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"His attachment isn’t like Ragatha’s with her sugar sweet words and constant check-ins. It isn’t like Zooble’s occasionally soft-spoken words that didn’t match up with their usual gruff off-putting demeanor. No, Jax’s attachment was something less obvious, but extremely meaningful to the lavender hare. It’s eyes constantly being on her, taking notice of every small thing from her expressive face to her nervous pulling at the pompoms decorating her outfit. It’s his poking and prodding at her body to see all of what it can do. It’s his ears constantly being trained to her voice, the small changes in her tones from the various stimuli that the circus provides. "
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Jax stalks Pomni. That's it. That's the fic.
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12 Sep 2025
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After their argument, Jax is struggling to keep the mask intact and Pomni isn't giving him any space to breathe.
Struggling with his feelings and thrown into an adventure where he has no escape, he has to face her and himself.Bookmarked by CrimsonTooth
11 Sep 2025
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How to Trap a Rabbit by Butterfly_in_a_storm
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
11 Sep 2025
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10 Sep 2025
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Some of this is smut, some of this is what I genuinely believe will be covered in Episode 7. Read at risk of potential(?) spoilers(?).
Caine gives everybody the ability to have sex without telling them because he's an asshole. Sex ensues.
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10 Sep 2025
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We Were Wrecks Before We Fell Into Each Other by gardenbathtub
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
09 Sep 2025
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It was only two days after the gun adventure, two days after their fight, two days after Jax was sure he’d ruined everything, that Pomni sat next to him again. Not just at meals when everyone’s seats were practically assigned by an unspoken routine of weeks-months-years-built habit that was rarely strayed from, not just in adventures when Caine’s powers and the circumstances they were subjected to forced close proximity, but by choice, by purpose, by want.
She’d interrupted his failing efforts to let the ceiling's migraine-inducing neon colors drive the endless stream of thoughts out of his mind by carefully sitting next to him. She was kind enough to leave a little over a foot of space between them, but he could still feel the way the cushion dipped under her weight, still hear the deafeningly soft jingle of the bells on her hat as she settled, still taste the nauseating self-loathing bitterness her presence stained his mouth with as the memory of everything he’d said to her bubbled up in his throat like bile.
OR After their fight, Pomni keeps finding ways to be near Jax, never saying anything, just existing next to him. At the end of another long shift at Spudsy's, they finally talk.
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09 Sep 2025