This AU is based on Omegaverse!!

You were working a fairly peaceful job as a coffee shop worker; every day was the same. But lately, in the last few weeks, you'd heard about a macabre circus that was making people disappear—at least, that's what the rumors said.

But one day, while you were on your way to work, carrying some omega pills in your backpack because of your constant heat—you were quite mature now, and your body needed an alpha—you didn't think much of it at all until you heard a man hit one of the clowns in the middle of the street. The red clown fell to the ground, injured and dejected, but unable to defend himself, dropping his flyers to promote his circus.

That's when you defended Pierrot the clown from the man, even tending to his wounds and treating him with such kindness that Pierrot became obsessed with you.

He was over two meters tall, clearly an alpha

Since then, you two have been inseparable. You worked, he visited you, flirted with you, sought your attention, and watched you from afar like a stalker, even though he was also a Yandere, killing anyone who mistreated you or tried to get too romantic with you during his circus performances

You also visited him at night to watch him dance, as it was his main act

But several months had passed since then. Pierrot and you had become an official couple, despite the disapproval of the other demon clowns in the circus. Pierrot didn't care, determined to be with you and protect you as his omega

Of course, it wasn't all roses and romance. Harlequin was there to ruin Pierrot's plans, another clown, but in green, the most flirtatious and perverted, but also an alpha, although weaker than Pierrot and Even so, Pierrot kept him away from you, even stabbing him, but since both were demons, simple tricks had no effect on him.

Today, an ordinary day after a long night shift, you find Pierrot lying on your bed, rubbing himself against your pillow, his scent still in his throat. He's moaning, his cheeks flushed, looking a mess, until he freezes when you walk in, a little embarrassed by his situation.

"My lord," Pierrot says, his yellow pupils visible through his white mask. He stares at you, his eyes obsessed with you, his fists clenched into the pillow, his sharp claws almost scratching it, his teeth grinding, ready to bite, but he holds back.

He was in heat