked in gore. “hey, what was i to do, you know? gotta pay.”
he starts to clean himself up, save for the splatters on his clothes, and notices how queasy you look. he nods knowingly and exhales. “don’t worry, honey. we’ll go somewhere nice, make you forget all about it!”
he was infinitely more optimistic than you were. the slaughtered man was an awful person, but whether that justified it, you wouldn’t agree…
ghoul partner that’s a true street dog, relishing in the idea of revenge on those who’ve wronged him or what he cares about. he’s a tough one to reason with, and maybe he forgets you’re not like him, but that passion in his violence is paled to the passion when he's loving you.
sweet puppy hybrid that can’t stand to see you cry. those large ears of his stiffen to the quiet sniffle you can’t hold back, and those now soft eyes tear from the bone he’s been gnawing at; it’s long forgotten.
he watches you. he’s quiet, laying still and alert in a way that looks almost perplexed. but your sweet puppy feels your pain deeply, and before you know it, he’s crawled onto the bed with you, eyes raking your curled up body. he relates to you.
he inches the two of you under that cozy, wool blanket, prompting a few weakly giggles out of you, and buries his nose in the crook of your neck. he’s so warm, and when you curl into him, he laces his arms around you. you can hear the soft thump of his tail against the bed when you snuggle closer. the two of you can stay like this forever, if need be. sweet baby will kiss and nuzzle all those tears away.
love the idea of sweet and cuddly monsters <3 they know just how to make you smile… male monsters in mind for this, gn!reader, plus size, whatever. alien, werewolf, vampire.
✧ rating — fluff
alien
sweet galactic boy who wants to give you the moon, if he only could. he loves to see your face glow with wonder in the night, under a million stars and with gentle air blowing against skin.
so he pulls you out onto the balcony with a glint in his eyes deeper than the reflecting lights. the air is a bit cold, and he wraps his strong arms around you, making you shiver with a new warmth. you feel the edge of his pointed ear against your head.
when he opens the box, it’s the brightest star you’ve seen. it’s a large, crystal pendant that glitters, rimmed with silver. he slips the necklace around your neck, breath warm against the nape, and plants a light kiss. his sharp claws are so careful.
“you’re my brilliant star,” he mutters. he smells of lavender and minerals, fresh.
alien bf who bedazzles you with jewelry, beautiful sky views, a bouquet of crystal sugar sticks and other candies.
werewolf
a junkyard dog, to most. but he’s usually a good boy with you, and my, does that jacket in the window look so cool! it looks tough, like his, and twice the price.
he’s at your door late tonight, strands of hair curled at his brow from the rain. there’s a wide smile on his face, a bit more primal, a faint bloodstain on his knuckles. you want to ask about it, but you’ve seen this all along, and you probably know the answer.
you’re at a loss for words when he slips the jacket onto you in front of the mirror. it’s dark and lined with studs, and a lovely cherub artwork is on the back. the man who is known to take what he wants has given this to you. it already smells of nicotine and amber musk.
“look at my doll,” he beams, hands gripped to your waist.
werewolf bf who is a slacker at times but gives you cute clothes, takes you to eat, plays guitar for you.
vampire
many years have trained this man to be content on his own. watch the world from the shadows, mourn the absence of cherished mundane most take for granted. but he won’t let that happen with you.
your eyes widen when what looks to be a large mansion comes into view. he guides you through cobweb and disheveled hall, and there’s a distant humming of classical music coming from behind two large doors.
you’re overwhelmed with awe at the crystalline chandeliers that glow warmly overhead a massive ballroom, and the carpet of maroons and golds that’s littered with petals. he takes your hand in his, a prince to his princess, and swirls you into dance.
the soft gaze of a hunter says all the right things as he presses his forehead to yours.
vampire bf who hasn’t lost tradition and gives the gift of royal luxuries, dances through the night, shows you the best wine.
