This series will show murder,obession and obsessive behavior. There's also yandere tendencies in here. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please don't read.
This is part 2 of the Obession movie tfc au fic I'm writing
Reader is Nikki,Pierrot is Bear,Harlequin is Ian and Columbia is Sarah.
He sees you just standing there at your doorway. You're staring at him.
"What the fuuucckkk?"
You go to him and bend back down.
"You said you had something for me?"
"Uhhhh..y-yessssss..I don't actually have it on me right now though....I'll give it to you tomorrow or something..."
You lean against the window.
"Can you come in with me? I mean I just lost my pet Pierrot.."
"Wait..what? You lost your pet?"
"I..I....meant you just lost your pet Pierrot."
You open the door where he is seated.
"Y/N...What the fuck? What are you doing?
"Come in to my house with meeeee"
"Y/N...what the hell? You aren't acting like yourself. What's going on? You're acting weird. You must be drunk."
"...I'm not acting..wait what the fuck?"
"What are you doing Y/N?"
You pause.
"I'm fine.....sorry....I'm acting soooooo weird"
You both laugh. You get into his passenger seat.
"What are you doing? Why are you getting in?"
"Let's go to your place!"
"W-what? Okay I guess...."
You put your head on the dashboard and begin to cry.
Pierrot just stares at you in disbelief and confusion.
"....Y/N?....W-what's wrong?"
"...M...my(choose a family member) is dying...they have cancer...." You while still crying and hiccing
"..."
You lift your head and look at him with tears in your eyes and rolling down your face.
"..I-I-I...I need to have a distraction....Can I come over and stay the night?"
Pierrot smiles softly. "Of course Y/N."
You both sit in silence. After 10 minutes you arrive at Pierrot's house.
You follow him inside.
You both go to his room.
You flop on the bed to the left.
He slips in on the right.
"You wanna talk about your(family member that's dying)"
You shake your head as you sit up.
You both look at each other.
You look into his eyes. He looks back.
You lean in and so does he.
You kiss.
You moan a little into the kiss and begin to straddle him.
He smiles into the kiss and pulls you even closer.
After a minute you open your eyes and stumble backwards and off the bed and onto the floor.
"WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!
He blinks. "Y-'Y/N....what the hell?"
You stand up. "So sorry Pierrot."
"No...what the hell is going on? This is so weird. Why are you acting like this?"
"I'm.....I'm sorry...I'm sorry...let's just go to sleep."
Pierrot looks at you with suspicion.
"O-okay....."
You both lie down.
After a while you both drift off to sleep.
*The next day*
Pierrot wakes up and sees you're not there.
He goes to the bathroom and sees a part of his hair is cut.
He goes around the apartment to find you.
He sees you sitting o the middle of the couch,staring into the abyss.
"....Y/N?....Did...did you cut my hair last night while I was sleeping?...."
You look at him with a netural expression. "I did."
"You can't just do that. It's not right."
"Sorry...it won't happen again baby"
"Better not. Anyways...I have to go to work. We both do."
"Oh yeah...let's go."
You both go to the circus where you both work.
You and Pierrot walk into work together and Harlequin sees.
You go to your area to begin work but you are still able to see Pierrot and Harlequin.
"Yes....we did...."
"Oohh la la~ You and Y/N walked in together which meanssssssss you spent the night together~" He wiggles his eyebrows.
"Yes....we...we did...."
"Why did you say it like that?Did something happen?"
Pierrot hesitates for a few seconds.
"What happened?"
"Wellllll...uhhhh...Y/N came home with me and-"
"Oooohh shit~"
"They were acting a bit weird..."
"Weird how?"
"They said something about their(a family member) is dying. And...and...they started crying and then we kissed. And then they started freaking out."
"Freaking out? How?"
"They stopped kissing me and fell back and kept screaming 'what the fuck' than they apologized profusely. After that they wanted too sleep."
"That IS weird...even for them. Anything else happen?"
Pierrot shakes his head and he looks up and sees you staring at him.
Harlequin sees this and laughs a little.
"Oh my god...you def fucked them."
"No I didn't."
"Good because it'd be messed up if you did because they're not mentally okay at the moment it seems."
*lunch break.*
You go over to Pierrot and Harlequin and sit down right beside Pierrot.
You smile brightly as you touch Pierrot's arm.
Harlequin snickers at the sight.
Columbia joins a few minutes later and looks pissed when she sees you cling onto Pierrot.
Such an interesting concept! In my brief research I found there's two ways I can write this, one in actual ciazarn which is essentially takes a word and modifies it. Usually after every consonant sound, you insert "eaz". The almighty Google uses a few examples:
Mark (the term for a customer/mark): M + eaz + ar + k + eaz becomes Meazarkeaz.
Hey: H + eaz + ey becomes Heazey.
Look: L + eaz + oo + k + eaz becomes Leazoo-keaz.
The other avenue I can do would be using ciazarn slang using this handy blog!
I'm not going to pretend like I can properly translate/formulate a true ciazarn blurb without sacrificing my sanity and patience, so I'm going to default to just using the slang for now. I feel as if the slang would feel more organic in normal conversation and thus easier to write, but either way this is such a cool rabbit hole to dive into!
Turns out, I've been unknowingly using some of the slang too!
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I'm going to try something new and introduce some Russian into Doctor's speech! I consider him to be fluent in Portuguese and Russian and be moderately versed in English for flavor!
Tags: SFW, some mild suggestiveness, overall sweet interactions
The Freak Circus is an 18+ Visual novel Themes include but are not limited to: dark elements, strong language, sensitive graphic content, suggestive/sexual content. My works can depict similar themes and are not intended for minors in any sense.
Pierrot
"Pierrot? What's the matter? You've been pacing around the tent for a bit now."
"My love, have you seen one of my knives anywhere? I seem to have misplaced one, that or he took it." His initial sweet tone overtaken by the growl of thinking about his green rival.
Your sweet clown was looking desperately for his knives for maintenance, only to come up short. You tried helping him look around for it. Checking every square inch of his tent, feeling his gaze on your bent form, checked the lot for anything glinting, once again feeling the sharpened heart shaped pin pricks tracking your every move. You tried to get him to retrace his steps or suggest places where he could've left it, only to either come up empty handed or find things the two of you weren't originally looking for.
After about thirty minutes of hunting for the spare throwing knife you threw in the towel, "Pierrot, I don't think-"
You're interrupted by a familiar glint of his knife wedged in the undercarriage of a neighboring wagon. Its blade nearly completely embedded in the wooden compartment, thrown with such force you would've thought it as a miniature sword of King Arthur.
"Pierrot! The possum belly!" Your excitement instantly overshadowing your defeat as you make your way over to the compartment. Kneeling beside the wagon, your hand wraps around the handle as you realize you lacked the strength to unsheathe it from it's slumber.
"M-my dear, be careful!" his large hand coaxes yours off of the leather grip, and he urges you back to your feet. On his knees he looks up at you with mix of concern and relief.
"Sorry, I just got really excited. I'm not sure how it ended up down there though," your brow furrows as you piece together your best hunch.
He grips the handle of his blade and gives a firm tug, it's blade sliding out of the compartment with an apologetic crunch as it damages the wood around it.
"My love, how did you know what this was called?" He beams proudly at you, sheathing the blade in a holster on his side. "I was not aware you knew something so niche." He rose to his feet, brushing off any dirt he might have gotten on his knee.
"Oh, uh, my family used to be in a show similar to yours, although I wasn't really a direct part in it." You sheepishly turn away from him, "I even know how to speak a little bit of ciazarn, although I'm probably a bit rusty."
His signature grin stretches across his face, accompanied by a red tint to his porcelain cheeks. " I would love to hear it sometime, my love, I'm sure you could get back into it in no time"
You muster up enough courage, "I leazoveaze yeazou, Peaziereazreazoteaz"
He stops dead in his tracks, processing what you said.
Next thing you know you're being slung over his shoulder like a prize as he chuckles to himself before speed walking back towards his tent.
"Oh my love, you play a dangerous game with a dangerous beast."
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Harlequin
"Maybe if you would engage with your potential guests, you would draw more people in to your shows?" You suggested.
"Oh? I interact with my 'potential guests' far more than I would like to, although for you I would make every exception~" A tendril slithers around your waist suggestively.
He studies your reaction through his mirror, pretending to fix the same part of hair as he toys with his favorite act.
You swat at the green appendage, "I'm being serious Harley, Jester would be off your case if you took at least some of your shows seriously."
"How cruel, do you believe I don't take my own shows seriously? I never knew you had such a mean streak in you, meu querido." He makes a dramatic showing of his tentacle slinking back under his uniform like a beat dog. "What concerns Jester is remaining under the radar for your kind and also making a bit of money on the side for other expenses."
"Oh I know! You could do walkarounds!" You beam at the pinpricks that narrow back at you.
"My my, aren't you a clever thing, did you look that term up before stopping by?" He rolled his eyes and swiveled his chair towards you, "here I thought you were above something so, shallow."
"Try again. I'll have you know I did a few walkarounds for my family's business once upon a time." You triumphantly countered.
Emerald eyes bore holes through your being, "You're lying."
"I would never lie."
"You never once mentioned this 'family business' of yours, my dear. Although I suppose it makes sense given how well you fit in around here, being a freak must be in your blood." He chuckles at his own joke, before making his way to his tent exit, gesturing for you to come with.
"Do you think I'm joking? Or are you just worried I'll do a better job than you?"
"It would be cute to see you attempt to win against me, but as much as I would love to see you perform a walkaround..." His hands grip your shoulders possessively from behind. His breath tickling your skin as he laughs to himself.
"I would much rather watch your kootch show later tonight, perhaps after my sold out show, minha provocação favorita~"
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Jester
"You're worrying about nothing, just keep running the show how you've been running it, just maybe hold off on the humans being livestock ideology." You attempt to reassure your distressed love.
Jester paces around his tent in a rare lapse of self reliance. The rhythmic jingling of his bells matching his panicked steps. "We have dealt with press before but not to this extent. You humans and your curiosity.." He growls under his breath before making another lap around his tent.
"Well, it's been years since anything as big as your circus came to our humble little town." You chuckle, "it's no surprise that the news wants to check out something other than the county fair."
"I am being serious, pet, this can be detrimental to our operation, to my family." His eyes flicker magenta for a moment as his words carry a dose of venom, a warning.
You straighten your back and drop any leftover humor, realizing the hidden gravity of the situation. You know somewhat of the secret operations of the circus, how the members of the troupe aren't entirely human, and how they use the circus as a way to feed their appetites, most likely illegally.
"It will be fine, my Lord."
He stops in his tracks at the pet name, magenta fading in once again.
"Press are one of the most easily appeased part of humanity. Just treat them as VIPs, make sure they're fed, spoiled, front row seats, the works. I would even try to pamper the house to keep up appearances." Your words keeping the pink from flooding his mask completely. Turning towards you he studies your face for any kind of deception, as usual, coming up empty handed.
"How do you know what 'pampering the house' is, pet," He strides over to you, his towering frame attempting to recover it's intimation factor after a show of anxiety.
"I learned a few things from my family, back when they would perform. I've had to deal with a few interviews from the press myself." You give him a reassuring smile and extend out your hand cautiously. "I can give you a few pointers if you'd like?"
He takes a moment to consider relying on you for help, his mind racing through various scenarios, before ultimately taking your hand.
His grin returns as he pulls you closer to him, placing your hand on towards his shoulder, his free hand meeting the small of your back.
"It seems like you just volunteered yourself, dear pet, you will be the face of the circus for tonight."
"I never agreed-" You cut yourself off, looking for a way to rephrase, "you should know how to talk to them, in case I'm not around." Your voice attempts to hold back a twinge of sadness at the thought, before catching yourself again. "You have such a silver tongue already, your nerves just get the better of you."
You place your hand in reassurance on his cheek, risking the backlash of such a gesture.
"The press are some of the easiest people to mislead once you know how to play their game."
He pulls away from you, opting to just give you physical space as opposed to his usual punishments of unwarranted touch.
"Very well, pet. Don't think I've forgotten about your little nickname you gave me either."
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Ticket Taker
Your brows furrowed in concern as you watched Bil calculating hypothetical numbers on a blank paper. His mind strolling through a mental map of the circus trying to figure out new ways to rack in more income for new costs. He shuffles some papers around, searching for one elusive sheet in particular. A slight groan sneaking past his breath as he finds the circus' floor layout, a beaten sheet held together by responsibility and antiquity.
He meets his own furrowed brow with his hand, massaging the porcelain mask in any attempts to grant his own relief from the mounting stresses.
"Are you trying to find ways to make nights a turnaway?"
He sighs into his hand, fully releasing the annoyance he was harboring, "yes, we have new bills and new projects to invest in, and to do that we-" he pauses.
He turns towards you in awkward shock. "What did you just say?"
"I asked if you wanted to find a way to sell out?" Your concern quickly turning to confusion. "I know you and Jester have been trying to find new ways to prey on people's wallets." You peek over his shoulder to glance at the floor plans, stalls that were unfamiliar to you still listed in aged ink, along with new ones sketched out in faded pencil.
"I meant the exact terminology you used." He followed your gaze and flipped the layout over, effectively pausing your brainstorming. His hand resting on top of the sacred parchment.
"Oh, turnaway?" You move in closer to him, gently touching the aged sheet, feeling every textured stain and spill of memory it harbored. "I learned a few things about showmanship from my family," your fingers grazed his gloved hand and you could feel a reflexive tension move under the well maintained fabric.
His gaze was torn between maintaining eye contact with you and risking glancing at the subtle teasing you were causing him. "You never mentioned your family was in the mutual business as mine."
"You never asked me," your hand trailed over the back of his hand, gracing his touch starved skin with a hint of affection at the hem of his glove. "Let me look at the floor plans, I can help come up with something for you to take to Jester," your voice barely above a whisper, and laced with an intimate invitation.
The whistle from the tea kettle broke his concentration on your alluring proposition. He lifted his hand off of the prized possession, opting to adjust his collar.
He cleared his throat, his eyes wandering to the back of the floor plans, "go ahead then, dear. I'll make us some tea." The chair skittered along the floor as he hastily rose from it, scrambling to correct the abrupt action by presenting you his seat.
You sat down in place of him and looked over the plans as he wandered off towards the coffee bar. His ghostly form beginning to blur to retrieve ingredients with ease.
You couldn't help but watch him as he prepared the cups, his slender form turned misty visage as phantom hands pour hot water from the spout.
"Have you ever tried cake cutting?" You jokingly suggested, biting your lip to hold back a playful grin.
He flinched at the thought, causing a droplet of water to trickle down the lip of the cup.
"Such dishonesty at the booths would surely start our downfall, surely you're jesting."
"I am, don't worry, we'll figure something out. Together." You shifted your gaze back to the ancient formula of business and started studying.
The concept of working with someone other than Jester is definitely a foreign one, but if it's with you, he could get used to it.
"Together."
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Doctor
You and Doctor were tasked with relocating a food booth to another end of the circus, and that meant just watching Doctor dismantle the booth and sitting pretty, not that he minded either.
Getting to watch Doctor work on something other than gory experiments that would make Frankenstein himself blush was a treat in and of itself. Watching his muscles flex under his cloak as he coaxed a support beam out from the ground, untying various knots of the canopy, and especially using his immense strength to effortlessly start rolling the cart to it's new home were all great forms of study.
You were in charge of keeping the public out of his way while he wheel barreled the stand through the crowd. Polluting the air with courteous "excuse us,", "coming through," and "can we squeeze by you,"s.
Your progress was paused when Jester's show concluded, a flood of guests wandering out of the tent in search of the next attraction, some stopping to ogle your plague doctor work horse, who decided to wait out the crowd.
Doctor rolled his shoulders a few times, then his neck, letting out a relieved sigh as his joints popped and snapped.
"So, you and Pierrot mostly help out with the manual labor for the circus?" You try to pass the time with small talk.
An approving grunt followed by another pop of his neck. "It helps keep me fit, to say the least. Most of my strength comes from setting up the circus, sweetie."
"Do you ever get any lot lice?"
He pauses, before laughing. A deep rumble overtaking the noise of the crowd, some guests turning to look at the source, but you were entranced.
"I haven't heard of that term in a long time," he gives the stand another once over, making sure he didn't lose any pieces along the way, "yes, there's only a handful of times where we could set up without onlookers disrupting the process. Although..."
He squats in front of you, his massive frame still overshadowing yours as he cocks his head to the side. "How do you know the term 'lot lice', sweetie?"
"Oh, uh, my family-"
A rowdy teenager knocked you into your practitioner, in their attempt to keep up with their friends. Within moments Doctor was back on his feet, scruffing the teen while bracing you against his sturdy body.
"No running in the circus. Someone could get hurt, right, паршивец?" The goggles in his mask flickered red momentarily, the color reflecting in the teens fear filled eyes as they nodded feverishly.
He released the teenager before turning back towards you, this time fully kneeling before you. His hands palming over where the two of you made contact, checking for any injuries.
"Your family? Were they in the business?" His warm hands ghosted over your clothes, the heat adding to your flushed face.
"Y-yeah, they were. I never really got involved with it aside from book keeping or the occasional advertising." You felt his hand drift low, too low for your liking. "H-hey!" you swatted at his wandering palm.
He chuckled at your reaction, but got back to his feet, "I will have to be more thorough later, my sweet." He steadies himself in front of the handles of the stand, before lifting it effortlessly.
"I expect you to fill me in on this detail of your family I somehow overlooked, along with a continuation of your examination."
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Possum Belly — Storage box built into the underside of a work wagon to carry cable, stakes, rigging, etc. At times a place for a quick nap by a worker, and at times the temporary home of an unauthorized "traveling girlfriend" (a "possum belly queen").
"I leazoveaze yeazou, Peaziereazreazoteaz"- Ciazarn for "I love you, Pierrot"
Walkaround — A clown feature in which clowns stroll through the crowd and perform comic bits interacting with audience members.
Kootch Show — The raunchy version of the "girl show". No revue, no "posing," and definitely no clothes, just a close-up view of what men want to see.
minha provocação favorita — My Favorite Tease
Papering the House — Giving away free tickets to fill up the audience, to give the impression that the public is anxious to see your show. Often done when the press is in attendance. (Also used in the theater.)
Turnaway — A sold-out show.
Cake/Cake Cutting — Money made by short-changing customers at ticket boxes.
Lot Lice — Local townspeople who arrive early to watch the unloading of the circus and stay late. Maybe they leave money behind, but they sure get in the way/Locals who arrive early to gawk and stay late to browse but don't spend anything.
Tw: uhh hitting, leashes, pet play, dom MC, no penetrative sex, choking, boot kink, singular mention of a riding crop, sex toys, muzzle, tying up, orgasm denial, overstimulation, uhh idk hot MC? Might consider a part 2
Sadistic MC anyone??
Sorry for any spelling errors or grammar errors
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Monsters were so terrifying until it came to putting them in their place. Especially when one was so eager to give themselves completely for you. Unfortunately you weren't the gentle type when it came to possessions.
The riding crop in hand you stared down at Pierrot. Legs crossed as he sat in front you with his legs spread and fully exposed. So eager to please, it always brought such a good mood to you. A mood where you wanted to test how far exactly this devotion would go. Pierrot wore a collar, a muzzle, and had his hands tied behind him. Even if he was strong enough to break out, you made it incredibly clear that if he did you would punish him greatly.
Your foot stepped straight on his cock and grounded your boot into him as you grabbed the leash closer. Pierrot whined at the mix of pleasure and pain. Making his eyes tear up though still so determined to love you fully. “Pierrot my dear, your devotion is quite admirable. You promise you'll stay loyal to me, no matter what?” Pierrot quickly choked out a response as your boot increased the pressure. “Yes…yes my dear. I promise that I'll be loyal forev—” A sharp smack went across his face as you basically put half of your weight on his leaking cock. “Mistress. You call me mistress, pet.”
Pierrot winced out as the leash started to choke him a bit and pull him more forward. “Again.” Your voice sternly ringing out in his head. Pierrot's sweet big eyes watering as he took note of your displeasure.
Pierrot stiffened and started back up again “Yes! Yes, mistress. I promise to be loyal forever and be all yours.” You smirked and lightened your pressure on his cock, your boot grazing around it to give him some rough pleasure. “Good boy. Say it more. Say why you're so devoted to me.”
“Mistress. I'm devoted to every inch of you in all your glory…aghh!…Making me feel everything I do today and making everything I do worth it…All for you…You brought me life that day.” Pierrot's voice was shaky as he jumped as the vibrating plug shook more pleasure into him mid sentence. The leash wrapped around your wrist as you held the remote. It was nice to hear, hear such strong devotion. So you decided to reward him a little more. “My l– mistress, aghhhh!” Pierrot whimpered as his tears streamed down his face. Cock twitching and leaking all over your boot. The vibrations quickly put to max as a reward. Pathetic from him really, but it was almost cute.
You could see by the way Pierrot kept twitching and groaning that he was close. Simply by the plug and your boot. Your eyebrow raised looking over him, watching carefully. Pierrot hadn't asked yet, big mistake as his cock sputtered and cum came flowing out. You were quiet as you looked over him, letting him have his moment before you took it. Pierrot gasping and panting from the pleasure. Overstimulation hit him hard as the vibrations didn't stop.
“Pet.” You faked a smile as you put the remote away and you gripped the leash tighter. “Did I say you could cum?” Pierrot stilled and looked up realizing his mistake. You could already feel his big heart break by looking at his eyes. You grinned as you took your boot off of him staring at the cum now staining it. You stood up making sure your legs were on both sides of his legs and above him. Caging him in. The leash being pulled up as you looked down at him.
“You're going to lick my boot clean and pay for the mess you've made, puppy. It's okay, you're still learning. But you'll learn how to pay for it right too.” You shoved Pierrot's head down towards your boot. Gazing down as his long tongue curled and drooled over it. It was nice but too light of a punishment to you. You couldn't help but be a little nicer honestly. But you could think of ways of having more fun. You stared at the leash you had and wrapped more around your palm.
Pierrot choked as the leash on him had been tightened and pulled upwards. “You rise when I tell you to pet. Better hurry and make sure my boot is clean of your filth.” Pierrot quickened, pulling back to keep licking. The pleasure of the vibrations being too much as he was being choked. He had to suppress another climax as he licked his boot clean. When it was done Pierrot stared up as he sniffled pleading with his eyes alone. It nearly made you want to keep doing this.
“Rise.” Pierrot stood quickly feeling air come back and another orgasm creep up at the feeling bringing a whine to him. “Mistress…please..” You titled your head at him looking down, acting as if you didn't have the faintest clue what he was talking about. “Be specific, pet.” Pierrot whimpered at that, claws digging into his claws a little trying not to cum. “Mistress! Please please let me cum!” Pierrot's voice sounded more gravelly and unrestrained as he looked up begging. Oh how you wanted to pretend to think about it but the claws alarmed you to not play around with the puppy too much.
“You may.” Your voice was soft and quiet though it made Pierrot moan loudly as his cum flooded out once more. Your hands reached for the remote to silence the vibrations. It was enough torturing your puppy as you saw the tears spilling out of his eyes and his body shivering. His head resting against your thigh exhausted. Your fingers going through his hair as you smiled down at him. “You did such a good job for your mistress.”
Based on the movie Obession. It's a Pierrot(tfc) x reader. Got the idea from this pic
Reader is gender neutral
Reader is Nikki,Pierrot is Bear,Harlequin is Ian and Columbia is Sarah.
This will be a series. I've taken out some stuff and added my own to it
This series will show murder,obession and obsessive behavior. There's also yandere tendencies in here. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please don't read.
Since the day you met Pierrot,you cared for him. You loved him,but not in a romantic way or anything. You saw him as a brother and a friend. Like you can always rely on no matter what. You felt comfortable around him. He might have been your closest friend.
*Pierrot,Harlequin and Columbia are at a cafe together. Pierrot is practicing how to confess to Y/N.*
"Y/N...You are the light that shines in the dark. You are like a lighthouse in the sea and I'm a boat. You guide me through the dark...the pain....the negative thoughts and feelings....You light up my world like nobody else. I live to see your smile and hear your laugh. You were always so nice with me..a-and.. and when I was done with my job and wanted to give up..you stopped me for making that mistake. You lift me up. You give me strength..."
"Stop. Stop...just....stop. This is soooooo cringe...Y/N ain't gonna like it. This is too much."
"I thought it was sweet!! It made me smile and feel good. It shows you care and love them."
"That won't work. It's too much. No one will take you seriously with this,especially not Y/N."
"Oooohhh!!! I got an idea!!! Get them their favorite snack."
2 weeks later you,Pierrot,Harlequin and Columbia are at a pub doing a triva game night that the pub holds every weekend. You four are always a team together.
You and Pierrot go to the bar to buy a round.
"I heard today's triva is gonna be hard. Oh and I got you something."
"We can still win if we all try. And you didn't have to."
"I'll give it to you later or tomorrow."
"There you go miss/sir/ect. Is it an open or close tab?"
"Oh open babe."
Columbia and Harlequin walks to you and Pierrot.
"Game is about to start. We should go to our seats." Columbia says as she reaches you two.
You go with Columbia to your seats,leaving Harlequin and Pierrot alone.
"When are you gonna ask Y/N out? It better not be right now at the pub. Do it later or some other day. Oh and DEFINITELY make sure to call them(insert a nickname you HATE)"
"But don't they hate that nickname? Like full on despise it?"
"Yes but it's okay coming from you."
After the triva game you all spill out the pub and go to your cars.
"I'm getting tired."
"Oh come onnnnnnn Y/NNNNNNNNN!!!!! You GOTTA stay and come with usssssss!!!
"I don't wanna go to the next fucking bar with you guys. I'm tired. And I just wanna go home and sleep."
"Party Pooper!!!"
"I'll drive you home Y/N."
You smile at Pierrot and go over to him. You get into his car.
As he is driving he tells you that his pet has died earlier that day.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
"I guess....I mean it still hasn't really hit me yet or anything."
You touch his left arm to comfort him.
"If you need someone to talk or cry with or just stare into the abyss with I'm right here for you and will always be."
His eyes soften just a tad bit.
"Thank you Y/N. Really. You don't understand how much it means to me."
You two drive in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until you reach your house.
You get out and are about to walk to your door when pierrot calls out "Good night(the nickname you HATE)"
"Ew! Don't call me that. You KNOW I hate that nickname."
He sighs. "I know. It was a joke. I was messing with you."
You go back to his car passenger door where the window is still open and you bend down to get to face level.
"Do you like me? If so now is the time to tell me."
There's silence for a few moments.
"I....think we're...good friends....''
You nod.
"Good. Good."
You go to your doorstep.
Pierrot sighs and rubs his face.
"Fuuuucccckkkk."
He grabs the one wish willow he bought earlier that day at the store. He picks it up and reads it.
"One wish willow..you get one wish. Use it to impress your friends....I wish Y/N Y/L/N loved me more than anyone in the fucking world!
