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“You are not worthy.”

Time froze.

The Queen of Briar Valley looked down at you.

You thanked the Great Seven for Malleus not being there with you.

Maybe it was precisely for that reason why the Queen spoke to you in such a way.

From the corner of your eye, Sebek flinched. Uncertain what to do.

You motioned him not to interfere from behind.

You didn’t want him in trouble.

This is your battle.

“I might not be worthy but I love him.”

“Love?” She glowers, “Do you think that will be enough?”

You held your ground; staring into eyes of ancient times and fire.

“Yes.”

“How foolish,” she tilted her head disdainfully.

You turned yours up in pride, “It may seem foolish to you, but it is love that bore and hatched him. It is love that saved lives.”

You straightened, regal in your manner, “He chose me. It will always be enough. Nothing else will ever matter.”

She should know that too, if she hadn’t forsaken it herself so many centuries ago.

But this, you dare not say to her face.

Maleficia turns to leave, “We will see how long this folly lasts.”

Folly to her eyes and many else, but to you and Malleus, it was more than that.

It was a choice made through tears, talks, comfort, and affection.

It wouldn’t be easy.

But you would walk this path with him.

Eternally.

The freak(y) circus with a brutally honest s/o :33

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Pierrot

-Well uhm, he loves you since you somehow caught his attention by helping him up one day so I think he'd like your personallity because of how 'bold' you can be

-You know that one customer in the game that's kinda like a karen, well when she came in with her mess of an attitude, of course being the person you are decided to speak up towards her

"Lazy folks these days... making me late for work." She scoffs at you,

"If you're so late then get out, we do NOT want you here."

-And he just watches you, in awe, staying longer than he should've just to watch the interaction, with his signature grin.

-Also if you're talking about his appearance it may go a little something like this..

" So likee.. are your teeth real?? " You reach up, cupping his chin slightly, probably overstepping some sort of boundry but Pierrot is Pierrot, he is overjoyed that you even touched him lowkey.

-So well he just admires it, not necissarily dodging your question, just admiring.

" My dear, you make my heart race, so much it burns. "

" Uhh.. cool it down..? "

-It's okay, he loves you anyway.

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Harelquin

-Well. You have some nerve, he's kinda the same, overstepping boundries I mean

-When he tried to give you his ticket on the streets, your response was... interesting..

" Dude.. I already got like two tickets... pink and then another clown gave me a red one, a ticket is a ticket, damn. "

-Andd Pierrot showed up, and you just walked away.

-Well you somehow ended up at his tent to which, he was trying to give you a candy apple, how nice

" Is this cyanide poisoning? " You asked plainly

-He finds your response interesting, only slightly taken aback

" I don't poison what I find fun in, ma'am. " He smirks. And cue the dagger slicing into the candy apple...

-And your 'touching' questions...

-After you went back home after him and you in the darkness of the tent,

" So like.. where do the little 'ropes' of yours even come from, " You go behind him, feeling at his back which may seem a little creepy.. " Are they here?? "

" Ah, ah, ah, my dangerous dear, you don't know what you're getting into now do you? " He grabs your hand, not tightly, just comanding.

" Uhm no? "

-He likes the fire in you, and to break it down, if you know what I mean

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Ticket Taker

-Well, he thinks your similar to Harlequin, just less annoying energy, yknow?

-I like to think of him as someone who would try to keep you in line, well that's what he does with everyone in the circus since he's basically the father( and Jester is the mother...)

-So, you went to his tent, and oh BOY did you have things to say

" Don't let your eyes decieve you, dear guest. "

" No, the voices in my head are the only things that decieve me. "

-You swear you saw his white pupil pierce through you, is that a good thing??

-What's even worse was when you chose to disobey him..

-And well you turned around, yknow when uhm.. he told you not to...

-Andd you couldn't move, " I despise the disobedient. You're lucky I can't hurt you. "

" Shiver me timbers, i'm shaking in my boots. " You lied, he could feel you actually shaking.

-Well, after considering the fact that he was in the shop and he looks the way he is here... you wondered what he'd look like without his hat with how he looks now

" What's with the hiding under the hat?? " You tried tapping his top hat, however, his hand grabbed yours before you could try.

" I'd wish you wouldn't try that, dear guest. Don't do it. I am only repremanding them. " He meant for a certain someone lurking near the both of you

" Dang did my schizophrenia get to you too? "

-He'd just pause, looking at you like an annoyed parent.

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Jester

-Well, there is a reason they call him 'mommy'

-Kind of like Ticket Taker, you're another person in the circus he has to take care of

" Just what did that Pierrot drag here now? "

" He didn't drag me, I kinda came here myself but okay. "

" Such sharpness, but i'm afraid that tongue won't do you good here, pet. "

" I beg your finest pardon..? "

-Yea... I wouldn't put it past him to try and put you in your place, he's only lenient as of now just because of Pierrot..

-Anyway, you decided to ask about his hair, God knows why

" Is your hair real by chance? " You glance at his purple hair.

" It is. " He answers wearly.

" And the horns??- " You try reaching up to touch them, curiosity getting the better of you

-Butttt, just like ticket taker, he's a dodger..

" Mh, such persistance, I recomend you watch where you place your hands, pet.. " he states as your hand becomes a hostage of his.

" Dang man, just a question.. "

-Just watch yourself, Pierrot is usually always watching but, you never know when he might get the chance to put you in your place if he so wanted to.

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Doctor

-Honestly, he'd find you quite interesting

-When you found yourself in his tent after having quite the chat with the fools about the agreement document, he noticed he didn't see much fear as most patients

-Well, that is until he brought out his big ass needle...

" Do NOT put that thing in me, I don't know what type of disinfecting material you use to clean that but I'm guessing absolutely NO disinfecting has been done to that needle "

" Such denial, it's making me more intruiged sweetie... "

-And the look you gave this man after he said that...

-Well cue the screaming, of course Pierrot came to your rescue, it wasn't necissarily scared screams, (well kinda) more of just yelling

-But anyway say you do know him a little better

" What's with the bird mask, the black plague don't exist anymore bud, " You ask, tapping the bird mask three times before he spoke up

" The mask is to keep you from running away from what is under here, sweetie. "

" How the hell can you say such psychotic things and then flirt with me by name calling?? "

-But yea, he usually sticks around, entranced by your bold personality, truely something he hasn't seem before in a human.

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Lowkey didn't look through this and if there are any typing errors, you'll have to wait for them to be fixed because im lazy and tired.

my most sincerest regards

The men looked at each other nervously as Sylus steadfastly does not acknowledge you. Instead, he raised an eyebrow towards the men as if questioning why they had even paused the quarterly meeting to start with.

You giggled excitedly as you plopped yourself into Sylus' lap like it was your god given chair, comparing different bottles of gel polish against his hand, chewing on your lip as if it was the most pressing matter on hand, never mind the decisions that could destroy the lives of thousands made on the same table.

Sylus finally finally acknowledged you when he gently extracted his hand and smoothed your lip, his way of telling you not to chew on your lip and cause yourself harm. In the same movement he tilted his head as casually as a predator and the men scrambled to continue the meeting, once again filling the meeting room with voices.

Sylus only half listened to the meeting as he looked down on you as you painted his nails, finding your concentration utterly adorable. There were no conversations between the two of you beyond your humming but you knew that Sylus was paying attention by the way his arm tighten around your waist and the way his evol caught the gel polish you 'accidentally' knocked off the table before you even 'noticed'.

Your nails dugged into the back of his hand in warning when he attempted to move it while you were attempting to paint Mephisto on his thumb and he sighed, powerless against you and your wiles but he doesn't attempt to move his hands again.

You carefully painted all of his nails, shinning the UV light to them to cure them before announcing brightly that you were done, moving his hand up and down to admire your work.

"Out, all of you," Sylus' voice rang across the meeting room curtly, not needing to raise his voice to cut through all of the discussions. A man opened his mouth as if to object, but his neighbour hastily elbowed him, shaking his head desperately. They may be some of the most powerful men in the N109 Zone, but you were the most powerful woman in the N109 Zone and what you say goes. The men quickly filed out of the meeting room, nearly pushing each other out in their haste before Sylus could decide that his patience had ran thin.

Only when the heavy door closed behind the stranglers does Sylus move, picking you up from his lap in an effortless show of strength before dropping you on the table. "What am I to do with you, kitten?" He asked amusely, tilting your head so that your eyes meet his.

"Take a nap with me?" You asked guilelessly, batting your eyelashes as if it would help your case. It does. Sylus only sighs, closing the distance until your faces are barely an inch apart before he murmured, "such a spoiled kitten", dropping his head to nuzzle against your neck and you know that you have won.

Summary: Life has been nothing but monotonous in your view. So what better thing but a new travelling circus in town. Though you've never been interested with such things, it seemed like you had a certain member of the circus wrapped around your fingers, perhaps they had done the same to you... Note: this contains talk of blood and some unhinge content, not too much though. Also emotional and physical abuse is mentioned. Thinking of this as a one-shot but if you guys want a second part on this you can say that and I MIGHT try to make one. This thing has not been proofread btw, also English isn't my first language so don't expect much 😞

Word count: 5,462

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Based on this post

Perhaps naively, you escaped from Heartslabyul into Savanaclaw, hoping for something a little calmer. At the very least, there were only three of your possible future children in this house, so statistically fewer chances for chaos.

Oh, who were you kidding? Savanaclaw had never been the dorm to escape to for some peace and quiet.

You relied on your tried and true method of hiding around the corner first, just to see how things were before you made yourself known. Normally, any one of the beastmen in this house would have spotted you there immediately, but right now, they were rather preoccupied.

Leona was laying on his back on a couch, using one arm to hold a cushion to his face like he was trying to suffocate himself. All the while, his daughter jumped over him, one foot on either side of his torso. She had one hand on the back of the sofa and the other fisted in a handful of his hair, presumably for balance.

It was incredibly hard to hold your laughter in.

The other four people in the room, two of your potential future mates and their respective children, were together on the floor. Both children were little boys, the older with a pair of hyena ears, and the younger one with a pair of wolf ones. They were playing with some blocks. Jack had his pup in his lap, his tail wagging suspiciously fast behind him, while Ruggie watched from a few paces away, leaning back on his hands. He looked casual at first glance, but there was an intense focus in his eyes as he studied his possible future child.

"Your tail is so small," Jack's son said, peering behind Ruggie's son. His voice was that of wonder, not judgment. The older boy laughed. It was an intimately familiar sound.

"A witch cursed me and stole half of it," he replied with a bold faced lie delivered like an absolute truth. The young boy gasped in horror and Ruggie's son only nodded solemnly. "It happens to everyone who picks flowers on Saturdays. One of my friends even lost one of their ears as well."

Chapter 4

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 , 5

MDNI 18+

You felt very drowsy, and your body felt heavy. Slowly gaining consciousness, your eyelids blinked the bleariness out. Your vision was still fuzzy as you saw a lot of red, and your head was slightly throbbing. Ugh, you don't feel good. Slowly stirring, you heard the sounds of chains and were more aware of your senses. Something was wrapped around your ankle. But your body feels too heavy to move.

After a few minutes, you were able to raise your arms and rub your eyes. You can finally see your surroundings. Where the hell are you? You don't recognize this room? Panic slowly set in as you tried to think of what happened last night. Recalling your memories, you remember going to the circus, and you hung out with Pierrot. Then something happened after the milk bottle game..... You were carried by Pierrot?

"It feels so unbelievably good to hold you like this. Finally mine." Pierrot claims as his voice edges towards desperation.

"And to leave me here..o..nn...the.....e...d..."

Ugh! Why can't you remember? Everything is so fuzzy, and where the hell are you? Shuffling in the foreign bed as the chain shook, reminding you of your captivity. No NO NO!

Where even are you?!

You're scared. What's happening? Are you going to die? Or are you going to be raped? Your anxiety is pushing through. Think of all the horrible possibilities that can happen to you. Tears started to pour down your face as you struggled to get the chain off. It doesn't budge as you grit your teeth in frustration.

You froze as you heard footsteps approaching. A tall shadow, carrying a tray, approaches your bed, and you stiffen. As the figure approached your bed, you could see the light brighten up his face.

"Pierrot?" You quietly called out. Wiping your tears away as he placed the tray beside you. His eyes were wide, and his usual smile was downturned in concern. His hands slowly crept and gently caressed your face. Wiping your tears.

"T-Thank God it's you." You let out a small hiccup as tears continued to pour, unbidden.

"You're alright, my dear, you're alright. I'm here, my lady." He said softly as he pulled you close to hug you. His long limbs wrapped around your shaky form as he rubbed your back.

"Shh, Shh, you're safe, my lady. You have nothing to fear. You are safe here." His voice was soothing, helping you to calmdown. He was very good at making you feel protected and safe. You leaned naively further into his touch as you closed your eyes. Too out of it to realize that he was the predator that kept you chained here.

What you didn't see is how possessively he was looking down at you. His golden eyes are constantly turning into swirls or hearts. He adored you so much. How sweetly you called out for him in the midst of your panic. Your heartbeat has slowed down from being in his presence. Pierrot felt proud that he could put such a affect on you. You trust him, don't you?

You finally pulled your head back and looked up at him. Something was wrong. His grin was so wide, and his eyes locked in with yours. His eyes peered down at you like a predator. Quickly averting your eyes from him, you looked at his ruffles and not at his hungry gaze.

"I've missed seeing the colour of your eyes and hearing your voice." His voice was no longer sweet but possessive. You pulled back slightly, but Pierrot was overwhelmingly stronger than you and pulled you back into a hug. You felt him bury his mask on the top of your head. He was inhaling your scent.

"You smell so good, my dear." His breath was raspy. Why must you tempt his very being? He was going to lose it by a thread. He wanted to mark you. Claim you. You would look so lovely with his bite marks on your untainted skin.

"P-Pierrot? What are you talking about?" Your heartbeat was speeding up. Sensing your erratic heartbeat, he unfortunately had to pull away in order not to scare you further. Pierrot already missed your warmth; he wanted to keep holding you for years. You felt so perfect in his arms.

"Where am I? And why am I chained up?" You stuttered trying to clear your mind in the situation you are in.

"You're in my tent, my lady. Something was put in your food, making you weak and very vulnerable. Seeing you so drowsy and weak... It made my body tremble in so many ways." His mask was covered in a pink hue. Until his eyes widened in surprise, realizing he said too much.

"I-I mean." He took back his words, his fingers covering the side of his mask as he leaned his chin on his palm. Golden heart eyes morphed as his blush thickened, and it looked like he was drooling.

"You felt it too, didn't you? After you ate, your body became." He paused, "Receptive, light and yielding. But then I saw how the world looked at you in that moment. Like prey. I saw those hungry eyes trying to devour you, yearning to touch you."

"It drove me mad!"

"I had to bring you somewhere safe, somewhere under my watch.' He slowly reached out his hand, trying to touch you. Your mind swirls. You didn't understand a thing he said. He never explained why you were chained up. Admist of your brain churning, his hand gently cupped your face.

"I had to hide you before anyone tried to lay a hand on you, my lady. Because if someone dared to touch you other than me. I don't know what I might've done." His face darkened, and his smile was gone.

"I'm so glad you woke up, Y/N! I was starting to get worried. You were breathing so slowly, so still, it was like. Like you were going to disappear forever, like....N-no, I'd never hurt you like that-"

He began to ramble as he panicked. For some reason, you felt calmer even though you are the one chained up and put in this situation. You placed your hands over his.

"It's ok, Pierrot. I'm still here." His golden eyes dilated, and a soft blush spreads his mask once more. You were still so soft for him.

"Where's Pierrot??"

Pierrot freeze in place. You felt him stiffen beneath your touch.

"Please, my dear. Listen to me. Place your trust in me." He grabbed a spare mask that had black tears painted on it. He placed it over your face and leaned his forehead against the mask.

"I give you my word, I shall return. If you wish for me to let go, I shall. But please, wait just a moment. And should anyone enter, say nothing. Don't breathe too heavily. Pretend you are merely a doll. You will be safe, yes?"

"Do not move." He sternly said as he binds your hands with a rope, it's loose, and all you can do is wait for him to return. You hope he returns soon. Your mental state can quickly deteriorate, leaving you panicking. Right now, you just try to observe your surroundings. This must be the medical place in the tents because of the curtains, and there were other beds.

Click click click.

Someone was here. You had to do what Pierrot tells you. You made sure to act limp and too slow down your breathing. Maybe it was Pierrot? A small glimmer of hope.

"Hmmm? Well, well, what do we have here?"

That's not Pierrot.

You know his voice. Your eyes looked at the green mischievous clown. Your heartbeat started to go faster.

"I knew he was hiding something. But this is way more fun than I thought!" You can see how wide Harlequin's sharp grin is. His piercing green eyes stared down at your helpless form.

"I must be really lucky today! " Tied up to a bed, in a place you were never supposed to be." He climbed on the bed and crawled his way towards you.

"He warned you, didn't he? Here, if you scream, things will get really bad for you." His mask opened up his mouth, revealing a long green forked tongue. He brought a throwing knife up to his face, and his tongue slowly glides along the blade.

"Guess it still tastes sweet." He said in a sultry voice.

You were scared, oh, you were scared. God, please help me. You silently prayed. You hope he won't hurt you. Was he mad that you didn't hang out with him yesterday? Should you apologize?

"Hm, you're already shaking?" You were so scared of what he was going to do with you. "Oh, you hadn't seen that yet, huh?" His fingers pressed against his forked tongue. You honestly can care less about his tongue; you were more scared that he was going to assault you.

"Wanna see more? I could show you later." You quickly shook your head.

"Heh, cute, now the real question is... What should I do with you? It's so hard to choose." Harlequin pretended to ponder.

"Go away." You whispered, "Please."

"Aw, and what fun would that be? I like it when you are tied like this. Pretending to be a doll, I wonder how much he told you?"His face came really close to your masked face.

"You aren't fooling me, my dear. Your body is way too tense, your arms trembling." He suddenly pushes your body against the mattress. With that, you started to scream, but Harlequin was quick to slip his hand under your mask and press against your mouth. Out of survival instinct, you bit down on his hand. His hand flinched in your mouth, but he didn't pull away; instead, he let out a deep chuckle. His head leaned close to the side of your head so he could whisper.

"Oh, how delicious you are. I love it when my prey fights back. It's so dull when they don't bother putting up a fight and accept their fate. But you aren't like that, are you? My dear, I'm sure I'll enjoy playing with my food." With that, he sinks his teeth into your neck.

You let out a squeak as your body flinched violently from the sudden pain in your neck. Harlequin was quick to hold you steady as he continued to bury his fangs in your soft skin. You were so warm and so delicious. He can easily sink his teeth for hours. Making sure you were covered in his marks.

But you were also marking him. Your teeth are also sinking into his hand desperately. He is going to adore that mark you gave him. He hoped your teeth marks would be there once he took his gloves off. You unknowingly claimed him to be yours. Such a turn on you were.

Harelquin pulled his teeth out and licked at his sharp canines. Your blood was too sweet for him

Just like that, cotton candy.

But he will definitely savour that taste. His tongue glides, cleaning the mess he made on your skin. Forever etched in your skin as he staked his claim.

"Such resistance, my lady. Trying to fight me back by marking me as yours. It's truly commendable." He pulled his head back as he observed your reaction. His grin faltered a bit. Your eyes were glossy as you let out a hic. You were crying.

He can see the glossiness of your eyes as they look up at him.

Begging.

Like how she begged to stop.

"Please Stop!"

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He felt his chest tighten. No its been years. So many years. He shouldn't be feeling this guilt now. He suddenly felt something touch his hand. It was your hand.

"Please." You silently begged. "Please don't hurt me."

"You asking me to stop or to slow down?" His flirty voice comes off as forced. He felt himself close to snapping. Don't look at him like that. Don't look at him like that!

Like he's the monster.

"Shhh, don't move." His head leans down to your face. He placed his clawed hand over your small, dainty hand. Why do you have to look at him with pleading eyes? He wants to stop, he really does. But he felt so aroused seeing you scared and teary. It's like two sides of him are fighting against each other. If only you could see the turmoil he is going through.

Because of you!

"I have to admit. I'm really starting to like the way you look at me." He broke the chain that clasped your ankle. His grin was back in full force.

"Run Kitten!"

You quickly escaped. Running as fast as you can out of the tents with your dishevelled appearance. The mask you had on dropped to the ground as you ran, trying to find the exit. A pink clown came by, and you knocked into her. You were about to apologize till her mask dropped, revealing a familiar face. Your face conveys shock.

"Carol?" You called out to her.

"Don't miss the attractions, you're gonna love it, visitor." Her eyes were glossy, and there was a violet diamond showing in her pupils. Something is wrong.

"Carol? It's me, Y/n." You tried to get through to her

"Don't miss the attract-" She was cut off as a white-gloved hand that had her mask covered her face once more.

"Oh! How embarrassing, darling, your mask just slipped off." The Ticket Taker stand in front of Carol, blocking you off.

"Don't worry about her, visitor. She's just playing her part. Around here, no one ever breaks character. Not for anything." He states that everything was normal.

"But you look kinda shaken. Are you enjoying the promotional attractions? Or did something happen?" Your mouth kept gaping open and closing. Too many things are going on at once. The Ticket Taker stood straighter. His form was bigger than yours as he looked down at you.

"Are you lost, visitor? This area's really close to the restricted zone. Which way did you come from?"

"I-I don't know." You stuttered. You felt your tears swell up again as one tear rolled down your cheek. Ticket Taker got a good look at you. Of course, he remembers you from the cafe. The one that got away from his grasp. Quite a shame, really. But you were here and crying. You saw something you shouldn't have seen, have you? He pulled out his handkerchief and passed it to you.

"Th-thanks." Wiping your tears and snot away.

"Please, visitor, come this way and let me guide you to the exit." His hand grasped yours and guided you away from the exit, unknowingly to you.

"But that's my coworker there."You stated. But he just ignored you as his grip tightened on your wrist, dragging you towards the pink tent. Suddenly, another hand intervenes, stopping the Ticket Taker.

"Pierrot? What are you?" The ticket Taker asked, confused. "Are they with you?" Pierrot nodded. His gloved arm was covered in red paint. Or was that blood?

"That look Pierrot. They are scared. It's like they saw a part of the circus we don't show."

"Circus of horrors. Of course they're scared." He whispered.

"Do not speak." The Ticket Taker spoke gravely.

"In that case." Ticket Taker pulled away. "I'm certain our guest will be thrilled to return for the nightly attractions, won't they?" You felt Ticket Taker's stare on you.

"Give them your ticket, Pierrot. Or I'll have to offer mine. If everything's fine, she'll be delighted to join us again, right guest?" Pierrot stares at you, and you give a small nod.

"Y-yeah."

"Perfect. We look forward to your return as a guest." Ticket Taker left along with Carol, leaving you and Pierrot alone. Pierrot looked at you with wide eyes. His golden eyes circled as they looked pleadingly.

"I-I need to go home." Pierrot's eyes widened in concern, but he nodded. Knowing it was too much for you. Before you left, he whispered.

"I'll wait for you there."

You kept scratching your neck and tugging at your hair. You were so glad you didn't have work today, it would be too much for you. Finally arriving home, you locked the door, and you collapsed to the floor. Tears freely dripped down your cheeks. God! You were held captive and were almost assaulted by Harlequin. He hurt you. And now they expect you to come back to the circus.

You shouldn't have helped Pierrot. Why did you always have to be so weak and nice? Maybe you thought that people would treat you the same if you were kind, but no. Instead, you were stuck in this hellish situation. Why did you have to suffer like this? Did you do something horrendous in your past life to deserve this? Finally getting up, you saw your dishevelled appearance in the vanity mirror. Your hair is a mess, and your sweater is all rumpled. And where's your bow?

They took your bow too.

You'll never help anyone again.

Everything hurts.

A click was heard from your front door. Turning your head, your eyes widen seeing that familiar red clown. H-How?

How did he know where you live!?

NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!

He broke in. The only safe space you had. It's gone now.

Its gone.

You stepped back as Pierrot crept closer.

"M-my dear, I can explain. Please don't be so frightened, I won't hurt you."

How could you believe him?

"Y-you broke in my place." You whispered as you continued stepping away from him.

"My lady, please let me explain, please don't run away. I know you're scared, but I'm here to take care of you, my dear." You didn't believe him; his sweet words were the opposite of how he looked at you. He looked hungry. And you were his next meal. You tried to bolt it to the front door, but he was faster and had longer limbs to your misfortune.

Easily catching you. His long arms wrapped around your waist as he hurriedly picked you up and threw you onto the bed. You bounced as he pinned your wrists above your head.

"Sorry!" He quickly spoke.

"Forgive me! Do not run, my lady." Your tears kept pouring down. Panic sets in as you try to wiggle and kick.

"NO! LET ME GO!" He easily restrained your legs by pressing his body on top of yours. He used his free hand to cover your mouth.

"My lady, please listen! I didn't want it to end up like this. I won't hurt you. So please." He slowly removed his hand from your mouth; your tears kept flowing.

"I cannot allow you to flee with such frightened eyes. I feel your fear, as if I could taste its sweetness with my tongue. I see it, you know... what it does to me?" He asked as if you were in a good mental space to answer him.

"It makes my body burn, throb, yet it terrifies me to think. You might no longer be able to look at me. It makes me want to hold you tighter, to break you with my heat. Until you forget that anything in the world exists besides me!" He took a breath.

"I want to suffocate every thought of yours with my presence. And your eyes cling to me as much."

"As I want to cling to you right now!"

He didn't say it out loud, but he sees what a broken mess you are. You were already so scared, Pierrot leaned his face close, rubbing your tear-stained cheek against his. He opened his mouth as his long golden tongue darted out and started licking your tears. His warm, wet muscle lapping your salty skin.

"Shh shhh, don't cry, my lady. I'm sorry I may have overdone it, but I had to tell how important you are to me. And my emotions can't contain myself." Pierrot quietly told you as he kept trying to soothe you.

"Y-you broke into my apartment." You broke.

"I had to make sure you were safe."

"You know where I live." You whispered.

"To protect you, my lady."

"Why, why the hell are you here!? For money? Revenge? What do you want from me!" You shouted.

"Your love, my dear." Your heart momentarily stops. w-what? What does he mean he loves you?

"W-what?' He pulled his face away, and you can see his golden pupils changed to hearts with spirals. His mask covered with a dark blush as he confessed.

"I love you, my dear! I love you, I love you, I love you so much it hurts, it burns!1 Like hellfire in my chest! When your eyes met mine that day. It was like my whole existence was screaming for you! Screaming your name, Y/N! So loud and desperate it echoed through my soul! You felt it, didn't you? Please-"

You quickly covered his mouth as your hands slipped out of his grip.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" You screamed.

"You don't love me! We have known each other for less than two days, and you say you love me? I don't believe you." You said in disbelief.

How can you not? You only helped him once, and now Pierrot believes he loves you? That can't be possible. But the way his eyes linger on you in a intenseing manner.

Ugh, you had enough. You don't feel like thinking about this right now.

Pierrot pulled your hands away from his mouth.

"My lady, I know we have only met such a short time, but it's true my heart burns for you. I would never lie about such a thing. I know it might be a lot for you, but I truly love and want to protect you. I'll even bring back your friend. But I can't do it now. He saw you looking at her too much." You honestly completely forgot about Carol due to your own traumatic event. What a good person you are.

Feeling guilty for forgetting Carol. She isn't missing but had been abducted by the circus. Was that guy saying true? The circus is the reason why people started to go missing. Will Pierriot abduct you, too? You know too much already.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" You whispered.

"I told you already, but I will keep telling you over and over again. That I love you." He said once more. His answer doesn't change.

"Why, why do you love me? Is it because of the one time I protected you?" You glowered at him, still not believing what Pierrot was saying.

"It was more than that, my lady. The way you carried yourself. The way your eyes glanced. How you played with your fingers when you're nervous. The cute drawings you made-"

"You went through my stuff!" Pierrot froze. He spoke too much. And now you know that it wasn't his first break-in.

"I did a little rummaging, yes." He looked to the side, a bit guilty.

"You broke into my bedroom before!?" You were in disbelief.

"I did it so that I can know more about you, my lady. I have to know what your interests lie in so that I can accommodate you." Your face paled. Not only did he break in, but he also rummaged through your belongings. Some things are private that you would never ever share with the rest of the world.

"How much did you see? Did you go through my journal?" Your journal was where your most intimate thoughts were set on paper. Your anger, your sadness, your frustartions over the tiniest detail

"Yes, I did." Your face erupted in an embarrassed blush to his admission. You quickly covered your face with your hands.

"Why did you do that. don't read it's cringe." Your mood quickly shifted from anger to embarrassment. You looked so adorable, flustered like this. He gently pried your hands away from your face.

"Don't hide your gaze from me, my lady." Pierrot softly called out.

"How much did you read?" you quickly asked.

"I know that you are always sad... And that you are always lonely. But I can fix that. I'll keep you company. You won't have to be alone anymore. Let me take care of you... You can rely on me, my lady." He softly squeezed your hands. You didn't know how to respond.

"I-I don't know." Your words were quiet as you looked down at your bed sheets.

"Are you going to hurt me?" You whispered, not wanting him to hear your admission of vulnerability. Your worries about what he can do to you if you give him the chance.

"Never, my lady! I would never try to hurt you, my sweetest. And I won't let anyone hurt you." He said it with such devotion. Gripping your hands with his very tightly.

"....Sure." You glanced at the side, not looking at his face. You didn't believe him. You didn't want to. If you let him in, you will only get hurt. You learned not to open your heart to others so easily, but somehow you always make the same mistake over and over in the same self-destruction you always have.

"Do? Do you want me to leave? Give you some space?" Pierrot asked.

You didn't know everything felt like it was coming down at once. You were already exhausted from today's events

"I don't know....do what you want." Your tone was defeated. You rolled on your right side, facing the nightstand, and Pierrot followed suit, spooning you from behind. He pulled you close against his chest, and you didn't struggle. You just let the warmth of his chest embrace your back.

You both lay in silence for a while. Pierrot would occasionally rub his fingers across your knuckles while he inhaled your scent.

"You have to come back tonight." Pierrot was the first to break the silence.

"The circus?" You quietly responded.

"Yes, my dear, they will get too suspicious, and they will come after you. As long as you have my red ticket, you will be fine." You didn't want to go back, and Pierrot knows this as his fingers tightly gripped yours. But since when do you have control to begin with? You only hoped you wouldn't face Harlequin.

"...Will Harlequin be there?"

"I'll make sure he won't hurt or bother you. You won't see him tonight, I promise." Pierrot reassured you.

"...Good."

You don't know how long you've lain like this. Minutes, an hour? You both bathed in comfortable silence, only hearing each other's breathing. Pierrot, however, has more senses than you. He felt your heartbeat slow down to a soft rhythm. Your body is finally relaxing from the stress you had this morning, and it feels like you were about to fall asleep. Pierrot would've been so thrilled to have you sleep against him, but it was time for Pierrot to go.

He had to perform after all. He slowly got up, but he noticed something on your neck. A visible bite mark etched on your neck

"What? He marked you?" He growled lowly. His clawed index finger is tracing the bite mark Harlequin left on you. You slightly flinched from his touch.

"May I... cover it?" Pierrot asked.

"Huh?"

"With my mark. Let me replace his with mine." He looked at you with pleading eyes. He sounded so desperate, like it was his last meal. You were too soft for your own good.

"Fine, but please be gentle."

"I'll try being gentle as I can, my dear." He leaned close to your neck, and his teeth softly brushed your skin as it slowly dug over the fresh wound.

You winced and let out a small squeak from the sudden pain. Pierrot's whole body stiffened, hearing you squeak, and he let out a low rumble. He removed his teeth and dragged his tongue over the new mark.

Pierrot wanted to keep biting. You let out such sweet sounds. He wonders what other kind of noises you will produce if he keeps going. He wanted to hear you gasp, moan, or even cry. But he has to restrain himself. He was trying so hard, but you made it so hard.

You were like a 5-star dish, and his mouth waters, wanting to get his first bite, but he couldn't eat.

Yet.

"You did so well, my lady. Now, when you feel that warmth on your neck. You'll remember me and not him." A thick blush covers his mask as his eyes squint in delight. Proud of his handiwork.

His masked forehead pressed against your own.

"I'll see you tonight, my dear. I'll follow you from a distance as soon as my performance is over. And make sure you eat, my dear." He boldly kissed your forehead before leaving through the balcony.

You sit there stunned, as you were all alone. As pathetic as it was, you barely knew Pierrot, but you already missed him.

You cooked a small meal for yourself; it wasn't that good, but it filled you. Removing yesterday's clothes and dropping them on the floor, you heard a little 'ding'. Oh, you forgot about those pins, you will keep them with your other knick knacks and trinkets. Approaching your desk, you see the red flower Pierrot gave you.... Something is wrong. Why is it chnaging too a more rusty colour and that metallic smell?

What paint did he even use? It looks and smells like blood.

His forehead was heavily bleeding that day... NO WAY!

You hoped it was just your wild imagination and not that he would actually use his own blood to paint the rose.

That was sick and kinda metal.

But why would he do that? Why was he so devoted to you? There has to be something more than just love.

You will think later as you change your clothes. To a comfortable f/c hoodie. Now you were ready to head out.

You looked up at the circus entrance as everyone was excited to line up. You even saw a group of people cosplaying as clowns and jesters. Your tired eyes stared at them for too long as you felt your emotions swirl.

You just wanted to get this over with.