She/Her/Beautiful/Future Friend

The sound of the TV mindlessly carries on well past midnight, the scheduled programming having long since switched into a teleshopping channel. It's grainy colors reflect onto the balcony door. On it, the moderators face distorts into a bleary quality; like a doll in a puppet theater.

Beyond it's meager illumination, the rest of the studio apartment remains shrowded in shadows. Your bedside lamp has been unlit for several hours now.

Next to it lies a half-eaten lollipop and a clock. It ticks in minute intervalls— the only movement.

Until something slowly shifts. A quiet zap is all that's needed for everything to fully disappear into darkness.

Only your ticking clock and the quiet hum-buzz of the fridge. All else is silent. Would be silent. To a human ear.

The fridge is humming in the kitchen, connected to your bedroom by a cased opening, only a few feet from your bed. It's build into a shelf, at the very back of the kitchen and conveniently tall with some space between it and the wall. An annoying spot: Too small to put anything into it but big enough to display the dust and cobwebs it's constantly collecting to every visitor.

Thump... Thump... Thump...

About 50 times per minute for the last 10 minutes or so. This tender, beating sound in your chest. It echoes in sync with the slow breaths falling from your sweet lips. Finally, your blood pressure stops dropping. Deep sleep.

A tile in your kitchen, one that has been lose since forever, creaks quietly. There's a pause. The next step is silent.

Barely visible— only thanks to the full moon light, moves a tall shadow. Humanoid only in apperance, moving forward with slow but unnatural manoeuvres. It's back is hunched forward and it's fingers elongated to sharp points. On it's head, strange appendages sway with every step, yet remain oddly stiff at the top.

Quieter than the drop of a pin, the figure jerkily bends further as it's towering form passes the threshold from the kitchen into your room.

Yellow eyes now glow in it's darkness.

They seem to flare even brighter at the sight of your sleeping figure. Like burning embers.

None of the wooden panels on your floor even make a sound as your uninvited guest stalks closer. Closer and closer towards your bed.

With every inhale, your tasty scent becomes stronger and stronger. Porcelain-covered nostrils flare at the sensation and a low growl echoes in the room.

Only the moon illuminates your sleeping face. But Pierrot can see it without much trouble as he cranes his neck down and down towards it.

So close... Mere inches lie between your face and his. Close enough for your gentle little breaths to fawn against his mask. He can't take his eyes off of you, you're real, you're real—

Pierrot can't contain his happiness, staring at you with blown-wide orbs for half an eternity. He knows he shouldn't risk watching you like this for too long. It's something that tends to wake humans. Possibly even with his help.

And yet, he can't help himself. Not when you look like this. So beautiful. So at ease.

He can't help it, when he starts whispering raspy promises to your unconcious form. Things he's thought the whole day watching you and has to tell, lest he'd boil alive.

Or show, and that would be too soon.

Even if Pierrot felt like he had known you for years the moment he first saw your kind image. So perfect, he'd thought he must surely be dreaming. You two have to be soulmates. All these years unknowingly spend waiting for you, waiting to finally meet you. And now he has all this love built up, ready to burst and fill you with it.

And he would. Even force it if he-

No, no, he wouldn't have to, of course...

Clawed hands gingerly creep up to cup the tender skin of your cheeks. So warm and vulnerable. All of you humans are so fragile... Pierrot regards you like a freshly blossomed ipê flower and holds you like one too: Gently— even as he longs to sink his claws into your sweet flesh and keep you in his grasp forever.

One trembling hand slowly runs down the thin skin of your neck. Down your arm and to your ribs, resting just shy above your abdomen while the other savours the feel of stroking your peaceful face. Your body echoes with the beat of your heart and Pierrot revels in feeling it rise and fall with every breath. He revels in the power you don't even know he's holding in that moment. Just like he did in the café.

The way your lovely face lit up the black with such emotion, such fear. Gods, Pierrot could taste the aroma of it in the air, a sweetener to the lingering scent of coffee. How your body heated up and trembled with your hearts adrenaline. That fast, intimate beating of your naive little heart. Pierrot sucks in air through his teeth, trying not to salivate on you. You looked the most delicious in that moment. With how your skin got plumper and your clothes seemingly tighter... He'd wanted to gobble you up whole.

Not that he would lose himself in such a way. You would be in good hands with him. Always.

Forever.

Pierrot leans closer to you in a sudden, rigid motion. Yellowed eyes narrow and laser-focus on your softly opened mouth. Yes... you two are meant to be. Chained together eternally. Now that he found you, there's no life without you. You won't flee, he won't let you. Can't. Pierrot would rather sew your hand to his. Would rather rip into you and—

"You must be mine..."

It's meant to be! Nothing could go wrong in fate. No, no, no... His clawed hands tighten their grip on you.

Besides, you want him too. He knows you do. Why else would you still sleep so deeply with your tempting mouth so invitingly open? His gaze doesn't want to leave it. That velvety part of you so welcoming to his thumb stroking it.

"You will be mine."

As soon as Pierrot rips off his mask, his mouth is on yours. Almost groaning into the kiss as he savours the feel of your vulnerable skin.

His huge body, suddenly feeling so weightless. He hasn't felt this happy since... since the last morning. The warmth radiating from your lips heats up the unnatural colored skin of his own. It spreads to his checks and down his entire chest like a sudden fever.

A feeling that's so wonderful, Pierrot all but forgets that the low dose of the sedative he's given you can't completely garuantee your unconsciousness for too long.

It's certainly not something that's on his mind when he grasps your slack jaw, sharp fingers trembling with want, and slowly let's his amber tongue slip past your lips.

Immediately, his head starts pounding with the glee of finally getting a taste of you. Aromatic, slightly sweet and carrying this note that's so purely you, not even your delicious scent could've prepared him for it. He'd bet you'd taste even better underneath your skin.

He tilts your head up, letting your mouth gape further, as he stuffs more of his long tongue into your tiny mouth. You make the softest of mewling sounds at the fullness but remain fast asleep. Your wet flesh is so smooth, Pierrot can't resist running the muscle all over it, needing to know every crevice, to burn them into his very brainstem.

Imagining your saliva mixing with his— a part of you and of him melting together, has the monster man shuddering with pleasure. His upper body feels so light from the thought, he has to be careful to keep it from putting too much weight onto your motionless torso. That delicate torso vibrating under his razor-sharp claws with the beat of your beautiful heart.

A heart that would belong to him soon.

Meanwhile this; pressing his own lips to yours, makes the wait more bearable. Even if barely. He can already feel himself growing beneath his costume...

In his lust-filled haze, Pierrot slips more and more of himself into your mouth. Parts of his tounge press against your teeth. He runs it over half your upper row with a curious hunger. Even the canines are tiny and blunt. A biological footnote compared to his. And yet, these differences only further ignite his desire to have you, to embed his teeth all over into your yielding body and—

A sudden spike of your heartrate rips Pierrot back into reality. There's a low gagging sound coming from your throat and he quickly draws his tongue away from there.

He remains still as a corpse, tongue still poised stiff at the entrance of your mouth. His nerves only start to ease once your heartrate calms down again.

Pierrot knows he should stop now. But his tongue takes one last tentative swirl over your own, cooing at how tiny it is. He has to take another. And another, as he imagines it being much less slack but more lively and simply shy. How it would explore his own in return.

Only with a ton of mental effort can Pierrot manage to withdraw from you.

Standing beside your bed and still looking down at your angelic face which was now flushed and your kissed-up lips glistening with his saliva. Like you were created by the stars as a perfect gift just for him and him alone. The corners of his eternal smile stretch wider.

A claw reaches for your face again. But only to wipe away the traces of spit from your lips. Then, Pierrot hesitates.

His eyes slowly rake over the shape your body creases into your clothes. As if it's giving him small hints that it is just waiting underneath. Waiting for him. Pierrot sharply closes his maw to keep himself from salivating on you.

You don't even know what your helplessness is doing to him. Or do you, you gorgeous little tease?

Pierrot knows it may be too soon for your mind. But your heart? Your body? My, it certainly has to mean to give him those signals.

Thinking, he cocks his head to the side in one rigid motion, his intense gaze never leaving you.

You're sleeping so, so beautifully.

Maybe he could give you what you want. Both of you. The thought goes straight to his groin.

Unbidden images manifest in his mind. Of your lovely mouth gasping for air with your body bare, wet and full of lovebites. Only for his eyes and his eyes alone. Of you looking at him with those eyes of yours. With lust? Fear? Strangely, he thinks he'd like both.

He'd make you feel good whichever one it'd be.

The fantasies have him hardening again. Pierrot forces himself to look away, yet his shadow seems to reach out towards your vulnerable body.

Talon-like fingers itch for flesh but instead embed themselves into the underside of your bed. Breathy growls heave through his gritted fangs. "Gentle...", he whispers to himself.

He can control himself for now. Even if just barely. He would do absolutely everything for you.

Slowly, he turns away from you and walks towards the balcony with soundless steps. He opens it, pockets the laced lollipop from your bedside table and looks back at you one last time. The cool wind hisses past the outline of Pierrot's face that twists into a look too intense to call fond. He blows you a kiss and puts on his human-mask again before disappearing into the night.

Pierrot

🍊 Pierrot would feel ashamed, Not about your scar. But knowing you hid it from him, He thought he earned your trust already! was the not devoted enough? did you need him to grovel at your feet more? Just say the word!

🍊 At first he didn't think anything of it, he's seen some humans wear gloved in a fashion sort of way or when they're working, so you had to have done something fashion wise because ur so pretty!

🍊 But one of the nights he was keeping his eye on you..Spying..He saw you remove the gloves from your hands and he saw the huge nasty scar on your hand.

🍊 You could've sworn you heard whimpers and sobs from outside your window, but you brushed it off thinking it was an animal.

🍊 If you came back to the Circus the next day Pierrot would hug you so tightly behind you, you could've sworn you heard your spine crack.

🍊 Incase your scar needed any medical assistance he would take you to Doctor to get you patched up and have something to ease the issues since Pierrot isn't good in the medical field.

🍊 He would never mock you or say anything negative about the scar or history behind it, even if u got it from a dumb reason like wanting to see if the pan was hot with ur own palm.

🍊 He would tell you however how strong he thinks you are and that you're a fighter for having to deal with that, acknowledging you as someone capable and able to face pain.

🍊 Gentle traces along it though, careful not to scratch or irritate it from the tips of his nails under the gloves.

🍊 Big puppy boy that wants to give you all the affection he can basically. scar or not.

Harlequin

🍋‍🟩 Harlequin is a hard shell himself already, someone who always annoys others and acts the way he does is traumatized, and he is. he is hurting inside.

🍋‍🟩 When he did see your scar the first time his usual cheshire grin faltered into a straight line at some point.

🍋‍🟩 He understands the want to hide something to not look vulnerable and to feel comfortable again in your own skin.

🍋‍🟩 Might throw a little joke here and there, but honestly if ur really close to him i could not see him making fun of ur vulnerable state.

🍋‍🟩 It does make him warm up to you more, it makes him feel more okay to be more vulnerable and let his guard down more.

🍋‍🟩 He would also make sure you're safe in doctors hands whenever your wound opens or becomes inflamed etc, he doesn't really wanna see you suffer.

🍋‍🟩 Harlequin is sloppy with his wording sometimes so it can come off as him teasing you or not taking the situation seriously, but in all honesty he does care.

🍋‍🟩 I feel like sometimes he took care of his old wounds himself back then because he didn't want his family to worry secretly. so if you didn't wanna go to Doctor, he will try to take care of you.

🍋‍🟩 If the skin/place isn't sensitive for you mentally or physically, he will gently rub his thumb along the scar in a soothing manner.

🍋‍🟩 Not very vocal when comforting, Just being next to you. Letting you use him as a chair or bed or even just something to lean on already makes his monsterous heart throb.

🍋‍🟩 Incase you cry or vent to him about the scar he would kind of panic innerly but he will be there for you. he won't let anybody harm you.

Ticket Taker

🎩 Ticket taker is a gentleman, He would expect you or hope you wear something formal so when you wear gloves he wouldn't question it.

🎩 At first he'll think you're just being hygienic wich pleases him, you never know where any of the bacteria lies and hed rather not get sick.

🎩 But when he does catch a glimpse of your scar he can't help but stare a little. Have you also been through hell like him and his family? perhaps self inflicted?

🎩 Regardless of the history he wont ask unless it's necessary, Afterall he doesn't go around and telling the stories of his scars either. even if you know some.

🎩 The only time i imagine him speaking up about it is if the scar seems irritated or something is making it hurt, But the most that he does is ask you if you'd like to see Doctor or a human doctor.

🎩 Doesn't really like humans that much, but if he has the time he will accompany you to one of the Human doctors. He calls it "watching our for the weaker" to cover up his own weakness.

🎩 Ticket Taker does care about you a lot secretly, but he tries to be more professional about both you with him and your injury.

🎩 Wouldn't be lovey dovey about the situation, But he will gently rub circles on the wound if you both allow him and it doesn't cause you more pain.

🎩 If you showed any insecurities about the scar or having to wear gloves He'd try to find you alternative clothing items for you to wear, Or other aids to cover it up.

🎩 If anything else fails, he will seek out Jester or Doctor for any advice to give you. They wouldn't mock you for it knowing you're eith Ticket Taker.

Doctor

🩸 Well, Out of everybody. We can all guess that Doctor is the first one to ask about your scar the first time he sees it.

🩸 He's a Doctor, so obviously he would like to find out what caused it and see how the skin tissue is fairing even after all this time of healing.

🩸 Wouldn't mock you or anything for covering your scar up, he finds you fascinating nonetheless. It's a 2 in 1 deal for him. He gets to study your psychology regarding the scar and the scar itself.

🩸 Wouldn't examine you or ask invasive questions without your consent though, he will have to hold himself back but he respects your privacy more than you think.

🩸 Personally, id like to see Doctor trying to treat you so gently as if you're made out of porcelain when he's anywhere near your scar with his Gloved Talons.

🩸 Need anything medicine related? he's already near you. Need new gloves? He's got many colored variations! It's good that he's a Doctor because if you ever needed anything, you didn't have to go to a hospital!

🩸 Although he would still advice you to seek out professional human help incase you preferred other Specialists, Doctor wouldn't hold it against you.

🩸 But the big bird would also gently massage your scar, He sees himself in you sometimes in rare wholesome moments you two get together alone. He would burn the world for you.

🩸 Doctor would also let you stay in his tent for aslong as u need it if you feel self conscious about the scar, he's always near your side. Just call for him and he'll be nearby.

Jester

🫐 Jester is like a wild card for me honestly, I can see him giggling a bit finding your situation amusing. Just how did his little Pet get injured?

🫐 But he wouldn't shame you for it either, afterall he has been through enough himself. more than his family for their protection.

🫐 He has some spare gloves around just incase for anything to happen to him specifically, But Jester will allow you to use them if you need it.

🫐 Wouldn't lend you his own Gloves though, he prefer to keep them to himself aswell as any other clothing item he wears/owns and continuously wears

🫐 If he doesn't have any spare clothing items he will either in someway commission a pair or two for you depending how close you are, or ask ticket taker.

🫐 Jester knows how to comfort you uf you're feeling insecure, He's done that plenty of times before for his family when they were still in captivity. But he won't let his guard down and be vulnerable.

🫐 If anything, If he chooses to be more vulnerable when comforting you, you better not say a word and just let it happen. And never tell anybody.

🫐 Secretly would call you endearing Nicknames in Portuguese when noone is around and you two had your private moment together no matter what it is.

🫐 He trusts doctor the most when it comes to medical care, He wouldn't really be up to the idea of you seeing a human doctor..He still hates them for good reasons.

🫐 Jester knows you're in good hands with doctor, even if a bit of blood is missing out of your body that you strangely didn't notice, You'll still be tended to about the scar and anything troubling it.

Columbina

🍓 Columbina Is the most caring and soft out of everyone in the Cast, Very motherly and tender even without your scar

🍓 At first she also wouldn't question the gloves, thinking it's a fashion choice and complimenting them

🍓 And if she found out what's under the gloves, you could swear you see a few prickly drops of tears coming from under her mask

🍓 ...And she would immediately hug you squeeze you, you name it. she'll be all over you trying to comfort you even if you're not upset by anything at the moment. she'll comfort you.

🍓 Fighting insecurities? Mama Columbina will throw true and non pity compliments your way until you're uttely bombarded with all the love she can legally give.

🍓 She'd immediately lend you her own gloves if yours ripped or you lost them, But she'll blush uncontrollably under her mask and would giggle like a schoolgirl

🍓 Shes similar to Pierrot when it comes to caring about you in general. two peas in a pot even after everything that happened.

🍓 But Columbina Also trusts her family when it comes to your health and safety, She Puts a lot of faith into Doctor to take care of you when she isn't around or you need medical assistance.

🍓 Columbina Isn't afraid or hateful towards humans despite everything that was done to her and her family, because you're a human. how can an entire race be bad if you're so sweet?

🍓 She would Cuddle you, caress you and anything possible aslong as you're comfortable. She'll even make you some food! even if pierrot is the cook of the family.

🍓 Secretly has a stash of Brazilian homemade candy in her tent that she hid for late night snacks, but she'll share them to you of course! She wants you to have paet of her culture!

Guess whos back! Makito is back!

i had such a fat Writers block for so long and got so focused on playing dandys world IM SORRY 😭

" Don't try to act so innocent now, you wanted this, otherwise you wouldn't have sassed off even after I gave you warnings, pet. "

You felt his claws dig into your back, as of now, you are bent over his knee, your hands held together in cuffs however your legs were free. Unfortunately, your mouth was gagged, probably so that no one would hear you from his tent, or he wanted to keep your sounds to himself.

You felt him lift a hand from you, but only a second later did he spank your arse, causing an unexpected yelp from you. You knew that's what he wanted to hear.

" I'm feeling generous, i'll go to 15, you count. Screw up and I restart, yes? " After a few of you not responding he lifts your head back by your hair, " Do you understand, pet? " To which you quickly nod, scared of angering him more. He uses his other hand to pull the gag down, so that you're free to count. He then drops your head, letting your face fall.

" Count. " You feel him smack you again, " One...-" And again, " T-two..! " The cycle keeps going, that is until you reached 7, " Wrong, i'm not going to count myself, dear pet. Let's start again. " You barely have any time to express your protests before you feel another sharp sting on your ass.

After 15 more slaps, he stops, as promised. You want so badly for him to rub the spot, hoping to ease the burn as you try your best to grab at his attire with your cuffed hands, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

" You messed up your count, and this is supposed to be your punishment, tell me, do you really think you deserve such comfort as of now? " To which you sit quitely and then shake your head. " Good, know your place, dear pet. "

" Get on the floor. " He commands, but it doesn't sound as strict as usual. But anyway, you of course oblige, sitting on the floor with your hands behind your back.

He then comes up to you, kneeling slightly to pull your gag back up before standing back up. " Lie on your back, dear one. " He gestures by using his boot to push on your chest only lightly so you get the point.

After following his commands, you already know what he wants, therefore you spread yor legs, thinking your obedience might ease the punishment, yet he reads you well.

" Oh~ Trying to be obedient? Sweetheart, this is still a punishment, your little acts of obedience aren't going to stop the punishment I already put in place for you. " In which you gulp before seeing him get his boot closer to your already wet cunt.

He then brings his boot over your clit, adding more pressure against it, the feeling sensitizing your nerves causing a soft whimper through your gag.

" Oh wow, you really like this don't you? Humans are such creatures, hm. I can't say I am not enjoying seeing you so desperate though. " He locks eyes with you as he presses his boot against your pussy again and again, you shut your eyes in embarrassment but he seems to let it slide this time.

After a while he stops, causing a whine to leave your mouth, " Oh? Getting bratty again are we? Do I really need to remind you of your place... again? This is a punishment, your pleasure depends on me. " He then sits back down on a smaller crate, his legs slightly spread.

" Come. " He commands, to which you quickly sit on your knees infront of him. He then spreads his legs wider, reaching for his pants only to pull out his cock.

" You know what to do, yes? Depending on how well you pleasure me depends on how well I'll pleasure you. " This time, he takes your gag off completely, you're hoping you won't have to wear it for the rest of the night anyway.

You scoot closer, taking his dick in your mouth as he watches your every move. You don't dare to bring your eyes up to his face at all, already feeling humiliated tonight in so many ways.

" Take it all the way, don't make me ask twice, my dear. " To which you try your best, gagging slightly as his tip reaches the back of your throat, tears pricking your eyes. A sight he loves to see.

You swear you heard him slightly grunt, in which his hand goes behind your head, finding it's place in your hair and using your head as he forcefully bobs your head on him, the move causing you to choke slightly, the tears falling freely down your cheeks.

After a while, you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, a key sign that he's close.

When he finally finishes, he pulls you all the way so that your mouth is fully covering his cock as he ejaculates inside your throat, causing you to cough slightly, his grip doesn't dare let you off of him until he feels you can.

After a few, he lets you go, saliva and semen dripping down your chin as you move back to catch your breath. You feel your pussy pulsing and aching, needing a release.

" Feeling needy are we? Too bad you'll need to work for that. Up. " He mocks you as he motions you to get on his lap, you sigh, yet still obeying his command.

You place yourself just infront of his cock, you notice how big it is compared to you, the tip reaches closely towards your upper body.

" Go ahead, please yourself. " It would sound like he's giving you the advantage but no, that just means you have to work for your pleasure.

You hesitantly, raise your hips over his cock, and then slowly sink down, letting the tip protrude into your dripping cunt, elicting a soft whine from you as you slowly take it in, feeling all the more sensitive from the heated punishments.

After taking in some of him, you stop, still adjusting. After you took too long, you felt him deliver a harsh slap on your thigh, causing you to squirm and yelp. " Take it all the way, I know you can. " In which you do, sinking your hips down until you're fully sitting on him. Your pussy notably fluttering around him.

" Are you gonna move or just cockwarm me? Darling, I don't like waiting. " He warns, causing you to gulp nervously. You lift your hips up, and then back down, a soft whimper escaping your lips at the feeling. You start to go faster to the best of your abilities, finding it a little difficult to do so, given you don't even have your hands to keep you stable.

To keep yourself from losing balance, you fell forward against his shoulder, his hair tickling your face as he chuckles. " Getting tired yet? I'll be nice just this once, you just beg for it and depending on how well you do, i'll decide whether to help you or not, pet. " To which you almost immediately started begging him to take control.

" P-please- Jester..! " In which he tilts his head mockingly.

" Please what? What do you want, darling? "

" Please, f-fuck me- please, please, p-please-! " You beg and plead desperately, your hips moving faster on him.

He then places his hands on your hips, his claws digging into your skin purposefully, " Since you asked so nicely- " You gasp as he roughly slammed you down onto his cock.

In which, he uses your hips to slam you onto him over and over again, you feel your eyes roll back as you squirm and moan against his shoulder.

You feel his claws digging into you again and again as well, probably leaving some sort of mark you're gonna have to get bandaged by the Doctor tomorrow.

Your cunt squelches around him, you already feel closer to climaxing, most likely because of your sensitivity, and he can definitely tell.

" Remember, this is still a punishment. Do not come without my permission, yes? " In which you nod against him rapidly, even though you pulse over and over again around him.

You struggle not to come, your legs shaking over him, and he notices. He slams you down onto him rougher, the noises you make getting louder, " Shh, I don't want our time to be ruined, and im sure you wouldn't want that either, I recomend you keep quiet. " You can hear the slight mockery in his voice.

You decide to bite onto his apparel, suprising him only a little but not letting his movements falter. " Oh? Quite bold of you, but i'll allow it. Just this once, pet. " If any change, you notice him going faster, maybe he secretly likes it.

" Please- I can't anymore! I'm g-gonna cum!! Please, please-! " In which he frowns slightly, " Poor little thing, hold it for a little longer, be good for me. " To which you whine in response.

After a little longer in which you don't know how you've lasted to, he suddenly commands you to come, " Come for me, go ahead dearest, let me hear how much you wanted this. "

You didn't even need to be asked twice, the bubbling feeling in your tummy finally busting as you tense up and shake around him, moaning and crying out his name, you swear you hear him groan quietly as he finishes inside of you, adding more heat at your core.

After a while of both of you riding out your highs, he stops, your pussy covering him fully again as you practically sit on him, huffing on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

" Look at this, such a mess you've made on me. " He gestures towards the juices spilled from you, his own seed still plugged inside of you.

You don't really have the energy to look as you just lie on his shoulder, exhausted. You wouldn't be lying if you said you wanted to rile him up again, just to get him to do this, again.

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On one hand, Harlequin could brush off the misunderstanding, relentlessly chide Pierrot for his new stab wounds, and move on. He could delight in the reactions he got from everyone, the homicidal look in Pierrot's eyes, the tense shouts from Doctor and Jester as they tried to pull him of Harlequin, the exasperated sighs and grumbles from Ticket Taker as he helped Doctor patch him up. Each expression, each searing stab into his flesh was something to sink his teeth into and enjoy. He wasn't known as The Poison for nothing; he could understand the misjudgment.

But he could also be angry.

Harlequin was many things, and rarely was he kind. He had found you bleeding on your shirt, frantically searching for tissues or napkins, and decided to help. Why? Maybe he wanted to hold this over your head for fun, maybe he was growing soft, or maybe he was becoming fond of you. He was man enough to admit that an interest had formed during his chase. An interest, infatuation at most, but interest nonetheless, and dare he say —care.

If it were any other human, Harlequin would lend a tissue or two and wish them comfort, but it was you. Offering a spare shirt of his was something he'd only done with his family members, but he gave one to you without much thought. He gave you a quiet spot within his tent to rest and clean up while he turned to let you change, and he was fully intending to clean the soiled shirt for you.

Yet Pierrot and the others smelled your blood and thought the worst of him immediately. Pierrot, whom Harlequin has known since childhood, would've killed him had the others not held him back while Bil pulled his bloodied body away. He could see the slight distain and irritation in the others' eyes, only for it to vanish when you hurried forward. Without looking at Harlequin even once, Pierrot had run to you and held your face with bloodied hands.

Harlequin couldn't quite blame the group for their initial reaction. He was the one to play with his food, and since his fondness for you wasn't open to the others, they wouldn't doubt that he'd erase you purely to hurt Pierrot. But do they honestly think him to be so cruel? Surely, they've noticed how his eyes linger on you. Or how he glances for you in a crowd. Or how his venomous words grew ever so slightly gentle when aimed at you.

You were trying to be funny, by funny I mean talking shit about the Jester. To his face.

Now your bound by a leash, arms tied behind your back, face smooshed against the sheets beneath you as your ass is exposed to the Jester, conpletely at his mercy.

You found it sort of unfair that he had all of his clothes on still, yet you didn't, so naturally, you had something to say.

" This aint fair-!! " You try and use your untied legs to push away yet his grip doesn't allow that. " Just wait til Pierrot finds what you're doing-! You meanie!! " You feel a sharp sting on your arse that makes you yelp as he slaps you.

" Sure yes, I'm aware he won't like the fact that I am toying with his little pet, but maybe once he sees the obedience I am able to force you into, maybe he'll appreciate it. " He hums, his fingers getting dangerously close to your entrance.

" Y-you wouldn't dare!! " To which he chuckles.

" Oh really? " One finger plunges into your soaking hole, the force slightly startling you, causing you to gasp.

" Oh wow, so tight aren't we? I don't think even Pierrot got his chance yet, has he? " He continues to plunge his finger into you over and over again before adding another, you can't help but drool into the sheets as his fingers hit you in all the right places.

Your hips try to stay at his rythm, bucking back to meet his fingers, he grins deeper at your reaction yet pulls his fingers back out, causing you to whine.

" Mh, still so bratty, huh? Maybe I need a little more to break you... Just know, dear pet. I desire to keep going until you crumble, until you beg me to stop. Who knows, I might just keep going to hear your pathetic begging.. " His grip on your arse tightens at his own words.

He yanks your leash before you have any chance to speak, pulling you up and towards him, on your knees, facing away from him as youre held up against his body.

" What the h-hell are you doing- Ah! " Another sting hits your thigh this time.

" Such foul language, its okay, ill have your mouth spew incomphrensible nonsense in no time. " He grins against your ear, his grip on the leash tightening.

His other hand moves, seemingly to unbuckle his pants. Next thing you know, you feel something big against your back, you have a feeling you know exactly what that is.

" Do you want to submit to me now or keep this little game up? Im alright with either, my dear pet. "

Your silenced defiance sparked even more drive in him to break you, to which he quickly lifts your hips over his cock and quickly impales you in one move, catching you off guard.

You mewled at the intrusion, your hands helplessly turning into fists, unable to grab at anything.

He didn't give you a second to adjust, you didn't deserve it.

" Such interesting noises... where's the fight I saw in you just a moment ago now, pet? " His claws dig into you, drawing pricks of blood as he forces you onto his cock, over and over again.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, your eyes squeezed shut from the girth of his cock, even so, you clenched around him repeatedly from the pleasurable experience.

" My, so desperate~ " One of his hands reach up to your chin, pulling you even closer against him, his head at your side as he continues to thrust himself inside of you again. " P-please-it feels so good-! " You squealed desperately when he pounded into you harder.

" Oh? You're begging to me? I didn't expect you to submit to me so nicely, but darling if you want me to let you feel good, you're gonna have to work for it. " His eyes darken as his claws dig into you deeper, causing you to gasp and moan, exactly the reaction he wanted from you.

Just then, the flap of his tent was heard as it was opened, to which his hips pause, yet he is still inside of you, paying attention to the newcomer from his side.

" Ah, Bil, did you need anything? Or did you want to use this little doll too? " He asks casually, the Ticket Taker takes in the scene before him, before getting closer.

" I suppose I have the time, do you think they can even handle us both? " He comes to your side, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

" She'll be good, won't you pet? " He pulls your head back further against him, his claws digging into your chin slightly, daring you to talk back.

" You can take her mouth, i'll continue to use her here, yes? " The Ticket Taker nods and gets in front of you as the Jester pushes you down towards the bed quite roughly, elicting a noise of discomfort from you, though, the Jester then continued thrusting into you once again, causing you to let out a choked whimper.

The Ticket Taker takes out his cock in front of you, the Jester hands him the leash connected to your collar to which he gladly takes, forcing you closer, " Come now, dear guest. You know what to do. " He orders you to suck him off, in which you take him in your mouth despite glaring at him slightly.

The Jesters grip on your hands tightens, drilling into you harder whilst you moan around the Ticket Takers cock, in which he pulls you further, causing you to choke on him slightly, you swear you hear his breaths get heavier.

" I feel you squeezing me repeatedly, are you close, pet?~ " You buck your hips against him, signaling your need for release whilst he chuckles.

" You better hold it, unless you want me to continue even after your high. " His voice drops an octave, smacking your arse in the process, your yelp being turned into a muffled whimper.

The Ticket Takers fingers grab at your scalp, now forcing you to take all of him, tears falling down your cheeks as he watches your face from beneath his mask, his breathing slightly heavy.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer, you're hoping and praying that the Jester is close too, you don't know if you can hold it anymore.

" Gonna cum? " He seems to be mocking you. You don't know if he's close or not, but anyway you nod vigorously around Bil.

He doesn't tell you not to come, in which makes you think it's okay to, oh how wrong you were.

You tensed up, your orgasm taking over you as you spasm around him and Ticket Taker, to which Bil finally releases inside of your mouth, still not letting off, forcing you to swallow every drop, however, the Jester wasn't done.

After a while of riding out your high, Bil pulls out of your mouth, freeing you of being able to let out your noises, when you start getting overwhelmed with the pleasure is when you notice the Jester isn't stopping, nor does he seem like stopping anytime soon.

" How pitiful, you're not really a good listener now are you? " He grins, continuing to thrust into you as your whimpers grow louder, " B-but- you didn't say n-not to-!! " You squirm, the overstimulation getting to you as he chuckles at your pathetic display, the Ticket Taker pulls at the leash, forcing you to look up at him.

" Don't you want to be good and let him finish? If not we'll have to punish you again. " His hand comes up to cup your cheek, wiping the stray tears from your face as you whimper from the intense stimulation you're recieving.

You feel the Jester slam into you harder, you guess that he's getting close, no, you hope he is.

" I'm getting closer pet, just hold out a little longer, won't you? " You practically fall limp, the only thing keeping you from collapsing is the Jesters hold on your tied up arms, and the Ticket Takers grip on your chin.

After what feels like a really long while, you feel warmth develope in your womb, your body shaking like a leaf as the Jester continues to fuck you through his own high.

After fucking his seed into you does he finally let go of your arms, your body falling forward and slipping from the Ticket Takers hand onto the bed.

" Hm, would you mind changing the sheets and taking care of them, i'll take care of anything else in the circus for now. " He orders the Ticket Taker as he pulls his pants up, in which he nods, untying your arms as he lifts you into his lap, the Jester leaving the tent.

" Are you alright? " He pats your head thats lying against his shoulder.

" Mph... " Is the only thing you can muster, he sits there with you on his lap, only when you fall asleep is when he decides to take care of the sheets.

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IM PRETTY SURE I CHECKED BUT IF THERE ARE ANY SPELLING ERRORS IM SORRY.

Your throat vibrates with a muted whimper as his teeth take hold, clench down, sink in. Harlequin marvels at the sound, hungers to draw more just like it from your parted lips, and bares his teeth in an effort to do just that, shuddering at the hoarse cry he manages to wrench from your throat. The muffled din outside attempts to swallow it, music and laughter and voices raised in revelry desperate to flood between the gaps in the flaps of his tent, but Harlequin closes his ears to all but your rushed breaths and wet gasps, and drowns in the ecstasy of hot blood bubbling between his teeth.

Pressure along his nape is his only warning before he feels the weight of your hand settling at the base of his skull, fingers trembling as they delve into his curls and grip tightly at the strands. A glance at your face affords him an image of your eyes clenched shut and your lips plump and parted, panted breaths slipping unchecked over your tongue. “H-haah… haa - ” 

Harlequin shudders at your little cries, feeling the echo of them thrumming through your skin and jostling the shoulder clamped between his jaws. His mouth waters with the desire to clench his teeth, spear them into your muscle until you’re still, cowed, body slumped in supplication and eager to be devoured. But he suppresses the urge, jade eyes rolling into the back of his skull as your blood pools on his tongue. 

Despite every instinct rebelling against it, Harlequin only allows himself to hold you within the grip of his maw for a moment, a fleeting handful of your fluttered heartbeats, until he deems the mark he’s bestowed will linger upon your skin for as long as physically possible, a constant reminder of his claim. You shudder when he eases his teeth free from your flesh, and whine when he’s unable to resist pressing the flat of his tongue to the wounds left behind, the blood flowing sluggishly from your shoulder disappearing down his gullet with a single swallow. 

“H-Harlequin.” Your voice comes out hoarse, ragged. Harlequin drags his forked tongue along your throat and hums appreciatively at the jumping of your pulse, only for your grip on his curls to tighten as you repeat, urgently, “Harlequin.”

Lips twisting as he’s pulled from the pleasurable haze of blood and wet, parted flesh, Harlequin follows your line of sight to the opening of the tent and frowns as he spots the tall, silver-haired figure lurking there. It seems you’ve gained an audience.

“Enjoying the show?” he asks of Pierrot, tilting his head. He should have known some of the others would be drawn in by the intoxicating scent of spilled blood.

Pierrot’s golden eyes glance disinterestedly across his face and roll seamlessly onto your own, gaze trailing along the length of your throat until it settles upon the wound on your shoulder.

Harlequin’s lips curl into a smirk. “I see,” he breathes, twisting until he can fit his chest against your spine and pillowing his chin on your shoulder blade. A lazy curl of his claws urges Pierrot closer. “Come, Pierrot. Come and see.”

You tense as Pierrot approaches, the merry tinkling of his bells at odds with your hitched breaths. Fear lends a bitter edge to your scent, hands shaking as you reach clumsily for the stretched out collar of your shirt, but Harlequin pushes his lips against your nape and wraps a ring of claws around your wrist, stilling your hand before you can tuck the bared bite mark out of sight.

“Let him see,” he urges you.

Your throat bobs on a swallow as Pierrot slows to a stop before you, the tips of his boots touching the scuffed toes of your sneakers. He says nothing, of course, though Harlequin doubts he’d have the capacity even if speaking were allowed. The poor fool looks completely entranced by you.

“You smell it, don’t you?” Harlequin muses huskily, smiling toothily over your shoulder at the besotted mime. This close to your skin, the scent of your blood and your fear and your need rises up to choke him - to choke them both - and he sighs as saliva begins to pool on the back of his tongue. “You’re too late for a taste, I’m afraid. Oh well.”

That gets a reaction, Pierrot’s brows bunching over narrowed golden eyes and his teeth clenching behind his lips. Harlequin’s smile broadens at the mime’s obvious irritation, bearing his bloodied teeth just to drive the knife a little deeper. 

Your sharp inhale reaches his ears half a second before Pierrot’s claws shoot out to wrap around your arm; beneath Harlequin’s grip, still tight around your opposite wrist, your pulse hitches and then soars, thrumming like the wings of a caged bird. 

Harlequin’s smile fails to wane even as Pierrot dips his head, golden eyes trained unerringly on your face, although it twists, sharpens, like a blade. “Careful, Pierrot,” he breathes, preparing to rise to his full height and pull you away.

Pierrot merely tilts his head, bright eyes drifting slowly between your face and Harlequin’s as the claws wound around your arm begin to drag along your sleeve, up and over your elbow, to settle on the curve of your unmarked shoulder.

Harlequin’s hackles rise, the wild fluttering of your pulse beneath his claws climbing to a fever pitch as Pierrot tugs at your sleeve, fabric stretching, straining, tearing, until your unmarred flesh is bared to his gaze. “Pierrot - ”

The growl in his voice fails to deter the silver-haired mime, a cry torn from your throat as Pierrot’s head snaps forward and his jaw parts around your shoulder. Harlequin bears his teeth in a snarl, incensed at the sight of your flesh locked in Pierrot’s maw and the clumsy grasping of your fingers rising to clench within the other’s collar, releasing your wrist and preparing to tear Pierrot away from you -

Only for your hand to reach back and grab for him instead, fingers spasming as they climb along his shoulder and wind around the back of his throat. 

“H-Harlequin,” you moan softly, your head slumping against his collar and your nails raking fitfully through the hair at his nape. Your spine arches against his chest, supple and sweet, and Harlequin’s maw parts around a heavy inhale as your scent drowns his senses in that heady, electric bouquet he had tasted earlier, the moment his teeth first sank into your flesh. Delight.

Jade eyes flutter closed as he lowers his head to your marked shoulder, dried blood flaking onto his tongue as he fits his mouth to that decadent swath of hot, torn skin. You whimper as his teeth find purchase once more, fingers clenching tightly in the downy hairs at the nape of his neck, and Harlequin’s throat rumbles on a hungry groan as you tug, his rage tempered by the swell of your need.

Have it your way, he decides, ears filling with the rush of your breaths and Pierrot’s own quiet whimpers as your blood spills over their tongues.  

You hear choking from the other room, then hurried steps before a panicked Pierrot face peaks through the open door.

"So?"

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Reopens it. Closes it while holding his chin. Starts fidgeting his fingers. Paces around. Pulls on his hat while clenching his jaw, then shrugs with a concerned expression.

"Pierrot, this is a yes or no question, not the end of the world."

He sighs, shoulders low before making the sign of the cross and joining his hand in a prayer gesture with what you think is a single tear streaming down his white mask.

"What the...?'

"My Dear. I will support you in all your decisions and choices. If you want to go on a diet do it. Just... Let me mourn this gorgeous curves... For a time. Alright..?"

✧Jester✧

"I think about losing some pounds, here and there." You say sorting some paper with Jester.

"No."

"Sorry, I said : I thought about going on a diet." You repeat a bit louder.

"I heard you. I said no." He doesn't even bother looking up from his document

"Wha...? I think this is my choice to make, no?"

"No."

"Jester!" You pest, "You were more accomodating when we entered this relati-" You're immediately shut up when a purple collar and leash appears at your neck, and Jester pulls on it to force you on your knees between his legs.

He tilts your head up between two claws.

"Remind me again who calls the shots here?" He bares his fangs with his terrible smirk, "You forsake your rights on your body when you entered my bed, pet. Or should I reminds you of our little agreement...?"

✧Harlequin✧ (fem!reder, remember)

"Hey, Harl!" You ask from your closet, one of your newest bra not fitting you anymore already.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I should do a diet?"

He stops, raising a mischievious eyebrow at you like he was about to send you a jab like only he knows it, and suddenly you regret asking him about that.

His smile suddenly vanishes and he holds his chin with an almost panicked expression.

"Does that mean you will lose bra sizes?"

"I think that could happen, indeed... Why?"

"Ah! Then Fuck.NO.You.Won't."

• The second he hears about you playing an instrument he instantly has to hear his dearest play! He would beg you with his puppy eyes if he has to!

• Should you not wish to play he gets concerned, why are you so nervous to play? Did someone say something bad about you?! is it him your nervous about disappointing, is that the impression he’s been giving?! did he do something wrong? Your not pulling away are you?

• Anyway eventually he’s getting you to play for him either out of concern for him clearly taking it badly that you would play for him (granted he quickly scrambled to hide it) or through his encouragement. He cant let you get away with hiding this from him!

• And yes he is very encouraging, your own biggest fan before he’s even heard you. Will continually remind you that you are safe from judgment when its just you and him, he could never judge you, he adores you! Now PLEASE play for him dear…

• Once you do play he will sit there absolutely lovestruck and mesmerised by your music he had expected whatever you played to sound great but this? Is this what heaven sounds like? He could listen to this for eternity and spend every second of it happy, just look at you his love, his dream, HIS only want playing right here for HIM! He could die happy hear and now.

• You may have to snap him out of it even after you stop playing he can get so lost it may take him a minute to realise, still lost in the moment. Tends to be disappointed when you stop but quickly bounces back once he hears you speak giving you the biggest round of applause looking for that smile of yours.

• Should you seem nervous once you stop playing he is going on endlessly about how amazing you are, how HE gets to witness this. You should be on stage preforming to vast audiences! Sure he'd love to keep you all for himself but you deserve to be shown how amazing you are, how much the audience would love you! His dearest.

• Maybe you could assist in HIS performance! Its just music you could just stand to the side while he dances with his shadows for you, so long as you’re in an area you won’t see anything you shouldn’t you’ll be perfectly fine! A great duet, dancer and musician as one, each others muse perhaps!!

• He’s deviated once he finds out your terrified of being on stage. Of course you would be he knows how judgmental people can be, of course your afraid of them. It would crumble his fantasies in an instant, but maybe keeping you off stage is for the better.

• Thinking about it he can’t help but worry about how the audience would view you, if something could go wrong and the audience mistreat you? What if you somehow end up like him during his first performance? He couldn’t let that happen to you.

• As much as he wants you to be confident enough to go on stage, to break your insecurities bit by bit, and he wants to prove it to you that YOU are the greatest person he could possibly ask to do so. To gently break your fears and let you shine like you are clearly meant too. He’s to terrified of what could happen to you what THEY could DO to you. He can’t bring himself to put you in that situation.

• Will however often ask you to play for him while he practices or simply to enjoy dancing with you, maybe even just so he can listen to you play over and over again, doing whatever he can and saying whatever he can to improve your confidence and show you exactly how good you are.

• Oh you play an instrument do you? How fun~, and would you look at that he won’t stop teasing you with little remarks about hearing you play. He gets more and more inpatient the longer he waits.

• However if you don’t wish to play for him? He’ll tease about being offended but reading your insecurities hits him in a way he doesn’t want to think about. Besides why would he care about that you being hesitant over a stupid instrument.

• Eventually you’ll fall for one of his tactics get so annoyed by his teasing you cave and play for him, or was it the small gestures of odd kindness where that smile appears more genuine and he points out the music stating “I bet you could play that”, and the few questions he has that aren’t poisoned by his teasing tone. Play this game long enough he may get inpatient and end up cornering you so evade him at your own risk.

• He’s going to continue to tease you although he will turn it down dependent on your current level of discomfort, reminding you that he doesn’t mean it, dear one. Will slip in a few kind words with a noticeably more gentle smile before continuing like it never happened and changing the subject if you bring it up by asking random questions.

• Finally when you play for him he’s absolutely dumbfounded, YOU play like THIS? And you’re afraid to show it?! The sheer idea of being so good at something and not showing it off? He really doesn’t understand you, but that’s what makes you so intriguing, so likeable? He doesn’t understand his feelings for you regarding this simply because he choses not to. What he does know is that he needs to hear you play more often.

• Once you stop he’s giving you a round of applause flashing that mischievous grin of his and asking if maybe you could play something to set the mood next time, you know have a little fun. So long as Pierrot isn’t in earshot there shouldn’t be any knives involved.

• Your still nervous? He’s unsure what to say just kind of freezing for a second once he notices before blurting out something along the lines of “Are you serious? You just put on the show of the year right her and your…” before catching himself before making snarky remarks about how astonishing you’re talent is that are oddly kind for such a tone.

• Anyway before long he’s attempting to convince you to join his performances even bribing with what he can. You two would be a dastardly duo and he would love to see Pierrots face once he sees. Background music for his stories, covered. Drama added to his stunts done. He could even sing along!

• Complains like a winy idiot once he finds out your to afraid to go on stage and takes it as a challenge to convince you to do so. Afraid of the public? Don’t worry about them just play for him like they aren’t there! Yeah yeah thats not how that works but come on you two would make an amazing duo! Pleaseeeeee?

• Anyway the more he thinks about it the more it bothers him, not because your not willing to duet him in some form, but because deep down he’s concerned about you. He doesn’t want you to have so much fear over something you clearly enjoy doing, after all you wouldn’t be so good at it if it wasn’t something you enjoyed right?

• He wants to break whatever’s holding you back and the thought will pester him endlessly and he won’t admit it hurts to see you so afraid of judgment. As if their opinions actually matter, that those toys on the streets harassment had gotten to you and caused you to fear it. They mean nothing compared to what you could do and yet they still soil that talent.

• This results in him getting you to play for him when you two are alone, making those naturally gentle comments he refuses to admit to in hopes you get used to playing more in the presence of others. Some day you’ll open up, you have too, you deserve too. Besides he does enjoy listening to you play, almost like a place to rest and find peace for those moments amongst the chaos if the circus; a time to finally relax and just listen. He won’t admit how much he truly enjoys it though.

• Probably found out from the others that you play an instrument unless you told him, I have a feeling he’d catch Pierrot looking at stuff such as accessories or maintenance for your instrument. That or Harle let it slip after he clocked his annoyance at you not performing in front of others. He doesn’t care much for hearing you play but he’ll admit he’s curious what got the others riled up.

• Would probably ask you to play out of curiosity and to see how willing you are to follow along, if you decline to he’s probably reiterating it and telling you it wasn’t a question. It didn’t take long for him to asses your body language and look in your eyes to know it was simply fear of his judgment.

• He’s not letting this go now, he doesn’t exactly like being evaded and having things hidden from him, in this case its your talent. However to avoid upsetting a certain guard dog he needs to be nice about this, more of a gentle push, oh and he’ll keep pushing even if he can’t push you fully right now he’ll simply come back later to continue. Like training a pet, they won’t always obey the first time.

• He pushes by asking questions, maybe how long you’ve played, how often. He’ll invite you to play even briefly, these invites do not stop or even slow for that matter. He’ll typically wait for when you appear most at ease talking about your instrument before each invite, making a mental note of improvement and giving himself feedback on the best approach.

• Once he manages to convince you to play he takes more pleasure in the victory of his in successfully breaking you in. However he will admit you sounded way better than he imagined. Its a shame it took so long to accomplish this, but the time he took “convincing” you was worth it.

• When you stop he thinks about how maybe you would make a nice little song bird, a cute little pet with music to listen to, preferably well trained. He wonders how many songs you could play. However that may disturb the circus too much, its a pity but he’d rather keep things as they are without the interruption.

• If he noticed your anxious after you’ve played he’s quick to tell you that you simply have no reason to be, your performance was great its a shame the circus is yet to master that talent. You must have spent a lot of time on it which is saying something for someone with such a small life span, he can’t help but respect the passion.

• Although you shouldn’t get any ideas about joining them. He knows how easy it would be for you to slip somewhere you don’t belong should the others let you try. But maybe if they insist they could put you somewhere else, with a well thought out plan of course, maybe you could add ambiance to the food stalls. As long as you don’t find out whats in the food.

• Oh your unable to perform on a stage? Makes sense since you couldn’t even perform in front of him. Better to keep it that way since it would cause the circus less trouble, humans can be quite troublesome after all so he understands where the insecurity is coming from. Its a shame humans don’t have the capacity to understand talent when they hear it, this place would be a whole lot nicer without them. At least you’re stage fright should help you behave well, he knows he likes that about you.

• He won’t dwell much on the thought but he’ll remember how well you played. Although he’s going to have to keep an eye out for the other circus members breaking or bending the rules for you to play. He’ll have to keep an eye on that after all with talent like that I’m sure they’ll want you playing more.

• Maybe he himself should ask you to play again when it wouldn’t inconvenience the circus? Besides it may give him a chance to catch up with his little mouse, make sure they continue to behave like a good pet. Despite everything so long as you stay in line your company isn’t exactly bad.

• Should you find yourself playing for him again it may be after a particularly hard day, giving him a chance to unwind a little, after all he does enjoy the music. You are quite a good little pet for obliging although he can tell it was done out of care or concern, he doesn’t like to think about that though. You are after all just a human, just a pet, pets don’t last as long as they do so there’s no point getting attached. Even if he may end up concerned about having a choice in that.

• Oh great you “play” an instrument. Congratulations your insecurity is now warranted. He’s a perfectionist so assuming you don’t play to his standards he dreads having to listen too it.

• He’s relieved if he finds out you don’t want to play in front of him, he’d rather not waste his time judging that when he’s already busy with the circus. However should he hear about your playing from the others he will become curious. Especially if jester is the one to say something nice he’s quite hard to please with human stunts.

• Eventually he’ll try to get you to play to ease his curiosity, he’ll be reassuring and do his best to make you feel comfortable enough to play, lying about being judgmental if he has to, claiming he would not be bothered by such a trivial thing.

• However he’s not asking, and it would be good of you to obey and stay in line right? As much as that “illusion” behind you seems to dislike his methods its for the better of the circus that he can go back to focusing on his work. Your pretty much cornered until you at least try to play.

• Finally getting you to play he’s honestly surprised, you meet his standards maybe even succeed them. It really took that much to pry it out of you? Oh well, he doesn’t ponder long, he’s already enjoying the music. Its a nice difference from the chaos of the circus, kind of like a grounding symphony amongst the chaos. He’s very impressed.

• Once you stop he’s quick to ask you to continue stating it as a nice break from work and thanking you for your time and obedience, even if it took some pushing. He’s glad he chose to listen too you despise his expectations.

• Wait are you nervous? After that performance? He’s very quick to highlight every little perfection you appear to be blatantly glossing over. Honestly it’s painful for him to hear such negativity about something to well done.

• Maybe he can convince Jester to let you play for the daytime performances, those rowdy streets could use something to make his presence seem less agonising amongst those messy animals. However that would probably be difficult so he shouldn’t get his hopes up. Its a shame, he could really use something to look forward to out there.

• What?! Your afraid to perform still? It irks him that talent like that is wasted on the judgment of fools who don’t know better, don’t understand the true perfection of what they hear. As much as he knows Jester wouldn’t let you perform anyway it just makes him want to send you out more to prove them and you wrong, even if it meant agonisingly explaining it in simple terms for those too simple minded!If only it wouldn’t cause issues for the circus!!

• Thinking about it starts to bother him where that fear of judgment has came from, I mean he is insanely judgmental when it comes to things like this. What made you so anxious? He knows he feels bad for you but also that he can’t change anything that happened before, but that won’t stop him thinking about it regardless if he wants to or not.

• He’ll accept you not wanting to play for others, after all it would be better for the circus, however he will not accept whatever caused this fear. He doesn’t care if its just a natural anxiety or something that happened, he’s getting to the root of it and gently pushing you to be more confident at mostly your own pace, he can’t let such talent go to waste after all. You get complemented on the little things you don’t even think about much anymore let alone expect to be recognised for with him around.

• He’ll get you to play for him when he could use some time away from the chaos typically not giving you no as an option, after all your in their circus so you play by their rules. And honestly he needs this, he’s grown fond of your playing and your company like a small sanctuary from every responsibility and little detail he gets too stuck into. After all he is the most stressed within the circus.

• His patient plays music? Can you play metal? He doesn’t care wether or not your instrument sounds metal, it could always be modified to sound that way. But can you? He’d ask you to try even on an otamatone.

• You wont play for him? What’s wrong? Afraid he’ll breach patient confidentiality? You shouldn’t keep secrets from your doctor sweetie, you could end up in worse condition, lets not let that happen.

• Eventually with some convincing he’s sure to get you to play besides he’s a doctor not a musician your the expert in that field, he’s quick to analyse the anxiety realising he’s not the problem but people in general.

• He’s reassuring and factual in his approach stating very clearly he does not care how you play, if you have the capacity to play for yourself then you clearly weren’t doing it for anyone else. What matters is you find joy in it, that’s what he’s looking for. Not some performance of the year. And if you aren’t that good then you’re simply still improving that’s how it works. He didn’t become a doctor over night after all (well at least a good one).

• When he eventually gets to hear you play he’s studying you, he doesn’t care what you play although he would prefer metal. But right now he has a patient to assist. Your great talent was just another factor. Don’t get him wrong he is listening to you and enjoying the music but he has priorities.

• Once your done he gathers the facts, how nervous you where, how much more talented you where then you let on out of anxiety, how much you still seemed to enjoy playing despite everything. You may need to wait a minute before he responds. Interesting aren’t you? And yet unbelievably talented.

• Noticing immediately the heightened anxiety if present he’s ensuring you know how well you played and that you should be proud of your efforts in gaining that skill. You have no need to be nervous and you should know as your doctor its his job to help you relieve said ails that stop you from reaching your full potential.

• Your free to come play in his tent any time, just be careful of his medical instruments, we wouldn’t want you getting hurt now. Although he’s going to do everything logical to convince you to play metal for him, it is calming for him after all.

• Ah right his patients, of course you won’t play in front of them, even if its not as bad as a stage or any performance like the others would invite you to its still people listening. Oh well its only until your more confident, patience is key in situations like these.

• He spends a lot of time thinking about it, ways to help you overcome thus fear. Medications, exposure therapy, diving into potential trauma, maybe it’s genetic insecurity? He’ll figure out why you can’t play in front of others and cure it. That’s what doctors are for and the better health be it mental or physical the tastier the result.

• You should be confident and be allowed to show of your skill free of fear regardless of judgment, you do it for joy and should not be held back from a passion. It may take time but he’s breaking whatever restrains you, he wouldn’t be a good doctor if he didn’t. Besides he wants you to find as much joy in your music as he finds joy in being a doctor.

• Getting asked to come play for him while he sets up or packs away becomes a regular occurrence in his attempt to study your improvement and get you used to playing in front of others, besides he does enjoy your music. Soon you should be able to play around his other patients too, it just needs time.

• Someone told her you like playing an instrument. She’s not overly inclined towards you but the others like you so next time she sees you she’ll ask about it, even though humans make her nervous.

• Your too insecure to play? Shes very understanding and won’t push however she’ll invite you to play with her. She picked up an ocarina along their travels, along with other little hobbies she found neat, shes not really musically inclined and can’t play well telling you this in advance.

• She’ll get you to play by providing you peace and quiet. She offers to play first and her skill makes you feel more welcome, she even stated you could probably do better but you both where here for comfort not skill, and yeah you can definitely play better than that.

• Knowingly very sympathetic she’s letting you do things at your own pace with no rush, letting you know theres no reason to be nervous. I guess it also helps seeing she’s nervous too, but that’s just how she is around you, shes very untrusting. But despite that she still let you stay, still wants you to feel welcome, feel comfortable even. If only it was so easy to do the same for her.

• Surprised to hear how well you play she gets distracted by it, she wasn’t expecting this even though the overs spoke of you so highly. Shes a bit embarrassed by her own skill now but that doesn’t matter long to her, what matters is you seem so happy, it’s practically contagious. It eases her slightly until she notices it and the reminder that your a human just like them kicks in.

• Shes quick to congratulate you once you finish and even asks you to teach her, she could always use another little hobby to distract herself after all. And you dose enjoy bonding with you although sometimes she forces herself to much for the sake of the others.

• Wait your still nervous? But you played so well is it her your nervous of? Where you this nervous with the others? Its not because she’s pretty is it? Shes quick to jump conclusions and assume things she expects from humans in general, but with either reassurance or the realisation its not just her will put her mind at ease and she’ll start to realise you are simply afraid of the judgment of others.

• Have the others offered you a role performing yet? It would be nice to see you get to show off your skill if you feel like it. Your music truly is something after all, she could offer to help you set up too. Maybe help convince them to let you on stage if your feeling confident enough.

• Its not surprising to her when you say you don’t want to be on stage, instead she offers you to play along in her little hide aways where the public cant judge you. It doesn’t matter if they would think your bad or even too good in there you get to be alone whenever you please.

• Sure she wants you to be confident enough to go on stage but humans can be terrible regardless if your better or worse. She gets harassed a for her beauty and wonders what attention you would draw to yourself with you playing. Maybe its for the best you stay away from them, but she’ll still encourage you to play for other members of the circus, after all she trusts them unlike you or the public.

• She’ll still offer for you to play music with her giving her a chance to practice the ocarina asking you tips and tricks about getting better at music in general. She may even ask you to find something simple you can both learn to play together. Just for the small moments away from everything and everyone else.

Thanks for the ask I’m glad you like my writing! Honestly I was already thinking about the cast and a Violinist!Reader so I already had plenty of ideas.

Honestly I may have just taken the idea and ran with it so sorry if I miss interpreted anything in my excitement.