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A TFC short fanfiction. (SFW)

(TW for depictions of a panic/anxiety attack and examples of what you should NOT do to try and calm somebody down from one)

“Hey…” I gingerly look up at Pierrot with a question in my mind “... Wasn’t Harlequin here? I thought I heard his voice at one point…” Pierrot’s face goes stiff, like he’s trying to hold back a different kind of smile. “Oh… Y… Yeah… He’s…. Over there.” he gestures over at Harlequin still laying in the bathroom doorway “He… He only made you m-more upset, my dear, so I… Moved him” Pierrot covers his face with one hand and his shoulders shake like he’s trying to hold back a laugh. Harlequin rolls over to face us with an extremely exasperated smile and looking PISSED. “HA HA!! Yes, hi… Did you forget about me, dear one??” he’s practically spitting at us. I look at him in shock and confusion “Woah… What happened to YOU? C-calm down…” 

“Que?? ‘Calm down’ they say..” he hisses and mutters something in his native language before slowly sitting himself upright (with some lingering discomfort). “Agh… Sss… W-what happened was you kicked me in the dicks while I was merely trying to HELP… Dear one.” Harlequin glares. 

“O-oh… Oh no! I-I’m so sorry, Harlequin! I didn’t mean to-” (wait did he just say ‘dicks’... as in plural?) I shake my head and then crawl towards him, placing my hand onto his before leaning into his shoulder as an apology. I hear him let out a scoff before finally giving in to my apology and softly placing his hand on my back in quiet forgiveness. “... I might forgive you this one time… As long as this incident isn’t repeated or mentioned outside these walls” he glares sharply at Pierrot standing behind me while Harlequin holds his hand at the back of my head to lightly press me into his shoulder. Pierrot merely exchanges a mischievous “maybe I will, maybe I won’t” kind of grin at him, much to Harlequin’s silent annoyance. 

“Y-yeah… We’ll promise… right, Pierrot?” I turn to him with sad, pleading eyes and Pierrot’s expression turns to a quick panic before giving me a quick and frantic nod, making the bells on his hat jingle. “Y-yes, my dear... Of course… I will not repeat a word of what happened here tonight…” Pierrot replies, unable to refuse my plea. That's when Harlequin silently returns a cocky smirk right towards Pierrot. A quiet victory for Harlequin knowing that Pierrot would never refuse a request made by me, much to Pierrot’s silent annoyance this time. “Here… Let me help you up, Harlequin” I turn around so I’m parallel to his side and pull his arm around my shoulder. “A-ah… M-my dear, maybe you should l-let me ah–” Pierrot nervously fidgets while watching me closely as two conflicting thoughts collide in his head. 

On one hand, he doesn’t want to be the one to touch or help Harlequin out. On the other hand, he doesn’t wish to see me struggle more or risk getting hurt trying to support a man much taller and heavier than myself. 

A TFC short fanfiction. (SFW)

(TW for depictions of a panic/anxiety attack and examples of what you should NOT do to try and calm somebody down from one)

That’s when he then tries knocking and calling out to me in an anxious tone “M… My dear?? Are you alright? U-unlock the door and please tell me what’s wrong, my dearest. I want to help you.” he paced in front of the bathroom door, hoping to get an answer from me. But I was too choked up and too short-breathed to answer as I sat there clutching my hair while sobbing in the fetal position, hoping he would try and take the hint and leave me be for a bit. But he tried the doorknob while knocking again, pleading with me to open the door while asking me what’s wrong. 

It is then that Harlequin arrives via the front door and witnesses the spectacle of a sad and pathetic dog trying desperately to pry the door open. A smirk widens across his face as he walks on over to Pierrot with his usual cocky attitude. “My, my~. Trying to break in to get a view of something indecent are we? Move.” Harlequin lightly smacks Pierrot upside the back of his head, making Pierrot’s hat fall forward and cover his eyes, while in one swift motion, Harlequin snatches one of Pierrot’s knives and uses it to turn the simplistic lock to the unlocked position. By the time Pierrot fixes his hat, the door is open and they both get a good look at the state that I’m in. There, sitting in the tightest corner, I am curled up with my hair draped over my eyes, clutching my scalp while I am shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.

Pierrot’s heart sinks at the sight, he wants to get closer and console me, but suspects that approaching me would likely be like approaching a scared, cornered animal. Harlequin on the other hand seems baffled by Pierrot’s hesitation and nudges past him, dodging Pierrot’s attempt to stop him via grabbing his shoulder as Harlequin trudges closer, leaving Pierrot standing there waiting and watching anxiously in the doorway. “Now now, dear one. You invite us over just to hide and lock yourself away? Was today really so awful for you to be sniveling this hard?” Harlequin says while kneeling in front of me, looking at me as if I’m being overdramatic. When I didn't give him any answer (because I couldn’t), he placed his hand on my knee to try and pull me out of my corner, which was his big mistake. 

An adrenaline-spiked reflex kicks in the very millisecond he touches me and I jerk my leg forward, nailing him right in the groin with my foot before he could even have time to react while I scream “DON’T TOUCH ME!” at the top of my lungs as I grip at my scalp even tighter. Harlequin lets out a loud, gurgling groan and slams onto the bathroom floor on his side, curling into a tight, trembling ball just as I am, but for a much different reason. 

Pierrot was watching this whole thing go down from the bathroom doorway, wanting to laugh at Harlequin’s much-deserved physical pain as a result of his arrogant incompetence, but Pierrot couldn’t ignore the distress I was in and needed to find a way to calm me down first. 

He finally walks into the bathroom slowly, quietly so as to not make any sounds to startle me, and slowly drags Harlequin, who still remained curled on the floor and immobile, away from me by the leg. As soon as Harlequin is back by the bathroom where he was, Pierrot drops Harlequin’s leg and leaves him in the doorway, thereby swapping places with him and entering the bathroom in his stead. But instead of approaching me directly, Pierrot silently sits adjacent to me. Not making a sound, not trying to touch or talk to me, just sitting there, patiently waiting for me to calm down, while also keeping an eye on Harlequin to make sure he doesn’t try to get any closer. 

Once the smell of my fear and anger begins to settle, Pierrot quietly scoots closer, speaking to me in a soft and calm voice “My dear… Are you alright? I… I’m here… If you ever want someone to lean on… My heart aches seeing you so distressed… B-but… I promise not to touch you until you are ready to lean on me.” 

A TFC short fanfiction. (SFW)

(TW for depictions of a panic/anxiety attack and examples of what you should NOT do to try and calm somebody down from one)

It was a rainy day here in down, another day at the coffee shop except it’s pouring down in buckets and our new promotional drink is bringing in customers in droves. It’s crowded, hectic, and because the circus is closed due to the weather, it’s even more chaotic than usual thanks to the red and green performer’s weird fixation on you. And each other… And they aren’t just watching me from afar. Sometimes one of them will come up to either help me (Pierrot) or come up to tease or fluster me (Harlequin). At one point, I mess up an order, getting it mixed up with another and I get complained at by the customer, to which Harlequin snarkily remarks at me “Wow, you should get better at your job, sweetheart~” with that stupid dumb smirk on his face and the remark that made mine and Pierrot’s blood boil. Every now and then they would leave me be but then before I know it, they’re right up in my space again. I think Pierrot started to pick up on me getting overwhelmed at times because I would step outside in the back more often, standing under the awning while the sound of the rain from all around would provide me with temporary relief. 

He didn’t say anything to me, but I could tell that his eyes were on me like a quiet dog trying to keep a polite distance. 

After my grueling shift from hell, my boss thanked me for working so hard and told me to go home and get some rest because I wasn’t looking too well. He then points to Harlequin and Pierrot, demanding Harlequin to pick up all the straw wrappers he was shooting towards Pierrot, and for Pierrot to stop taking up all the napkins to fold them up into tiny flowers for me and to refill the napkin dispensers he depleted. Harlequin scoffed and rolled his eyes, while Pierrot looked at me with sad, heartbroken eyes because he was hoping to walk me home. Exhausted and nearly at my limit, I tell them to just do as the boss says and they both can meet up at my place for a movie night once they’re done. The two reluctantly agree and with that, I take my umbrella, and make my way back home. The only thing going through my mind as I walked the slow walk in the rain was about how horrible today went. The drink promotion got too popular, the cafe was too crowded, the air was too stuffy thanks to the crowd and weather, Harlequin’s remarks on how to do my job crossed the friggin line, I didn’t get as many tips as I hoped, someone brought their annoying, screaming brat into the shop who bothered the other customers, and then Pierrot… Bless his heart, I know he meant well, but even he wouldn’t let me have a single moment alone by myself to let me try and catch my breath. By the time I unlock the door and step into my apartment, I’m starting to fall apart. First the tears start and I can’t get them to stop. Then the emotions I’ve kept bottled up throughout the day start to rile up my adrenaline, affecting my breath and making me wheeze as I release more emotion that I couldn’t handle anymore. Crap… They’re gonna be here any minute, aren’t they? I just need a bit more time alone by myself while I have the chance. I can’t let them see me so distressed. I just need to get this anxiety attack out of my system before I face them again. So, in a panic, I rush myself into the bathroom, lock the door, and sit down in the corner while I try and make myself as small as possible to hopefully try and muffle my hyperventilating and heavy crying. Just like I predicted, Pierrot arrives first into my apartment via the balcony about a minute or so later, anxiously looking around for me like a lost puppy. When he sees that I’m not either in my bedroom or on the couch, he starts to get worried and search for me more extensively until.. His eyes lock onto the bathroom. He takes a step closer and sure enough, he catches my scent which up until now, had been diluted due to the rain. He was about to feel relief, knowing I was just in the bathroom for now, but something about my scent made him feel uneasy. It smelt as though it was thick with adrenaline, the scent of fear. Pierrot, getting increasingly worried, tries turning the doorknob only to realize it’s locked.

So um... This is based off a very real thing I've been experiencing for a day or two now, so I figured I'd use this energy to base a very steamy fanfic off of. Also this is my first time writing a fanfic, so... Idk if I should be embarrassed or proud. But anyway... Tumblr is being a butt about text length, so I have to split this up into several parts. (,,>﹏<,,) ((This is the last part! TY for all my fellow thirsty simps for reading this far! ;D ))

(TW: Mentions of period, blood, and very naughty things)

He felt so hot and thick inside me, filling me up way more than my toy at home ever could. Not to mention that his was pulsating and throbbing just as much as I was down there, making the sensation feel even more amazing. His movements were also very smooth and painless, thanks to the amount of blood I’m gushing, acting as a lubricant. It really didn’t seem to bother him, in fact he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit, staring lustfully at my body with a dazed expression and heavy breath. It was feeling rather good for myself as well, he started hitting just the right spot at the right angle and I couldn’t help but melt and surrender to his every thrust. Even if I wanted to help out, my body wouldn’t let me move from being too dazed, paralyzed by the ecstasy. Though… He did say to let him handle everything and just enjoy ourselves, so I guess I’m doing just as he says without trying to.