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Gluttony
The first night of the game from Pierrot's perspective
Pairing(s): Pierrot x Reader (gn)
Warnings/Additional Info: Yandere, Horror elements, Gender-neutral reader (no pronouns), Non-consensual kissing, Non-consensual drug use, Somnophilia, Disturbing thoughts, Allusions to vore, The dove isn't dead it's simply sleeping
The Marionette [Aesthetic]
(The Freak Circus x Reader)
The Circus of Horrors comes to town, the screams and laughter of the people drawing in those from far and wide. Including a young woman who works at a local diner, her love for the macabre and theatre alike pushing her forward as she takes her firsts steps into the circus that would change her life forever.
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Name: Elise Age: 20's Gender: Female (She/They/It) Species: Human Role: The Marionette In the beginning, Elise was nothing more then a fool who was given refuge by the members of the Circus and allowed to keep her humanity. She acted as any other fool would, handing out fliers, delivering supplies to the different tents and helping out with performances. However, as time went on and her relationship with each of the circus members grew, so did her rise of popularity and chance to show the world what she was made of. Leading to her taking on the persona of the Marionette, the living doll who dances on strings and sings of stories long forgotten. Personality: Elise often presents herself as soft spoken, kind, and timid with a subtle curiosity and awe of the world of theatre. She is respectful of authority, minding her manners and making sure to show others respect even if not given it in return and is often easily flustered by acts of kindness towards her. However, beneath her timid nature, she is a deeply traumatized and emotionally detached young woman with a obsessive fascination with the macaque who uses a smile as a defense mechanism to hide her inability to understand and trust others.
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A/N: "The Freak Circus" is a 18+ yandere visual novel that includes depictions of blood, death, murder and gore, as well as allusions to cannibalism, kidnapping and drug use created by @nekoboydreams Please go check out the game on their itch.io page!
Would you be willing to write the tfc cast x a reader with a massive burn scar they typically keep hidden? Like maybe they burned up their arm and wear gloves and long sleeves to hide it (Twas inspired by some guys sona I was yappin about tfc too and I low-key wanna know how people think the cast would respond to seeing that especially my boy Pierrot!)
TFC cast x Reader with a massive burn scar
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Characters :: Pierrot, Harlequin, Ticket Taker, Doctor, Jester, Columbina
WC : 1.8k+
Warnings : Reader feels self conscious, Mention of self inflicted pain for a sec, Mentions of Trauma, Doctor Fascinated with Psychology briefly, And More.
Nsfw Jester giving a punishment? š
Ooo i have some great ideas for this...(aka me being a freak)
never mention jester smut near me... im fin go ham on this
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Thinking about it... But the Freak Circus members thinking that Harlequin killed Mc... yummy to me
At first he smells blood and it leads to the green tent. He goes inside and sees Mc's blood stained shirt on the floor and Harlequin close by. How would they react to such a terrible loss and because of Harlequin again...
But it's all good, actually, Mc just had a nose bleed and while unpleasant, not deadly, they were gone because he was even nice enough to give them a clean shirt. For once Harlequin was just trying to be helpful and what does he get? Murder accusations
This is a fun idea! I think it end in a lighthearted way for sure, but why do that when I can write angsty drabbles lol.
Side note: I often highlight the names with their corresponding color because I think it's pretty, but do you guys enjoy it? I hate for it to be irritating or makes things hard to read, so lemme know if it should go! :DD
when two of the circus clingiest members come for your ahh
columbina design heavily inspired by baidao
TFC X reader
ā A game of Hide and Seek ā
Imagine playing an elaborate game of Hide and seek with them... But you're really determined not to loose
Not your fault that you're good at their game
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A/n: an idea... Hehe enjoy
Oh btw, I think this will have a few endings... I'll post them separately but will try to link them once they're up. Hope you enjoy:)
Tw: mentions of reader being eaten, fear, some dark themes maybe, being chased, Harlequin being Harlequin, slight mentions of explicit things
Disclaimer: This is a work based on an 18+ visual novel, and even though there is not much explicit content here, it is not intended for those underage
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"Looks like our little pet is getting agitated" Jester mused after yet again you tried to sneak out of the circus.
"You know, dear guest, this was unnecessary and out of line..."
"This is dumb. I'm allowed to leave the tents. I've left before"
"Not without informing us first" Ticket Taker says. What you hear is 'not without permission'.
"Darling, you know how easy it is to kidnap people," Jester's tone carries slight notes of mockery.
You sigh, "Seeing as I am practically kidnapped by all of you right now... Yeah, I do"
"We just worry for your safety, My Lady" Pierrot's head rests on your shoulder, so you have to turn to grab his face in your hands. A light blush coats his cheeks at your action.
"As much as I love you, Pierrot, and as much as I want to believe it, I'm afraid you're the only one who is actively concerned for my safety in this case. The others... just really like telling me 'no', for some reason"
That earns a chuckle from Jester.
The Doctor cocks his head to the side: "It is hardly our fault your reactions to refusal are so... intriguing. Ranging from bickering and giving a cold shoulder to outright disregarding whatever we say."
"Is that so? Maybe I should add rearranging your supplies to the range... Or running away from the circus and getting married in Vegas?" You cross your arms and pout, feeling even more outraged when Doctor takes out a notebook and jots something down.
"Perhaps your energy should be redirected elsewhere... How about a game, darling?"
"A game? What, like hide and seek?"
"Could be hide and seek"
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"You'll have an hour to hide... Anywhere, wherever you desire"
You bite your tongue tempted to ask if you could buy a plane ticket and leave the country in that one hour... If you timed it right and was very lucky you'd probably manage it.
"Once the time is up we begin our hunt"
"Weird word choice," you mumble
Their smiles widen.
"Be assured dear, this word choice is intentional" Harlequin leans into your personal space, curling a loose strand of your hair around his finger. He's making it hard to focus.
"Alright... And once you capture me..."
"Once you're caught... You're at the complete mercy of your captor"
"What?" This sounds absurd, so it takes for Jester to reiterate it, for it to trully sink in.
"Once you are caught... We'll do as we please"
"Oh..." You stare at your feet for a few seconds
They all wait patiently for you to say something else.
"Did- did you have dinner tonight? You're... Not hungry are you?"
It takes them a moment to process your question, before they laugh.
"Your worried face is adorable"
"There are different types of hunger, dear... And I'm already starved for you" Harlequin runs his fingers down the side of your face and stops at your pulse point. He presses lightly to feel it beneath his fingers
"My Lady, don't take him seriously, we won't eat you"
"Thanks..."
"It would do you well to remember, darling, that Pierrot can only promise for himself... The night is long... Who knows how we'll feel about devouring you by the end of it..." The whole situation seems to be highly amusing to Jester.
Your eyes widened again at this.
He grins, "I merely jest"
Despite yourself you let out a giggle. It's rare to have Jester in such a good mood... He must be thoroughly enjoying the whole ordeal.
"Be assured, guest, your death would inconvenience us, we shall refrain from harming you, as long as you follow the orders"
"Leave it to Ticket Taker to validate your feelings and make you feel needed" Harlequin laughs.
You send Harlequin a small smile, before asking a question that has been bugging you for half of the conversation:
"And if you don't succeed in getting me?"
"I wouldn't worry your pretty head with that improbability. We have the entire night"
"I don't think this is very fair. You guys have a clear advantage. I mean, there's five of you... And I'm only one"
"Ah, but here's where you're mistaken, darling... We do not like to share." There was a dangerous glimmer in their eyes. You realised they would not be playing as a team... No... For this night they'd be enemies, all striving to win. And you're the prize.
They savour your expression for a moment, before Jester gives you a little shove.
"Now run along little mouse. Hide. Run. Do what you like... We already know how this ends"
His words are enough to send you sprinting out of the tent and into the night.
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That was 40 minutes ago. Now you were wandering the streets. Still 20 minutes of protected time and you were keeping a steady pace, trying to put as much distance between yourself and them as you could.
You had to silence your phone 10 minutes into the game - it was going off incessantly with messages from Harlequin - brainstorming what he'd do to you once he caught you. Apparently waiting was taking a toll on him if he decided to bombard you with such very descriptive imagery.
At the 45 minute mark your phone rings. You automatically decline. Harlequin has tried calling you 10 times in the past 10 minutes. He really is getting impatient. Apparently just texting you his fantasies isn't enough anymore.
It buzzes with a text. With a sigh you take it out, fully intent on blocking Harlequin for the duration of the night. Will it make him more vengeful if he catches you? Definitely. But at this point you're willing to take your chances. Besides. Him catching you is only a 1 in 5 probability.
There are worse candidates to piss off. Like Jester.
The text is from Ticket Taker. Brief and to the point:
"It would do you well not to decline Jester's calls next time, doll. You wouldn't want to anger the one who could hold your fate in his claws by the end of the night..."
Ah... Guess you jinxed it.
You try dialing Jester again a few times. But apparently he's taking pleasure in declining your calls after you declined his. Great.
Instead, you call Ticket Taker. He picks up, bit it's Jester who speaks, "Darling, learn to pick up your phone. You have it for a reason"
"Sorry...I thought it was-"
"I'm aware. Which is why I'll let this one slide"
"Really?"
"No" there is laughter and mirth in his voice, "I'll consider it. The events of the night can sway my opinion," he muses, "speaking of...There is a slight change in rules"
"Midgame?"
"Yes. We'll start our hunt a bit early"
"How early?"
"Now"
"What? But- that's not-" you sputter.
"Unfortunately your lack of engagement made Harlequin really impatient. He has already started. And we can't have him get an advantage, can we? Besides... Pierrot is not taking the wait well, especially now that Harlequin is out and about"
"Of fucking course it was Harlequin" you mutter.
"I wouldn't waste your breath on curses, darling, now, run along, don't make the chase end too soon... Make it interesting"
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By the third hour you get an inkling that perhaps this was never meant to be a simple game. Perhaps they treated it as more of an elaborate foreplay than an actual competition. Perhaps you were meant to let them catch you. You debate searching for one of them. But quickly brush the idea aside. Then you debate calling Jester or Ticket Taker... Probably not Harlequin... To ask for clarifications... But you can easily imagine how that conversation would go:
"Hi, I'm a bit dense. Was this meant to be foreplay or something?"
No... You are not ready for that type of humiliation yet.
Besides. You've already made up your mind. You would really love to see their faces at dawn. After you have successfully evaded capture. You can practically taste the sweet flavour of victory... Oh that would be just marvelous... Simply exhilarating. The mere thought of beating those monsters at a game you were never meant to win fills you with adrenaline and it's all you need to keep going...
You always had a bit of a competitive streak. It made everything that much more fun...
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Four hours in and you get a call from Pierrot. You contemplate letting it go to voicemail, but begrudgingly pick up. He tends to worry more than necessary. And while it's endearing... It's probably not great for his state.
Besides, he should not suffer just because Harlequin annoyed you into not picking up calls (that already happened with Jester and you had no interest in expanding the list of people you ghosted).
"My Lady? Are you alright?" His tone is laced with concern, making your heart swell.
"Of course I am, why? Should I... Not be... Alright?" You laugh nervously.
"We haven't caught you yet, I thought something happened to you."
"Oh Pierrot, I promise I'm alright. I'm just really good at running and hiding."
"You are, My Lady, but I'd prefer you didn't. At least not from me. I miss you already."
"I promise, once the game is over, I'll give you as many cuddles as you want, deal?"
"But My Lady, you could tell me where you are now... And we wouldn't have to wait," he sounds so convincing you're tempted to give in.
You chuckle, "But Pierrot, that's probably against the rules"
You can sense him pouting through the phone. You're about to say something more comforting, when you notice a looming presence out of the corner of your eye. Instead, you say:
"Pierrot? I gotta go, unless you want me caught by someone else"
You turn towards the figure, stuffing your phone back in your pocket. Tall, broad shoulders. Would be very very intimidating if you didn't know him as well as you do, and even now in the dark, illuminated by the moonlight, he still sends shivers down your spine.
"Hey," you try for a casual greeting. You did not expect to be caught so quickly.
He nods in acknowledgement, his soft steps resonate quietly on the ground as he approaches slowly.
"Your little escapade is about to be terminated"
"Interesting hypothesis, I'd love to disproove it"
"I'm afraid you don't have a chance, sweetie, I do not like leaving my patients unattended for a long time" he smiles and approaches you, there is soft fondness in his demeanour, which goes in dissonance with his menacing figure.
"Ah, but tonight I'm more of a riveting experiment, you must agree... And experiments are not to be interfered with"
"I've had enough impartial observations for tonight, dear, I would like to move on to a more hands-on approach"
"How did you track me down?" You try to prolong the conversation, giving yourself precious seconds to find a way out. You can't have this end so soon.
"You will be disappointed, sweetheart, pure chance... Or perhaps good intuition of what my patient likes"
You hum noncomitally, a plan already half-formed in your head. It's only fair you use any and every means of escape you have, you reason. Especially considering you're not caught, yet...
Jester told you to make it interesting... And you will...
You begin your motion, careful not to alert him. Though you're already certain he clocked in that you're up to something.
"You do know me pretty well..."
In fact, you have an inkling he even knows what you're about to do... In vague details... But is letting you proceed, curious to where it may lead...
"Well enough to know you do not intend to give in so easily... Tell me, why is that?"
"A secret," you grin.
"You must be mistaken, sweetheart, a patient does not have secrets from their Doctor... I am disappointed my favourite one would forget such an important rule"
"That's fair... I suppose I just enjoy the thrill and the taste of freedom.. or maybe I just want to win."
The lights right ahead signal the approaching bus, you pay it no mind, afraid even a flicker of eyes in that direction might betray your intentions. No, until the very last moment you will not look.
"You look mesmerising... When your heart pounds in your chest and adrenaline courses through your veins," he observes, "It is a good look on you"
The bus stops.
"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I think I might have to reschedule my appointment," you say before making a mad dash for the already closing doors.
He watches the bus drive off with an almost fond smile. He was always one of the most lenient towards you, somehow.
You get a text message:
"Of course, sweetheart, the Doctor always wants what's best for their patient. But I do hope to rendezvous with you tonight once more... Perhaps you won't run off the next time"
You grin. His response makes your heart beat just a bit faster. That and how he always manages to clock in your every mood and craving - much how right now you absolutely need to continue the game (and to win, of course)
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You halt at the train station to catch your breath. The lit up sign says the next one out of town is in 10 minutes. Of course you weren't planning on leaving. That's not the point of the game. Which by the way, has really grown on you. But it was a very good opportunity to tease your favourite monsters.
You take a photo, posing where they could see the sign and the ticket purchasing machine.
And scramble to get some distance between yourself and the station before sending it to the group chat.
You: Jester told me to keep it interesting and the prices are low enough... Is that entertaining enough for you?
Pierrot: My Lady?
Jester: I didn't take you for such a fool as to give us a beacon of your location
Doctor: Such an unpredictable subject...
Ticket Taker: An inconvenience is more accurate. I told you she'd pull a stupid stunt like this
Harlequn's was the most concerning. It came a minute after the others and was a photo of the very station with a caption "Nowhere left to run... Since you can't escape anyway, you might as well review the texts I sent you while waiting"
Such a cocky text. It deserves an equally arrogant response:
You: dumbass. You'd think I'd send you a pic from my actual location? Try again:)
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The forest was a stupid idea after all... You'd think that they all would stick to the city... The actual place you'd most likely to be at... But somehow, Harlequin and you had both ended up in the forest. In the exact same spot. Cool...
His eyes glimmer a menacing green in the dark, like two emeralds. You take a step back, contemplating whether running back was still on the table. Probably not anymore... His agility was something to be envious of.
"Looks like I win, and I'm here to claim my prize"
You purse your lips.
"Technically, you still didn't catch me." You state stubbornly.
"Really? You still insist on not loosing? Hah... Let's wrap this up quickly and get to the fun part, what do you say, hm? What would you count as me catching you?"
If you were going to loose, you might as well make the loss fun for yourself, "You'd probably have to pin me down or wrap your arms around me."
His grin widens, "Oh how I love when you get so bold, my dear," he takes a slow deliberate step towards you, savouring the moment, no doubt, "Let's not make a technicality halt us then."
Neither of you get a chance to get much further, as Harlequin gets struck in the shoulder by a dagger. You yelp in surprise and look around in alarm before spotting a grim looking Pierrot. And he has at least a few more daggers on hand.
"Pierrot... Right on cue to ruin the moment... If I felt more charitable I'd have suggested you join in, but I don't share"
Before you can so much as blink Pierrot is on Harlequin. They merge into a blur of taunts and fists and maybe knives.
You take a tentative step back. They don't notice - too engrossed.
"I'll uh... Leave you guys to it" you give the two fighting figures a thumbs up before running out of the forest.
Technicalities fucking matter
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You halted only for a few minutes, to catch your breath, and on a rooftop, no less. How in hell did Ticket Taker manage to find you that quickly... You would never comprehend it.
He stood, hands behind his back, calmly surveying as you desperately intake the cold night air. Your whole body felt heavy and tired, so your rather less than graceful leaning on the railing could be excused. It took you embarrassingly longer than it should have to spot him. In fact, you only noticed his presence once he placed his jacket over your shoulders.
The sudden grounding heaviness of it startled you. Your legs almost gave out under you.
It was stupid to think you'd get even a few minutes of a reprieve. With shaking arms you pushed yourself from the railing, stumbling, but ready to run at a moment's notice, he nodded in acknowledgement.
"I wouldn't do that, dearest"
You frown, "Of course you wouldn't want me to start running. I'm easier to catch if I don't"
"You look too tired to even make it down the stairs. It would be advisable to rest"
You heart was still pounding in your chest - undecided whether from all the running, the jumpscare he gave you or from having his jacket over your shoulders, while he stood mere centimetres away from you.
He surveyed the night city, while you were still catching your breath. Now that the adrenaline and the constant anxious pounding in your skull over getting caught subsided, you were immensely grateful for his jacket. Only now did you notice how chilly the air was and how absolutely frozen you felt. You huddled the jacket tighter around your frame.
He glanced at his pocket watch, "Rest time is over. Now, we shall proceed with what I have planned for this eventuality" his lips stretched into a smile, as his gloved hand reached towards you.
Before he could touch you, you pushed off the railing, taking a few steps back.
"Tsk. Didn't I tell you that obedience looks better on you? I shall be disappointed if we waste precious time here because of you"
You were eyeing the exits, your mind running ten miles a second, coming up with escape plans and routes. But help and an opportunity of escape came from the least expected source.
"No need for such haste, Bil," a dark hand fell on Ticket Taker's shoulder. He seemed startled at it and at the silky words of the speaker.
You were already inching yourself towards the exit. Jester crossed the distance, halting your escape and blocking you from Ticket Taker with one arm.
"Jester? I thought we were above such petty squabbles, unlike certain other members of the troupe"
"Rest assured, dear friend, we are. Unfortunately, those very members of the troupe left quite a mess. It must be dealt with."
You take your chances where you can:
"Nice move, Jester, send him away to deal with the mess to have your way with me unobstructed"
Jester narrowed his eyes at you, but snapped his attention back to Ticket Taker:
"Really now, Jester? The girl was mine... And I do not appreciate my schedule being interfered with"
You leave them to discuss it alone. It'll buy you a minute tops - they really are above petty squabbles and can easily spot your attempts to sow discord... But you'll take what you can get... Besides, a busy street is right around here somewhere. Getting lost in the crowd is exactly what you need right now...
You feel two pairs of eyes burn into your back as you disappear amongst strangers and street lights.
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The two figures on the rooftop sighed at your departure into the night. The taller one clad in dark purple turned to the other:
"I didnt expect her to be so stubborn in her escape. One could think she'd be smart enough to recognise this game for what it is."
A beat of silence.
"You don't think she truly believes we'd devour her? She should know by now that we have no such inclinations towards her"
"Hmm, our inclinations towards her are..." Jester gestured vaguely, searching for a word, before settling on: "Different. That is true..."
"Perhaps your attempt at humour earlier frightened her" Ticket Taker ponders, a quiet jab at his friend
"I think we have simply miscalculated."
"Miscalculated? You?" There is incredulity in his tone
"Our darling Y/n is a bit more clueless and has a far deeper competitive streak than I imagined... Still, makes the victory that much more sweeter."
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You shivered as the sky slowly turned from midnight to a dark violet, soon to be rosy with sunrise. The jacket Ticket Taker so courteously lent you - what a gentleman - provided meager warmth as you huddled it tighter around you. You walked the empty streets, briefly wondering if the monsters have given up on finding you.
You shoot them a quick "given up yet?" text and see 5 typing bubbles. A few second later you receive your responses:
"Of course not, My Lady" - Pierrot, ever so sweet.
"No, but you should... If you let me get you now, I promise to be merciful~" - Harlequin, the flirt he is...
"Fascinating confidence for someone right within my reach" - Jester, his mysterious and thinly veiled threats that sent your heart racing just like his compliments and affection did. He truly had a way with words.
"No. I have quite a lot in mind I want to do which would require your assistance" - Doctor, ever so blunt, so forward with his intentions
"You have already taken more time out of our schedule than you ought to. Let's not prolong the inevitable, dearest. Now, be a good girl" - Ticket Taker, he can be so uptight... But just as charming when he wants to be
They were persistent. And you've had a lot of close run-ins throughout the night. They remained ever so determined to get you.
You smile softly at the memories. You are rather fond of them. Perhaps fondness is too weak of a word... With the cool night air and sky the colour of violets another word burrows it's way into your mind - Love. It startles you slightly... But settles in so naturally in your mind you can't refute it.
The game is coming to a closure. A shame. It was fun... It would be nice to maybe watch the sunset rise on some rooftop and then show up to the circus beaming with victory. Or maybe it would be more fun to... Let one of them catch you... After all, it's not a complete loss for you if you let them. And there just might be one who really deserves a win...
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A/n: let me know what you think and I'll start on some of the endings... Soon... Yeah
Endings:
Pierrot
Ticket Taker
Doctor
Jester meeting Black MC
Jester: Stay-
You: Sir I would love to stay but I am so scared to be late.
Jester: Late for what?
You: Them street lights turning on equals me getting scolded.
Jester:ā¦.*inhales* What?
You: How you live with humans and not know the sacred rule in the black community?
Jester:*literally debating on judging you*
You: YBGYAITHBTSLTO
Jester: OHā¦..oh. Makes so much sense now.
You: SEE! And I just wasted time. *Ishowspeed smile*
Jester: Surely your family- *hears the phone go off times 50x*
Pierrot and Harlequin peeking in:ā¦ā¦..
Ticket taker hearing the phone blare off: Is that Jazz?
Doctor: *genuninly worried for you*
You: *slowly answers* Yea-
Your family: WHY ARENT YOU HOME!? DID SOMEONE KIDNAP YOU!? ITS THAT BOY PIERROT!? I TOLD YOU TICKET TAKER WAS A BETTER CHOICE! HE IS A MONEY MAN! MATTER OF FACT-
You: *sobbing in tired*
The Freak Circus Members watching MC explain:ā¦ā¦.*genuinely not sure if they should feel bad or find it cute cuz MC is laughing and whining* Awww- Oh-
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If MC were black I feel like their family would love Pierrot cuz he cooks but then favor Doctor/Ticket Taker cuz they want MC to be smothered in terms of safety cynically.
Harlequin and Jester would be disliked but then Harlequin would only get disliked cuz they see Jester took the older sibling role in terms of human socialism.
And they always call MC on a group chat.
Rando write
Jester x Reader x Ticket Taker
Pls i have been dreaming of this i swear on life...
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Now listen man hear me out, the freak circus characters (separately) find out the reader is a vampire and in dire need of a blood source. NSFW
It's feeding time
The freak circus x reader
Characters: pierrot, harlequin, Ticket Taker, Doctor, Jester and Columbina.
I don't own any of these characters they belong to nekoboydreams.
Summary:- oh yes, girl I hear ya loud and clear! How would the cast react to a vampire reader, who desperately needs blood. How would they deal it?
Warning:- 18+, NSFW, blood, biting,some smut, murder,killing, cannibalism, animal blood, blood drinking, Columbina is alive, fools are killed,harlequin being harlequin, Jester, grammar mistakes, you know what this game is that your second warning, most importantly minors please leave this content is not for you-TT.
P.S.:- the characters would know that your not human, because you don't smell like one.
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ā out of all of them, Pierrot would let you have his blood. The guy want to make sure that you're happy and knowing him, he would do anything to make you happy.
ā hell, he would go out and kill some random person for you, just so you could feed off it.
ā he knows that you drink animal blood to sustain yourself, but it doesn't have the nutritional value as of human blood. He knows because he needs human flash to survive and animal meal just doesn't cut it now a days.
ā he had seen you paler then usual, which made him worried about your health. You tend to stay in your apartment so you won't lose control of your hungry and go on a rampage.
ā he noticed the way you look at people, when you are hungry. Your eyes slowly turning red, honestly he thinks it's adorable but you risk exposing yourself.
ā he would have arranged or ask ticket taken to let you into the black tent. It took a lot of convincing. But you got a black ticket.
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How the first time went
You were the last one left in Pierrot's tent, the others guest left already leaving you and pierrot alone. Pierrot approached you. He makes sure that no one is a round before he start speaking to you
"My dear...?"
You pulled him closer to you, you tilted his head to the side.
"Please... let me have a taste. I'm so... hungry."
Pierrot eyes turned wide, he slightly pulling down his neck ruff. Giving you permission to have your fill. And you did hard cause your that hungry.
He whimpered, rapping his arms around you pulling you closer. You continued to bite all over his neck, you slowly removed his uniform bit by bit.
Safe to say that you didn't leave any part of him unmasked. His blood...tasted like ā vanilla and the usual iron taste.
And yes, you fucked him. But for a silent clown he is pretty loud with he starts to get into it. His moans were hear through the circus and Ticket Taker had to rapidly shut down Pierrot's tent to prevent people from going inside. Harlequin might have tried to get in but was stopped by Ticket taker.
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ā once you had your fill, you helped pierrot up and you took him to his dressing room which had a bed. [Justin case in of the members are tired and need to lie down quickly they all have them in there dressing room.]
ā you cleaned the bite marks you left on him and patch up the wounds. And pierrot? Was in a pure state of bliss, his body slightly trembling.
ā you cuddled him for hours till the both of you eventually went into a deep sleep.
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Meanwhile in the black tent
Harlequin is tide to a chair, while the rest of the cast were drinking their usual coffee and some pasties.
"Can I at least-"
"No"
"Oh come on! I didn't even say anything yet!"
"For the last time, no you can't go inside Pierrot's tent."
"At this point your asking to get stabbed or worse"
The three started sipping there coffee loudly to dround out Harlequin's plea to be set free.
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š:Harlequin
ā” he would kill for you, he like the thrill of the hunt. So expect a body and Harlequin to be at your balcony window, Sometimes. Because of Pierrot always being around you.
ā” once when the both of you were in alleyway, he used one of his tentacles to pierce it through a man then offered it to you,so you can have your fill. The rest he ate. Your a blood thirsty monster and he is a man eating Monster so what's the difference if he eats in front of you or not?
ā” he knows that you are in need of a blood source, you have been drinking too much animal blood recently and it's not healthy for you to go on long periods without human blood.
ā” oh, he just loves it with your eyes slowly turn red,when your that hungry. Then you make the cutest little hisses and growls.
ā” honestly he would go to the doctor and ask if he could borrow a pint of blood or two. In exchange he would be the Doctor's guinea pig for a few of his new drugs.
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How the first time went
You were in the Doctor's tent with harlequin, the doctor step out for a bit to get some supplies from the storage tent that within Pierrot's tent. Leaving you alone with harlequin, who won't stop teasing you while your so....hungry.
"Oh~ is the little vampire hungry? To bad that the doctor run out of blood, hmm?"
You are tempted to bite on those cocks of his, just to get a reaction out of him. Then again that would probably turn him on. Instead, you lightly bit his finger which was pointing at you. Which caught him off guard.
"Oh~, ficando ousado, hein?" Oh~, getting bold, huh?
His tentacles curled around you, pulling you closer. As he bites your neck. You did the same. Then it turned into a battle of who could make the other bleed more.
You two ended up bite, scratching, and slightly ridded each other's skin, while Harlequin's tentacles were going in and out of your hole to make you lose. But still you put up a good fight against him. His blood tasted like ā” Tequila and the usual iron taste. It slightly burns.
Good thing, the Doctor and Pierrot aren't around right?
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Meanwhile outside the cyan tent
The Doctor and jester are restraining pierrot from going to into the Doctor's tent.
"Of all the places here, they chose to bleed out in my tent"
"My my, I never thought, I would see the day that your upset about blood spelling in your tent."
"I almost got jumped by pierrot in the storage tent. Because he smelled their blood in my tent."
"Oh...,wait where's bill?"
Ticket Taker is in the black tent, eating a well prepared steak [human meat] along with a glass of whisky and Garden salad. Cause he doesn't want to die today.
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ā¤ļø:Doctor
š the best person to be your blood supplier, he quite literally drains blood from people, he had experimented on.
š just ask and he will give but don't question where he gets so much blood from. He doesn't mind sharing but he does want to examination you in exchange. He just find you fascinating.
šhe would give you his ticket, so you can come and have your fill.
šis worried about your health, since you drink animal blood it doesn't provide the nutritional value that you need and some animal blood has a lot of fat in them.
šhe thinks you look like a porcelain doll, when your hungry. Your face becomes very very pale and your eyes turn to the most beautiful shade of red. It Excites him to see you like this.
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How the first time went
You were in the Doctor's tent, being examined and restrained to the chair as usual. He was inspecting your fangs and your face.
"You seem dehydrated sweetie, I have a some varieties that you can choose form."
He gestures to a table, which had 4 pints of blood just there. In four different A,B,AB,O.
"Umm...AB blood please?"
The Doctor removes the restraints on you and then stabs a straw in the blood bag. And handed it over to you, so you could drink it like a Capri Sun.
The doctor did observe you while you were drinking the blood,your skin finally went back to a normal pale colour and you looked refresh.
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Honestly be others doesn't mind this at all, you get your blood supply and the doctor gets to examine you.
Pierrot would be worried to leave you alone with the doctor, but then again the doctor wouldn't dare to hurt you, cause he knows what pierrot would do.
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š:Jester
ā probably the worst and best person to be your supplier, he, himself drinks human blood like its red wine. (He hates humanity after all to him, humans are probably just food. Oh and other members drinks blood to but not as much as Jester)
ā he has to admit your self control is far greater then him, then it comes to hunger. But by the looks of your face and your eyes turning red slowly you are holding back and its obvious
ā he kind of thinks that animal blood is beneath him, I mean why would he? Then he can just kill a fool, drink its blood and then eat the rest. Seeing you drink animal blood is like an offence to him. (He does eat animal meat but not as often like the others).
ā he also thinks you are porcelain doll looking then your hungry. It's adorable to see you like this, so depresse for a taste. Your struggle amuses him greatly.
ā no, he wouldn't give you a black ticket, but expect something more refine.
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How the first time went
Then you finally came back to your apartment from a long shift. There was a dark purple letter on your bed. It was an invitation for a dinner date in Jester's tent and a purple ticket inside the envelope.
Since when did, the Jester like you enough to invite you to a dinner date in his tent of all places. Maybe you should go there was threat in the back of the letter and you rather not be killed by spider.
When you arrived at the Circus, Ticket Taker was kind of surprised to see that you had a purple ticket, Jester doesn't give out his ticket that easily.
But that didn't stop you from going inside his tent.
Once you opened the flap of the tent, you saw Jester sitting at the head of the table. Four Fools standing near the table.
"Ah, you have finally arrived. I thought you might shy away from my letter alone."
You came closer to the table, your seat was directly facing him.
"Sit"
And you did, it was like your doing this against you're will. But denying him had its consequences. In front of you were...a steak...? And two empty wine glasses.
"Don't worry pet, refreshments will be ready in a moment."
Two fools moved closer to the Jester, one fool had sharp nail guards on, the fool with nail guards slip open the other fools neck watching as the blood drips of it's lifeless body. the fool with nail guards held the other fools neck above the wine glass, it slowly filled up. Your kind of shocked but not really.
The the fool with nail guards offered the wine glass to Jester first then moving onto the one in front on you.
Jester takes a sip and hmm's in satisfaction, before turning his attention back to you.
"What? Don't look so shocked, pet. Your a vampire, I'm a monster. I am just showing you some hospitality. Now don't be shy pet have a bite before the food and blood gets cold."
Now you questioned of the steak in front of you is even animal meat. You haven't eaten human meat before just there blood that's all. But if you don't eat it, Jester would likely punishe you for wasting it. So you started eat it.
Jester looked on with a satisfied smirk.
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The others can't do anything about this, without getting themselves punished.
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š:Ticket Taker
šHe would have some fools for you drink out of, just don't drink them to death.
šHe finds it amusing that you're able to control your primal need to feed on human blood. But that can only last for so long.
šhonestly, he thinks you should stop drinking animal blood and drink human blood only. Animal blood and meat doesn't satisfy his hunger fully like human flash can, so you can see why he want you to stop drinking animal blood. In his eyes, humans are going to die eventually so why not quicken the process.
šhe wants to watch you go into bloodlust stage, when you lose complete control of yourself. To see those eyes hunger for a proper meal. Oh that would delightful.
šhe would give you a black ticket, so you can join him on his lunch break.
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How the first time went
You were in the black tent with Ticket Taker, in front of you were different types of meat dishes and wine glasses full of blood. You couldn't believe that he was eating this much meat all alone or maybe he dose...?
"Go on my dear guest,eat."
He gestures for you to eat, his blue eye suddenly appearing as a way of intimidating you to eat. Then again he looks like his been... Starving for to long.
And so you did, free food is free food right? Yeah that don't taste like any type animal meat.
"Don't waste Pierrot's hard work, it's quite rude of you doing,so might even break his heart."
Oh his playing dirty, using your love for pierrot against you.
You and him don't get along, the meal was the most quitest thing that you have ever endeavoured. Ticket Taker just kept staring at you. Until you finished eating
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Pierrot and Harlequin would be on edge a little, but still they would jump ticket taker if he tried anything.
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š:Columbina
š would also go killing for you, she knows what it feels like to be weak and she doesn't want her angle to go hungry. (If Columbina were a yandere for the reader, she would be like eternal sugar cookie).
šshe would ask pierrot or harlequin to kill and bring the bodies to your house as a gift for you.
š she would get really worried when you start looking more pale and your eyes are slowly turning red. She knows your hungry but she wants you to come to her on your own, so you can have a proper feast with her.
š she would convince the ticket taker and Jester to let you stay with her for the night as a sleepover with some additional guests.
šshe drinks animal blood too but not often, doesn't mind you thinking it, but don't why don't she has the fools, the Doctor's supplies and the stuff in the black tent. She has everything you could possibly want for a blood source. So why don't you stay with her forever?
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How the first time went
You were in the pink tent, which was decorated in pillows and blankets for your sleepover. A lot of snacks, drinks, blood bags, nail polish set and so on.
"Ah~ My angle! Come,I have prepared a lot of fun activities for our sleepover!"
She basically drags you, into the pile of blankets and pillows. You don't know how but your clothes were gone and the tent was dark. You can see in the dark yes, but it felt like you were not alone with her.
"My~didn't think that you can would without the main attraction."
Harlequin was so close to your face, Pierrot was pinning you against his chest and Columbina was between your legs.
"Come on my angle, sing for me~"
"Your doing great, my dear"
You bite Pierrot's neck while Columbina and Harlequin were preparing you. You moaned against his neck and went deeper into his neck.
He tasted so good...while the other two were roaming there hands around your body,biting, licking and kisses your body.
Oh you definitely bit the others in do time. But for now your moans and hissing while with there growling, moaning,hissing, whimpering,and baa sounds are heard all around the circus. It was the wildest night for you and you can't stand.
Well at least you got, your fill. All three of them tasted so good. Specially Columbina her blood tasted like šstrawberries and the usual iron taste.
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Meanwhile in everybody else's tents
Jester is in his bed, contemplating life.
Ticket Taker's eye is twitching, and without being able to sleep. He starts doing paper work.
The Doctor was already up doing his usual experiments, while have some headphones on and listening to rock music.
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Bonus
Basically how freaky Columbina would be.
It's thanksgiving and you were invited to the circus thanksgiving party. You decided to help them prepare the food. Jester and Ticket Taker were on sides, Doctor and pierrot were on mains they were almost done, harlequin was just siting there watch. You and Colombian were starting on the turkey.
"Bina, what are you grateful for?"
"That fat ass"
She was slightly looking at your ass.
"Ok...First, we need to stuff it, columbine"
"Oh, I'll stuff it alright."
"COLUMBINA, THE TURKEY!"
"Oh..."
"Stuff the turkey"
"Hmmm...ok"
"We're gonna, go ahead and stuff our turkey with something healthy like apples, unlike aome of you big back fatties out there."
You stared at harlequin, who's eating the ham. Like a mad man.
"I love your apples~"
She was staring at your chest and ass.
"We know Columbina, we know...Columbina, you need to put it in. Cause I'm not going anywhere that."
She trys to shave the apple in.
"Ohh..it's really TIGHT,kinda something like yo-"
"Ok...now,columbine will butter up the skin."
Columbina butters your skin and licks it off you.
"The TURKEY skin, columbine.."
"Ohh..."
Later after buttering the turkey skin.
"Now, that it's all stuffed and buttered. Columbina needs to tie it up."
Columbina raps you in pink ribbons
"The TURKEY, Columbina...tie up the TURKEY."
"Oops"
"Now we're gonna pop this, in the oven foe about a hour"
"I know what we can do in a hour"
Columbina shaves the turkey in the oven and picks you up and takes you to her tent unnoticed by the others.
One hour later
"It's been a about about a hour, so Columbina will take it out of the oven"
The turkey was still raw.
"Columbina, it raw"
"Just how I like it."
"Did you not turn on the oven??"
"No.."
"How-...I'm done Columbina, I'm DONE."
"My angle please, lis-"
"THIS-THIS is ridiculous"
The other watched both of you arguing.
"Are we going to tell them, that we make an extra turkey"
"No, it's fun watching them like this"
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Credit:-
Credits - ame._li_ tiktok
Voiced by Cess
And thank you, errorracoon404 for your request.
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The heat part 2 is going to be longer and will take more time. There will be a part 3 for Columbina.
M.J out.
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Uh ohhh Harlequin marks them with his sharp sharp teeth... And invites Pierrot to come view the fresh wound like, "yes, this one's mine and you can't do anything about it" but uh oh! Pierrot just stares with his big ol' eyes before biting down on the other shoulder. Harlequin? Absolutely furious. Mc? Well, it is nice to be wanted :]
whoops, my hand slipped >:)
ao3
tw: biting (lots of biting), blood, reader being a bit of a freak (arenāt we all)
teeth which bite (harlequin x gn!reader x pierrot, the freak circus)
Your flesh parts like silk between his teeth, warm, rushing with blood. The taste is exquisite, salt and fear-sweat and something else, something rich, decadent, sparking along his nerves.Ā
Delight, Harlequin realizes with a jolt, the taste heady and electric on his tongue, as though heās touched his teeth to a lightning strike rather than your bared shoulder.Ā
Mc giving their first kiss to the tfc cast.
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TFC Headcanons: Them being your first kiss
Pierrot
Pierrot would figure it out long before you ever explicitly said the words. He pays attention to the small things, the way you tense when intimacy becomes a possibility, how your gaze flickers nervously between his eyes and his mouth before darting away, and the way your breathing grows just slightly uneven whenever he gets too close. He would piece it together quietly, not because you told him, but because he notices you.
Once he realizes, his entire approach would soften. Pierrot would understand instinctively that a first kiss can become something someone carries for years, and the idea of making yours uncomfortable, overwhelming, or thoughtless would genuinely upset him. He would treat the knowledge with incredible care, almost like youād entrusted him with something fragile even if you never said a word.
He would never steal your first kiss impulsively. Even if the tension had been building for ages, even if he wanted to kiss you desperately, Pierrot would make sure you had complete control over the moment. He would ask in the gentlest possible way, his voice quiet and almost hesitant, because your comfort would matter more to him than his own nerves.
The setting would matter to him more than heād admit. Pierrot would want privacy, quiet, and safetyāsomewhere free of interruption or pressure, where you wouldnāt feel watched or rushed. He would hate the idea of your first kiss happening in chaos or becoming something awkward because the moment wasnāt respected.
Ironically, he would probably be nervous too. Not because he doesnāt know what heās doing, but because he understands the significance. Youād likely notice it in the way his fingers hesitate slightly before touching you, or how carefully he studies your expression one last time to make sure you truly want this.
His hand would come up to cup your face oh so gently it would almost make your chest ache. His thumb would brush along your cheek in a grounding motion, warm and steady, like heās trying to reassure you without words that nothing about this needs to be frightening.
His first kiss would be unbelievably soft. There would be no urgency, no overwhelming intensity. Just a slow, careful tenderness that gives you space to experience every second without panic. He would kiss you like something precious, not fragile, but deeply valued.
He would absolutely pull back after the first brief kiss to check on you. His expression would probably be more uncertain than yours, searching your face for any sign that he moved too quickly or made you uncomfortable. Your reaction would matter immensely to him.
If you looked happy, flustered in a good way, or leaned closer instead of away, the second kiss would change. Still gentle, still softābut warmer now, more certain, touched with the relief of knowing you wanted this too.
Being your first kiss would mean far more to Pierrot than he would openly say. Not because he feels ownership over it, but because the trust involved would touch something deeply emotional in him. He would treasure the fact that you chose him for something so vulnerable.
If you became embarrassed afterward, hiding your face or fumbling over your words, Pierrot would never tease you for it. He would be impossibly sweet instead, offering reassurance with quiet warmth rather than making you feel self-conscious.
āWas that alright?ā he would ask softly, his forehead resting lightly against yours while his thumb traces your cheek. āI wanted your first kiss to feel good.ā
Harlequin
Harlequin would notice almost immediately, mostly because your reactions would be impossible for him to miss. The flustered avoidance, the nervous tension whenever he invades your space, the way your confidence completely evaporates when intimacy becomes a real possibilityāit would amuse him first, intrigue him second, and genuinely affect him somewhere underneath all the theatrics.
His initial response would absolutely be teasing. Harlequin is physically incapable of letting a revelation like that pass without commentary, and you would suffer for it immediately. The smug grin, the drawn-out little remarks, the way he would clearly enjoy watching you combust, it would all be unbearable.
Underneath the teasing, though, he would take it far more seriously than he lets on. Harlequin enjoys chaos, but not when it comes to moments that genuinely matter to you. Once the humor settles, he would become much more deliberate, because even he understands that a first kiss leaves an impression.
He would absolutely drag out the tension beforehand just because he can. Harlequin would lean close without touching you, let your pulse skyrocket, say something infuriatingly smooth right against your skin, and make you painfully aware of every inch of distance before he finally closes it.
The first kiss itself would be confident where yours is uncertain. Harlequin wouldnāt hesitate, but he wouldnāt overwhelm you either. He would guide the moment effortlessly, making it easy to follow his lead without feeling lost inside it.
One hand would absolutely tilt your chin exactly where he wants it, fingers warm and sure against your skin. There would be no uncertainty in his touch, only playful control that somehow makes the moment feel safer rather than more intimidating.
If you froze halfway through from nerves, Harlequin would absolutely notice instantly. He would laugh softly, not mockingly, but with obvious amusement, and then slow down just enough to help you settle rather than letting you panic yourself apart.
The truly unfair part is that he would make your first kiss extremely memorable. Warm, confident, a little teasing, and entirely too effective at making your thoughts disappear. He would set the standard offensively high without even trying.
Being your first would inflate his ego catastrophically. He would never be normal about it again. Not cruelly, but with endless smug little reminders that he, apparently, ruined all future competition for you.
Beneath all the arrogance, though, he would genuinely like being the person you trusted with that moment. He might not phrase it sweetly, but it would matter to him far more than he admits.
āOh, darling,ā heād murmur afterward with that insufferable grin, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. āThat was your first? How unfortunate for everyone who comes after me.ā
Doctor
Doctor would not realize it immediately unless you told him outright. Unlike the others, he would not instinctively interpret your nervousness as inexperience, because his attention would initially be on the present interaction rather than romantic assumptions. However, the second he learned this was your first kiss, there would be a very obvious recalibration in how he approached the situation. Everything about him would become more measured.
He would treat the information with a seriousness that is almost absurdly endearing in his own strange way. Doctor understands significance, even if he doesnāt frame it sentimentally, and your first kiss would immediately become something requiring care, precision, and controlled execution rather than spontaneity.
There would probably be an incredibly unromantic but deeply Doctor conversation beforehand. Something mortifyingly clinical like him pausing mid-moment to ask, āHave you kissed anyone before?ā followed by a visible shift in his expression when you admit no. He wouldnāt mock you or make it awkward intentionally, but somehow his directness would make your nerves infinitely worse.
Once he knows, he would become much more deliberate about making sure you feel stable and comfortable. Doctor dislikes unpredictable outcomes, and if you are visibly anxious, he would adjust accordingly rather than simply pushing ahead.
His physical touch beforehand would be grounding rather than overtly romantic. A hand beneath your jaw, fingers steady against your skin, the kind of contact that anchors rather than overwhelms. He would want to reduce uncertainty, not heighten it.
His first kiss would be astonishingly gentle in a way you would not expect from him. Not because heās trying to create cinematic romance, but because he understands overstimulation, panic responses, and the importance of measured progression. He would approach the moment carefully, almost experimentally, but never coldly.
He would absolutely notice every physiological response you have in real time. The moment your pulse jumps, your breathing changes, or your muscles tense, he knows. Doctorās awareness of your body would somehow make the intimacy feel even more intense because nothing escapes him.
If he sensed genuine distress rather than nerves, he would stop immediately without hesitation. There would be no wounded ego, no frustration, just instant recalibration. Your comfort would override the moment entirely.
If the kiss goes well, though, you would catch something subtle in him afterward. Not overt pride. Not smugness. Just a quiet, unmistakable satisfaction that the interaction proceeded successfully, and that he was the one trusted with it.
Being your first kiss would remain filed somewhere important in his mind permanently. He would not mention it often, but he would remember every detail with unnerving accuracy, including your exact reactions.
āElevated heart rate. Uneven breathing. Mild muscular tension,ā he murmurs afterward, thumb still resting lightly at your jaw and his breath ghosting across your lips, as though he hasnāt fully stepped out of observation mode. Then his gaze flicks to yours, quieter somehow. āExpected.ā
Jester
Jester would know before you said anything because Jester notices patterns the way other people notice weather. He would clock the nervous glances, the hesitation around physical closeness, the way you visibly short-circuit whenever intimacy threatens to become real, and quietly file the information away without ever mentioning it.
He would not immediately act on that knowledge. In fact, he would probably sit on it for quite some time, observing how you behave, what makes you nervous, what makes you lean closer despite yourself. Jester doesnāt rush important things, he studies them.
If your first kiss with him happened, it would not be accidental. The conditions would be intentional. Private enough that you couldnāt feel exposed, quiet enough that every second felt sharpened, controlled enough that interruptions wouldnāt ruin the moment. Jester would orchestrate the environment whether you realized it or not.
Unlike Pierrotās nervous softness or Harlequinās teasing confidence, Jester would remain unnervingly calm. His composure would make your own nerves feel even louder by comparison, because while you internally combust, he would look maddeningly collected.
He would absolutely tilt your chin upward with gloved fingers and hold your gaze just a fraction too long before the kiss happens. Not cruelly, just intentionally enough that you are hyper-aware of what is coming.
His kiss would not be rushed or aggressive, but it would feel deeply focused. Jester kisses with attention. Every second would feel deliberate, like heās not just kissing you, but learning how you react to intimacy in real time.
He would notice everything. The hitch in your breathing, the way your shoulders tense, whether you lean into the kiss or freeze for half a heartbeat. Jesterās awareness would make the entire experience feel almost unbearably intimate.
When he pulls away, he wouldnāt immediately reassure you like Pierrot would. Instead, he would study your expression with unsettling quiet, clearly assessing what the moment meant to you, how deeply it affected you, and what it means moving forward.
Being your first kiss would fascinate him in a way that borders on possessive curiosity. Not because of romance alone, but because he understands how deeply formative a first can be. The fact that he now occupies that space in your memory would interest him immensely.
He would likely bring it up later in subtle, maddening ways, not to embarrass you, but because the significance of it would linger in his mind long after the moment ends.
āYour first?ā he murmurs afterward, thumb still beneath your chin as his unreadable gaze studies you. āHow delightful, pet.ā
Ticket Taker
Learning he would be your first kiss would change something in Ticket Taker immediately. He already approaches meaningful things with seriousness, but this would shift his entire demeanor into something even more careful and deliberate. He would understand instinctively that this is not a casual moment, and he would treat it accordingly.
He would likely grow noticeably quieter after learning it, not awkward, just more focused. The teasing, if there had been any, would disappear completely. In its place would be that steady, composed attention of his that somehow feels even more intense than overt affection.
Ticket Taker would care deeply about the setting. He would refuse to let your first kiss happen somewhere chaotic, public, or careless. Privacy would be non-negotiable. Calm would matter. He would want the environment controlled enough that the moment belonged entirely to you both rather than circumstance.
Unlike Harlequinās playful confidence or Jesterās calculated silence, Ticket Taker would simply ask. Directly. Quietly. Probably with eye contact intense enough to make your pulse skip before anything even happens. A simple, devastatingly effective āMay I?ā
His touch would be incredibly steady. One hand at your waist, perhaps, or gently at your jaw, not possessive, not forceful, just deeply grounding. The kind of touch that makes it impossible to doubt his control of the moment.
The kiss itself would be warm, slow, and astonishingly tender. Ticket Taker would not rush you, would not deepen the moment too quickly, and would not allow uncertainty to overwhelm you. Everything about it would feel intentional, safe, and carefully handled.
He would pay close attention to your reactions, but unlike Doctor, he would do so emotionally rather than analytically. If you seemed nervous, he would slow further. If you leaned closer, he would quietly respond in kind. The pace would follow you.
The moment afterward would somehow feel just as intimate as the kiss itself. He would remain close, giving you space to recover without immediately pulling away or disrupting the softness of the moment. He would understand instinctively that abruptness would ruin what he carefully built.
Being your first kiss would matter to him more than he would openly say. Not in an ego-driven way, but because important moments carry weight for him, and the idea that you trusted him with something formative would settle deeply.
He would become quietly protective of that memory. Not possessive exactly, but undeniably aware that he now occupies a meaningful place in your emotional history.
āI did not want your first kiss to become something careless,ā he says softly afterward, his forehead hovering close enough that you can still feel the warmth of him. His hand remains steady at your waist, thumb moving once in an absent pattern. āThat would have been unacceptable.ā
TFC boys x chubby!reader
GN!reader except for Harlequin who will be fem! for the sake of the joke.
ā§Pierrotā§
"Mmmmh... Pierrot? Do you think I should go on a diet?" You ask, turning in front of your mirror.
Hii! How are you? Could you do a headcanon of The Freak Circus with a Artist!Reader who plays an instrument very well, but they would afraid to perform on stage because of insecurity and fear fear of being judged by others? (I found your blog interesting and I liked your writing style . If you don't like the topic, that's okay.) That's it, bye!! :)
The Freak Circus x MusicArtist!Reader (Headcannons)
18+ not nsfw but because the fandom is
Gn!Reader with all (Pierrot, Harlequin, Jester, Ticket Taker, Doctor, Columbina) and an instrument up to interpretation!
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jester x reader dating headcanons
jester is a very inattentive partner.
and it's not that he doesn't want to be, necessarily. he just doesn't care to figure out how humans show they care for each other. plus, looking over the circus doesn't permit much time for such things, let alone any scraps of extra attention.
however, he can make time if he feels like it.
whenever he can, he will make a time frame where he can be with you. this mostly consists of talking- "how was your day"s and "has anything interesting happened?". if he's to say anything about his day, you'd be surprised by how talkative he can get! he overhears many things here... lots of gossip indeed!
to add onto that, a random headcanons of mine is that he is a cuker for a good rumor... he doesn't know anyone you're talking about, but it's entertaining to see how humans treat each other.
he has a fixation on your shoulders.
one he doesn't realize he has. in almost every interaction with him, his hands will end up on them, he'll keep a hand on one, or he'll trace his finger in mindless patterns on your shoulder blade. there's no real rhyme or reason to it. it just happens.
noses are cool too!
small, big, soft, sharp, narrow, not, all shapes and sizes! how fun!! he thinks they're all cool. likes to poke yours every now and then. regardless of how yours looks, he'll simply find it the cutest little thing.
when he is affectionate, he tends to be very quiet and professional, for lack of better words.
he doesn't like the desperate clinging like pierrot does or the intense friction like harlequin does. he likes to be effectiant and to the point. a supportive pat on the back or head, a kind word, things like that. a side hug if he's feeling extra lovely. so I guess he prefers to express his love through small gestures and words of affirmation (even if they can tend to come out as mocking or condescending).
does enjoy sharing a book.
I think we've all agreed he's a reader! reading is something he finds genuine satisfaction in. one of the things he's willing to do with you is shared reading. sometimes its reading two separate copies in the same room, sometimes it's you reading it to him as he rests his head on your shoulder or lap, and sometimes it's you sitting in his lap as he reads it to you. either way, reading!