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Whenever I look at this cute guy, I have this urge to tie his pretty long white hair..into cute hairstyles(⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ a/n: yeppp, I do take requests for tfc! I always announce when I leave a fandom and it's written in the rules section too, but rest assured im not leaving this fandom anytime soon. I have many fic ideas I have to sit down and write *rubs hands together* just yall wait for the aus im cooking

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ warnings: soft yan, gn!reader, lots of fluff

"Oh please, sit here." Your voice was soft, tender, the kind of voice one might use to soothe a skittish animal - not that you'd compare someone as tall as Pierrot to an animal, but sometimes he did looked like a defenseless cat, with these wide eyes full of love and curiosity.

As the tall creature moved around and sit in his designed spot, his hat long gone revealing his long hair and horns that prod through his scalp.

The Freak Show of Horrors Oneshots

Artist Credit: @naibuding, 谢谢！

Divider Credit: @pixopix

Summary: After years of intense loneliness, Pierrot never thought a new monster would capture his broken heart once again.

A/N: This has been requested by 'pan_hamham' over on Archive! Thank you for requesting me!

Tags to be aware of: Mild Blood and Gore

My Way of Saying I Like You, Will You Be Mine? (Pierrot/GN Monster Reader!)

Pierrot was sharpening his knives when your scent wafted to his nose, perking his head up to see you getting some final touches for your show. His breath hitched as he watched you from his private tent. When you first joined the circus, it was rare for Jester to allow another monster to join, but you promised not to cause much trouble. Ever grateful to them for allowing you to join their circus, you did your utmost best to be a valuable member. It took some time for the others to get used to you, but they welcomed you eventually. 

At first, he saw you as a friend. But the more he spent time with you and talked, the more his feelings slowly grew. His heartbeat beat faster whenever he was near you, and hearing your sweet voice was enough to make his skin burn and his soul sing. A small smile curled as he finished the last sharpening of his knives; later, after their show, he’ll see them. 

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“Good evening, my darling monsters of the night! Are you ready for a show to excite you?” Your voice is loud enough to silence the audience members. The lights dim and the audience is plunged into darkness. The spotlight was then shone on your body, wearing a skintight black outfit, hair in a tight bun, and holding a hula hoop. Taking a deep breath, like you always have, you began your performance. Lighting the fire on the hoop, you began to dance, following the beat of the music and repeating the steps that you practiced over and over. 

Then somebody just had to throw their drink at your stage. “Hey, freak!” The drunkard shouted. “My ex-wife dances better than you do! She can do a much better job!”

Ugh, not this again. 

Your lips pulling taut, you continued your set. Ignore him, just ignore him. If you ignore them, they’ll stop talking and sit down quietly. But he didn’t; he continued, and he brought friends. “Hey, pretty thing. Why don’t you give me a private show later?” another shouted. 

Ignore it, Y/N. Don’t do anything rash… yet.

Then the worst thing happened: you misstepped and stumbled a bit on stage. Giving the hecklers more ammo as you tried to play it off, but they noticed. The audience at first was silent, clearly uncomfortable, but they eventually had enough. “Hey, leave them alone! They’re just doing their job! Why don’t you leave, you assholes?!” one shouted. 

“You’re ruining the show!” Another shouted. 

Alright, time to end this. 

“Gentlemen, since you’re so eager and vying for my attention. I’ll be happy to share a private showing just for the two of you. So why don’t you sit back and enjoy the rest of the show?”

Good, they’re quiet. For now.

Continuing your performance, you were unaware of a certain shadow watching over you and glaring at the hecklers. 

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Behind the stage, you let out a heavy sigh that was weighing on your shoulders. What a night already, but you’re still not finished. You have to handle the troublemakers foremost. You have already taken them to a smaller, private tent. You just have to grab your favorite special hula hoop for troublemakers like them.

Walking to the tent and pushing the flap, the scent of iron hit your nose. Your face is surprised, if not a little shocked, to see Pierrot a few meters in front of you. Your hecklers are bound to the large target ring and the other is strapped to a chair. Pools of blood on the ground as their eyes have been gouged out and multiple stab wounds over their bodies with his knives still in their corpses. 

“Pierrot.”

He jumped over the sound of your voice as you let the flap fall behind you, your eyes moving from the dead hecklers to the bloody Pierrot. “Ah, my- my dear,” his voice shaking in fear, his heartbeat thumping in fear and happiness. 

“I- I took care of them, my love. Just so you wouldn’t have to dirty your hands! I don’t mean to overstep, my dear. But they- hah- they angered me so when they insulted your performance. I- I just had to! It drove me mad when I heard them talking to you like that, but please don’t be upset with me. Please don’t- please-” 

You cut off his rambling as you walked forward, licking the pad of your thumb to wipe the blood off his face. “I’m not mad, Pierrot. Although I can defend myself against nuisances like them in the future.”

Leaning your face, you licked another stray blood off his mask, holding back a chuckle as he gasped and whimpered under your touch. “But I appreciate the help nonetheless.” You spoke with a lick of your lips. 

He was breathless, his pupils wide before forming into hearts. “I see, you’re not mad. You’re not mad, thank you. Thank you, my love.”

“Although we might have to clean up the mess and report to Jester about this incident.” You can’t help but wince at meeting Jester, several years later with the circus and you are still intimidated by Jester. But yet, you still respect him and his work. “After this… would you like me to accompany you? Near the food stalls? I wish to simply talk to you more. ” He asked.

“Sure,” you answered, happy to spend more time with him. You and Pierrot quickly cleaned up the mess. While Pierrot took the bodies to the black tent, you spoke to Jester about the situation. After what felt like eons and maybe feeling your lifespan had been shaved off, you left the tent and left with a heavy sigh. Walking to the food stalls, where the stall managers and workers were closing and cleaning their stalls, with the crowd thinning. Off to the side, between tents, is where he was waiting for you. 

“Pierrot!”

Perking his head up, he smiled at you as he then handed you a paper rose- the petals still seemingly wet. “Aww, you didn’t have to do that for me. But I appreciate it.”

You took the flower into your hands and held onto it as you stood next to Pierrot. As the night dragged on and the circus began to close, you and Pierrot talked and felt like the two of you had gotten closer than before. Who knew that after joining the circus, not only would you have found a new family to bond… but also a future mate.

End Author's Note: Your stage trick would be a fire hula hoop and your weapon is a ring blade!

If you're a circus member of the troupe, what would you perform to the audience? For me, hmm, since I used to be in choir all throughout high school. I would sing and use my voice to hypnotise unsuspecting victims! Muahahaha!

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