Domestic headcanons with the circus crew please? Your wedding headcanons made me curious about what comes next…
of course!!
the original was in 'reaction' format as the troupe is too many characters for my limit on headcanons, so I stuck with that format here!
anyway......... MY BABIES!!!!!
this is assuming reader already has a house and all their chosen circus babe has to do is move on in :)
Wot, y’ think she’s gonna be some perfect, li’l, delicate flower of a wife, stayin’ at home, mendin’ y’r clothes? As if… ugh. She craves domesticity more than she wants to admit to craving it, but she also doesn’t really know how to settle. Most of her life has been spent going, going, going, and she struggles to do anything resembling relaxing. Of course, not that any kind of housework is relaxing. It’s just so different to have you there trying to provide for her, something which means she doesn’t need to fight to survive anymore. She has time to be idle. She doesn’t know what to do with it, other than to do what the circus needs, then come home and… kiss you as soon as you walk in the door. She’s almost bored without you, after she’s done with her own work! One thing she loves is to lie in bed with you at night, head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. For once, for once in her Goddamn life, she feels at peace.
Alright, well, he’s got the spouse of ‘is dreams, so… now wot? ‘Ow does bein’ married actually work?? He’d honestly assume it was a lot like his life before, just with the difference that he comes home to you instead of going to a lonely tent when it’s time to sleep. Maybe that’s what it’s like in the beginning, until he understands that he doesn’t have to work so hard anymore. As much as he’s dedicated to his family, they all urge him to go the hell home for a bit since he’s someone’s husband now. He still does his shows, just perhaps not every single night. It’s… nice. To have a little rest. To know that things are going to be taken care of instead of wondering. To know that when you get home, you’ll kiss him, and hug him, and the two of you don’t have to worry if you have enough to eat or if it’s warm enough to sleep. He feels so secure, and that’s what allows his self-confidence to blossom. He even discovers some new hobbies!
Would y’ look at this, they’re someone’s wife! God, there ain’t no way they could ever be ‘appier. This is what they’ve always wanted, since they were old enough to know they wanted it. The idea of having a home to go, one physical place which doesn’t change location every couple of months, it’s a feeling of stability they didn’t even know they needed. It’s something that excites them, getting to be married to you and do all the things that married people do. Of course, they blush a bit and try to curb their excitement after your reaction to them asking, “When do y’ think y’ll be ready f’r a baby??” Haha, oops. Well, they still like being married. They feel so normal and more in love with you than ever. They stretch out in bed while they wait for you to get home, they rummage in the pantry every so often… they tackle you with a hug when you get back! Oh, and they also assume the other members of the troupe are welcome, so you might be having sleepovers. It’s not so bad; they’ve never been happier, and they make sure to tell you so at least once a day.
Heh, goodness… it all seems like so much fuss, aye? Gettin’ tae be off the circus grounds f’r a bit? He’d be just as happy to set you up in a new tent and call it your house… and he might play a joke wherein he makes you think he’s doing just that. However, he’s also grateful that you want to share a home with him, somewhere that’s yours. He loves his family, but even he has to admit that sometimes a little peace is nice. A few hours where he doesn’t have to play ringleader or have his strings pulled by the Baron or pretend he’s anything more or less than what he is; a simple man who feels, often and deeply. To be allowed free reign of the house while you’re gone is a maddening amount of leash for someone who’s been on such a short one. He ends up not doing much, maybe trying to read… if you happen to have a piano in the house, he attempts to play. You probably come home to find him hitting sour notes and laughing at himself, but he seems quite happy to be doing so. He always greets you with a kiss, even if he has to go back to the circus for a bit. Also, pet names galore, even more than when you were just dating. Much as he would prefer to pretend otherwise, married life suits him.
So, well… ‘ow’s a big man like ‘im s’posed to have any kinda domestic life? ‘S almos’ a guarantee ev’rythin’ y’ got’s too small f’r ‘im. Of course, he likes the idea. It’s not something he talks about much, but it’s definitely something he thinks about quite a bit. Like most of the troupe, he craves to be normal, and part of that means married life. He may be in for a pleasant surprise if he finds that you’ve got more things than expected which are able to accommodate him; a bigger bed, rooms where he doesn’t have to crouch so as not to hit his head on the ceiling, things that a lot of people don’t even really consider. Though, he’s restless without much to do. He can read a little bit, so if you have any books, he thumbs through them. He absolutely ends up going back to the fairgrounds for a while — only for his family to chase him out with teasing, “Oi, get back ‘ome f’r a bit, we’re fine!” His favorite is when he gets to curl up in bed with you, snuggling, feeling like he’s… just a person sleeping next to their spouse. It’s the best rest he’s gotten in his whole life, and he can’t believe he’s going to get to do this every night.
Fuck, y’ think ‘e wants somethin’ like that? All soft ‘n’ shite? God, y’ better not expect ‘im t’ dress up ‘r go t’ parties ‘r anythin’. He’s not really sure what this kind of life entails. He knows what a marriage is supposed to be, but, surely you can’t want anything like that with him, can you? It’s not the kind of thing he’s really good at. Not only is he worried that he’ll be a bad husband, he also drives himself insane with boredom whilst you’re not home. He tries to relax, and it goes about as well as you’d expect. As long as there’s no pressing business at the circus, he might bring Wendy over to poke around the house. The more he looks around, the more he finds that things are… actually sort of set up for him. There are little hidden tricks that make it easier for him to reach things or what have you. It’s a reminder that this isn’t just your home anymore, it’s his home as well. He eventually settles into it, as much as he can. It’s… not so bad, really. Maybe he’s alright at this whole being married thing, after all.
(What are we meant to do in this house all day? Lay around by the fire and get fat?) Well, everyone could use a bit more rest, Goethe. If you want to take care of him and all his friends, why shouldn’t they all accept your kindness? You… love him, for whatever reason, and you love his pets. He’s always incredibly shy about letting you give him things, even when those things are simply a safe place to live, food, and a sense of security. He’s thankful! He’s just — it’s — he finds it so hard to believe that he’s married to someone now, that he has a house to live. He doesn’t want to completely abandon the circus, they’re his family. But… how wonderful, for another person to want him. For you to desire his company all the time, so much so that he gets to have a permanent home. Quite honestly, he does absolutely nothing all day. He goes to the circus for an hour or so after you first head out, then he comes back and curls up by the fire. If you have a library, he brings books down to read. It’s all like the best dream he’s ever had… especially once you come home. Your embrace is warmer than any fire, and he can easily fall asleep to your voice reading to him.
This is… good God, ain’t this way too much f’r someone like ‘er? Wot’s she s’posed t’ do t’ make a ‘ouse a ‘ome, anyway? She’s so confused by it all, even though she’s excited to be a wife. It’s just that she doesn’t really know how to be one. You’ll hopefully encourage her with the reminder that, literally, all she needs to do to ‘be a wife’ is to be married to you. Still, she’s taken her turns at cooking and mending clothes in the circus like everyone has, so she tries a little of that when you’re not home. She’s probably best at sewing, although she does invite her brother over often and he distracts her. Not to mention, she misses her family a lot, so she goes to the fairgrounds while waiting for you to get back. One of her favorite things is when she’s cooking, and you come home… and come up behind her, to pull her into a dance as you hum some tune. It’s soft and sweet, and she feels just like another person when she’s with you. Even though she’ll never stay at home all the time, she’ll never abandon her family… making a home with you is something she’s always wanted, and now that she’s finally getting to do it, she couldn’t be happier figuring out what her new life is going to be like.
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Oh. Just read your post about child reader for characters who are traumatized and my first thought was….reactions for a child reader who is considered to have some form of disability and doesn’t fit in in general society, befriending the circus troupe and them hanging out with said child, before realizing they have friends their age who are considered “normal” by their standards and that these friends and their parents actually help and care for disabled child reader like it’s the most natural thing in the world and can even lightly joke about it with the reader.
Like, if the readers friends were questioned why they go so far to help and include them, they would just say something like, “but they’re our friend. Isn’t that what friends do?”
Gah. Basically what they needed as kids 😭🥺💕
noooo haha don't make me cry- XD
Fuckin’ ‘ell, make ‘er cry, why don’t y’?! It’s so difficult for her to swallow down any visceral reaction about this, because… well… it’s true. That kind of support was what she and her family needed and didn’t get when they were younger. (In some ways, they still need it now.) While there’s a part of her which automatically distrusts the situation, worried that your friends and their parents are trying to take advantage of you in some way, the part of her that still has hope wins out. This is a wonderful things that’s happening, and she’s happy for you. Even though she’ll try to help you as best she can, it’s a relief that other people with possibly more resources want to help you, too.
Lord, God, it’s… times are changin’, ain’t they? This is the first time he’s seen someone like you being really, truly accepted by people in ‘normal’ society. Not only that, you have friends who understand that you might have some limits, and their parents understand too, and… they help you. They help you without looking down on you and they treat you like a person, not some half-a-person like the world treated him and his family. It warms his heart more than he knows how to express. That’s it; all your other friends get rides on his back just like you do!! He’s just… he’s glad that even when he can’t be there to help you, you have other people.
Wow… would y’ look at that? That’s somethin’ else! They’re very impressed by the ease with which these other children and their parents have just… taken you in as one of their own. Even Freckles themself was a cheerful and somewhat carefree child despite their circumstances, but this is on a whole other level. You don’t ever need to worry, because you’ve got them and your other friends and their parents to look after you. They all love you, and Freckles is over the moon to see you having good relationships with so-called ‘normal’ people. To them, it means that things in society are getting better. You’ve got people behind you to give you plenty of support… and, for the record, Freckles is delighted to be one of those people!
Well, well, now… that’s a sigh’ f’r sore eyes. As if ‘e’s ever seen anythin’ like that before. The discovery hits him like a punch to the stomach, except in the best way possible given how hard emotions always hit him. For their whole lives, he and his family were cast out from the world because of the things that were supposedly ‘wrong’ with them. Then here you are, with so many people who care about you and they don’t think anything’s wrong with you. They just see a person, not someone who’s missing parts or too big or too small or whatever it is. Around you, he just smiles… in private, the first time it actually fully registers with him, he cries. He didn’t have that sort of thing when he was young. You do. The future is going to be better than the past he grew up in, thank God.
That’s… incredible. It’s like nothin’ ‘e’s ever seen before, ‘n’ thank God f’r it. He doesn’t even have a word for how it makes him feel, although he’s never really been a man of many words anyway. To see other people treating you so well, as if there’s not a thing that’s out of the ordinary about you, tugs at his heart. For most of his family, it was unavoidable; they were all so physically disabled, nobody could pretend something wasn’t off about them. He’s almost moved to tears when he realizes that you have other friends, ‘conventional’ people who treat you like one of them… because you are one of them. The world is getting better, bit by bit. He’s honored to be a witness to it, firsthand.
Fuckin’… wot… is ‘e seein’ wot ‘e thinks ‘e’s seein’?? Honestly, he finds it hard to believe, even though he wants to believe it. People like that don’t really care about people like you — people like you, people like him. His family know what it’s like. None of them ever had such overwhelming support; what is it about you that people want to accept you like that? He doesn’t understand that it just so happens, your friends and their parents are good people. He never ran into any good people, not the way you have. He’s happy for you, of course, that he and his sister don’t have to be the only ones who are nice to you… but he also can’t help being a little jealous. What you have is something the little boy he used to be aches to have had.
(Oh, (Name) has such good friends! Can you imagine?) Well… no, he can’t really, Donne. He wishes he could, though. The only way Snake can even sort of imagine it is to think about what he has with his family. If he’d met them all earlier, he might have something similar to what you have. Even then, nobody in ‘normal’ society would have taken him in like your friends and their parents have. To see these people treating you like just another person, without any kind of inclination that they think you’re different in a deeply terrible, irreconcilable way… it’s almost healing to a part of him. While he’ll always happily support you and be your friend, he’s relieved that he isn’t your only friend.
Goodness, it’s almos’ unthinkable, ain’t it? T’ see other people jus’… bein’ ‘appy t’ be with y’. She’s so used to thinking something is wrong with her and her family, even though you knows there’s not, that she’s terrified when she first sees these other people around you. A big part of her believes they’re hurting or exploiting you in some way. When she sees that isn’t the case… she’s shocked. These people just take you as you are? Differences and all? It doesn’t bother them? Much like her brother, she has some envy about it… mostly she’s happy for you. If you’ve found other people who accept you, who give you help and love without being patronizing, she’s glad. Your life will be better for it, and hopefully, you won’t have to suffer the way she and her family have.
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