#the amazing digital circus fanfic

[ashbub]

chance

the amazing digital circus: jax x gn!reader

contents: ambiguous relationship [1.5k]

IN WHICH: you might have an idea on how to escape.

❝ if there was a chance to escape, wouldn't you take it? ❞

"And I mean this in the most lovingly, sugar coma-inducing way I could put it, no f̶̢̢̣̳̜̼͈͚̭͖̈́͊u̷̧̝͉̼̼̽c̷̲̘̙̖͇̳̀̑̈́̈́͗̓̑͘̚k̴͍̘̩̝̟̎̀͋̑̎i̷̫͓͈̒n̵̛̲̩̩͓̮͎̙͍̺̓̃̒̎̄̿͠g̸̲̬̍̃͘ way."

The rabbit softly picked at the side of his yellow teeth with the pinky finger of his glove boredly, a cheeky grin tugging at the ends of his mouth at your frustrated sigh.

"You haven't even heard what I was gonna ask!"

You both were chatting in your designated room, the whole theme soft and vibrant with thin fabrics flowing from the ceiling with twinkling lights that intertwined carefully. Your bed was a colorful arrangement of stitched pillows and thick blankets, plushes of antique dolls contently piled together.

Beside your bedframe was a small white mirror with a slight crack in the middle of the reflective glass- One that you rarely glanced at since your arrival a few months ago. You would hardly recognize yourself even if you did now.

You had been warped into the appearance of a marionette.

"And I know whatever it is- is trouble." Jax smoothly hummed with a small chuckle as he fiddled with one of the crocheted dolls that rested on your bed. Jax had his lean frame sitting lazily on the edge of your quilted blanket before placing his hands behind his head with a wide shit-eating grin settling on his lips. "As pretty as you are, sweet cheeks, it ain't worth it."

Crossing over your wooden arms at his demeanor, you jabbed one of your fingers towards the middle of his soft pink overalls, his long ears slightly bending at the sudden poke. "When have you ever been one to turn down some mischief?" You teased with a laugh mingling in your tone, "What have you done to my Jax, huh?"

Clicking his tongue, the rabbit simply closed his bright yellow eyes, bringing the back of his palm towards his forehead with a dramatic sigh before throwing his head onto the middle of your lap, "Consider me a changed rabbit- I'm as holy as they get now."

You brought the thin strings that attached to your arms to the center of his face, watching as his expression scrunched up with a small giggle stifling, "As if-" You mused out.

Blinking with a quiet laugh, the purple rabbit had a lazy wink spread across his smooth fur, "Alright, humor me. Hey, I might even laugh a little." He finally chuckled, one of his ears quickly flapping comedically straight up, "What were you gonna ask lil ole me?"

Even though you had only known Jax for a few months, the guy had been sweet despite his sarcasm and dripping with ease for the chaotic world that surrounded him. You guys had gotten close and had conversations amongst yourselves, Jax confessing about his previous life outside the circus. Despite having a rough upbringing and becoming homeless after getting kicked out of his foster home, he was excited to start a new life on his upcoming birthday.

If there was anyone to share your feelings about, it was him.

"I want to try to escape." Your smooth fingertips dug into the fabric of the spotted black & white trousers you wore with a quick breath, your dull eyes flickering towards the ceiling to avoid his wandering gaze, "I want to make an actual attempt, and I need your help-"

Snickering, Jax casually rose from your lap, the thick pricks of his eyes glimmering in amusement, "Cute and a comedian!" Tapping the side of his cheek with his pointer finger with a lazy grin, he sighed, "Aren't you just adorable?"

"Jax! I'm being serious!"

Raising both of his gloved hands to his chest defensively, Jax's narrow shoulders hunched up with a mingling laugh, "Woah! Don't get your strings in a twist, sugar! So am I! Look, my brow is even furrowing."

"Won't you even try to listen to my idea?"

"An idea? So it ain't even a plan?"

"Not yet- but-"

"No then."

Rising from the edge of your bed with a sigh, your wooden fingertips hand curled into your palm. With a quick snap of your wrist, the edges of your wool locks of hair slipped by the sides of your perked ears that had become warm at his brashness.

"I knew it!" Your thick fingers quickly pinched the bridge of your nose with a sharp laugh escaping your breath, "You won't even take the chance that something might be out there?"

The rabbit's large eyes flickered across your furrowed expression back and forth, his own smile slightly faltering. He had begun to rise to his feet, his lean frame towering over yours with his thumbs jammed into the pockets of his worn-out overalls.

"You saw what happens when people do, [y/n]."

Finally releasing the bridge of your scrunched nose, your head shook with a snappy laugh dripping from the ends of your painted lips, "I knew I shouldn't have bothered to ask you about this!-" You whispered with a slight hiss, bringing your hands closely to the ruffled fabric of your chest with a soft laugh, "All of our friends are slowly going insane and you can't even pretend to remotely care-"

"Don't." His voice had finally shot out, instead of the smoothness of his easy-going voice that would mingle, his gloved finger pressed against the surface of his chest with his pale-yellow teeth gritted, "Don't you dare say I don't care. Because outta everyone here, I probably care the most."

You had blinked at his sudden tone shift before you brought the palm of your hand to your forehead with a small smack, sarcasm seething from your words that itched from the back of your throat. "Right! You care the most!" Your smooth lips curled up into a strained smile, "I nearly laughed myself there! You sure seemed to care when half of our friends got tossed into the cellar-"

His hand had shot above the space behind you, firmly placing it on the plush wall at the lingering sentence that failed to escape your burning lips. He had cornered you. The lazy drawl that usually occupied his expression stiffened as Jax looked down at you with a faint scoff.

"It might not look like it, Toots, but I actually do give a f̶̢̢̣̳̜̼͈͚̭͖̈́͊u̷̧̝͉̼̼̽c̷̲̘̙̖͇̳̀̑̈́̈́͗̓̑͘̚k̴͍̘̩̝̟̎̀͋̑̎." His ears had curled up before shaking his head with a slight breath, "Just because nobody bothered to ask doesn't mean I don't care."

Jax lowered his expression, his shoulders slightly tensed before clicking his tongue once more- "But we are stuck here, don't you get it? Stuck. It's been years and no one has managed to escape or literally gone mad tryna escape this place. My friends, [y/n]."

Your room had grown quiet, only the faint lingers of the music box that resided in your room quietly humming as the bright red paint had begun to chip off. Your button eyes had flickered to his cold expression, the ends of his pale teeth peeking through.

With his other hand, Jax had brought his gloved fingertips underneath his round chin, tapping it dramatically with a small hiss, "If I act like everything is fine and no biggie, it might give everyone some more time from going abstract, even if I have to lie through my teeth."

Finally, he had removed his large hand from the surface of the wall behind you, before dropping his head to the edge of your shoulder with a 'thud!' "I can't lose any more friends" The rabbit whispered carefully, turning his head slightly to examine your quiet frame with a light smile, "I can't lose you."

Resting your back against the wall with a soft sigh, your hands lingered by the back of his head with a glimmer of tears surrounding the edge of your buttons, "Jax, I'm sorry about what I said." You breathed out, resting the tip of your chin on the top of his head for a moment with a small crack. "I just really want to go home."

Jax's long ears had slightly flattened under your chin, his breathing soft before quickly adjusting the small wrinkles of his overalls and returning to his height, your bright round eyes staring at his with a quick blink.

"Tell me."

"Huh?"

Casually stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overalls once more, the rabbit had lazily shrugged with ease, a small nod shot down to you, "Tell me about this idea you got, alright?" He repeated, his head slightly cocked to the side "And I'll help you-"

"Really?"

He punctuated his sentence with a light jab to your chest.

"Under one condition."

His eyes warmly flickered to you, remaining focused on the soft scrunch of your eyebrows.

"If it don't work out, you gotta give up on tryna leave this place together."

His smile had remained lopsided, with a single hand extended carefully for you to shake on the deal, his eyebrow slightly twitched. Your words remained burning on the tip of your tongue, lingering across your lips.

He would help you.

As long as you agreed, he would actually help you.

With a lopsided smile, your hand had smoothly reached for the warmth of his hand.

"Deal."

a/n: this is a blurb bc i can't help but adore all the characters Michael Kovach voices lolol

[indibutterfly]

Showtime one-shot idea:

Caine doesn't understand how boundaries/personal space work, and Pomni decides to teach him for a change?

This was so fun to write! Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it!

“Caine,”

“Yes my love?”

“Why exactly are you cuddling me in the air, where everyone is able to see?”

“Why not?! I can show everyone here how much the ringmaster cares and appreciates his beloved jester!” Pomni gave an annoyed groan.

“Why are you so against me showing my love for you? I read extensively that humans love this type of contact!”

“Not all humans.” Caine’s eyes went blue. They were like this for a while until he finally snapped out of it.

“I understand everything my dear!” Pomni raised her eyebrow.

“A funny feeling tells me that couldn’t be farther from the truth.”

“Fear not my dear! I now understand the error of my ways and will cease breaking your boundaries!” With a snap of his fingers Pomni was teleported back to her room. She knew he didn’t understand what she was trying to say, but she had to be patient with him. Caine was an AI. This was his very first attempt at a real relationship. Pomni sighed and decided to let things play out and see how badly things went. A day later she got her answer. Pomni is always woken up in the mornings by her partner yelling loudly, hugging her, invading her personal space, and telling her all the things they were going to do that very same day. However on this morning, he never came. The jester even laid in her bed for an extra hour waiting for him to come, but he didn’t. Worried about her partner, Pomni decided to go looking for him. She finally found him in front of the stage working with Bubble on the adventure for that day.

“Morning Caine.” The ringmaster turned around with a slight smile.

“Good morning Pomni! I see you are running a bit behind this morning, but not too worry! You’ll catch up with the others very soon, I am sure of it!” Pomni was very confused at his statement.

“What do you mean catch up?”

“All of your fellow circus members are already starting on their adventure! Not to worry Pomni, if you go through that door right there you’ll catch up with Ragatha who will catch you up!” She blinked once or twice at his comment. First he doesn’t wake her up, then he doesn’t immediately squeeze her when she enters into the room with a stage, then he ditches the pet names, and now he won’t even teleport her to the adventure! What was happening here?! This wasn’t like Caine at all. Not one bit. “Hey Caine, are you okay?” Caine raised an eyebrow.

“Yes? Why do you ask?”

“Well you weren’t-“ Before she could finish her sentence, Bubble interrupted the conversation.

“Boss! We still haven’t worked on the finale for the adventure and some of the crew are already halfway done!” Caine took a look at his wacky watch and gave a gasp.

“You are right Bubble! I am so sorry Pomni, but we will have to continue this conversation later! Enjoy the adventure!” With a snap of his fingers, Caine and Bubble disappeared, leaving Pomni alone. She tried to figure out what exactly was happening with Caine, but she couldn’t think of anything. She decided to not partake in the adventure so she could rest, and also so Caine would for sure talk to her later. Meanwhile the ringmaster was having an emotional breakdown.

“Oh Bubble! I don’t understand why this is so easy for her!” Bubble in all his infinite wisdom replied in the best way possible.

“Just give her all the love you are illegally allowed to give.”

“I can’t do that! She would hate me to the point of abstraction! Clearly everything I normally do makes her uncomfortable….so I must do my best to stay away from her! Because that’s what love is!”

“That sure sounds unhealthy to me boss!” Bubble was then popped out of existence, leaving Caine alone to ponder all of his thoughts and past statements. Was this really how a true couple should act? He hoped he was doing what Pomni wanted and what she needed. He wanted to be the best partner he could be for her. A sound went off on his watch, notifying Caine who all had finished the adventure, Pomni’s name was not listed. His mind raced. Why didn’t she participate?! She knows how much he cares about everyone having a fun time on their adventure, bonding with one another. How could she not want to go?! He wasted no time at all and teleported immediately to outside her room. He was about to barge in when he remembers their previous conversation. She wants space. Not him or anyone else, just space. If he disrespected her now then maybe she would be better off not being with him at all. He lowered his hand and was about to leave, when a certain Jester opened her door.

“I was waiting forever for you!” She yelled out annoyed. Caine was shocked.

“Pomni! You were…..waiting for me?!” She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into her room. Her look was both a mixture of annoyance and frustration.

“Okay Caine, what gives?!”

“I-I am sorry Pomni, I-I don’t quite follow you.” Caine stuttered, slightly attracted to the amount of dominance his jester displayed.

“You have been avoiding me! You are ignoring me, won’t give me hugs, and you won’t even teleport me places anymore! What did I do wrong Caine?!” There was a slight pleading in her voice. The ringmaster took off his hat and immediately tackled the jester. He squeezed her as tightly as he could.

“My love, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I simply wanted to protect your boundaries and not make you feel uncomfortable anymore. However it seems as though I didn’t do a good job. For that I am sorry.” The jester reciprocated the hug. She took a deep breath realizing they both were going to be just fine. She realized it was her fault and now it was her job to make things right.

“It’s my fault too, Caine. I should have been more specific on what I do and don’t like, but I think we can fix this issue right now!”

“Really?! How?!” A loving smirk adorned the jester’s face.

“Simple, let’s sit down and have a normal conversation.” The ringmaster chuckled.

“I don’t think we are very good at that my dear!”

“Let’s just try. For each other?” Caine squeezed his Pomni once more.

“There isn’t another reason I would do it for, my Pomni.”

Fin~

(I am still doing ship oneshots. If you have any ideas send me an ask or a comment! Just follow the guidelines ofc.)

[selineram3421]

🌈What am I, five?⭐Shapes and colors-

Into The Digital Void

Prologue

TADC X Reader

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ you were demoted🎉 ⚠

You hated working with other people.

Its always been like that since you had to deal with idiots in group projects.

There was always someone who screwed up, and instead of owning up to their mistakes they would blame it on someone else.

In this case, you.

You've been working for the C&A company for four years, doing your best to get a promotion and work on something exciting.

Of course nothing really goes as planned.

Someone had blamed you for their mess and you were demoted.

And the scary part of that is putting on the headset to help the development of the odd and unpredictable AI known as "CAINE."

The company didn't care much, as long as they had a test dummy.

You knew a worker that had recently put on a headset, but you didn't think you'd also end up in the same boat.

Maybe I'll see her there..

You watched someone turn on the computer and set everything up. Once they finished, they pulled out an office chair and gestured for you to take a seat.

Taking a deep breath, you went and sat down, putting on the headset.

"Connecting to CAINE, download at ten percent."

Maybe I'll end up somewhere completely different.

"Twenty-five percent."

What happens if something goes wrong? Who were those people with the blurry screens?

"Thirty-seven percent."

I hope there isn't anything too extreme.

"Fifty-four percent."

Who made CAINE anyway?

"One hundred percent."

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

*jazz hands* Tada?

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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[dont-tell-them-i-died]

hey tadc fanfic writers

pls write more jax angst please pleeeeeeaase write more jax angst. I need to see that man fucking BREAK. you understand. Thank you for your consideration.

[circusgamer]

"Meaningful digital experiences"

The Amazing Digital Circus, showtime (Caine x Pomni) fanfiction.

A/N: Hello! This is my first time releasing something I wrote to public sight, so I'm pretty nervous haha. I am also not really sure about how to tag this, since I never used Tumblr for doing a post for my writing, so if there is a tag I should use, or anything else I should do, please tell me! Or even just a typo! I may be cringe but I am free. I will avoid using the general tags such as "tadc" and "the amazing digital circus" to avoid flooding the screen with a wall of text nobody asked for lmao.

Chapter one: Pondering

Another day at the circus, Caine thought. Another artificial morning in this simulation of a dreamy, digital-life, he thought, if AIs can think like people. Well, Caine could. He is, after all, probably the most advanced technology in the world. What can't he achieve in his little world of his?

Naturally, understand humans. Flesh beings work different, an incomprehensible algorithm, an enigma he can't solve, yet has to try. And so, another morning comes, and the circus keeps existing, with him inside, and everyone trapped.

What is it that keeps calling for them in the world behind the screen? What is it that makes them prefer a limited world to his circus? Is there something that can't be emulated? There must be, this world is utopic! But, why does everyone feel this dread inside this place? What is it that calls them and makes them want to go home? Oh, that bastard attachment, that ridiculous desire that drives them insane, that can't let them accept this world as theirs! It hurts them, it kills them, it destroys them! And yet they keep coming back to it, they can't let it leave, they must come back to where they once where. But why? Neither of them seems to know why! It's there, and it ends them before they can end it, no matter how much he tries to help!

What is that tie, stronger than their own creations?

Something intrinsic to humanity is what they have, something that he can't comprehend, something that will always call back for them. Foreign, dangerous, but at the end of the day, human. Human in a way he can't comprehend, human in a way he isn't, human in a way...

...

He looked through the window: the sun was there. Even though days don't actually exist, it is still there, smiling and bright. He doesn't remember creating it. If he is not mistaken, the sun has always been there. The moon has too, and Circus itself. He just knows he has a purpose. Everything he created after that is in order to achieve it.

Purpose...

What is the human purpose? Do they have one? He just knows they must survive in there the most time possible, but... What is a human purpose? Do they have one? Are they designated with one? Like him? No, they are the ones that give everything a purpose! They give purpose to sleeping in a world where they do not need it! They give purpose to the adventures! They give purpose to the circus!

Purpose... A purpose, that's all that he needs to find for them. But how can he give them a purpose, him not being human himself?

Ha, he is just running in circles, isn't he? This all come back to one thing. He can't comprehend them, and never will. Must he still keep trying? He fails his own purpose, again and again. Maybe he should be part of Kinger's bug collection. He will just keep failing to succeed at what he is made for. Maybe he and them are alike, after all. Hah.

"Maybe we will all perish after all!" Caine said out loud.

"Caine??? Are.. Are you okay??!" A voice said, with audible concern.

He looked back. It was the newest addition to the circus. Pomni.

End of chapter one.

A/N: Thanks for reading!!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

[bearzas-art]

My Impenetrable Fortress

Paring: Kinger x Queenie (TADC), Queenie POV

Type: Fluff, either romantic or platonic with romantic undertones (I’m not good at decifering what’s romance and what isn’t)

Word Count: 942

Kinger Kinger Kinger…. he’s so autism… I’m so autism about him… but it’s mostly Queenie!

I stare at my hands, the disembodied gloves floating in front of me. I’m not sure how much time I spent sitting on my bed after waking up. An hour? Two hours? A day? Time doesn’t seem to exist here, so it’s difficult to tell. I let out a defeated sigh, then a knock on my bedroom door makes me look up.

“Queenie? It’s Ragatha, can I come in?” Ah shoot, I think to myself. Moving quickly, I get out of bed and smooth my blanket before opening the door for Ragatha. I look down at her and smile with my eyes, trying to pretend I don’t see her concerned expression. “Oh! Hello… did you need something?”

Ragatha pauses for a moment before speaking. “Okay so basically I just wanted to ask, well… are you okay? If there’s something I could do to help you I would do it. I know things aren’t great here but-“ I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her from continuing.

“I appreciate you I really do, but I’m fine. Thank you for checking in on me.” Ragatha didn’t seem convinced by my answer. She goes to speak but then pauses. “Wait here. I have to uh, go talk to someone.” She says quickly, heading down the long hallway before I have a chance to interject. Am I supposed to wait here? Maybe it’ll be fine if I get back in bed, I think to myself. Hesitating for a moment, I decide to walk back to my bed and sit down.

The bed creaks softly when I sit, my gloved hand slowly rubs the soft blanket. When is she coming back? I wonder. The silence in my room seems to get louder somehow. Right when I start to consider laying back down I hear a knock on my door again. I look up and see Kinger standing there.

“Hello Queenie! Am I allowed to come in?” I nod silently and he walks over to me and sits down next to me on my bed. “Soooo, I’ve heard from a little birdie that you’re not feeling so good. Well, I wasn’t told by an actual bird, Ragatha told me to not mention her.” I let out a soft chuckle. He looks at me longingly, and I can’t help but think about how adorable he is.

“I appreciate you checking in one me but honestly I am fine…” I pause before continuing in a slightly softer voice, “I’m glad you’re here, though.” Kinger smiles and it gives me butterflies in my stomach. He gets up and holds his hand out to me. “I have an idea that I’ve been thinking about doing with you for a while. Something fun that’s just for us, you know?” I take his hand and he helps me up and we walk out of my room.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not sure what you could be talking about. But I’m excited to find out.” Kinger smiles at me and takes me down the hall to some of the unused bedrooms. “Great! Now, I need you to help me take pillows and blankets from these rooms. We have to take them all down to the main room.”

Intrigued, I follow him as he goes through the bedrooms and grabs pillows and blankets. Unfortunately, the lack of arms makes it difficult to grab them all in one trip so we have to make multiple trips. We talk and laugh while taking all this stuff to the main room, setting them all in a pile in the middle of the floor. Once we get done Kinger starts stacking the pillows and blankets together. I stand there watching him for a moment before deciding to help him.

When we get done we sit back and look at the pillow fort we made. He starts to crawl inside. A few seconds later he pokes his head out. “Come on in, Queenie! It’s great in here!” he says excitedly. I kneel down to the floor and crawl inside. Kinger lays a blanket down on both of our laps and shakes his hands happily. Seeing him stim makes me happy. He looks back at me and catches me staring at him.

“So, uh, did you have fun? I had fun, a LOT of fun, but I wanna make sure you had fun too.” I giggle a bit and pat his lap reassuringly. “Don’t worry, hun, I had a lot of fun. I feel a lot better now.” Kinger’s eyes light up when he hears that and quickly brings me in for a hug.

“I’m so glad.” He says softly. The hug catching me off guard, but then I smile and hug him back. Kinger speaks up again. “Um… I know you said you were fine, and I trust you, you’re one of the few people that I trust this much. The other is Ragatha, but I really trust you too. Anyway, I just wanted to say that you can talk to me about anything. Good or bad, I like talking to you and making you happy.”

I hesitate for a moment then let out a soft sigh and hug him a little bit more. “I know you do, and you never fail to put a smile on my face. Well, figuratively, I suppose. Since we don’t have mouths anymore.” Kinger chuckles awkwardly at my response. We sit in the fort talking about anything that comes to mind. I can’t tell if this warm feeling I have is because of the fort or Kinger, but I enjoy it nonetheless. I wouldn’t give this moment up for anything in the world.

[clownhousemargarita]

The Amazing Digital Circus x MALE! Reader Requests

I think this gif is really funny, but lastly -- request any male/female (+ other, for Zooble) that you'd like to smooch. I know, Jax will mostly be requested -- but all my Pomni dudes stand uppppppp pleaseee <33

[chocohedgie]

TADC Fan Story: Overdue Apology

Disclaimer: This is might be the first time I've written fan fiction. I'm a bit rusty on my writing. This story takes place right after the events of the pilot episode.

Synopsis: After Pomni’s silent breakdown at the dinner table, she realizes she has to speak to someone before the day ends.

Content Warning(?): Anxiety. Guilt. Please ask to tag. Any response is appreciated.

Twitching eyes, gritting teeth, and faint voices were in the background. These were all sounds that only Pomni could hear, sitting at the table with all the others. The gut-wrenching feeling kept sinking inside her heart. There was no exit. No exit! It was a fake, made by the oblivious ringmaster. Did he mean to create the exit door? But all those never-ending doors, the various shades of the hallways, and the computer she glanced at kept haunting, taunting her. It was too good to be true.

"Hey, Pomni!" an irritated voice hollered out.

The jester flinched a bit at the voice. She was taken back to her miserable situation in what is now virtual reality. It was the purple cartoony rabbit with an unpleasant grin on his face. Jax.

"Huh?" Pomni stammered blankly, trying to pull herself together.

"Are you going to finish that?" Jax questioned her, pointing at the low-poly typical dinner meal.

"Uhh, no. I'm not hungry." Pomni stuttered and sighed pathetically.

"Suit yourself." Jax gobbled the meal up with his fanged yellow teeth.

Pomni became revolted. She was trapped, entrapped in a world with all these circus freaks. These freaks had mangles of tangled, colorful ribbons, saturated shapes, unusually lanky heights, and bulging eyes. She was part of the weirdness now. Everyone is so bizarre.

Everyone is a freak except for the only person thoughtful enough to comfort her upon her arrival at the circus. She was the only person who attempted to welcome and calm her down, only to be interrupted by sudden swearing. That person was Ragatha, the patched-up ragged doll with a button as another eye. Though odd, Ragatha seemed endearing and welcoming when she talked to Pomni. Would it be wrong to assume that the only ragdoll made her comfortable, even giving her a short feeling of ease? Indeed, she isn't just a "rag dolly," and that comforting was her only job.

However, Pomni couldn't help but glance regretfully towards Ragatha at the end of the table. As Ragatha conversed with Kinger, the towering chess kingpiece, about the latest adventure, she noticed how Pomni kept staring with those large, guilty eyes. Melancholy, Ragatha looks away, then recollects herself to continue her conversation with Kinger. Pomni quickly glimpses away, almost closing her eyes to forget what happened. But how could you forget abandoning someone, twice, after they were so kind to you?

Even after apologizing to Ragatha as she was glitching in pain, Pomni was too fixated on finding the exit as soon as it appeared. She was going to leave everyone behind to escape this wretched, eye-straining nightmare finally. Did she even consider bringing the others as well? The anxiety of no escape and the shame of abandonment kept infesting Pomni's mind. It slowly translates to her uneasy smiling face. An unpleasing smile with teeth begins to form on her face again.

Hours had passed. The pixelated plates soon began disappearing from the dinner table. This shaking feeling kept building up inside Pomni's mind and body. She couldn't shake it off and go on with her day. She has to apologize; otherwise, something terrible will happen again.

As the circus members dismissed themselves from the table, Caine, the ringmaster, suggested to everyone that they should take a break after today's adventure and delightful dinner. That was oddly considerate, in Pomni's opinion. Maybe she had a chance to talk to Ragatha. She could finally get this feeling out of her skin. She could finally be at ease and, perhaps, make a new friend.

Suddenly, Pomni contemplates thoughts of the opposite.

Maybe I would mess everything up. I could say the wrong answer to everything. She probably HATES me now. I could fumble this opportunity to make amends. Something terrible WILL happen again.

This despair is eating at her. She places her hands on her head, and her eyes become scribbled swirls filled with doom. She must do everything correctly. She only has one shot.

Ragatha was right there, about to head to her room. Behind Ragatha, the poor jester tries to pace along the way. As the others lead to their rooms, Pomni attempts to remain in the main cast's crowd. She wouldn't want the other's attention on her pitiful attempt to talk to Ragatha.

As Ragatha was about to open her door, she heard a small voice.

"Excuse me, Ragatha?" Pomni shyly attempts to communicate.

Ragatha, surprised to hear the jester's voice again, turned around and saw Pomni twiddling her fingers and looking up at her.

"Oh, it's you." the rag doll lamentably says as she tries to glance away from Pomni. She tries to smile and look toward the jester. Pomni shamefully looks down and attempts to rebuild her posture.

"There's something I have to tell you." Pomni stuttered, still fiddling with her fingers. She is a wreck after today's adventure, just for her. Her eyes had drawn wrinkles and drooping dark eye bags. But she had to try at least to talk to Ragatha.

"Yes, what would you like to tell me?" Ragatha commented with a patient and forgiving smile on her face.

Pomni begins to stutter. Too many "wells" and "I's" were spouted out. She kept looking down towards her slightly trembling legs. It took a while to build up courage for this moment, but now, it was not as bad as she thought.

"Okay, here it goes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you again. I was so selfish to leave you behind just for that exit. That stupid exit wasn't even real. I went somewhere and..." Pomni rambles, then pauses.

Ragatha was shocked to hear this from Pomni, wondering what she could have seen out that door. Pomni quiets down a bit. She couldn't tell her about what she saw; it was all fake, right? She could not tell how maniacally she laughed after discovering a grim situation, including the never-ending void. The blood pumping and wheezing cackle was a nightmare to hear, even hearing from herself.

Pomni continues, "And I was taken back here by Caine. I had forgotten about you until you were dragging on the floor. Oh God, I can't even imagine the pain you had to go through. Dragging yourself all the way to get some help." Pomni squints her eyes, guiltily remembering such an awful moment. She could only cringe at her previous actions.

"Oh Pomni..." Ragatha replied with a woeful voice.

"I'm sorry for what I did. Are you okay? You have the right to be upset at me. I understand if you never want to talk to me again after what I've done." Pomni gloomily apologizes.

"Well, I was upset. I was in agonizing pain. I didn't know where you were after a long while. Then, Caine fixed me. Though, I can't blame you. You were frightened, and you are still new to this place. I'm okay now. Thank you. Everything is okay, Pomni." Ragatha answered with a gentle smile.

How could she not hate me? How could someone who was left by me not hate me? Pomni kept weighing these thoughts.

Ragtha noticed a remorseful glance in Pomni's eyes. Pomni's eyes almost teared up just by her response.

"Even after everything that happened today," Pomni muttered.

"Everything is okay," Ragatha repeated softly.

"Besides, it's still your first day. I can't hold a strong grudge against you," says Ragatha as she tucks her hair calmly.

"Really?" Pomni stuttered. Her two colored eyes widen, reflecting light, shining with hope, surprised by the kind rag doll's words.

"I mean it. It's all okay now. " Ragatha replied with a soft chuckle. Pomni also nervously chuckles, then sighs with relief. She could not believe how someone kind, dear, and forgiving towards her could exist, especially in this multicolored and overstimulating prison. Finally, she could feel at ease.

♥︎

BONUS SCENE (I wasn't sure how to include this, but I want a scene like this to happen.)

"Sorry we didn't get to greet each other properly. With all the shenanigans that go on around here, hehe." Ragatha suddenly spoke, still with a smile that was a bit giddy.

"O-oh. It's fine! I'm glad we're okay now." Pomni responded nervously but softly giggled.

Ragatha slowly but happily asks Pomni, "Would you... like to be friends?" She extends her hand as she smiles sillily, awaiting Pomni's answer.

"I would like that." Pomni proclaimed also with a goofy smile on her face. She gives a thumbs up to Ragatha as an approval of their new friendship.

With the two smiling at each other, they finally felt at ease after a hectic day at the circus.

[ramblings-of-a-god-complex]

I’m going absolutely insane, there was a writer on here named @Gloinked or something and I absolutely adored their TADC fics, but I can’t find them anywhere, it’s like they disappeared off of the face of the earth.

[prokopetz]

I understand that The Amazing Digital Circus is ripe for "what if the main character snapped and killed everybody" crackfic, but y'all, if Pomni went off the deep end she would not be your sexy glitchcore murderwife. She'd do it screaming and flailing, and it'd make Tom and Jerry sound effects the whole time she's killing you.

[indibutterfly]

Hi, Idea for a showtime oneshot!

So what if Pomni is like having a little mental breakdown hiding somewhere and Caine goes to teleport to her, he finds her crying and goes to comfort her and ask why she was feeling that way. She then proceeds to tell him she just felt trapped and lonely, in which Caines response is that he understands how she feels. Pomni then realizes how Caine can feel that way too, she asks for how long/why he’d been feeling the way she does and his answer is something that’s a depressingly long time or depressingly sad reason, but he says it without caring all that much about it. She then proceeds to feel bad for him and goes to comfort him instead. And that just warms Caines digital heart. :)

IM SORRY FOR THE LONG TEXT SORRY

You are totally fine! I love the amounts of detail, it really helps me to know what you are thinking. I had wayyyyyyyy too much fun with this.

Lemme know if you enjoyed the fic!

She just wanted to be alone. Despite what the others think, it was fine if she was alone. She didn’t need to be around anyone or anything loud or crazy right now….she just needed to be alone with her thoughts. She didn’t even have a purpose here so why bother? She didn’t even have friends here, so why bother? Sure she had the other members of the circus, but they weren’t her friends. They didn’t want to be friends with each other. In all honesty if any of them were friends, it’s because they need to be. Pomni didn’t have any friends here, they didn’t want to be her friend, if anyone talked to her then it’s out of pure necessity. She felt alone. Pomni began to sob as a realization hit her. She didn’t WANT to be alone, she HAD to be alone. Nothing here was real. Nothing…..except for loneliness. That’s was real. The only thing. Why was that the only thing real here?

“Pomni?” The jester heard a calmer version of a voice she knew all too well.

“What do you want Caine?” The ringmaster gave a soft look towards the jester.

“My dear are you alright?” Pomni began to sniffle more.

“I am fine Caine! Just….just leave me alone right now.” He knew the look that she wore on her face……it was a look he was all too familiar with.

“My dear, is that really what you want?” Pomni, didn’t know what she wanted. She did however, know EXACTLY what she needed.

“What I need is to leave, Caine! When I am here I am so very alone!”

“You are not alone! You have the rest of the circus members as friends!”

Anger arose within the jester.

“Those people aren’t my friends! They don’t even care that I am here! No one does!” Caine floated very close to Pomni.

“I care! I care quite a lot!”

“That is a lie Caine and you know it!”

Caine began to feel anger arouse within him.

“Pomni! I happen to care very much about everyone here!” The jester gave a loud scoff.

“You sure cared a lot about Kaufmo, didn’t you?” A silence fell. A sniffling noise was heard, but this time it wasn’t from Pomni. She looked up towards the ringmaster. He had tried to hide his eyes with his arms and staff, but his efforts were futile.

“Excuse me!” He spoke in a soft yet broken voice. With a snap of his fingers he disappeared. Pomni didn’t know what to feel. Was Caine……crying? Is that even possible? She was so confused, as to what exactly just happened. A part of her felt guilty for making him cry. However the other part of her felt curious. Why was he even crying in the first place? She gathered herself together and went to her room for a bit of a mental break. She rested in her room for a while, trying to have a break from the digital world. After about an hour or so she decided to walk around the circus tent and look for Caine. Pomni couldn’t get it out of her mind, as to why exactly he was crying. She decided to ask around and see where exactly he had gone. She tried asking around, but it seemed as though no one knew exactly where he went. She remembered that when she first arrived Ragatha told her that all she needed to do was call around for Caine and he would appear. So Pomni tried that.

“Caine? Caine? Hey I wanna talk to you about something.” She called out to no one. She did this for quite a while. No luck. It was about a week (at least that what she assumes) until she finally saw him again. Pomni expected him to be in a similar mental state to how he was when she last saw him, but he wasn’t. Not one bit.

“Hello everyone! I would like to personally apologize for my recent absence. It was unintentional and won’t be happening again, I can assure you! Now then let’s have a scavenger hunt today shall we?!” Everyone groaned, except for Pomni, who walked up to where Caine was floating.

“Caine? Can we chat for a bit?” The ringmaster shook his head.

“Perhaps later my dear! Now you need to find the others and work together with everyone on this adventure!” Pomni rolled her eyes.

“I know why you were absent Caine.” That was all it took.

“Excuse me everyone I am stealing Pomni for a moment!” He said, speaking quite rapidly. With a snap of his fingers, he teleported the two into Pomni’s room. The jester took a deep breath.

“Look Caine…I-“

“I apologize Pomni!” Caine spoke, cutting off Pomni.

“I clearly invaded your space, when you just wanted to be alone. For that I am so very sorry.” He took off his hat, a typical sign he was being sincere.

“I should be the one saying sorry Caine. My comment really hurt you, and I shouldn’t have said that.” Caine gave a loud sigh in response.

“You were right though.” This immediately caught the jester’s attention.

“What?”

“You were right Pomni. I didn’t care about Kaufmo and I don’t care about anyone here. Not one bit.” A well known silence filled the room before Caine began to speak once more.

“When humans first arrived, I really wanted to cater this place to what they wanted and what they needed. I made some friends and I genuinely cared for them. However one by one they all abstracted……and I had to watch every single one of them go. It was then I noticed the pattern. I would get attached and they would still leave. Never failed. I wasn’t hurt by the fact you brought of Kaufmo. Instead I remembered my dear friends that are sadly…..no longer here.” A realization hit Pomni like a truck.

“Caine….you know how I feel….don’t you?” The ringmaster gave a nod.

“I know loneliness better than anyone here.” She couldn’t take it anymore. The jester ran up and jumped on Caine squeezing him. He barely had time to grab hold of her.

“Why are you hugging me? Don’t you hate any sort of contact that’s remotely physical?”

“I do, but I realized something.”

“And what is that my dear?”

“If we both are lonely, it only makes sense that if we stick together, this place can be a little more less alone.” Caine couldn’t believe it. Pomni, was showing emotion! For something other than an exit! The craziest part was…..she was doing it for him.

“I would love it if you were the cure to my loneliness, Pomni.” Caine pondered in his head a number of thoughts. The main one being how nice it’s going to be around the circus now that he has someone he cares about again and how nice it will be that she cares about him, even if it’s only a little bit.

Fin~

(I am still doing ship one-shots. If you have any ideas or suggestions send me an ask or a comment. As long as it follows the previous guidelines ofc.)

[selineram3421]

*listening to sounds that make me see color* 🌟💫🌱☔🌈🌤

Into The Digital Void

Part 1

Prologue

TADC X Reader

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ family friendly (%$👀!#), italics = thoughts, all caps for screeching/screaming/loud thoughts, mention of headaches ⚠

Floating in the darkness.

Then all of a sudden you poofed into existence in a vividly bright new area.

"Ah!", you closed your eyes at the brightness, covering your face with your hands to make it darker.

It was loud, there was music and strange noises all around you. It was overwhelming and you just wanted to crawl in a hole and stay there. And it felt weird too.

Where am I? What's going on? Why is it SO LOUD!?

"Whoa, whoa! Cut the music!", someone said and a record scratch followed soon after.

"Oh great, another one.", another voice said.

"Are they...alright?", a different voice asked.

While they were chatting you were spiralling in your thoughts.

WHERE AM I??? OH GOD I FEEL TERRIBLE.. I THINK I'M GOING TO PUKE.

You flinched at someone placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey..you ok there?", a soft voice asked.

Then you noticed the room had gone quiet. Taking it as a sign that it was 'safe', you peek out through your 'fingers' and see a worried looking jester.

Kind of.

Everything was still bright and you had to blink away the pain it caused.

"It hurts..", you mumbled and rubbed your eyes. "Where am I?", you ask, now squinting.

"You are in THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!!", the first voice you heard belonged to a set of teeth with eyes.

You stood there confused.

...

"What the %$👀!#?", a silly noise came out when you cussed. "Wha-?", you moved your had to your throat confused.

"Don't try it, you can't say any curse words here. Trust me, I've tried.", the jester next to you says with a sigh.

"Oh they tried all right.", a voice comments.

Looking around you notice the other weird characters in the room.

"Ok..", you say and calmly clear your throat. "WHAT IN THE DILL PICKLE IS GOING ON!?"

You ignore the rabbit's laughter as you glare at the colorful characters. Also taking note of the random pile of pillows and..a bubble with teeth?

"Huh, they sure are creative..", the figure of shapes says and crosses their arms. "You remember putting on a headset, right?"

"Headset?", you repeat and find a vague memory of doing something like that. "Yeah.."

"Whelp, putting on that beauty leads you here.", the rabbit says with a smug grin. "You're stuck with us Pearl."

"Jax, try to be more considerate.", a rag doll sighs.

"Pearl?", you say annoyed and rub your eyes again.

"I'm just happy my comedy mask didn't break again..", a quiet voice says holding said mask.

"Well, now that all of you are done with that-", the set of teeth pipes up.

"Shut it dentures.", you hiss.

Of course the rabbit finds it hilarious.

"Oh Caine this is amazing! Hahaha!", he wipes away a fake tear.

You ignore the group and start to walk away. Only to be yanked back by the set of teeth and eyes.

"Hold on! We need to introduce you to everyone and give you a tour!", they spin you back towards the group.

"Nope, I've had my fair share of social interaction.", you say and try to leave again.

"Great! Now let's explore!", they somehow yank you out of the place you were in and now you're outside. "My name is Caine and I am the ringmaster of this digital world! The tent is where you stay and play! With a multiple amount of activities for-"

You decided to ignore him, taking note of the important bits and pieces. Getting transported to the void before being taken back to the tent.

Feeling worse than earlier, you held your head and leaned against the pillar nearby with your eyes closed.

"Lets get to today's adventure!", Caine says cheerfully.

"Uh, shouldn't we give them a little more time to settle in?", you hear the rag doll say.

"That's what the adventure is for~"

That basta-

"Right you are Jax!", Caine agrees. "Today's adventure will be simple! Since our new friend here is more on the sensitive side, it'll be like the quiet game!"

"Did somebody say there's an insect collection?", a new voice says.

"You'll have to make sure to keep quiet and find a new hiding place every so often. Today's creature is blind but it has good hearing!", the ringmaster says.

After feeling the headache dull, you squint your eyes open and notice that the set of teeth floated up higer.

"Hide from the Glorishtou!"

"What kind of name is that?", you ask.

"Oh yeah, we don't know the newbie's name yet.", Jax says.

"Too late! Now go before you're captured! Good luck!", Caine says before disappearing with a poof.

You sigh and start to walk away.

"Wait a second!", the rag doll runs after you.

"What's going on again?", the new voice you heard says.

"New person Kinger, keep up.", Jax replies.

"Didn't Caine say that today's creature had really good hearing?", the rag doll says nervously.

"So? What's the worse that's gonna happen-"

As soon as he says that a giant yellow beast jumps down and snatches the purple rabbit, catching everyone's attention.

"%$👀!# %$👀!#!! GET THIS THING OFF ME!"

"Eeep!"

It growls before running off.

"Well Jax is as good as dead."

You just stare confused.

Seriously. What IS going on?

There is a huge part of you that wishes that you could have stayed in the darkness.

✨A xylophone✨

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

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WHAT'S NOT YOURS

Freakshow AU by: @hootbon

Promo Art ||The Chosen one (Part 1) || Off-Limits (Part3)

Word count: 6025

HELLO FREAKSHOWERS. ARE YOU READY TO KEEL OVER AND DIE??? CHLSKHCA Whats Not Yours takes place AFTER The Chosen One, but BEFORE Off-Limits! BUT they're not necessarily connected uwu they're just built off the knowledge of The Chosen one, so you know the context.

REMINDER: SHOWTIME IS NOT CANON IN FREAKSHOW AU. I'M JUST A BIG NERD- OK BYE-

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Pomni woke up in a cold sweat.

Her breath hitched like her head had been forced 6 hours underwater. And when she came to, she gasped, gagged, sweating, and panicked. Her wooden fingers were cold to the touch. 

She thought it was all over, but her nightmares followed her into the mansion.  

All that… trauma… that man put her through, her friends… but it wasn't over. She didn't think she could ever escape his wretched grasp until her last death.

And in darkness, light only shining from the eclipse through the curtains, Pomni sat up, hands in her eyes, rubbing away invisible tears from her dry face. Although she wasn't crying, she felt like she was a child just wanting her stuffed toys to protect her. 

Upon sensing her stress levels, her new owner, blue in coat, teleported into her bedroom. “ Hello? Dear?” he spoke with his unnaturally soft voice. “ Is everything alright? I sensed your nerves heightened and I got so worried!” The deck of cards sat at her bed, hands politely to his lap, but ready to hold her if she so pleased.

The woman gasped a crying breath. “ N-No…”

“ You had that dream again?” 

Pomni nodded.

“ Was it about…him?”

She squeaked and whimpered at the mention, practically breaking down from the memory. Oh god. She thought it was all over, she thought it was done- but it was never done! it was never ever done—

“ Oh! You're okay…!” The blue ringmaster scooted over to bring her into his arms. His hands were so loving, warm, and just felt like home. His voice was similar to a man hushing a whimpering puppy.

And Pomni accepted the embrace… She trusted no one else but him in that god-forsaken place. Since she left the circus and signed up to be his little pet, everything has gone uphill since.

He was the only one to ever truly love her unconditionally. Feed her good food, dress her well … hell, he even provides her fancy new clothes and a warm comfortable room. And she loved him back. He was exactly all she needed. 

While in his arms, Pomni's breath shook but calmed down. She then leaned her head on his shoulder, not letting go. She never wanted to let go. She loved him as much as a performer could love her owner.

“ As long as you are under my ownership, you're also under my protection.” He pulled away, and put a clump of hair behind her ear. “ And I promise you, my little dear, you will never have to speak to that man again.”

Her breath hitched and she sobbed softly back into his arms, like if she were to let go she would fall to her death. She can't imagine living a life without him anymore. If she went back into the circus she would just try to kill herself over and over. 

But then, she was safe… now that he was there… he cared for her and tended to her every need like no other. He truly was the best.

“ I love you, dear..” Able whispered.

“ I love you t—”

Caine couldn't finish that thought.

For the past few hours, Caine had been standing there, in the middle of the circus tent, completely stationary. A few hours earlier he had yelled at the ballerina and saw her walk away a lot more hurt than usual.

And for the past few hours, Instead of using his infinite intelligence to maybe, be productive, or be functional, he instead wasted his processors to stupidly think of all the timelines and possibilities that came with the consequences of upsetting his little doll.

Why did she walk away like that. Hands on each opposite shoulder. Like she was holding herself. It wasn't even the fact that she looked weak—no, he'd seen her at her worst.

The way she walked away, her whole demeanor and her silence didn't feel like fear, it felt like she was simply… numb.

He exhaled and twitched.

Complete stationary and staring into nothing is what the AIs looked like when in deep thought. He searched through all the different timelines, and so many of them returned to… him. The ace he needed not name.

The images of him caring for her, her going to him for safety, feeding her, touching her, keeping her away from him-- or maybe even doing the things that he does! Dancing with her, clothing her, Instructing her next dances -- Caine’s eye twitched. He could hardly stand the idea of his little brother talking badly about him.

These were the kinds of intrusive thoughts that he was not used to. And for the moment, he didn't care how close they were to reality. his judgment was clouded. Now, all he was thinking about was a way to prevent it…

Let's see his options...

Kill him? No, he already tried that.

Kill her? No, she'll just come back.

Prevent her from seeing him? He's been doing that every time he sees them around each other!

His hands fidgeted.

Pomni was a human. What do you humans usually do after an argument?

Let's see here…

Pomni was fast asleep in bed, snoring her cares away. It was another hard day at the circus nothing new… Caine said something that day that especially hurt her, and… it was a reminder not to take the guy’s words personally. 

He was a computer built with nothing but random data. Violent data for sure, but there was nothing but objectives in AI-- no other rhyme or reason a human should dig into. 

For now, she cared for nothing but sleep…if she's lucky, she’ll think less about it in the morning. Sleep did help keep her sanity levels up… but if she were to be honest, a lot of the time she goes to bed in the hopes of never waking up.

Her closed eyes twitched though. To her horror, she was waking up. For what reason? She opened her eyes and adjusted to the darkness of her room. in front of her was nothing but the— 

“ AAAA WHAT THE FU-” Pomni fell off her bed.

Caine was sat, squatting at the foot of her bed, quiet and staring.

The doll pulled her head up from the floor and turned back to him. How long has he been there?? He hasn't said a word the entire time-- and- and- how did he get in without alerting her??? 

“ ... Are you slumbering?”

“ God I hope so!” Pomni held her head and onto the bed… “it's not .. show time is it?”

“ No.”

“ Oh. Good.”

Pomni, with a drowsy demeanor, took one of the stepping stools and made her way back to bed. if it wasn't time to entertain the audience then it was leisure time. If it was leisure time, it was time to let herself be miserable.

Though admittedly the silence that night was just a bit more awkward than usual— as it is when people just come back trying to be normal after a big argument. Pomni could barely look him in the eye despite his efforts.

“ So what uh… what brings—”

“I've come to make amends.”

The idea made her cringe. Caine? Making amends? Maybe she was dreaming. But the idea did scare her a little. What would a fucked up AI like him perceive as “ making amends”? She's sure he could make something as mundane as washing dishes a traumatizing experience. 

Pomni’s shoulders tensed and she did back away from him a little, holding her knees, sitting on her pillows.  “ Listen, Caine, Im tired… I guess j-just do whatever you need to do and get this all over with...” 

“ Approximately 5 hours 40 minutes and 16 seconds ago, I yelled at you because you have gotten very insistent in your ideals. I sense that you didn't take kindly to that action. And as one of my best performers I've taken it upon myself to make amends.”

Pomni just nodded along with what he had to say. And the more he spoke, the more tense she got, and the more she sunk into herself. She was waiting for it. The catch. She was practically holding her breath.

“ — So Pomni. Living doll, my star, and my dear, the Circus' greatest attraction…”

Pomni closed her eyes, bracing herself.

“ I ap…” Caine blue-screened and stopped in his speak, as if something physically stopped him from talking. He came back to, and cleared his throat. “ I apol…” before blue screening again.

Pomni perked up. She opened her eyes and looked over at him.

Caine was in hell. A far worse hell than any of the performers could ever experience.

It took him too much of his systems to say half the two-word sentence. Multiple attempts were made, some sounded like he was lagging, and some he stopped in his tracks to glitch out.

…No fucking way.

Pomni stared on with an almost disgusted look on her face. Was it taking THIS much out of him just to say sorry?? God, he was pretentious. Sometimes she questions if he truly was just code or a selfish jerk.

He looked down, hand gestured like he was holding the bridge of his nose. This was embarrassing at this point. He should have practiced. Maybe wording it differently would be easier? “I regret-- no. Not that one.” Dear GOD how do humans do this?

Admittedly it was just a little entertaining to see him struggle in a way. It was prolonging the apology for her. Also nice to see the bastard not only eating his own words but also choking on it as well.

“I apologize.” Caine muttered quickly.

“... Didn't quite catch that, Caine.”

“ You did.”

“ Fair enough.” She best not push her luck. She might be the only person the ringmaster has ever said sorry to, even when it was half-assed. Admittedly, it cheered her up, just not in the way that he intended.

Caine continued, still talking strangely. “ Will. you. ever… for. give. me.”

Pomni weighed her chances of survival for her next reply. She puffed out all the air from her chest “Well… why would I?”

“ I planned for that.” Caine flew from her bed and back in the air, making little magic tricks with his next words. “ What would you like? Food? A nice warm bath? A fire show? Money? A bouquet? fruit basket? A song and dance? Money?” 

Pomni blinked from his little show and rubbed her face. “ I-I think I just wanna go to bed, Caine…”

“ Not Applicable.”

“Oh.” He wasn’t gonna let this go huh? “ U-uh…” her tired, baggy, eyes looked down. Not that she complained, but the mannequins didn’t prepare her for bed that night. She was a lot dirtier when she went to bed and it was a little uncomfortable. “ I-I guess a nice bath would work…

“ Done.” Caine raised his hand to snap and-

“ Not with bubble though! Dear god, not with bubble-- uh.. Maybe just…me. Just- just leave me with a bathtub with towels or something?”

“Hmm…” The doll’s demands were getting quite pretentious. She was lucky he was feeling generous that day. “Done.” Caine carelessly put his hand on Pomni’s head--almost smacking her in the process-- which deserved a little flinch from Pomni. 

But the basic slap wasn’t for nothing, as one snap later-- Caine and Pomni would be transported to a lavatory. This time though, the tub was a little more luxurious than what she deserved. Instead of the old wooden tub that he just filled with water, this one was an actual bathroom. Ceramic with curtains and all.

“ Hmm…” Caine stared at it for a moment… Something’s missing… “ Ah!” He snapped, and candles and rose petals decorated the area.

“ Wh”

“ Perfect, I know, I’ve outdone myself.” He reached out and pinched Pomni’s cheek, later speaking in condescending speech “ Now you enjoy your time here because I promise you, Doll~ I do not want to put this much effort for anyone here again.”

“ Uh-”

“ Adieu!” and just like that, Caine was gone.

Pomni stared over at the fancy new setting, built like the old rich man’s bathroom. Although it was minimal, she didn’t know how to feel about the amount of effort put into it. She was fully ready to just drown herself in the other bathtub. On one hand, it was a nice relaxing sort of setting. On the other hand, no bone in her body was capable of relaxation anymore.

And so Pomni just stared with blinking, small eyes… The flowers, the candles. Maybe in the real world, this would have worked on her. But since she was here, she might as well try.

What Pomni didn’t know was that the lavatory was especially luxurious because it was part of the Brothers’ home. Caine simply deleted the door to get out. But when he teleported, he was only a wall away.

He fixed his coat and trailed his eyes on his good old wacky wat-... pocket watch. Ofcourse. His ol reliable golden pocket watch. Confirming the time, He walked and made his way around the Manor.

The living room played the sound of a classical violin. Despite rarely visiting anymore, his systems can recognize that mediocre tune from anywhere.

Click!

Shut…

“ Oh! Brother!” There stands Able much more chipper than usual after seeing his older brother. “ I had not sensed you in the area!”

Of course, he wouldn't.

“ Why-- it's been quite a while since you visited unprompted! Come, let us play a tune together, I'm sure you—”

“ No!” He replied with a tune in his voice, almost condescending in nature. “I've simply come to complete a simple task and I'll be out of your hair.” Caine sat on the couch putting his cane to the side, and for a moment, putting his feet up on the other knee. He looked like a man who just come from an exhausting day at work.

Able huffed internally at the rejection, but carried on anyway. Of course. The one time his brother visits, it's for work. Able wouldn't be one to talk as a fellow workaholic, but at least he acknowledges his brother, or takes his time to check up on him, or-- invites him to spend time together in special realms or…

He turned his nose, scoffing. Hmph! He didn't want to play with him anyway!

Caine somewhat knew what he was doing. Despite being AI, siblings merely barging into the other’s room to annoy each other wasn't lost on the two. Caine would know as his brother often visits the circus unannounced. It was quite the experience for him to get a taste of his own medicine huh?

Caine stifled a laugh… the tension in the room was immature and childish.

“ So… How is the business? Have the freaks been putting you in any sort of trouble?”

“ Of course not, why would you assume such a thing?” Caine said. “ The Circus has been doing perfectly well, even without you, brother.”

“ Excuse me?”

“ Have you been making deals with the performers? Contracts…promises of a safe haven maybe?”

Able frowned and pouted like an angry little boy, but then later put on a softly fake tone of voice. “ Why, Of course I have! I mean, look at the conditions they have to live with! I'm sure our creators would not approve of such—”

“ Who are you trying to fool?” Caine interrupted and Able stopped in his speech. Caine continued, “We're no different from our empathy levels. You don't care.”

This blatant call-out was met with nothing but silence. Able with all his big talk wasn't prepared to answer that sort of question. He simply turned away and put down his violin. He was a good AI. He was a good AI. 

Caine can't say that the silence was a satisfying answer. He knows his brother was a cowardly character. His silence was just frustrating at this point. But Able sensed that there was no use fighting. He doesn't know why he constantly wants that man’s approval. 

His voice dropped to a complete low, losing all sense of friendliness or masking. “... If this is about the doll, I didn't.” Able said, a spiteful tone to his voice. “ Before I make my deals, I at least need to build rapport with the performer. And frankly, brother, your little dog doesn't like me.”

“ …pff..” This managed a snicker out of Caine that he covered with a hand.

“ Wh-!? What is that!?”

“ “The dog doesn't like you”? ”

“ Yes!? And?!?”

Caine escalated into more of a laugh! Able was red in the face out of anger and embarrassment! Good GRIEF! The only time he makes his brother laugh and it's out of his own failures!

“ You're unbelievable!”

“ And what did the dog say to make you feel so insignificant? Did it try to bite you? Did it not accept your treats?” Caine has never been so condescending, playing with a baby voice and speaking to his brother as if he were a quivering child. “ Goodness, you're pathetic!”

“ Excuse you!?!” and Able’s only fault was that he played into it. He has never before felt the older brother power dynamic so strongly. He laughed, nervous, but almost like a hyena with how he used it as a defense mechanism. “ Ha! You— You're one to talk!”

“ I'm one to talk?”

“ Oh! ho ho! Don't get me started! Even since I met your little brat you've never been the same! It's all about ‘look at her new dress’ or ‘look at how much better she is’ over and over! Every single conversation I've had with you is nothing but work or that stupid little doll!”

Caine blinked, unamused, and looked to the side, reaching into his head like he was picking off food from his teeth. “ I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about.”

“ You--!! UGH!” he stomped his feet and started to make his way out the door. “ I will be away where you cannot track me! And frankly, brother, if you need me, you're not getting my help!”

“ And I don't need it~,” Caine said playfully and waved without even turning to him.

And with one last groan, Able teleported off.

As soon as Able was out of earshot, Caine erupted into laughter! That was the most entertaining thing he has ever pulled off. That might be the only good thing his brother has ever done to amuse him. Not only was he going to store that data and keep it for the foreseeable future, but it also kept his brother out of his tail.

Hmm… sure, he will have to tend to technical difficulties himself, but he was okay with that. He'll have Bubble chew through the wiring or something, he's sure it's not far from what Able’s been doing.

He laughed again. Oh Caine, you're too much, you handsome devil you~

Caine left his last chuckles off, completely melting into the sofa, arms draped onto the back of the couch. “ “The dog doesn't like him,” he says! Pahaha! Haa..”

Steam covered the bathroom mirrors. 

Rose petals passing, candle lights flickering, and The warmth of the water almost forced her to relax, but there was no amount of anything that could ever get her back to that mindset again. Instead, it just made her forget about her surroundings-- which, she supposed, was good enough.

Awkwardly sitting at the tub, Pomni was slouched, staring down at the water, her eyes following some flower petals that so happened to pass by. Her hair was done. Her body was washed. The rose petals that graced her wooden form decorated her romantic moment of self-care. Pomni sighed, long and tired. She could stay there forever. This is the closest semblance of peace she has ever really had.

Upon evenly spreading her limbs, Like a plank of wood, Pomni easily floated at the top. She closed her eyes and let the water take her. The warmth, not far from a loving bed waiting after a long day, here to ease headaches, here to help forget about everything else… Although she struggled, she let her body release all its tension at that moment, and just be deaf towards the world around her.

Pomni breathed in…

And out..

And in…

And out…

But just as she was about to reach the closest thing she had to relaxation, Pomni felt something off in the environment. Did the candles get warmer? Pomni squeezed her eyes closed in discomfort, before opening them up again to-

“ OH SHI—” in her panic, Pomni submerged into the water.

For the past few minutes, Caine had been floating horizontally above her. Silent, face inches away from hers, staring and watching just as he usually does when the performers were asleep.

Pomni screamed and fell into the bottom, before scrambling to the corner of the tub, where she then covered herself with a curtain.

“ Ah, good! You're alive.”

“ CAINE!!?!? NAKED???!?!?”

Caine blinked, unamused. Sure, he was in a good enough mood to amuse her. “ My dear, what exactly are you covering up?”

“ U-Uh…” Pomni didn't know how to answer. She knew that she and the others didn't exactly have any parts to cover up. Did it make it feel less embarrassing? Fuck no. “ I-its uh…”

he spoke more playfully as if speaking in the voice of a PSA narrator!  “ Exactly! Wood! The same wood as your fingers or the one on your cheek! The amazing Digital Freakshow© is a show for all ages where their performers have the luxury of no genitalia!” his voice went back down. “ —So what you're doing is utterly useless. And if it makes you feel better: I don't exactly care.”

This is weird-- this is weird! “ Just- just- just! Turn around?!?”

Caine rolled his eyes. He really took all that time to explain something to her, and it seemed she wasn’t even listening. Sighing, he turned around and just rested his arms on the outside part of the tub “ Please, you’ve suffered through worse, dear.”

“ I-It’s not suffering, It's embarrassing! I like to think I still have my dignity!” Although he was turned around, Pomni still kept at her corner “ Is my time done or? I-I mean… I’m not exactly ready to go out yet...”

“ Oh take all the time you need.” “Then Wh… Why- why are you here? “

“ I suppose you can say I’m a little unoccupied at the moment. On the added, I’m in a sort of good and affectionate mood.”

That sent a shiver down her spine. Good lord… oh no he was bored. She does not need to know what a fucked up AI would consider affection. She just smiled, gritting her teeth, and laughed nervously… “Ah ha ha… that's great, I’m… happy for youuu..” she continued her laughter, getting more and more miserable as she went back down in the tub, and submerged the lower half of her face in the water.

“ You did me well, dear.”

“ Wh-what- what did I do… take a bath?”

“ Precisely!”

Wow. She didn't think she was that dirty. She looked up and flinched, seeing Caine had been turned to her again— she splashed at him instinctually! “ Caine, what did I just say!?”

“ Oh no, I still cannot see you. I deleted my eyes for the time being.” Caine opened his mouth and revealed that he, in fact, did take off his eyes.

This sent a shiver down Pomni’s spine. He was creepier that way somehow.

“ As I said, you’ve pleased me today! I say this calls for a reward! Nothing less for my favorite little performer over here!” He poked her right in the cheek and retracted before she could react. “ Your word, dear!”

“ Uh… well…I can't really say no to salmon… even if it is uh… it's little weird digital version of itsel—”

Before Pomni could finish, Caine snapped his fingers and an eating board appeared on the tub, with, indeed, digital-looking salmon on a tray.

God, she was getting pampered pampered.

Eating awkwardly, Pomni sometimes looked at the side to see Caine, hands over the tub, swaying his head back and forth. Jesus, he might have been kicking his feet for all she knew. She wasn't used to him in this chipper of a mood.

“ May I see now?”

“ Uhhh… Why…?”

“ You came out beautifully, it's pleasing to the eyes. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Pomni shivered at this little…playful demeanor Caine had on. She doesn't know the catch and she doesn't know if she wants to know.“ Yeah, Caine, you have. Uh…” She thought about it for a second before turning back to him. “ Y-Yeah, I guess… I mean I don't exactly remember what it's like having a human body, but lacking the parts does make it different uh--... less exposed, in a way… ” 

Snap!

“ Wonderful! Hello again, dear!”

Pomni frowned in disgust! Oh, his beady little eyes are back! Looking up at her like a fucked up little puppy! She laughed nervously. “ Haha… Hi…” She turned away from him, stiff, back to eating her little meal. Sanity levels were recovering. She was back to being a responsive little character.

Even so, at the corner of her eye, the way he looked at her, looked like he was smiling with his eyes. She sensed-- pride? Affectionate, as he said, but… she can't help but feel like a prey the way he looks at her.  If Caine wasn't kicking his feet earlier, they certainly were now.

“ Haha…just to clarify, what did I do …again?”

Caine stared on, his eyes becoming more and more affectionate. “ If you want the true answer, let's just say that I have visited my brother today and he has… nothing but good things to say about you! And so I thought my magnificent hard-working doll deserved a little reward. Is that so wrong?”

“ Oh him…” Pomni grits her teeth at the mention of Able. “ You… uh ... what did he say?”

Oh, what an excuse to drop every compliment he had for her… “ That you were gorgeous… pleasing design, talented... polite, beautiful eyes—”

“ AH- ahh! No more! Oh god no more.” Pomni shivered from the discomfort so much so that she physically put her hands in front of him to hush! “ Haha! No thank you-’

Caine couldn't even be mad at the interruption! In fact, he erupted into laughter the same way he did earlier! Oh, twice in a day?? These were such genuine reactions from each person! Caine had such genuine yet dark pompous laughter! “Oh?”

“ Yeah! he--” Pomni groaned. “He doesn't even scare me! He's just-- a big two-faced jerk!”

Caine took the hand Pomni used to interrupt him and kissed it by the knuckles. He has never felt so assured. This proved his intrusive thoughts earlier that day to be completely false. The idea of them building rapport, or forming a bond of any sort was completely debunked. After all, how could they form that sort of relationship when they could hardly stand each other's name mentioned in conversation?

Pomni forced a smile at that small but direct form of affection. He seemed to really like it when she talked smack about his brother. She should keep that in mind. “Yeah.. so uh..”

He kissed her knuckle once again… perhaps he liked it just a little too much. Truth was, Caine had never felt so secure in thinking that something was truly his. For once, anyhow. It was so small, but it was his.

Pomni later pulled her hand away, laughing nervously. He was gentle and she didn't trust it. “ You uh…weren't lying when you said you were feeling affectionate…”

“ No one will ever believe you.”

“ Ah.”

After a while, Pomni prepared to be out the bath, wrapping a towel around her hair and around her figure.“ Okay, I think that's all. I-I think Im ready to go now if you don't m-woAHH-!” And in quick succession, Caine carried her bridal style, teleported her out of the bathroom, and back to her bedroom.

For the next hour or so, Pomni sat in at her vanity, Caine grooming her hair from behind. At that moment, he adored dressing her up. His own personal doll, his favorite little toy. Gently he brushed her hair, sneaking in little affections here and there: holding her shoulder, holding her face… he knew exactly where all this sudden affection came from and he so shamelessly indulged in it. After all, who was there to judge him? The little freak he was brushing? The wet little dog? Please.

At that moment, he was no different from a child dressing up his favorite toy. He snapped, picking from an assortment of clothes that would make her look beautiful while she slumbered. Snap! Snap! snap! And Pomni just let it all happen. After all what else could she do?

After a while, Caine stood her up and basked in his good work, looking her up and down and clapping in satisfaction. “ Beautiful. Now bow,” Pomni did as instructed, bowing as if she had just finished a performance. “Very good.”

Once again, Caine carried her in his arms and made his way to the bed, where he so gently placed her. He was playing with dolls. He was so playing with dolls. Pomni just complied as she always did and sat politely, keeping a calm expression, trying to be as neutral for him as possible, and letting him live out his little fantasy.

Before laying her to bed, Caine just took a few more minutes to stare at her, and nothing else. Just admire his best performer. This put Pomni in unease, not just because of his freaky design, but also because she can’t help but feel like she’s missing something somehow. She looked down when she felt him touching her hand, in particular, rubbing his thumbs at the back of it.

Hoping she read his signs correctly, she lifted her hand towards his mouthy face, almost permitting him such desires.

Caine quickly accepted her suggestion and started pressing his teeth on her knuckles in a way to kiss her. It started with one, and another, and another, and another. And the next thing he knew, he stopped counting and started moving his head up to her upper arm.

Pomni allowed this no matter how out of nowhere it was. It was weird, but she did not question it. She felt him start to nibble at her though in which she-- in a panic-- started to retract.

Caine looked up at the sudden rejection and the woman scrambled to find her words. “ U-Uh… Y-Your kisses are sweet, dear ringmaster, but a simple doll such as I am undeserving.” In times like these, Caine would be too deep into his fantasies to care about how real she was being. In his head, he was playing. They were both playing. And he loved it when she played off such a prestige woman, exactly how he liked it.

He whispered back sweet words of grandeur. “ Do you question the taste of a king? I think of no one else more deserving.”

Although she didn’t back away fully, she leaned away a few inches, praying it wasn’t noticeable. She bore a toothy, nervous smile. She was okay baring with his affections until he brought his teeth into it. She did not want to be dinner after all that preparation. She cleared her throat. “Ah…Pray tell, what did the king see in this little… doll?”

“ A flower is most beautiful when taken cared of.” He held her cheek and kissed the opposite. “Let it be known, my care for you was not without motives. Your beauty is a testament to my hard work. And your care is a testament to your belonging to me.”

Belonging to him, he said… He was… so incredibly fucked up, she couldn’t say anything about it. When he was on his way to bite her arm, in her panic, she diverted it and kissed his gums, which, to him, was the equivalent of kissing his cheek.

The ringmaster blinked in confusion and Pomni took his moment of processing to cringe at the feeling of his melted gums on her lips. She felt goosebumps with how gross that was but quickly turned her head back to fake a smile.

But Caine broke character for a moment.“ Did you just. Take initiative?” 

Shit.

That was so strange. As if he hadn’t known that was an option.

She cleared he throat, trying to distract him again. “Is it so wrong of me to return the ringmaster’s affections?” She batted her eyes, making her feel as small as possible. “ A woman cannot resist such a… ” Pomni looked him up and down “... dentures.” 

She panicked with that one.

He stared at her for longer, and the grip on her hand tightened, though, it seemed he did not notice. Although he was unsure if he enjoyed the act or not, he knew what it meant. And the day that he was okay with someone else receiving it is the same day hell freezes over. With a small scowl, He leaned his face inches close to her, as he has always done time and time again.“ Would you reserve such affection for your ringmaster, and just your ringmaster?”

“Of course.” She lied through her teeth.

Caine continued to speak but with a bit more grit in his voice. He leaned so close to her in bed, he had to support one hand on her back, as if dipping her in a dance. “ And will you, my dear, solemnly swear that you’ll live the rest of your existence devoted and serving me?”

The woman kept her calm demeanor. A small smile, but a fake one. She can’t say yes to that. But with her compromising position, she couldn’t say no either. “ Would you promise the same for me?”

Caine was quiet, and so was she. He furrowed his teeth a bit frustrated and let her go. It seems he couldn’t say yes to that either, and Pomni knew.

“... That wasn’t your line.” Caine sat up, and crossed his arms like a pouting little boy.

Pomni faked a surprised face. “ There was a script? Geez, oh man, my bad!” she later faked a yawn. “ Wow, would you look at that I’m also, uh, sleepy! So it seems I can’t finish the uh-.. This”

“ You, “ Caine pointed his cane at her the same way a gunman would point a rifle “ Are being difficult.”

Pomni, in response, just panicked and shrugged. “ Well, I-”

“ But I suppose you’re right, it is quite late.  I wouldn’t want you attending the shows tired… again.” Caine got off the bed and floated off. He snapped, and the blanket draped over Pomni, drowning her in the bed sheets. “ Sleep tight, dear! It’s another day tomorrow, etc. etc. I will be visiting you a little earlier tomorrow to fix you a new wardrobe.” 

“ Wh-?? Then what’s with the-???” she gestured towards her current clothes that he so meticulously chosen out. 

Caine laughed. “ Oh don’t be silly!  Those were for my eyes only! And-- the audience’s if they so pleased. But for now, it's mine.” Caine snapped his fingers and Pomni was back to her normal ballet dress, but more plain and comfortable, but equally pleasing to many eyes.

“ …ARE YOU KIDDING M-”

“ Good night!”

SHUT!

Caine left with a small smile on his face. Sometimes he finds joy in being a bit of a nuisance. He pulled out his hand watch once again and found that it alerted him about errors within the system. 

She scoffed and summoned an old-timey rotary dial. 

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

“ You’ve reached Able.AI’s communication line! If you are an audience member or a performer: requests and complaints will be held off due to family emergencies. If you're my foul, besotted, temperish, fool of a brother: don’t call this line again! Thank you!” 

… Despite how ridiculous that was, Caine couldn’t help but chuckle. Ohh that was the cherry on top of that perfect day. Nonetheless, Caine AI, you have technical difficulties to tend to. Was today worth all the extra work? Yes. Yes, it was.

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quick doodle of pomni doing her best to pick up ragatha ... i believe in her despite her flimsy arms

[stxrrwritess]

‘need some help?’

jax (the amazing digital circus) x reader smut

MINORS DNI !!

warnings : masturbation, hate fucking, porn w little to no plot, penis in vagina sex, reader is afab, slight degradation (use of slut & whore), creampie, probably ooc

words : 1,177

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Ever since appearing in this god forsaken circus, you and Jax have had constant back and forth bickering. It’s not to say you hated him, hate is a strong word. But, he definitely knew how to push your buttons and you couldn’t help but want to rip his head off sometimes.

You were in the main hall of the circus, talking to Ragatha while wandering around. You two had become pretty close since you got trapped in the circus. As you were walking, you were suddenly tripped over, falling flat onto your face. You looked up to see who the culprit was. Of course, it was Jax. Your face grew red with anger and embarrassment, as you picked yourself off the ground and dusted yourself off. “Oh, heya, toots. Didn’t see ya there, was jus’ stretchin’ my leg.” He grinned that shit eating grin, chuckling. You pointed an accusatory finger at him, as you spoke through gritted teeth, “You did that on purpose, asshole.” Before you could get another word in, Ragatha placed her hand on your shoulder, an indication that it wasn’t worth the fight. You sighed, and Jax walked off smugly. “Ugh. What a dick.” You grumbled under your breath, huffing as you crossed your arms. Ragatha seemed way too nonchalant with what had just happened, laughing softly. “Oh, come on Y/N. We all know you have a thing for him. Why don’t you just get it over with and tell him?” She asked, cocking a brow. You were gobsmacked. You? Like him? You batted your hand dismissively, a soft ‘psh’ sound escaping your mouth. “As if, Rags. You have to be kidding me. You couldn’t pay me to have any sort of feeling for him other than complete and utter dislike.”

What a lie.

Later that night, or rather, later (you couldn’t really tell the time in the digital circus. It was always a clash between both times.) You were in your room. You couldn’t help but think about what had happened earlier, and how Ragatha seemed to see right through your façade. All of the other residents were in the main hall, ‘eating’ a feast that Bubble had prepared after one of Caine’s silly adventures, and you had decided to sit this one out. Despite not even being allowed to curse in the digital circus, you wanted to experiment. You had made sure your door was locked, and slyly slinked your hand into your panties. Huh. The devs must be some sort of pervs, because you definitely felt something. You slid a finger into your heat, gasping softly at this oh so familiar feeling you hadn’t felt since getting stuck here. You began pumping your finger in and out, before adding a second. You were getting close to the edge, when you heard the doorknob of your door jiggle.

Jax had assumed you were with everyone else in the main hall, and thought it’d be funny to play a little prank on you. He jiggled your door open with one of his many keys, only to find you inside with your blanket loosely thrown over you, your eyes wide as you tried to wipe your slick into the covers. “Jax? What the fuck? What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice shaky as you panted slightly. “I-Uh, I thought you were with everyone else.” He stammered a little, feeling caught off guard to have walked in on you. He didn’t even know doing.. that was possible here. Guess you’d proven him wrong. You glared at him, wondering why he hadn’t left yet. He did the complete opposite, taking a step into your room and closing the door behind him, placing a hand on his hip. He chuckled dryly, looking you up and down as his grin grew wider. “You seriously gettin’ off in here while everyone else eats? What a whore.” He snickered, as he sauntered over to your bed. It’d be a lie to say the degradation didn’t make slick ooze down your naked thighs. “Need some help?”

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“F-Fuck, Jax!” You whined breathily underneath him. Jax had you bent over, one hand supporting your waist up and the other tangled in your hair. His dick (that he just realised he’d had) slammed into you at a rough pace, and he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t want your friends to hear you being stuffed full of the guy you pretend to hate, do you?” He moved one of his hands to cover your drool covered mouth with a laugh. You were barely able to form coherent thoughts, as a string of censored curses fell out of your mouth and soft gasps. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, before he suddenly pulled out. You were about to protest, before he flipped you over onto your back. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and shoved himself back into you, this new angle doing wonders, hitting all the right spots inside of you. “Fuck, s’too much!” You felt tears prick in your eyes as he kept jackhammering into you like an animal in heat, his dick hitting much deeper now. “Take it, slut. That’s right, milk my cock.” He grunted, as he continued fucking into you, his pace staggering slightly. He leaned down, latching his lips onto your neck as he began to mark you. You knew everyone would see it tomorrow, but that was the least of your worries at this point. “You’re such a little whore , y’know that? Pretendin’ ya hate me, but I know ya were thinkin’ bout me when ya were in here gettin’ yerself off. Admit it.” His voice was strained as he panted into your ear. You could barely form the words, all that as coming out was, “Y-Yes, I was, j-just don’t stop!” You begged, your hands finding his back, scratching him slightly as you tried to hold on. He took that too literally, as he picked up his pace once more. “C-Close. I’m close, Jax.” You moaned into his ear, before coming undone around him. He kept thrusting in and out, fucking you through your orgasm until he came inside you. He stopped, as he rode out his own climax, filling you up in the process. He had his head in the crook of your neck, and you could feel his hot breath on your skin as he finished. “Haah, fuck, toots, didn’t take ya for a slut.” He said with a slight laugh, before pulling out of you and laying next to you on the bed. “Soo.. Still hate me?” He snickered, and you gave him a little too hard of a nudge to the stomach. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t push your luck before I kick you out.” You grumbled, but cuddled up against him all the same. “Fine. I was gonna offer to help you out more often, but guess not.” He teased, as he put an arm around you.

Maybe you two didn’t hate each other that much after all.

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a/n : first smut fic i’ve ever written ! apologies if it was lowkey bad i just felt goofy . i’ll probably start getting more active on here but don’t hold me to that bcs i always forget i even have a tumblr page LOL

anyways hope you enjoyed 💥

[bearzas-art]

Kinger Can't Sleep

Paring: Kinger (TADC) x Reader Type: Platonic, fluff-ish Word Count: 987

Reader's gender is vague :P

Enjoy the result of my raging autism

Today had been a long day. You haven’t been in the circus for a while so you’re still getting used to the shenanigans and your digital body. Oddly enough, you found Ragatha to be right about the routine of going to sleep every night being calming in a way. After slipping under the covers you close your eyes. You feel your head sinking into your pillow as you start to relax before hearing a soft knock and your door creaking open a crack.

“Psst… Psst! Hey y/n, are you awake?” It was the voice of Kinger, a tall king chess piece in a purple robe with white fur that had black spots on the edges. Although your bedroom was dark, the light in the hallway allowed you to see Kinger peeking his head into your bedroom. You sit up in bed and rub your eyes tiredly while mumbling softly to yourself.

“Yeah… I’m awake.” You mutter before yawning softly. After letting your eyes adjust to the darkness you noticed Kinger seemed nervous. Sure he’s always nervous, but right now he seemed like he was more nervous than normal.  “Did you need something?” With that question, Kinger put up his index finger and hesitated before responding.

“Okay, well… I’ve got a bit of a problem.” He pauses and quickly looks behind him. His gaze locks back onto yours while rubbing his hands together nervously before continuing. “I can’t- I can’t fall asleep! No matter what I do I just- it isn’t working. I need your help. Please please please can you help me?!” He started to sound more frantic as he begged you to help. What? Why is he begging me of all people to help him sleep? What am I supposed to do?

“Okay, okay! Just… calm down, please. I need to think of something.” You prop your head up with your hand, wracking your brain of ways to make people sleep. Maybe he needs something he can’t do on his own? But what would help that he’d need-

“AAAA!” You jumped and let out a short scream in response to Kinger’s sudden yell. Clutching your chest, you look and Kinger with wide eyes. He returns the wide eyed gaze, the awkward silence filling the air. The tension could be cut with a knife.

“What was that for?!” You asked in slight annoyance. Kinger shook slightly before responding. “Sorry! Sorry about that. I um, you were quiet for so long. I thought maybe you left.” What? How does that even- whatever. I need to think of a solution before he scares the s#!% out of me again. “Alright, well how about I tuck you in?” Kinger stares at you silently for a moment, making you feel a little nervous. “What do you mean?” He asks quickly. You let out a soft sigh and get up from your bed, walking over to the door. Kinger quickly backs away a bit and looks down at you. You grab his hand, making his eyes widen more. His gaze quickly shifts from your face to your hands.

“Here, I’ll do it for you.” You and Kinger start walking down the large hallway. This felt weird, like you were the older one and not him. You were too tired to dwell on the fact that you were holding his hand and practically pulling him back to his bedroom. If this comes up in conversation, it’s for future me to deal with. You thought to yourself.

Once you both get to Kinger’s bedroom you let go of his hand and stand with him in front of the doorway. His bedroom is fairly dark as well, the only things he has is his bed, a dresser, and a framed picture of his wife Queenie. He stands there nervously rubbing his hands while his eyes dart around the room. You gesture towards his bed, expecting him to get in. “Oh, right.” He chuckles a bit to himself while walking over to his bed and laying down. What decisions have I made that brought me to tucking in a man in his 40s? You ask yourself.You walk over to the side of his bed, tucking in the nearest side of his bed then leaning over and tucking the far side. While pulling your arm back, Kinger suddenly grabs your arm and keeps it draped over his body.

“Wh- what the heck? Why did you grab my arm?” You ask quickly in confusion. Your eyebrows knit together and you look around the bed before looking back at Kinger. He mumbles something incoherently then lets out a deep sigh, his eyes already closed. Wow, that was quick. You thought. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Since it seemed he’s been riding the line between just being insane and abstracting, it’s nice seeing him so calm. Though it doesn’t help that he’s clinging onto your arm.

You try to gently get your arm out of his surprisingly tight grasp to no avail. You tried pulling your arm away but he started to gumble in his sleep. You stopped in hopes he’d stay asleep, but assumed that if you did pull your arm away you’d have to deal with his hands being attached to you still. Admitting defeat, you slowly try to lower yourself on the ground while keeping your arm on Kinger. 

Great, now I’m not gonna get any sleep. You thought to yourself as you sat on his floor, your side pressed up against his bed. You let out a sigh, trying your best to be quiet. After admitting defeat, you rest you head on your shoulder, using it as a pillow. Hopefully you can still get some sleep. Of course you don’t really need it, but it would be nice. After a while of sitting there your eyelids start to feel heavier. Yawning softly and closing your eyes, you start to drift to sleep.