tfc x reader
Hide and Seek - Part 2
Harlequin's ending
A/n: I think it might be time for our favourite green menace.
Sorry it took me so long to get back guys, really appreciate ya'll checking in:)
Enjoy:)
Summary: this is a continuation to one of my previous posts, linked here: tfc X reader hide and seek
Warning: this work is based on an 18+ game, even though my work itself is not very explicit
Tw: stalking kinda?, making out, kissing, biting, references/ allusions to some explicit things, tbh Harlequin is a warning on his own, let me know if missed anything
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You idly walked the street, your guard still up - checking around every corner first and glancing over your shoulder once in a while to ensure you would not get jumped suddenly by any one of your favourite monsters.
But no... So far they did not have much luck finding you. You glanced at your phone - 4:34 and still not caught.
A sigh escapes your lips and a faint inkling of a thought starts worming it's way into your mind.
Your lips stretch into a grin as the half-formed idea takes a more tangible form.
You pull out your phone. 47 unread messages. All from "Green Menace<3"
You gleefully think of riling him up - he does it all the time to you, it's only fair he gets a taste of his own medicine. Besides, with how insistent he has been in his messages to you... It would be downright cruel to completely ignore all of it.
You click on his contact.
You contemplate it a second, but not finding a reason to stop, text him:
You: I don't think you're putting in a lot of effort into capturing me if you have time to compose messages
You hit send and not a second later you get a video call from him.
You roll your eyes, but swipe to pick it up.
His grinning face greets you and there is a nefarious glimmer in his eyes, a malicious tint to his grin.
You furrow your eyebrows trying to figure out why. Trying to pinpoint the reason you feel as if you've just fallen into a trap.
Maybe the whole game is getting to you. Maybe being akin to a prey hunted by those monsters is messing with your head.
His voice quickly draws you out of your thoughts.
"Don't mind my messages, dearest, I'm simply giving you a preview of what me catching you will entail"
You snort at his arrogance, "That is, if you find me"
"Believe me, it's a WHEN I find you"
"Not at this rate you won't"
His eyes glimmer as he intently stares at your face on the screen. You can almost lay a finger on why a certain red alarm is going off in your mind, but his reply chases the thought away
"My my... Is someone getting impatient? Have you finally realised you'd much rather spend the night at my mercy than playing cat and mouse with me?"
"Hah, maybe in your dreams"
You glance around the street, making sure there is no one around you, the alarm bells from before are pounding around your skull overwhelmingly loud.
Harlequin's eyes narrow at your display of nervousness, but he does not comment on it. Instead he picks up the thread of the conversation:
"Oh, I have plenty of dreams with you in the starring role. They are all quite entertaining," his tongue dashes out teasingly, "You know, Jester says we can always make our dreams a reality. Care to help me out?"
"I have dreams of my own. They are usually very devoid of you. So peaceful..." You sigh contentedly.
Harlequin gasps dramatically, leaning away from the screen of the phone and clutching a hand to his chest, "You wound me, dearest. I hope you're prepared for some sweet payback"
You laugh. Over the phone his threats don't seem so real.
"Hope you're prepared for the bitter taste of loss"
Harlequin licks his lips, "Hmm... I'd rather have the sweet taste of you. And by the looks of it... I soon will"
There it is again. The sudden surge of wrongness... You can't help but glance around. Expecting him to be concealed by one of the shadows But no... You're quite alone on the street. And yet... You can't shake a damning feeling that he is right.
Harlequin's smile stretches wider. Your attention snaps back to the video call. The background seems vaguely familiar. Though you mostly pay attention to your own surroundings.
You narrowed your eyes.
Yes... That does look very much like the street you passed what... 2 minutes ago?
You pick up your pace trying to get out of here - trying to increase the distance.
Harlequin notices it. He grins, "Why the rush, dearest? Are you feeling trapped yet?'
Then it hits you. Bastard. Has he been trying to get a good glimpse of your location through the video call this whole time? Judging from his smug expression and self satisfied tone... Yeah. What a dirty trick. And you fell right for it. Unbelievable.
You drop the call and run.
That's your instincts speaking. Run. Don't get caught.
But as you round a corner, you come to a realisation: he'll catch you. He'll catch you no matter how fast you go now. You signed your fate away when you decided to text him. And sealed it shut by picking up his call. It was so obvious in hindsight.
And yet, a tiny part of you, the one buried by competitiveness and common sense wants to be caught. Maybe you do want to indulge in whatever dark fantasy his mind concocted.
You stop.
A smile plays on your lips, not unlike one of Harlequin's.
If he's catching you anyway, might as well make the most of it.
You turn and stroll backwards, towards where you expect your pursuitor to be.
Not a minute later you see him - all wicked smiles and sinful allure.
"My my... What have we got here" he approaches you with a predatory spring in his step. His hand falls on your waist so naturally, dragging over your back as he circles you.
"Is my dear Y/N not going to run? I thought we'd have a little fun before our main attraction... Yet here you are spoiling my entertainment," he grins, not looking disappointed in the slightest.
"So many words, Harlequin... Do you not remember how I got away last time?"
He pushes his body flush against yours from behind, arms wrapping around your torso and his head resting on your shoulder. You feel his breath on your cheek as he whispers:
"Does this count as me catching you, dearest? Or do I need to go further?"
He flicks his tongue out, teasing you. You can't suppress a grin that makes it's way into your face - you can tease just as well.
"Mmm... I don't know, Harlequin, there is a perfectly good wall to get pinned against that is not being used at all right now"
He laughs heartily at your comment. And you can't help but share the grin with him. His mirth can be so contagious.
"How tragic, we must fix that, my dear" he says, pushing your backwards until you hit the brick wall.
His hands brush against the hem of your shirt, before gliding under it and settling on the bare skin of your waist.
"For being at my mercy you do not seem scared at all, little one, aren't you terrified of what I might do, hm?"
You place your hands on his chest, sliding them upwards to rest on his shoulders. Your thumbs slightly reaching to rub his pulse point. He watches your machinations with intensity.
"Maybe I'm right where I want to be? I did not let myself be captured for nothing, Harlequin"
"How I miss when you used to fear me just a tad. It was such a sweet taste, mixed with your desire and intrigue"
He leans in intimately close, the gap between your bodies almost nonexistent.
Your back is against the harsh surface of the brick wall and your eyes are on his venomously green ones. He leans in and there is so much desire, so much hunger in his eyes that they must be mirroring and multiplying yours.
And he is such a tease with how his breath fans your cheek and how his fingers trace patterns up and down the sides of your torso. And each time you lean into his touch, Harlequin pulls back, keeping you on the edge. It was starting to drive you mad.
"If there is something you want, my dear, you should just tell me"
Your eyes narrow.
"Me? Want something? When have I ever?"
"Oh, how sad, is my little darling scared to admit what she wants? To admit that she yearns for me to do all the lewd things I said I would?"
"I'm not scared to admit what I want. And what I want right now is for a certain green menace to curb his smugness and shut up"
"Is that all? How boring, my dear. I think you might be losing the privilege to make requests, if you keep using your words to hurt me like this."
You bite your lip, contemplating your next words. You lean into his personal space, the same way he does so often to you.
"Maybe I also want for the certain someone to kiss me" you smile smugly at him.
"Who am I to deny such a lovely thing pleasure, especially when you plead so sweetly"
He leans in, your lips brushing together, but he does not hurry to close the space between. Teasing, taunting, forcing you to make the final step, to lean into the kiss. And when you do, you can practically feel his grin against your lips.
Harlequin's smugness and contentedness seeps into the kiss. His forked tongue darts out, moving against your lips.
The kiss is heated, setting you aflame. There is so much desire in it, as his tongue slips into your mouth.
He kisses you like a starved man - who knew that just 8 hours of deprivation of your kisses would make him so desperate for your taste? Perhaps you should do it more often...
You pull back and take a breath of the cool air. But Harlequin has no intention of letting you catch your breath, his mouth is against your skin, teeth grazing slightly.
You rake your hand through his hair and hear him mumble something incoherent against your neck in content.
You breath hitches when you feel a sharp, stinging sensation where Harlequin's lips are. It's warm and burning and his tongue is especially soothing there. You tug at his hair and he pulls away with a smirk.
"Something wrong, my dear?"
"You bit me," you say reproachfully.
"Mhm, yes, I enjoyed it quite a lot. I'm sure you did too"
For a brief moment you're rendered speechless by his audacity. But then again, what did you expect? Harlequin is not one for subtle pining.
"Now, how far should I take this, dear?" Harlequin pretends to ponder. His fingers continue tracing patterns under your shirt, against your waist, your stomach, your back.
You can't help but snort: "We both know the answer is further than publicly appropriate"
"You are so very right, dear, I will make you see the colours you haven't even imagined, I will make every fibre of your being call for me as we defile this street"
His hands rake over your back, pulling you intimately close as his tongue dashes out trailing a hot line along your collar bone. He shrugs off his cape, moving his hands to start inching your shirt up.
"Harlequin? I don't think out in the street is the best place for... Whatever you have planned"
"My my... What do I have planned? How lewd of you to assume such things" he draws out, flicking his tongue.
You lean back, giving him your most unimpressed expression:
"I know what your intentions are because I can read. And because you are very descriptive. And I know that if you plan to go all the way through-"
"Believe me, I most certainly am!" He pipes in.
"The street is not the best place for it"
"But it is definitely the more exciting place for it,"
"Jester will have your head for it if you take your mask off now. Or your clothes."
"Must you ruin my fun, dearest?" He goes limp against your shoulder as if your words distraught him so intensely he could barely hold himself upwards, "Must you be saying another one's name when we are so intimately close?" He leans in closer to whisper in your ear, "Do you derive some sick pleasure from my suffering? How cruel."
"If ensuring my partner is not killed by his enraged boss... Then yes, by all means I am"
"Your venom knows no bounds, dearest temptress, making me wait the entirety of the night for this. And even now you try to deny me your taste."
"If you've waited the entire night, you can wait some more," you try pushing him off you a bit, attempting to make him stand on his own. He obliges, but remains in your personal space, tracing patterns into your skin.
"Mhm... But will you survive what I do after you made me wait so long?"
"I've survived you so far... That's what makes me a perfect partner" you stick your tongue out at him.
He stared at you intently. You expected more protest or complaining on his part, but he only declared:
"Fine then, for the next part of this act we shall retreat to my tent! Oh how delightfully devastated Pierrot will be when I draw out all those lovely screams and moans out of you"
He circled his arms around your waist before pulling you towards him. Your back detached from the wall as you went slack against his chest at the sudden movement
Tilting your head up to look at him, you saw mischief glistening in his eyes. Without warning he scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder.
"You can let me down, I'll walk"
"Ah, but you're so terribly slow and my desire is making me impatient. If you were to walk in yours sluggish pace..." He paused for effect, "I might not have the willpower to wait till my tent"
You suppose his self restraint is admirable anyway. You let Harlequin carry you away to his tent and into the alluring uncertainty of the remainder of the night.
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A/n: Whew, did anyone expect me to return? In all honesty, I was planning to post sooner, but I was hit by a combo of writing blocks and life being busy. Reading some of the new AMAs helped me get back into the fandom though, so hopefully I can retain the momentum:)
Anyway, let me know what you think and I hope you liked it:)
