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Summary: Orange wrapped tight on the thumb, purple elegantly detailed on the index, green playful and cloying on the middle, white neat and simple on the ring, and cyan carefully knotted on the pinkie.
Five active Strings. More than you’ve ever thought was possible at one time. Five soulmates, and you’re left without any idea of who they might be.
But… could it be related to the circus that’s recently come into town?
Read on AO3 | Visual Reference of Strings
Your eyes linger across the back of your hand. Against the skin of each finger lay a string— well, not a real string. Made more of ethereal light than fiber or twine, they have nevertheless wrapped around the base of each digit like a ring. You can’t feel the strings normally outside of the occasional twitch and tug from an unknown partner, but you find yourself curious as to who is on the other end constantly.
Five strings— four more than what is normal— and each a distinctive color that you’ve long-since become familiar with. Orange on the thumb, purple on your index, green on the middle, white upon the ring, and cyan at your pinkie.
There also is… a separate String, though you’re not sure if it’s related to the others or not.
Instead of being entwined around a finger like most people talked about, it was instead wrapped several times around your wrist in a dull, broken pink visible only in the right light. Only when you stare at the faded, broken shape for a prolonged period of time. Where the other end would have led you off into the world to find the person attached at the other side, there was just… nothing. The string was already snapped and frayed by the time you gained yours and could see them properly.
A broken string could mean a lot of things.
What was more interesting was how the strings lay upon your skin— lots of celebrities and soulmate psychologists talked about what the color and nature of a String meant, but you… just saw yours as part of their person from the get go. A series of quirks and traits that you’d hope to learn more about if you ever got the blessing to meet them.
The orange string wrapped around your thumb multiple times, as if making sure that the hold was secure even though a soulmate string wasn’t a material thing to remove. The purple string was simple, but elegant. It felt like silk, and was tied around your index finger in a way that left a thin pattern of diamonds against your skin.
The green string was interesting. It looked and felt normal— as normal as you could assume of Strings and your particular situation— but it was the one that ‘tugged’ the most when you moved your hand too quickly or pulled on them yourself. It felt… like the person at the other end was playing a game, toying with the idea of leading you towards them.
The white string at your ring finger felt and looked almost textbook, matching the description perfectly of what your teachers had explained once. That random class felt so long ago, information about puberty and Strings funneled into young brains that could barely understand it all. You hadn’t paid too much attention or remembered many of the details, but the string on your ring finger seemed immaculate and exact to an almost unnerving degree.
The final string on your pinkie was interesting. Though you knew little about the psychology of strings or the metaphysical rules they followed (most people with doctorates didn’t either) it seemed peculiar in that it was tied upon your finger in a surgeon's knot. It was only mildly uncomfortable sometimes when you tried to curl your pinkie into a fist, but otherwise never seemed to call attention to itself— not nearly as much as the green one on your middle finger.
Five active Strings.
More than anyone else you know has ever had at one time. It’s not uncommon for Strings to fade away or appear over time as a person’s life grows and changes— heavens above, nobody could even agree what a String represents inherently. Platonic? Romantic? Sexual? Up for those connected to decipher, though plenty of big budget company commercials would love to sell you their services to ‘read’ your Strings. Most people knew those things were fake, but there was an appeal in knowing the unknown.
A comfort in a world of uncertainty.
You had a coworker who had two Strings at once; one was for their best friend since childhood, and the other for their soon-to-be husband. The wedding wasn’t for a few more months, and you were still invited despite not working at that company anymore. Sweet people, honestly, but it had also been your only personal example of someone with multiple Strings.
Never five. You had never once heard of someone having five.
A sigh leaves your lips as you stare down at your hand once more, mentally cataloguing each string and wondering what the person was like on the other end. You wondered if they were nice, if they were considerate. You wondered if they would make you laugh and brighten your day. Maybe someone rich and famous, you’d often joke, though statistically that is as likely as being connected to some unhinged serial killer (a staple trope in horror films nowadays).
You wondered if all five of them knew each other. Were they already in a relationship? Family? Friends?
… lovers? If they’re romantically together, what would they think of you? Would it be awkward? Would they like you?
A motion draws you from your thoughts. It’s felt before seen— a gentle tug of the bright emerald-green wrapped around your middle finger. At first the tugging seems random, but you eventually notice a pattern that starts to form and a smile pulls over your lips at the recognition.
‘Good… day?’
Most people don’t take the time to learn String Speak anymore. It’s considered a bit old-fashioned, no longer needed in a vastly inter-connected world of the internet and cell phones, especially since it’s not all that separate from morse code and isn’t very good for long messages.
But it’s always been a way for soulmates to communicate even without ever having met one another. To exchange gentle pleasantries, comforts, concerns, questions— the thought had crossed your mind to offer your phone number, but your green-string soulmate hasn’t offered their own… and you are smart enough to know how dangerous it could be to give any personal information out like that.
But you know String Speak— they taught it as an elective class in school, and you never once thought it would be so very important to you. At the time it was just an excuse to goof off with your friends, but now…
‘Yes… And… You?’
You’ve learned its easier just to tug your middle finger towards your palm than to actually try and pull it with your other hand— technically it’s material enough for you to feel *sometimes*, but you look more like a lovesick fool than anything else when people see you grasping at a String they can’t really see.
‘Good.’ The reply was quick and succinct, as conversational as it could get with a language consisting of tugging an ephemeral string in a morse code-like fashion. ‘Better… if… sending… nudes—‘
You immediately curl your fingers into a fist and physically pull your hand to your chest, effectively cutting off the words with a startled, flushed yelp.
Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe it was your little fantasizing heart… but you could practically hear this soulmate’s laugh.
…
Elsewhere, Harlequin is doubled-over in boisterous amusement. He ignores the sharp glare that Pierrot gives him from the center of the stage and tries to tug once more at the string on his middle finger, but finds that there’s no give for him to meaningfully pull on.
Ah, the little thing is smart.
He laughs uproariously again, unsure if Pierrot’s distaste is from Harlequin’s unprompted arrival during his practice or the fact that one of his throwing knives had been forced off-target by the sudden tug on his string— a tug meant for Harlequin, but they all felt it regardless. Pierrot probably figured that it was Harlequin being a nuisance with their own shared String.
How they were connected— still connected— neither truly understood.
… It was hard to label their relationship, but the strings connecting the troupe existed all the same, and they’d yet to talk about it in much depth— it’s not something that Harlequin wants to think about for long either, choosing instead to interpret his connections to the others in their merry band of monsters loosely and fluidly. Humans could barely understand what the ephemeral connections meant and liked so much to parade around differently. But Harlequin knew they were… different. Special even, and intimate on a level he doubted anyone else could understand.
One day Pierrot would see it the same way.
“Am I distracting you, dear Pierrot?” Harlequin finally says, turning his gaze towards the his fellow circus performer only when certain he wouldn’t be able to tease at the string anymore. “You know you could try to talk to them too, hm? Not that difficult to learn, though….” His grin widens, all sharp teeth, “maybe that brain of yours is too stuffed full of silly things to make room for—“
A knife cuts through the air and hits a wooden beam just beside Harlequin’s head with a loud THUNK as the metal tip sinks deep into the softwood.
“Ah, sensitive topic?” Harlequin teases, constantly overjoyed in knowing something that Pierrot simply couldn’t seem to grasp.
String Speak was an archaic language, but one that they’d seen humans develop over time— not hard in the most literal sense, but it required a gentle and subtle touch that Pierrot simply couldn’t seem to grasp. He tended to yank than to tug, and no amount of Harlequin’s attempts to teach him proved fruitful.
But despite his devilish grin, Harlequin felt merciful.
“They said they’re doing good today,” he muses, reaching a hand up to pluck the knife out from the beam behind him and tossing it back to Pierrot in one smooth motion. “Though they did decline my request for nudes, alas. I’m ever so curious to know what our sweet soulmate looks like~”
Pierrot growls, but the noise hardly carries an edge to it. It sounds more frustrated and half-resigned than anything else. He catches the knife without blinking, gripping the handle tight enough against his palm that Harlequin can hear the strain of his leather gloves.
“… Jester says to ignore it now,” he says carefully, voice hoarse and so low that it seems to drag across his vocal cords. “Says it will eventually go away. This soulmate isn’t…. Like us.”
The words feel uneasy and awkward in the air between them, like pungent rotting fruit neither wants to touch.
It hadn’t taken very long for them to notice the new string some months back. The new and foreign color clashing against the mismatched but familiar rainbow set across their fingers. The appearance was shock enough for all of them— as was the realization that it was likely a human on the other end of their new, shared String. The idea seemed impossible, especially since they had been connected to each other and nobody else for… well, as long as they had been together. Too many years to count.
The idea of a human sharing a String with any them, let alone all five of them was…. Well, they each felt differently about it. Some chose not to acknowledge it at all, while others were various levels of curious— Pierrot and Harlequin seemed to be the only two who actually acknowledged and questioned it.
It wasn’t a taboo topic, not technically at least. Nothing like the never-mentioned faded pink String tied all too tightly around their wrists, sometimes feeling like a death grip that never quite faded away.
No, not like that; Pierrot tried often to bring it up, wondering what would happen if they met this soulmate. Would they be allowed in the circus? Would they get to learn about the five connected to them?
The questions hadn’t been met with anger when he’d posed them, but arguably the response was something far worse:
Dismissal.
Doctor didn’t seem to care, Ticket Taker answered in circles, and Jester… well. Pierrot knew better than to ask Jester after he’d already gotten an answer to simply ‘ignore and forget it’. Of course it had been gentler, but the troupe leader had quite a talent in making even the gentlest things feel… painful, even if he didn’t mean to hurt Pierrot.
This odd, new, fantastical String was a mystery that almost commanded attention.
It was the only thing he and Harlequin could bond over. Their shared intrigue into this soulmate where the others didn’t seem to care at all. The painful, bittersweet irony wasn’t lost on either man, given their past… conflicts.
“You’re looking far too pitiful for my liking,” Harlequin finally says, tongue sharp and words sharper… though his tone didn’t quite match the venom. It was… softer, in a fashion. “Why don’t we go and pass out some flyers? I’m sure that will take your mind off things— we’ll even stop by that little bakery you seem stupidly infatuated with if you like.”
Pierrot levels a hard gaze with the other, as if trying to determine if the offer was a veiled prank or not. Harlequin meets his gaze steadily, giving nothing other than the wide grin that seemed almost plastered across his face at all hours of the day. Pierrot finally relents with a sigh, tucking away his last few knives into the hidden pockets across his uniform.
“I’ve wanted to go there for a while,” he finally says, choosing to ignore a majority of what Harlequin said. “There’s a cake I saw in the window I’d like to try making. It looks…. Nice.”
“And I’m sure it has enough sickly-sweet sugar to give someone cavities for a lifetime.”
It’s a purposeful prod to get a rise from Pierrot. He knows this, but he growls at the other all the same. “Just because you don’t like sweet things doesn’t mean they’re bad.”
”Apologies,” Harlequin hums, not at all apologetic. “After all, dear Pierrot. You know that my tastes run a little spicy.”
He flashes the other a wide, suggestive grin and Pierrot has to restrain himself from instinctively throwing a knife at his face.
…
Flyers.
Flyers everywhere.
The streets seem choked and covered with them aplenty ever since that circus arrived and had set up outside of town. You had been annoyed at first by the copious amounts of discarded marketing— and perhaps you still are in some way— but it’s not like the employees of the circus were the ones littering or mindlessly tossing them about. You were more annoyed watching the people take an offered flyer only to look at it for a second, make a joke to a friend, then simply crumple it up and toss it over their shoulder.
Your thoughts of the circus itself aside, it seemed atrociously rude and inconsiderate to simply litter the streets with them. Even the trash cans at work feel as though they’re half-filled with forgotten fliers at the end of every shift. And as much as you’d like to say you weren’t interested at all, curiosity had begun to get the better of you a little more each day. Maybe you’d visit the circus just once before they left, if only to say that you did and finally have a better answer for all the customers who asked you about it.
Maybe…
There’s a gentle chill in the air. It’s a breeze that settles somewhere between a nip and a cold bite over your bare skin— a good thing you tossed on a jacket before running out of the apartment. How soon would it be before the chill deepens? Will it get bad this year? The thought lingers against your mind idly as you turn a corner onto the main road, the one you’d follow to eventually get to the cafe. You wanted to get there early enough so you could ask Carol about covering a shift for you next week.
But something shifts in that moment.
That step.
That turn of your body around the corner of the street.
The Strings tighten against your skin for just a brief moment. It feels as though all of them are digging into your flesh— for the first time in the entirety of having them, you feel led by their phantasmal touch.
The one at your wrist hurts most of all, the pressure and pull so strong that you almost feel your hand physically move to follow its unseen guidance. It’s like the handle of a cheap plastic shopping bag stuffed full of too many heavy items and you completely unable to put it down or disentangle it from your person as it begins to cut off circulation.
Somewhere in the burning pain you realize the direction it’s leading you is straight down the sidewalk on the other side of the road, the side you would normally ignore in favor of a more direct path to the café. But before you can begin to wonder why, your eyes take in the scene unfolding near the crosswalk—
A small group of people. It’s hard to make out the details, but they all seemed to be grouped up around… something. You could hear their jeering from across the street, though it wasn’t until you moved closer that their words came into sharp focus from the din.
“Get out of our fucking town!” Came one shout, sharp and shrill.
“You weirdos shouldn’t be here,” came another, the owner seeming to jab a finger towards the subject of their abuse, “You're the reason that woman went missing huh? You think it's funny to just take people off the street?"
You're moving closer before your mind catches up with your feet, getting a glimpse of someone in the center of the small crowd. Someone in a costume, one of those performers from that circus you kept hearing about. He’s on the ground, head bowed and hands clenching tight at a stack of fliers that he must have been handing out before getting cornered against the building. They look like a lifeline in his fists, papers crumpled against the white-knuckle, trembling grip of dark gloves. Face turned down, his long hair is like a curtain of silver that hides most of his face from view.
He looks scared.
Accusations and threats began to fall like stones. One after another, thick with vitriol and malice that burns against your thoughts. But then, the sound of a glass bottle in someone's grip clinks dangerously into your ear—
"That is enough!"
Somewhere in the thick, suffocating chaos, you barely register that your hand no longer hurts. All you can do is force yourself between a few of the onlookers with a sudden wave of protectiveness surging like a wave upon a stormy beach. With barely a glance towards the red-clad performer other than to make sure he’s physically alright, you turn around and face the crowd with an expression you hope is half as angry as you feel right now.
”What the fuck are you people doing right now? You’re going to gang up on him like this? He hasn’t done anything wrong!”
Blood rushes in your ears. Your lungs burn. Adrenaline leaves your thoughts simultaneously sluggish and sped up into a blur that you yourself can barely follow.
“Haven’t you seen the news?!” One of the crowd yells in a half-hearted attempt to keep up the air of anger that you’d broken simply by speaking out. “They’re kidnapping people, those freaks from that circus. They took a girl just last night!”
For a moment you’re not sure what to say. It feels like a million eyes are on you, watching and waiting for a performance of anger that you can’t keep up for long. Nerves begin to make your fingertips shake as worry creeps into the cracks where confidence fails you.
But then there’s a whimper from behind.
It’s all a blur again, from idly standing with your hands to your sides and suddenly with your phone in your hand, camera open and recording in an open defiance to the mindless anger filling this side of the street. It’s all you can think to do in this moment.
“I will call the police,” you say, words coming off far more confident than they felt in your throat. “I am recording and I will call the police right now if anyone comes closer. Don’t fucking t-test me.”
One part of you genuinely expects to get hit while another begs for them to leave. Just leave. Please leave. Go away. All you can do is stand there looking halfway like a fool, one person within a crowd of angry and anonymous faces who had been so close to doing this poor man genuine harm. But your camera continues to record. Your threat hangs in the air.
Eventually, the near-mob dissipates with several low threats and demeaning insults— mostly to the circus performer behind you. You stand trembling even as the dozen turns into a handful, then a few, then to none.
It’s only once the entirety of the crowd is gone and your momentary paranoia settles that you feel safe enough to turn off your phone’s camera and slowly turn around to the man you had defended, tucking the device into a pocket.
You reach your hand out, eyes flicking back and forth to either side of the sidewalk, as if worried that someone else would kick up a fuss again while you were helping him up.
“I’m so sorry that happened,” the words tumble from your lips in an awkward heap. “Some people here are… not too fond of the circus. B-but that doesn’t give them an excuse to corner you like that!”
He doesn’t take your hand. You continue to babble.
“A-are you okay? Can you stand? If they hurt you then I can help you to a clinic or something…“
And that’s when your eyes look down at your hand. Extended, fingers splayed in an instinctual gesture to grab his and help him up. It takes a few seconds for your eyes to filter exactly what you’re seeing—
The String on your thumb is bright and glowing, so much that it almost blinds you for a moment. A warm, golden color wrapped several times over your knuckles like it was desperately trying to hold on. The free end falls, visible now for the first time in your life, towards the pavement where it winds ahead loosely and…
… the other end is wrapped around the mysterious man’s thumb. It glows so bright against his glove, unmistakable and clear as day. The other end to one of your Strings.
One of your Soulmates.
His eyes seem wide with shock in equal amounts, giant pools of obsidian darkness only pricked with the same golden color that made up the String shared between you both.
“Pierrot!” A shout forces you out of your reverie just in time to turn your eyes down the sidewalk where another circus performer turns a sharp corner. “Are you—”
He is dressed in a similarly odd fashion but with an outfit of bright emerald green— his eyes lock upon the man in front of you (Pierrot?) with what looks like a flash of worry-anger-relief before turning towards you. Anger is quickly tucked into a visage of calm (is this a worried coworker?) before his eyes drop to your outstretched hand.
Time seemed to stop.
As if the universe didn’t already have enough things to throw at you in the span of just a few seconds, you notice a line of bright green snaking across the pavement in the half-dozen paces the new man stood from you. Following it, you find either end of the String tying your hands together in a second connection— the holder of the green string on your middle finger.
The one who had just a few hours before asked for nudes.
You can’t speak. Neither can Pierrot. But this new man, unnamed but so familiar in ways you couldn’t begin to describe, seems to sum up the moment in a brief but sharp curse as a look of horror spreads across his face.
ALTERNATE TITLE: The monsters are literally all in heat and Doctor keeps them all from getting laid to the point it hurts-
Thought of this after @that-one-weird-simp showed me some of darthsuki's streams and the Cock Block Doctor trend that I found hilarious! It does take place in the Monster Yuu Au. Basically just a shitpost at this point LOL. (Psst. @dustybustyy)
Warnings: Innuendos, Harlequin IS his own warning, horny monsters, boners mentioned, sexual tension but nothing actually explicit,etc.
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!
Plus a funny meme they made when I told them my idea for this:
Yknow-....It's not that they DIDN'T love Doctor.
They all did. Whole heartedly. They LOVED Doctor.
He was always the calm one. He always knew exactly how to treat anyone when they unfortunately caught a case of human flu. He could slice the best sandwich meat. Gave the best massages! No seriously. The man knew muscles enough to probably be the best masseuse in the world. And arguably he was the smartest one out of all six of them.
So what was wrong?
"Harlequin, are you ready for your prostate exam yet?"
Harlequin froze. VERY comically. Eyes opening to the size of plates.
"You've been putting it off for almost two weeks now! Everyone else is done with their yearly full body physicals except you. If you just hold still and let me get your physical done, it'll be less inconvenient for everyone involved!"
How did this extremely awkward moment happen?
Well it surprisingly didn't start at Doctor's tent. It actually started randomly in Harlequin's tent. Right after a show and everyone was gone except just the two of them. Yuu already had a pretty good idea of what Harlequin wanted when he not so subtly scooted up to her and wrapped both hands around her waist growling.
"That was a good dance. You can really stretch those legs.~" There was a tug at her tights. "Wanna see how fair I can stretch them?~"
"No. There's still people outside." She pushed his hand away. "I'm not risking you embarrassing me again."
"Come on, Yuu. It's been a week."
"And that's 'too long' for you? Why don't you just go bother Pierrot or Columbina then?"
"Please. This heat is killing me....I feel weak." He dramatically leaned on her more. "Light headed. I can barely perform. Only the touch of a real woman can help me.~"
She sighed. "Anyone ever tell you you're annoyingly persistent?"
He didn't get a chance to answer because the flap of the green and black tent was pushed open and in came a rather large figure. And now the three were standing there in silence. Harlequin froze. Yuu just....staring. And Doctor looking completely oblivious to the risky position the two were in. Eventually Doctor crossed his arms.
"The silent treatment? Really, Harlequin? You are acting like a child."
....Harlequin's right eyelid twitched before he inhaled sharply and turned his head around to Doctor with a strained smile. "Of course. Because CLEARLY I'm NOT in the middle of trying to get LAID." His sarcasm was so thick and obvious Pierrot could've cut it with one of his knives.
"Oh, good! It's bad to put these things off you know." Doctor walked right up to the two of them sounding happier. "Your health is of upmost importance and a yearly physical is nothing to be put off."
"Did you seriously-...." He facepalmed before inhaling again and dragging his fingers down his face. "Doctor. Give me an hour! No thirty minutes. I promise I can make this quick, I just need some privacy-"
Instead a large hand grabbed a hold of Harlequin and started dragging his resisting form towards his tent. "You just said you weren't doing anything. You won't be putting this off anymore."
"GOD DAMMIT, DOCTOR!!" He clawed at the ground attempting to get back to Yuu. "My dick feels like it's about to fall off here!!"
"Goodness! I told you to use protection when bringing sexual partners home! Now I'll have to give you a full groin exam to be sure you didn't contract an incurable disease-"
"I DON'T HAVE AN STD!!" He reached out for Yuu. One hand balled hard into the ground. "Wait for me here! We can pick up when I come back!"
A rough YANK pulled him through the flap in the tent, the curtains swaying a little with Harlequin's faded cursing as Yuu stood there slowly blinking and processing what had just happened. She was genuinely in shock just standing there for a long moment...
"....Pffft-" She leaned against the stage set clutching her stomach as she laughed so hard her sides hurt.
She decided to purposely avoid Harlequin after that. The man was clearly frustrated and annoyed after Doctor finally stopped holding him hostage and she couldn't face him right now without dissolving into laughter. However that wasn't the end of Doctor's oblivious reign. One time to avoid Harlequin, Yuu ducked into the kitchen, she was hungry anyways, only to find Pierrot though. He looked like he was just finishing up piping frosting on an admittedly pretty looking vanilla cake.
"Wow. That looks really nice, Pierrot. Reminds me of the cakes I used to make at the cafe."
He beamed. "Thank you. I made the frosting myself."
"Looks like you missed a little frosting right there." He paused when she reached out to wipe at his chin before tasting it. "Wow....This IS pretty good frosting. You know just the way to a girl's heart don't you.~"
Well that lead to her getting pushed against the table with two arms on either side of her with Pierrot breathing heavily above her. A growl leaving his mouth as he leaned closer.
"My lady.~ You still don't know what you do to me do you?" Long nails dug into the table top. "You make my heart pound with lust.~ My thoughts race with unholy desires.~ My blood rush to places that make me afraid.~" His breathing became heavy as he leaned forward. "It makes me want to eat you alive.~....Without actually eating you of course.~"
Yuu squealed as she was suddenly leaned over the table as Pierrot leaned over her. Growling as one kiss was given to her neck- Both looked up the flap in the tent opened up and Doctor just strolled on in humming. Both just watched dumbfounded as he hummed to himself walking over to the communal fridge and opened it before kneeling down with his huge height and beginning to rustle around in the fridge as the two stared.
He pulled out a carton of milk looking at it. ".......Pierrot, this milk is five days past the expiration date. Why didn't you throw it out?"
Pierrot opened his mouth, looked at Yuu, Yuu shrugged, before looking back at Doctor. "I...hadn't noticed?"
"This can cause someone to get sick!" He proceeded to throw the entire carton of milk in the trash can before returning to the fridge. "Come over here and help me. We're checking the labels on everything and making a list for Bil later tonight! Honestly, how can you be so careless?"
Pierrot again looked between the two...before whining and leaning away with a very obvious strain in his front pants as he turned to help Doctor. "Can we...do this later?" Doctor stared. "You know." His head nodded towards Yuu slowly getting up off the table. "After."
"You and Yuu can eat the cake after we go through the kitchen. Right now we're making sure there's no possibility of anyone getting sick from expired ingredients." He turned. "I'll check the fridge, you check the cabinets. Yuu can look inside the deep freezer...I'm pretty sure there's some of Jester's fruit gelato that's been in there since last October that needs to be thrown out."
And just like that Doctor obliviously turned what was a spicy moment between lovers into a day of 'clean-the-kitchen'. He literally pulled a notepad and pen from nowhere and made a detailed list of what they needed or HAD to be replaced for 'health reasons'. The ENTIRE time Pierrot was sporting a not so hidden boner. Even when Doctor dragged him out.
"My lady. Please...I desire you so-"
"Let's go show Bil our list. You may serenade Miss Yuu with poetry later. Yuu, please go dispose of the discarded food items in a safe manner."
Pierrot held out a hand as Doctor dragged him away same with Harlequin out of the tent with a frustrated kicked puppy look. Although she THOUGHT she heard him mumble a- "God dammit, Doctor." -under his breath as he was dragged out but she wasn't sure. Yuu watched them go before looking at the trashcan full of 'unsafe food'...then she laughed a little bit. Wasn't as funny as Harlequin getting dragged out for a examination of his own ass, but it was still very comical. However as the saying goes-
Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times-....It's fucking hilarious!
One time after a show Bil had come up to her after a performance with clear intentions gently taking a hold of her hand.
"You danced quite beautifully tonight, My Dear.~"
"My. Thank you, Bil. You always know exactly how to make a girl blush."
What followed was a kiss to her hand then her wrist then up her lower arm and just when he almost got to her elbow-
"Bil! There you are!" Doctor had suddenly seemingly manifested from nowhere walking towards them with a clipboard in hand. Ignoring or oblivious to the way Bil was still holding her arm leaned over it. "I was looking over the budget and it seemed you had forgotten to put some funds aside for the replacement supplies I asked for." He flipped a paper. "I had a specific conversation with you about this before we set up in this town. Did you forget?"
Ticket Taker stared at him but compared to Pierrot and Harlequin he was much calmer as he straightened up and slowly nodded. "Yes. I remember. I haven't counted up the money from tonight yet-"
"We must rectify this at once! Some of these medications I can't get from Jester's connections in this area unless we give them the money they want. I need the anesthesia! And the thread for stitches! I NEED the enzymatic cleaner to sterilize my equipment safely. What if someone suddenly needs emergency care?"
"I understand your concern. I will reconstruct the budget and give you what you need." He glanced at her. "...In three hours. I have some very important business to take care of first."
"There is no business more important than ensuring the safety of everyone's health at the circus. What could be more important?"
Bil slowly inhaled. Bil never did that before. His hold on her arm increasing slightly. "Yuu has a problem she needs me to help solve with some 'performance practice'."
Doctor looked at her. "You need help practicing?"
"Well, they do say practice makes perfect."
"Is Harlequin or Pierrot free right now?"
"Um...To tell you the truth, I think Harlequin is because he hasn't done any shows tonight," she answered honestly.
Doctor immediately turned back to Bil. "Then it's settled. She may practice with him." He held up the clipboard pointing at it. "We're only going to be here ten more days. I need these funds tonight!"
........Bil's hands slowly released her arm and stiffly nodded his head. "Very well. This can't be put off tonight despite how much my needs aren't being met-"
"I'm glad you see reason. Let's go get this sorted out at once." He smiled under his plague doctor mask sounding happy he was getting his money blissfully oblivious to Bil's light hints.
Doctor happily turned and started walking towards the blue tent as Bil inhaled again, rubbed his temples- "God dammit, Doctor. The one time I didn't need to worry about Pierrot and Harlequin fighting again." -and stiffly walked after him.
...Yuu chuckled when Bil was out of sight.
Honestly she thought after Bil that was going to be the last time. Three times the charm right? She had her fun, AND she didn't do anything wrong to get a kick out of it. So no one could blame her. But then Columbina and her happened to be talking. The other female monster scooted closer tapping her fingers together.
"Um...S-So I was wondering. I don't have to hang up any fliers tonight. Do you want to come back with me to my tent? I have this really pretty pink lingerie set that I think makes me look pretty and-"
"Columbina!" Both jumped and looked up as suddenly the taller monster was standing there before the two of them.
"HOLY SHIT!! Don't sneak up on people like that, Doc!," she yelled. "Scared the crap outta me!"
"Columbina, you promised to assist me in taking blood samples from the Fools today when you were done with your duties." He held up a shoe box of syringes, bandages, some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol, and clean test tubes. "I've been waiting at your tent for four hours. I want to be sure none of them are infected with anything. Especially ones we plan to eat."
She blinked. "W-Was that today?"
He nodded. "I asked you in advance two days ago and you said you would be free TONIGHT. I swear what has gotten into everyone this month?" He reached up to pinch where Yuu assumed the bridge of his nose was as if he was the most annoyed person in the world. "Harlequin kept putting off his physical, Pierrot forgets to check the labels on the food in the kitchen, Bil forgets to budget anything for me, and now you forget your promise."
Columbina looked at him then at Yuu. "Well...Can't you get Jester to help you tonight? We were just discussing some very...'special occasion' outfits and-"
"You ladies may discuss fashion when we're finished like you promised. Jester has gone with Bil to arrange a boat to our next destination with an old friend of his. And before you suggest the others, Pierrot is too busy making dinner and Harlequin is reluctant to be around me since his prostate exam."
Yuu snorted but covered it with a cough when Doctor looked at her. "Sorry. My throat's been dry from talking to Columbina for a little while."
"Well be sure to drink plenty of water. If your throat is still sore, come see me when we're done for some cough drops. Come along, Columbina."
She opened her mouth as Doctor just turned and started to walk away without waiting for her to argue. She looked between his retreating form and Yuu who shrugged.
"You DID promise. You better go keep it."
She sighed and walked after the taller monster mumbling. "God dammit."
Alright. Strange. But she chalked it up to Columbina being forgetful due to horniness. Surely it wouldn't happen a fifth time right?
NOPE!!
He was minding her own business one second. The next someone purple was right behind her leaning their head over her shoulder.
"Hello, Jester," she greeted without looking up from the newspaper she was holding.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself today. I never took you for one to read the paper."
"Pierrot asked me to help him find coupons for groceries." The paper crinkled in her hands as she rose a brow. "...I found a coupon for two dollars off sugar he might like."
He hummed not taking his eyes on her. That piercing one she knew by now that she knew what he wanted. Jester gave this look to any of the other five whenever he was horny and decided he wanted THAT ONE tonight.
"I'm very sure he appreciates the helping hand. We all help one another around here with what we need most." He spoke leaning just a centimeter closer.
"Exactly. I haven't tried those magazines yet but I'm pretty sure there's one for fifty cents off butter in one of them. You can help if you want."
"Actually I was hoping you and I could do something to..help." His grin widened as she looked at him. "However it's not something I do in public spaces for voyers-"
"Yuu? Ah! There you are." Both looked over as Doctor just strolled on in. A magazine held up in his hands. "I'm finished with this dental magazine and heard from Pierrot you were gathering coupons for his next grocery one. There's one for a dollar off toothpaste in this one...Oh! Good evening, Jester."
"Hello, Doctor." Jester greeted politely back. "How are you?"
"Good, good. I was just dropping off this magazine for Yuu." He casually placed the Magazine on the table with the rest of them. "I wasn't expecting to see you here though. Are you helping Pierrot too?"
"Actually he was asking me for my help." She turned to him with a perfect poker face casually. "Is it important? I already promised Pierrot I'd help him with this."
"If you'd like I could help you," Doctor offered, "I'm not doing anything at the moment."
Jester glanced at him. "Oh no. No, no. Of course not. I need her help specifically. After all as they say.." Those purple eyes pierced her very skull. "It takes two to 'tango.'~"
"Wouldn't Harlequin or Pierrot be a better help then?" Doctor cocked his head confused. "I've never seen Miss Yuu tango before." He hummed a hand holding his chin in thought. "...Unless you've done it and I just so happened to not see it yet up until now."
Jester just stared at him.
He looked back to Yuu. "Do you know how to tango? I've only ever seen you dance ballet and some ballroom waltzes on occasion."
Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh- "Nope. I only know ballet and what little ballroom dancing Harlequin taught me, and gymnastics of course."
"Is one of these three teaching you?"
"Not really."
Now he seemed REALLY confused. "Then...why would Jester ask to tango with you if you do not know that dance style? Unless he's planning on teaching you." He literally scratched his head. "It doesn't make sense unless he's planning on teaching you...No one seems to be making sense this month. Either way Harlequin or Pierrot would then make more suitable partners if you wish to practice the tango, Jester."
Jester just still stared. His left eyelid twitched once. Otherwise his smile and look hadn't changed. Yuu bit her tongue and gripped the newspaper harder.
DON'T LAUGH!! DO NOT LAUGH NOW!! HOLD IT IN! SHE COULD DO IT!!
"...Thank you, Doctor. I had already considered them."
"You should reconsider then!" He held up a finger. "Jumping right into any physical activity without proper practice first can cause great injuries. After all you wouldn't try doing track without first practicing jumping over high hurdles would you?"
"No."
"Have you had any lessons on the tango yet?" She shook her head no. "Then as both your doctor I must object to any tango before either you, Harlequin, or Pierrot teaches her properly first. This physical activity you both are about to jump into needs proper protection precautions."
D O N 'T L A U G H!!!!
She was trying her hardest not to!! Sucking in her lips and biting them. Her hands shook holding the newspaper trying to contain the roaring laughter wanting to spill out of her. She didn't know what was funnier. Doctor being oblivious to his own words and the situation or the dead stare Jester was just giving him. Yuu only knew if she laughed now Jester would certainly find some way to get back at her later she'd dread.
Eventually the purple people eater spoke again. "I appreciate your concern." His voice was calm but strained. "But I promise you I have everything under control."
"I still must object until you give her a few lessons. What if you both fall and you end up on top of her?"
"That is precisely the position I'm looking for."
"That's not good for either of you! Too many accidents can happen in that position! Something could break open or bend painfully the wrong way-"
WHOMP!!
She had to suddenly put her head down on the table and started making loud inhales and exhales. Not laughing but it was getting close.
"Now what on earth has gotten into, Yuu? This is a serious matter! Many people get injured during physical activities and that's why proper protection measures are given from a young age. It takes years to learn to properly move the right way and to build up the proper muscles to be able to perform properly!"
"God dammit, Doctor! I was referring to intercourse after this-"
"You can not perform sex after sustaining a serious physical injury if you two get injured during the tango, Jester! If you wish to get into a position of pain like you mentioned, then PLEASE go with someone more experienced for your BDSM! Injuring someone while dancing might be alluring in some circumstances but someone who's never performed the specific dance you want to do is dangerous!"
She was just ONE more sentence away from laughing!! Her body was shaking so badly against the table as she gasped for air like a fish out of water!
".......Excuse me. I shall go perform my duties and think long about our talk."
"I am very glad you take my advice seriously unlike Harlequin."
"E-Excuse me." She slowly stood up, abruptly just grabbing all the newspapers and magazines. "I-I'm going to go to m-my room and finish cutting them out there in peace."
She left without another word. Yuu did NOT cut the coupons. She grabbed a pillow, shoved her face into it, and laughed hard. She couldn't stop laughing on and off for at least a good hour maybe two rotating between gasping for breath and laughing so hard her sides literally started cramping up and hurting.
How oblivious could one person be?
That SHOULD have been the end of it surely. However she wasn't expecting the next day when Jester decided to hold a small meeting, not anything serious. Just explaining where they would be going next and how they would be getting there, how long it'd take, and where he planned to set everything up.
"Any questions?"
.....Pierrot raised a hand-
"Yes, Pierrot. We'll purchase a new microwave to replace the one Harlequin wrecked when we get there." Both gave Harlequin looks.
"The TV dinner said to heat for five minutes. How was I supposed to know you weren't supposed to leave the plastic layer on? Isn't that supposed to keep it fresh?"
Jester sighed. "Tonight's our last night running a show. We shut everything down and start packing tomorrow morning."
That should've been the end of it. Just ending with them going on their way and getting ready for ALL the work ahead tomorrow. Except when Doctor walked up to her.
"Yuu."
She looked up at the tallest monster. "Yeah, Doc?"
"Would you wish to have sexual intercourse with me tonight?"
And ALL at once five other monsters stopped to stare at the two of them in silence.
She had to hold back laughter SO HARD but she managed to keep the perfect poker face as she pretended to think. Humming and rubbing her chin in fake thought before shrugging. "Sure. Why not? I'm not busy tonight."
He seemed happy. "Excellent! I'll just-"
SLAM!!
Harlequin slammed on his knees and. Just. SHRIEKED!! Not a normal scream. The most 'I am being brutally tortured to death' frustrated shriek she'd ever heard as he just turned to the ceiling of the tent and let it loose. It echoed out everywhere as he sat on his knees.
Thump, thump, thump-
CRACK!!
Yuu turned her head hearing someone sounding like they were stomping over and over and something wooden breaking. Only to find Columbina hitting her head over and over on the pole holding up Jester's tent. Jester was just standing next to her. His grin strained so much she could literally see his fangs gritted, and his eyelid twitching every few seconds. She found the source of the cracking noise too. The clipboard Jester had been holding was absolutely crushed in between his palms and a few pieces at his feet.
HICCUP!!
She turned to look back towards the Harlequin. Harlequin was now rocking back and forth gritting his teeth and sporting a physical boner. "It's been a month...Can't take any more!"
Right next to him Pierrot was literally on the ground in the fetal position curled in on himself full on ugly sobbing. Not crying. SOBBING. As if all six of them had sudden been murdered in the most brutal way in front of him. He was crying fat tears as he sobbed into Harlequin's leg.
POP!!
A loud POP and the sound of liquid being poured made her look behind the two men on the ground loosing their minds at the desk. Behind them Ticket Taker was calmly pouring a wine into a wine glass until it was over flowing, before pressing his lips to it, and just straight up CHUGGING the wine like it was nothing. Once it was empty he slammed it to the desk, a crack ran down the side of the crystal wine glass as Bil just started filling it up a second time.
Harlequin and Pierrot still whimpered and sobbed on the ground. Columbina kept hitting her head. Bil was already chugging a second cup of wine. And Jester's other eye had joined the twitching as Yuu blinked at them. Alright. Maybe teasing monsters in heat wasn't a good idea after all.
Doctor only reached a hand up to scratch his head in confusion. "Now what's gotten into them?"
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The circus monsters have an unspoken pack of hierarchy.
On quiet nights the group sometimes piles together Doctor’s big nest, even if they aren’t romantically involved the scent-sharing is their version of therapy.
All monsters are hypersensitive to loud noises, sudden weather shifts, and strong smells. The clowns’ masks act as sensory filters, they are like a “second skin”.
Doctor was abandoned by his parents at age 2–3 once they deemed him capable of independent hunting. He grew up without spoken language or social structure, resulting in difficulty of talking.
His nest is sacred. It’s a massive pile of stolen blankets and clothing in his tent or his trailer. When someone joins the circus and earns his trust, he steals a piece of their clothing and carefully put it in his nest.
The scents calm his constant loneliness; losing access to a familiar scent (Harlequin’s for example) can send him into a depressive spiral.
Doctor has poor temperature regulation. He prefers enclosed, dark spaces and often curls around colder bodies for comfort.
Doctor’s “medical” practice is genuine care and instinctive butchery. He can set bones perfectly but might lick your wounds clean.
If you told him about grnny’s home remedies he might test them.
Columbina was sweet and angelic in appearance and voice, but an absolute chaos.
She’d flirt shamelessly, pull pranks with Harlequin, and still be the first to comfort someone crying in the corner.
Her laughter was infectious and slightly unhinged. She could turn a tense situation into a lighthearted one with a single joke or gesture.
Columbina collected shiny or pretty things (buttons, ribbons, broken jewelry) and decorated the others with them. She also had a habit of “blessing” people by dropping petals or small bones on their heads from above.
TT and Jester are both drawn to softer, adaptable personalities. Strong-headed types create too much friction and wouldn’t last long term.
They need someone who can read their moods and offer quiet reassurance rather than a challenge.
Both feel deep, conflicted guilt if a partner casually accepts their violence toward humans. This can lead to testing the partner’s loyalty.
Angst Headcanons
Jester’s trauma: During one of the Ringmaster’s punishments, Jester was locked in a small cage. A fire (accidental or deliberate) broke out.
TT and Doctor learned to keep him away from open flames.
Jester originally traveled with Doctor because the monster was terrifying to both humans and other monsters, while Doctor gained someone who could plan hunts more strategically.
Their partnership was born of mutual survival, not care.
Jester is capable of defending himself, but traveling alone left him injured and exhausted. He still has scars from those times.
TT keeps a dried flower Columbina gave him. Doctor helped seal it with resin.
On bad nights, TT holds it.
Before the Ringmaster arrived and humans began crowding their territory, the group lived in relative peace.
The loss of that innocence weighs heavily on all of them.
Harlequin still curls up on rough nights, instinctively leaving space on the bed for Pierrot, who used to press against him as kids. His absence still aches.
Doctor becomes lonelier if you bond with Harlequin and/or Pierrot. They were his only consistent social contacts. Harlequin as occasional company and Pierrot as another “innocent” presence. Watching you take that comfort away hurts him. He may start leaving small “gifts” at your door as a silent plea.
Pierrot has moments of mutism where he just stares blankly, replaying memories of better times. Only Harlequin or Jester can usually pull him out.
NSFW / Instinct Headcanons
All monsters are intersex, shifting anatomy that adapts to their partners and cycles. Gender presentation is irrelevant to them, on the other hand; scent, behavior, and emotional connection matter more.
They experience seasonal rut/heat cycles. For most, the window is roughly April–August.
During their season they feel heightened libido and possessiveness, but the peak rut (aggressive, territorial) and heat (needy, fertile) each last about a week. Timing varies slightly from individuals.
Doctor and Pierrot mate for life. Once bonded, they become physically distressed when separated for too long from their partner.
A mating mark is involved, visible and permanent.
Harlequin is a tease and playful during normal times, but becomes surprisingly gentle and focused during his partner’s heat.
Jester is rough and vocal, craving obedience while also being possessive.
TT is servicial and controlling in a caring way. He wants to take care of every need so thoroughly his partner can’t think.
Doctor’s feral side comes out strongest during rut: more biting, scent-marking, and low growling.
He gets overwhelmed easily and needs a patient partner who can handle his intensity without fear.
Columbina (if she was alive) would be adventurous and love incorporating aerial silk elements into intimate moments.
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WARNINGS: MDNI, smutttt, harlequin x mc x pierrot, harley x pierrot, , AFAB gender neutral reader, spitroasting, cunnulingus, dom top harley, subtop pierrot, sprinkle of puppy pierrot in there just bc, but its not mc doing it >:3, virgin pierrot, they make out while eiffel towering you, mc is tired dawg but they love thier boys, this is fairly harley x pierrot heavy you have been warned, praise ofc though its less than my usual, facefucking, biting, marking, umm if i missed anything lmk
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Dealing with a monster boyfriend was hard. Dealing with two was harder. Dealing with two who couldn’t stand each other was nearly impossible.
The hardest part? Finding a way to involve both of them without one feeling left out or pissed off. Even things as simple as ordering takeout became a feud within minutes, Harlequin demanding something spicy while Pierrot begged for a little sweet treat, the whole ordeal ending with you making them pick up knocked over furniture and cleaning up anything they might have broken- and replacing it. Oh, and you still had to choose what to order. They’re lucky you loved them…
“Dear one, why don’t we just watch The Conjuring again? You seemed to enjoy that one!” Harlequin offered, trying to aid in the current crisis of not knowing what to watch.
As much as you enjoyed movie nights with your two lovers, they were always a chore to get started. “Because, it’s Pierrot’s turn to choose a genre, and he’s not in the mood for horror tonight,” you grumbled, shooting the Harlequin a look. He scoffed.
“That’s because he has terrible taste, dearest,” Harlequin responded, glancing at Pierrot in a way that could only be described as instigating. You heard Pierrot growl lowly next to you. You turned to him, placing a hand on his chest as you gazed up at him, trying to soothe him.
“Don’t worry honey, it’s your turn tonight,” you assured him. Pierrot tore his gaze from the green monster, focusing his attention on you as he blushed softly at the contact.
“Thank you, my dear,” Pierrot swooned softly, smiling as he looked down at you. “I was thinking we could watch a romantic comedy?” he suggested sweetly, his eyes lighting up as you clicked on the genre, pulling the list on the screen.
“Ooh, that one looks raunchy,” Harlequin purred excitedly as you clicked through the options. You rolled your eyes, but decided to entertain him, clicking on it to read the summary.
“That one doesn’t seem bad actually,” Pierrot murmured upon reading through the plot. Your eyes went wide with surprise. Were they actually getting along for once?
Always an opportunist, you hit play on the movie. “I think so too!” you chirped, more dramatically than you meant to. You didn’t even read over the plot; you were just excited that they weren’t immediately fighting like usual. Actually, you were pretty sure this was the first time they’d ever agreed on something.
You laid your upper body against Harlequin, feeling his arms rest over your shoulders as Pierrot rested on his tummy, his face smushed against your thighs as he laid lax over your legs. You knew your lower half would likely go numb halfway through the movie, but your sweet Pierrot was comfortable, so you didn’t mind.
The movie was ever so slightly boring, but Pierrot’s eyes were glued to the screen. You couldn’t speak for Harlequin, but he wasn’t instigating anything, so you assumed he was at least mildly entertained. Harlequin let one hand gently card through your hair in a rare gentle gesture, making you lean into his touch, closing your eyes at the warm feeling spreading through you.
Your gaze returned to the TV at the sound of soft whimpers. Warmth spread across your face as you saw the two main characters grinding on each other, taking off their clothes in a hurried frenzy. Harlequin chuckled behind you as you stiffened slightly against him. You turned your gaze down to Pierrot, your eyes widening as you caught him glowering up at you, his mask a bright pink as he panted softly.
“You ok, Pierrot?” you asked, voice high and timid. He nodded, raking his gaze over you as his hands shook lightly at their place on your hips.
Harlequin chuckled behind you. “Puppy’s first boner, huh? Really, dearest, you can’t rely on this one knowing how to please you if he gets this worked up over a simple movie,” he teased, running his hands down your torso, pawing at your waist as he spoke against your ear. Pierrot’s gaze snapped to Harlequin, shooting daggers as he glared at him.
“Be nice,” you grumbled, sighing. You knew the peace could only last for so long.
Both men ignored you. Harlequin laughed mockingly as Pierrot crawled forward, arms caging you in as he put his face close to Harlequins.
“I know my dear better than you do. I could make them feel better than you ever could,” Pierrot seethed lowly. You placed a hand on his chest, attempting to softly push him away. It didn’t work.
“Oh, sure you could. Tell me, do you even know where their clit is?” Harlequin asked. Pierrot blinked dumbly up at him.
“Um. Yes,” he responded simply. God, he was a terrible liar.
“Where?” Harlequin grinned, leaning forward to put his face right against Pierrot’s, attempting to intimidate him. You looked up, struggling to see Pierrot’s face to gauge his reaction. You didn’t need to, his growl sounding through the room as his claws dug into the couch beneath you. “Down, boy,” Harlequin chuckled. “You know, I’ve been thinking. Neither of us have had the chance to take our little angel yet, have we? I’ve been dying to hear how pretty they moan for us. Haven’t you?” he said lowly. Your eyes went wide.
“Don’t I get a say in this-” you started, being rudely silenced by Harlequin shoving one of his tentacles in your mouth. You huffed.
“O-of course I have,” Pierrot stammered. His gaze turned to you, looking down with dilated pupils. “I dream of making you feel good, my love. I want to make you feel so much pleasure you can’t take it anymore. I yearn to please you,” he sighed out, his pupils slowly morphing into hearts the longer he spoke.
“How romantic~” Harlequin cooed out. “Y’know, for once we have the same goal in mind! I think we could have some fun with that, don’t you?” he asked Pierrot. Pierrot was silent for a moment, clearly torn. Harlequin noticed his hesitation. You moaned softly as you felt the tentacle in your mouth roll against your tongue in a languid motion, your breath catching in your throat as it toyed just at the cusp of your gag reflex. The sound made Pierrot stiffen, drool beginning to trek down his mask as he panted.
“If it means bringing them pleasure…” Pierrot said. You gawked at him.
What the fuck was happening?
Pierrot slid off of you, and you squeaked as you felt yourself being picked up by Harlequin, who began to carry you to your room. You turned your head to the side, barely managing to spit out the appendage in your mouth. “Wh-what are we doing, guys?” you asked, instinctively arching away from a stray tentacle that wormed its way beneath your shirt.
“Just sit there and look pretty, dearest,” Harlequin cooed, sitting on the bed as he pulled you into his lap. “Now, Pierrot, I’ll teach you where they’re most sensitive. You just focus on making them feel good,” Harlequin called as Pierrot kneeled in front of you, his face hovering close to yours thanks to the height difference.
Pierrot scowled at him. “How would you know if you’ve never laid with them?” Pierrot asked skeptically. Harlequin snickered.
“Oh, so innocent, Pierrot. Humans tend to be much more similar to one another than monsters are, it’s not rocket science,” he teased, a tendril curling itself around the plush of your chest, making you shiver slightly.
Shooting Harlequin a doubting look, Pierrot leaned closer, drawing his gaze to yours as he gently cupped your face, pressing his forehead against yours. “So pretty, my love,” he whispered out, before pressing his lips against yours. You moaned softly, nipping softly at his lip to make him shiver. His tongue lolled inside, slowly rubbing against your own before wrapping around it. You whined, arching against Harlequin as Pierrot’s inhuman tongue filled your mouth.
“Aww, so sensitive, dear one. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were just as much of a virgin as Pierrot is!” Harlequin murmured against your ear, nibbling the shell of it as another moan tore through your throat. “Though, I suppose that wouldn’t be too far fetched, you’re always timid when I touch you~”
Pierrot growled as Harlequin kept talking. You opened your eyes, seeing his glaring at the green monster behind you. Harlequin just hummed, sliding a tendril under the waistband of your sleep pants, wrapping it around your thigh teasingly. Your head spun as you tried to focus on the actions of both monsters. Sure, you’d made out with both of them separately, but feeling the both of them pawing at you made you dizzy with the combined pleasure.
“Have you ever thought about tasting them, Pierrot?” Harlequin seethed out dangerously. Your stomach dropped as Pierrot’s eyes dilated, his gold pupils covering nearly all of the black in his eyes.
“Tasting them where?” He asked shakily, his hands gripping your thighs.
You felt the tendril slowly remove itself from your sleep pants, choosing instead to coil over your sopping cunt from over the fabric. It ground against you lightly, making you rock your hips against it with a soft whine. “You can figure it out, I’m sure,” Harlequin teased. Pierrot whimpered, drool dripping down his mask as he shakily lowered himself, nuzzling his face against the appendage separating him and your cunt.
“Let me have it, please. You smell so good, dear one. Please, let me bring you pleasure,” Pierrot moaned, drooling all over Harlequin’s tentacle.
Harlequin gave a soft moan as Pierrot looked up at the two of you, hands gripping at your thighs and pushing them apart. Harlequin moved his appendage to give Pierrot room, letting him lap at your pussy through the fabric of your pants. You groaned softly, arching your hips towards him.
“Pierrot, won’t you take off their clothes? I’ll guide you on how to touch them~” Harlequin purred enticingly, making the other monster whimper softly. Pierrot looked up at you as he sat up to be eye level, pouting at you needily.
“Is that alright, my love?” he whispered softly. You bit your lip, nodding. He wasted no time in pulling your shirt off of you, sucking soft marks into your collarbone as you moaned.
“Aww, such a good boy, Pierrot!” Harlequin praised mockingly. Pierrot growled softly.
“Not for you. Only for them,” he reminded softly, before tugging your sleep pants off of you. Once you were fully bare, Pierrot spread your thighs softly, Harlequin nipping the back of your neck as he watched the two of you.
“H-hey-!” you called out, feeling two tendrils loop under your knees, pulling your legs wide and keeping them there. Two more pulled at your arms, keeping them firmly by your sides and out of the way.
“Hush, dear one~” Harlequin purred, shoving a fifth tentacle in your mouth. You shuddered at the rough treatment, heat pooling in your lower tummy. “Now, Pierrot, don’t you see how pretty they look? All wet and needy?” he purred.
“I-is that good?” Pierrot asked. Harlequin hummed.
“Very good, it means they like when we fight over them,” he chuckled. Harlequin spoke in a low tone, pressing his mouth against your ear. “Isn’t that right, my sweet thing? You like having two big, bad monsters fight over you like you’re a toy?”
You moaned softly in response, sucking at the tendril in your mouth as you rolled your tongue against it, arching your hips closer to Pierrot’s waiting mouth. Harlequin chuckled knowingly.
He spread your cunt wide with two fingers, making you shiver. “Mm, you see where they’re twitching, Pierrot? Why don’t you try giving that some attention? I bet they’re awful pent up,” he teased. Pierrot nodded, leaning forward before licking a stripe up your cunt. He froze slightly, the taste of you making his brain short circuit. His grip on your thighs tightened as he pulled you closer, as far as Harlequin’s grip would allow. Pierrot licked and sucked at your entrance, tearing a moan from your throat as he lapped up your arousal.
Harlequin tutted softly, pushing Pierrot away by the forehead. Pierrot growled louder than he had before, this time threateningly. “Don’t,” he warned, moving closer to you to continue. You stiffened in slight fear as Harlequin pushed him away again.
“Such a mutt, Pierrot, thinking you can bark and scare me,” Harlequin scoffed. “If you want to continue and only think about yourself, go ahead. But if you really want to make our darling sing, I’d suggest you listen to me,” he said, trailing his hand down your torso. Pierrot looked torn between hating the other’s guts and listening to bring you pleasure. Overall, his need to make you feel good won out.
You moaned softly as Harlequin pressed two fingers to your clit, toying with it lightly as he spoke. “Focus right here. It’s where they’re most sensitive,” he advised, moving his hand to give Pierrot room. Pierrot nodded, before rolling his tongue around the sensitive bud, moaning as he felt you twitch against him in response. “Good boy! If only you always listened this well for me,” he teased, making Pierrot glare up at him. He suckled softly on your clit, making your eyes roll back at the stimulation. He took notice, sucking harder at the bud as you whined. “Not too hard now~” Harlequin advised.
You groaned as Pierrot softened his approach just a bit, the stimulation damn near perfect as he indulged in you. You felt dizzy at everything that was happening. The two monsters that were normally at each other’s throat were suddenly cooperating, as much as they could at least. More than that, Harlequin seemed to be encouraged by Pierrot’s attention. Even Pierrot seemed to be at the very least motivated by the green monster’s banter. That, mixed with Pierrot’s sinful mouth- you were losing your mind.
You let out a garbled moan around the tentacle in your mouth as Pierrot’s attention moved lower, his tongue pushing into your entrance. You ground down onto his eager mouth, your head lolling back as he filled you.
“Pierrot,” Harlequin warned, his tone disapproving. “So selfish, you know,” he chastised. Harlequin gripped Pierrot’s horn through his hat, tugging him back as Pierrot whined softly, gazing at your cunt with desperation.
“I want more-” Pierrot rasped, drool and slick covering his mask.
“We’ll get there in a moment. Focus on their clit for now, or I won’t let you make them cum,” Harlequin threatened. You whined in disapproval, trying to turn your head to Harley to voice your disapproval. He kept you still though, grinning against your neck.
Pierrot glowered up at him at the threat, but he latched back on to your clit, his expression softening just a bit as you shuddered against him. Harlequin gave him space, allowing him to suck your clit, smothering his face against you and your scent. Your eyes rolled back as your hips bucked against his mouth, making Pierrot moan around you.
Pierrot kept his attention at your clit for a while, the stimulation driving you up a wall. It didn’t take long for your first orgasm to slowly build, your tummy tying in knots as your thighs began to shake. Pierrot whined against you, sensing your impending release.
“Do you want to make their pretty hole feel good now, Pierrot?” Harlequin asked. Pierrot nodded, letting Harlequin push him back. You cried out against the tentacle in your mouth, whining at the loss.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my love!” Pierrot chirped, moving to latch onto your pussy again. Harlequin kept him away though, chuckling softly.
“Won’t you trust me here, Pierrot? A little denial goes a long way,” Harlequin teased. You whined, thrashing fruitlessly against your binds. Pierrot looked conflicted, but he knew Harlequin was much more versed in this than he was. He knew he was forced to trust him. “Hehe~ now, you wanna put that long tongue of yours to use?” Harlequin teased. Pierrot nodded.
“Please. My love tastes so good, I need to taste you, I need to make you feel good-” he rasped.
“Go ahead,” Harlequin instructed. Pierrot lurched forward, his tongue filling you in one smooth motion, making your back arch with the sudden pleasure. He thrusted his tongue in and out of your walls, making you rock against him as best as you could. “You feel that spongy spot right near their entrance? Try focusing on that,” Harlequin said. Pierrot listened, rubbing firmly against it with each thrust. You cried out, biting down on the tendril in your mouth, making Harlequin moan at the pain. He rocked his hips against your ass, relieving some of his arousal as Pierrot continued eating you out. He let his tongue bully your gspot with each movement he made, your head spinning at each thrust. Harley brought his hand down again, rolling tight circles around your clit in time with Pierrot’s ministrations.
You couldn’t help the tears that sprung to your eyes as your orgasm returned, more intense this time as it threatened to tip you over the edge. You clutched at the fabric of Harlequin’s pants, desperately trying to ground yourself against the waves of pleasure crashing over you. “Aww, is someone close? Why don’t you cum for us, dear one,” Harlequin cooed out, keeping a steady pace over your clit.
White filled your vision at Harlequin’s words, your legs shaking hard. Pierrot moaned into you, the taste of your orgasm coating his tongue. He lapped your cum up hungrily, growling and moaning against your cunt as you rode out your orgasm. Even once you were past it though, Pierrot kept lapping against you, making you jerk back in overstimulation.
“Please, too much-” you whined sharply as Harley removed his tendril from your mouth. Pierrot whimpered softly but relented, pulling away from your cunt with a heartbroken look. You felt Harlequin pick you up with his tentacles, pushing you onto your hands and knees on the bed.
“Pierrot, won’t you go in front of them?” Harlequin asked, his hips pressing against yours as he ground against you, your overstimulated cunt throbbing in response.
“I want to claim them first,” Pierrot said, glowering at Harlequin, who simply scoffed.
“You got to taste them first. It’s only fair I get to be the first to fuck their pretty little hole~” Harlequin cooed, this clearly being his plan all along. Bastard…
Pierrot kneeled in front of you, pulling you up to nip along your neck, biting down hard. You whined at the pain, moaning softly. It felt nice, until he bit harder, and harder, teetering the line between marking and eating. You batted him away quickly.
“Pierrot, not so hard!” You chastised, making him whimper.
“I-I’m sorry, my love, I need to mark you,” he panted out. You groaned feeling Harlequin lean down to mark the other side of your neck, biting almost as hard as Pierrot did.
“If you want to get pissy and bite something, be my guest, but bite each other, not me,” you snapped, sighing in relief as Harlequin let you go. The two monsters stared at each other tensely for a moment, knowing they were both in trouble this time. Finally, Pierrot spoke.
“I am not marking him,” he growled out. Harlequin laughed.
“Come on now, you can’t tell me you aren’t itching to sink your teeth into me~” he teased. You looked up, watching Pierrot grab Harlequin by the collar, tugging him in and glaring at him, shaking with silent rage.
“Stop,” you ordered, making Pierrot drop Harley immediately. You sighed. As hard as you had just cum, you were aching to feel them inside of you, and their fighting was getting you nowhere close to that goal. “Harley, you fuck me. Pierrot, you fuck my mouth,” you said, your tone leaving no room for argument. Harlequin stuck his tongue out at Pierrot mockingly.
“If you wanted my cocks so bad, you could’ve just asked, dear one~” Harlequin teased. You paused, your brow furrowing.
“Cocks? Plural?” you asked. You heard him push the pants of his costume down, paling as you felt two tips press against your entrance, his cocks tapered at the end like his tentacles were.
You looked up at Pierrot, a helpless look on your face. “Is this a bad time to mention my knot?” he asked sheepishly. You watched as he pulled his cock out, the base flared, ready for his knot to pop as soon as he came. You took a shuddering breath.
You were so fucked.
You cried out as Harlequin took advantage of your shock, slowly pushing into you so as to not hurt you. On their own, each of his lengths were impressive, but together? You gripped your comforter tight, struggling to take him, the stretch making your mind fuzzy.
“Ngh- so tight, dear one~” Harlequin grunted out once he was finally seated all the way to the base inside of you. “C’mon, open that pretty mouth for Pierrot~” he called, reaching forward to cup his hand around your jaw, digging his fingers into your cheeks to make you open your mouth. You obeyed with a pathetic whine, looking up at Pierrot with a needy expression.
Pierrot moaned softly as he rut the tip of his cock against your tongue, one hand cupping your face softly after Harlequin let go in favor of gripping your hips. The monster behind you ground into your hole, the stimulation making you twitch. You lapped at Pierrot’s cock before sucking just the tip into your mouth, looking up at him wide needy doe eyes.
“You look divine, my love,” Pierrot hissed, shallowly fucking your mouth, ever conscious about hurting you. You moaned around him. Behind you, Harlequin slowly pulled out of your cunt, leaving just the tips in as he massaged the plush of your hips, making you squirm slightly.
You cried out as your body lurched forward, Harlequin driving into you hard before setting a rough pace. Pierrot’s cock hit the back of your throat, nearly making you gag in surprise. “Such a needy slut, dear one!” Harlequin cooed, fucking you hard as he set a quick, deep pace. You whined around Pierrot’s cock, unable to focus thanks to the pleasure wracking through your body.
Pierrot gently tangled his free hand in your hair, holding your head as still as he could as he thrusted into your mouth, just shy of hitting the back of your throat. What a gentleman.
“Your- hah- mouth feels s-so good, my love,” Pierrot panted out, fucking your mouth shallowly. You moaned around him, your eyelids fluttering at the sweet praise.
You jolted as you felt one of Harlequin’s hands trail down your stomach, rubbing two fingers against your throbbing clit in time with his thrusts. You went lax against the two monsters, letting them use you as pleasure tore through you.
Pierrot let out a pitiful, muffled moan above you. You tried to look up, but he was leaned forward, his pretty face just out of your view.
Unbeknownst to you, Harlequin had lifted his mask up, pulling Pierrot in by the collar before crashing his lips into Pierrot's, making him whine as he kissed the other monster back. The kiss was all teeth, full of raw anger and need as they kept fucking you. Harlequin moaned as Pierrot nipped at his tongue, the sting making his cocks throb inside of you. Harlequin bit back, purring against Pierrot as the metallic taste of blood registered against his tongue from the small wound. Pierrot shuddered, letting his eyes flutter shut as he leaned in to all of the stimulation rolling over his body, short circuiting his mind. Harlequin snickered against his mouth. Oh, how he loved virgins.
Once they finally parted, Harlequin chuckled. “Mm, I can still taste them on you, Pierrot~” Harlequin teased, making you gasp around Pierrot's cock. Neither of them gave you time to think about what had just happened though, the both of them focusing their efforts on you. Harlequin angled his hips down, bruising against your gspot with every hard thrust as Pierrot fucked your mouth just a bit harder, the tip of his cock brushing the back of your throat. You drooled around him, eyes crossed as you tried to look at his knot, which was already beginning to inflate.
“Ngh- m-my love, don’t- don’t make that face, I’ll-” Pierrot warned, his breaths becoming shaky. You moaned around him, bringing one unsteady hand up to wrap around his cock, squeezing his inflating knot. “Please, I-I’m-!” he stammered, unable to finish before he pulled your face close, his knot inflating in your hand as his cum shot down your throat. You whined, his orgasm triggering your own. Stars popped in your vision as Harlequin kept drilling into you, the unrelenting pleasure drawing out your second orgasm.
Harlequin groaned softly as he watched the two of you come undone, feeling his own cocks twitch within you. “C-close, dear one. You want it inside?” he asked teasingly. You barely registered his words in the midst of your own pleasure, nodding dumbly as best you could with the cock in your mouth. Harlequin groaned, chasing his own release as his hips smacked into yours.
You whined as you felt his cocks throb inside of you, shooting load after load of hot cum directly against your womb. You squealed softly, your legs shaking as your body begged for a break from the overstimulation, having already cum twice.
Finally, when all three of you had come down from your highs, both monsters stopped. Harlequin slowly pulled out of you, trying to be careful to not further stimulate your overstimulated cunt. Pierrot softly pulled out of your mouth, wiping up a stray bit of cum that had dribbled out with his thumb, only to push it past your lips a second later. You suckled on his thumb, licking up the last bit of cum as Pierrot looked down at you with big heart eyes. He kept your hand squeezed tight around his knot, though he let your sore jaw have a break.
You went lax against the bed, utterly exhausted. Harlequin snickered, as if he, too, wasn’t out of breath. “You alright, my dear?” Harlequin asked, patting your thigh softly. You grunted softly, not caring enough to even nod.
Pierrot sighed softly as his knot finally began to deflate. He let your hand go, gently placing it down on the bed beside your other hand. “I’ll go grab a cloth,” he said, a dumb, wide grin on his face. God, he’s so cute…
Harlequin watched the other monster leave to the bathroom before silently turning his gaze to you. He watched your limp body for a moment, a conflicted look on his face. Finally, he smirked, standing up off the bed.
“Well, since Pierrot’s got you covered-” he started.
“Stay,” you grumbled out, not giving him an option. Harlequin scoffed, despite the warmth blooming in his chest. He rested atop the covers beside you, lazily waiting for Pierrot to return. The other monster returned from the bathroom, washcloth in hand as he beamed at you.
“I’ll clean you up, my love!” he chirped excitedly, gently maneuvering your body to wipe at the cum staining your inner thighs. You sighed softly, the warm water feeling nice. Once he was done, he looked to Harlequin, a blank expression on his face. He held a second washcloth out to him, his face giving no indication of his emotions.
Harlequin hesitated for a moment, an odd emotion churning in his gut. Finally, he decided to take it, not saying anything in response. He quickly cleaned himself, tossing the cloth back to Pierrot, who rolled his eyes. He placed the soiled washcloths in the hamper before sliding into bed next to you, covering the three of you with the comforter.
“Thank you for letting me make you feel good, my love. I think I’m addicted to making you fall apart now,” Pierrot grinned, nuzzling his face against yours. You let out a breathy laugh, kissing his cheek softly.
“Thank you, honey,” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering shut. Just before sleep took you over though, you reached an arm back, grabbing for Harlequin. You made contact with his shirt, tugging him close as best you could. “Thank you, baby,” you hummed to Harlequin, practically forcing him to spoon you. You let yourself fall lax feeling his arms wrap around your waist. It didn’t take long before your breathing evened out, sleeping soundly in your lovers’ arms.
Pierrot and Harlequin made eye contact after you fell asleep, emotions neither could explain burning in their eyes. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Harlequin spoke, breaking the tension.
“Never speak of this,” he whispered. Pierrot nodded quickly in agreement.
“Never,” he agreed quietly. The two settled in, cuddling close to you, knowing there would be hell to pay if you woke up without both of them there.
Despite their decision to not bring this up again, both monsters fell asleep with the same thought on their minds.
Hell yeah! They finally stopped fighting. What if next time (if you are willing to write a next time) they swapped places? (Or maybe stretched reader out) Either way fantastic writing
A/n: the order in which I release the endings is wack. Sorry. At least that's 3 done now:)
Enjoy:)
Summary: this is a continuation to one of my previous posts, linked here: tfc X reader hide and seek
Warning: this work is based on an 18+ game, even though my work itself is not explicit
Tw: mentions of blood, heartbeat, kissing? Is that even a tw? lmk if I missed something
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The street was quiet. Too quiet for your liking. The kind of quiet that always preceded something... Usually a predator pouncing on an unsuspecting prey...
Something in your peripheral vision sent you sprinting. It was almost the end of the game and you were much more jumpy and paranoid than ever.
It may have been just a mouse or an empty tin can knocked over by the chilly wind... But you were not taking your chances.
You sprinted down the alleyways and parking lots. But after running and evading all night... You were completely exhausted. It was no surprise that your leg gave out under you in the most inconvenient moment.
You winced as your knees hit the ground and you skidded to a stop. Clenching your teeth you rolled over to your side.
Great. Just your luck to land full speed into a patch of glass. You sucked in a breath, inspecting the damage. Your knees were massacred and bloodied. And a particularly sharp piece of glass embedded itself into your right leg.
Ouch.
You tried getting up, but even the slightest movement sent a sharp impulse of pain all the way through your leg.
With trembling hands you pulled out your phone and dialed Doctor's number.
He picks up on the third ring
"Hypothetically," you start, skipping the greeting.
"Sweetheart, you know how I love when you start your questions like that"
"If someone had bloodied knees and a piece of glass stuck in their knee... What would you advise they do?"
"It is not a hypothetical situation, is it, Y/n?"
"...No... I guess it isn't," you wince.
"In such a situation, it would be best to go to a doctor, but I think you already know that"
"Oh" you blink, "Can- can you come help me?"
"Of course, doll"
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Not much later his massive figure emerged from the shadows. All clad in black with red accents, it was uncanny. There was a small med kit in his hand.
He stood before you surveying the damage. His eyes glowing crimson in the dark. It sends a cold shiver down your spine.
"You got hurt. Perhaps letting you run off was a mistake"
"It was an accident," you frown.
"You are remarkably prone to them, dear patient," he counters, readjusting his gloves, "Perhaps I should permanently keep you in my medical tent strapped to the chair to prevent further accidents"
You violently shake your head.
"I don't think there's a need for that"
"I'm not so sure. As a doctor I must do what's best for my patient"
"I'll be more careful," is the best you can offer, but it's enough to make his eyes fade back to cyan. You let out a breath quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice you held it - knowing, he likely did.
His hands are gentle as he lifts you up and carries you to a bench nearby. His body is warm and you can't help but lean into him.
"You will have to let go, sweetheart, I can't work on your wound if you cling to me like this," he whispers right into your ear.
"Oh, sorry," you reply sheepishly, letting go off him and stumbling over to the bench.
"Though I must admit it is rather enjoyable," he muses quietly under his breath. If you had somehow managed to contain your blushing before, this comment did it for you. You had to turn away and hope he didn't notice. His content chuckling indicated he probably did.
He settled you onto the bench, before kneeling infront of you. His massive hand easily picked up your thigh to inspect the damage to your knee closer. He hummed in disaprooval.
"This will sting just a little, doll," he muttered picking up a bottle of disinfectant, "but if you behave I might give you a treat after"
"I'm not so small that you need to bribe me with treats, you know?"
The Doctor hums in acknowledgement, "Whatever you say, sweetie"
"But... If you're offering so generously... Who am I to say no to candy?" you grin.
You don't hear him laugh, but from how his shoulders are shaking you can guess it.
"But perhaps the treat I'm offering you is not of that kind"
"O-oh?" You scramble for a more coherent and witty response, but before you can figure it out, he says:
"All done, sweetheart"
The Doctor was truly a master of keeping you distracted while he performed his medical procedures, be it disinfecting the wound or something more... gorey.
He tied the bandage around your knee into a tight bow, but did not hurry to move away. Instead, he remained crouched in front of you and caressed your knee through the bandage.
Finally, he bent down and placed a small kiss on the flesh above the bandaged wound, before straightening back up.
"You should not put stress on your leg," he utters in his deep voice before getting up to sit on the bench next to you.
"Doctor's orders?" You confirm with a grin.
"Doctor's orders," he repeats back at you, before picking you up and pulling you into his lap.
"Looks like I won, sweetheart"
"Oh, I guess... So what are you going to do to me?"
"I have a few tests I'd need a willing participant for. And you would be just the perfect subject"
"O-oh" you can't help but feel a surge of disappointment, but it is soon enough replaced by fear when you recall the kinds of tests the Doctor is inclined to conduct.
His head tilts to the side as he surveys and commits to memory every micro expression you make.
"But don't worry, it won't hurt. You might even come to enjoy it"
"And... What kind of tests will you conduct? I have a right to know what I am consenting to"
"Circulatory and cardiovascular systems' reactions to outward stimulants and manipulation of your immediate surroundings"
"So... How my blood and heart react when something... Happens"
He smiles, the way he always does when you discern something in his medical terminology.
"Precisely, my precious test subject," his thumb traces your jawline.
"My hypothesis is that when I talk to you like this," he leaned in intimately close, his breath fanning your ear, "your heartbeat speeds up. "
His fingers glide to your pulse point. And for a moment you both stay utterly still, just the sounds of your elevated heartbeat between the both of you.
He smiles in satisfaction.
"And if I kiss you, it might even reach a critical value"
You held your breath.
He did not close the mere millimetres separating you.
"Won't you test your hypothesis?"
"I'm afraid your little delicate human heart will not take such a strain. I prefer to keep such a willing test subject alive," his fingers still kept on your pulse point.
You frown.
"I'm resilient. Besides, hypotheses are meant to be tested. Is that not the foundation of science?"
He smiles.
"Very well, my dearest patient, your insistence is very amusing"
He tilts his mask to the side and leans in. Your breath catches in your throat. And for a second you're afraid his theory might come true.
But when his lips are on yours... Somehow all those thoughts melt into the background.
The kiss is slow
A comfortable warmth descends through you, piercing your very core, making you melt in his arms.
Having ascertained that your heart is not nearing it's critical condition, the Doctor smiled in satisfaction and deepened the kiss.
You hide your hands in the warmth under his massive cloak, tracing patterns against the muscles of his back.
When you finally separate for breath, the Doctor hums,
"What a perfect subject you are. Always so willing to test out my theories..."
You can't help but say
"Hm... Allow me to propose my own theory then"
"Of course, sweetie, I'd love to hear what your fascinating brain meant to be studied in a lab can come up with"
You giggle at his words.
"My theory, is that you're not really interested in studying me. You just use that as an excuse to get close to me. And to try to fluster me" you shoot him a challenging smirk.
"Unfortunately you are very mistaken, dear patient. I love studying your every single reaction." His fingers gently trace along your collarbone and down your arm, grabbing your wrist and positioning his fingers on your pulse there, "The way your heart rate spikes up. And how you breath hitches. How your brows furrow and your pupils dilate... But why would that exclude the possibility of me wanting to be close to you?"
"I suppose it doesn't..."
"After all, knowing all the ways I make your body react makes you taste so much sweeter"
He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his lips right above your pulse point. His claws run through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You lean into his touch. Into him. You're surrounded, practically engulfed by his form.
And if you were honest, you wouldn't mind staying like this as long as the cover of the night allows you.
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A/n: aight... Three done... Yay, lmk how you like this one:)
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It's important to remember that Luigi Mangione is being framed for murder. The "evidence" they have on him is absolute clown shoes absurd.
They're trying to win this by swaying public opinion. That's why they're doing movie deals about it and staging ridiculous photo ops.
They're gonna try to give this kid the death penalty to cover up for their own gross incompetence and in the hopes that they scare the working class out of trying to fight back.
Please don't help them do this by using his name as a synonym for political assassinations. Please do not perpetuate the idea that he's guilty.
The person who committed that assassination is the Claims Adjuster. They have not proved in a court of law beyond a doubt that Luigi Mangione is the Claims Adjuster, and it is your civic duty to consider people innocent until proven guilty. Fairness or justice inherent to the Justice System aside, none of that matters if people won't even respect presumed innocence in the first place. It's a keystone holding up every other debate.
The cops were fucking embarrassing themselves in a manhunt where it was abundantly clear that they had lost their guy. And then they suddenly nab this guy at a McDonald's who suddenly got sloppy and it just so happens they found every bit of evidence they needed while they were alone with his bag with no one to corroborate the search. That is genuinely some of the most obviously staged that evidence has ever been in a high profile trial, and that's saying something. They worked harder and were less sloppy while persecuting the Black Panthers.
Everything they've done since has been a massive violation of Luigi's rights, and one of which should reasonably get the entire trial thrown out. And yet even people who claim to support The Claims Adjuster and Luigi and claim to be abolitionists are just wholesale buying and repeating the cops story. Do not. Don't let them get away with it. Whatever legal or social precedent they're allowed to set here will be used against everyone else the cops want to use as a pawn.
Do not do the cops' work for them. If you want to talk about the murderer, talk about The Claims Adjuster, but stop talking like we know it was Luigi. We don't.
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