sooo Columbina and Arlecchino with a female darling they are possessive of and has long hair? maybe like a new harbinger darling and childe just won't stop challenging her and something that gets on arlecchino's nerves more than columbinas even pantalone talks to the new harbinger sometimes with gifts in hand just to piss off arlecchino
hnnggg y’all know the harbingers are my fav in this game <3 this’ll keep a similar theme to the hair-brushing-doll fic for arlecchino that i wrote previously, just bc i thought it fit :]
arlecchino and columbina — devil take the hindmost
warnings : sfw, female reader, mentioned to have long hair ( enough to brush ), feat. childe and pantalone, themes of possession / jealousy / and “jokes” of capivity , columbina has ‘truth’ powers similar to aponia
“that’s lady signora’s melody, isn’t it?”
“indeed.” arlecchino smiled a bit when she answered you, lips curling up in a moment of slight tranquility at the mention of the late harbinger—one could almost believe she was kind. and with the same grievance, the third harbinger continued to hum such sweet notes from behind you, amidst her fingers threading through the strands of your hair. “columbina knows it by heart.”
the third harbinger made no response, instead choosing to continue humming behind you, dainty fingers threading through your locks. the vocals parting via sealed lips were gentle-sounding, very much like her own appearance. gentle… you’ve come to learn that columbina succeeded in deception.
“where did these come from?”
arlecchino knew no boundaries as she lifted up your wrist with undeniable force. those keen eyes of hers bore only a battlefield, and it was no different when the slashes on pupils matched the faint lines and scratches on the underside of your wrist.
looks like hiding them was no use.
“so unsightly…” columbina mumbled. and it was the first and only thing she’s said to you all day—choosing to only comment in distaste when her play-doll was marked up.
arlecchino glared. “they looked stiched.” the room almost felt colder. “expertly, so. as if a certain doctor did them.” the silence already bit at your stomach. they don’t like it when other people make modifications to what they claim as their own. “it seems like someone here got them in a rush.”
those wretched eyes were settled on you now. and you would’ve avoided them, had not columbina so gracefully clenched her fist at your hair, forcing you to look up. “tell me, who gave these to you?”
you would’ve lied under a guise of self-infliction, you really would’ve. but it was almost as if the mental, twisted powers of the angel behind you hammered nails down your tongue, forcing you to spit out the bloody truth of your comrade.
“childe.” his name felt dry against your throat. “he wanted to spar, and i got hurt.”
arlecchino’s eyes shifted darkly. and somehow—in some sick, decaying way—you wished the bore a look of sympathy. but she would never give anything of the sort, no. only anger fueled from selfishness that someone else would make their mark.
“o, dearest of knights,” columbina sweetly muttered against your hair, calling out the attention of her other harbinger companion. “you haven’t noticed yet another grotesque addition to our darling.”
as arlecchino’s eyes dipped downwards towards your neck, the air in your lungs suddenly restricted.
“a golden accessory dangling from her neck,” columbina whispered so ghastly disapprovingly. “there’s only one man i know who would gift such an expensive, yet tasteless piece of jewelry…”
arlecchino scoffed, “so shes flocking along with the men of our ranks now, is that what is happening?” she seemed enraged. to witness this demented side of her was no matter to take lightly with a temper like hers; it would actually make you thankful of the kind hand that was still choking your airflow,—for if it was arlecchino’s torn, inked monstrous of a hand, your skin would be in shreds by now.
“w…wait…” you croaked out through shallow, constricted breaths. the thin fingers of the third harbinger felt like sharp spider webs at your skin. “please… let me explain…”
“explain well, foolish one,” said the harbinger behind you.
“they’re… just my friends…”
—which was truly, a completely idiotic thing to say. but you were exasperated as it was not even a lie. childe just wanted a friendly spar, simple as that. he would get dottore to stitch your wounds to avoid this exact occurrence from happening. and, pantalone really just gave you this necklace as a welcoming gift for joining the harbinger ranks.
and yet, the chain of that same gold necklace was being clawed at by the knave. she did not care whether she tore at the skin of your collarbone, or at the pout of columbina—all she cared was to tear that accessory to crumbling chains on the hard floor.
“my knight,” columbina frowned, and you took a gasp of breath as her hand suddenly loosened. “you’ve shaken her up. look, our darling is trembling, and her blood is dripping to the new clothes i just dressed her in…”
shaking? were you really trembling so much in the third harbinger’s arms?
“to hell with it,” arlecchino scowled. “if she thinks she can be oh-so good friends with the others, then she better learn to take a scar that damned doctor cannot stitch.”
“but i want her to all clean and pretty for us,” columbina whined. “so mean… i can’t play with a doll that’s covered in her blood…”
a doll… that’s all you were to them. not a fellow member of the fatui, or even a harbinger.
it was times like these you missed lady signora—these cold, chilling nights when columbina returned to humming the late harbinger’s tune and cleaning you up.
but not for kindness, no. just for display.
hi hi i’m still here !! i just left tumblr for a little bit because honestly it did not feel rewarding or worth it to post when no one—like not even my friends—can see my fics since they get labeled so fast… 😭
but we’ll work on it, or i’ll just give up and make a new blog LOLOLOL
you sat with columbina (or well as you and the knave arlecchino called her, 'bina' ) laying yourselves on rosalyne's coffin, oh how you missed her so... as arlecchino put it, the men were so self absorbed into their own work only caring about themselves they didn't see 3 harbingers and their lover was suffering... you watched as one of rosalyne's moths flew onto her coffin. by now the rest of the harbingers had left apart from; arlecchino, sandrone and columbina. the moth managed to manoeuvre its way into the coffin and it begin to glow and the lid moved and ... she. she arose.. your lover, your firefly (cringy as it is she secretly liked being called it) was alive... you leaped to her and hugged her. she kissed you and chuckled, stroking your hair and mumbling sweet nothings and words such as "my love i missed you so, there is no need to grieve now. i am home". the others quickly made their way to her side and had so many questions as they all took turns kissing and hugging.
this was the reunion you all never thought would happen.
your happy ending
a/n: sorry this is messy and not proofread im trying to give content out for yall while melting in the current english heatwave whilst having headaches etc
oh once these 3 snatched you up they'll never let you go;
the knave aka arlecchino,,
she is the type of person who will make it known to EVERYONE. who you belong to, she doesn't have patience to give out freely to subordinates of the other harbingers if they dare insult or start a rumor about your relationship. she loves to be rough, whether it be pulling on the collar you had on that the marionette gave you or roughly grabbing your chin and kissing you hard till you lose breath, she enjoyed it oh so much.
the marionette aka sandrone;
a sort of quiet one, very observant of the way arlecchino treats you, and oh she finds a sort of delight in seeing you whine for the knave, yet she also may want to be so soft and caring, just for her little puppet, she has you wrapped around her finger (like most things). but when she's rough... oh that means you have angered her or atleast someone has, she'll use you till you can barely form a sentence.
the damselette aka columbina;
well well... now when the damselette has you, you are treated like royalty, with praises, her braiding your hair and giving you hair clips to match hers, she loves you so and will do anything to keep you safe.
oh once these 3 snatched you up they'll never let you go;
the knave aka arlecchino,,
she is the type of person who will make it known to EVERYONE. who you belong to, she doesn't have patience to give out freely to subordinates of the other harbingers if they dare insult or start a rumor about your relationship. she loves to be rough, whether it be pulling on the collar you had on that the marionette gave you or roughly grabbing your chin and kissing you hard till you lose breath, she enjoyed it oh so much.
the marionette aka sandrone;
a sort of quiet one, very observant of the way arlecchino treats you, and oh she finds a sort of delight in seeing you whine for the knave, yet she also may want to be so soft and caring, just for her little puppet, she has you wrapped around her finger (like most things). but when she's rough... oh that means you have angered her or atleast someone has, she'll use you till you can barely form a sentence.
the damselette aka columbina;
well well... now when the damselette has you, you are treated like royalty, with praises, her braiding your hair and giving you hair clips to match hers, she loves you so and will do anything to keep you safe.
