#jester x reader

But after smashing his dresser in half after smelling your scent on Pierrot, he had came to terms with it.

"Not much. But I feel like they got sturdier."

"I see. Well, the case is quite clear: you're body prepares to fight against rivals for your mate." Doctor finally edicts, his words cutting like Damocles' sword falling down on a neck.

Jester closes his purples eyes with a tired sigh.

"I suppose I should not have to tell you how incredibly dangerous your situation is? A mating rejection? This is unlike you."

"No. I am well aware."

Doctor clicks his pen, noting things down, before laying his report on the side and turning to his friend with crossed arms.

"Go on."

"… What?"

"Explain to me how you ended up in this situation."

"I'd rather not." Jester ever so slightly tenses up, crossing his legs.

"I am a medical professional, Jester. Nothing leaves my tent. I will not repeat anything to the others, not even Bil. But you are in a perilous situation."

"Are you lecturing me, Doc? Like all those years ago?" He grins meanly.

"I am trying to help my family." Doctor retorts evenly, "I do not know if you realize how close to the edge you truly are…"

Jester sighs again, combing his silky mane back with his hand, slouching regally on his seat, getting comfortable since he won't leave anytime soon.

"It was a raw impulse. She was under me, ripe for the harvest and vulnerable. But she was here willingly. She came specifically for me. And… She just smelled so… enticing. I bit her without even realizing it."

"Did she said yes to the mating?"

"No. I did not ask." He grouses.

"Imposing a mating bound on one of our kin is-"

"A crime, yes, I know." Jester keeps your true identity hidden. For now at least.

"Continue."

"I did not even think the mating would work. I thought it would disappear on its own. Futile hopes, of course." He sniggers to himself, "I was even relieved when I saw her with another. A problem for him to deal with and one out of my hands."

"The relief was short lived, I imagine."

"Very short. The second I saw them getting sweet on each other… I felt like claws was lacerating me from the inside. The pain was so great I thought I would pass out." He retells, "Suddenly, seeing them together was simply intolerable. I had to refrain myself from gutting him."

"This other male, is that someone we know?" Doc tilts his head.

Jester falls mute, observing his hand in the dim light of the tent with a quiet… Horror. He felt them trembling, nervous, ready to draw blood.

Pierrot's blood.

How? How could he fell so low his organism could demand Pierrot's blood for reparation? His own friend? His own brother?

Over a mere… Human?

How could he? They made the oath to stay together and protect each other from humans, and now? Now a nagging bloodlust inhabit him, demanding the head of his own family to ensure his claim over an abhorred individual.

But… When he saw you two about to kiss… He felt the urge to kill and to protect what he edicted was for him to take and enjoy.

If Pierrot didn't felt him approaching behind his back that night and didn't stab him with his blade in time, what… What would he have done to his brother? Would he have truly killed Pierrot? Is he truly capable of such ignominious acts?

For you?

He'd love to be sure he would not have done that… He'd love to be certain of that…

Bil has every right to be so disappointed with him, and Jester doesn't intend to forgive himself either.

Today again he felt the grip of childish jealousy as Pierrot walked past, your perfume on his clothes.

Ridiculous.

"Does it matter if we know him?" He asks with a white tone, closing his hand in a fist.

"In a last resort we could kill him."

"No. This is not an option." Jester orders between his teeth.

"Did he claim her in return?"

"No. At least I do not think he had the time to."

Doctor nods silently.

"I must say, I am curious of her. What kind of woman is able to make you lose control like that? I'd love to meet her." He muses, a hand at his chin.

An insect, that's who. Jester feels a headache approaching him.

"Yet I feel like you are not 100% honest with me, Jester." Doctor clearly tells him, "That woman… Isn't she human, by any chance?"

By 'any chance'? Doctor's choice of words irks the purple clown down to his core.

"You insult me." Jester warns, his patience running thin.

"Am I? Isn't it (M/C)?"

Jester bares his teeth as a clear warning sign, letting of a rumbling growl at his oldest friend, his claws sharpening instantly at the mere sound of your name in another male's mouth, before slamming his hand on his mouth in pure horror.

"Thought so." Doc takes his report and adds a new line, not caring for the threat in front of him, "Alright. You only have two things going for you, Jester : He did not claim her, and she is human. This mating cases are less… Severe. You've got chances of survival. But there will be sequelae. Real ones."

Jester feels his eye twitching as he makes the conscious effort to calm down and takes his hand off his mouth.

"It's like you already knew everything." He comments acidly.

"I am just a great observer."

"So? What are my options, then?"

"You can bring her back to you."

"No. I told you it was a mistake, I do not want her."

Doctor seems to consider Jester for a minute behind his blue glass, making his pen twirl in his fingers.

"You can let her go with your rival. That would demand your organism to purge the mating bound, and that will not be pleasant. Nor short."

Jester crosses his arms over his chest.

He'd like a minimum of suffering. He may have been foolish enough to mate with you, that doesn't mean he wants to endure pain for you, let's be serious a moment. And he'd like you to disappear before you hurt Pierrot too.

"Is that all?"

"No. You can kill and eat her."

"Ah." Jester exults with a mean grin, "This is more my style. This option is perfect, thank you Doctor for your advices." And he stands up, feeling alive again.

Finally a silver lining in this situation!

"Jester." Doctor stops him, as he is about to cross the curtain of the tent, from his chair, "Do not fool yourself. We do not mate by accident. The impulse to bite is natural in all of us, but a mating bound would not have taken place if you did not truly desired it, consciously or… Unconsciously."

Jester squints at the monster who once protected his life when he was still so little and weak with the sudden urge to slap him across the face. To remind him that he was now in charge and he would do well to respect him as such.

"Remember that before making a hasty decision." The red clown lets ring like an omen.

Jester considers him, before innerly sniggering and leaving the tent of his friend. It is still so early in the morning, Bil dragged him here right after finding the destroyed dresser.

"Ah, Jester." Bil appears, leaving of his leader's tent, "Your furniture are beyond ruined."

"It's quite alright." Jester muse, "I will use the trailer for a time. What do you think about shopping for some fittings for everyone?"

The blue clown stops in his track, looking at the purple one, mute.

"…You seem back on your feet."

"My horizon just cleared, friend. It has been a long time since a problem needed such a simple solution." He smirks at his dear friend.

"Which is?" The other asks cautiously.

"Do not worry, Bil. We will soon be long gone from this town. With not a single last string attached." The Jester declares with peace in his soul, looking at the birth of a new day, the first rays peaking up from behind the mountain, "I'll need you to do something first for me, please."

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You open your blinds, getting ready for a new day. Giving a quick broom swift on your balcony, quickly taking your laundry down from the string, re-adding a male's boxer as a safety measure, watering your little cactus and ivy, before sitting at your desk to gussy yourself up for your shift. Some primer and powder, just a dash of eyeliner and color, and you tie your hair up. Last time you caught one of your hair in a pastry just in time before you brought it to the client. You'll have never heard the end of it, so now you tie it extra tight.

You stand back up and wince. You're still sore in your groin and inner thighs. You sigh, not content with throwing you out like an old sock, Jester has to remind you of his past favor right through your flesh, like a taunt.

You pass on your shoes and head outside to jump on your bike, flying through the streets of your city to The Tres Leches, your favorite bakery. You secure your bike when you notice someone crouching at the corner of the bakery before hurriedly hiding behind a wall.

A red figure.

You refrain from sighing or grousing. You decided to start a new leaf with him… You'll have to be patient.

"Pierrot. You're not sleek." You declare casually as you check the chain of your bike.

Pierrot's mask peaks up again, blushing.

You do roll your eyes though.

"Come in. You expected me, stop pretending." and you enter.

Hurried steps follow and when you look back, your red clown is right behind you, pulling on his white strand with sparkling eyes. You innerly chuckle.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" The cashier salutes, "The usual?" He eyes Pierrot's tall figure drooling before the pastries and the breads.

"Yes. And I'd like to order a special cupcake with that!" You add.

None of their cupcake they sell on the daily are your favorite.

"Swell. For a specific occasion?"

"For my birthday."

Pierrot seems to gasp, turning his head to you.

"What do you want, birthday girl?"

"You made a super limited edition with yuzu filling cream last time.

"Ah yes. I'll see with the baker if its possible." He notes down before sliding his pen behind his ear, "Can't make any promise. Here's your usual."

You pay and grab the goods, smelling the delicious notes of a flaky and buttery pastry, making your tummy growl.

"Where's the other gal… Caroline?" He asks, tidying up his shelf, "You don't come here together anymore."

"… Carol?" You pronounce that name like you receive a kick to your stomach, stopping you mid-movement.

Carol…

Carol at the Circus.

Held hostage by…

Your hand holding your pastry stands still in the air, almost close enough for a bite, but your stomach drops to your feet with your blood and you feel your head spinning all of a sudden.

Pierrot grabs your hand and pulls you outside. He hurries in a discreet and isolated street before releasing you, making sure you are alright. You look forward, frozen, eyes not even blinking and lost in the void. You crush your morning treat in your hand, disgusted with yourself.

Carol.

Your friend.

Hypnotized and taken prisoner to do their biding. And you, you ran into their arms.

How could you even?

"Are you feeling alright, my Lady?" The carmine clown worriedly asks as you slouch against the dirty wall, "Can I do something, or…?"

"… Can you free a fool?" You directly asks.

"A fool? I… I do not know." He responds after a gulp, "Jester handles all of them like a hivemind. I don't think I can break one free without him knowing. He is… secretive about his capacities."

You frown, feeling tears behind your eyes, but you raise your gaze to meet your clown's.

"You're not lying ?"

"No. I swear it to you." Pierrot insists, very solemnly, "Jester keeps his secrets, even from all of us. As one does, I suppose."

"I see…" You inhale deeply, calming down, "Here. Bob appetite." And you shove the pastry into his hands, returning to your bike.

"You don't want to eat?" He hurries behind you. "B-but…"

"I can't swallow anything right now…" You admit your throat as dry as the desert.

You can't leave Carol in their hands. This is not what friends do. You need to find a way.

You grit your teeth.

You did not want to confront him this early, nor ever in fact, but if only Jester can release her…

You unlock your bike and hop in, wincing as your groin sends a jolt of pain but keep your mind resolute.

You'll free Carol, even if you have to cave Jester's teeth in.

"My La-"

"I'll see you later, Pierrot, I… I need to think about stuff."

And you flee the scene.

Stomach empty.

Mind spinning.

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Pierrot looks at you rolling away like the wind. And in an instant, you disappear from his field of view.

He feels a large hole in his heart growing again. He gulps. This troubling pain only eases in your presence. When night comes and he climbs your balcony to reunite with you, this is when he feels the most at ease.

The most… Himself.

You spend entire evening discussing and chit-chatting about nothing and everything until your drop, exhausted on your mattress. He tucks you in carefully but takes the time to admire you in your most vulnerable state.

Powerless.

In front of a beast you should not ignore.

All for him.

He feels his teeth growing and his mouth watering, his loins on fire.

Sweet you think you never kissed before, but he never deprived himself of an opportunity to savor your lips.

This is alright. You do not need to know. This is just for him, that bit, just for him. He'll play the candid boy who never kissed anyone when you'll decide to jump that ship.

Or… He'll take full control, and ravage your mouth until your jaws are sore and… He giggles all alone.

His Lady. So pure. So sweet. So nice… For him to play and enjoy until both your bodies are screaming.

This morning again he hoped to see you at this bakery. He followed you to it every morning without you ever knowing.

You only saw him today because he wanted you to.

He looks down the paper bag and take out the pastry. Smells of rich butter and decadent cream.

He bites into it without a second of hesitation.

Mmmmmmmmh… Yummy. Sweet.

Just like you ❤️

"Hey!" A voice resonates in front of him.

Pierrot raises his gaze only to be hit by a stack of flayers in the face.

"I'm fed up with you leaving me to do all the work, Pierrot!" Harlequin pesters, "Get to it!"

Pierrot gathers the flayers in his arms before they fell to the ground, grumbling.

"What are you eating?" The green one points out, "You slack on the job to eat on the side now?"

"Back off!" Pierrot bares his teeth as Harlequin tries to get a look at the bag, "She gave it to me."

"'She'? You mean…For fuck sacks." Harley spins his heels away, shaking his head in contempt, "You're crazy about her, you need to be put down, man."

Pierrot silently observes his… 'Brother', brows furrowed. You told him it was just a one night stand with Harley, but he left an unmistakable mating bite on your shoulder.

How? When? Why? He knows not.

But he'll keep an eye on the green rascal.

A mating bite is not a mere kinky mark.

This is an absolute oath of loyalty and devotion between soulmates.

This is a vow of love and utter cherishment between two lovers.

This is a physical claim of your one and only. An open declaration of war to all the other suitors.

Or this is how Jester explained it to him, at last, to make sure Pierrot would not start biting willy-nelly.

Yet… Harlequin is strangely… Permissible. With you.

Maybe you said the truth the other day. Pierrot had pain believing you, but maybe this mating bite truly was an error on Harlequin part? He did not try to separate you and him each time he saw you together…

Pierrot sniffs with contempt but hurries to his comrade's side.

Jester and Bil were worried about him getting attached to the first one coming, yet Harley bit the dust first. Serves him right.

"Why are you looking at me with that lopsided grin?" Harlequin asks, raising an eyebrow at him, "Creep."

"Nothing. You and Jester are so different. He'd never make mistake. That's all." And he takes a satisfying bite of the treat, leaving the green clown asking for clarification behind.

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You sigh, cracking your spine.

Another good and long day has gone by. You think you'll make a curry tonight.

You shake your head. How the human brain can get so cozy and obliviously care-free when it returns to its routine. You must think about Carole. Find a way to free her.

You have little hope for the rest of the fools, but maybe you can free her…? Maybe if you run away with her far away enough, Jester's influence will thin out to enough you can shake her out of it. Maybe…

You jump on your bike, decided to bargain her liberation with the Brain-washer and speed up across the road like you were flying on the wings of the wind.

Direction : the Circus.

Your mind is so fixated on your friend, you barely see the little mass crossing in front of you, forcing you to jump on the breaks harshly to not hit it. The pregnant tortoiseshell cat looks at you with big terrified eyes, before booking it. You look at it out of breath when a speeding cars crosses the road, not caring for the signage.

If… If that little cat was not here, you would have been hit by that monstrous truck…

You gulp, feeling a laugh rising in your throat.

Stupid, stupid, stupid girl! You should not rush like that.

You can't approach the Jester like that without any kind of plans! You'll get eaten up in a single mouthful. This is not a problem you rush in willy nelly.

No. You need a back up plan and a clear head.

You take a longing look at that little cat who already disappeared. She is close to the term. You hope she has a house somewhere in this ungrateful world…

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Jester bows to thunderous applause. His fools hold a line behind him, bowing respectfully to the audience.

He smiles.

Everything is a success.

The acts, the pink tickets distribution, Bil keeps an eye on all the visitors, Pierrot and Harley behave themselves lately…

And you stopped visiting.

Your smells is way less present in the circus and did not contaminate the trailer he resides in for the time.

Like a good little pet, you understood on your own that you were not welcome on his territory.

A star sticker for you, little doll.

His grin stretches as he stands back up, flowed by light, standing proudly on a stage he was born to control and command.

He'll make you an example.

He'll elevate your execution to an art form.

He'll put an end to your reign of terror over his so dear family.

It is his role.

His duty.

To protect his kin.

Soon he'll dig his teeth in your flesh for one last time.

One delicious last time…

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OW!MC who is analytical throughout their day and only eases up in private. They are very sure of their intuition and their boundaries -- they're normally very tired and not willing to deal with bullshit outside of work. OW!MC rarely gets time off so they are meticulous with their time afterwork and what they do. OW!MC visits the circus one day just out of curiousity and goes into Jester's tent for his show where after Jester tries to hand them his ticket. OW!MC who declines another ticket from Jester because -- "I already went. Thanks though." which ticks off Jester enough to keep trying (Talk about an ego issue). He doesn't normally leave the circus but now, when he does? You're his target to search for if he can. He doesn't direct ALL his attention to finding you -- but he won't give up the chance to offer a ticket if he does see you again.

OW!MC starts running into Jester more often outside the circus -- the casual spots they visit, most commonly the coffeeshop they stop by in the morning and afternoon. Jester went at first to check on Pierrot and Harlequin's object of interest and just to happened to run into you there. Now he visits more often on the chance he does see you again -- "Good morning, my dear. Are you getting the same as usual?" "Good morning, Jester. Of course." "Would you like a ticket to go with it?" <MC already walking away with their drink> MC is not sure how Jester knows where they will be but it is entertaining as Jester is pretty and he seems harmless -- a bit insistent on getting them to take the ticket and his glowing eyes are very hypnotizing but harmless none the less. Jester, on the other hand, was amused now. After a while, would to have started enjoying the game of cat and mouse with you. The hunt to find them in the area when he has the free time to is.. entertaining to him. Primal instinct of chase kicking in -- something he long has not had in a while. Jester has attempted to use his hypnotism but MC refuses to look at him long enough in the eyes to really make it work -- another irritating factor of this human. Why won't you look at him? Maybe he should offer you a snack from the circus to ease you up. But you are too untrustworthy of HIM to even accept a ticket. Next time Jester sees MC, they are at the circus with their friends and there he sees another side of them. One that is laughing and smiling and enjoying their time at his circus. Jester finds it endearing you brought more customers in simply from his precense (he thinks so at least..) -- though his ego is bruised as you did not use his ticket color but bought one. He wouldn't approach right away but if he can catch MC alone, he will interrogate them. "Are you enjoying yourself, visitor?" "Of course, I would like to get a candy apple before I leave." "Hhmm.. if I knew you were coming I'd have given you my special ticket." "It was a spur of the moment idea for my friends." "Will you be staying late?" "No." "Would you like my ticket?" That makes MC give him the same expression he had come to enjoy much so -- the look of disdain at his pushiness before easing up. They would simply sigh and hold their hand out. Jester's grin widens as he places his purple ticket in their hand -- "I hope to see you soon, dear visitor."

Jester's hand rested your waist as he guided you to the flaps of his tent. The night was ending and you had work in the morning -- much to Jester's dismay. If it were up to him, you would be within his tent all the time posted on his bed awaiting him to be in your arms, to tend to his needs. But it was much too soon for that possessive behavior -- much too soon for you to be treated with such delicacy in his chaotic lifestyle. Jester knew to play his cards right when dealing with a human in their midst. He wasn't like you. Keeping you around too often was dangerous for the troupe -- the city itself already was wary of their appearances. Who knew what humans could do when they feel threatened? Jester watched as you gave him a smile and wave -- his primal monster instincts yelling to follow you, to chase, to watch. Keep you here. Keep you safe. But.. Jester let you go. He would keep his face neutral as he watched you walk away, mesmerized simply by your figure until it was a blip in the distance for him to see. He would turn to enter his quarters, hands behind his back before falling to his side. Eye lights scanning over to where you two were cuddled up just moments before you decided you needed to leave for work the following day. His eyes fell upon a weight in his bed -- your book. An elegant smile creeping to his masked face as he picked it up with his claws -- The perfect excuse.

The walk home had started out nothing out of normal for you. Your guard was down as you reminisced upon the day with Jester. His silky locks separated through your own hands as you read him your book -- his charmed smile on his face as he listened to you. It was incredible how much his demeanor shifted once you two were alone and in private. His genuineness showing more akin to Pierrot's behavior than the cold stoicism he held when in public eye. An internal shift broke you from your thoughts, your head turning around as alarm broke through your psyche. Something felt.. off. Your pace picked up, it was only a few more blocks until your apartment building was in view. You could make it -- or so you had thought. A sudden pressure pounced onto your chest, a heavy weight holding you down on the concrete grounding. Your brain felt loose in your head at the first impact -- "You." The voice sounded disgusted as it spoke, the breathing heavy as if they'd just ran a mile. "You're the one making those things think they're welcome here." Their grip on your head tightened, a solid punch with their free hand landing itself to the side of your jaw. "They're making this town unsafe! And you are just letting them!" Another punch, this one throwing your head into a whirl of confusion. Your body felt heavy as you struggled best you could to release yourself from their grip, the body above you hitting your head against the concrete once more. The strike against dismantling your body from responding to your panicked mind. Consciousness barely stuck with you but you could feel your body being moved. Your eyes fading in and out in a fight to remain sentient for this interaction, fear of what they could do if you weren't awake coursing through your head.

Your felt something trail down your nose. Was it blood? Your breathing swallowed more as they threw you against the metallic surface of a dumpster. "Please.." You begged silently for mercy, trying to get up only for their foot to push you back down what little were above the ground. Would these be your last moments? Would someone even find you and recognize you? Would Jester care? Look for you? Would he just assume you ran off? Your brows furrowed together as pain shot itself up your body. Your eyes became heavier and heavier, the fight becoming more frugal before the impacts stopped. .. Had they let up? Your assaulter let out a gurgled choke, something holding them in a grip. An cannibalistic growl surging from the spot in front of you but your eyes were too unfocused to see much else other than two figures. "It is improper to touch what does not belong to you." Relief flooded throughout your body, the tension you held giving away and releasing upon realizing who saved you. Jester. Jester was here. Had he followed you? A loud clang of the adjacent dumpster was hit with something heavy -- the body of your assailant? You hear a yell of pain from him as Jester walks past. Jester would start to approach you, nerves bubbling in him but his mouth remained tight-lipped. He was lucky you couldn't fully see him, an cannibalistic desire to protect what is rightfully his engulfing the monstrous being. His purple eyes in slits as he hold himself back completely as to not scare you. He was so close yet your eyes refused to focus on his features which appeared to be contorted, almost monstrous. His breath kissed your skin as he studied you for a moment while your attacker was disarmed and processing what happened. Your chest was still moving as you took in air -- good. Jester's clawed hand would move to take your hand and moving it to cover your eyes, he did not wish for you to see him in his full fury. No. Not yet. "Don't look until I say, Poppet." and you nod, closing your eyes behind the darkness of his warm hand before he'd remove his from over yours and back up to return to his meal. The adrenaline keeping you conscious lowering now that Jester was there to ensure you were safe. You couldn't say what happened after that-- screaming that stopped quickly once you heard a wet crunch and then.... Your body and mind checked out.

You woke up in a soft comforter, the lights were off in the room. Your eyes glanced around to recognize you were in Jester's quarters. The sound of paper being turned caught your attention next; your eyes flicker to meet with the figure of Jester whom sat in a chair at your bedside. The book you were reading to him earlier in his hands. Your sudden movement stopped him from finishing his page, his expression indifferent to your awakening Jester stood up, placing a hand on your cheek and then your forehead -- "How are you feeling, my love?" Jester's voice was kind and full of genuine concern, an unusual thing to hear from him out of anyone. "Pain.." You mumble, grogginess making your head swirl as you awoke, "What happened?" Jester's face soured at your question. What happened? What happened was he didn't consider your safety in the matter of his 'What ifs'. The state of you at first was terrible. His prized doll being torn up and bruised -- Jester was lucky they had not given you any major injuries. Doctor was even available to look at the state of you so quickly. Jester knew he shouldn't of let you leave in the first place -- now look what had happened? You had bruises and injuries, and Doctor was acutely aware Jester had a soft spot for you -- not that he would bring it up.. "A mutt attacked you, my dear." Jester would crawl onto the bed, his body hovering you now. His face was inches away from the crook of your neck. 'I could have lost you.' Jester thought it, and so badly did he wanted to say it. His pride spoke too much to give you that satisfaction. Instead, Jester's head relaxed on your shoulder. His brows furrowing in frustrated annoyance struck inside him at having lost his temper over a human. Anger that his routine and order would be destroyed once more. Fear that his most delicate prize would have been taken from him. Your arms wrapping around him broke him from his thoughts, his eyes opening to glance at you in the corner of them. His one hand reaching up to gently hold your waist, holding back himself as to not sink his claws deeply into your skin. Ever so badly had he wanted to leave his mark on you ever so badly and sink his teeth in with carnal desire. While humans may not understand the meaning of his marking, his own personal sanity would be saved knowing you have him on you in some format. He knew you would want to leave once more. Return to your home, to exit his life and try to return to your work. And Jester would allow you.. But for now.. you were safer here.. in his quarters.. with him.

Jester whom at first is almost offended at your idea to hang around the circus more often. Especially after hours and snooping and distracting his troupe members (Pierrot and Harlequin..). It isn’t until he barks an order for you to do something does he start to take interests.

How obedient ..

Jester being protective of the troupe’s order and their identity, I can imagine winning his affections will not be easy. Especially as you are simply a human who has just seen too much. Jester views his time and attention as a prize — something you earn by doing a good job.

The more you are around, the more Jester will start to call on you to do things within his view. Your mannerisms clumsy at first knowing his eyes were boring into you. Once you got comfortable, Jester found it almost cute how you were doing this all because he said so.

Eventually, he calls you more often to follow him. Strolling beside him as if you were in trouble before he brings you to his tent, expecting you to follow inside before he starts to ask you questions —

“Do you prefer the beams spaced or closed in?”

“Gold or no trim?”

Jester who enjoys aesthetics. He doesn’t always go with your opinion. It seems that he simply asks to see how your mind works.

During these times though Jester will show more expression — a purse of his lip or a quirk of his mask. Sometimes may even let out a short, “Huhum..” after hearing your opinion.

Once Jester decides to mentally claim you to be his, a lot shifts during his ‘meetings’ with you. He finds your mannerisms even cuter and calling them out to be so. Eventually anything you do to him is cute, he just won’t say it until he sees you privately.

Jester won’t show anything close to affection in public, his mind focused more upon improving the Circus and preserving order than it is anything. He claims you to be as a novelty to keep the troupe in order and his cutest little fool.

The moment you two are behind doors for his ‘meeting’ will his facial expression relax and he praise you for the days work. How he found your most recent outfit adorable and what accessories he likes on you.

In Jester’s safe space does he really gear in his similarities to Pierrot. Their differences being Jester drives more on possession and less on obsession. You are already his adorable poppet to have and you are an extension of him.

Jester who seems to lose some of his sense of boundaries in private with you. Pulling you to sit near or on him while he reads a book and admiring how soft your skin is under his bare claws. His face held close to yours as he indulges in his book with you.

Your expressions shifting and molding are his favorite. Once while early in, you were upset about something and your brows furrowed — your lips pouting out in an adorable manner. Without thinking, Jester’s claws grabbed your cheeks. A genuine toothy smile appearing on his lips as he called you “an adorable little poppet”.

He tried to play it off after in his normal cool business motivated manner but the soft purple dusting his cheeks at the realization said a lot about where this was going.

Jester who will try his best to leave some part of himself on you. His smell, his touch, his signature color or even his initial. His actions of affection as quiet as he is to you while in public eye.

He once found himself talking with Ticket Taker on upgrading their fools outfits. His mind would wander towards you and creating you a personalized outfit to match his own. Later down, his hands wandered more around your body than normal as he measured you. His grin widening picturing such an adorable scene to be matching with you.

Soft! Jester who loves to hold you at nights when he finally has you sleep at the circus. His face held close into your neck and taking your scent in as much as he could without making it obvious. While his arms wrapped around you with his sharp claws digging in to your flesh to not let you go anytime soon.