A Most Grotesque Display (jobros x fem!reader circus au)

7- paper spiders

(Y/n) slung herself onto her bed, her tantrum having melted into a less-violent version of itself with Avdols help... which went on for two hours. "...He just gets on my damn nerves. He's so annoying, too!

"I know, I know..." He cooed, sitting right next to her on the mattress and having her head lean on his shoulder. "But you have to understand he's just looking out for us. We don't want what happened to Kakyoin happen to anyone else."

"I understand, but Bucciarati was the one that told me that I could go over there!"

"You were already aware he didn't mean it."

"Even if I was, he still sounded like he was looking forward to me getting killed-"

"Who's Kakyoin?" A voice interrupted, a pink head of hair popping into the little room. "Ah- sorry! I didn't know you were with someone, I can come back later!"

The magician sighed and picked up her head from where it leaned on Avdols shoulder, not catching the low, needy whine he let out when their bodies separated. "You're fine, my love, what is it you need?"

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Yes, now out with it!"

"W-well, Okuyasu said I should go over these costume ideas with you to see which you would prefer me to have as your assistant." Yasuho babbled, shakily pushing the little stack of papers in (Y/n)s direction. "These are the options he gave me."

A gloved hand reached out to snatch the papers from her grasp, the anger pumping through her veins clearly having yet to leave. 

While (Y/n) looked through the options, Yasuho found her eyes wandering around her room like little mice, running over everything in detail to take it all in. It's as they say, you can tell quite a bit about a persons personality based on their room... or had she made that up?

Tucked in the corner of the room was a little desk with an assortment of origami animals loitered all about it. Some were sticking out of a pen holder or hanging off a little wire strung to the ceiling, others were half-finished and discarded to the side like trash that she didn't bother to throw away.

On the wall above it all were an assortment of posters of all kinds; and by all kinds, I mean they were really just advertisements for her own circus, marking each place they had been. Next to the bundle of papers tacked onto the wall was a little handmade Christmas ornament, and... Is that Bucciaratis face under all of those darts?

"I like the suit, and the dress. The leotard is hideous." (Y/n) hissed, flipping back and forth through the papers. 

Pity. Yasuho actually liked the purple one-piece.

"I prefer if you wear the dress, but I also don't mind if you wear the suit. It makes no difference to me." She continued, handing the stack back to the girl and waving her off. "Let me know if there's anything else I can help you with, Yasuho."

"Yes ma'am!" she left just as quick as she had came, face and body still covered with bandages that hid the scars on her soft, peachy skin.

Once more did (Y/n) and Avdol find themselves alone, heartbeats counting the passing seconds before the magician turned back around and walked over to her desk, picking up one of the little paper spiders and studying it with a keen eye. 

"...Do you think I can ever trust our ringleader again?" She mumbled, almost sadly.

Avdol perked up at the question, surprised she brought up bucciarati on her own, and in a way that didn't sound like she wanted to castrate him. "Well, of course. You both don't need to be back in a relationship to be able to trust one another."