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[hanafubukki]

“You are not worthy.”

Time froze.

The Queen of Briar Valley looked down at you.

You thanked the Great Seven for Malleus not being there with you.

Maybe it was precisely for that reason why the Queen spoke to you in such a way.

From the corner of your eye, Sebek flinched. Uncertain what to do.

You motioned him not to interfere from behind.

You didn’t want him in trouble.

This is your battle.

“I might not be worthy but I love him.”

“Love?” She glowers, “Do you think that will be enough?”

You held your ground; staring into eyes of ancient times and fire.

“Yes.”

“How foolish,” she tilted her head disdainfully.

You turned yours up in pride, “It may seem foolish to you, but it is love that bore and hatched him. It is love that saved lives.”

You straightened, regal in your manner, “He chose me. It will always be enough. Nothing else will ever matter.”

She should know that too, if she hadn’t forsaken it herself so many centuries ago.

But this, you dare not say to her face.

Maleficia turns to leave, “We will see how long this folly lasts.”

Folly to her eyes and many else, but to you and Malleus, it was more than that.

It was a choice made through tears, talks, comfort, and affection.

It wouldn’t be easy.

But you would walk this path with him.

Eternally.

[sid0h]

Brutally Honest S/O

The freak(y) circus with a brutally honest s/o :33

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Pierrot

-Well uhm, he loves you since you somehow caught his attention by helping him up one day so I think he'd like your personallity because of how 'bold' you can be

-You know that one customer in the game that's kinda like a karen, well when she came in with her mess of an attitude, of course being the person you are decided to speak up towards her

"Lazy folks these days... making me late for work." She scoffs at you,

"If you're so late then get out, we do NOT want you here."

-And he just watches you, in awe, staying longer than he should've just to watch the interaction, with his signature grin.

-Also if you're talking about his appearance it may go a little something like this..

" So likee.. are your teeth real?? " You reach up, cupping his chin slightly, probably overstepping some sort of boundry but Pierrot is Pierrot, he is overjoyed that you even touched him lowkey.

-So well he just admires it, not necissarily dodging your question, just admiring.

" My dear, you make my heart race, so much it burns. "

" Uhh.. cool it down..? "

-It's okay, he loves you anyway.

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Harelquin

-Well. You have some nerve, he's kinda the same, overstepping boundries I mean

-When he tried to give you his ticket on the streets, your response was... interesting..

" Dude.. I already got like two tickets... pink and then another clown gave me a red one, a ticket is a ticket, damn. "

-Andd Pierrot showed up, and you just walked away.

-Well you somehow ended up at his tent to which, he was trying to give you a candy apple, how nice

" Is this cyanide poisoning? " You asked plainly

-He finds your response interesting, only slightly taken aback

" I don't poison what I find fun in, ma'am. " He smirks. And cue the dagger slicing into the candy apple...

-And your 'touching' questions...

-After you went back home after him and you in the darkness of the tent,

" So like.. where do the little 'ropes' of yours even come from, " You go behind him, feeling at his back which may seem a little creepy.. " Are they here?? "

" Ah, ah, ah, my dangerous dear, you don't know what you're getting into now do you? " He grabs your hand, not tightly, just comanding.

" Uhm no? "

-He likes the fire in you, and to break it down, if you know what I mean

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Ticket Taker

-Well, he thinks your similar to Harlequin, just less annoying energy, yknow?

-I like to think of him as someone who would try to keep you in line, well that's what he does with everyone in the circus since he's basically the father( and Jester is the mother...)

-So, you went to his tent, and oh BOY did you have things to say

" Don't let your eyes decieve you, dear guest. "

" No, the voices in my head are the only things that decieve me. "

-You swear you saw his white pupil pierce through you, is that a good thing??

-What's even worse was when you chose to disobey him..

-And well you turned around, yknow when uhm.. he told you not to...

-Andd you couldn't move, " I despise the disobedient. You're lucky I can't hurt you. "

" Shiver me timbers, i'm shaking in my boots. " You lied, he could feel you actually shaking.

-Well, after considering the fact that he was in the shop and he looks the way he is here... you wondered what he'd look like without his hat with how he looks now

" What's with the hiding under the hat?? " You tried tapping his top hat, however, his hand grabbed yours before you could try.

" I'd wish you wouldn't try that, dear guest. Don't do it. I am only repremanding them. " He meant for a certain someone lurking near the both of you

" Dang did my schizophrenia get to you too? "

-He'd just pause, looking at you like an annoyed parent.

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Jester

-Well, there is a reason they call him 'mommy'

-Kind of like Ticket Taker, you're another person in the circus he has to take care of

" Just what did that Pierrot drag here now? "

" He didn't drag me, I kinda came here myself but okay. "

" Such sharpness, but i'm afraid that tongue won't do you good here, pet. "

" I beg your finest pardon..? "

-Yea... I wouldn't put it past him to try and put you in your place, he's only lenient as of now just because of Pierrot..

-Anyway, you decided to ask about his hair, God knows why

" Is your hair real by chance? " You glance at his purple hair.

" It is. " He answers wearly.

" And the horns??- " You try reaching up to touch them, curiosity getting the better of you

-Butttt, just like ticket taker, he's a dodger..

" Mh, such persistance, I recomend you watch where you place your hands, pet.. " he states as your hand becomes a hostage of his.

" Dang man, just a question.. "

-Just watch yourself, Pierrot is usually always watching but, you never know when he might get the chance to put you in your place if he so wanted to.

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Doctor

-Honestly, he'd find you quite interesting

-When you found yourself in his tent after having quite the chat with the fools about the agreement document, he noticed he didn't see much fear as most patients

-Well, that is until he brought out his big ass needle...

" Do NOT put that thing in me, I don't know what type of disinfecting material you use to clean that but I'm guessing absolutely NO disinfecting has been done to that needle "

" Such denial, it's making me more intruiged sweetie... "

-And the look you gave this man after he said that...

-Well cue the screaming, of course Pierrot came to your rescue, it wasn't necissarily scared screams, (well kinda) more of just yelling

-But anyway say you do know him a little better

" What's with the bird mask, the black plague don't exist anymore bud, " You ask, tapping the bird mask three times before he spoke up

" The mask is to keep you from running away from what is under here, sweetie. "

" How the hell can you say such psychotic things and then flirt with me by name calling?? "

-But yea, he usually sticks around, entranced by your bold personality, truely something he hasn't seem before in a human.

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Lowkey didn't look through this and if there are any typing errors, you'll have to wait for them to be fixed because im lazy and tired.

my most sincerest regards

SHOULD I MAKE A FREAKY(ER) VERSION????

[xu-ren]

You were humming tonelessly as you set out your nail polish, your brushes and other tools and your UV nail lamp that Sylus bought for you. Your toneless humming was the only sound in the meeting room filled with the gang leaders that roamed the N109 Zone, had been the only sound since you had pranced into the meeting while wheeling in your nail kit.

The men looked at each other nervously as Sylus steadfastly does not acknowledge you. Instead, he raised an eyebrow towards the men as if questioning why they had even paused the quarterly meeting to start with.

You giggled excitedly as you plopped yourself into Sylus' lap like it was your god given chair, comparing different bottles of gel polish against his hand, chewing on your lip as if it was the most pressing matter on hand, never mind the decisions that could destroy the lives of thousands made on the same table.

Sylus finally finally acknowledged you when he gently extracted his hand and smoothed your lip, his way of telling you not to chew on your lip and cause yourself harm. In the same movement he tilted his head as casually as a predator and the men scrambled to continue the meeting, once again filling the meeting room with voices.

Sylus only half listened to the meeting as he looked down on you as you painted his nails, finding your concentration utterly adorable. There were no conversations between the two of you beyond your humming but you knew that Sylus was paying attention by the way his arm tighten around your waist and the way his evol caught the gel polish you 'accidentally' knocked off the table before you even 'noticed'.

Your nails dugged into the back of his hand in warning when he attempted to move it while you were attempting to paint Mephisto on his thumb and he sighed, powerless against you and your wiles but he doesn't attempt to move his hands again.

You carefully painted all of his nails, shinning the UV light to them to cure them before announcing brightly that you were done, moving his hand up and down to admire your work.

"Out, all of you," Sylus' voice rang across the meeting room curtly, not needing to raise his voice to cut through all of the discussions. A man opened his mouth as if to object, but his neighbour hastily elbowed him, shaking his head desperately. They may be some of the most powerful men in the N109 Zone, but you were the most powerful woman in the N109 Zone and what you say goes. The men quickly filed out of the meeting room, nearly pushing each other out in their haste before Sylus could decide that his patience had ran thin.

Only when the heavy door closed behind the stranglers does Sylus move, picking you up from his lap in an effortless show of strength before dropping you on the table. "What am I to do with you, kitten?" He asked amusely, tilting your head so that your eyes meet his.

"Take a nap with me?" You asked guilelessly, batting your eyelashes as if it would help your case. It does. Sylus only sighs, closing the distance until your faces are barely an inch apart before he murmured, "such a spoiled kitten", dropping his head to nuzzle against your neck and you know that you have won.

You threw your arms around his neck as he once again effortless lift you in his arms, making for the door and your shared bedroom.

[taisha-san]

🍎❄️💢

[morning-star-venus-kin]

I've Already Got Your Heart (Pierrot x Reader)

Summary: Life has been nothing but monotonous in your view. So what better thing but a new travelling circus in town. Though you've never been interested with such things, it seemed like you had a certain member of the circus wrapped around your fingers, perhaps they had done the same to you... Note: this contains talk of blood and some unhinge content, not too much though. Also emotional and physical abuse is mentioned. Thinking of this as a one-shot but if you guys want a second part on this you can say that and I MIGHT try to make one. This thing has not been proofread btw, also English isn't my first language so don't expect much 😞

Word count: 5,462

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Tears.

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‎Your face was full of tears, while snot dripped down from your nose.

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You sniffled instinctively.

‎Disgusting.

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‎You could feel your nose clogging up and your eyes sting and puff. Yelling and screaming was all you could hear. They were at it again.

‎Not a day passes without them fighting, like no one but them was in the house.

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‎"Look at me, don't listen to what your dad says. You know how he is honey, when we're not here at home your dad hits me. He's always drinking out with his friends."

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‎Your mom's voice shook with hatred, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly. Trying to make you understand.

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‎"Oh come on. What are you telling the kids now? Are you lying again? Trying to butter them up to be on your side?"

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‎Your dad's gruff voice alerted your mom. His voice was rising in volume.

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‎"I do nothing but tell the truth! Your kids know the truth! Do you really think you can hide it forever? That you had another kid?"

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‎"And how would you know it's mine? That was a one time thing years ago!"

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‎'I already saw him dad, he looks exactly like big brother.'

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‎"Yeah! Two years after I gave birth to our first kid!"

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‎I was cursed to live.

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‎To endure every secret.

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‎This family can never be at peace.

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‎Never.

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The alarm on your phone blared throughout the room; your eyes shot up wide open in fear, not a single light shone from your window. All you could feel was the cool wind blowing, the sky still dark and adorned with stars. You lay there for a few minutes, your mind engrossed with the dream you had.

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‎You put your hand up to your face as you stare at it in silence —a sharp pain stung your throat. Trying to avoid what happened; you stood up, slowly walking as the floor creaked beneath the weight of your steps.

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‎You opened the balcony door —leaning your upper body on the railings.

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‎Tap.

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‎Tap.

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‎Tap.

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Your fingers tapped on the metal handrails, the gentle sound calming you down eventually.

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Remembering to snap out, you walked back into your room and closed the balcony door. Switching the lights on as you scratched your head in deep thought.

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‎'What was I supposed to do again?'

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‎You touched the screen of your phone twice before it lit up to show the time.

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‎'5:15 AM.'

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‎It flashed brightly into your eyes, prompting you to put it down on your desk as you rummage through your closet. After finding a white blouse and pants to pair, you hang it near the table.

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‎You walk towards the bathroom, the pristine white tiles cold to the touch. Turning the faucet of the shower head, you reached your hand out and hissed at the sharp sting of the freezing water before turning the faucet to the left for it to warm up.

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‎You reached your hand out again; this time, it left you with a sense of comfort. Satisfied, you undress and fold your clothes neatly before stepping in.

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‎The warmth of the water eased your stiff body, causing you to lean your head against the wall. You closed your eyes in pleasure, each drop touched your skin with bliss. After minutes of contemplation, you washed yourself diligently, the smell of soap hitting your senses.

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‎Turning the faucet off, you stepped out —your foot slipping lightly, causing you to grip the sink. You let out a sigh of relief before taking your towel and wiping yourself.

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‎The sight of the time on your phone caused your eyes to widen in shock. Looks like you took too long thinking inside the bathroom. You hurry yourself up as you put on your clothes and shove your things in your bag, but not going out before putting on your headphones.

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‎The click of the door locking echoed clearly, making you step away from your room and begin walking. The streets were full of flyers that you paid no mind to, while the buildings showed signs of wear.

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‎Dull.

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‎That was the word circulating in your mind. Everything and everyone was dull. You moved here thinking things would change, but of course, nothing did. It was all the same. You just went on and accepted it, nothing that you can really do now to spark something inside you.

Nothing.

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The sound of the bell caught a man's gaze —your boss, who greeted you with a calm demeanor. He was thanking you for taking your time to come in earlier today after Carol —one of your coworkers—hasn’t been replying to him since yesterday night.

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You waved your hand dismissively, telling him that there was no need to do so.

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‎And so you went to work.

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‎The sound of the coffee dripping, the soft giggles of customers, and the ambient music residing in the cafe as the bell rang at the door complemented everything. A sigh left your lips, eyes lidded in boredom as you typed in an order. You've been here for five hours and a half.

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‎'Same thing every single day, nothing more and nothing less.' You went on to serve each customer’s orders.

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‎'Why did I get here earlier than normal again? Sudden urge to be less lazier? Oh yeah that was... really dumb.' You looked around; seemingly the cafe wasn't so crowded today from what you observed before. The clock on the wall ticked and ticked. Its constant ticking a reminder of your current predicament. Boredom.

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‎'One, and two, and three... There's three people wearing the same coat.'

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‎Your mind did whatever it could, counting similarities and trying to listen to what the customers talked about. One in particular gave an opening for your ears.

“You seriously think that’s the reason? Sounds like people are covering it up or something.” A customer wearing a red scarf scoffed out.

“I swear it’s the truth. I mean it is kind of suspicious that people are going missing ever since they got here but like have you seen them? I came across one of the workers there, he had this green outfit —called himself harlequin. I’m telling you right now he is hot.” The other person sitting in front of them squealed.

“Just cause he was hot he’s out of the radar?” she shook her head in disbelief at her friend’s logic.

“Oh he was charming, gave me a flyer and said he’d be happy to see me when he performs. By the way, I have great luck cause look what I got for free.” She searched inside her bag before pulling out a pink ticket.

“A ticket for the circus?” Her friend asked in confusion.

“Yeah! Can you believe it? That same day a man chatted with me —just small talk—and he asked if I was interested in the circus. Of course I said yes and he gave me this. Told me to use it since he was leaving town soon.”

“Well clearly not busy enough to not talk to some stranger.” She sneered.

“Oh come on, I’ll be back tomorrow like always. I am definitely gonna tell you everything that will happen. I cannot wait to see him again!” She giggled, making her friend sigh.

‘Right. Missing people. It has been circulating that the new circus in town was the cause for that. No evidence yet though, so I can't say anything remotely important about it but it being suspicious.’ Your mind thought, trying to connect things with what you got from their talk.

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‎Unexpectedly, a figure walked past, your eyes slightly lit up with a hint of urgency and eagerness evident. You knew exactly what you needed right now, and you're not going till you ask for it. None of the other conversations here were interesting enough to pick up after all.

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"Boss, can I get a quick break outside? You know... Just wanted some fresh air." Your voice reached out to him.

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‎He looked back —surprised at your request and deep in thought—before nodding at you in approval.

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‎"Sure, it's not often you ask for that and you've been here real early anyways. Suit yourself kid."

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‎You watched him walk away, impressed that it only took that much effort.

‘Well that’s good for me.’

Humming —you took off your apron—putting it down behind the counter. The soles of your shoes tapped against the wooden floor; you opened the door, and the cold breeze instantly hit.

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‎"I should have probably gotten my jacket from the back... well, I won't be going back inside now." You shivered, folding your arms to keep some warmth. Your attention was quickly caught by the cafe's windows, multiple flyers of the same circus attached to it.

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‎'These are probably those flyers from before that are all over the town...'

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‎"The freak circus of horrors... Performance time starts at 7PM, suggested entering 5 minutes in advance. Sounds interesting... The ticket probably cost a lot though. Wonder how that guy just gave it away so easily." You muttered to yourself.

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‎The sudden sound of yelling took your attention away from the flyer, your ears twitched, and your eyes tried to find the cause of the noise. The voice seemed agitated, a great contrast to the current weather. Your head moved with your body —left, then up front, then right, and lastly...

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‎There.

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‎Behind.

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‎They were too far away for your eyes to see clearly, causing your eyebrows to furrow in irritation. A man clad in a red, clownish outfit lay defenseless on the floor, while another man yelled at him, his anger clearly visible. The others watched within the background, some nodding in agreement from what the man yelled.

‘Based on what’s going on, the man attacked first —physically even—seeing as the clown is literally on the ground. This is seriously annoying and disrespectful.' You watched the scene unfold, the man was relentless at throwing insults and accusations.

‘This is about what those customers talked about right? The missing people. So he’s blaming them right away for it. Does he not realize he can get sued for this? I get trying to make sense as to why someone you know is missing, but he clearly isn’t thinking straight right now.’

Abruptly, the man slapped him again. Your eyes widened, confused as to why not even a single person was trying to stop the argument. They all just stared, like you.

‘Oh. I’m doing the same thing as them.’ You realized.

You looked back at the man, and then at the clown, before shaking your head.

‘I can’t even hear a single sound from him. Not of pain or protest to stop. It’s kind of unnerving, he’s just taking it in. This is honestly making my head hurt. Maybe just this once I’ll push my fear away.’ ‎You took long strides, your gaze focused solely on the aggravated man. And when his hand went up once again —you caught his wrist in a tight grip. You glared at him with disdain. The panic you once felt was completely overridden with loathing.

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‎"What the hell do you think you're doing? Out in public too? Do you have no shame?" You spit out those questions. Your grip tightening so as to not let him go.

“Who do you think you are huh? Tryna save this fucking clown? People are going missing because of these circus freaks!” The man yelled back at you, pulling his hand away from your grip which caused your stance to slightly sway.

“You’re only making everything worse! Installing fear into people that they’re up to some shady shit!” You replied back with frustration.

“Cause they are up to some shady shit! Don't fucking deny that these asshats aren’t up to something! Ever since they got here, people went missing! And they’ve only been here for three fucking days!” The man reasoned out.

The people grimace at the display.

And yet.

Amidst the back and forth yelling of you two, the person you were defending lay still. His amber eyes burning your back with how intense his stare is. Almost predatory, but engrained with surrenderance.

Like a dog on a leash.

The sting on his face couldn't compare to what he felt deep in his body; it was almost like he had a reaction from seeing you intervene. Like he hasn't eaten for days and suddenly gets a sight of his favorite meal. Something he can never grow tired of, something he would choose no matter what. Always coming back for more and more —relentless in nature.

This was…

Different.

Different in a way that it made his heart flutter, different in a way that makes his surroundings blur and all he can see is…

You.

You are all what matters starting from now.

Jester was wrong, so wrong.

Not all humans are cruel and vain. Not when their love exists. Kind and gentle, no one could ever come close to you. You are beauty personified. He will worship every step you take. All he has ever known up till now is gone, replaced only by you —the only good thing in his life.

No.

You are his life.

And he will make sure you know that, make sure you feel it.

He needs to learn everything about you.

Your dislikes, your favorites, your routine.

Every. Single. Thing.

Enough to make people’s heads turn.

Enough to make you feel the ache of his heart.

Enough to never make you doubt his love for you.

If that man even dares to lay a hand on you, he’ll never see another day in his life.

He can feel his whole body burning up from his thoughts.

Please let him touch you.

Let him.

Let him.

Let him.

Let him.

Let him.

Let him.

Let him.

Let him—

“Do whatever you want! Next time, I’ll see you on the news too! Gone like them!” The man in front of you scoffed before walking away. His steps heavy on the streets. The people murmuring went on about their day, acting like nothing was out of order just moments ago.

‘I was supposed to be on break, not get stressed out and almost get punched by someone.’ You sighed deeply, biting your lower lip to calm down.

Remembering why you were in this predicament in the first place, you looked back at the clown on the ground. Though now that you can see him from up close, he looked more like a jester. His hair was white —a middle part with two long tufts of hair frame his face. He adorned a mask designed with a stripe on each eye but the other had a tear on the cheek. His jester hat was big, colored with black, red, and yellow like the rest of his outfit.

‘He looks… Harmless.’

You take back your words when your eyes suddenly widen as he stands up.

He was tall, huge even. He towered over you with no problem.

You stared for a few seconds before snapping out of trance.

“You okay? Good thing that guy went away after I threatened him with the police. People just take things too far sometimes. Don’t mind them too much.”

He nods at you.

‘So silent.’

“You uh… You seem hurt. Here, is not much but is all I have right now.” You grabbed the pink bandage from your pocket.

You hand it to him, his long and sharp nails startle you a little as you stare. Intrigued. He looked at you, smiling as he tilted his head to the side. Accepting the bandage with unexpected gentleness. You can feel his eyes boring into you, waiting for your next words.

So you break the silence.

“I gotta go, can’t stay that longer here since I was just supposed to be on a break. I have to go back for my shift now. Stay safe.” You waved at him goodbye before walking away.

You took fast steps —huffing in turn—you quickly slowed down as you walked back to the cafe. Your boss came into view, hurrying you up because of a sudden surge of customers. And so you tied your apron, handing out the orders that were finally made.

“Here’s your espresso and macchiato. Can I get anything else for you two?” You carefully placed their drinks onto the table.

“Thanks, I was dying for some coffee.” a woman with blonde hair said as she took a sip.

“Did you see those flyers for the circus?” A man with long hair asked the woman.

“Yeah, weird, right? It’s been ages since a traveling circus came to town.”

‘Ah, so they’re also talking about the circus. I guess it will be the talk for the week.’

“And the clowns are so creepy…” The man added.

“Probably good for their marketing though…” She trailed off, remembering you were still there as she felt your presence.

“Oh, sorry! Yeah, we’re all set, we don’t need anything else right now.”

You nodded back at them. Walking back to the counter to take the other drinks.

“What’s up with that server… It’s like they burned holes on our heads from how they stared at us.”

You made your way to the next table, drink on the tray.

“Here you go, your hot chocolate.”

“Thanks! I’ve really been craving something warm with this chilly weather.” The customer enthusiastically replied.

“It got cold all of a sudden, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, the weather’s all over the place. You leave the house with a jacket and an umbrella, and you still end up sweating by the end of the day, haha.” They laughed softly at the end.

“That’s true. If you need anything else, just let me know, okay?”

“Perfect!” They nodded at you.

You went back to the counter once more, though this time you hissed once you grabbed the cup.

‘Fuck! This coffee’s hot. Who can even drink something as hot as this.’

You walked to the other table, trying not to burn your fingertips as you gave them their order.

“A coffee with cheese bread, and a cappuccino with a brownie, right?”

“That’s right, thanks!” The guy with glasses thanked you.

“Hey barista, did you see the news?” The other man asked.

Curious, you raised your eyebrow before replying back. “Not yet today, did something happen?”

“They’re still talking about the one who disappeared.”

You knew this, you heard it from one of the customers. “Wasn’t that the one who ran off with a lover or something?”

“No one really knows for sure.” The guy with glasses interjects.

“I just wanted to say… Be careful if you’re leaving late, okay? This place closes quite late, so… Stay alert, alright?”

“Will do. Thanks for the heads-up! And enjoy your coffee!” You gave a small wave at them before sighing when you were out of view.

‘Maybe I should start keeping an eye on the news sometimes.’

Your boss once again appears in front of you, his face full of annoyance.

“I’m sick of ripping those flyers off my window, don’t let anyone hand them out here. And when you have a minute, go around and pick up the ones scattered around.”

“Got it. Though, don’t you think some people are being kind of rude to the circus folks?’ You asked.

“The way they act freaks people out. Best to keep them away, bad for business.”

‘So that’s his thoughts on them…’

After waiting for the customers to move along, you take the flyers they left on the tables. The bell on the door rings as another customer walks in.

“I’d like a strong, hot coffee”

The voice of the customer made you look back at them.

“I’ll bring it right away.”

As a few minutes pass, you finally bring out the freshly made coffee drink to his table.

“Here’s your coffee”

“Thanks. It’s really cold outside. What’s with those flyers?” He asked.

“Someone was handing them out. I had to pick them all up.”

“How rude to do that in a place of business, right?” He commented

‘I guess it is, if all it leaves is just a mess.’ You thought.

“Yeah, it just creates more work for everyone.”

“If you want, I can take them for you. I’ll toss them out when I leave no big deal. I was gathering some paper for recycling anyway.” He offered to you, his hand reaching out.

‘Charity work? Well that saves me time’

“In that case, that’s better than just throwing them away, thanks.”

“No problem dear”

“Do you need anythi—”

“Do you like the circus?” He interrupted you.

‘Okay, rude to just cut in while I was talking but sure.’

“I think I’m too old for that now”

“Nonsense. This circus isn’t for kids, they’ve got some pretty creepy stuff.”

“So you’ve been to the circus?” You tilt your head.

‘I think something is wrong with this dude. Yeah.’

“Are you even listening?” His voice cut your thoughts.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Haha, thought so. Anyway, here take this. Go on, check it out, and then try telling me it didn’t give you chills.” He hands you a pink ticket.

‘Hm? So he does have a ticket. It’s the same one I saw this morning.’

“I can’t accept something like this. Must have been expensive.”

“Don’t worry, I already went. I was thinking of going again, but I’ll be leaving town soon.”

His last words made your eyebrows furrow.

‘What did he say? Leaving town soon… That’s the same thing that the man said from the customer’s story. Gave her a pink ticket too… These things aren’t something you can just haul and give away for free. Something’s up with him.’

You take the ticket from his hand hesitantly, eyes scanning everything about him. Anything that seemed… Off.

“Thanks, I’ll go one day when I can.”

“I’ll be glad to know someone used my ticket. Thanks for your time, I'll let you go back to work.”

You hummed as a reply, going back to what you needed to do for the day. Time went on as customers flock in and out. The sky was darkening already, the sunset visible from the windows.

“As soon as the last customer leaves, close everything up and clean the place. We’re closing early today.” Your boss said.

“Something happened?” You asked, confused.

“I have an unexpected appointment. And since you’re working alone today, I’d rather you didn’t leave too late. I’ve gotta go now, can you take care of everything?”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem.” You let out a confident huff.

“Call me if anything comes up.”

“Will keep in mind.”

‘Guess I’m going home earlier today. Wonder what happened to Carol.’

“Hi, here’s the payment. I’m heading out. Have a good night!” The last customer bowed, walking away.

‘Just gotta clean the tables now’

The sound of bells jingling caught your attention.

“We’re closed… Huh, no one’s here.” You looked around the cafe, trying to find the origin of the noise.

The lights suddenly turn off, creeping you out down to the core.

‘What. The. Fuck. Did someone actually get inside?’

“Boss you there?”

No one replied back to your question. Your senses heightened and freaked out.

‘I’m fucked. I gotta calm down. The lights just behind the counter. Don’t overthink it.’

‘Oh but fucking hell I feel like someone’s watching me. It feels familiar’

You quickly ran behind the counter, opening the panel to see that the fault lies with the breaker. Acting quickly, you reset it. The lights then turn back on, you sigh in relief.

‘Yeah, was overthinking it.’

Another bell sound echoed inside the cafe.

‘I should have locked the door first.’

You turn around, ready to shoo off the person.

“Sorry, we’re closed— Holy shit! You’re the guy from before...”

He stepped closer —blood dripping down on his mask from his head—alarming you greatly.

“You’re bleeding!” You walk out of the counter, looking up at him in worry.

He bent down towards you, a wide smile on his face despite the obvious act of violence on his head. He offered a flower, red and bright just like his clothes. You only noticed now the bandage you gave was placed on his… Mask?

“Oh… Thanks. That’s honestly nice.” You took the flower, twirling it with your hand.

“Is it because of the bandage?”

He nods at your question.

‘This is really beautiful for a paper flower, it’s painted too so he put some extra effort in this. It’s still a little wet.’ You observed from how the petals glisten.

“Still quiet as ever huh? Why don’t you sit there near the counter, I’ll help you with your wound.”

He seemed to react with great enthusiasm, the bells on his hat jingle at your command. He sat idly, his arms propped up on the counter while his head rested on his hands.

‘He’s really obedient…’ You wipe the blood off his mask with a paper towel.

‘Eh, is it really a mask or just a ton of makeup? Either way it’s cool.’

“So… You don’t talk… or is it part of the act?”

He glanced around once he heard your question, before stepping in a little closer to your face.

“I can’t be seen talking.” He finally replied. His voice was smooth and deep, you could even say it was soothing. It didn’t have any notes of a flirty tone, more of a calm and breathy one.

“So it is part of the act. Good to know.”

“Yes my dear. I sincerely appreciate all your help.”

‘Talk about being a gentleman…’

“I’m the Pierrot, nice to meet you!” He introduces himself.

“Right, nice to meet you too. I’m… well…” Instead of saying your name right away, you point at the tag on your chest. Now, finally saying your name out loud for him to hear.

“I know.”

‘Did he say something? Probably muttered it…’

“A Pierrot though? You don’t really look the part.”

“Indeed, you are right my dear. We were required to… Modernize my attire. But, my role remains unchanged.”

‘I guess that makes sense, white gets easily stained.’

“People have been real rough with you guys.”

He tilts his head to the side, “I supposed we may appear a touch… Uncanny. That tends to unsettle people.”

“Do the Pierrots out on the street with flyers perform too?”

“Indeed. The circus has but a small cast, we both perform and hand out flyers. Though I must say, I am the only Pierrot, my dear. The others are Jesters and… Harlequins…” He said the last word full of disgust, rolling his eyes lightly.

‘Looks like they don’t get along, based from what I know the Harlequin one sounds flirtatious. Him on the other hand acts more… polite.’

“That’s cool! So, is there anyone who’s also quiet like you?”

“I am the only one who remains silent. Though I do make an exception when it is just the two of us.” He smiled brightly at you.

‘Ah, so I’m special? You’re not even really trying to hide it now, are you?’

“Your secret is safe with me then.” You let out a soft giggle. Noticing the bandage is falling off, you put up your hand towards him.

“The bandage’s falling off. Let me take it off for you.” You delicately peel off the bandage, tossing it in the trashcan beside you.

He smiled softly at your act, “Thank you my dear. And I’ve brought you another small token of appreciation.” He pulled out a red ticket. It looked exactly the same as the pink one except for the color of course.

“That’s nice, but I already have one.”

His composure turned serious, “You… Obtained a ticket? May I see it, my dear?”

“Sure, here you go.” You took out the pink ticket that was handed to you hours ago.

His demeanor changed drastically —a looming shadow shrouded his face—and his smile turned tight. He took the ticket from your hands and held it up in front of you. One hand held the ticket while the other swiped over it. The color changed into the same red ticket he had shown you moments ago.

You let out a playful scoff from surprise, “Cool trick… but why change it?”

He hands you the ticket before answering, “That ticket was incorrect. You wouldn’t have been allowed in with it. Please, take mine instead.”

‘Knew that guy was suspicious. Sorry for that girl then. Guess you ain’t seeing your guy.’

“So it was a fake?”

“Indeed, counterfeit. Do not accept tickets from strangers, my dear. I would not want you to encounter trouble at the entrance.”

‘Well I really only accepted cause it seemed interesting. That guy is definitely shady then.’

“I assure you, my dear. I’ll make you smile during my performance.”

“Can’t wait to see that then, and uh… I hate to say this. But my boss told me to close up, we can’t stay here for far too long.”

“I completely understand. I had hoped to arrive earlier but I did not wish to cause you any distress, my dear.”

‘Right, people were talking about how creeped out they were by the circus.’

“That’s honestly alright, you wouldn’t have been able to talk to me like this if we were surrounded by the customers.”

He tilts his head once more, his smile brighter and ecstatic, “That’s true.” He said in a melodious tone.

“Have a good night, my dear.”

“Good night to you too…” You wave at him.

‘Guess I’ll be going home now.’

You walked down the dim streets. The breeze is colder than ever, and the lights of the lamppost flickered. You lower your head towards your scarf, trying to hide the grin emerging from your face. You didn’t even realize that you were now standing in front of the apartment —not until you hit your head on a bench nearby.

You take out your key to open the door, and then it clicked, a sign of your success. You immediately lay down on your bed, arm tossed onto your eyes. Your bag discarded onto the floor.

“Hah…”

You let out a broken giggle.

“He’s cute… so fucking cute. The way he looks at me. It was so obvious.” You let out more breathy giggles, it was soft at first but seemingly turning to a more unapproachable sound as you let out more. You bite your nail in thought, eyebrows furrowing in delight.

A wide grin was visible on your lips, face flushed.

‘He’s weird, but interesting. I would have just eaten him up then and there. Oh, I wonder what his blood tastes like. I should have kept that paper towel to myself. Then I could have sniffed it and licked the blood off it. It looked so good… I wonder what he looks like behind that mask. His hair looked so soft, I wish I could have touched it too. And even with how tall he was, he treated me carefully. Like he could break me.’

He should break me.

‘My darling, my adorable boy. I’ll make you mine. I know you want that. I know you need that. I’m sure after that you’ve been craving me every second now right? You made exceptions for me! I never expected to feel this way. Hah! I didn’t even know I could feel like this. This wasn’t my intention, but this was definitely better.’ You could feel your blood rushing and pumping clearly throughout your body. It felt so warm on this cold night.

‘You stared at me like I was your saviour. Like I changed the course of your life. Like I alone was the only one who could make you feel this way. I’m not making things up. I know that. I’ll have you all for myself. Whether you want to or not.’ You rambled and rambled in your mind, almost forgetting to change your set of clothes.

You came back out of the shower —confused as to why your balcony door was open—though you paid it no mind and closed it anyway. You splat on your bed, bouncing back lightly as you stare at the ceiling. Eyes lidded and calm.

You reach out towards your desk —the red ticket he gave.

You gape at its existence before cracking a mischievous grin and gently kissing the ticket.

“Good night Pierrot.”

[animeomegas]

[SAVANACLAW] When your future children show up all at once (omegaverse)

Based on this post

Perhaps naively, you escaped from Heartslabyul into Savanaclaw, hoping for something a little calmer. At the very least, there were only three of your possible future children in this house, so statistically fewer chances for chaos.

Oh, who were you kidding? Savanaclaw had never been the dorm to escape to for some peace and quiet.

You relied on your tried and true method of hiding around the corner first, just to see how things were before you made yourself known. Normally, any one of the beastmen in this house would have spotted you there immediately, but right now, they were rather preoccupied.

Leona was laying on his back on a couch, using one arm to hold a cushion to his face like he was trying to suffocate himself. All the while, his daughter jumped over him, one foot on either side of his torso. She had one hand on the back of the sofa and the other fisted in a handful of his hair, presumably for balance.

It was incredibly hard to hold your laughter in.

The other four people in the room, two of your potential future mates and their respective children, were together on the floor. Both children were little boys, the older with a pair of hyena ears, and the younger one with a pair of wolf ones. They were playing with some blocks. Jack had his pup in his lap, his tail wagging suspiciously fast behind him, while Ruggie watched from a few paces away, leaning back on his hands. He looked casual at first glance, but there was an intense focus in his eyes as he studied his possible future child.

"Your tail is so small," Jack's son said, peering behind Ruggie's son. His voice was that of wonder, not judgment. The older boy laughed. It was an intimately familiar sound.

"A witch cursed me and stole half of it," he replied with a bold faced lie delivered like an absolute truth. The young boy gasped in horror and Ruggie's son only nodded solemnly. "It happens to everyone who picks flowers on Saturdays. One of my friends even lost one of their ears as well."

The little wolf boy immediately clasped both of his hands to his ears, anxious. He glanced back at Jack with wide eyes and wobbly lips.

"Oma?" he said in a simple request for comfort.

Jack looked helplessly at Ruggie, perhaps hoping that he would tell his child to stop lying and scaring his, but no such luck. Ruggie just grinned back at him innocently. It was the same look his child currently had, and side by side, you were struck by how similar they were.

Jack sighed, and, with flushed cheeks, he ruffled his pup's hair. From your distant position you were just able to pick up his mumbled words.

"I'll... protect you from... witches."

The adoring gaze that he received in return was too much for him and his pink flush progressed to a deep red, but his furiously wagging tail gave his feelings away.

You watched, feeling a strange softness. Who knew that Jack would be such a good oma?

A ferocious snarl cut off your thoughts and every person in the room turned to Leona, the origin of the noise. His daughter, having grown bored of jumping over him had changed tactics to jumping on him instead. She was kneeling on his chest and, even as Leona ripped the cushion off his face with a second snarl, clearly aimed at her, remained there, unbothered.

If anything, she seemed to find his reaction amusing.

"Oma! You're so funny!" she giggled, grabbing a second fistful of his hair.

Leona's growling fell flat as he registered his failure at scaring the small girl on top of him, but picked up again when he heard Ruggie laughing at him.

"You're from the Shaftlands, right?" Ruggie's son asked Jack's, bringing your attention back to those two as Leona chose to try and fall back to sleep while his little girl added more plaits to his hair.

"How did you know?!"

The older boy grinned and gestured at his ears. "Not a lot of wolves in the savannah. You like it there?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! It's the best! There's a park near my house and oma takes me every day. It's so fun! Does your oma take you to the park every day?"

"Nah, my oma's at work in the day. But I go to school then anyway."

"Oh." The little boy tilted his head like he was trying to understand. "Does you appa stay with you then?"

"Nope," Ruggie's son replied, popping the 'p' sound at the end. "They're at work too, I see 'em both when they get home."

The wolf pup bit his lip. "Oh... Why don't they stay with you? Do they not love you?"

You sucked in a sharp breath. You only remained unnoticed because Jack and Ruggie had done the same thing. Jack's pup had spoken with the innocent intentions, just the musings of a younger child who had trouble seeing the world outside of their limited perspective, but Ruggie's son's eyes sharpened, and then, his grin sharpened too. He had taken it personally.

That... couldn't be good.

Vindictively, the older boy's hand shot out and toppled the block house Jack's son had been building.

"Oops," he said, not sounding very sorry.

You winced as Jack's son's lip wobbled ever so slightly. He hadn't been malicious with his question, but while Ruggie's son was older, he wasn't old enough to have the maturity to let things like that slide off his back.

Instead of crying though, Jack's son, in the space between one beat and the next, threw himself at Ruggie with a battle cry. There were several cries of surprise as the younger boy threw a fist at the older one's face. Ruggie's son dodged and pushed him off, but the boy was nothing if not determined, and threw himself at him again.

"You hurt my house!"

"Fight!" Leona's pup crowed, sounding delighted. She tried to get off the couch, probably to try and join in, but Leona scruffed her and pulled her back.

You were just wondering whether you should step in when Ruggie and Jack, broken out of their stupor, each pulled their own offspring back, separating the fight. Jack's son huffed and puffed a few times but neither fought his oma nor cried.

In fact, surprisingly enough, it was Ruggie's pup that burst into tears. He quickly hid his face in his oma's tummy, his shoulders shaking. Ruggie was surprised for a moment before he crouched down to his height, speaking softly.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter? Don't let a pipsqueak like that get under your skin."

Jack growled, an instinctual reaction that seemed to surprise even himself. Ruggie paid it no mind.

"He p-pulled my ears!" Ruggie's son wailed. "It hurt!"

"I did not!"

"Did t-too!"

"Geez, you two, that's enough," Ruggie interjected. His son held up his arms and Ruggie sighed before picking him up.

The boy buried into his oma's shoulder, but as Ruggie turned, he lifted his suspiciously tear-free face back up, making eye contact with Jack's boy and sticking out his tongue.

That little...

You were so begrudging impressed by the cunning that you left the security of your hiding spot. Everyone in the room perked up as you entered.

"'bout time you showed up," Leona grumbled. He looked like he was trying to project something between cocky and lackadaisical, but the effect was greatly diminished by the seven new crooked plaits in his hair. "These brats are as much your problem as ours."

You didn't get a chance to answer him before you were completely swarmed.

Leona's daughter ran up to you first, grabbing your hand and trying to pull you closer to Leona.

"Appa, come look! I made oma all pretty!"

Then Jack's son ran over next, latching onto your jacket and staring up at you.

"Appa, come build a house with me, there's loads of blocks!"

Ruggie's son wiggled out of his oma's arms, having grown bored with his performance, and came over to you as well.

"You from the future said you'd buy me some sweets, and it's not my fault I ended up in the past, so can you get me some, please?"

"Woah, okay," you said, bringing up your free hand in surrender. It did not seem to discourage the children at all. "One- one at a time, please."

The children clamoured over each other, begging for your attention and none of your so called friends helped you at all. You shot each of them a glare. Ruggie only shrugged.

"If you couldn't handle this many then I guess you shouldn't have got around so much, shishishishi."

You shot him a scandalised look.

"I do not 'get around'! They're all from different futures, thank you."

"Aww, promising me you'll be faithful, huh?" he teased, leaning towards you. "Not sure if I believe you looking at the state of the campus right now. I don't want to even know what your child support payments must be."

"Who said they're choosing you in this universe?" Leona sauntered over, but despite his casual movements, his words made everybody tense.

Right... all these kids couldn't exist together. In this world, only one would be real. Well, unless you wanted some very upset and vengeful omegas on your hands, that is.

"Oh? You saying this is your universe, then? I didn't think you even liked yours." Ruggie nodded at the little girl holding your hand and Leona bared his teeth and took a protective step in front of her.

Jack didn't say anything, but the way he looked from his little boy, and then to you, was louder than any words.

There was a strange, territorial energy in the air that made it hard to breathe. You were an idiot to think Savanaclaw would be less stressful than Heartslabyul.

"Well," you started, dropping the girls hand and removing the boy from your clothes, "this is so much fun, but I need to use the bathroom urgently."

With that, you fled the way you came, trying desperately to think about which house would be the least stressful.

"The bathrooms are the other way!"

"I'm sure I'll find a bathroom this way at some point!"

Only when you were back in the hall of mirrors did you stop to catch your breath.

This couldn't be good for your heart.

[story-blurbs]

The Freak Circus x ALT Female Reader

Chapter 4

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 , 5

MDNI 18+

You felt very drowsy, and your body felt heavy. Slowly gaining consciousness, your eyelids blinked the bleariness out. Your vision was still fuzzy as you saw a lot of red, and your head was slightly throbbing. Ugh, you don't feel good. Slowly stirring, you heard the sounds of chains and were more aware of your senses. Something was wrapped around your ankle. But your body feels too heavy to move.

After a few minutes, you were able to raise your arms and rub your eyes. You can finally see your surroundings. Where the hell are you? You don't recognize this room? Panic slowly set in as you tried to think of what happened last night. Recalling your memories, you remember going to the circus, and you hung out with Pierrot. Then something happened after the milk bottle game..... You were carried by Pierrot?

"It feels so unbelievably good to hold you like this. Finally mine." Pierrot claims as his voice edges towards desperation.

"And to leave me here..o..nn...the.....e...d..."

Ugh! Why can't you remember? Everything is so fuzzy, and where the hell are you? Shuffling in the foreign bed as the chain shook, reminding you of your captivity. No NO NO!

Where even are you?!

You're scared. What's happening? Are you going to die? Or are you going to be raped? Your anxiety is pushing through. Think of all the horrible possibilities that can happen to you. Tears started to pour down your face as you struggled to get the chain off. It doesn't budge as you grit your teeth in frustration.

You froze as you heard footsteps approaching. A tall shadow, carrying a tray, approaches your bed, and you stiffen. As the figure approached your bed, you could see the light brighten up his face.

"Pierrot?" You quietly called out. Wiping your tears away as he placed the tray beside you. His eyes were wide, and his usual smile was downturned in concern. His hands slowly crept and gently caressed your face. Wiping your tears.

"T-Thank God it's you." You let out a small hiccup as tears continued to pour, unbidden.

"You're alright, my dear, you're alright. I'm here, my lady." He said softly as he pulled you close to hug you. His long limbs wrapped around your shaky form as he rubbed your back.

"Shh, Shh, you're safe, my lady. You have nothing to fear. You are safe here." His voice was soothing, helping you to calmdown. He was very good at making you feel protected and safe. You leaned naively further into his touch as you closed your eyes. Too out of it to realize that he was the predator that kept you chained here.

What you didn't see is how possessively he was looking down at you. His golden eyes are constantly turning into swirls or hearts. He adored you so much. How sweetly you called out for him in the midst of your panic. Your heartbeat has slowed down from being in his presence. Pierrot felt proud that he could put such a affect on you. You trust him, don't you?

You finally pulled your head back and looked up at him. Something was wrong. His grin was so wide, and his eyes locked in with yours. His eyes peered down at you like a predator. Quickly averting your eyes from him, you looked at his ruffles and not at his hungry gaze.

"I've missed seeing the colour of your eyes and hearing your voice." His voice was no longer sweet but possessive. You pulled back slightly, but Pierrot was overwhelmingly stronger than you and pulled you back into a hug. You felt him bury his mask on the top of your head. He was inhaling your scent.

"You smell so good, my dear." His breath was raspy. Why must you tempt his very being? He was going to lose it by a thread. He wanted to mark you. Claim you. You would look so lovely with his bite marks on your untainted skin.

"P-Pierrot? What are you talking about?" Your heartbeat was speeding up. Sensing your erratic heartbeat, he unfortunately had to pull away in order not to scare you further. Pierrot already missed your warmth; he wanted to keep holding you for years. You felt so perfect in his arms.

"Where am I? And why am I chained up?" You stuttered trying to clear your mind in the situation you are in.

"You're in my tent, my lady. Something was put in your food, making you weak and very vulnerable. Seeing you so drowsy and weak... It made my body tremble in so many ways." His mask was covered in a pink hue. Until his eyes widened in surprise, realizing he said too much.

"I-I mean." He took back his words, his fingers covering the side of his mask as he leaned his chin on his palm. Golden heart eyes morphed as his blush thickened, and it looked like he was drooling.

"You felt it too, didn't you? After you ate, your body became." He paused, "Receptive, light and yielding. But then I saw how the world looked at you in that moment. Like prey. I saw those hungry eyes trying to devour you, yearning to touch you."

"It drove me mad!"

"I had to bring you somewhere safe, somewhere under my watch.' He slowly reached out his hand, trying to touch you. Your mind swirls. You didn't understand a thing he said. He never explained why you were chained up. Admist of your brain churning, his hand gently cupped your face.

"I had to hide you before anyone tried to lay a hand on you, my lady. Because if someone dared to touch you other than me. I don't know what I might've done." His face darkened, and his smile was gone.

"I'm so glad you woke up, Y/N! I was starting to get worried. You were breathing so slowly, so still, it was like. Like you were going to disappear forever, like....N-no, I'd never hurt you like that-"

He began to ramble as he panicked. For some reason, you felt calmer even though you are the one chained up and put in this situation. You placed your hands over his.

"It's ok, Pierrot. I'm still here." His golden eyes dilated, and a soft blush spreads his mask once more. You were still so soft for him.

"Where's Pierrot??"

Pierrot freeze in place. You felt him stiffen beneath your touch.

"Please, my dear. Listen to me. Place your trust in me." He grabbed a spare mask that had black tears painted on it. He placed it over your face and leaned his forehead against the mask.

"I give you my word, I shall return. If you wish for me to let go, I shall. But please, wait just a moment. And should anyone enter, say nothing. Don't breathe too heavily. Pretend you are merely a doll. You will be safe, yes?"

"Do not move." He sternly said as he binds your hands with a rope, it's loose, and all you can do is wait for him to return. You hope he returns soon. Your mental state can quickly deteriorate, leaving you panicking. Right now, you just try to observe your surroundings. This must be the medical place in the tents because of the curtains, and there were other beds.

Click click click.

Someone was here. You had to do what Pierrot tells you. You made sure to act limp and too slow down your breathing. Maybe it was Pierrot? A small glimmer of hope.

"Hmmm? Well, well, what do we have here?"

That's not Pierrot.

You know his voice. Your eyes looked at the green mischievous clown. Your heartbeat started to go faster.

"I knew he was hiding something. But this is way more fun than I thought!" You can see how wide Harlequin's sharp grin is. His piercing green eyes stared down at your helpless form.

"I must be really lucky today! " Tied up to a bed, in a place you were never supposed to be." He climbed on the bed and crawled his way towards you.

"He warned you, didn't he? Here, if you scream, things will get really bad for you." His mask opened up his mouth, revealing a long green forked tongue. He brought a throwing knife up to his face, and his tongue slowly glides along the blade.

"Guess it still tastes sweet." He said in a sultry voice.

You were scared, oh, you were scared. God, please help me. You silently prayed. You hope he won't hurt you. Was he mad that you didn't hang out with him yesterday? Should you apologize?

"Hm, you're already shaking?" You were so scared of what he was going to do with you. "Oh, you hadn't seen that yet, huh?" His fingers pressed against his forked tongue. You honestly can care less about his tongue; you were more scared that he was going to assault you.

"Wanna see more? I could show you later." You quickly shook your head.

"Heh, cute, now the real question is... What should I do with you? It's so hard to choose." Harlequin pretended to ponder.

"Go away." You whispered, "Please."

"Aw, and what fun would that be? I like it when you are tied like this. Pretending to be a doll, I wonder how much he told you?"His face came really close to your masked face.

"You aren't fooling me, my dear. Your body is way too tense, your arms trembling." He suddenly pushes your body against the mattress. With that, you started to scream, but Harlequin was quick to slip his hand under your mask and press against your mouth. Out of survival instinct, you bit down on his hand. His hand flinched in your mouth, but he didn't pull away; instead, he let out a deep chuckle. His head leaned close to the side of your head so he could whisper.

"Oh, how delicious you are. I love it when my prey fights back. It's so dull when they don't bother putting up a fight and accept their fate. But you aren't like that, are you? My dear, I'm sure I'll enjoy playing with my food." With that, he sinks his teeth into your neck.

You let out a squeak as your body flinched violently from the sudden pain in your neck. Harlequin was quick to hold you steady as he continued to bury his fangs in your soft skin. You were so warm and so delicious. He can easily sink his teeth for hours. Making sure you were covered in his marks.

But you were also marking him. Your teeth are also sinking into his hand desperately. He is going to adore that mark you gave him. He hoped your teeth marks would be there once he took his gloves off. You unknowingly claimed him to be yours. Such a turn on you were.

Harelquin pulled his teeth out and licked at his sharp canines. Your blood was too sweet for him

Just like that, cotton candy.

But he will definitely savour that taste. His tongue glides, cleaning the mess he made on your skin. Forever etched in your skin as he staked his claim.

"Such resistance, my lady. Trying to fight me back by marking me as yours. It's truly commendable." He pulled his head back as he observed your reaction. His grin faltered a bit. Your eyes were glossy as you let out a hic. You were crying.

He can see the glossiness of your eyes as they look up at him.

Begging.

Like how she begged to stop.

"Please Stop!"

"Ḩ̸̧̛͓̘̣̪͙̝̬̻̞̅͌̿̔̀͑̕͘̕á̵̢̨̪̫̲̠͜r̶̡̨͇̩̠̻̩͔̎̅̃̏͜͝l̴̲͚̮̞͙͍͋̿͠ë̶͚͔̈́̆͗͌̌͐͌́q̷̨̰̮̯̦͓̽͋̾̃̎̽́̅̔̄ũ̵̢͙̻̟̫̲̘̺̘̺̎ĭ̴̟͉̰̎͂͒̈́̍̒̂̌́̍n̸̡̛̛̺̺͎͖͎͚̯̭̫̹̟͐̊̅̏̒͒̎̒"

He felt his chest tighten. No its been years. So many years. He shouldn't be feeling this guilt now. He suddenly felt something touch his hand. It was your hand.

"Please." You silently begged. "Please don't hurt me."

"You asking me to stop or to slow down?" His flirty voice comes off as forced. He felt himself close to snapping. Don't look at him like that. Don't look at him like that!

Like he's the monster.

"Shhh, don't move." His head leans down to your face. He placed his clawed hand over your small, dainty hand. Why do you have to look at him with pleading eyes? He wants to stop, he really does. But he felt so aroused seeing you scared and teary. It's like two sides of him are fighting against each other. If only you could see the turmoil he is going through.

Because of you!

"I have to admit. I'm really starting to like the way you look at me." He broke the chain that clasped your ankle. His grin was back in full force.

"Run Kitten!"

You quickly escaped. Running as fast as you can out of the tents with your dishevelled appearance. The mask you had on dropped to the ground as you ran, trying to find the exit. A pink clown came by, and you knocked into her. You were about to apologize till her mask dropped, revealing a familiar face. Your face conveys shock.

"Carol?" You called out to her.

"Don't miss the attractions, you're gonna love it, visitor." Her eyes were glossy, and there was a violet diamond showing in her pupils. Something is wrong.

"Carol? It's me, Y/n." You tried to get through to her

"Don't miss the attract-" She was cut off as a white-gloved hand that had her mask covered her face once more.

"Oh! How embarrassing, darling, your mask just slipped off." The Ticket Taker stand in front of Carol, blocking you off.

"Don't worry about her, visitor. She's just playing her part. Around here, no one ever breaks character. Not for anything." He states that everything was normal.

"But you look kinda shaken. Are you enjoying the promotional attractions? Or did something happen?" Your mouth kept gaping open and closing. Too many things are going on at once. The Ticket Taker stood straighter. His form was bigger than yours as he looked down at you.

"Are you lost, visitor? This area's really close to the restricted zone. Which way did you come from?"

"I-I don't know." You stuttered. You felt your tears swell up again as one tear rolled down your cheek. Ticket Taker got a good look at you. Of course, he remembers you from the cafe. The one that got away from his grasp. Quite a shame, really. But you were here and crying. You saw something you shouldn't have seen, have you? He pulled out his handkerchief and passed it to you.

"Th-thanks." Wiping your tears and snot away.

"Please, visitor, come this way and let me guide you to the exit." His hand grasped yours and guided you away from the exit, unknowingly to you.

"But that's my coworker there."You stated. But he just ignored you as his grip tightened on your wrist, dragging you towards the pink tent. Suddenly, another hand intervenes, stopping the Ticket Taker.

"Pierrot? What are you?" The ticket Taker asked, confused. "Are they with you?" Pierrot nodded. His gloved arm was covered in red paint. Or was that blood?

"That look Pierrot. They are scared. It's like they saw a part of the circus we don't show."

"Circus of horrors. Of course they're scared." He whispered.

"Do not speak." The Ticket Taker spoke gravely.

"In that case." Ticket Taker pulled away. "I'm certain our guest will be thrilled to return for the nightly attractions, won't they?" You felt Ticket Taker's stare on you.

"Give them your ticket, Pierrot. Or I'll have to offer mine. If everything's fine, she'll be delighted to join us again, right guest?" Pierrot stares at you, and you give a small nod.

"Y-yeah."

"Perfect. We look forward to your return as a guest." Ticket Taker left along with Carol, leaving you and Pierrot alone. Pierrot looked at you with wide eyes. His golden eyes circled as they looked pleadingly.

"I-I need to go home." Pierrot's eyes widened in concern, but he nodded. Knowing it was too much for you. Before you left, he whispered.

"I'll wait for you there."

You kept scratching your neck and tugging at your hair. You were so glad you didn't have work today, it would be too much for you. Finally arriving home, you locked the door, and you collapsed to the floor. Tears freely dripped down your cheeks. God! You were held captive and were almost assaulted by Harlequin. He hurt you. And now they expect you to come back to the circus.

You shouldn't have helped Pierrot. Why did you always have to be so weak and nice? Maybe you thought that people would treat you the same if you were kind, but no. Instead, you were stuck in this hellish situation. Why did you have to suffer like this? Did you do something horrendous in your past life to deserve this? Finally getting up, you saw your dishevelled appearance in the vanity mirror. Your hair is a mess, and your sweater is all rumpled. And where's your bow?

They took your bow too.

You'll never help anyone again.

Everything hurts.

A click was heard from your front door. Turning your head, your eyes widen seeing that familiar red clown. H-How?

How did he know where you live!?

NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!

He broke in. The only safe space you had. It's gone now.

Its gone.

You stepped back as Pierrot crept closer.

"M-my dear, I can explain. Please don't be so frightened, I won't hurt you."

How could you believe him?

"Y-you broke in my place." You whispered as you continued stepping away from him.

"My lady, please let me explain, please don't run away. I know you're scared, but I'm here to take care of you, my dear." You didn't believe him; his sweet words were the opposite of how he looked at you. He looked hungry. And you were his next meal. You tried to bolt it to the front door, but he was faster and had longer limbs to your misfortune.

Easily catching you. His long arms wrapped around your waist as he hurriedly picked you up and threw you onto the bed. You bounced as he pinned your wrists above your head.

"Sorry!" He quickly spoke.

"Forgive me! Do not run, my lady." Your tears kept pouring down. Panic sets in as you try to wiggle and kick.

"NO! LET ME GO!" He easily restrained your legs by pressing his body on top of yours. He used his free hand to cover your mouth.

"My lady, please listen! I didn't want it to end up like this. I won't hurt you. So please." He slowly removed his hand from your mouth; your tears kept flowing.

"I cannot allow you to flee with such frightened eyes. I feel your fear, as if I could taste its sweetness with my tongue. I see it, you know... what it does to me?" He asked as if you were in a good mental space to answer him.

"It makes my body burn, throb, yet it terrifies me to think. You might no longer be able to look at me. It makes me want to hold you tighter, to break you with my heat. Until you forget that anything in the world exists besides me!" He took a breath.

"I want to suffocate every thought of yours with my presence. And your eyes cling to me as much."

"As I want to cling to you right now!"

He didn't say it out loud, but he sees what a broken mess you are. You were already so scared, Pierrot leaned his face close, rubbing your tear-stained cheek against his. He opened his mouth as his long golden tongue darted out and started licking your tears. His warm, wet muscle lapping your salty skin.

"Shh shhh, don't cry, my lady. I'm sorry I may have overdone it, but I had to tell how important you are to me. And my emotions can't contain myself." Pierrot quietly told you as he kept trying to soothe you.

"Y-you broke into my apartment." You broke.

"I had to make sure you were safe."

"You know where I live." You whispered.

"To protect you, my lady."

"Why, why the hell are you here!? For money? Revenge? What do you want from me!" You shouted.

"Your love, my dear." Your heart momentarily stops. w-what? What does he mean he loves you?

"W-what?' He pulled his face away, and you can see his golden pupils changed to hearts with spirals. His mask covered with a dark blush as he confessed.

"I love you, my dear! I love you, I love you, I love you so much it hurts, it burns!1 Like hellfire in my chest! When your eyes met mine that day. It was like my whole existence was screaming for you! Screaming your name, Y/N! So loud and desperate it echoed through my soul! You felt it, didn't you? Please-"

You quickly covered his mouth as your hands slipped out of his grip.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" You screamed.

"You don't love me! We have known each other for less than two days, and you say you love me? I don't believe you." You said in disbelief.

How can you not? You only helped him once, and now Pierrot believes he loves you? That can't be possible. But the way his eyes linger on you in a intenseing manner.

Ugh, you had enough. You don't feel like thinking about this right now.

Pierrot pulled your hands away from his mouth.

"My lady, I know we have only met such a short time, but it's true my heart burns for you. I would never lie about such a thing. I know it might be a lot for you, but I truly love and want to protect you. I'll even bring back your friend. But I can't do it now. He saw you looking at her too much." You honestly completely forgot about Carol due to your own traumatic event. What a good person you are.

Feeling guilty for forgetting Carol. She isn't missing but had been abducted by the circus. Was that guy saying true? The circus is the reason why people started to go missing. Will Pierriot abduct you, too? You know too much already.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" You whispered.

"I told you already, but I will keep telling you over and over again. That I love you." He said once more. His answer doesn't change.

"Why, why do you love me? Is it because of the one time I protected you?" You glowered at him, still not believing what Pierrot was saying.

"It was more than that, my lady. The way you carried yourself. The way your eyes glanced. How you played with your fingers when you're nervous. The cute drawings you made-"

"You went through my stuff!" Pierrot froze. He spoke too much. And now you know that it wasn't his first break-in.

"I did a little rummaging, yes." He looked to the side, a bit guilty.

"You broke into my bedroom before!?" You were in disbelief.

"I did it so that I can know more about you, my lady. I have to know what your interests lie in so that I can accommodate you." Your face paled. Not only did he break in, but he also rummaged through your belongings. Some things are private that you would never ever share with the rest of the world.

"How much did you see? Did you go through my journal?" Your journal was where your most intimate thoughts were set on paper. Your anger, your sadness, your frustartions over the tiniest detail

"Yes, I did." Your face erupted in an embarrassed blush to his admission. You quickly covered your face with your hands.

"Why did you do that. don't read it's cringe." Your mood quickly shifted from anger to embarrassment. You looked so adorable, flustered like this. He gently pried your hands away from your face.

"Don't hide your gaze from me, my lady." Pierrot softly called out.

"How much did you read?" you quickly asked.

"I know that you are always sad... And that you are always lonely. But I can fix that. I'll keep you company. You won't have to be alone anymore. Let me take care of you... You can rely on me, my lady." He softly squeezed your hands. You didn't know how to respond.

"I-I don't know." Your words were quiet as you looked down at your bed sheets.

"Are you going to hurt me?" You whispered, not wanting him to hear your admission of vulnerability. Your worries about what he can do to you if you give him the chance.

"Never, my lady! I would never try to hurt you, my sweetest. And I won't let anyone hurt you." He said it with such devotion. Gripping your hands with his very tightly.

"....Sure." You glanced at the side, not looking at his face. You didn't believe him. You didn't want to. If you let him in, you will only get hurt. You learned not to open your heart to others so easily, but somehow you always make the same mistake over and over in the same self-destruction you always have.

"Do? Do you want me to leave? Give you some space?" Pierrot asked.

You didn't know everything felt like it was coming down at once. You were already exhausted from today's events

"I don't know....do what you want." Your tone was defeated. You rolled on your right side, facing the nightstand, and Pierrot followed suit, spooning you from behind. He pulled you close against his chest, and you didn't struggle. You just let the warmth of his chest embrace your back.

You both lay in silence for a while. Pierrot would occasionally rub his fingers across your knuckles while he inhaled your scent.

"You have to come back tonight." Pierrot was the first to break the silence.

"The circus?" You quietly responded.

"Yes, my dear, they will get too suspicious, and they will come after you. As long as you have my red ticket, you will be fine." You didn't want to go back, and Pierrot knows this as his fingers tightly gripped yours. But since when do you have control to begin with? You only hoped you wouldn't face Harlequin.

"...Will Harlequin be there?"

"I'll make sure he won't hurt or bother you. You won't see him tonight, I promise." Pierrot reassured you.

"...Good."

You don't know how long you've lain like this. Minutes, an hour? You both bathed in comfortable silence, only hearing each other's breathing. Pierrot, however, has more senses than you. He felt your heartbeat slow down to a soft rhythm. Your body is finally relaxing from the stress you had this morning, and it feels like you were about to fall asleep. Pierrot would've been so thrilled to have you sleep against him, but it was time for Pierrot to go.

He had to perform after all. He slowly got up, but he noticed something on your neck. A visible bite mark etched on your neck

"What? He marked you?" He growled lowly. His clawed index finger is tracing the bite mark Harlequin left on you. You slightly flinched from his touch.

"May I... cover it?" Pierrot asked.

"Huh?"

"With my mark. Let me replace his with mine." He looked at you with pleading eyes. He sounded so desperate, like it was his last meal. You were too soft for your own good.

"Fine, but please be gentle."

"I'll try being gentle as I can, my dear." He leaned close to your neck, and his teeth softly brushed your skin as it slowly dug over the fresh wound.

You winced and let out a small squeak from the sudden pain. Pierrot's whole body stiffened, hearing you squeak, and he let out a low rumble. He removed his teeth and dragged his tongue over the new mark.

Pierrot wanted to keep biting. You let out such sweet sounds. He wonders what other kind of noises you will produce if he keeps going. He wanted to hear you gasp, moan, or even cry. But he has to restrain himself. He was trying so hard, but you made it so hard.

You were like a 5-star dish, and his mouth waters, wanting to get his first bite, but he couldn't eat.

Yet.

"You did so well, my lady. Now, when you feel that warmth on your neck. You'll remember me and not him." A thick blush covers his mask as his eyes squint in delight. Proud of his handiwork.

His masked forehead pressed against your own.

"I'll see you tonight, my dear. I'll follow you from a distance as soon as my performance is over. And make sure you eat, my dear." He boldly kissed your forehead before leaving through the balcony.

You sit there stunned, as you were all alone. As pathetic as it was, you barely knew Pierrot, but you already missed him.

You cooked a small meal for yourself; it wasn't that good, but it filled you. Removing yesterday's clothes and dropping them on the floor, you heard a little 'ding'. Oh, you forgot about those pins, you will keep them with your other knick knacks and trinkets. Approaching your desk, you see the red flower Pierrot gave you.... Something is wrong. Why is it chnaging too a more rusty colour and that metallic smell?

What paint did he even use? It looks and smells like blood.

His forehead was heavily bleeding that day... NO WAY!

You hoped it was just your wild imagination and not that he would actually use his own blood to paint the rose.

That was sick and kinda metal.

But why would he do that? Why was he so devoted to you? There has to be something more than just love.

You will think later as you change your clothes. To a comfortable f/c hoodie. Now you were ready to head out.

You looked up at the circus entrance as everyone was excited to line up. You even saw a group of people cosplaying as clowns and jesters. Your tired eyes stared at them for too long as you felt your emotions swirl.

You just wanted to get this over with.

You took a deep breath and made your way inside.