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(inspired by— In your fantasy - ATEEZ)

Reader/MC works a tiresome day, their boss having them cover another colleagues shift, finally retreating to the warmth of their bedsheets that were alluring them like a siren calling forth their prey, but throughout the whole day reader/MC was unable to rid their mind of a specific member of the circus; so fixated on them that as they are whisked away into the tranquillity of sleep their mind starts to play out some lewd fantasies, causing the reader/MC to call out for them in their half conscious state their fantasies soon becoming real as they are released from the sleepy hold as they lock eyes with whom they have called forth, and they aren’t about to let this opportunity go to waste.

ᛝ⋮ Slightly suggestive (again!!??) some mentions of intrusions into readers home, one maybe two mentions of blood but nothing kinky, mentions of biting

⤷ “Similar to ticket taker’s routinely visits, Pierrot also tends to visit your home or work he just can’t handle parting from you for too long, who knows what may happen to you: you might encounter the teasing Harlequin and fall for him instead! Or you may get in harms way and he’s not there to help you like you did with him. Pierrot never forgets that day it’s far to precious for him to forget anything from it, he’s memorised your attire and how your hair looked that day; you looked so magnificent that day. Once you peeled off the bandage from his cheek he retrieved it from the ground while you where turned away; now keeping it in his collection of things he’s stole ‘borrowed’ from you. ˎˊ˗

⤷ “Pierrot to make things for you, even if it involves his own blood, to him it just makes it more meaningful. But the things he’d make you would get more and more intense: not just a rose coated in blood, but now a whole bouquet! small cards here and there that share the same coatings, paper rings that have a star on them— He had learned about humans having rings to express their commitment to a loved one, he never remembered the name for it but he loved the idea of you wearing something that showed you were his. A good alternative from biting you means you didn’t have to fear him yetˎˊ˗

⤷ “HE IS A PRAISER, ahem. Pierrot loves suffocating you with compliments and praises even for the most simplest things like: “My Love, you look strikingly beautiful today.” and “That milkshake you made me was delicious, you make the best milkshakes my dear” if you are easily flustered he’d put on an act, seeming innocent to how his words are affecting you but deep down he knows exactly what he’s doing to you; and he’s loving it. But if you compliment or praise him? he might just evaporate. Pierrot already struggles with restraining himself so by hearing your praises his control cracks, and in a blur of speed he’s on his knees face lovestruck as he begs for you to say more.ˎˊ˗

⤷ “While he already takes some items of yours to keep as tokens to delve in the scent of them, and just the scent of you; perfume and natural they all muddle up his mind, he just loves them. It makes him feel more connected to you even when you're in your apartment and he's at the circus. (Harlequin sometimes finds the items he uses for your scent and will taunt him until he's sent back to the doctors tent) Pierrot loves being close to you because that's when the alluring perfume you may wear is more prominent. He'll sometimes catch himself drooling at the delishcious smellˎˊ˗

⤷ “If you were to let him bite you; he’ll not leave a single blank space on your body, his teeth will be engraved everywhere on your body like it’s a canvas he’s been painting on, He’s also a sucker for being bitten he’d let you bite him anywhere you so please, all you need to do is simply give him that damned look and he’d reveal all of his self to your gaze; becoming your very own canvas for you to leave your mark on (though he will be very hesitant about showing his horns so the hat won’t be budging) but now on the topic of the hat, imagine he’s laid before you neck and chest bared to your gaze as you begin to leave your dull teeth indentations all over his skin his still gloved hands creep up to grab at his hat tugging it further down covering part of his face as he drowns the affection you are hydrating him with; soft needy whispers of pleas hushed out into the air as you continue your artwork upon him.ˎˊ˗

⤷ “Like Harlequin, Pierrot’s horns are sensitive; not so much that a light graze stalls him but with just enough pressure applied he will snap. When you first grab at them innocently, not knowing that his horns were underneath his hat you patted his head stilling when you heard a deep heavy intake of air from Pierrot, his face coated in a red tint as his breath picks up: If you were to stop he’d just lift his head up with big wide eyes with his pupils blown with outlines circles and a heart centred in them as if he’s trying to coax you into not stopping, If you were to keep at it he would let it continue but you’d feel many differences such as : his breathing, his claws now gripping you tighter than before or your bedsheets if you’re on your bed, and soft rapid vibrations from his chest as his heart ‘badumps!’ harder.ˎˊ˗

ᛝ⋮ Got a bit carried away whoopsies— But I hope it’s still enjoyable for you all, I’ve seen how much love Harlequins version has been getting DAMN! thank you so much I really appreciate it all it makes me want to keep making these <3

hope you zullies enjoy !!

ᛝ⋮ Slightly suggestive! but nothing smut like, just Harlequin and his never ending innuendos and a sprinkle of angst if you squint really hard

⤷ “He obviously LOVES teasing you, but as soon as you do it back? He’s shocked at first not expecting you to play into his antics; he’s so used to Pierrot and his violent retaliations so of course he’s surprised you haven’t walked away like you normally do. But if you continue to bite back he might do more than just teasing. (if Pierrot doesn’t catch him first)ˎˊ˗

⤷ “One time you accidentally nudged his hat, confused with the more solid feel of the hat you pester him with questions to which he will not answer, not only cause he knows you humans are easily frightened by anything you deem as abnormal or not to your standards; but also because he’s self conscious of what lays beneath. His horns as sensitive as they may be to touch he still finds them quiet, different compared to the others (minus the Jester, he helps Harlequin try to change his insecurity to power) So when you are practically begging him to show you what’s he’s really hiding he is very hesitant: shrugging off your pleas with short quips like “Such a desperate one you are, Meu coração” trying to drive you away from his hat in any way he can.ˎˊ˗

⤷ “Harlequin will quiet often appear when you least expect him, oh you’re in the shower? “So much for privacy Ma’dam, I can see right through this curtain” At work? “Aww aren’t you happy to see your favourite customer?” Anywhere you are he will damn well make sure he’s there too. It’s mostly just so he can keep annoying Pierrot but he also just wants to know that you aren’t out looking for another when he’s right here, and will be your best in all areas.ˎˊ˗

⤷ “His ‘bad habit’ would definitely be that whenever he simply sense your presence is near, he’ll flick his tongue out to taste your scent that slowly accumulates in the air; and with just a simple call of his name he’s stalking behind you ready to pounce, his grin widening as he listens to your delicious yelps upon his sudden arrival and scare. Unlike taking things of yours that may posses your sickenly sweet and torturous scent: he just needs you to be near him. Though he will still steal some clothing items from you just for when you are away, more so for an excuse to talk to you while also getting the chance to annoy you all at once, the scent that comes off the clothes are just a bonusˎˊ˗

⤷ “For him actions speak louder than words, if you say you love him solely for who he is and not for what he can give you he needs to see how much truth you can show from your words through your actions, He himself shows it too; although he uses his words the most to try and gain a reaction from you, after a while he will lessen his words and instead speak through his actions more: Tickling you, grabbing parts of you like hands, waist, hips etc,

⤷ “As much as he acts like he doesn’t care about your feelings much, he tries his best to understand them; but emotions are a tricky subject even for beings like him. If you are upset he’ll try his best to comfort you: giving you head pats, messing with your hair soothingly, massaging your shoulders, and if they don’t help he will cave and allow you to cuddle him: just know if you fall asleep he’s immediately shifting you so he can lay on his stomach. But if you don’t fall asleep he’ll just stay silent allowing you the choice to voice your emotions whether it be the faucet of your tears, or the quivering screams of fear, even the scoarchinf fire of anger, he makes sure to control himself just enough to not make any sort of remarks, innuendo’s, or jokes. And after if you’re still feeling down he’ll beg pierrot to make you something (Now if he chooses to give Pierrot credit or to say he’s made it himself is a different story)ˎˊ˗

ᛝ⋮ Tried to keep it to the same amount as Ticket Takers, I LOVE THESE SO MUCH I DON’T KNOW WHY AHHHH, Hope you’re all enjoying them just as much as I am making them <3

Next one is either Pierrot or Doctor

whichever one infests my mind first

ᛝ⋮ just some fluff really, I don’t see many things for ticket taker (bil). There are some mentions of intrusions but nothing inappropriate <3

⤷ “ Imagine you’re just tidying up, after a long shift: many customers desperate to catch a warm beverage to rid the bitter weather that greets them. And then you spot a shadowed figure at one of the glass panels of the cafè, blinking thrice seeing it was just the works of a mind that has tired itself out; tricking itself to see things that aren’t truly there. ˎˊ˗

⤷ “ You’re now home ready to dive into the comforting hug of your bed; stripping away all of the stress of the day you leave your discarded clothes and belongings on the floor reminding yourself “I’ll get them tommorow” before you rinsed yourself in the shower and clothed yourself in your pyjamas as you lay up on your bed, slipping under the blankets as the buzzing noise from your television hushes you to sleep ˎˊ˗

⤷ “ that is when he appears, from the mirror hung up in your bathroom. The Ticket Taker has carved it into his routine to check up on you after your shifts: whether you are asleep or not he will still intrude to make sure you are alright. But as he steps out of the bathroom to see your curled up form on your bed he spots the mess you have left serves a light twitch to his eye as he stills his steps, sure he knew you humans are notorious for making mess but he never expected such a soul like yours to indulge in it too. Without another beat of your heart he’s already picking up the clothes and tossing them into your washing basket; to which now he sees the pile you have been meaning to get to, he’ll might as well do those as well, he’s already started!ˎˊ˗

⤷ “ And before he realises he’s cleaned up your whole living space: with your desk now neatly organised, clothes washed and dried now folded into your drawers that were once an organised mess now a colour coordinated layout, dishes have been done, the dust that had been pestering your nose for some time now has finally been rid off. And just before you are due to wake again; he makes sure to pat your head before he makes his way back to the chaos the circus holds. ˎˊ˗

⤷ “Now as you sit up refilled with some motivation to get through the day, tou spot the pristine floor that you had thought was left a mess, leaving your mind to think that you must’ve cleaned after yourself without remembering you head over to your bathroom; spotting small neatly written words in a source of inky substance which read “Don’t forget to visit my tent this evening my dear.” signed off with a ‘T.T’ at the end.ˎˊ˗

⤷ “Upon your arrival at his tent he will indeed make some quips at your home, not enough to make you aware of his presence in your house at such a time, but just to tease you and make you stumble over your thoughts. He loves watching your face scrunch up as your face burns with embarrassment. He assures you that he’s only tidied up your living space, nothing else. Whether that brings you relief or curiosity of what he wants or may want to do is for your mind to play upon <3ˎˊ˗

ᛝ⋮ I enjoyed making this very much, I got to indulge into the scenarios I think a lot of mwheheh. Anyways I’ll most likely do similar for the others first after this is Harlequin

. He’s been taunting me everywhere: songs, videos, shows. So he’s definitely getting done next.

ꫂ᭪݁⋮ ⌗ ┆: PART TWO!!! I'm really enjoying making this, I am most likely going to make a similar thing for Pierrot as soon as I can <3

♡.ᐟ :Harlequin x GNReader (may change), drugging, one-sided Pierrot x reader, mentions of knives + harm inflicted, slightly suggestive (I personally don't think it's very suggestive but just in case)

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Serving just the last of your customers that day your boss entering the café floor holding a small cloth to his arm “You can head home now; I’ll close the place” you bow your head in agreement as you place down the cups and glasses you had just dried off after cleaning spotting the big scratch on your boss’ arm “Are you alright boss? What happened to your arm?” you finally ask arching a brow as you looked more closely at the wound “Ah just some big cat caught me ts’ fine, go get yourself home kid” he huffs out opening the front entrance for you waving you off as you tread down the path to your apartment, stuffing your hands inside your jacket pockets feeling for the ticket Harlequin handed you taking it out as you looked over it “what's the big difference with this thing?” you thought stopping just outside your complex looking around to see the circus lights and the faint cheers of people, fighting with yourself whether to go or not; but part of you wanted to see the strange Harlequin again. Before you knew it you were getting your ticket punched the Ticket taker making a soft ‘ooh’ sound as he seen the green colour “It appears that you possess a special ticket visitor” His eye flickers to meet yours as he stands up straight passing you back your ticket and dipping into a bow gesturing a hand for you to proceed.

This time the green tents show had just finished, making you wonder why you even bothered to come, not wanting to leave so soon you thought you’d look around seeing a big blue tent where many people came out looking pale and anxious; wanting to at least spend your time doing something other than wandering you made your way inside. A room of mirrors encased the place people looking around the many mirrors, you proceed further until you still seeing how now it was empty all of a sudden “The hell?” you whisper out as your eyes land towards a mirror ahead showing the same guy that punched your ticket “Scared of seeing things dear?” he chuckles subtly as he moved from mirror to mirror “You mustn’t believe such illusions visitor, who knows what may happen if you fall into the monster’s grasp” the word ‘monsters’ sent a shiver down your spine as you listened to the man's words “Don’t waste time unless you wish to get captured” and just like that a new hall of mirrors revealed itself; with one big mirror at the end.

As you hesitantly moved forward a faint green glow came from one of the mirrors catching your eye as the image in the mirror shifted when you got closer: a shadowed figure with emerald, green eyes stood behind you a clawed hand reaching to your shoulder as it leaned down just next to your ear, you tried to ignore how real it felt and were about to bolt it to the exit when a voice spoke out from the mirror “Are you really wanting me to get closer to you? Who knows what I may do” You blink twice trying to focus back on finding an exit as you felt it hunt closer a low rumble erupting from whatever was behind you as you bolt to the exit as you come outside into the cold air your panic spiralling as you look back not picking up your foot as you plunge to the ground- or so you thought but a firm grip held you up just a hairsbreadth from being face down in dirt “My, my you are such a clumsy one dearest” Familiarity struck in your mind as his voice curved with a false sense of sympathy as he tugged you up against him bowing his head down to rest on your shoulder “aren’t you just glad I caught you hmm?” he teased his clawed hands lightly pinching the skin of your arms “You look awful pale ma’am would you like something to eat?” he says in a more humble tone as he steps out in front of you, reaching an arm behind him as he reveals a sweet candy apple “Here, it’s called a love apple. Or if you’d like to be fancy\~” he paused holding the apple stick closer to your face as the sweet scent off the caramelised apple filling your nostrils “Maçã do Amor” he added lowering his tone darkly as his smile shifted to a cheeky smirk watching keenly as your hands tremble closer to grasp the candy apple from his hand.

Bringing it close to your lips you parted wide taking a small bite from the apple, feeling the overwhelming sugary taste of the caramelised coating and the sweet familiar apple taste your mouth widened into a smile as you took another bite this time taking longer to swallow it. All while Harlequin watched like a predator with his prey, his eyes zoned on you as you savoured the candy apple, he had given you his eyes examining how your lips would part to bare your teeth ready for another mouthful his grin never faltering “Enjoying it ma’am?” He drawls out folding his arms calmly. You looked towards him as you started to respond “Yes! It's so... good, t-thank you Harlequin...” you felt your mind become foggy your vision blurring and your body tingling, stumbling on your weak knees the candy apple falls from your hands “What’s... happening to me” you slur over the words not even fully processing the words you were saying as your legs cave in, the harlequin breaking your fall with limited movement “Hm, Not much of a sweet tooth are you?” His voice seems more dreamy sounding to your ears but no doubt it was still laced with his usual taunting, you were pressed against his chest feeling the way it vibrated with his laughs only serving to fog your mind up more “H-Harlequin...”

“Shh, you’ll be alright soon my dearest” your eyes fall heavy upon his softly spoken words as you slowly slip out of consciousness. His arms enveloping your limp body as a sly glint in his eye slits flash knowing he has you all for himself; Then, a sharp shooting pain jolted through him merely for a moment due to a sharp knife embedded in his shoulder, glaring off to the side to see a very peeved off Pierrot who had uncannily appeared behind him with no sound his now slitted irises boring into the skull of Harlequin “What, you going to punish me for copying your plan? Such a wreck you are Pierrot” Harlequin hushed out tilting his head back as he moved you more into Pierrot’s line of sight, seething with a flame of rage the more taller performer grabbed tightly at Harlequin’s arm his claws digging into skin, a silent demand to let you go. Reluctantly Harlequin did so: not wishing to get himself killed, especially without having you fully be with him. Pierrot had whisked you away to another tent on the circus grounds that appeared to be a form of infirmary for people; laying you gently on one of the beds eyes swollen to full golden circles as he looked upon your face, awestruck at the beauty you held even when in a blissful sleep.

He truly adored you even though you had only met him through an angry old man who was catching onto the ties the circus held to the many sudden cases, you were there, you helped him as he was strictly prohibited from using his voice. That was when the thumping of his heart flinched, you had painted over his thoughts ever since that day, and he shall be damned; for he feared you hadn’t felt the same, since you focused more on that sleezy Harlequin. He sat on the edge of the bed watching the way your chest rose with signs of life as your breathing softened, reaching a trembling hand to hover over your cheek, hesitant on feeling the soft warm flesh of your face, but he leaned in further his other hand balancing his weight as it was pressed just beside your shoulder while his long clawed finger twirled in a loose strand of hair before cupping your cheek the warmth of you melted into his fingertips burning down the length of his arm. It was exhilarating, he never wanted to leave this feeling “what will it take for you to want me too, my dear” his voice uttered out, the tone sounding dangerous and uncanny, but yet he still managed to make it sound soft and gentle even when no one was listening, his eyes were blown wide shaped like hearts a faint rosy pink bloomed at his cheeks as he stilled in time.

“Never saw you as a touchy guy Pierrot, I must say you’re fairly obvious with your feelings.” The bliss of the moment discarded as soon as he entered “Poor wheeping Pierrot, unable to word his thoughts” Harlequin pressed further as he stood looming over Pierrots hunched form “The Jester’s demanding your presence.” he adds watching with a careful gaze at how the golden hue of Pierrot’s eyes blackened as he slowly stood up tall his head bowed as he walked away, small faint jingles being heard from the bells he adorned. You were finally waking up eyelids feeling heavy as you were out for a bit “Appears that our majesty’s risen from slumber” He teased stepping closer grinning at the way you flinch as your surroundings become clear “Where am I!? W-what happened... y-you drugged me! You’re insane, who does that!!?” You were furious, and rightfully so, to you? What he had done was absurd, utterly evil, But to him? It was all just a game, a sick, entertaining game for him to get you for himself; as you had thought. “Woah now tiger, I simply offered you some food that would help calm your shakiness after going through the mirror maze, you agreed to have the sweet treat” he quipped as he adjusted his sleeve “I never got my hands on you, if that is what has your head spinning. Pierrot got a tad jealous and I had to retreat to the doctor’s tent.” his voice lowered not seeming happy about that “You know” he started off eyes darting back down to yours as he sat himself comfortably upon the bed “If I hadn’t had been here... Who knows what that lovesick fool Pierrot would do to you dear” his voice leaked with a sense of false truth you couldn’t fully trust him, but you also couldn’t doubt the chance.

ꫂ᭪݁⋮ ⌗ ┆: Your boss gifts you a ticket for the new circus in your town, as a lot has been happening he thought it would distract you, but it appears you've became the distraction to one of the fellow performers at the circus. <3

♡.ᐟ : Harlequin x reader, fem!reader but I've not really described much about "reader" so any works for now, Pierrot x reader mentioned (one sided mostly)

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You didn’t want to come here, but your boss insisted that you check it out as it would “Be fun and take your mind off things” though as stubborn as you are you knew your boss was way more out of league in that category, and here you are. Standing just outside of one of the many food stalls debating if you were hungry or if you just really hated crowds, you heard that one of the shows was just about to start and started making your way over to the green tent waiting in line along with many others as they slowly filled the seats ominous circus themed music echoed out becoming louder by the minute before gradually shifting to a more softer tune that still made the hairs on the nape of your neck stand with a sense of unease. Everyone else around you didn’t seem at all bothered even the slightest which also caught your attention as you were about to ask the man sitting near you if he too heard the music the lights snapped to black, before a single beam shunned down revealing one of the actors whom you had guess was the so “Harlequin” you saw on the poster at the front. His eyes darted around the room a wide toothy grin stuck on his face as he begun to speak with a voice that oozed with confidence.

“Welcome fellow monsters, to my grand-dazzling show! Today will be a tale far foretold; yet still manages to amaze even the more frequent visitors of your bunch.” He dipped to a bow as the lights flickered the Harlequin now having moved to relax behind a small stage that held small creature things, one of them having very similar details to the speaker of this tale. As you listened on your eyes following each of the little creatures’ movements as the crowd hushed out some gasps when it took a turn of one of the things disappearing and the eerie bloodied mask that now laid in the centre of the beings, once he had finished the crowd let off some gentle applauses as the Harlequin dipped down into another bow before he spun around eyes scanning the crowd until he stilled, his slitted venomous green eyes landing upon you as you followed along with the crowd with the applause; his eyes widened ever so subtly when he took in your looks, the way you seemed out of place even when in a swarm of people, how your gaze kept focus not on him— but beyond him, As if you couldn’t exactly look at him.

This interested the Harlequin he hadn’t seen someone who could catch his attention in so long. And now that you had hit attention now; you wouldn’t get rid of him easily. Though he could already sense that the mute had his eyes on you, but that just made this game more fun on one hand he could tease the Pierrot, but he could also get to keep you for himself and oh how good that would be. He knew it wouldn’t be so hard to get you feeling for him- he knows how to toy with people in more ways than one, finally stepping up close to you relishing in the way your eyes flicker between his eyes and the tent wall behind him “You seem anxious ma'am. Did my performance shock you that much?” He let out a low chuckle as he leaned in closer eyes narrowing at the way you started to step back from him “Aww, don’t tell me you’re scared already dearest~” His lips stretched to a cheeky smirk as he encased you in his arms; hands placed flat against the tents’ wall structure behind you, he still allowed you space in-case you wished to flee from his close presence. “Uh-Uhm I need to get going now... I-uh I liked the show.” You stuttered out his close proximity messing with your mind in many ways, you somehow managed to shift away from him even though you thought he had frozen you under his intense gaze, ridding yourself of such thoughts as you followed your way back to your apartment: as soon as you’re in the comfort of your home you let out a heavy puff of air carefully sliding down the door as you plant yourself on the cold hardwood floor as images of that damned Harlequin flash through your mind alerting you back to your feet rushing to your bathroom hoping the embrace of a warm shower would calm you.

During the night you shift restlessly an overwhelming feeling of someone's eyes on you haunting you as you drifted off to sleep, soon feeling a heavier weight rest just slightly above you and some warm steady breaths brushing against your skin “Oh my dangerous dear, you shall be quiet the fun for me. I’ll bide my time; won’t be too long till it’s you chasing me instead.” a faint whisper: husky and taunting. And just as faint as the weight being placed above you it had vanished as you now awoke tossing it as “Just a dream” even as your lips felt more wetter than they should be “I must’ve just drooled in my sleep.” you tried to go on with your day returning to your workplace as you tended to many customers both kind and mean, until a familiar clown stepped inside “Oh! You're the one that the man kept yelling at! Are you okay? How’s the uh...” you gesture to your cheek looking at his face to which he nods with a sweet smile before hesitantly pointing towards the milkshake cups; his cheeks now flourishing a red tint to them “Would you like a milkshake?” you already knew the answer but you just wanted to double check preparing his order once you see him nod once more just as you were just about finished with the intriguing order of strawberry and chocolate ice cream with coffee, the bell chimed signalling another customer entered thus being the same confident and cocky Harlequin “Seems like the Pierrot beat me here, he’s so utterly desperate at times” He taunts leaning against the counter as he glanced at the seething Pierrot beside him, he then pays for his order and storms out earning a sick low laugh from the Harlequin “someone’s pissy today” he mumbles turning his head back to face yours “What do you want.” you said expressing your disliking's to his actions clear through the way your voice pronounced each syllable “Now, now. Is that any way to treat a customer ma’am? I’d like a simple iced coffee” his eyes focused intently on how you prepared his drink a sly smirk tugging the corners of his masked mouth “Y’know the circus would be more fun with one of these goodies” he states as he grabs his order from your hands waving a green ticket in-front of you with the other “gives you some special addons~” he added thinking that you would cave in, surprising him when you decline. “It’d all be the same, I know how people promote their attractions. You boast about these ‘better seats’ or ‘amazing entertainment’ only for it to be identical to what I had previously used” you mumbled out grabbing a white cloth to clean the spillage he kept making with his coffee.

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ꫂ᭪݁⋮ ⌗ ┆First post here, hope you enjoy <3

ㅤ♡.ᐟ

Alex x Fem reader, teasing, slight suggestiveness, reader is not described <3

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As the newly spring-time breeze weaved through the winding paths of the coastal place known as Pelican Town spurring nature back to life after the snow had once laced the grass in it’s bitter cold veil, greeting the new season you had started your day tending to your farm; feeding the animals, planting your spare crops tidying up your farm to look back in shape. After you have finished these chores, you began your somewhat far walk to the town to sell your stock of products you had just obtained whilst making your way to Peirre's you waved to your fellow friend’s as they passed by you going on with their day, embracing the new spring season.

One of them though you never needed to seek out them to greet them as somehow, he would always know where you were and when questioned his response is a simple shrug with a proud stance as he would say something like it was “Just a hunch.” Bullshit was what it was. And the one saying all this? Alex Mullner. The town's proudest jock of a man who had been staying with his grandparents for a while before you had come to the farm, and the same guy who has been making it his mission to tease and annoy you until you finally popped at him for it; He took such pride seeing you all riled up cause of him and his words alone. He’s made sure fit it into his schedule every day, and this spring wouldn’t be any different as you hear those damned heavy steps close in behind you whilst you’re reading someone's request up on the bulletin board you exhale in an attempt to dissolve the already churning feeling of annoyance rising slowly as you continue to decide with yourself whether to do this request or not trying to ignore the looming presence of Alex as his steady breathes ghosted over your hair making your skin form goosebumps but you paid no mind to his efforts as you managed to get away from him- though not so far before he grabbed your sleeve to keep you there

“you in that much f’ a rush to get rid of me eh?” his velvet laced voice snarked out with that prideful smirk of his, that stupid punch-able face of his... if only you could punch him right in that stupidly charmed face without angering Evelyn or George. “What’s the matter princess? Already done with me? Pfft.” He let out a gentle laugh “I’ve hardly said anything too! A new record for me then” You huffed having enough of his childish teasing you stomp away to the mines to vent the frustration out on clearing the almost never-ending caves.

Sword in hand you swing it haphazardly at the monsters that dare prey upon you as you gather some stone and ore trying to forget the moments of the early morning that still haunt your mind, his teasing words, and that cocky smile of his still dug itself deep in your thoughts no matter how many you slayed he was still on your mind. As the sky grew darker fading to a beautiful pink, you made your way back cutting through the town once more now stopped by Evelyn who wanted to say how she had bought one of your animals’ products indulging in this conversation now as she gives you small tips with cooking you hadn’t yet realise who was holding her groceries until he too stood beside Evelyn, and within seconds his lips were in a wide grin from cheek to cheek while he waited for his grandmother to take a small break before butting in “Hey gran’ma why not invite her over to have dinner? She’s probably starved from all the hard work she does.” He suggests drawling out each thing said just to add more teasing to his words as he leaned down closer to his grandmother his eyes drifting back between you and Evelyn as he watched her face light up with glee

“OH yes! Wonderful Idea Alex! Come dear you must stay for dinner; I’m cooking salmon dinner; I may even bake my special cookies for you” Now he’s stuck you in it, and you were just to nice to decline her offer with how joyous it made her “I’ll stay for dinner, but after I must get back home” you explained with furrowed brows, and Evelynn nodded taking your arm with hers as she gently patted your shoulder as she lead her back to her house still talking about how nice it will be. You glare over at Alex who is walking not far behind with a cheeky grin on his face as he chuckles silently revelling in the fire in your eyes when you look at him like that; oh, how those eyes make things stir within him, things he never knew he felt about you.

As soon as you all were inside Evelyn wasted no time in sorting dinner grabbing the groceries off Alex “George! We have a guest for dinner tonight! It’s Alex’s friend you know? The farmer?” Evelyn called out to her husband who stubbornly paused his program as he wheeled himself to the kitchen “Great. More people, hmph.” He grumbled as he past you on his way, shocked by his extra grumpiness Alex leant down right near your ear as his mouth tickled the shell of your ear “Don’t take it to heart, he’s like that. Means he likes yah” he hushed his words out quietly feeling how his proximity made your body shiver making him tread closer his voice lowering to a deep raspier tone “What’s with the shiver's princess? D'you like me sounding like this that much? Damn.” He was about to add more but leashed himself from it as he led you to the kitchen with his grandparents while he went to grab a spare chair from his room for you.

“So, how’s your farm treating ye?” George asked surprisingly less harsh than his usual tone it took you a moment to process his question from the tension between you and Alex “Ah well, it’s going as well as it can be to be fair” you answered with a subtle quiver in your tone as you watched Alex retrieve the chair from his room carrying it effortlessly down the hall, placing it down next to you as he motioned for you to sit, obliging to his motion as you sat down about to pull the chair in closer to the table before Alex shoved the chair close for you; his fingers lingering on your back as he pulls his own seat out situating himself beside you “Alex have you heard about the grid ball match coming up?” His grandfather attempted to make conversation to pass the time, and while the two discussed the game you had drifted away in your thoughts.

“Here’s dinner my dears, enjoy” Evelyn soothed out as she placed our plates down while she now sat too “Thanks gran’ma!” Alex exclaimed with glee wasting no time in digging in “Thank you Mrs. Mullner I appreciate you for having me for dinner” You thanked her softly before you too ate from your plate, Evelyn smiled and nodded at both thanking’s watching you two for a moment before tilting her head over to George whom was already eating his fill but he met her gaze and nodded going back to his food as she did the same. After you had all finished Alex insisted that he’d do the dishes so Evelyn could bake her cookies before you had to leave “I really do appreciate the thought, but I should really get going...” you stated again but Evelyn just gently shushed your worries as she caringly patted your head “It won’t be too long dear, I’ll just make some and send you off with some to go dear” she added as she made her way over to the kitchen.

Alex just finishing off the last few pieces of cutlery as he placed them in their coordinated places, wiping his hands dry as he made his way back over to you his eyes locked on yours. “Hey, would you mind grabbing me a book from the living room?” George asked you as he glanced between you both before focusing back on you as he pointed you over to where the living room was as you stood up and make your way over you notice how Alex has followed you lingering a bit away from you, arms folded as he watches you look through the shelves to find something that may interest Mr. Mullner grabbing one that was quite old looking; seemingly untouched for Yoba knows how long as you dusted off the remnants of forgottenness on the cover.

You turn to see Alex had moved closer now, bodies practically a hairs width apart, hands now fallen at his sides while his emerald green hues lingered on your face “Alex?” you whisper out waving a hand gently in front of his face to which he catches your wrist in his hand the grip is tight but not painful just firm, you let out a shaky breath trying to free your wrist from his hand “Stay.” He rasped out as he lowered his gaze for a dash just to look back up once more “It’s pouring out there; you’ll get soaked through before you even get to the bus stop.” He added loosening his grasp letting his hand slide down to your forearm “Please.” his voice pleaded; strumming your heart strings in a way you never knew it could as you kept his gaze noticing the genuine concern shimmering in those green eyes of his.

“Alex I’ll be fine, I’d dry off when I'm home.” You attempt to move away from him now that his grip has lessened but he just pulls you back closer now gently backing you up against the bookshelf “You’d have already been too soaked that you’ll have caught the cold or the flu, That wouldn’t be so good for your animals now no?” He murmured against your ear before letting you go and stepping away back to the kitchen, “Stupid boy.” you thought as you follow along handing George his book taking your seat again, Alex soon joins you after laying his head on his propped up hand whilst his eyes laid upon you his grandmother eventually brings over a small tray of fresh baked cookies “Here you are, take as many as you’d like sweetheart” Evelyn beamed gently slapping her husband's hand away from the tray as she waited for you to pick your few first.

You had pick up four leaving eight still left for themselves, now standing by the door you politely bow before Mrs and Mr Mullner “Thank you for having me tonight I enjoyed my time here, and your food was amazing Mrs Mullner” you commented as you held the small pouch of cookies in your hands “Oh please, my dear call me Evelyn no need for the formality with us” she inquires before she quickly turns to Alex

“Alex, would you please walk her so she gets home safely? I’ll give you my umbrella” without even giving him a chance to agree she was already rushing to her room grabbing her umbrella and holding it to him shoving him over to you “Bye now! See you soon I hope!” Evelyn and George wave you goodbye while you and Alex step out of the front door, he props up the umbrella holding it up over your head as he stuffed his other hand in his jersey pocket while he steadied his pace to match yours, “he’s quiet” you noted tilting your head slightly “What’s wrong? Are you out of teases?” you quipped, that surely caught his attention; green eyes peering at you from the side as the subtle tilt of a smirk tugged at his lips “Well look who’s gained some bite” he huffed out as a laugh “Just thinking.” he added on letting the words linger in the settling silence that stayed until he walked you to your front steps “Well guess that’s my job done” He drawled out with a wide toothy grin “Yes it seem it is, Goodbye Alex.” you dismiss him getting one foot on the first step before his hand is tugging your arm