I might ramble on and these questions so please feel free to not answer them! So far it's just 1 but I might ask more later!
In the scenario, will Pierrot Along with the others of the freak circus be romantically or platonically obsessed with Kinger!Mc, and also Queenie?
Well I plan it going similarly to the original plot. But mostly romantic, with pierrot and harlequin, and the others would mainly be from curiosit(though i might change that later).
Regards to queenie, I plan something special for her. But not alot of the cast really 'care' for her.
Author's note: I think this turned out not bad. I was in a rush when I wrote this and kind of didn't bother to edit it sorry! Hope you like it though!
Pairing(s): Protective Giyuu x fem!reader
Warnings: None
Summary:
You’re attacked by a demon in the forest and saved by a passing demon slayer, Giyu Tomioka, who insists on walking you safely home. Even after leaving, he comes back that night to check on you, showing he’s quietly protective and unwilling to leave you alone after what happened.
Wc: 1.5k ish
The forest path was familiar.
You had walked it dozens of times before.
From your small home near the edge of the village to the stream just beyond the trees. It was routine. Safe. Simple.
At least, it used to be.
Today, something felt off.
The air was still.
Too still.
Even the birds were quiet.
You adjusted the bucket in your hands, trying to ignore the unease creeping up your spine.
“It’s nothing,” you murmured to yourself.
Just your imagination.
You kept walking.
Step by step.
Until the path seemed… longer than usual.
The trees thicker.
The light dimmer.
Your grip tightened slightly.
Maybe you should turn back.
Just for today.
You took a breath and began to turn around.
A sound stopped you.
A soft crunch of leaves behind you.
You froze.
Slowly, carefully, you looked over your shoulder.
Nothing.
Just trees.
But the feeling didn’t go away.
It got worse.
Closer.
Your heart began to pound.
You turned fully this time.
“Hello?”
Your voice came out smaller than you expected.
No answer.
A second passed.
Then another.
And then something moved.
Not like a person.
Too fast.
Too unnatural.
It stepped out from behind a tree.
Your breath caught in your throat.
Its eyes were wrong.
Its smile was worse.
Your body went cold.
Every instinct screamed at you to run.
But your feet wouldn’t move.
“Well now,” it said, voice low and amused, “what a lucky find.”
You stumbled back a step.
The bucket slipped from your hands, water spilling into the dirt.
“I… I don’t have anything,” you said, your voice shaking.
It tilted its head.
“I’m not here for things.”
Another step closer.
Your chest tightened painfully.
You couldn’t breathe.
“Please,” you whispered.
It only smiled wider.
Then it lunged.
You flinched.
Bracing for something you didn’t even understand.
But it never came.
A sharp sound cut through the air.
Metal.
Fast.
Precise.
The pressure in the air shifted instantly.
You opened your eyes.
The thing had stopped.
Its arm… gone.
It stared, confused.
Then something moved in front of you.
A person.
You hadn’t seen him arrive.
One moment you were alone.
The next, he was there.
Standing between you and it.
Sword in hand.
Patterned haori catching the faint light.
You stared, too stunned to speak.
The stranger didn’t look back at you.
His attention stayed completely on the creature.
“Get behind me,” he said.
His voice was calm.
Not loud.
But it carried enough weight that your body obeyed before your mind caught up.
You stepped back quickly.
Your hands trembled.
The creature snarled, its arm already beginning to reform.
“You think you can take my meal?”
The man didn’t answer.
He moved.
Fast.
Faster than anything you had ever seen.
Steel flashed.
The creature attacked.
He cut it down again.
And again.
Each movement clean.
Controlled.
Like water flowing.
You couldn’t look away.
Fear and something else rooted you in place.
The fight ended as suddenly as it began.
One final strike.
The creature fell apart.
Then it was gone.
Completely.
Like it had never been there.
Silence returned to the forest.
But it didn’t feel the same.
Your legs finally gave out.
Before you could fall, a hand caught your arm.
Firm.
Steady.
You looked up.
The stranger was closer now.
Much closer.
His expression was unreadable.
But his eyes were sharp.
Focused.
“Are you injured?”
You shook your head quickly.
“I… I don’t think so.”
He didn’t let go right away.
His gaze moved over you, checking.
Your face.
Your arms.
Your stance.
Making sure.
Only when he seemed satisfied did his grip loosen slightly.
“That wasn’t…” you started, your voice unsteady, “that wasn’t a person.”
“No.”
Your throat felt dry.
“What was it?”
“A demon.”
The word settled heavily in your chest.
You had heard stories.
Everyone had.
But they were just that.
Stories.
Until now.
Your hands started shaking again.
“I almost…”
You couldn’t finish.
His grip tightened again, just slightly.
Not enough to hurt.
Just enough to steady you.
“You’re safe.”
The words were simple.
Quiet.
But they grounded you.
You nodded slowly.
“…Thank you.”
He didn’t respond immediately.
Just looked at you for a moment.
Then, “You shouldn’t walk this far alone.”
“I didn’t know,” you admitted softly.
“I know.”
A pause.
He glanced at the fallen bucket, then back at the forest around you.
“…I’ll take you back.”
“You don’t have to,” you said quickly. “I can just go-”
“No.”
The answer was immediate.
Firm.
You blinked.
“I can manage, really-”
“No,” he repeated, quieter this time. “It’s not safe.”
Something in his tone made it hard to argue.
Not forceful.
Just certain.
You hesitated.
Then nodded.
“…Okay.”
He stepped slightly ahead of you.
Not too far.
Just enough.
Always between you and the deeper forest.
You followed.
Trying to steady your breathing.
After a few steps, you glanced at him.
“…Are you… some kind of guard?”
“No.”
“A traveler?”
“No.”
You frowned slightly.
“Then why were you here?”
A brief pause.
“…Passing through.”
That didn’t feel like the full answer.
But you didn’t push.
Instead, you asked more quietly, “What’s your name?”
Another pause.
Then, “Giyuu Tomioka.”
You repeated it softly, committing it to memory.
“…I’m glad you were passing through.”
He didn’t respond.
But his pace slowed just slightly.
Matching yours.
By the time the edge of the village came into view, the tension in your chest had eased a little.
But not completely.
You stopped walking.
“…This is fine. I can go from here.”
He didn’t move.
His gaze shifted past you.
Scanning.
Watching.
Making sure.
Only after a moment did he nod.
But he still didn’t turn to leave.
You hesitated.
“…Will you be alright?”
“Yes.”
A pause.
“…Will you?”
You gave a small, tired smile.
“I think so.”
He studied you again.
Like he was trying to decide something.
Then he stepped back.
Just once.
But his attention never fully left you.
“Stay closer to the village.”
“I will.”
“Don’t come back here alone.”
“…I won’t.”
Another pause.
Neither of you moved.
Then you nodded slightly.
“…Thank you. For earlier.”
He inclined his head just barely.
Then turned.
Disappearing into the trees as quietly as he had appeared.
That night felt different.
Every sound outside your home made your heart jump.
Every shadow seemed deeper.
You sat near the doorway, unable to fully relax.
Your thoughts kept returning to the forest.
To that moment.
To him.
A faint sound came from outside.
You stiffened.
Your breath caught.
Footsteps.
Soft.
Controlled.
Not like before.
You stood slowly, peering out.
A figure stood a short distance away.
Familiar.
The same haori.
The same still presence.
“…You came back,” you said quietly.
He stepped a little closer.
“I was nearby.”
You nodded, even though that didn’t fully explain it.
“…Is something wrong?”
“No.”
He glanced around the village.
Then back at you.
“…Just checking.”
Your chest warmed slightly.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I did.”
Simple.
Certain.
You hesitated.
Then stepped aside slightly.
“…Do you want to sit for a moment?”
He paused.
Then nodded once.
You sat near the doorway again.
He remained standing at first.
Watching.
Listening.
Only after a while did he sit down.
Not too close.
But close enough.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable.
Just quiet.
After everything that happened, it felt… grounding.
Your shoulders slowly relaxed.
Your breathing evened out.
“You’re still shaken,” he said.
“A little,” you admitted.
A pause.
“…That’s normal.”
You glanced at him.
“…You’re not?”
“No.”
You let out a small breath.
“I guess you’ve seen this before.”
“Yes.”
Another quiet moment passed.
Then, without really thinking, you leaned slightly toward him.
Not much.
Just enough that your shoulder brushed his.
You stilled.
“…Sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
He didn’t move away.
If anything, he stayed exactly where he was.
Steady.
Solid.
Safe.
Time passed.
Slowly.
Your eyes began to close.
Exhaustion finally catching up to you.
Your head dipped.
Resting lightly against him.
You tensed for a second.
But he didn’t pull away.
“…You should sleep inside,” he said quietly.
“In a minute,” you murmured.
But your voice was already fading.
He stayed still.
Listening to the night.
Watching the dark.
Every small sound.
Every shift in the air.
His focus never wavered.
Not for a second.
Your hand shifted slightly, lightly gripping the fabric of his sleeve.
Your breathing soft.
Even.
Asleep.
His gaze lowered briefly.
Then lifted again toward the darkness beyond the village.
“I won’t let anything reach you,” he said quietly.
The words were simple.
But absolute.
And he stayed there.
Giyuu Tomioka stayed until the night grew quiet.
Until every shadow settled.
Until you were safe.
And even then,
He didn’t leave right away.
Thank you for reading <3 Credits to @saradika-graphics for the banners
Should I make a part 2? Let me know if you want one!
The freak circus is an 18+ game(I know its a visual novels but leave me alone dw) and therefore, this counts as 18+ fanfiction- so;
MDNI
At first, you thought distance would be enough.Nothing dramatic. Nothing cruel. Just small, careful acts of betrayal self-protection.
You stopped lingering near Pierrot after you were done helping him. You answered his questions with shorter replies. You made excuses when he asked you to stay. You kept your hands to yourself, your body angled away, your attention deliberately elsewhere.
You started saying things like, "I need space." and “Please don’t stand so close." In a voice that was as gentle as you could make it. You told yourself that if you were polite enough, clear enough, maybe he would understand.
Pierrot only tilted his head, quiet and observant, as if he were watching something odd tug at him. It was indeed very odd for the creature
The first time you set a real boundary, he looked surprised. Not angry. Not yet. You had been helping him with something small, something he had asked for in that soft, broken way of his that used to make pity twist in your chest. But when he stepped closer to thank you, you stepped back.
"Don’t." You said before you could stop yourself. Then, after a beat, because your heart was pounding too hard and you needed him to understand, “Please don’t do that.”
His expression didn’t change much, but something in the air around him did.
"Oh." He said quietly. Then smiled wider. That's okay. You just need some time adjusting. He can wait..
You nodded once, wishing you could take the words back and still mean them at the same time. "I'm serious,” you added. “I need some space, Pierrot..."
Pierrot was still for a long moment. Then he gave a small, almost graceful nod, and stepped away. It's fine. You'll soften into him...
Eventually.
For a while, you thought it had worked. For a while, he listened. He stopped reaching for your sleeve. Stopped leaning in when you spoke. Stopped appearing at your side the moment you turned around. The relief lasted exactly long enough for you to start believing the worst of it was over. But he changed in ways that were harder to name. He watched now.
Constantly.
He noticed when you spoke more steadily to the Ticket Taker than to him, more eye contact, more steadily more... real. When you stood farther from the center of the tent. When you made a point of never being alone with him.
When you flinched, just slightly, every time Harlequin called your name too brightly from across the room. Pierrot began to look at you like you were slipping out of reach.
Maybe you were... no, NO! He shoulding be thinking of his dear like this! You- you loved him! Right?
It started with the small things. He would be waiting outside your path when you turned a corner, silent and pale and patient. He would ask if you were avoiding him in that calm, gentle voice that made the question feel worse than if he had shouted it.
"My dear- are you.. avoiding me?" You could feel the guilt shredding you apart from the inside.
He would offer to walk with you, to carry things for you, to make it easier.
"Let me hold that for you, my dear. I'm sure its bothering you."
Each time, you said no.
Each time, he looked more and more as if he didn’t understand why. Because why would you say no? He was being gentle, he wasnt even raising his voice at you, goddammit!
.
"I'm allowed to say no." You responded him one evening, keeping your voice steady with effort. "I’m allowed to not want to be touched. I’m allowed to be left alone." Your doing it, your finally doing it!
Pierrot blinked slowly. For a moment, he looked genuinely confused, as though the words had been spoken in another language. Then his expression softened into something almost sad.
"Did I upset you?"
The question should have sounded harmless.It didn’t.Because there was something carefully wrong about the way he asked it, something that made your stomach twist. Not guilt. Not remorse. Just the need to identify where you had gone wrong in the script he had already written.
"Yes." Firm, your suprised you could manage that. "You did." He stared at you. You held his gaze only because you forced yourself to. "I'm not doing this anymore." You continued. "I'm not going to keep pretending I’m comfortable just because it’s easier for everyone else." There. You said it... finally.
The silence that followed was heavy and strange.When Pierrot finally spoke, his voice was almost too soft to hear.
"I thought you were kind."
Your chest tightened. "I am." You responded, and hated how shaky it sounded. "I'm still being kind. That does not mean you get access to me." For a second, his face went empty. Was he understanding this?
Then the mask settled back into place with that, stupid, stupid grin. "Of course." He murmured. Staring through your soul.
But after that, everything shifted.He stopped asking.He started deciding.Your meals appeared where you could not avoid them. Your time was quietly accounted for. People drifted away when you tried to speak to them, as if someone had already told them not to interfere.
Harlequin’s jokes grew sharper when you tried to leave a room early. Doctors eyes sharpened every time you attempted to drift. Ticket taker would linger behind you just long enough for it to be a coincidence. Jester's gaze is now harder to decipher, but it still burns to feel it on your skin.
And Pierrot became stiller. Calmer. This is what you wanted
You began to feel it before you saw it: the pressure of his attention, the sense of being enclosed by it. And once the skies faded to that overlooming black, you tried to leave the circus. You had things to wake up to tomorrow and you are one of the last to leave.
You were halfway to the exit when a gloved clawed hand closed around your wrist. You startled so hard your breath caught in your throat.
"Don’t leave." Pierrot murrmered. His voice was calm. Too calm.You turned, yanking once. "Please?"
"Let go."
He didn’t. Your pulse slammed in your ears.
"Pierrot."
He stared at you like he was memorizing your face."You keep running from me." He whispered, and now the hurt in his voice was unmistakable, raw and aching, like he genuinely believed you had done something cruel to him.
"After everything. After I waited, and waited and waited for you to warm up." The words made your skin go cold. "This is what you decide? To leave?"
"I never owed you that." you said, stepping back against his grip. "I helped you because I felt bad for you. That is all. I told you to give me space." His fingers tightened.For the first time, there was something frighteningly final in his expression.
"No.." he whispered. "You helped me because you love me. You can't leave no." You tried to pull free.
"Stop lying to yourself, my dear.."
He moved faster than you expected. One moment you were standing in the dark air outside the tent, and the next he had forced you close enough that you could feel the strange, quiet strength in him. You made a sound of panic, twisting hard, but his arm locked around you before you could escape.
"Pierrot- stop!" His face was right beside yours now, too close, too pale, too calm. Your eyes darted around, you needed someone to help, anyone. Ticket taker nor the other were anywhere in sight.
"I tried." He started, and it sounded like an explanation. "I tried to be good." Then everything went horribly still. You realized, with a sudden surge of dread.
That this wasn’t anger.
It was decision.
And when he lifted you off your feet and placed that chemical ridden cloth over your mouth before carrying you back toward the tent, ignoring your struggle, your fear, your muffled voice breaking with protest, there was no doubt left at all.
Pierrot had not misunderstood your boundaries.
He had simply decided they did not matter.
Because someone already left him once.
You can't too. You love him.
A/n; istg im a normal person irl
Creds to @enchanthings for banners!
Anyways, any thoughts about Artemitis ll? I feel really inspired.
The freak circus is an 18+ game(I know its a visual novels but leave me alone dw) and therefore, this counts as 18+ fanfiction- so;
MDNI
You didn't 'visit' the circus. That word implies choice. You just… never found a way to leave after helping Pierrot that first time. Helping him wasn't just kindness in your mind, it was pity dressed up as decency.
He looked fragile, unsettlingly so, and something in you said that if you walk away, something worse will happen to him. Pierrot interprets your hesitation as gentleness. Your silence as understanding. Your lack of resistance as trust.
But it isnt.
And it never will be.
It’s calculation.
You learn quickly that saying 'no' doesn’t work here. Not because he would punish you outright, he would never!
But because he isnt trustable.
He stalks, he watches, he lurks.
Its better to stay silent.
So you adapt. You nod. You comply.
You minimize yourself. Its safer this way.
He's a monster, compliance is key.
Around Pierrot you keep your voice soft, but your body angled away. You never sit too close unless forced.
When he leans in, you subtly shift just enough to keep space without making it obvious.
He thinks you’re shy.
'How sweet, my dear!' He ponders, looking at you shift away from him, every so subtly. Your just shy. But don't worry! He's here until you warm up..
You’re actually just thinking a way out.
-
Harlequin is worse in a different way.
Too loud.
Too close.
Too interested
He notices everything:
The way your shoulders tense when he oh so ever nears, the way your smile never reaches your eyes(even with Pierrot!), the way you freeze when he circles behind you.
But instead of understanding, he treats it like a game.
Because it IS a game! For him at least.
“Ohhh, you’re nervous! That’s adorable.”
You laugh at his jokes.
Not because it’s funny(when are they ever?) because it’s safer.
Who knows what he can do with those tendrils. Its better to avoid letting history repeat itself.
-
The Ticket Taker watches you like you’re a misplaced object. Not unkind. But not kind either. When you follow instructions without question, he seems… satisfied. Good. You suspect he's the type who’d notice if you tried to leave- so you never test it.
'Like a doll. If only I was able to make them a fool before Pierrot and Harlequin got to them.' Ticket taker would murmured in the depths of his mirrors. Watching you carefully pass through his tent.
Its a good idea to cover your vanity mirror tonight. And the night after.
(can you tell I'm getting lazy🥹)
-
The Doctor unnerves you the most.
Observant, that one.
He notices your distance immediately.
"You’re experiencing sustained stress, patient” he tells you once, like it’s a diagnosis instead of a situation. You nod, you don’t tell him, an 'oh.' Should be fine. He was never that hard to satisfy.
Stay still? Suddenly your a statue,
Take this injection? Well, doctor knows best.
But when asks more about the stress.. he’s part of the reason.
He's one of them.
-
Jester is... tricky.
He treats everything like a joke. Because he knows.
Seeing you squirm under his gaze is entertaining, including your discomfort. Mimics your stiff posture .
Exaggerates your careful steps, laughs when you flinch at his actions. But sometimes -just sometimes- he stops. Watches you. Looks deep into this hesitant eyes of yours. Tilts his head like he’s trying to figure out if you’re playing along… or genuinely afraid. You look away before he decides.
"Your like a puzzle I need to crack, mm? Aren't you, pet?" You just nod, glancing at anything but him.
-
You’ve mastered the art of un-provocative presence. Perfect.
Agree, but not enthusiastically , smile, but not brightly , stay, but never settle You don’t bond with them, not emotionally.
You survive around them.
Pierrot, meanwhile, believes that you chose to stay, you understand him.
You’re just… delicate. Something to treat with care, something to love throughly.
When you pull away, he doesn’t see fear.. He sees something to be patient with.
And that’s what traps you the most.
Not cruelty.
Not force.
But the fact that none of them fully realize you were never comfortable. You were just too scared to do anything else.
Nights are the hardest. When things go quiet, your mind gets loud.
Why am I still here?
Why didn't leave earlier?
Why did I bother to help?
Why did i...
..
it doesn't matter anymore. Your just...
Sweet.
Adorable.
Doll.
Patient.
Pet.
At least your not on their bad side... right?
.
.
.
You feel axious tonight, maybe it would be good to buy a few extra locks. The intuition alone is enough to have you on your toes.
A/n; is it obvious I've been reading ALOT of non-con for this? I wrote this is in one night LETS GO
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