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About me!

asks, what i’m comfortable writing abt, & about me!

my asks will always be open! anons ok! get as freaky as you want with my asks, even odd kinks or fetishes, i don’t mind! though, if it’s not something i’d feel comfortable writing about, i simply won’t write it, so if your fanfic gets sidetracked or completely misses the fetish, shoot me a dm and i can work out something we’re both cool with!! <3

you can request any fandom or visual novel, but i main TFC as of now, i might write about creepypasta, TKATB, or 14DWY

also i’m really bad with TW, and most my fanfics might not include trigger warnings just because i’m afraid i won’t include everything, so… fair warning in advance? common TW in my fics might include ,

yandere/obsessive themes, somnophilia (especially if it’s TKATB), suggestive themes on most fics (if not all, even if there’s no smut ((unless there’s an ask for absolutely nothing suggestive))) errrrr … and more??

you see what i mean??? i’m so shitty at it 😭

when I write my fics, i write thinking of myself, so it’s usually ‘afab! x (love interest(s))’, or fem!gender neutral MC. unless asked specifically, all my fics will be written from this perspective. i do not have a penis irl so unfortunately if i tried writing smut from amab! perspective it would go along the lines of

“i got hard,” um

so.. it might just be suggestive, rather than full on smut!

i do attend school, so asks don’t really have a time frame in which i can say for certain when i can get it done by. eventually i might add a payment method if you want something done asap, just for extra cash 🤑 if this is the case then everything i said before is thrown out the window and you can request literally ANYTHING. (yes including things i would’ve said im not comfortable with $$$)

i don’t think there’s anything else to add, i’ve gone over asks, what i’ll write, trigger warnings not included, …. i guess that leaves ‘about me’!

i go by many names, recently it’s been Ivory :D, I am genderfluid, lately i’ve been fem presenting, so if my fics change their personality or perspective to masc later on, apologies in advance 🥲💔

I write most of my fics either in class or before bed, so despite the fact i really wish my writing was neat, most of it is done because i randomly hit flow state, or am so sleep deprived that everything i write sounds like straight poetry from none other than edgar allan poe in my head. only to wake up the next morning and find that it is just words I’ve pulled out of my ass attached to a string that somehow makes them look comprehensible.

my fics also usually trail off from their original theme/topic, they’re really just based on whatever is happening in my head, so… :3

if you have any questions, leave a comment! i’ll answer. additionally, you can ask questions for me in my asks too! it doesn’t have to be just fanfic requests :3

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Yo if it’s okay to request …an asexual reader with Pierrot? If that’s okay. I’m not sure of the scenario so you could make one maybe, but it could be gender neutral since. Well being asexual applies to everyone.

Thanks if you do it, and sorry for bothering you!

Let Me Show You My Love.

Asexual GN!MC/Pierrot (slight angst?)

Oh my gosh, lowkey forgot abt this ask I’m so sorry, if it doesn’t fill your craving, don’t be afraid to shoot me another ask!!! :3

TW: kind of non con, (mentally unwell thoughts too)

It was a cloudy night, I got the day off tomorrow so I decided to spend the night with Pierrot. We were both laying in bed, I was scrolling tiktok on my phone, while he rested in between my thighs, his hand trailing up and down my stomach. It gave me butterflies at first, but when he noticed the way my body was reacting he tried to go farther.

He brought his body up above me, pinning me down and looking down at me with his glowing golden eyes. He leaned down, kissing me softly, until he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth. I parted my lips, letting his tongue reach past my teeth and explore the inside of my mouth. His hands slipped down my sides, touching my hips and slipping under my shirt. My back arched into his touch, my hands flexing in discomfort. He pressed himself down against me, groaning into the kiss as he grabbed my thigh and tried to press himself rougher against me, my eyes widened begging him silently to stop.

I couldn’t tell him no. I never could. I never had it in me to deny anyone anything. It’s okay. If he’s enjoying it, it’s worth it, right?

I closed my eyes, praying for him to just be quick with it. I could hear my heartbeat in my head, I counted each beat. I tried to ignore his breathing in my ear, the way his hands caressed my body, I tried to block it all out. Shutting my eyes tighter and tighter.

Until, he just stopped. His hands stopped dead in his tracks. He was panting still, but trying to catch his breath. He was completely frozen. I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. It was like no other, he looked at me like a lost puppy.

“My dear, are you.. not enjoying this? Am I doing something wrong? I’m sorry- I-”

“No, Pierrot, you haven’t done anything wrong, don’t worry, you don’t have to… to.. stop.”

I looked away, I was ready for him to resume, but he didn’t. I looked back into his eyes, his unrelenting gaze into my own.

“No, my dear, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

I never feel well.

“Pierrot, don’t worry about me..”

“My dear, I have to, please, what’s wrong? I’m sorry”

He pressed off of the bed, sitting up to give me space. I slowly sat up, my head fuzzy from my blood rushing elsewhere.

“Pierrot, I don’t want to ruin this for you..”

“My dear, I would do anything to make you happy, please- please tell me what’s wrong?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I didn’t want to. I would be depriving him of… He wouldn’t… no, I can’t do it.

“Pierrot, don’t be like this..”

“My dear, I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

…

My vision blurred. When was the last time I heard those words? Have I ever?

“My dear! You’re crying! Please- don’t cry, my dear, what’s wrong? I will listen to you!”

“I’m sorry, Pierrot. I can’t.. I can’t fuck you. I don’t..”

He frowned, he looked like a puppy. “My dear, do you not.. love me?!” He exclaimed, reaching out for my hands.

“No, Pierrot, I love you so much. You mean everything to me, I’m so lucky to know you, I just mean… I can’t .. I don’t want to have sex.”

He paused, his hands still holding mine gently. He was gonna yell. He’s gonna take what he wants from me. He’ll leave me for someone else now. He knows he won’t get pleasure from me. There’s no way he’ll ever stay with me.

“OH. oh! my dear, why didn’t you say anything! I’m- I’m so sorry-”

The words that left his mouth left me in shock. huh?

“what? Why are you so… huh? what? did.. Did you hear me? We’re not gonna have sex.”

He tilted his head.

“That’s okay.”

I blinked rapidly. Is this a dream? Is he even real?

“You’re okay.. with it? Seriously? You’re not gonna say something stupid like ‘You’ve just never had good sex’?”

He seemed astonished, and maybe even insulted at my words.

“My dear, is that how you think of me.” He said, rather flatly.

“wha- no- I wasn’t- I didn’t mean it like that, I just, most people..”

“Well, my dear. I am only comfortable with what you are comfortable with.”

“But you’ll never get to… you know..”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me if you don’t want it too.”

My body reacted before I could, jumping at him and embracing him tightly. I sobbed into his shoulder, the relief from admitting myself to him, and him accepting me made me cry.

He patted my back, rubbing gentle circles.

“It’s okay, my dear. I’ll always love you.”

My breath hitched, he was too nice. Too good. I couldn’t believe I actually met someone like him, or the fact he loved me.

He laid me down, holding me against his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair, waiting for me to calm down.

I closed my eyes, my grip on his costume growing tighter as I held him closer against me. I could hear his heartbeat, his fingers brushing though my hair, his other hand tracing stars against my back, he held me so gently, I couldn’t help but let myself pass out in his embrace.

..

“My dear, I’ll love you forever. I don’t care what you think of me, or yourself. You’re mine, and mine alone. I will only ever do what you want me to. I am yours as you are mine, you can command me anything and I will do it for you. Don’t question my unwavering devotion for you.”

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Wow you guys are really eating up my smut fic

I see who my audience is 🥹🥹

[zzombiexx]

comfort crowd !!! SMUT

Harlequin/MC/Pierrot! lemon in the beginning, smut at the end ;3

casual fanfic, simple cuddles, starts w/ comfort, lmk if anyone wants a harlequin only ver! :3 ... also smut is cut off abruptly.................. ;w;

MC is afab! and she/her :p sorryyyy

I was sitting on my bed, watching something on my phone when I heard my balcony door slide open. I’ve been leaving it open for the two to stop by whenever they want. I glance up towards the noise, finding Harlequin there. He watched me as he closed the door behind him, slowly walking up towards my bed. I could barely even realize what he was doing before he tackled me onto the bed and laid on me. My phone was still in my hand, despite him pinning them down. He plucked it out from my grasp, though I mostly let him, and he set it aside while pressing my hands to his face and head. I did what he wanted me to, caressing his hair and back, ignoring the odd bulge on his back. His cold porcelain mask felt odd against my neck, and I tugged on him to make him look at me. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, my hands touching the clasp of his mask. I waited patiently, but he only gazed at me with an odd blank expression. He was strangely quiet. 

“Harlequin? May I take this off?”

He didn’t flinch, he didn’t react. The silence was deafening. I could hear my frantic heartbeat in my ears and both of our breaths in sync with each other.

 I was about to call for him again, when he finally responded.

“You may.”

He spoke quietly, not sounding as smug as he usually does. My fingers fidget with the clasp, unhooking it as I gently took his mask off. He was a monster, yes, but he was still so pretty. He gazed down at me with a knowing expression, waiting for horror. It never came. I pressed my hand against his cheek, rubbing my thumb against the pitch black skin. His mouth opened, wanting to say something, but words failed him as he choked something back. His teeth were sharp, noticeably. I’ve seen his tongue before, I knew parts of him, only the parts he wanted me to see.

“You aren’t running.”

He finally spoke, trying to make sense of my expression. I nodded lightly, playing with the hair in his face.

“You’re still my Harlequin, Harley. I’m not running just because you showed me yourself. You’re still you.”

It was weirdly cheesy, but I wanted him to know I really didn't care. Him showing me his face meant nothing. It was still him under there, with or without the mask. He made a noise, I assumed a sob. I’ve never heard him cry, or show a negative emotion. I held him tighter, hoping I could comfort him. His face pressed against the skin of my neck was so much better than the mask. I also didn’t speak for a while, I wasn’t even sure what to ask, so I let him hold me for a while. He didn’t sob, more so tightly held me for comfort. I let him, even if it hurt at first. I assumed he fell asleep, considering he hadn’t moved for a while. I reached over to try to grab my phone, but he caught my hand, pulling his face away to look down at me. I took in his face, it really was a sight- a good one.

“You really don’t mind me… being a monster?”

He spoke quietly, probably wanting more reassurance.

“Harlequin, you’ve always been one, you showing me now doesn’t mean anything to me. 

-er- i mean- it means a lot- th-thank you-, I meant that it doesn’t change how i see you- uh-” He cut me off when his hand touched my cheek, his finger brushing against my lip to shut me up. I blush, embarrassed by his contact. I averted my gaze, knowing he was staring right at me, I also knew my blush was obvious to him.

“Even while I look like this, you can still find it in yourself to get flustered…”

I glanced back at him, his expression solemn again, there was something in it that made my heart skip a beat. He looked at me like I was utter beauty, but something he could never have. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like how he spoke of himself. How he hated himself.

“Harlequin, I don’t care that you’re not human. I really… probably.. should. But I don’t, I like you, whatever you are.” His expression didn’t change. He heard me, but tried to ignore me. His thumb brushed my lip again, pressing past my lips to graze over my teeth. He pressed his thumb down on my canine, as if checking how sharp it was.

“May I mark you?”

There was silence. Mostly me processing what it was he even said. “mark me”? Is he saying what I think he means? Or is it some monster tradition? How would I know? My breath hitched with the implications behind his request, and he noticed. He glanced down at my open mouth, staring at my teeth.

“mark me..?” 

I ask, hoping he’d clarify.

“Bite you.”

Yeah, exactly what I was thinking. I swallowed nervously, trying to hide the fact my heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. Too bad he’s laying on top of me, because he definitely knows. I glance away, trying not to seem suspicious, but mumbling a meek “yeah” He leans down, moving his hands onto my wrists pinning them to the side of my head as his teeth graze my neck. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, making me arch my back in anticipation. He finally bites down, as if he’s trying to be gentle. It was light, and gradually he added more pressure, making me squirm. I didn’t let go of him, I didn’t tell him to stop. I really didn’t mind it. It hurt, a lot, sure, but it was Harlequin, how could I ever say no? He sinks his teeth deeper into my neck, not enough to draw blood, but there’s definitely gonna be a bruise for weeks. He doesn’t let go of my neck, until he pulls back for air. He’s panting for breath by the time he’s done, looking down at his work with a sly grin on his face. My face is completely flushed from embarrassment, considering how much noise I was making just from being bit by him. I avoided his gaze, but he wasn’t looking at my eyes anyway.

“It’s pretty on you.”

He speaks, letting his gaze trail up my face and onto my eyes, tilting his head with a smirk.

“Worked up?”

He asks, voice casual as he leans closer to my ear. I can’t speak, my mind doesn’t feel like I could even make sentences. God, what did he do to me? “I can help you..”

He speaks, and I immediately press a hand to his face to push him away playfully.

“nope! no helping- i mean- nothing to be helped! dont- dont do that-”

I stammer, watching as he’s clearly amused by my response. He lets himself get pushed gently, not letting go of my waist. His hand trails up my spine, checking my arch.

“Really? What's with the arch, then?”

I blink, still flustered. My neck stung like fire had licked it, it burned from heat, but it wasn’t too painful. I tried to correct my posture, to straighten my back. But the way he held me, the way his fingers crawled up my spine, I couldn’t not arch my back.

“T-tension.”

I mumble, trying to mutter something believable. I wasn’t wrong… the tension was so thick you could suffocate.

“Yeah?” 

He tries, looking down at me with the stupidly hot smirk of his. 

“Wouldn’t you like me to relieve it?”

He asks, trying his luck. I stutter, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.. should I? I think to myself while staring up at him. He kept smiling, ear to ear. I was about to reply when he suddenly turned his head toward my balcony. My eyes widened, wondering if he heard something. He stood up off of my bed, tugging at my shirt to expose my neck better. I blinked in surprise, sitting up as the balcony door opened, and Pierrot appeared.

“Pierrot-?” 

I called nervously to Pierrot who was staring at Harlequin in the room with me, clearly jealous. 

“My lady, he- he marked you..!”

Pierrot called, turning his head to look at my neck, a sad expression on his face. I quickly moved my hand, trying to cover it out of embarrassment, but Pierrot reached for my hand to pull it away. Harlequin could hardly contain his grin, looking elsewhere to avoid laughter. I stammered, blinking up at Pierrot. What should I do? It’s not like Pierrot and I are dating, it wasn’t cheating… Why am I so embarrassed? “Pierrot?” 

I called again, his gaze dark and unfortunate as he stared at the mark on my neck. He suddenly pressed me against the bed, my eyes darting towards Harlequin, still in the room with us. Harlequin glanced at me, still smirking from his earlier antics. Pierrot kept my hands pinned down by my head, leaning down closer to me. I wouldn’t have been so embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact I could still see Harlequin in the same room!, Additionally, still staring at me!

“My lady, please… I want to do the same.”

I don’t think I could speak even if I had anything to say to him. I glanced back at Harlequin, and back to Pierrot. I didn’t have a problem with it, no, I was just embarrassed. I weakly nodded, considering the fact Harlequin really didn’t look like he cared on whichever I said. Pierrot leaned down gently, his teeth grazing the opposite side of Harlequin’s mark, a small warning, a brief pause in case I wanted to change my mind. Seconds pass but I don’t say anything, he finally bites down not as gentle as Harlequin was, clearly fuelled by jealousy. I writhe under him, gasping from shock as blinding hot pain shoots down my spine and makes me arch up against him. It’s embarrassing how much my body reacts without my consent. Pierrot holds me down harder, his sharp teeth biting down into my skin until blood faintly spots under his teeth. I felt like the spot was going to go numb before he finally pulled away, licking his lips, but not before I could see the blood on his teeth. I reached a hand up to my neck, faintly brushing against the blood pooling by my collar. I pulled my hand back to look at it, only for Pierrot to reach out and stick my fingers into his mouth. I stared in shock, feeling the way his tongue swirled around my fingers sent shivers down my spine. I glanced at his face, his eyes dilated into heart shaped pupils, face red with blush as he gazed up at me. My hand trembled in his grasp, nervous and maybe a little uncomfortable. 

Glancing over at Harlequin who was now leaning against my wardrobe and staring at me, no longer smirking, I think I started blushing harder.. If even possible.

“P-Pierrot, is-isn’t that enough-”

I stammer, my hand still trembling in his grasp. He pulls away from my hand, his saliva leaving a lewd trail from my fingers to his tongue. I swallow nervously, eyes still glued onto him.

“I’m sorry, my lady, I couldn’t help myself.”

He mumbles, still gazing up at me with an affection or hunger that I don’t think I could reciprocate from embarrassment.

He crawls off of me, though reluctantly and still shaking from eagerness. I sit up slowly, almost dizzy from my blood rushing everywhere but my head. 

“H-Harlequin-”

I glance at him, still staring at us with a blank expression. I tilt my head, I wanted him to say something, anything, I really couldn’t tell what he was thinking with such a blank face.

“Mine looks better.” 

He huffs, looking away and towards somewhere else in my room, folding his arms tighter.

“You didn’t even pierce skin.”

Pierrot counters, clearly trying to seem better.

"At least I was being gentle with her, your obsession with her is going to hurt her.”

Pierrot seems stung for a second, glancing back at me like he’s worried Harlequin is right. Harlequin isn’t wrong though, if you asked me which one I’d let bite me again, it would be Harlequin. He was gentle with me, and it felt sweeter. Pierrot only did it out of jealousy.

Pierrot seemed to notice how my eyes lingered on Harlequin more than they did him, and his eyes trembled with worry, constricting into tiny circles of worry.

“My lady, is it true? I’m so sorry, I should’ve been more careful, my lady, please, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear, I’ll do anything-”

I cut him off by placing my hand to his lips, annoyed or just out of embarrassment, I don’t know. 

“Pierrot, it’s fine, really, I know you didn’t mean it.”

I tried to comfort him, noticing the way his eyes were getting watery and the way his hands trembled against my body.

“Great, pity points. Just what you wanted, Pierrot!”

Harlequin mocks, grinning but still refusing to make eye contact with me. Pierrot ignores him, gazing up at me like I hung the stars just for him. He presses his face against my hand, smiling mad with love, blushing eagerly from me touching him.

“Harlequin. C-Come here.” 

I tried to make myself sound more confident, but it ultimately failed considering what I was planning to do, and the intrusive thoughts telling me to take it farther. He pushed himself off my wardrobe, walking slowly towards my bed, standing next to where I sat. I patted the spot next to me, and he complied, sitting down next to me and immediately leaning against me, pressing all his weight against me like a grumpy teenager. I practically fall over from the weight, and end up under him while he lays with my back against me. My hand runs through his hair, petting him, while my other hand is cupping Pierrot’s cheek and running my thumb under his eye.  They roll around through the night, getting more comfortable. Though no one says anything, they seem to get used to each other, at least for my sake. 

By midnight, I’m in between both of them on my bed, Harlequin practically laying on me like I’m his bed, and Pierrot laying under me, hugging me. I don’t even know how Pierrot seems perfectly fine under the weight of both me and Harlequin, considering I’m already feeling my body go numb from Harlequin’s weight alone. I think I hear them both purring, which is something I didn’t even know they could do. 

I wake up later in the morning, finding Harlequin rolled over and laying on my chest, while Pierrot has me laying directly on top of him. My body is uncomfortable and sore from not rolling over in the middle of the night like I usually do. The two seem to still be sleeping, but I’m starting to get pins and needles so I reluctantly sit up. I try to push Harlequin off of me, and I hear him snicker as I struggle.

“Prick”

I mumble, earning a gasp from him as he opens his eyes to look at me. He gives me his puppy dog eyes, mocking Pierrot.

“My lady!”

Harlequin calls, mimicking Pierrot’s accent almost too good. I stifle my laughter as he finally rolls off of me, stretching and pulling me up into his arms with ease, helping me stand up. My legs almost buckle from pins and needles, but Harlequin catches me against him and doesn’t seem to mind.

Pierrot stirs when he realizes I’m not on him anymore, and sits up to look at us both. Sometime throughout the night he must've taken off his hat, for his horns were bare on his head without cover. Additionally, he must have smudged his face paint on something, considering there were grey streaks through it, revealing his face. Harlequin also notices, looking away and laughing behind his hand. Pierrot glares at the green clown, huffing and standing up. They seem to be at home in my house, considering Pierrot walks straight to the bathroom and (I assume) washes his face. I could hear the sink running.

I step away from Harlequin, sitting on the edge of my bed, looking up at him. He catches my gaze, leaning down and caging me with his arms by my sides. 

“How did you sleep, ma’am?”

He spoke, voice lower than usual from having just woken up. He smirks, glancing unsubtly at my lips as I reply, not even registering what I was saying until after.

“Well someone was trying to suffocate me with their body, and I couldn’t roll over the entire night, so..”

His smirk falters after a short silence, wow does he have a slow reaction.

“I was NOT trying to suffocate you-”

I grin, tilting my head and leaning back on my hands. 

“Sure, so you laying on me the entire night was your act of love and devotion towards me?”

He stutters, I seem to have caught him off guard as he stumbled for a reply.

“I just- You are very … nice to lay on, ma’am..”

He mumbled the last part of his sentence, blushing just barely. I reach a hand out, cupping his cheek as I make him look at me again. I notice Pierrot in the corner of my eye, standing by the bathroom door, clearly jealous of the display of affection I was showing Harlequin.

“Well, you’re mildly better than having a car lay on me, so.”

“MILDLY?!” 

He exclaims, dramatically clutching his chest, feigning offense. I smiled lightly, holding back laughter. He pulls away from my hand, crossing his arms and looking away as Pierrot came by to lay by my side like a puppy. My hand reached out to touch the top of his head and he leaned into my touch. Harlequin ignored him, still going on his rant.

“Right, well Pierrot doesn’t think I’m heavy.”

“He’s a fatass”

Pierrot swore casually, still grinning and blushing like an idiot with my hand pressed to his face. Harlequin grimaced, rolling his eyes and taking a seat next to me. 

“Will you be coming to the circus tonight, ma’am?”

Harlequin spoke softly, looking sideways at me, glancing at the hand pressed to Pierrot’s now bare face.

“I suppose I will, what acts are on tonight?”

Harlequin reaches out for my free hand, fidgeting with it as he spoke,

“Jester’s tent, mine, and the ticket taker’s.”

I watched his hands as he touched mine, oddly gentle with me. It made a faint blush erupt on my cheeks, I couldn’t believe he was flustering me from THIS alone!

“I look forward to yours, Harlequin.”

I smile weakly, ignoring the blush on my cheeks. He seemed to have noticed, considering his eyes linger on my cheeks a tad too long. His fingers weakly intertwine with mine, pressing my nails against his fingers.

“I’ll be sure to entertain you, ma’am.”

Pierrot was quiet for the whole of our chat, still just enjoying my hand pressed against his bare skin. He seemed curious about elsewhere in my room, I guess trying to ignore our conversation. His eyes trailed down my arm, staring at the way Harlequin touched my hand so gently, like I was fragile. … Which, to them, I suppose I am.

“You’re entertaining even when you don’t try, Harlequin.”

He looks up at me, giving me a look of mock offense.

“I hope you mean that in a good way, ma’am.”

He mumbles, squinting his eyes as he glares lightly at me.

“You have to practice for your act, right?”

I ask, looking down at my hand in his, gently squeezing his fingers as I waited for his response.

“Well, not exactly. I should, but I’m just so good I don’t need practice.”

He smirks but I can tell he’s exaggerating, even if only slightly.

“I don’t have work today, would you mind if I stopped by to watch?”

His eyes light up lightly, curious. 

“I only have to go through my story, it’s not so much as practice, as would be for Pierrot’s.” He casts a glance at Pierrot, who looks like he’s fallen asleep again.

“Though, no, I wouldn’t mind, ma’am.”

He grins, tugging my hand up to place against his chest, gazing at me with a teasing look.

“Not even gone and you miss me already? You just want to look at this eye candy all~ day, huh..”

What. I don’t think I even had time to think before I blurted out my defence, my hand trembling lightly against his chest.

“What?? I am simply just free! All day,  today!”

He doesn’t seem to care for my excuses, his shit eating grin still plastered on his face. His unmasked face. Looking at his face made my eyes glance at his mask, which he obviously noticed. But before he could mention it I reached out to press a hand against his cheek. I noticed a faint blush as he thought about what to say but ultimately settled for silence. He leaned into my touch, not seeming to mind it… If anything, he totally liked it. But I doubt he’d ever admit it aloud.

I cupped his cheek, pulling him in and leaning towards him. He seemed to realize what I was trying to do, because he glanced away from embarrassment, a look of surprise or hesitancy on his face. My lips were barely an inch away from his, I wanted him to be comfortable with it, he looked nervous. I waited patiently, watching as his eyes darted around before he suddenly grabbed my cheeks with his hands, tugging me the last inch closer and shoving his lips against mine. It wasn’t soft at first, feverish and rough like he wanted to make up for being so nervous earlier. I didn’t really have it in me to match his pace, and he noticed, slowing down politely to kiss me gently.

He was sweet, both physically and emotionally, he wanted to be seen as something tough, dominant, maybe even something to fear. But I don’t think he really wanted that. He treats me with so much gentleness, like he’s afraid he really will scare me away.

I get lost in my thoughts as we’re kissing, I hardly notice him pinning me against the bed and sticking his tongue out to lap at my bottom lip.

When I first met him, I knew all he wanted was to make Pierrot jealous, but as I grew closer to him, he just kept getting sweeter. If all he wanted was Pierrot’s jealousy, he wouldn’t come by when Pierrot’s not around just to talk with me, to watch me do my hobbies, or take interest in anything I had to say about him. But he did, so clearly it’s going far past just ‘making Pierrot jealous’, right? 

My hands rake up his back, feeling him arch into me and pin my body down with his, my hands gently reaching up to tangle in his hair and tug him closer to me, pressing our bodies together like burning stars.

See, if he really only wanted to use me, he wouldn’t be making out with me so quietly as Pierrot slept soundly next to us, right? Or is the thrill of Pierrot waking to find us what’s really fuelling him right now.

His hands trail up my sides, slipping behind my back and hugging my waist, my already arched back making room for him to hug me even while I’m pinned against the bed. I make a quiet noise against his lips, his knee coming up between my thighs to press against my growing heat. His lips muffled my noises only barely, and I could feel Pierrot stirring next to us. Harlequin pulled away from my lips only enough to cover my mouth with his hand, pressing harder against my crotch and sliding his knee against it to press his thigh into me. The feeling made my knees weak as I let out a muffled whine, trying my hardest to bite my tongue and shut up. His other hand trailed up my hips and under my shirt, pressing against my stomach and leaving goosebumps in its trail. He rubbed his thigh against me, making my eyes roll back in pleasure. I reached out, wanting to grab something, anything, to steady myself, if I didn’t I was sure I was gonna pass out. I held onto the wrist of the hand that clamped my mouth shut, my fingers brushing against his veins, making his pulse stutter. I could feel his pulse hammering through the veins in his wrist, and it made me shiver from how much I was affecting him.

He leaned in, whispering in my ear,

“Be a good girl, don’t wake Pierrot now..”

My breath stuttered in my throat, leaving me hiccupping as his leg grinded against me, I couldn’t help the roll of my hips as I tried to give myself pleasure. I could feel knots in my stomach from his teasing, his voice in my ear and slight panting was making me feel better than I’d like to admit. He pulled away slightly from in between my legs, his hand that was once on my stomach now trailing lower and lower to the waistband of my pants, tugging them down just enough to slip his hand against my underwear, he palmed me through the soaked material, fingers pressing against my heat, making me muffle out a cry as he pressed his hand against my mouth tighter.

“Quiet, ma’am, or else I’d have to stop… and we both don’t want that”

My hips bucked up from his voice, pressing against his fingers, I needed it so bad. I wanted HIM so bad.

I whined out against his hand, I couldn’t help it, my eyes glancing over at Pierrot in worry. If he woke up and saw us like this I think I would actually die from embarrassment. He seems to still be sleeping, somehow.

“You’re so pretty when you’re trying so hard.”

Harlequin’s voice invades my head, his whispers sending shivers down my spine as I bite back another whimper. His hand presses harder against my mouth, his eyes staring at me as he mumbles another praise.

“Good girl.”

His fingers slip my panties to the side, making room for him to slip his finger inside me with ease. My eyes widened in discomfort and embarrassment. I whined out against his hand lewdly when I saw Pierrot stir from the corner of my eye. I struggle to take Harlequin’s hands off me, but he seems content with letting Pierrot see our show. Pierrot opens his eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to both the light and the sight in front of him. His face immediately lightens with blush, his eyes widening in embarrassment. 

“My- My lady???”

His eyes rake over my body, landing on Harlequin’s hand in my pants. He immediately frowns, jealous and upset. He looks like he’s gonna tackle Harlequin, but he just stares. I can’t even tell what he’s thinking, my thoughts are still hazy, though even if I could think straight I don’t think I’d be able to tell what he’s contemplating.

He reaches out, taking Harlequin’s hand off my mouth, staring at my face in earnest pity?

“My lady, I can please you better than he..”

He glares at Harlequin when he mentions ‘he’, clearly upset. Harlequin’s finger curls inside of me, making me exclaim lewdly despite my protests of embarrassment. Pierrot blushes furiously, glaring at Harlequin, who’s only grinning back. Harlequin’s fingers move slowly inside me, stroking me and curling with such ease and delicacy I wonder how many times he’s done this before. I bite my lip to muffle the obscene noises he’s making me whine out. He took his hand off my mouth while Pierrot watched dumbstruck, blushing and still noticeably jealous. My thighs tremble, my hips rolling against Harlequin’s hand, wanting him deeper inside of me. His fingers stop their pace, stilling inside me, eliciting a frustrated groan from me as I tilt my head back and arch my back in frustration. I can’t even see what happened. It was so quick, but the next thing I know is Pierrot’s lips are muffling my obscene moans as they start up again and I can feel hands all over myself. I can tell their hands apart from size, Harlequin’s still inside me, and another (assumingly his) pressed up against my chest. Pierrot’s mouth is  all over my lips, jaw, and neck, nipping and lapping at the skin. His hands are holding my hips down, stilling my movement. He’s strong, I can hardly shift my hips under his grip, I can only rely on Harlequin’s fingers to get off. I hissed a curse as I felt Harlequin’s hand trail down my stomach, his touch featherlight and making goosebumps wake in its path. Harlequin was taking his sweet time on me, obviously not trying to actually get me off.

I could feel the tension in my stomach building up, and with Pierrot’s sweet mouth leaving hickeys on my neck, I knew I wouldn’t last.

“Pierr- ngh~ fuck- pleasee.. please don’t tease.. Harlequin~..”

I begged, trying to move my hips to no avail. Harlequin drank in my words, grinning bigger with the way I whined his name. His hands moved to the waistband of my shorts, pulling my panties down with it. I blushed ferociously, my thighs squeezing together to hide my exposed genitalia, only for Harlequin’s hands to spread them with no effort. (fuck, he was strong.) I glanced over at Pierrot, his eyes staring straight at the lewd scene, clearly blushing and infatuated with me. 

This was so embarrassing. 

I felt goosebumps on my thighs from the air hitting my nude lower half, and I couldn’t move as Harlequin leaned in and started lapping at my dripping cunt. I squirmed under both their grasps, but they refused to let me move at all.

I couldn’t even recognize my own voice anymore, it was whiny and pathetic, I didn’t even know I could sound like this.

Pierrot’s hand slipped down to play with me as Harlequin’s tongue worked his way inside of me, curling against my walls and swallowing my wet. My thighs started to tremble, my vision dazed and hazy as I started to cry out their names, every time Harlequin groaned, I could feel it inside of me, god if that wasn’t a feeling I wish I could remember forever. 

I could feel the tension in my stomach building, my legs feeling weaker and weaker as my voice started to grow hoarse. I was pathetic in every way and they seemed to ravish it. It wasn’t until I noticed Pierrot palming himself as he nibbled and licked my neck, that I actually came. I think I almost blacked out from the intensity of it, I shut my eyes, my body writhing as I practically painted Harlequin’s face. I tried to swallow my moans, whiny hums leaving my throat as I felt Harlequin’s tongue slowly dragging against my insides. When it was over I felt so sensitive his tongue almost started to hurt me. I begged him to stop, my hands reaching out to tug on his hair to pull him away from in between my thighs, and eventually he did let up, but rested his chin on my stomach as he watched me pant for breath. He was so pretty, even when he had drool and cum all over his mouth. Pierrot was playing with my hair, I hadn’t even noticed the stinging sensation on my neck from how much he was leaving hickeys on me. He twirled a strand around his finger gently, gazing down at me like I was the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Which, embarrassingly, made my stomach do flips.

I reached out for Pierrot’s hand in my hair, pulling it down to my face so I could kiss his knuckles. I watched as his face heated up. I could handle another round, right? I took his fingers, wrapping my lips around his index and middle, swirling my tongue as I let my saliva coat them. God, I would kill to see him turn that red again, I think I stopped his heart for a moment– or made him cum in his pants right then and there. 

He stared intently at me, he wouldn’t dare look away from me. Harlequin was annoyed by the lack of attention, and scooted up over me to place kisses against my throat, positioning his body in between my legs as he rubbed his bulge against my nude lower region. I whimpered from the contact, my teeth grazing against Pierrot’s knuckles, making him groan and buck his hips. I noticed and reached my hand out for his crotch, palming him through the soft material of his costume. He cursed and doubled over, panting and twitching. God, he’s so sensitive it’s almost pathetic. I watched as he trembled under my touch, bucking his hips into my hand for more friction. 

haha cliff hanger

or something </3

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Guys I am cooking up something scrumptious

I’ve been writing and editing it for like the past month whenever I’m bored in class

And I think it’s about ready to be posted

It’s HEAVY SMUT

And I’m bad at smut (maybe)

But it’s okay, you get the point

SAY HIP HIP HURRAY FOR HARLEQUIN/MC/PIERROT SMUT YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!😍😍😍😍

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Comfort

(Jester&MC), (Harlequin/MC/Pierrot)

third part, and possibly final? i’ll make another part if people seem to like this 😅 additionally i kinda gave up towards the end and had no idea where to go with this, so it’s unreasonably shitty ><

Harlequin/Mc/Pierrot implied fluff towards the end. :3

Part 1!

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Part 2!

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I was seated towards the back of Jester’s audience, I don’t know why I bothered to come.

Yes, I did tell him I was going to come by and watch, but I don’t think he would’ve cared if I hadn’t. I shoved my hands into my pockets, watching as he lounged atop the stage, narrating the story. I guess I liked listening to their stories. Sure, most of their re-enactments weren’t exactly what happened that night, but I felt like I was getting somewhere. Only bits and pieces connected, and if I could focus on the parts that stay the same for every one, then… But I can always visit Columbina again, her story is (probably) the most accurate retelling of what happened that night. Though I still wasn’t sure what happened before that night. Maybe I should talk more with Pierrot. Speaking of which, would alcohol work the same way on their kind as it does on humans? If I got both Harlequin and Pierrot drunk enough, surely I’d be able to ask them questions they won’t have any choice but to answer– if that’s not enough then I’m sure I could convince them. Though unsightly.

I shook my head to snap out of it, trying to focus on the story. Only to realize he had added?

There was now another fool, making the cast 7. Additionally, the fool … looked like me?

Wait, what was this about? Where in the story is this taking place? What is he doing? I stared, curious and confused about the story. I watched as the fool (mine) watched the events unfold from the sidelines, and stayed there until time in the story had passed and the monsters came to their human forms.

My fool then …what?

Started to harass Jester??? Oh, is this Purple asshole trying to play the victim card?

His fool cowered in fear under mine, as he narrated the events along the lines of

‘Threatening, Guilt-tripping, Manipulating’

Wow. What a wonderful story. I wonder how this is going to resolve. 

I blinked lazily, my once infuriated confused expression now simmering down to one of boredom. His fool ran back to the other monsters, crying and pitiful, while retelling the events of what had just conspired.

The story somehow ended with me (my fool) in chains, following behind Jester’s fool like a dog on a leash. Yeah, okay, prick.

I stayed seated after the audience left, still pissy about it. Jester appeared before me as always, grinning that sick grin of his.

“How did our red ticket guest enjoy today's show?”

He tilted his head, that shit eating grin making me roll my eyes and frown.

“Hated it, actually.”

I stated, matter of factly. I didn’t bother making a sarcastic remark. He hummed, obviously not actually caring what I had to say.

“You really think you’re gonna have the upper hand one day? That one day you will have me in ‘chains’? Follow you on my knees like a dog?”

I watched as every word of mine only made him grin wider. What a bitch.

“Eventually.”

He spoke, his tone slow and methodic, as if relishing the word slipping off his tongue. It sent a shiver down my spine despite the fact I’m supposed to have the upper hand over him.

“As if I would let that happen. And you know you can’t go to the others and ‘gaslight’ them into thinking I’m mean to you. We both know they would never fall for it.”

He kept a smile plastered on his face. I couldn’t tell if it was real, and he knew something I didn’t, or if it was just his poker face.

“We’ll see.”

He simply stated, watching my reaction as if it was the most amusing thing in the world.

I didn’t reply. I crossed my arms, sinking into my seat, glancing away from him. It was an odd silence, not one you could exactly call comforting, but neither of us broke the silence for a while. He looked almost troubled, as if trying to think of what to say, or rather, whether or not he should say it.

“Pierrot and Harlequin love you so, you know.”

I glanced back, he still had his poker face grin, but he looked away when I met his gaze. Where was he going with this?

“I’m aware, Jester.”

He didn’t look at me, it was hard to tell what he was thinking. He kept his head turned slightly to the side, as if in thought. I waited, after all I didn’t have anything else to say to him.

“I didn’t want to do it.”

I blinked. I opened my mouth to utter a ‘what?’ but the word wouldn’t come out. I swallowed, thinking over the endless possibilities of what he could’ve meant by that. “Do what?” 

My voice was quiet and strained, it was clear I wasn’t sure what he meant, and even more evidently clear that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know.

“There was no other choice.”

. . .

What am I supposed to say to that? Why is he telling me this– is he trying to guilt trip me?

I think I’m reading the room wrong but he looks painfully… remorseful.

“I’m sorry, Jester.”

I wasn’t prepared, nor could I think of anything else I could say. He refused to meet my gaze, and I desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. He went quiet after I said my words, though he glanced at me once more, as if to say something but deciding not to. While he kept his gaze low, he spoke, “You have every right to be upset.”

I could tell he wanted to say more, but he couldn’t seem to get his words out. His mouth hung open for a second more, before he clenched his jaw shut with frustration. 

“No, I really am sorry, I shouldn’t have acted the way I did with you, I was scared, I hope you understand.”

He glanced at me, looked away, and finally looked back at me and held my gaze. 

“You shouldn’t be sorry, I tried to kill you, guest.”

Well he’s not wrong, my actions could be excused– but so could his. I still don’t have the story straight, Columbina’s story isn’t entirely told to me, and with the others changing the narrative, I’m not sure if I’ll ever get the full story. I wish to ask the others, but I can’t help but admit I’m afraid of what they’ll say if they find out I’m digging through their lore. I held his gaze, and for once, he didn’t have that shit eating grin plastered on his face. It was a neutral expression, he wasn’t smiling. Was- ? I couldn’t tell if this was some tactic to catch me off guard, but there was no reason for him to, right? There’s nothing he could want from me, he already knows I would never tell the others of what he did, and he knows the others wouldn’t excuse my absence. 

“No, I understand. No one else in the circus knows, it’s a natural impulse to want to… you know, cover it up.”

He looked away for the entirety of my words, not wanting to meet my gaze. I didn’t think I was staring at him very rudely, but I made an effort to make my expression softer. For his sake.

“How could you have known? I made sure no one would.. I don’t..”

His voice was soft and almost on the verge of trembling. Oh my god, do I have the chance to comfort Jester? THE Jester?! He kept his gaze on the floor, terrified of meeting my eyes. He knew he looked horrifically vulnerable, but he wasn’t trying to hide it.

I didn’t have a response towards his question. How was I supposed to tell him I see Columbina in my dreams? That she haunts me in the mirror, in my sleep, even in the circus I can see her figure lurking in the desolate shadows.

“It’s okay.”

My voice came out softer than I had expected, apparently he didn’t either because he snapped his head back to meet my eyes. What the hell was I saying? It was not okay, not at all, he should’ve taken the blame. But, I hate to admit it. 

I would’ve done the same.

His gaze was soft, he didn’t smile. He had a neutral expression, but I could see the hurt in his eyes. Cloudy, depressing, filled with the heavy weight of the choices he had to bear.

I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating, I saw him blink rapidly, was he crying?

“Jester, it’s okay. You did what you had to.”

I stood up from my seat, grossly worried for him. He kept his blank gaze on me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s reliving the past. 

He took a shaky breath, trying to calm himself down. I would’ve reached out to comfort him, but I still had no idea what he thought of me. ,,, and if this was some elaborate scheme so he could slit my throat later. cough cough

I took slow steps closer, almost a foot away from him before I stopped in my tracks. He was staring at me blankly, I wondered if he noticed I was moving closer or not. I wanted to reach out to comfort him, to help him, I really wanted to. I heard a shout from outside. It was Harlequin, standing at the entrance of Jester’s tent.

“Get away from her, Jester.”

He hissed, stepping closer towards us. I took shaky steps backwards, away from Jester. His expression changed. He was smiling like always. What had happened? How come I hardly remember… what we talked about just now? I knew my worried expression didn’t go unnoticed, because he only grinned wider at seeing my discomfort. Harlequin walked up to us, making sure to stand in front of me, in between Jester and I. 

“Harley, where were you? I couldn’t find you!”

He didn’t reply, he was in a glaring match with Jester apparently. The two didn’t converse, and clearly Harlequin was more upset than Jester was… or with what Jester showed, considering he was still grinning again.

What had happened? Was any of what Jester said the truth? No, what’s more, does Jester actually feel guilty for it? If I talked to him alone, would he allow me to comfort him? He said no one else in the circus knew of what happened, am I really the only one aside from himself who knows? Surely he would want to bank on it, he could use me for his own comfort! I had to ignore the intrusive thoughts that came along with that one. Haha…

Harlequin took my hand and dragged me out of Jester’s tent, clearly uncomfortable. The two hadn’t spoken a word to each other while I was there, only glaring at each other.

Harlequin waited until we were inside his tent to hug me, his arms wrapping around my body and squeezing too tightly for me to enjoy it.

“Harley- Harley I can’t breathe”

I choked out, and Harlequin loosened his grip on me. He stepped back and took my hands into his, staring intently into my eyes to read my expression. 

“Did he touch you? I heard what happened from Pierrot, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, I was foolish, I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t have left you.”

He went on and on about how sorry he was, but I had long forgotten about it and hardly even cared anymore, my attention elsewhere. I took his hands gently, brushing my fingers against his wrist, feeling his fluttering pulse under my fingertips. I looked him dead in the eyes, my expression as soft as I could make it,

“It’s not your fault, don’t worry Harlequin. He didn’t hurt me, I’m okay.”

He noticeably sighed and deflated, feeling better just from my words of reassurance alone. 

“I don’t know what I would do if he had.” He groans, looking down at me with such a sad expression– it makes my heart throb with how pathetic he almost looks. I carefully intertwined my fingers with his, taking him along with me as I dragged him over to his bed. He complied, and once we got close enough he took off his hat, his mask, his jacket. He let out a frustrated groan/sigh before laying down on top of me. It was hard to breathe, but I suppose I had gotten used to it by now.

“Harlequin, really, it’s okay, you couldn’t have expected him to react like that.” He buried his face into my shoulder, I could tell he was sniffing me from the long inhales he took. I used to think it was weird but considering I fell asleep in his bed because it smelled like him, I don’t think I get to have a say anymore.

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He laid on me for maybe half an hour, I could tell he wasn’t sleeping from his uneven breathing. I tapped him on his back lightly. As much as I would love to stay here all night, I had work in the morning, additionally I have to admit, I do not want to stay here. He groggily rolled off of me, sitting up in his bed and looking at me. I had to stop myself from staring and admiring his maskless face.

“I really should go home, Harlequin. Would you like to walk me home?”

He beamed at the request, standing up quickly speaking as he grabbed his casual wear from his wardrobe. 

“Obviously, I will..! …Do I get to stay?”

I almost scoffed at the question, of course he could. 

Both Pierrot and Harlequin have started to change into their casual attire when they hung out with me, (on days when the circus was closed.) to avoid attracting unwanted attention. Additionally, considering we could only ever really hang out at night (After their performances), if they walked around in their circus outfits, I think someone would definitely call the police on them. It was mainly my idea, and they only let me see them like that because of an awkward meeting with Pierrot at the supermarket. Well, awkward for him, I was astonished by how good he looked in casual wear… aha.

Harlequin was wearing an oversized grey hoodie, black cargo pants, and trainers(sneakers). He waited for me to lead, walking behind me like a dog. I wouldn’t say it though, I knew it would upset him. Afterall, he still thinks of himself as someone big and bad. (Or, subconsciously tries to show himself like that.)

We walked through the now quiet town, streets only lit up by streetlights, most or every store closed except for corner shops that claimed to be open 24/7. Harlequin kept his hood up, covering his horns. He didn’t need his mask, it was dark and there was hardly if not anyone on the streets to see him. Calmly we crept closer towards my flat, though it was on the outskirts of the small city we were in, it was still a very decent building. The only reason I was able to pay rent while being a barista was because I knew the landlady from family relations. She was my mother’s best friend in high school, which luckily for me meant I got to pay the rent with a small discount. It was times like this that I’m glad my mother is such a chatterbox.

We entered the quiet building, walking up the steps to the second floor where I resided, quiet music audible from a room down the hall from mine. I unlocked the door, letting Harlequin in first as I shut the door behind us. My residence was fairly clean, (thanks, Pierrot..) and merchandise/posters from my hobbies and interests plastered the walls and shelves, making the rooms feel more lived in. 

I flipped on the light, kicking off my shoes and heading towards my bedroom. I opened the door to find Pierrot sleeping on my bed. Really? Harlequin noticed, gesturing for me to stay quiet as he crept over to Pierrot’s side, slowly reaching out with a pillow, about to fucking suffocate the poor dude. Okay, I didn’t say anything, so yes partly I had a play in this, whatever.

Harlequin jumped on Pierrot, smothering his face with a pillow as Pierrot tried to sit up in a panic. Harlequin almost got punched before he finally let up and took the pillow off Pierrot’s face. Yeah, I have to admit, it was priceless. Pierrot was still noticeably groggy from sleep, maybe even half asleep, as he glared (albeit not so) menacingly towards Harlequin and mumbled something Portuguese, earning a dramatic gasp from Harlequin, before glancing over and meeting my gaze. He immediately blushed realizing I was in the same room as him, (MY BEDROOM!) and he quickly stood up, trying to fix my bedsheets.

“Someone was enjoying themselves?”

I asked, amusement lacing my tone. He bashfully brought his hands up defensively trying to wave off the implication.

“My lady, I was waiting for you! I swear- I didn’t do anything-”

He stammered, and though at first I didn’t mean anything by what I said, his stammering made me think he really did do something in my bed. Oh, well, nothing new.

“Well, thanks, Pierrot, that was sweet of you.”

Harlequin rolled his eyes, bringing his hand up in a mocking manner when Pierrot started talking.

“Oh, no, my lady, I wanted to see that you made it home safely! I wasn’t sure where you were, and I didn’t want to miss you if I had waited for you elsewhere-!”

I shook my head, trying to stop him from his rambling. I flopped down onto my bed, the short walk back to my flat seemed to have tired me out, along with the other happenings of the day. I could still faintly smell Pierrot’s scent on my pillow.

I turned my head to look over at the two, who were silently bickering with each other. I reached my hand out, calling for them both to come over onto my bed with me.

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i’m working on the part three of my jester fanfics 😭😭

it’s taking longer than i hoped, i’m struggling with making the story longer, additionally im trying to keep it from being just dialogue 😅😅

a few more days, i should be able to post it by this weekend, and possibly it should be long-ish… ?

if anyone who read the first two parts sees this, could you comment whether you prefer how it’s going now, or if you want more romance between the two (jester & mc)

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Blackmail. Jester & Manipulator!MC

The part II to my last fanfic with Jester! I wasn't sure if you guys wanted it to be Jester x MC or not, but it didn't end that way, ahah,,, ofc if you guys want enemies to lover, then read it with that tone (wink wink)

Part 1 is this link!

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💬 4  🔁 2  ❤️ 65 · A talk with Jester. TFC fanfic!!! not really an 'x mc' kind of fic, but theres a small bit of mc x pierrot towards the en

MC is in Harlequin's tent, it's before the circus opens, a little later in the afternoon. (Pierrot x MC x Harlequin)

Manipulator!MC x Mastermind!Jester trope?

My hands were cupping his cheeks sweetly, his hands on my hips as he stared lovingly down at me. His beautiful black curls framing his face, his glowing green eyes staring delicately upon me. He was leaning into my touch, relishing the gentleness I gave him.

My cold hands could feel the heat of his face, the light blush dusting over his pitch black skin. His mask was moved upwards and resting atop his head like a pair of glasses. My thumb rubbed circles against his bare cheek, taking my sweet time to take in every little detail about him.

He first took his mask off for me last week when he brought me into his tent, but it had been so dark I couldn’t see anything. The other night he came by for comfort, and he let me take his mask off, in my dimly lit bedroom. I didn’t run when I saw him, I had already expected him not to be human.

Now whenever we’re together alone, he can take everything off, his mask— both metaphorical and physical, his hat, and even change into casual wear around me.

We stared into each others eyes for too long, it didn’t matter anyway, we both didn’t feel like pulling away just yet. I watched as his eyes suddenly darted towards the entrance of his tent, his eyes widening as he cursed and quickly rushed outside.

I stood in shock, watching as he left. He had barely managed to put his hat back on before he exited the tent. My hands felt heavy, the lingering warmth of his skin against my hands made them feel colder than before.

I knew better than to chase after him, I didn’t know what the others would do to me. I followed silently, up to the flap of the tent and stood quietly, hoping to hear at the very least whoever it was he had left me for. I heard nothing.

I felt my blood run cold. I was starting to get pissed as the minutes ticked by. Who was it who caught Harlequin’s attention? Who stole him away from me? He’s mine and mine alone, damn whoever the fuck took his attention away even for the slightest. I had to take deep breaths just to remind myself to calm down, I would hate to be seen like this.

I waited patiently, he’d return, it’s his tent after all. I sat on the edge of his bed, before eventually curling up in the middle of it. It smelled like him. It was enough to calm me down, soothing me into a sound sleep.

I suddenly awoke to a strange feeling. Although I usually had nightmares, this feeling was different. No, my sleep was just fine, quite peaceful really. But it felt as if I were being watched. I glanced around the dark tent, weary of my surroundings. I sat up, blinking away the remaining sleep from my eyes. Adjusting to the darkness, I could see the faint glow of two purple eyes staring at me from the entrance of Harlequin’s tent. Shit.

I tugged the sheets off of myself, standing up and adjusting my now wrinkled clothes. Jester took slow steps closer to me, now that he saw I had woken up.

“Why didn’t you run, guest.”

He said the word ‘guest’ with such venom you could almost hear it as ‘pest.’

“What?”

I spoke rather flatly, clearly not understanding what he meant. Why should I have run? What was this about?

“You saw his face. He had his mask off. It is strictly forbidden.”

His words pierced through the silence in the tent, sending a shiver down my spine. Shit. He knows. Was that why Harlequin bolted? Then, why hasn’t he returned?

“Where’s Harlequin.”

It came out as a rather flat statement, I couldn’t control the annoyance in my own words. I wanted Harlequin, and I also knew Jester was keeping him from me.

“Pet. Know your place. Do not speak to me in that tone.”

Jester practically scolded me, making me grimace with discomfort. I thought through my options in mere seconds.

Run behind Jester and dart towards Pierrot’s tent. The odds he was even there wasn’t exactly in my favor, not to mention it was practically on the other side of the circus. Jester would most likely catch me, if not then the others would.

Pretend to play into his trap. Now, this alone had two options. To act like I didn’t know they weren’t humans, and let Jester reveal it himself, or simply tell him everything he wants to hear.

Tell the truth.

For someone like me, no way in hell would I ever end up telling the truth, especially not for nothing.

“I’m sorry, Jester.”

I spoke quietly, eyes darting away nervously as he eyed me.

“Harlequin is not allowed to speak to you again.”

My mouth opened and closed, words failing me. There’s no way. What does he mean by that?

“What are you talking about?”

My voice was shrill, cracking towards the end as my eyes landed on his face. He was smiling like always, part of me believed he was almost ecstatic to be tormenting me like this, but I wasn’t going to let it end like this.

“Why do you have a say in who he sees?”

I continued, eyes dead set on Jester. My options were limited. Jester would never go down without a fight. But I also needed to know what was happening in his mind. His poker face made this beyond difficult.

“As leader of the circus. I make the rules for all my members. Do not speak to him again.”

I almost scoffed. I felt as if I had no survival instincts anymore. He would’ve instilled fear into me had it been any other situation, but I wanted Harlequin— And I always get what I want.

“No. I will speak to him again. I will speak to him whenever I please, actually.”

I offered, tilting my head. I kept a straight face, I wasn’t going to be swayed no matter what the purple fool uttered to me.

“You will not. You will tell me everything you know.”

I froze. What? I don’t want to speak to Harlequin, actually. Maybe it’s for the-

“Stop!”

A scream tore through the tent. I recognized the voice as my own. But I don’t remember opening my mouth. What was happening? Jester stared at me with that blank grin of his, it was starting to piss me off.

“I know what you’re doing. I know what you made Harlequin do. I won’t bow down to you. I want Harlequin, I won’t let you stop me from seeing him.”

Words left my mouth faster than I could think. What was happening? I felt delayed almost, as if time was too slow. Or was it too fast?

Jester snarled in return, taking threatening steps closer towards me. In response I took a few steps backwards, hardly as steady as him. But I was desperate to leave space in between us.

“How dare you. You think you’re so entitled. The circus’s secrets are for the circus. Not some human stray like you. Do not meddle in our affairs. You will stay away from Harlequin, and that’s final.”

I tripped over my own feet, back brushing against the wall of the tent we were in. I glanced to the side, surely there had to be another way out.

“Where is Harlequin, Jester?”

My voice shook with a fragility I hadn’t heard in myself since I was a teenager. Jester didn’t respond to any of my questions, nothing I said seemed to have an effect on him.

“I will not stay away from Harlequin. I don’t care what you say.”

He was growing increasingly agitated, his normally composed personality now tearing at the seams with annoyance. All because of me. I almost felt proud. If not for the situation.

“I will see Harlequin again–”

“-You will not! Be seeing him. Get that through that brainless skull of yours, human. I refuse to let you see him. And now you won’t be leaving this circus again.”

shit. What?

“You’re gonna kill me? for what?”

“What do you mean, ‘for what?’ you know the circus's secrets, why would I ever let you leave?”

I waited. He was going to attack first, wouldn’t he? If I waited, I could dodge and run for it. That is, if I could even dodge him. It was an agonizing whole minute of silence. Neither moved. What was this- stalemate? no, it was checkmate, Jester could kill me at any moment.

“Why didn’t you run.”

He repeated the first question from earlier. I watched him, he wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t look so mad as before. Could I play my cards right?

“Why would I run?”

He glared at me. Okay, not that dumb.

“I don’t have a reason to. Harlequin isn’t… He’s just as deserving of everything I can give, just as Pierrot is. —You of all people should know that, Jester.”

He frowned at the implication.

“Curious. So you put it together? You’re a smart human, I have to say.”

I wasn’t gonna fall for that mere crumb of a compliment. Anything and everything that fell from his lips were entirely made up lies to get me to go to him. So that’s what this was. He didn’t feel like chasing me.

“Fine. I will let you see Harlequin again.”

He would never change his mind, don’t be an idiot.

“Really?”

My voice was eager, eyes shining brightly from the words he uttered.

“Yes.”

God, he was a good liar. He even started grinning, like usual. But I knew it was a sadistic grin.

“Where is he?”

Jester frowned, shaking his head.

“I did punish him for revealing so much to you. He’s currently in the Doctor's tent. Would you follow me?”

Shit. I didn’t have much of a choice. Doctor’s tent was at least closer to Pierrot’s, only barely.

“Sure! Thank you, Jester.”

I smiled, batting my lashes like a little kid given candy. My legs didn’t want to move, but I had to. I had to play the part. Play along.

I took small steps up to Jester, waiting for him to move. He turned on his heel, leading me towards the Doctor's tent.

I had no way of knowing how much of it was the truth. Was Harlequin actually hurt? Was it really my fault?

They passed by the Ticket Taker’s tent, and almost to the Doctor's tent, before Jester spoke.

“He had to be moved to the Black tent, so he wouldn’t be seen by guests.”

I nodded silently, keeping an eager smile painted on my face. When Jester turned his back towards me again, I took my chance and ran as fast as I could.

I was never athletic in the sense that I enjoyed sports, but gods if adrenaline wasn’t all I could feel right now.

I ran as fast as my legs would take me, no doubt Jester was mere inches behind me.

I practically collapsed onto the floor of Pierrot’s tent, tilting my head up from the floor to look around.

Empty.

Pierrot wasn’t there.

Where could he-

I was dragged upwards, a hand tight on the collar of my jacket. I was lifted up as if I had been caught on a machine, Jester blankly staring at me.

“You almost fooled me, pet.”

My fingers dug into the collar of my jacket, desperately trying not to choke from the neckline digging into my throat.

“Please- Wait- I’m sorry-”

“What was the saying? Oh, yes, ‘curiosity killed the cat.’”

I grimaced at the phrase, my eyes clouding over and face burning.

“Pierrot will never forgive you. Harlequin will know it was your doing.”

He paused, merely staring at me as I hung from his claws.

“I won’t be taking responsibility. A leader has a reputation to uphold.”

I thrashed violently, the words sending sparks of anger through me. I couldn’t die like this, not when I knew he would pin it all on Harlequin again. Pierrot and him were just starting to get along, how dare he try to ruin Harlequin again. Countless nights were spent in my bed trying to comfort Harlequin, guilt eating him alive every single night. Jester was heartless. Not calculated, no, I wouldn’t give him the compliment of being smart.

“Even if you ruin Harlequins reputation again, Pierrot and Harlequin will fight just as they always do, but you seem to overlook how much they’ll grieve for me.

– Face it, Jester. They love me. And you know you would break their hearts, maybe they’ll grieve so bad they’ll leave the circus. What would you do, Jester? You know you’re not good enough to comfort them.”

I watched as my words made his grin falter, and then drop completely. He glared at me with a look of pure hatred. Hatred because he knew I was right.

“They love me. There’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t say anything, you can’t do anything to get them to stop. Because I have them wrapped around my finger. They would get down on their knees for me, they would do anything I ask of them. And you know it just as well as I do.”

He let go of my collar, my knees thudding against the floor of Pierrot’s tent as a sharp yelp left my throat. My knees were definitely going to be bruised tomorrow. I tried to ignore the pain, to stand up and deal with the pain, just so I could face him. Although he was so tall he looked down at me anyway.

If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. He was glaring at me so hard I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. Clearly he wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted. That made two of us. Too bad I'm better.

I couldn’t help the grin that etched across my face as he continued to glare and snarl at me. Rabid dog- I thought to myself.

“I look forward to your act tonight, Jester.”

god, if he didn’t scare me shitless, I would’ve loved seeing how much I could rile him up. I was nervous as how I was supposed to go about excusing myself from him, but Pierrot appeared behind Jester, holding a small pot with a flower. He almost dropped it as he rushed to my side, shoving Jester harshly. Jester stumbled from the force of it, growling and ticked his tongue before leaving us alone.

I had done it. Holy shit, I actually survived Jester. All because I blackmailed his circus??? Because Pierrot and Harlequin can’t imagine living without me.

Pierrot carefully picked me up, laying me down onto his bed, my knees still numb from the force of the fall. I was sure they were gonna bruise by tomorrow. I couldn’t hear what Pierrot was mumbling as he checked me for injuries. I was lost in my thoughts. Jester couldn’t hurt me. I was safe. There was no way for him to hurt me even if he had me alone again. And he knows it as well as I do.

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[zzombiexx]

A talk with Jester.

TFC fanfic!!! not really an 'x mc' kind of fic, but theres a small bit of mc x pierrot towards the end, and mc x harlequin implied.

Mostly Jester talking with MC, and MC being scared shitless. Additionally!! MC themself is a manipulator!!! so... manipulator x manipulator? hehe. Also also!- MC is trying to piece together the story of the freak circus, so there are many things implied, if you don't understand something, pls comment!! :3

I sat through the entirety of Jester’s act again. Since it was right before Pierrot’s anyway. His story was different from what Columbina shows and tells me. I know they all make up their own versions, but it’s almost starting to make sense. I’m starting to believe that Jester was behind it all. But it’s only a theory.

I wait for the audience to leave the tent, I do this all the time. Jester appears before me like the last time, eyeing me up and down again.

“Red ticket guest, you’re back.”

I tilted my head, wondering if that was supposed to be sarcastic.

“I just love all the stories this circus has to tell.”

I forced a smile, testing him with my words. His expression didn’t falter. He must’ve had a seriously good poker face, or he didn’t understand what I was implying. It was definitely the first.

“And the circus loves to perform.”

He countered, tilting his head. I swallowed nervously, I was all bark and no bite. I wasn’t even sure what to ask him. It would be safer asking Harlequin or Pierrot. I hardly knew Jester at all.

“You seem conflicted, guest.”

His voice woke me from my daze, and I shook my head quickly, trying to wake back to reality.

“I’m fine.”

“What’s on your mind?”

He smiled, I couldn’t tell if it was the smile he usually wore, or a teasing one this time.

“Just, thinking of the story.”

He tilted his head, his smile softening as he thought carefully over his words.

“What part?”

I glanced away, I could feel sweat beading on the palms of my hands.

“I suppose the cruelest part.”

He straightened his posture, squinting his eyes slightly as he assessed me.

“What do you suppose is the cruelest?”

I kept my gaze to the side, I felt like I was being interrogated, why did he scare me so much? I really couldn’t pinpoint what was so intimidating about him.

“Well, what do you find the cruelest, Jester?”

He stiffened, going quiet. His smile faltered, before being replaced with a sadistic grin.

“Oh? I’m more interested in what our dear guest thinks of our stories.”

I swallowed, I didn’t have it in me to try to ask him again. His eyes told me to stop questioning.

“It’s um.. aha- it’s… a story alright.. I uh-… I guess it really makes you question your morals..”

I trailed off, stammering too much for my liking. His eyes never left my face, and he hardly seemed to blink. Though I still wasn’t too sure if their kind even needs to blink, I still was trying to figure out what animal they could be related to.

“Is that so?”

He questions, crossing his arms and tilting his head again. I checked my watch, clearly fidgeting too much under his gaze. It was almost time for Pierrot’s show, and luckily I was able to excuse myself just in time to make my seat in the red tent.

I felt my blood run cold when the empty seat next to me was taken by none other than Jester himself.

My hands trembled in my lap, and I had to stuff them into my jacket pockets just to hide it. My breathing was shallow, too quick to be considered normal. He didn’t seem to care, I knew he probably noticed my reactions though. Pierrot’s eyes landed on us, and for a moment I saw a brief look of worry on his face, before Jester rose a hand in a silent wave. I wasn’t sure if it was in greeting, or as in ‘relax’, or even a ‘resume your performance’ Knowing Jester it was probably the last one.

After building up the courage, my eyes drifted to the side to glance at Jester. He wasn’t even looking at me, and only after I had been staring for too long, did he glance at me.

I quickly glanced away, my eyes darting to Pierrot’s performance for comfort. Knowing Pierrot was only a couple dozen feet away seemed to calm me down just enough to meet Jester’s gaze again.

“I didn’t know you could watch the other’s performances.”

I tried to make idle chat, considering he sat right next to me, I assumed he wanted to continue tormenting me from earlier.

“I usually watch from backstage, guest.”

“Right,”

I swallowed, glancing back at Pierrot just to give myself something to do.

“You’re very nervous around me.”

He stated casually, his observations not wrong. I wasn’t even sure how to answer him, since I didn’t even have a reason to fear him. He did what he had to, right? Maybe it was the way he kept up the lie so easily, swept everything under the rug without so much as a second thought. But then again, I hardly even knew him, maybe he stayed up late at night with guilt eating him alive, I had no idea.

I couldn’t answer him, and I was wondering if I should just change the topic, but he seemed to understand I wasn’t going to answer him.

“Our Pierrot has taken a liking to you. I only want to understand why. Forgive me if I seem unmannerly.”

I was at a loss of words. I guess it made sense. I might do the same if I was in his place. I simply nodded, lulling over my next words.

“Did you have something specific you wanted to ask?”

He hummed in response, his gaze finally off of me as he returned to staring at Pierrot’s performance. I noticed his eyes didn’t follow Pierrot’s movement, I assumed he must’ve been spacing out, or staring at something else. I hoped it was the first.

“How did you meet him?”

I didn’t expect the question, though it was a simple and normal one. I gathered my thoughts, trying to remember the events of the day my life changed.

“I met him on my way to work, he was being yelled and hit by some man, so I stepped in… and helped. J-just enough for the man to leave, it- I wasn’t like acting like a hero or anything- I offered Pierrot a bandage before I left him.”

He hummed again, his eyes not leaving their spot. I took the chance to look him up and down. He also wasnt wearing a mask, like Pierrot. His purple eyes glew faintly in the dark of the tent, though the lights from the stage was brighter in our front row seats than it was towards the back. I glanced up at his horns, and how his hat had four bells, my eyes trailed down his body and looked at the outfit/uniform he had on. I glanced back up at his face only to find his eyes on me, and I looked away in embarrassment from being caught.

“I see, no wonder he likes you so.”

He smiled, still staring at me, despite the fact I kept my eyes glued to Pierrot now.

“— What are your thoughts on him?”

I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I could flatter Pierrot, but would Jester even mention this to Pierrot? I supposed Pierrot might ask later to ask why he’d taken a seat next to me. I tried to stay as vague as possible.

“He’s very gentle.” I tried to think of other things to say about him, but I was worried I might accidentally let too much slip, so I carefully made sure to think over my words before saying anything.

“He’s gentle, and thoughtful. A little aggressive with Harlequin, I’ve had to break up their … mishaps.”

I thought carefully over the word, I couldn’t exactly find a better one to use. Jester audibly snickered at this, and I glanced over to find him staring at Pierrot again. This time actually looking at him.

“I see. They can be a handful. You mentioned Harlequin, has he been bothering you? He likes to annoy Pierrot, which usually means taking what Pierrot has interest in.”

I blinked in thought, I guess it was true. Harlequin only started to interact with me once he saw I had Pierrot’s red ticket. But then my mind clouded over with thoughts of how deep and complex a person Harlequin is.

“No, he’s not a bother. I quite enjoy his company.”

I watched Jester’s expression change to one of amusement, turning his head slowly to grin and stare at me. Creepy— I thought.

“You enjoy Harlequin’s company?”

He seemed actually surprised, at least a little bit.

“Yes. I do.”

I furrowed my brows as I stared up at him, I found it odd that he had a hard time believing it. He of all people should know Harlequin isn’t a bad person.

“Interesting. Is there something specific you like about him? He’s rather a bit much at times, no?”

I was getting uncomfortable. I felt like I was gossiping. This didn’t feel right. I had to keep in mind that Jester actively interacted with the two, and that I should keep my sentences vague.

“I could say the same for Pierrot. But no, they aren’t too much. I enjoy both of their company. They don’t seem fond of each other, but they at least tolerate each other for my sake.”

I tried to keep my words articulate, picking out what would best voice my jumbled mess of thoughts running about in my head. Jester silently tilted his head, examining my face for any hint of what I could be hiding from him. Out of fear that he could read my mind I tried to think about how dazzling a performance Pierrot was doing tonight.

“I see. I am glad you’re getting along with them both. I’ve noticed they haven’t been around at night very often, you don’t have a play on that, do you?”

I paused. I think my freeze was enough of an answer alone. He merely hummed before I could even say anything.

“I didn’t think the two were capable of sharing. You truly are remarkable, visitor.”

I furrowed my brows at the compliment. Was he manipulating me? The thought briefly flashed in my mind, and I tried to ignore it. There’s nothing he could want from me, right? I mulled over what I could even do for them, be one of the fools? No… I turned my attention back towards Pierrot, my mind still trying to decipher what he meant by that.

‘I didn’t think they were capable of sharing’ … Did they not get along even before the incident? Or was the incident why they don’t get along. Was Pierrot still upset? I mean, it’s not something to be taken lightly, considering… well, anyway. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Jester looked at me again.

“You are a curious one. I love reading what your eyes tell me. You try so hard to hide what you’re thinking, but you reveal yourself so much, guest.”

I swallowed, my eyes widening slightly. I could feel my hands tremble in their pockets again, god, this was really taking a toll on me. I had just started getting comfortable, too.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The shake in my voice betrayed me. Genuinely what the hell was Jester doing to me? I always had … at the very least a decent poker face, but talking to Jester made it impossible to hide my facial reactions. I would hate to play poker against him, god, what am I thinking?

“You say that, but you don’t look confused, dear.”

I clenched my hands into fists, trying to stop the look of fear etched so deeply into my eyes.

“yeah?”

My voice was hardly a whisper as I challenged him. Challenged him to tell me more about what he thought of me. What he thought he could tell about me.

“Yes, I’m starting to understand you the more we talk. Despite you thinking you aren’t telling me everything. I assure you, I know everything.”

His voice was cold and calculated. But I didn’t fall for it. I don’t know how, but I could recognize myself in him everytime he tried. He didn’t know shit. He only wanted me to believe that. He could read my expressions all he wanted, he would never know what was happening in my head. And I relished the thought that I figured him out.

He seemed to notice the look of comfort on my face, for he faltered, a small snarl appearing on his face before he quickly hid it with a false smile.

“I see. It doesn’t work on you. I wonder why that must be.”

I gave him a smile of my own, after noticing his patterns so often, I was starting to calm down. I guess I was only scared because I knew the kind of person he is. But he can’t hurt me, especially not when I can see it coming.

“Maybe it’s like trying to manipulate a mirror, Jester.”

His face didn’t change. That grin plastered across his face as he took in my expression. He simply hummed again, and shifted in his seat to look back at Pierrot.

“It must be.”

Pierrot’s show was coming to an end. And Jester had left before the others in the audience could, leaving me to sink into my seat, pulling my hands out of my pockets, rubbing the cold sweat onto my skirt as I held them up in front of me and watched them tremble.

“Fuck.”

I mumbled. I blinked back shock, my eyes dry from not blinking for what felt like the entire conversation. Even towards the end when I felt strong, I was still petrified. I was scared of Jester. I was scared because I knew I wouldn’t be able to catch him every time.

I hoped I would, I knew theoretically, I’d probably be able to catch him in the act of trying to manipulate me, but the thoughts of if he successfully could flooded my mind, leaving me cold and trembling from nerves.

Pierrot’s show ended, and as the audience left, Pierrot rushed up to me to pull me backstage and embrace me.

“My lady, are you alright? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Pierrot pulled away just long enough to check my face, arms and glancing at my legs to see if I had been injured. He seemed to notice the fear on my face, his brows furrowing as he kneeled down to get eye level with me.

“My lady? Are you alright? What did he say?”

I blinked back my shock, trying to hide it from Pierrot.

“We only talked, don’t worry. You can even ask him later, he just wanted to know how we met. — and don’t worry, I didn’t mention you talking to me. In case he didn’t know.”

Pierrot smiled softly, his hands reaching up to grip the sides of my jacket as he stared up at me with puppy dog eyes.

“Thank you my lady, you are so thoughtful. I assume he already knows, but thank you, my lady. Please don’t mention this.”

I assumed ‘this’ meant him talking, so I nodded and pet his hair. I needed something to calm me down anyway, I was still a bundle of nerves after what had happened.

Pierrot leaned into my touch, excited to be touched by me, like always.

“Will you be staying over tonight as well?”

I asked him, and he looked up with a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“Does my lady want me to?”

He seemed so eager for me to say yes that all I could do was giggle. My fingers curled around a strand of his hair, twirling it playfully before I spoke,

“Your lady would prefer if you never left her side.”

I meant it merely as a joke, or at least sort of. The talk with Jester unsettled me greatly, and I wasn’t fond of sleeping alone tonight. Not when two circus members knew where I lived, and I assumed the others could figure it out as well.

He blushed a deep crimson, eyes widening and mouth agape as if he was gonna start drooling. I moved my hand to his jaw, shutting his mouth as he tried to collect his thoughts. Which seemed to be a struggle, considering how long he kept me waiting for his response. Which was also just a mere ‘Yes, my lady.’

I glanced to the side, looking around backstage.

“Pierrot, would you mind if I invited Harlequin over as well?”

He stiffened, his arms wrapping around my waist as if a child not wanting to give up their favorite toy. He pressed his face against my stomach, not wanting to let go.

“I mind. But, yes, you can invite him.”

I giggled lightly, I found it funny when he got so sulky just because I wanted to hang out with Harlequin as well. I pet the top of his head, and let him hold me until he finally admitted to it getting late. Though, I think it was mostly from my yawning that he even mentioned it. If I had let him, I bet we would’ve stayed like that all night. Maybe even all day, I still didn’t know if their kind slept or not. I’ve seen them sleep, sure, but do they need it? Oh, well, I guess I would find out, one day.

[lovelystrawby]

when he says “i love you,” but ronin beaufort said “i did it for you. you were starving, so i gave you insatiability. you wanted inspiration, so i became your muse. you wanted love, darlin', so i gave you love.”

[strwbryslut]

NEVER KILL YOURSELF . SOMETHING LESBIAN MIGHT HAPPEN TO YOU SOON .

[fawnangel09]

can't believe men pay for nudes when they could look in the mirror and see a pussy for free

[fatalfragility]

this is biblical to me

[deepinthegroves]

YOU !!! YES YOU !!! LET GO OF REALITY GOD DAMN !!! LOOSEN YOUR GRIP ON IT. LET SOME WHIMSY INTO YOUR LIFE. YOU CAN WAKE UP WITH WINGS RANDOMLY. YOU CAN TAKE A STEP FORWARD AND BE IN ANOTHER REALITY. YOU CAN WATCH SOMETHING FLICKER IN THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE AND TURN AROUND TO SEE A PILLAR WHERE YOU SWEAR THE PILLAR WAS NOT. REALITY IS MALLEABLE. YOU'RE JUST USED TO A CERTAIN PATTERN. FUCK THAT. GO CRAZY. MANIFEST A NEW BAG OR GOAT HOOVES OR DEER ANTLERS. THE FUCK DO I CARE. WAKE UP IN YOUR DR. BLINK AND BE THERE. I DONT CARE. JUST STOP CONFINING YOURSELF HEREEEEEE.

[astrxmoonie]

writing the most gut wrenching angst in my scripts as if I’m not the one going to live through them

[zzombiexx]

scripting slow burns as if i don't want to ride my s/o the very second i see him 💔

[xstrawberryshiftsx]

repost and tell me a favourite shifting affirmation

[zzombiexx]

"I AM IN MY DESIRED REALITY"

it literally plays in my mind 24/7 i can't get it to stop 😀😀