У меня просто появилась такая вот идея про "The freak circus" в начале истории про то что человек им обещал что они не будут голодать если они ему подчинятся, и у меня возникла мысль о том что наших монстров (Пьеро, Арлекино, Шута и др) люди забавлялись над ними пытая их щекоткой, и там использовали верёвки, колодки для ног и рук, щётки, перья, мыло и их там просто щекотали пальцами. Надеюсь это не будет слишком сложно просто потому что я сама забываю рисовать какие нибудь незаметные детали на них. Урааа скоро лето❤❤❤
This is a fic inspired on something amazing drawn by @spookygiggles! If you haven't seen it yet, you absolutely should!!
(I'm relatively new to this game so characters may be ooc and there may be some inaccuracies. If there are any issues, let me know!)
Ler: Harlequin
Lee: Pierrot
No summary on this one. If you want one, look at the art >:3
It's no secret that Pierrot and Harlequin don't always get along. Whether it would be Harlequin teasing his quiet victim in public or the back and forth they have in private, away from the watchful eyes of their audience. There was also the times things got physical. Being stronger, Pierrot often resorted to such methods which in his opinion was very much deserved.
But this time, things went differently.
The circus was closed and the visitors left. Pierrot was in his own tent, thinking fondly of the time he spent with MC. They were all he could think about nowadays. From his... observations that day or thinking about what could happen tomorrow. If only Harlequin would stop getting in the way like the annoying-
"Hello~? Is anyone home?" Asked an unfortunately familiar voice.
Speak of the devil.
Pierrot swallowed the groan he wanted to let out and decided to just ignore him. He had his throwing knives on him, but he didn't want to get in trouble for causing a ruckus. Again.
A sly smirk appeared on the pest's face, seemingly enjoying this. "Aw, don't ignore me. That's just rude." Judging by the tone of his voice, he was here with a purpose. Some way of getting on Pierrot's nerves and his face on his fist.
He knew deep down that ignoring him wouldn't make him go away, but it was worth the few more seconds of peace he would have before the arguing began.
"Go awa-" "Uh uh!" His words were stopped by a finger over his mouth and an obnoxious interruption.
"You're not allowed to talk in front of the audience."
What?
Pierrot was about to ask what he was on about but was interrupted again, but this time, it was with a squeeze to his sides. He jolted to stand up straight and move away, but was stopped by a hand grabbing his arm.
"Get off me." He demanded, going to hit the the hand grabbing him, but he found himself unable to move his hand. He looked down to see a tentacle wrapped around his arm.
"Oh dear! Apologies ladies and gentlemen, it seems like my stage assistant is misbehaving this evening. No matter, the show must go on!" Along with the dramatics, more tentacles wrapped around Pierrot's limbs and pulled his taught, arms over his head. It didn't matter how much he squirmed and faught, he was overwhelmed and had no chance of escape. He was about to curse the other out, before he was interrupted, yet again.
"The louder you are, the worse this will get." To anyone else, that would sound like a malicious threat, but Pierrot knew better. Judging my the playful hint in his tone and the squeezing earlier, he knew exactly what was going on. But this game was new, which made him so much more nervous.
So stay silent, and he wins. Being quiet was a significant part of his act, so this would be easy... Right?
That thought was extinguished the moment he felt hands attacking his sides again. Harlequin moved sporadically, sometimes there would be rapid pokes, gentle squeezes or harsh scribbles. The unpredictability put Pierrot on edge, making his nerves so much more sensitive and vulnerable to this 'performance'.
Despite moving his limbs not being an option, he instinctively still tried. He squirmed and pulled to no avail, desperately trying to escape the 'horrible' sensation.
"D'aww. How entertaining. This must be horrible for you, huh?" Teased the Harlequin, noticing how desperate his lee is. He then addressed his imaginary audience. "The Pierrot seems to be struggling. How long will he hold up?"
He knew it was made up. He knew Harlequin was messing with him. But it worked! The thought of people watching him like this was embarrassing, and being flustered did nothing to help his sensitive nerves.
"What about here?"
Pierrot now had those relentless fingers on his ribs. He jolted again, an involuntary smile appearing on his face. Ignoring teasing coos from the other, he kept trying to ignore the persistent tickles but Harlequin kept making it difficult with his random technique. Well, techniques. He kept switching between kneading, scribbling and pinching.
"My stage assistant seems to be struggling. This show may not last much longer." The narration for this silly game came back, acknowledging Pierrot's struggles, an amused chuckle threatening to make things worse.
Which was followed up on.
“Mmphff—!”
"Oh? What was that?"
Claws had found themselves in his armpits, raking over them painfully gently. He couldn't hide the suprised noise that came out of his mouth.
"Hmm. I guess it was nothing." That should have been relieving, considered a mercy for being lenient, but they both know it wasn't. They have had plenty of tickle fights (without Harlequin cheating), to know that the noise was a laugh. In Pierrot's case anyway. He had a quiet laugh, at least until he was wrecked. So if anything, this torture was just being prolonged.
When he gets out of this-
"GHK—! Hhhaaah—!" Another noise was caused by scribbling in the center of his hollows. The dam had broken, he couldn't hold his noises in anymore. But Harlequin continued to ignore him.
"Perhaps I was wrong. Maybe my lovely assistant is much stronger than we thought. Good for him, it would've been embarrassing to break so soon." Pierrot tried to glare at him, but it quickly dissolved as he forced his eyes shut. The commentary and the mocking grin on the other's face were making him much too flustered, making his poor nerves much more susceptible to the tickles.
"Khhhh~! Mphehe!" He eventually went slack in his bonds. The fruitless, excessive squirming and overwhelming tickles had left him without the energy to keep fighting. It was even a decision on his part to just let Harlequin play his game until he finished, but it was made nonetheless.
This didn't go unnoticed by Harlequin, who's grin got impossibly wider. He continued his scribbling until Pierrot was nothing but a red face and quiet, strained attempts at laughs. It was then he decided for the grand finale.
He kept one hand tickling Pierrot's armpit, but slowly moved the other one down. The lee's eyes were shut, so he didn't notice the claws hover over his tummy. His ticklish, defenceless tummy.
And it was too late when they finally descended. He almost shrieked when claws skittered over his stomach.
“GHK—! “Nohohoho…eheHEHAHA!" His weak spot (one of them anyway (｡- .•)), was attacked and that led to his loss.
"Oh no! My dear audience, it seems like my assistant has lost! It seems like a punishment is in order." Without giving the giggling Pierrot time to register what will happen, the punishment begain. The skittering was mixed with pinches, pokes and fake outs. His giggles turned to hysterics almost instantly.
“GaHAHA! YOHOU-! NAHAHA!"
"I wonder how MC would react to this little secret." That was a horribly fluttering thought which he didn't have time to dwell on as the tickles got quicker, dissolving any thought he had in his mind.
