#tfc fluff

because what could possibly be more interesting than his reaction? you never ever touched his horns. it wasn’t like you were prohibited from doing so, more likely you didn’t dwell on this detail. you took it for granted, you knew they were there, but that was all. that was in the past, by the way, your present self doesn’t think so.

would he like it? would he stare at you with his usual lovesick expression? would he be mad? ah, it doesn’t matter. the worst reaction is him hurting you, but pierrot would never do this, you know he wouldn’t.

so, as confident in yourself as ever, you slowly but surely run your hand down his hair. pierror doesn’t flinch – he used to this kind of intimacy between you two, he adores when you get all touchy and gentle with him. that works in your favor. your lovely boyfriend doesn’t suspect anything, his body language is relaxed, but his grip on your waist is still tight.

then, after a few seconds of distracting his attention, you move your hand a little higher. the moment of truth arrives. carefully, with your fingertip, you trace from the tip of the horn to its base, as pierrot raises his head and looks at you in astonishment.

his eyes show no anger, no pain, no discomfort. surprise. that's the best word to describe the emotions floating from his gaze. and there’s something else, something you can’t put your finger on. yet.

“my lady,” he stutters – actually stutters, as he tries to regain his composure and doesn’t show you what you shouldn’t see. “what are you doing?”

“ah, nothing, my dear,” you say, your face is adorned with a lovely smile. “is there something wrong?”

somewhat pleased by the lack of any annoyance or irritation from his side, you wrap your slender fingers around one of his horns, and poor pierrot jolts. he drops his head back on your chest, his heart is beating like crazy, he’s ready to explord from the sheer sensation of your soft hand caressing that part of his body.

he feels illegally good. he melts from the tenderness with which your skilled fingers treat his rough but sensitive horns.

“n-no, there’s nothing… ah, my lady,” he says, the way his voice hitches make his answer sound like something between a moan and whine. “just… stop, please…”

pierrot fidgets on the bed, his grip on your waist becomes almost painful. he doesn't show his face, but you can hear how hard he's breathing when you grab his second horn. you do the same. you wrap your hand around it, move it up and down, up and down...

“do you want me to stop, pierrot?” you ask teasingly, but the underlying softness and fondness in your voice is unmistakable. “doesn’t it feel good?”

he fidgets yet again. he doesn’t want you to feel what this little situation does to his body. he doesn’t want you to feel his throbbing desire, but it’s obvious, isn’t it? pierrot is practically shaking with the efforts to hold back another groan.

and if this monster had a tail, he would be wagging it like a little puppy right now.

“it does, my lady, it feels so good, but…” he murmurs and suddenly raises his head to look at you.

his pale cheeks are nothing but redness. his eyes, which used to look at you with love and affection, now burn with passion and intense desire. he loves every moment of this, but there’s a problem. if you keep this up, he won’t be able to control himself.

“but… i’m afraid i’ll lose my mind, my lady,” he admits sheepishly. “horns are the most sensitive part of my body, which why… ah…”

judging by the look on your face, you see what your caresses are doing with him. you already know he’s especially sensitive there even before he could say it, but you clearly underestimate the influence of your actions. but as long as you can make him feel good, you’ll play this game.

“then lose control, my dear,” you whisper sweetly.

then you scratch the horn with your nails, trying a different approach. after all, there’s a lot of things you can possibly do with his lovely horns, you can’t miss such an interesting opportunity. pierrot hisses through his teeth; sensations borderline on painful, but it still makes the fire of desire burn brighter and brighter in his chest… and in other parts of his body as well.

but he got your permission. which means there’s no point of return now, and he can be as wild as you let him to be.

“promise me you won’t stop,” pierrot says when his long, wet tongue touches your neck, and this gesture already predicts a hot, sleepless night for you.

he always gets particularly aroused when he's with you. he could always get aroused even from a simple touch on his hand. but now you've done much more. you're doing much more. because your other hand is touching his horn too. because you're still caressing them slowly, and pierrot lets out a low, plaintive moan.

“i promise,” you manage to say before he presses his lips against yours in gentle yet demanding kiss.

knock 

Knock 

KNOCK

Looking over to your balcony you can see Pierrot looking like a dog happy to see its owner after a long day. You still don't understand why he insists on coming in this way but at least now you've gotten him to at least knock instead of just letting himself in. Getting up from bed with a stretch you walk over to the balcony to let him in to which he instantly steps inside wrapping arms around you eager to just be near you, lifting you up with ease he brings you back to your bed sitting down with you in his lap.

“My Monarch~”, he whispered adoringly, kissing the pulse of your wrist. “How I've missed you…” he pressed his face into your neck inhaling deeply.

“Pierrot…You literally saw me this morning.”, you couldn't help but smile as he only pressed his face deeper, arms tightening around your waist before he rolled over bringing you with him to curl around you in bed. “Pierrot!”, you grinned, unable to hold back laughter as he peppered kisses over your neck and shoulder “My Monarch all time not spent by your side feels like an eternity.”

Your face warmed. “For someone who doesn't talk much you sure have a way with words.”, you turned to face him placing a kiss against the side of his jaw. “My Monarch is too kind…”, his pupils dilated as a blissed smile spread across his face. “If I may be so bold, may I ask for another?” 

You obliged kissing the first spot once again, then the opposite side of his jaw, then well you can't exactly remember the last spot you kissed since you lost yourself in peppering them across his entire face. By the time you pulled away Pierrot laid love drunk against your chest, his face bright red.

“T-thank you my Monarch…” he mumbled nuzzling into your chest.

Your smile softened as you laid back absent mindedly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you glanced to the balcony swearing you saw a flash of green…You brush it off simply allowing yourself to doze off with your oversized dog acting as your weighted blanket.

Next

The cast all stared curiously as they watched you gather everything even remotely soft within the tent that you could get your little hands on.

“Are they…?” Ticket Taker began, not daring to finish.

“They can’t be.” Jester rationalized, but he doubted his words.

“It really looks like…” Harlequin tilted his head as you jumped in order to make the last couple inches to reach a blanket on another bed due to the shackle’s limited range.

“But humans don’t…” The Doctor trailed off.

It was Pierrot who finally said it, fawning over how cute and homely you looked as you flitted about. “They’re nesting~!”

Jester scoffed. “Humans don’t have a nesting instinct except during late pregnancy. And it certainly doesn’t look like this.” He didn’t want to add the last thought, but he didn’t have to. Everyone knew it was there. They were all having it. Despite being a mere human, what you were doing… it resembled monster nesting.

“You must remember that at their base biology, humans are animals. It is possible that some of them may have a nesting instinct like ours that can be unlocked or is perhaps attached to a specific gene?” The Doctor mused, stepping forward to better observe your fascinating behavior.

Pierrot quickly stopped him with his arm, eyes narrowed. “Nesting cannot be interrupted. You know that.”

“They’re not nesting, Pierrot!” Harlequin growled, face riddled with denial. “This is probably just some human ritual we’ve never heard of!”

Ticket Taker hummed in thought as he watched you feel the material of each and every item you’d gathered before organizing them as you saw appropriate. “It certainly looks like they’re nesting.”

“Because they areeeee~!” Pierrot cooed, hands on his cheeks as he swooned.

By now, you had begun to meticulously start piling what you’d collected, carefully layering your chosen materials, which mostly consisted of blankets, sheets, and pillows. To keep everything fitted to the bed, you tucked in the sides that stuck out. When only a single blanket was left, you rimmed the nest with the pillows, using the grooves you’d made to keep them in place. Finally, when it seemed you were finished, you crawled within and settled down, resting your head upon one of the pillows as you covered yourself with the single remaining blanket. Your breathing promptly began to slow, the security of your creation soothing your nerves, body softly vibrating with something that vaguely resembled a faint, contented purr.

The monsters were completely silent. There was no more debate. That was a nest, and a damn cozy looking one at that. Impressive, given your lack of proper materials.

Pierrot stepped forth into the tent while the others continued to quietly observe in astonishment. “My dearest, what is this?” He asked. He knew, they all did, but he still needed confirmation from you.

“Nest…” You mumbled back, sinking further into the pile as your body curled more tightly in on itself. “Need comf… feels safe…”

That settled it.

He couldn’t help his next question. “Where did you learn to do that?” Perhaps you had a monster ancestor and the instinct was passed down to you? Maybe you knew one when you were younger? Or what if…

“Nowhere…” You murmured, voice getting quieter as you began to drift to sleep. “Just makes me feel safe…”

He wanted to ask more but he could tell with the way the rise and fall of your chest had slowed that you had officially slipped into slumber, and he didn’t wish to disturb you.

“Fascinating…” Doctor whispered and Pierrot let out a low hiss, not having realized the other cast members had approached. “They implied this was instinctive for them, but I have never heard of humans nesting in the way monsters might. I’m eager to learn more.” But as he reached for you, his hand was swatted away by Pierrot.

“Come now, Pierrot~ Let us see~” Harlequin coaxed, but his larger cast member stood his ground, eyes wide and wild. He resembled a protective mate, dutifully guarding his partner, even if he currently only qualified as a suitor. The green monster snickered as he taunted the golden eyed beast, whose snarls were growing louder and more ferocious by the second, muscles flexing beneath his costume.

“Let us compromise, Pierrot.” Jester intervened before the inevitable scuffle could take place. Pierrot turned to the purple clown, anger quieting out of respect for the ringmaster, though his teeth remained almost imperceptibly bared. “You know we’re all curious about this nest, though it is clear you value this… human’s safety. If you allow us to investigate while they are away from the nest, I will allow you to show them around the circus tomorrow.”

Pierrot growled low in thought, the sound a deep rumble from within his chest, mulling over the Jester’s offer. On the one hand, he did want to show you around, to acquaint you with his life. He knew so much about yours, but you knew so little about his. On the other hand, he knew that the sanctity of a nest was almost sacred to its builder. You had said you made it to feel safe, and he didn’t want to disturb that for you. But there was also the point of Jester’s great dislike of humans venturing too deep into their circus. For him to offer something like this… it meant his curiosity was intense, and it was not an opportunity to so quickly toss away.

The red clown instantly quieted as he heard you shift within the nest. As he stiffly turned to look at you and gazed upon your sleeping face, he felt his entire body relax. It was cruel of you to be so adorable in your sleep, teasing his desires when he couldn’t act upon them… He looked back at Jester. “Fine.” He said, accepting the leader’s terms. This arrangement would hopefully segway into allowing you permanent residence within the circus.

Jester nodded. “When they wake up then.”

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Pierrot took you out the next morning to show you around the circus, carefully unlocking your shackle and guiding you away. Once the cast saw you disappear among the tents, they made their way inside the tent Pierrot had stashed you in when he’d taken you and towards your bed. Towards your nest. They paused, examining it, but unsure of where to go next.

Jester made the first move, gently reaching out a hand and pressing it into the nest. He was surprised to find how soft and well put together it was. To see it was one thing. To feel it was another. The others decided to follow his lead.

“Incredible…” Doctor muttered.

“I’ve never felt a nest so comfortable,” Ticket Taker commented absentmindedly.

Harlequin didn’t bother saying anything. He just flopped down and made himself at home in the sanctuary.

“Harlequin!” The Jester hissed, only to be cut off by a sigh of utter bliss from the normally snarky menace.

All the muscles in the green monster’s body had gone completely lax as he stretched out amongst the softness before snuggling into it. “It’s so cozy…” The nest reminded him of a time long gone, when he was young and still had parents. When he didn’t quite know the cruelty of the world just yet. Something nostalgic. Something heavenly. Something… comforting.

The others were taken aback. To see Harlequin so… well… vulnerable? To say it was rare was an understatement. They couldn’t even remember the last time there had been such an occurrence.

Doctor joined him in the nest, Harlequin growling as he was pushed over to make room, seeing as he’d plopped himself down right in the middle. Almost the exact effect came over him. Same with Ticket Taker, the next to join, leaving only Jester remaining on the outside, watching as more than half the cast comfortably curled up in a nest made by a human. The purple clown sighed before relenting, the last thought he had before laying down being ‘It can’t be that amazing, can it?’

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By the time Pierrot brought you back to the tent you had woken up in, the entirety of the cast was asleep in your nest, nuzzling into the comfort you had so expertly crafted. Jester cracked open an eye when he sensed the presence of the naive monster and his human obsession. He groaned. “Fine… They can stay for now…” His voice came out in the form of a reluctant grumble, conveniently leaving out that he also meant you could stay alive for the time being. “But they need to make something like this for each of our tents for our own personal use…”

Pierrot

Pierrot's scent mark smells like honey and vanilla; gentle and sweet.

Pierrot scent marks MC by rubbing his face into the crook of MC's neck.

If Pierrot sees somebody flirting with MC: If Pierrot sees somebody flirting with MC, he will quietly get behind said person and wait for them to turn around. Once the person feels the burning glare on their neck they turn around and see Pierrot, tall and intimidating. The person immediately leaves.

In Pierrot's Tent: ( All the monsters don't know that humans don't scent mark, and that definitely includes Pierrot. ) Pierrot believes that it's his fault; he thinks he didn't scent you properly enough. Once inside his tent, Pierrot picks MC up, places them on his bed, holds them close , and rubs himself all over MC. He is gentle, carefully covering you in his scent from head to toe. MC doesn't have the heart to tell him that humans don't scent mark.

Harlequin

Harlequin's scent mark smells like lemon and lime; sharp and acidic, but in a refreshing way.

Harlequin scent marks MC by wrapping his tentacles around MC from behind and rubbing his face into the back of MC's neck.

If Harlequin sees somebody flirting with MC, he will wrap his arms around MC from behind, rest his head on their shoulder, and look directly at the person and listen to the interaction for a bit for entertainment. After a while, he will cut into the conversation and say some passive-aggressive things, which he definitely DOESNT try to hide. The person who was flirting with MC will pick up on this and quickly leave.

In Harlequin's Tent: Once MC is inside Harlequin's tent, he will make a game out of scenting MC. Just like in the game, the tent will get dark, and he will use that to his advantage. He will make MC guess where he will scent them.

Doctor

Doctor's scent mark smells like herbs and flowers; natural and soft, but oddly soothing.

He let's MC sit in his lap. He doesn't do grand displays when scenting.

When somebody flirts with MC, all Doctor has to do is stand behind the person and wait for them to turn around. Once the person turns around, they immediately leave. They do not want to be around the hulking plague doctor giant.

In Doctor's Tent: He will lead MC to his tent, sit down in his work chair where his desk is, sit MC in his lap. He will rub MC against his chest while he reads human anatomy and biology books to understand why his scent didn't scare off that person earlier.

Ticket Taker

Ticket Taker's scent mark smells like old leather and tea leaves; strong and old-fashioned, but calm and quiet.

Ticket Taker scent marks MC by holding them close. It's a quick embrace and doesn't last long, but his scent is still on MC.

When somebody flirts with MC, Ticket Taker walks over and escorts the person away from MC. He will either lead the person out of the circus and ban them, or he takes them to the pink tent.

In Ticket Takers Tent: At the end of the day, Ticket Taker will sit MC on his lap while he does work so he can one, keep a better eye on them, and two, keep his scent on them and make the scent stronger.

Jester

Jester's scent mark smells like lavender and chamomile; calming and sleep inducing.

The way he scent marks is by having MC sit on his lap, run his hands over their body, and rub his face all over their neck.

If somebody tries to flirt with MC, Jester will have one of his many Fools distract the person and take that person to the pink tent for Jester to deal with them later. While the Fools do that, Jester leads his precious pet into his tent for another scenting session.

In Jester's Tent: Jester sits down in his chair, sits MC down on his lap, and starts scenting them all over again, all the while complaining about that filthy human.

Columbina

Columbina's scent mark smells like sugar and roses; sweet and delicate.

Columbina scent marks by cuddling MC tightly, rubbing her cheek against MC's cheek happily.

If somebody starts flirting with MC, Columbina will kindly ask one of the other members of the circus to help her out. She doesn't want to hurt anybody. She just wants to get MC away from that person.

In Columbina's Tent: Columbina will lay down with MC on her bed and cuddle them all the while with a pout and puffed up cheeks, showing her frustration. She will cling tightly to MC until the both of them fall asleep in eachothers arms.

It had been a long day at work. Sundays were always terrible- especially the pre-church crowd. Luckily, you got off of work at around 3 o’clock, not closing today. You made a beeline for your apartment, wanting nothing more than a shower and a nap. Fate, however, would seem to have a different plan for you. 

“Oh! Pierrot! You’re early,” you commented as you walked into your apartment to see Pierrot sitting at your kitchen table. He beamed, standing to greet you.

“Hello, my dear,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You giggled. For as exhausting as your day was, Pierrot had already managed to make you feel that much better. 

“What time does your show start tonight?” you asked him, moving to your bedroom as he trailed behind you. 

“Six,” he replied. You nodded, gathering clothes for a shower. 

“Time for a nap, then?” you asked, looking up at him with wide doe eyes. His face blushed lightly, his eyes lighting up. 

“Of course!” he agreed, sitting on your bed, his legs crossed and hands poised on his knees in an almost doll-like fashion. 

“Alright my love, let me shower real quick, ok?” you asked he nodded. 

“I’ll set the bed up, my love!” he chirped, standing once again to peel the covers back, setting up your pillows. You giggled, before moving to the bathroom. 

You showered quickly, wanting as much time as possible to nap with Pierrot before he had to leave to make it to his show. After scrubbing the day away from your skin in the warm water, and using your sugar scrub (Pierrot loved when you smelled sweet <3), you turned off the water, reaching out a hand to grab your towel. After pawing at the air for a few moments, your brow furrowed in confusion, not feeling the cloth where it normally was. Opening the shower curtain, you noticed the towel missing. With impeccable timing, Pierrot slowly opened the bathroom door which had previously been locked. You of course knew a locked door did nothing to stop Pierrot, but it never failed to freak you out a little. 

“Oh, I-I’m sorry my dear, I threw your towel in the dryer to warm it for you!” he explained, handing you your towel. Luckily, only your head had been out of the curtain, meaning you weren’t entirely exposed. 

“Oh, thank you! You’re so sweet,” you swooned. He was always doing little things for you like that, never failing to make butterflies erupt in your tummy. He beamed at the praise, before shutting the door as quietly as he opened it. You fought back a shudder at just how silent he was when he wanted to be, instead focusing on how attentive and caring he was. 

After sliding on sleep clothes, you opened the door, emerging from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. Pierrot was waiting for you in the bed, still in his performance suit minus his Pierrot collar. You smiled, leaning down and kissing his cheek as you laughed softly. 

“Hey, lovey,” you smiled, nuzzling into the side of his face. He let out a soft, flustered whimper as his arms wrapped around your midsection, pulling you to sit in his lap. 

“Are you ready to sleep together, my dear?” he asked. Your face burned red as you groaned, roughly petting the top of his hat to make his bells jingle. 

“Don’t say it like that,” you grumbled. He snickered. As much as he tried to come off as innocent, he was more perverse than at least most humans you knew. As much as you griped about his ‘accidental’ innuendos, you both knew you adored them. 

He tilted the both of you to lay down, protectively curling you into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You sighed in contentment, snuggling closer to him. You always felt so safe, surrounded by him like this, his soft, sweet scent taking over every sense as his lithe form held you firm against him. It didn’t take long before you were sound asleep in his arms. 

…

Luckily, your body awoke about 30 minutes before Pierrot had to leave. It truly was a miracle, as Pierrot was so comfortable to sleep with, you could easily sleep the whole night without any issue, even with your occasional insomnia. You stretched as you blinked your eyes open, looking up at the still-awake Pierrot. 

“Do you ever sleep?” you teased softly, voice rough with remaining grogginess. He grinned down at you. 

“Yes, but not as much as you humans do,” he explained, leaning down to press his forehead to yours in a domestic show of affection. “You are so beautiful when you sleep, my love. So delicate in my arms. I am honored that you trust me to be so vulnerable with,” he purred, face beet red as he murmured his adorations in a lovesick tone. You blushed, biting back a smile. He always made you feel so shy with how intense his love for you was. 

“Thank you… and thank you for napping with me. I hope I didn’t bore you,” you mumbled apologetically. You’d hate for him to be bored. 

“Nonsense, my dear, it is an honor to be so close to you like this,” he chuckled, arms wrapping tighter around you as he rubbed his cheek against your scalp, the cutest aggression making you laugh. 

“How long until you have to go?” you asked. He shrugged.

“Around half an hour,” he replied, already seeming sad at the idea. 

“Well, I don’t want you hungry before your show, want me to make you something?” you offered. His eyes got all big and wide at the offer, as if you’d asked him to marry you and not offered him a snack. 

“My love… wants to cook for me? Are you sure, dear?” he asked, practically vibrating in excitement. You stretched again, before swinging your legs off the bed, nodding. 

“Of course! What do you want?” you asked, walking to the kitchen as he trailed behind you. 

“Whatever you wish to make for me will suffice,” Pierrot replied, sitting at the table as he beamed at you. You thought for a moment, before grinning. 

“What about a grilled cheese? I loved them as a kid!” you smiled. He tilted his head. 

“I don’t believe I’ve had one before, but I trust you!” he grinned, resting his head in his hands as he watched you move around the kitchen with practiced ease. As you grabbed the ingredients, you spoke. 

“It’s really good! And it’s fast, so you won't have to rush to eat,” you assured. You turned your pan on, placing a pat of butter on to melt as you assembled the sandwich. 

“You’re always so considerate,” Pierrot swooned in the chair. You swore he was just a few moments from passing out from how red his face was. You placed the sandwich in the pan, hearing a sizzle as it made contact. 

“You’re so sweet to me,” you blushed, letting it sit for a few moments to toast on one side, before flipping it. It didn’t take long to finish, and once it was done you moved it to the plate, cutting it in half to make two cute triangles for him. You grabbed a napkin for him as well and placed the sandwich in front of him. “Ta-da!” you cheered, watching with a smile as he studied it. You hoped he liked it. 

As he took a bite, his eyes widened with joy. “Very good, my love!” he said between bites. You swore you heard him purring from how overwhelmed he was simply by you feeding him.

“I’m glad you like it! It’s a go-to dinner for me when I get off too late to want to actually cook. I loved them as a kid,” you rambled. After he was done, he took his plate to the sink, turning the water on. You shook your head, shooing him out of the way. “You have your show to get to! I’ve got this, don’t worry!” you assured. He frowned, shaking his head. 

“You were kind enough to cook for me, at least let me-” he tried. You sighed. 

“Please, Pierrot… for me?” you pouted, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. He swooned yet again, just like you had hoped, nodding his head. 

“You know I cannot deny you when you plead with me like that…” he chuckled. You grinned, showing you knew what you were doing. 

“Yep. Now- go, go! I don’t want you to be late,” you ushered. He laughed. 

“Wait for me to get back?” he asked.