Imagine the girlies who has a coat who makes us wear her coat during sex 👀
Like imagine shalom, rahu, kafka ,yelan and others omg
OMG THATS IS REALLY HOT.. 👀 I ADDED CHAMELEON CAUSE I THOUGHT SHE FIT THIS! (AND MY BBY @aixeko WANTED HER) SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE INBOX FOR MONTHS NOW.. WHOOPS..
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shalom has your wrists tied tightly with her leather belt. your sat in her lap with your arms are around her neck. her leather jacket draped on your shoulders, covering your back. you can feel the leather rub against you every time you bounced up and down on her fat dick. your tits bounce up and down with each movement as her cock reaches the deepest parts of you. constantly hitting against that sweet spot.
her hands are gently placed on your hips, helping you ride your nth orgasm out. your eyes squeeze shut, giving her a pornographic moan as your bury your head in her shoulder. the soft praises of her voice makes your spine shiver. your moans are heavenly, in contrast with her rough jacket.
"there we go, thats a good girl."
rahu who pounds right into your tight little cunt at a unforgiving pace. her cock slams into you, hammering her way through your tight walls. shes got your plush thighs pushed up against your stomach, in a mating position. her fac jacket doing nothing to cover your cleavage. she groans and grunts loud into your ears. you dont know whether that turns you on more than getting fucked with her coat.
she tells you how good shes going to fuck you, how bad she wants to cum inside. eliciting loud moans from your throat, mixing with the loud squelching noises of her massive cock ramming into you with no remorse. your face contours into pure pleasure. your head thrown back as your walls spasm around her as she hits your cervix effortlessly. rahu can see that bulge in your stomach every time she fucks her fat cock inside. her pupils dilate. her grip on your thighs tighten, fucking with more fervour.
"so pretty for me.. so good.."
kafka who has you on your hands and knees, fucking you from behind. seeing your pretty back covered with her most prized coat. fuck it turns her on so much. her cock goes nice and slow, taking her sweet time. its absolutely agonising. shes goes slow and deep. you whine and whine, begging her to go faster. she rubs you ass telling you to be patient. you let out small shaky mewls. your eyes flutter shut in desperation.
she loves the way you clamp around her so fucking desperately. you swallow her cock in so perfectly. your knees and arms tremble, you feel spineless. you can feel her lazy smirk gazing down at you. she loves seeing you break under her. oh my god.. shes such a tease. shes just so.. so painfully slow. her cock forms a creamy ring around the base. you were so wet and you hadn't even cum once. you beg and beg for kafka to go faster. she chuckles lightly. her hand gives your ass a small pat. her hands sliding on your back under her coat to grab your hips. her pace finally starts to pick up. the filthy sound of skin slapping together starts to pick up.
"such a desperate girl aren't you? hold on tight now."
yelan who ties you arms behind you back with her hydro strings. her fluffy coat tickles your back with every movement. your back arches at each small feathery touch. yelan has her cock in your mouth. you suck her off lazily and desperately. her massive cock makes you gag, but you take it just for her. she lets out groans as her hands find their way in your hair. her velvety voice telling you how good your doing for her. you bob your head up and down, sucking her more. your mouth was so sore. your eyes look up at her tearily from pleasure. her cock sliding in and out your warm mouth.
she was so heavy against your tongue. you can feel your throat spasms at her shear size. she tasted so fucking good. her hips would occasionally roll forwards, helping you take her cock. you felt your heat arise from your cunt. strings of your wetness coating the wooden floor, forming a small puddle in between your thighs. you finally get her off. she shoves your head to her hips with a moan. you whimper around her cock, taking her whole as her warm, salty cum floods your throat. you pull away, trying to keep all her her cum in your mouth. dripping from the corner of your lips and down your chin.
"so obedient. swallow, its my turn now"
chameleon who has her coat draped onto your shoulders. your hands in her hair as she eats you out. her tongue pumping in and out of your wet cunt. the slurping noises she makes are loud. her nose would nudge your clit, making your back arch. her pace was fast, sucking and licking at your pussy. smushing her spit and your wetness together. you tasted so fucking good to her. her hands were holding your thighs wide open for her to ravish. greedily lapping you up for herself. her eyes would look up at you seductively as she eats you out. you start hearing her teasing voice in your head. asking you if you liked this . how good you tasted. you moan out at her words.
your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your grind your hips into her face, more needy now. she knew what she was doing to you. she hums into your pussy, the vibrations making your hips spasm, whimpers eliciting from your throat. god she was so good. her wet muscles explores your insides, rubbing against your warm walls. your thighs close up against her head, that turned her on so much. she continues lapping up your folds, mumbling into your pussy.
cw: angst, slight fluff at start, slight miscommunication??, reader crying, arlecchino changes drastically after marriage, reader is unaware of arlecchino's real name, implied cheating??
art creds: ahriii7 on X
not proofread, u can tell i got lazy halfway through, its also been a while since i last posted, sorry, tsw is getting bad again + i've had a bit of a heartbreak ahaha </3
she told you it was 'love at first sight.'
all her life, arlecchino had thought she was walking this hellish place called earth. that she was born a curse, another devil of this world, only to cause destruction and sorrow. arlecchino had always isolated herself, telling herself, over and over again, that emotions are weak, absolutely pointless. and for the longest time, she believed it all, until you shone a light into her life of misfortune. you was an angel in her eyes. despite her unapproachable self, no matter how many times she tried to push you away, you still smiled sweetly at her, your soft, carefree personality stood out to her so much. effortlessly piercing each wall of fire enclosed around her heart.
you might not of known it, but you saved her unfortunate soul from desolation. you opened her eyes and showed her that, 'maybe this world wasn't so bad'.
and so, from that day onwards she had always devoted herself fully to you. allowing you to break down her walls and see her vulnerable side, her true self. arlecchino thought something was wrong with her. these sick-ish loving feelings all stirred in her heart. she would feel her gaze soften when her eyes laid upon you. her ears constantly heating up around you as her heart started thumping louder against her chest. for once, she would struggle and be at a loss of words. you were such a contradiction to her, you made her feel such repulsive symptoms, but made her feel at ease, relaxed and.. understood.
arlecchino felt like a fool for believing in something as stupid as 'love at first sight', but god, she had completely fallen for you. she treated you with respect and gave you everything you wanted. you still remember when she first asked you out with a love letter. it was the sweetest thing she had ever given you.
'for this heart has been stolen and sealed only for you, my dearest.'
reads the last line. you still remember it fondly, always cherishing it close to your heart. you immediately said yes.
you just remember getting home from your first date and just rolling around you bed, squealing like a kid at a candy shop, feeling your cheeks heat up, blushing furiously at how just beautiful and gentle arlecchino was - despite her harsh resting face. she never complained, she was such a gentlewoman, always understanding you and just.. loved you for who you were. she always would always make the effort to write poems in her letters to you whenever she was busy. they were always the most beautiful poems thats captured your eyes, glancing over each word over and over again, mesmerising you with her words. it was just to show that you were always, running through the messy labyrinths of her mind, constantly.
and so, after so many years of being together arlecchino made the first move. the atmosphere was perfect. you were just watching the sunset with her standing shoulder to shoulder. she turned to you before getting down on her knees at a beautiful beach and proposed to you on the pier. you felt your breath hitch in surprise. you heart swelling with so much love as you watched her present a stunning diamond ring in front of you. you felt tears well up in your eyes. she.. was proposing to you.
the orange hues of the skies coloured your face beautifully. god you looked ethereal in her eyes. she had always had nothing in this life, nor has she ever wanted anything. but she so desperately wanted this one thing. to have you say yes to be hers for ever, and for her to be yours. she wanted so badly to show her devotion for you.
"will you marry me, my love?"
the words left her mouth. you felt as if time slowed down as she looks up at you, her loving gaze meeting your surprised, teary ones. your eyes lit up as you repeatedly said 'yes' like a mantra. you had the biggest smiled stretched across your face, your eyes were curled in happiness as tears ran down your face. arlecchino smiled softly. she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. she felt so relieved, that she had something in her life.
arlecchino pulled you into a soft, tender kissed, your lips meeting hers as the tears trickled down your face. you didn't even have to think twice about accepting her. you knew she loved you and you loved her. you both pull away as arlecchino slips the engagement ring onto your slim, soft fingers.
"i love you so much." she mumbles softly under her breath, gently bringing your hand to her lips, kissing your fingers with your new engagement ring on it tenderly.
before you knew it, it had already been 4 years. as time went on, everything felt like it was only going up. arlecchino had kept her promise, she was always softer to you, treating you with respect, treating you as her wife. you both had gotten married and was living fulfilled, comfortable lives.
not until she started to change. you can barely remember when you starting noticing her newfound, avoidant tendencies. it was only small things at first like how she stopped updating you about her whereabouts, stopped any unnecessary conversations with you and stopped staying in bed a little bit longer in the mornings with you.
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"arle, whats going on with you?" you ask her firmly. finally mustering the courage to ask her after a week. your fed up of it now, fed up with her. you know she wasn't one to wear her heart on her sleeve, but why wouldn't she just talk to you!? she used to always listen and take any worries off your chest, and you wanted to do that for her too. you were her spouse for crying out loud. she casts her unwavering gaze down to you. you feel the silence thickening between you two. her breath no longer paused for a second. her eyes didn't soften this time.
"nothing is going on. i have places to be, farewell." arlecchino dismisses you apathetically.
what the fuck? is that all she had to say after a week of avoiding you? your lips part, your mind racking up something to say to get her to listen. before you can even get a word out, she walks right past you. her gaze shot through you, as if you were just a ghost to her. you frown, turning around in exasperation at her, she had left the front door already.
you softly pinch your nose bridge with your fingers, letting out a small irritated breath. you tried to not think much of it, it was probably just another one of those days where she was busy and stressed. you told yourself that she was just clearing her mind, thats she would talk to you after her mind wasn't working 24/7. she always avoided as much conflict as possible with you, even if that meant distancing herself. right?
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it wasn't until her avoidance got more frequent, her schedule was less busy but she still didn't spend any quality time with you.
"are you free today..?" you voice mellow. you somehow managed to catch her while she was sat at on the couch reading a book. you had sat yourself down, leaning your head on her shoulder. she doesn't move from her spot or push your head away thankfully. your eyebrows furrowed lightly, trying a softer approach this time.
"busy.." she mumbles lowly, clearly uninterested. she doesn't even spare a glance at you. why was she being so difficult?
she stopped picking up your calls, came home after you slept and left before you would wake up. she stopped complimenting you and stopped physical touch with you, she stopped everything regarding you.
she had gone completely cold. you didn't feel like you stood next to her anymore, you felt your self worth plummet to the ground right beside her. her gaze was as colder than it was when you first met her. her words were always laced with annoyance, you felt like such an inconvenience in her life.
she had changed so much, she promised to be good for you, to love you forever, to always be with you throughout the thick and thin. you don't even recognise her anymore. she used to be so good to you, always prioritising you over everything, no matter how hard work was. she used to always try her best to comfort you and constantly reassured you with hugs and kisses, even if she wasn't the most positive person you know.
you knew that the arlecchino from back then would never of dared to even think about treating you like how she was now.
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it all clicked when you had woken up in the middle of the night one day while she was still getting ready. it was probably 4am, you didn't move or anything, just laying there with heavy eyelids. you were exhausted. you can feel the moonlight as you see her figure swiping her wedding ring off her finger and pocketing it.
your heart dropped, shattering into thousands of pieces. you shift a little in the bed from surprise. you hear as arlecchino hums in curiosity. her sharp gaze turning to the bed. you immediately regret it, squeezing your eyelids shut in hopes she doesn't notice you're awake. but apart of you wanted her to notice. what would she say? would she be apologetic? would she be mad at you perhaps?
it didn't matter what she reacted with, that wasn't what concerned you. you just wanted to hear her voice, to talk to her again. even if she was shouting at you. you didn't care if she was angry with you, at least it was still about you. you were astonished by the fact she was still sleeping in the same bed as you, as long as she was just around.. nothing mattered right?
thankfully, you were saved by her phone ringing quietly on the bedside table. she walks away from the mirror and picks up her phone. answering the call as she sits on the side of the bed, right next to you. her hand lowers, resting it on the bed as her other hand brings her phone to her ear.
her pointer finger idly taps on the mattress as she crosses her legs. her expression aloof as usual. the mumbles of the person on the other side of the phone could be heard, but you could make out some parts of their speech.
at first it was just usual work related things, they were just talking about things you didnt even know of. until suddenly..
"is your spouse home arlecchino?" the voice on the other side of the phone asks.
arlecchino pauses for a while. turning to face you. she could see the exhaustion on your face despite being 'asleep'. it must've been hard for you these past few weeks. she thinks to herself.
"i don't know what you're talking about. i don't have a spouse." she lowly mutters.
she was lying.. you felt like everything she once told you was lies, every word that dripped like venom from her mouth. every word she uttered haunted you in every living moment of your life. how could she pretend you didn't exist..
arlecchinos hand absentmindedly makes her way to your hair, twirling your hair between her fingers. despite her cold demeanour, her touch was somewhat gentle. it brought back memories of when arlecchino used to play with your hair any chance she got. it left a deep hole of painful nostalgia through your chest. you wanted to just cry at her familiar yet so foreign touch.
unfortunately, old habits die hard.
"really? don't lie to me peruere." the voice laughs.
your feel her grip on your hair tighten a little, you try your best to hold back yelping at the sudden pain. her eyes narrowed as her gaze. she watched as your eyebrows furrowed a little. she still hadn't you were awake, right?
"i told you not to call me by my real name, peruere, you understand?" she lowly growls back, averting her gaze from you to her hand in your hair.
peruere? you had never heard that name before.. was that really her real name? how did this person on the phone know about it when you didn't? you were married to her, surely she would've of told you.
even her name was another fucking lie..
eventually arlecchino hangs up with a sigh, pulling her hand away from your hair to rub your cheek with the back of her finger for a second, gazing at you. the call perhaps giving her second thoughts, you hoped. her touch was light before quickly pulling away again. she stood up from the mattress, turning away. her gaze narrowing.
"what a fool.." she mumbles to herself as she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.
you now find yourself alone, by the balcony. tears running down your face as you hold back from sobbing your heart out. your blurry vision gazes at arlecchino's car disappearing in the distance. you chew your lip hard, fuck your chest feels so tight. you now glance down at the diamond ring wrapped around your finger. the very same one from all those years ago. the diamond still lightly glimmers in the moonlight. it was as if it too was grasping onto the last specks, the last glimmer of hope. what love did to you back then, love did now. it gnaws through you, decaying your bones.
her words coming back to your mind, echoing and taking over you. what do you with all this grief, with all the love you had left to give her? your lips purse, recalling how she thinks tears are the product of emotion and weakness. god you really were just weak weren't you? what made you think you deserved someone so high ranking as arlecchino, no.. peruere..? god you missed who she used to be so bad.. how can you be haunted by the words of someone who is still alive?
'find what you love and let it kill you, because it is much better to be killed by a lover.'
arlecchino once write to you.
perhaps she was writing about her old self. the one that didn't believe in love. not until you killed took her old heart and replaced it with one that showed she was capable of love.
but now, maybe your the one getting 'killed' by her now. she was taking your heart and ripping it to shreds, right in front of you.
so you should just give in, let her 'kill' you, because you really do love her.
i want to put a muzzle and a collar on Zoya and Arlecchino so much. The way they fuck you so well makes you forget who's on a leash with a muzzle
YOUR SO RIGHT ANONIE SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY MY INBOX HAS BEEN LEFT IN THE DARK FOR A WHILE 😨
arlecchino who uses you as her own flesh light, her cock is so big, hitting the right places inside you. she's careful not to dig her nails into your hips as she bounces you on her cock so roughly. your hand holding on the red leash on her collar. she groans as shes desperate for her sweet release, she just wants to fuck her cum so deeply into you :( shes already forgotten who has a collar and a muzzle on. you feel the bulge in your stomach. arlecchino is so close to cumming. her ragged breath is heavy. you tug on the leash, making her merciless pace slow down slightly.
"dont cum until i tell you to.."
you moan out breathlessly. she growls at your words. she wants to cum so badly, but she doesnt want to misbehave. you cum all over her cock. the white liquid squirting all over her cock. it felt so warm, she was holding back the urge the cum. your moans so beautiful. she couldn't hold it back. she groans as she cums hard into you. she didn't listen. she continues fucking you through your orgasm, pumping her cum right into you. you tug on her leash roughly this time. the look on your face showing your planning to edge her until the morning as punishment.
zoya has you in a mating press, her cock ploughing in and out of you at full speed. your thighs are so close to your face. you can hear her growls and ragged breath in your ear. her cock slams so deeply into you. shes getting too full of herself. your eyes roll back as you tug on the leash dangling from her neck.
"s-slow down.. dont you want.. ngh.. to be a good puppy..?" you say out breathlessly, her cock showing no mercy on you
she whines like a puppy that has accidentally been kicked. she slows down, she wants to kiss and bite you, but the stupid muzzle is in her way. she could easily rip the muzzle off her face but she doesn't want to be a bad puppy :( your warm walls feel so good against her hard cock. shes cant help but pick up her pace again. shes relentless as she bottoms out as, her grip on your shoulders tighten. your erotic moans and the sinful sound of skin slapping together is louder than anything. your definitely going to ride her until she cant cum anymore as punishment.
a long awaited and requested continuation / part 2 of cold nights !
tw : fluff/comfort, soft-ish arle, happy ending :), she apologies, rushed smut near the end, service top-ish arle, arle has a cock, angsty near the start, little bit of crying out of relief?, icl there is so much filler, not proof read, sorry this took ages to post sob
art creds : nuiilar on twt
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the morning after, your eyelids flutter open. the sunlight was peeking through the curtains, onto the white bedsheets. you feel disoriented and completely out of it. you found yourself in a warm, comfortable bed. a contrast to where you remember you rested last night. you found yourself in your shared room.. except, it hadn't really been shared at all lately. as memories of last night start to cloud your mind, you immediately sit up and turn to your right.
to your disappointment, the other side of the bed was empty.. as usual. you feel like a fool for getting your hopes up. the fact she was too prideful enough to show her face to you, made your already existing pit of emptiness dig deeper into you heart. or so thats what you thought.
perhaps it was because you had drained most of your sorrows out last night.
with an exhausted sigh you ran a hand through your hair as your head lowered to idly stare down at the covers. the bedsheets were intoxicated with arlecchino's sickening cologne, even though she hadn't even been here in a while. her cologne made your head spin. you furrow your eyebrows as you sat in the dark room. your eyes glance at the clock on the bedside table. it was 6:17am. arlecchino would of left around an hour ago already..
shame, she didn't even leave a note or anything to apologise.
you don't feel like doing anything today. you just wanted to stay in bed and drown yourself in your worries for the whole day. you feel your lips curl into a frown knowing you will probably have to continue the day alone again. you force yourself off the cozy bed. your legs feel shaky.. you feel light headed as your vision blurs into momentary darkness as you stood up. god, had she really affected you that much? .
you lightly swing the door open and hazily walk into the long hallway. the hallway seemed to stretch on far more than you recalled it to. your eyes glaze over memorable photos of you and arlecchino etched onto the wall. golden frames bordering the beautiful person arlecchino used to be. you pass down the gallery of these, now, lost memories, the connection of these precious memories you used to hold so close to your heart, now feels like a lost, distant dream you yearn for.
you felt nauseous as reality dawns upon you. the truth weighing down into your already crushed heart. the memories flooding into you all at once did no good for you. each photo carried a different, loving memory from when arlecchino was genuinely.. peruere.
your head ached from the overload of contrasting feelings. the passion she once invested in you had vanished along with her love for you, it seemed. the flames she bares that once ignited your vulnerable heart, is forever extinguished. the arlecchino you once knew and loved, had faded into the chambers of her own cold, restricted heart. you couldn’t recognise her anymore.
you lazily dragged yourself down the stairs to avoid any signs of her. as you do, you could smell pancakes being cooked in the kitchen. you assume it's just another house maid. you tiredly walk in with your head lowered, not bothering to look up to see who it was, as you had already, mentally, came up with your final verdict.
you sit in the dining room, just passing kitchen and whoever was in there. you were too clouded to even bother figuring out who it was. you rest your elbow on the table and your chin in your palm. your eyes casted down on the table. suddenly, a small stack of pancakes with no toppings on them whatsoever was slid in front of you. you knew exactly who it was.
arlecchino's gaze rolled over your face as she slid you the plate. her eyes narrowed, they were still as cold as ever. she knew you clearly hadn't had a good night of sleep. your expression was weary and your face puffy. a sharp pang of remorse took ahold of her once more. she couldn't bare to see the sight of you, completely drained of all happiness, because of her. she knew she couldn't drag this on any longer.
she gently place the silverware on the side of the plate. you noticed the gleam of her ring shining under light for a moment. your eyebrows furrow slightly. she wore the ring you brought her. it gave you a slight sense of relief. yet you still don't dare to look at her face. not yet at least.
"good morning, my dear." her voice echoed slightly through the dining room.
you purse your lips at her words. you can't bring yourself to say 'good morning' back. if it were a good morning, then you would probably still be in bed in her arms. your gaze doesn't wander away from the pancakes in front of you. you feel as she pulls away from behind you to take a seat in front of you with her own plate of pancakes. arlecchino subtly glances at you before taking a bite of her warm, plain pancakes. the silence was deafening. it only raised the tension in the air. deciding to break the ice, she spoke again. her expression was neutral.
"i made pancakes.." she mused once more, as if she wasn't stating the obvious. she really didn't know how to initiate a conversation with you. especially after last night.
you could tell in her voice she was trying hard. you felt your heart pick it's self up at the thought of her attempt to make breakfast and start a conversation. you didn't want to keep being mad at her. hell, you weren't even supposed to be mad at her to begin with. you decided to nod after a long pause of silence. picking up your utensils to start eating the plain pancakes.
despite all of that, you still didn't have the courage to look her in the face.
before you knew it, you both had already finished eating. you didn't want to admit it but you missed her cooking. even if it was plain and tasteless. you both hadn't exchanged a word once. arlecchino couldn't take it anymore. she didn't want to see this distraught look on your face any longer. she leans over the table, her hand firmly, yet so gently, lifting your chin up.
"please, look at me. i cannot stand seeing you like this.." your breath hitches quietly at her sudden action. her words have a hint of softness and desperation in them. her gaze is as firm yet as gentle as her touch. your eyes gaze into her crossed pupils. you find yourself lost in her iris. mesmerising you.
"arle.." you utter quietly under your breath.
"let me make it up to you." she almost pleads. her eyebrows are furrowed, taking in all of your beautiful features. she had to admit, it had been a while since she last saw you properly and so close like this. you feel your throat tighten, her words tugging at your heart strings.
you don't know whether to trust her words anymore. especially after she had been hanging around that new fatui recruit recently. her hand falls from your chin yet your head still stays up to look at her. her rough, blackened hands hold your soft ones. firmly giving it a little squeeze.
"i was wrong. let me take you out to dinner tonight. i promise, i will discard any worries you have." her voice wasn't soft, but nor was it cold. you knew she was never good with expressing her emotions. you feel weary of her proposal. the cool ring you had brought for her was against your hand. the gentle look in her eyes make you give into her pleads. you hesitantly replied after a moment of contemplation.
"okay. i.. will let you take me out for dinner." you reply quietly. your gaze lowering in slight embarrassment. now you really couldn't back out of this. she nods as she hums in response. getting out of her seat to carefully pull you out of your seat. embracing your body in her warm arms, pushing your head against her chest. the smell of her cologne was more prominent than ever.
you felt relief course through your body. the scene of her no longer sickened you. your hands cling onto the t-shirt she's wearing, squeezing the fabric as you feel tears starting to be forced out of your eyes again. her hands reassuringly stroke your hair, her fingertips getting lost in each strand.
"i apologise, my dear. i was wrong." she whispers softly yet hesitantly. all tension that was in the air had disappeared. arlecchino doesn't know if she's comforting you correctly. the feeling just felt so foreign to her. in all honesty, it hurt her to see you like this. she wanted to take your pain away from you. she lets you cry it out in her chest. whispering sweet things every so often. constantly alternating between tangling her fingers in your hair and rubbing comforting circles on your back.
she just hoped her actions were able to get her message, that she cares about you, across to you more than her words are.
soon, the evening came around a lot quicker than you had expected. it had been a while since you've had to doll yourself up to look good for arlecchino. you enjoyed having an excuse to dress up every so often. you decided to put on a elegant white dress and heels on for tonight, hoping to take that stupid, nee fatui recruit off her mind.
arlecchino was already outside, waiting for you as she leaned against her expensive, sleek car. she had dressed up in a elegant suit with small chains in between the buttons. she had a crimson red waistcoat and of course her ridiculous heels. in her arms was a beautiful bouquet of roses. she was mentally hoping she was doing everything right, that she wouldn't say or do anything wrong.
not soon after, as you leave your residence, you are greeted by arlecchino. your breath hitches the second you laid eyes on her, she looked so handsome.. the way she was fiddling around with the roses just to make sure they're perfect. the way she leans against the car. every little thing about her was so captivating. at last, you see her look up at you, slowly walking towards you with that confident stride. god you were absolutely ravishing. she leans down slightly and takes your hand. her rough hand firmly brings your contrasting one to her soft lips, placing a gentle kiss on it. she gazes up at you through her eyelashes. you feel heat rush to your cheeks immediately.
"you look stunning my dear. here, roses, for you." she muses against your hand, keeping her voice even. fuck. you looked so pretty, all dolled up just for her. you feel her light breath against your knuckles before she pulls away, standing back up straight. towering over you as she hands you the perfect bouquet of roses you've ever seen. carefully you take them out of her hands, smiling lightly as you inhaled the floral smell.
it was as if time slowed down. a gentle breeze of the evening air brushed across your faces. arlecchino's lips parted as her gaze softened ever so slightly. she feels all signs of doubt leave her body. the tips of her ears were heating up at your gorgeous smile, no matter how much she tried to hold it back. thankfully for her, her ears were covered by her hair. she hadn't seen your beautiful smile for so long. it wasn't until now she had realised how much she had missed it.
"thank you. you look so beautiful too arle.." you smiled softly. you felt as if you could forgive her already. you hugged the roses carefully in your arms. they smelt good. you noticed how the corner of her lips twitched ever so slightly. how her gaze had also softened. you hadn't seen that look in a while. arlecchino, on the other hand, felt warmth she hadn't felt in a while, bubble up within her chest. deep inside, she felt like a giddy teenager falling for you for the first time all over again. she quickly pulls herself together, clearing her throat.
"come on, we wouldn't want to be late, would we?" she states, wrapping a arm around you waist, walking you to her expensive car. she opens the door for you graciously, urging you to get in first.
you mumbled a small "thank you" to which she replies with a nod. you blush softly at the small yet thoughtful action. she was so.. gentlemanly. arlecchino had such a charming personality, it was drawing you in. you hear as she closes the door on you and makes her way to the drivers seat. the seats were luxurious, made of dark red leather.
her beautiful hands made their way to the steering wheel. the engine roared as it pulled out of the driveway. her attention constantly, yet subtly divided between the road and you. she couldn't help but steal glances towards you from time to time. you looked utterly gorgeous tonight. her predatory gaze would always wander to your beautiful legs, perfectly exposed when you're wearing a dress. before immediately sticking to the road. no. she couldn't be thinking of such things. she had to properly make it up to you first.
the car ride in general was quiet. it was a comforting yet pleasant silence. you didn't mind it. you looked out the window, watching the city go past you. the shadows of tall skyscrapers and light, emitting from lit up buildings, towering over the city, flicker onto the car. giving it a beautifully shadowed hue.
it wasn't soon before arlecchino drove into a car park of an expensive looking restaurant. it was one you knew people waited over months just to get an reservation. the car comes to an stop. arlecchino gives you a soft glance before she got out of the car. walking over to open the door for you. her hand extended out to you with a gentle yet firm gaze. you smile softly as you take her hand. getting out the car. she keeps her hand in yours, leading you into the luxurious restaurant.
as arlecchino led you into the restaurant, she noticed the going quieter than it was before. everyone there looking at the two of you. numerous whispers and glances were spilling around the groups of people. you could tell that they were looking at you, of course. you looked beautiful in your dress, you were like eye candy. most people also recognised arlecchino, the knave. wondering why she was here with such a pretty girl.
arlecchino didn't bother to act polite in front of other people. she gave the patrons a cold, vicious glare as they looked in your direction. she didn't like it. she didn't like how everyone's eyes were all on you. you were hers and she was yours. arlecchino could almost feel the anxiousness imploding your mind currently. her arm wrapping around your waist firmly once more. pulling you in closer to her, as if telling everyone who you belonged to.
"just ignore them. they don't matter." she mumbles lowly into your ear, as if trying to reassure you. you let a quiet breath, you didn't know you were holding, out at her words. you stop tensing up and relax as you feel her hands squeeze your waist subtly.
as the gazes of the other patrons disperse, arlecchino makes her high status known, just by an glance from the waiters. the restaurant's staff instantly catered to her high status, treating her with upmost respect and almost fear. you two are instantly escorted to the table. it was next to a breathtaking view of the sunset. as the sun's rays fell upon your skin, it accentuated your beauty, making your face glow. arlecchino could not pull her eyes off of you. she was absolutely captivated by you. you were absolutely gorgeous..
as the two of you settle into your seats, menu's are handed out as the waiter leaves you for some time alone. arlecchino glazes over the menu. carefully reading over everything. in her mind, she hopes this dinner will be able to clear most things up. her eyes glanced up at you, who was also reading the menu. she was determined to make this dinner meaningful and memorable for you. she wanted to make up to you. no, she had to.
"order anything you fancy, my dear." arlecchino said before taking a glance back at the menu.
"alright.. thank you, arle." your lips curl in a light smile. eventually the two of you ordered drinks and food. arlecchino ordering a steak tartare and you just a steak yourself. the two of you ordered red wine. arlecchino made sure to watch your alcohol intake. arlecchino could always handle her alcohol really well, but you, on the other hand, was quite a light drinker. she didn't want you to get wasted.
she lifts her glass of wine. "cheers?" she pushes her glass towards you.
"cheers!" you laugh out softly at her slight awkwardness. your glasses made a small clink. you see the small, reassured smile on her face as you both take a sip. you feel the expensive liquid burn your throat. arlecchino watched as you downed your wine with a smile. she could tell that the alcohol was already starting to ease you up. that's good. it only meant you're enjoying yourself and she has fewer chances to mess things up.
"wow.. it's really good." you muse, your gaze relaxed. there seemed to not be as much tension as before. when she noticed your gaze relaxed, she took it as a sign that things were turning out alright. arlecchino was relieved.
"of course, only the best for you, my love." she murmurs back. her voice has a softer edge to it now. her hand reaching over to yours. placing it on top of your hand lovingly. you feel your gaze soften more in awe at her affection. it had been a while since she had treated you so well like this.
she lowers her gaze momentarily. her lips parting before closing back up again. god she didn't know how to start. she had to stop avoiding her thoughts and apologise already.
"i.. apologise again, for my actions lately." she stammers out suddenly. she looks at you right in the eyes as she says this. you know she was being sincere.
"i shouldn't of forgotten such an important date like our anniversary and neglected you for such a long period of time." she pauses momentarily. her eyebrows furrowing as she pulls her thoughts together. trying to get the sting of words bundled up in her throat right out. the sight of your crying again broke her heart. she never wanted to see you cry, because of her ever again. her hand squeezes yours subtly.
"moreover, that fatui recruit.. she means nothing to me. i mean it. you deserve nothing but pure happiness. and i promise, i will do everything, and anything for you because i love you. more than i can ever explain." her words are firm and gentle. you feel your heart warm up at her words. you knew she never liked to speak up, she was prideful and was never good with her words. you couldn't be angry at her any longer.
"arle.. just.. promise you won't do it again." you reply softly. your eyebrows furrowed still, in slight uneasiness until she confirms it herself. her words were most definitely touching your heart. her words were so genuine.
she brings your hand up to her face. your hand cupping the side of her cheek lightly. "i swear on the tsarita's name, my love." she replies with an gentle tone. her eyes were glazing into yours. arlecchino knew that she was practically begging for forgiveness right now, and she hated it. buy she wants your forgiveness, she needs your forgiveness. seeing you so upset, hurts her more than anything.
your breath hitches at her sudden gesture. her face was so warm, her skin milky soft. god she was breathtaking right now.
"i.. forgive you, arle." you breathe out. you feel all tension leave your body. you can feel your own heart beating again. thumping hard against your chest. you feel like you've fallen in love with her for the first time all over again.
"thank you, my love. i don't deserve you." she whispers softly against your palm. her body visibly relaxes. she feels her heart flutter in her chest. her ears heating up again. she hadn't fucked everything over in the end. she was so afraid of losing you after that night. she can never let things get that bad ever again.
unfortunately for the both of you, your intimate moment was cut short when a waiter arrived with your meal, much to arlecchino's annoyance. shame.. arlecchino wanted to bask in your forgiveness and sweet words just a little longer. you pulled your hand away, feeling embarrassed that the waiter had seen how close you were with her. you hoped you hadn't made arlecchino seem soft. not that she actually minded it.
your eyes widened in awe at the food placed onto the wooden table. it looked absolutely delicious. it smelt amazing. it was of high quality and was luxurious. the harbinger couldn't help but feel a slight irritation that your tender and heartfelt moment was ruined. she would much rather be lost in your eyes and touch right now. but she couldn't stay mad, especially when she saw the adorable look on your face.
once you thanked the waiter with a sweet smile and arlecchino with a stoic nod, they left. as we picked up the utensils, arlecchino glanced at me once more.
"i hope the meal is up to your standards, my dear."
and oh god it was. the rich flavours of the steak was literally melting on your tongue. taking sips of alcohol in between. the two of you had a nice conversation. you hadn't had that in a while. it felt like you were catching up on her life despite living together.t wasn't soon before you were finished with your meal. arlecchino would just nod, setting the napkin down saying something along the lines of "not bad. would be better without these.. complex seasonings."
it wasn't long before found yourself inebriated with alcohol despite how much arlecchino limited your alcohol intake. your cheeks were slightly flushed red. your eyes half lidded with that small pouty look on your face. your words would slur and you would sway side to side in your seat. trying, what seemed to be your best, to sit up straight in your seat. you would babble on about random topics.
arlecchino watched you quickly fall under the influence. sighing out with a small smile. completely adoring your drunken self. what an 'handful' for arlecchino to deal with..
arlecchino practically dragged you out your seat and into her arms. helping your drunken self stumble out the restaurant. her hand was on your waist firmly as she helped you into the car. everything was a blur. your mind was clouded and you felt all floaty. by the time you both reached the front door, you were already heavily leaning on her, having trouble walking straight alone. arlecchino helped you to the bed. your felt your body lightly laid you down onto the soft covers of the bed.
you were mumbling and giggling, completely drunk. she found you absolutely endearing in this state. she smiled faintly as she pushed some strands of hair out your face. god you looked heavenly right now. your silky hair was sprawled out on the bed. your lips were slightly parted with your head tilted to the side a little. your half lidded eyes gazing drunkly into her sober ones. the red streak of blush across your face only accentuated your drunkness.
"come on, let's get you to bed-" she mumbles before getting cut off by you tugging her down by her collar. your faces so close together. arlecchino's breath hitches at your sudden action and the sudden closeness.
"arle.. wan' you.. to apologise in.. another way.." you slur out quietly. your eyebrows furrowing. you are completely out of it. you sloppily lift your hips to lightly and not to subtly grind on hers.
oh.. she gets the hint. she feels her ears and cheeks heat up some more now. she feels her dick harden in her pants. she feels so.. tight and restricted. the air was so hot in here. one of her hands find their way to the side of your hips and lightly push them down. trying to be reasonable with your drunken self.
"dear, your drunk, you need to sleep-" arlecchino is cut off once more when you pull her head down to smash her lips on yours. arlecchino groans against your hips. she knows you want this and now she does too. her tongue enters your mouth as you let out a small muffled moan, your eyes fluttering closed. her lips were so soft. her lips made you feel more dizzier than you already were. her hands run down your back, feeling the smooth fabric of your dress underneath her fingertips. she reaches up to the zipper and pulls it down with sudden urgency.
she pulls her lips away, leaving you both breathless. she doesn't waste another second, tugging the dress off of you. her eyes roam all over your body hungrily. your eyelashes flutter open. in your hazy vision you see arlecchino drinking in the sight of you in your lace undergarments. her self-control snapping at the sight of that lace on your body
"all this for me? such a eager girl.." she smirks. you feel heat rush up to your core. you subtly rub your thighs with a whine. needing her so badly right now.
"tell me what you want sweet girl.. i'm all yours tonight.." she mumbles lowly into your ear.
"need you.. now.. pleaseeee.." you huff out. she could feel the heat pooling between her legs as you huff out those words. you looked so beautiful and sensual begging for her, it was driving her crazy. she knows she should be nice to you today, so she gives you want you want. she dips down to your neck, hungrily biting down and sucking sweetly on your neck. eliciting light moans from your throat. she leaves a trail of light red marks down your neck. losing the last bit of restraint she had.
her fingers carefully unclasp your bra. her hands moving swiftly to slide the lace off of you in anticipation. your tittys were hard, just for her. you shiver slightly at the coldness. arlecchino sucks in a breath at the sight of your. undressing herself quickly and leaving herself in her boxers. you could see the massive buldge ready to get out of the confides of her boxers. her abs were more prominent in the dark lighting. god she was so hot.
"so beautiful.." arlecchino's tone of voice is throaty and quiet. she leans in and wraps her lips around your nipple. you let out a quiet breath, moaning sweetly. your body was so sensitive from alcohol. arlecchino's actions barely registering in your mushy mind.
her other hand pinches and rolls and pulls on your other nipple in between her fingers. making the pleasure so much higher. she sucks on your nipple sweetly, relishing your moans before pulling away. her hand slowly slides down your body, her touch tracing a trail of fire on your skin. she can feel your body shiver slightly under her touch, becoming more desperate every second.
her hand dips down to your clothed cunt. you were absolutely soaked for her. she rubs her thumb on where your clit is. making your hips spasm and lean into her. your eyes fluttering closed as she forces a hoarse moan from you.
"stop.. eat me.. out already.." you whine out desperately. she smirks, complying with your needs and pulls your spoiled underwear aside. her hands hold your thighs and open them. keeping them open firmly as her long, wet muscle gives a long lick to your wet hole so.. slowly. making you shiver against her. your thighs wanting to close around her head.
"stop.. teasing.." you whine out drunkly. your hand finds their way to her head as you push her head into your cunt. you feel her lips curl up as her tongue enter your warm walls. she feels your walls spasms around her tongue. making her groan into your cunt. an vibrating hit your pussy as you throw you head back in pleasure.
"f-faster arle.." you huff out, your word slurring, in pleasure. your grip on her hair is weak in your sensitive drunk state. her nose nudges against your clit so perfectly.
she picks up the pace, devouring your pussy with her mouth. her tongue pumping in and out of your tight hole. making loud slurping noises and you push her head unto your pussy more.
"n..ngh.. more..!" you pant out, your breath shaky, rolling your hips into her mouth more. arlecchino obeys, shoving her face deeper into you. her nose buried into your folds as she sucks and eats your cunt. her hands move from your thighs to your folds and lightly pull them apart. giving her better access to your dripping hole. your thighs squeeze against her head in desperation. arlecchino groans at the feeling, against your wet cunt as she grinds her cock into the bed. fuck she so was desperate but your needs came first.
you pornagraphic moans only fuel her drive more. the way you tugged on her hair closer to you, only turned up the intensity of your pleasure more. you feel like your on cloud nine right now, feeling that coil in your stomach form. "close..!" you'd pant out, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
"go on then, pretty girl.." arlecchino's lip curl up into a smile against your pussy. you let out a high pitched moan, smashing her face into your cunt and your thighs squeeze her head as your orgasm washes over you. arlecchino felt your pussy clenching around her tongue and trembling against her mouth, your cum gushing out in streams. she groans at the cum all over her face, lapping it right up before pulling away with a string of saliva on her tongue. her chin absolutely dripping in your release.
she has a light smirk on her face, clearly pleased with your orgasm, as she wipes your release on her arm. you feel all light headed after you came, the alcohol influencing you for more. arlecchino pulled her boxers down, her massive cock springing out and slapping against her stomach. fuck, she was absolutely leaking with pre-cum. you looked at her cock in awe. arlecchino kisses you sweetly, you could taste yourself on her tongue. her erection was hard, poking right into your thigh.
she pulls away, gently pushing a strand of hair in your face out the way. gazing into your half lidded eyes.
"i'll go slow.. tell me how you'd like it, okay?" she mumbles softly. you nod, letting out a small hum of agreement.
"theres my girl.." she trails off, holding her cock in her hand as she rubs it all over your wet slit. smearing your wet juices all over her, coating her cock in your cum. your pussy twitches at her rubbing her cock all over you. she peppers sweet kisses on your forehead as she starts to push her hard cock into your tight little hole slowly. her thick cock spreads your walls apart, sinking deeper into your soaked cunt. she groans, "come on.. relax.." feeling your walls flutter around her at the intrusion, clenching down on her.
you let out little mewls. she was just so.. big. you felt stuffed to the brim. your eyes flutter shut as her thumb comes in contact with your clit. rubbing your little bundle of nerves to loosen your cunt up. your walls spasm against her length as she rubs on your clit. immediately loosening yourself up as she pushes the rest in, lightly in one fluid motion. you felt your vision turn white for a second as your hips snapped together. arlecchino lets out a deep growl at how your gummy walls pulse around her. you felt her cock spear your pussy, pressing right up to your cervix. you were so stretched out by her.
you find yourself trying to catch your breath as arlecchino whispers sweet things to you. telling you how good you are for her and how well your doing. she allows you to adjust to her massive size for as long as long as you need to. after a short while, you give her a small nod as you start to get used to her girth.
"i'm going to move now, alright?" she mumbles lowly yet sweetly, her hands holding your hips firmly as she pulls back. her hips part from yours before she slowly rocks her hips. thrusting in and out of your warm walls. you let out a shaky breath at her size and how she hit the right spots so effortlessly. she growls, it took everything to hold back her urge to just throw your legs over her shoulder and pound you to oblivion. god she was so compliant, taking you slowly, just as she promised, just like the good husband she wants to be.
her pace picks up to a bearable one. her fat cock brushes your cervix so easily, the sounds of her grunts and the sound of skin slapping sounded so good. your eyebrows furrow in pleasure when she hits your good spot, she notices this, continuously pumping her cock into it. arlecchino starts to lose her restraint, her hands on your hips tighten as her pace picks up some more. her breath starts getting ragged. the room smelled like sex, your drunken self already had your brains fucked out. she starts thrusting with more fervour, the intense slapping of skin was heard. your walls spasm around her fat cock at the filthy sounds.
you get breathless, arlecchino elicit high pitcher moans from your throat. her relentless pace too much for your drunken self to handle. after some struggle, your arms find their way to her back. your hands grip onto her back, your nails scratching into her back leaving red scratches into her toner back. she grunts at the stinging sensation, turning her on.
"slow.. ngh.. down arle..!" you whine out. your vision starts to cloud in darkness momentarily. she looks up at your pleasured face through her eyelashes and her rough, ruthless pace was now at an slower, loving pace. her grip on your hips loosen. arlecchino knows your close from how your walls are so beautifully squeezing her.
"come on, come with me pretty girl.." she groans out in pleasure. as you feel your orgasm wash over, arlecchino pushes herself to the hilt, cumming deep inside of you. you hold her tight, letting out a erotic moan. you was sure enough it was loud enough for the rest of the house maid's finishing up to hear. arlecchino watched as your stomach, full of your mixed cum, bloats. she pumps a few more strokes into you with intentions of fucking her cum straight into your womb.
"so good for me.." she mumbles, kissing your lips gently. you let out small muffled mewls, before she pulls out, pulling away as your your cum is oozing out your pussy. god, what a pretty sight it was. you feel dazed, panting and catching your breath, as you stare up into the ceiling on the brink of passing out from pleasure and the alcohol.
arlecchino helps clean yourselves up, changing the sheets before pulling you into her warm embrace. your head was buried in her neck, your bare bodies pressed against each other. it felt nice, you hadn't felt like this in a while. you found yourself not thinking about anything else, too drunk and blissed out to do so. only barely listening to her praises and the feeling of her peppering kissed on your face and drawing circles on your back. it was easier to fall asleep with her by your side.
"did so well for me hm?" she mumbles lowly with a light smile. arlecchino missed this warmth and the intimacy you two used shared frequently. she watches as you fall asleep in her arms cozily. watching your face in the pure bliss of sleep. usually, on any other day, you would find yourself awake the next morning, alone on a cold bed. but not tonight, or any other night from today forwards, for she will be by your side, embracing your body. the next morning, you will find her hugging you, waking up with you, like a loving husband she wants to be. she promises to treat you so well, with everything she has.
you were to use her, command her and cast her aside. use her as your blade. for she, will always be yours.
these nights, were no longer classed as cold nights.
tw: none, soft arlecchino, comforting arlecchino, slight angst..?you call her peruere, she loves u sm :( sorry ending kinda rushed, making my monthly appearance just to disappear again, not proofread.
ty @vissanctuary for the idea :>
it was late in the knave's bedroom. a small, dim light lit up the room. you and arlecchino were laying together in her soft bed, in a comfortable silence. you were curled up beside her with the side of your face against her chest, listening to the soft beats of her heart. her chest gently went up and down with each breath. you were basking in the warmth of her body, the flames coursing through her blood.
arlecchino's long, silky hair was sprawled out against the soft cotton pillows. the dim light, softly lit up your faces. arlecchino's hand was in your hair, soft strands of your hair inbetween her fingers as she rested it ontop of your head. her eyes were closed, relishing the warmth and tranquility in the air. she looked so peaceful.. a sight only for you to behold.
arlecchino wasn't asleep and you knew it. you let out a soft sigh of content at her act as your lips curled into a sleepy smile against her chest. you knew she always prefered to fall asleep after you, no matter what. she always had a strong sense of protectiveness when it came to such things.
your sleepy gaze wanders away from the bedside table and down to arlecchino's bare arms. her strong arms faded into black around her forearms. black marks traveled down her arms, creating tattooed-like patterns on her. a contrast to her milky white skin. you knew of her curse, but she would never clarify what it specifically was. you knew she was awfully aware of her marks. she would never admit it but was uneasy about showing them in public, so it warmed your heart to know she trusts you to show them to you now.
you felt the urge to trace her marks. your gaze lingered on her arm, your eyes tracing up and down her arms with weary eyes. you wanted to reach out and trace them lightly with your fingertips, but you wouldn't know how she'd react. you didn't want to take advantage of arlecchino's rare show of vulnerability.
arlecchino being a harbinger, could feel your loving gaze on her, glancing up and down her arm, specifically. she finds it strange that you take a liking in her despite her rough blackened hands.. she choses not to comment on it, letting you indulge yourself. her fingers slowly start to play with your hair again. she's extra careful that her sharp, well taken care of nails don't scratch your scalp too hard.
"what is it my dear..?" she mumbles lowly with an hint of softness. her eyes open slightly, trying to maintain her aloof demeanour. you reach your arm out and hold her hand. you feel her hand stiffen slightly. you feel the roughness of her palms against yours. intertwining your fingers together as your thumb lights rubs her hand. her hand is alot warmer than yours, its comforting.
you find yourself at a slight loss for words. you didn't want to stir up any uncomfortable emotions within her. you hesitantly answered with a small frown.
"did.. it hurt..?"
arlecchino fell silent. she tensed slightly when your hand touched hers. she could instantly feel the contrast of your soft hand against her tough skin. the feeling of your head nuzzling against her chest was distracting but in a good way. she could feel some of the memories and visons from her curse awaken. she wasn't the type of person to elaborate on personal information. she was never good at explaining herself, having kept everything in for a long time.
"don't worry, it isn't important. just rest now my love." she exhaled out quietly, clearly avoiding your question. she wouldn't admit it but the pain was excruciating. the feeling of flames running up her arms were painful, something she could never forget.
in truth she was afraid. afraid that her story would scare you away. that you would be disappointed in her.
that you would see her as a monster.
arlecchino closed her eyes once more, trying to ease back into that previous comfort. your eyebrows furrow at her avoidance. you can remember all the times you've confided in her, but cannot recall a single time where she had confided in you. you didnt want her to suffer alone, you wanted her to also be able to find comfort in you. to also need you.
she knew well that you'd catch onto her avoidance, despite the aloofness etched onto her face. arlecchino tried to seem tough like the unfeeling harbinger she is, but she knew even she had troubles sometimes. she loved how you could easily read her like a book, you knew her all too well.
your hand gently slips out of her hand, your fingertips dragged themselves up her arms, following the intricate remnants of her curse. arlecchino held back a slight shudder at the feeling of your fingertips grazing gently against her marks. she was sensitive about them.
"peruere.." you whisper quietly. there it was. the call out for her name. the forbidden name that tainted her.
her jaw clenched slightly as your touch travelled up from above her wrists. she let out a slightly strained, low hum. her eyes opened to peer down at your actions. the contact was overwhelming, but.. comforting in a way.
your hands continue to slowly trace the rough lines of her skin, following the beautiful dark markings etched onto her arm. you can hear her heart picking up its pace as you do. peruere feels her walls breaking down before building them back up again. a voice in the back of her head torments her, feeding her with lies, telling her she'd hurt you and how disgusted you are of her.
"thats.. enough now.." she mutters with an hint of nervousness. an warning to keep you from treading on dangerous territory. her words are all bark but no bite. she doesn't make an attempt to pull her arm away.
"but, they're so beautiful peruere.." you utter quietly, her name rolling off your tongue so perfectly.
"you know you can tell me anything right..?" you mumble again. your touch was so gentle, handling her so delicately like glass. as if she'd break if you pressed too hard.
a quiet breath left her parted lips. she wasn't used to being cared for like this. her tough facade started to crack once more under your touch and words. she wanted to deny your comment on how beautiful her hideous black markings were, but she couldn't bring herself to refute it. your tender traces made her feel vulnerable, a feeling she didn't know how to handle at all.
"i know... i just... don't want to burden you with my issues." she whispered quietly. vulnerability was seeping right out of her mouth and into her words.
her words hit you like a truck, how could she ever feel that way..? you sit up a little to glance at her face. your fingers started tracing back down her arm now. grazing against her perfect, unique markings.
"peruere.. my love. you would never burden me. i am more than happy to listen to you.."
her icy facade thawed a little more at your gentle words. she could see the concern and sincerity in your eyes, it was like you were piercing through her armor and laying her vulnerable heart bare. it was a look she couldn't refuse. your words were so full of meaning and tenderness, she couldn't rip her eyes away from your pretty ones.
"i.. don't know where to start." the knave.. no, peruere finds herself at an loss of words for once.
your hand slips back into hers. giving it a little squeeze. giving her a soft and reassuring smile.
"its okay.. i can wait, you don't have to tell me now. when your ready, i'll be there to listen to you peruere." you uttered quietly to her. that name making her feel weak.
peruere's eyes darted to your intertwined hands. she was not used to being comforted in any way and her instinct was to push you away, not to be vulnerable. she took in a deep breath, her stoic facade crumbling even more at your unwavering patience and understanding.
"even if it takes days?.." she questioned.
your hand brings your intertwined hands up to her face. your lips curling into a soft smile. the dim light shining on your face only making it brighter.
"even if you never end up telling me." you quietly whispered.
you can see her sharp features soften at your words slightly. you had completely broke her words down, even letting the tiredness into her system.
"lets sleep now okay? i love you." you smiled sleepily as well, as you plant a soft kiss on her forehead.
"i love you too dear, thank you." she utters softly.
her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into her warm embrace. her chin rested on top of your head. no more words needed to be exchanged. the two of you drifted off to sleep, basking in the comfortable silence.
maybe one day peruere will tell you. as of now, only small remnant's of arlecchino still remain. your fine with that, perhaps soon, peruere will let herself confide in you properly.
tw - character death mentioned, angst, sad arle, grieving, two endings?, fluff, soft arle, arles bday special, icl this is really shit 💀, kinda late whoops, not really that sad now that im finished with this 💀 not proofread at all
the day starts early in the morning, with the feeling of her arms wrapped around you. you two are both in your bed. her warm body was pressed against yours, her pyro vision heating you up throughout the night. the sun was barely in the sky. just raising across the clear horizon. the feeling of peacefulness flowing through the atmosphere. arlecchino's hand gently stroking through the soft locks of your hair. her softened eyes lazily gaze over your sleeping form. your soft little breaths and the way you just looked in her arms had her hooked, absolutely mesmerised. you had her wrapped around your finger without even knowing it. you looked so perfect, even with your messy bed hair. you were endearing. she felt her heart swell in love. she wanted to wake up to this sight every day.
the sun starts to peek through the curtains now. you feel yourself stir awake. you feel her arms enveloped around you, her hand idly playing with your hair, carefully massaging your scalp. taking time to not accidentally scratch you with her nails. your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light.
"good morning.. arle.." you groaned out softly. arlecchino looks down at you, your sleepy gaze meeting hers. you already knew today was arlecchino's birthday. you wanted to shower her with so much love today. you had already secretly been planning so much for today.
"good morning, my dear." arlecchino mumbles, lowly, back. you smile, your eyes curling up in happiness as you cup her face, a hint of sloppiness evident in your movements. she leans into your touch as if it was muscle memory to her. your eyes flutter closed as your lips fall onto hers. the kiss was sweet. you can feel her lips curl up against your mouth. she loved the feeling of your soft lips against hers. it was addicting.
arlecchino lets out low hum of content. pulling away, your eyes flutter open to her loving gaze. "happy birthday, peruere. i love you." your voice is laced with love. a soft, sleepy smile adorns your face. your thumb is gently rubbing her pale skin. arlecchino feels her heart fill with compassion. there it was, her real name. she feels as if time slowed down. the way the sunlight beamed on your face. how her name rolled off your tongue so easily. it broke down her cold walls she had boxed herself in with. her expressions softens a little more.
she feels the tips of her ears heating up already, the day hadn't even begun yet. she wanted to stay in this moment with you, forever. her lips curl up. you were just so perfect. "how did i get so lucky? i love you so much, my dear." arlecchino mumbles under her breath lovingly.
the two of you bask in each others warmth a while longer. whispering sweet things into each others ears as the sun fully rises. there was no need to get up so early today. you was excited as you had spent all week planning her surprise with the children. you just couldn't wait to see her reaction. how her lips would purse and how her eyes would narrow, trying to hold back a smile in front of the children. you just loved her so much, and so did she.
and so, when you do get up at around 10am. arlecchino walks off into her office to go finish reading a report. she tells you she'll be done quickly. good this is perfect! you manage to slip away from arlecchino's gaze and meet up outside with the children. as you greet them all. lyney starts helping by tasking everyone what to do. you making sure everything looks alright and in place in time. you were all going to surprise arlecchino with a barbecue dinner. not long after, as arlecchino finishes her papers, you and the children had just finished up. you give your thanks to lyney, lynette, freminet and the rest of the house of the hearth.
you quickly walk back inside, going to look for her, trying to hold back that massive smile on your face. you felt like a giddy teenager, you were so excited! as you were walking up to her office arlecchino walks out. greeting you with a small hum, noticing your happy expression. her eyebrows furrow in confusion. what had you done?
"you look happy, did something happen?" she muses, an eyebrow of hers raising in curiosity. the corner of your eyes crinkle as you smile, grabbing her by the wrist lightly and tugging her lightly.
"i have a surprise for you! come on!" you looked so happy, your smile brightening her whole world. without an other word, arlecchino lets herself be dragged outside by you. you lightly tug her pass the hallways and to the grand doors leaning outside. your hand lets go of her, going to her side as you lean your body onto hers, flashing her a cheeky smile as you look up at her. "open the door!" you ask her excitedly.
though she was skeptical, arlecchino chuckles to herself lightly. her gaze softening seeing your enthusiastic in your bright eyes was everything to her. "alright, my dear. here i go now." her voice is soft as her hand lightly ruffles your hair. her hand now on the doorknob, twisting it unlocked and walking out.
arlecchino is met by an attack of party poppers. a loud shout of "happy birthday!" is heard. the colourful, bright confetti getting all over the both of us. her lips part as her gaze momentarily softens. she was not expecting this at all.. you laugh softly at her surprised reaction. the children has paper, party hats on their heads arlecchino sees balloons around the place. a barbecue, her favourite of course, and a 3 layered cake saying "happy birthday father." on it. the candles are lit, it looks like it had been made by the children with a little help from you. arlecchino stands there, covered in confetti almost speechless. even if she didn't show it, you could tell she was happy.
you turn to her with a gentle smile on your face. you hands in her hair to pull some confetti of out it. "do you like it?" you question, your head tilting to the side, your eyes turning into half moons. arlecchino lets out a small sigh, smiling ever so slightly.
"i love it. thank you my dear." she replies, gazing at your gentle look. her heart swelled with love. feeling cared for and appreciated. the fact you and everyone had put in so much effort for her, meant so much more to her than you'd ever imagine. the children cheer happily. giggling and laughing with each other lyney walks up to arlecchino with the birthday cake in hand. lynette and freminet stood behind him. the trio had light smiles.
"happy birthday father. you should make a wish." lyney says with a kind smile. arlecchino lets out a low hum, looking down at the cake. the cake was definitely not perfect, but she knew it was baked from pure love. there was no cake sweeter than one made from love. arlecchino glances at you momentarily, slightly hesitant? you flash her a smile, urging her on.
she nodded, closing her eyes as she made a wish. a wish that meant everything to her. she blows the candles out, and the party starts.
the party goes on for a few hours. it was lively, fun occasion. the children playing with each other. the delicious smell of the barbecue fills the air. the smoke going up in the clear blue skies. you all enjoy a lovely barbecue dinner. she received gifts and cards from the children. you just could see arlecchino's content expression. she was so beautiful like this. your hand finds its way into hers. your wedding rings together. her hand firmly squeezing yours.
"this means the world to me. thank you, my dear." she mumbles lowly to you. her words full of warmth and love.
the day ends, arlecchino finds herself outside with you near a river. the two of you watch the sunset together. the beautiful golden rays reflect onto the river. taking in the serene view in front of the both of you. the setting sun painted the sky in a glorious blend of orange, red, and purple hues, casting long shadows across yourselves. tranquility in the air. the setting sun sets across the horizon in a picturesque view. the water ripples ever gently, almost as if it was dancing to the setting sun. trees rustling gently in the calm summer breeze. her facial expression was soft.
"i love you, my dear. thank you for today." she tells you softly. she turns to face to you. her gaze full of love.
fic can end here for fluff ending stop reading if u dont want angst ending
there was no reply to her sweet words. of course. arlecchino's gaze falls upon the roses and small slice of birthday cake in front of your grave. she freezes at the loud silence. her eyes narrowing, the reality dawning upon her, crawling up her spine and into her heart just to split it open. the whole day had gone the same. just without you. you wasn't real. you were dead.
her mind was stuck in denial. the visions of you etched into her mind, burning into her memories. the memories of you stuck on repeat, in loops of her mind. she only feels, seeing your face. the feeling of grief implodes her mind. "i hope you enjoy the cake. the children baked it themself." she continues hesitantly. what a bitter feeling.
she lets out a uneven sigh of despair. "the children were good today. they surprised me." she muses, a small bittersweet smile. trying to reassure you more than herself. the small crack in her voice evident. the silence was so deafening. "you know, they miss you too.." her voice is followed by a tremble. she feels stupid trying to talk to you. her heart feels restricted. her hand grips onto her blouse. fuck her chest felt so tight. the irony of the situation falling into her she feels so weak for once. why couldn't she of saves you, she should of saved you.
"i miss you." she whispers lowly. her voice on the verge of breaking now. the cruel truth caving in on her, leaving no way out. it had already been a few months. she couldn't accept it. it was too much. it affected her more then she wanted to admit. she feels the despair bubbling up and into her head wanting to release, to let it all out.
she closes her eyes, carefully leaning her head on your grave. her heart heavy, plummeting down to depths arlecchino didn't even know existed. she feels a cold tear run down her cheek. the darkness of the night and the harsh reality of life would start casting over her. she would stay there. talking to you until the sun would rise. her voice was full of bittersweetness.
I love the idea of dom girls turning into absolute losers just for you. Like, Acheron after a long killing spree comes home and you're wearing nothing but a frilly apron as Acheron turns into a pile of mush. Arlecchino angrily commanding her subordinates before you come in and kiss her on the cheek and then she becomes a stuttering mess. Would also say something about the ptn girls but I'm new to the fandom so...
But yeah, hot girls who could break your back just becoming absolute messes under you is super hot.
OMG ME TOO THATS SO CUTE? AKSKDK SORRY THIS TOOK WAY TO LONG FOR ME TO ANSWER
acheron comes home drenched in blood, dripping it all over the floors of your cosy home. of course she feels bad for making a mess in your house, especially after promising to come home early. you were in nothing but your pretty frilly apron. that harsh look in her eyes immediately melted when she saw you. your lips frowning as your rubbing a towel on her face, wiping the blood off her face for her. you ask whether shes okay and if she's hurt. she cant help but blush at the fact that she has a pretty, caring girlfriend to come home to. your words went through one ear and out the other. she was too busy staring at your beautiful, worried face. just nodding at everything you say without realising it, like a cute little puppy.
so you had lightly tugged on her sleeve, leading her towards the bathroom. she allowed you to take her wherever you wanted to. if it were anyone else she would of cut them into pieces already. you ran a hot, warm bath for her. there were bath bubbles, beautiful rose petals and soft, calming music in the background. she just stood there admiring her hard working girlfriend. if she had a tail you could see it wagging like crazy right now. you help her out of her dirty clothes as she gets in the bath. its warm and theres a light smile on her face. your about to leave to wash her clothes before she lightly grabs your wrist. her puppy eyes looking up to you, feeling a little shy as she speaks.
"can you.. bath with me please? i want you to stay."
it wasnt long before you got rid of your frilly little apron. dipping into the bath with her.
you were washing her hair for her. your soft hands massaging her scalp so perfectly. her eyes closed with a stupid little smile on her face. she was just a silly, clingy puppy. nobody would of expected her to of just finished a violent killing spree if they saw the state she was in right now. she was so obedient and cute for her only love..
arlecchino was infamous for her merciless way of handling things. that cold, angry look on her face never seen faltering. some unfortunate fatui agents had fucked up their mission. the knave angrily shouting at their faces. her harsh words and tone could be heard from a few rooms down. loud bangs and crashes of furniture were being hit in anger. the small group of the fatui were absolutely shaking, trying to hold back tears as they begged for mercy.
no one had seen the 4th harbinger have an ounce of sympathy for anyone. the shouts from the stoic harbinger stopped. there was a long, painful silence. arlecchino allowing the fatui agents to reflect on their actions. her deadly gaze piercing into them any harder than a knife ever could. arlecchino sighs in aggravation before she's cut off by the door opening. her head shoots towards the door. her face conveying more anger.
"who dares to interrupt-"
she instantly shuts up. her breath getting caught in her throat as you walk in with a wide smile. arlecchinos eyes widen ever so lightly. completely gobsmacked by your sudden appearance. shes gritting her teeth, trying her very best to pretend your presence didnt affect her at all. feeling almost a little guilty for shouting at her precious girl.
"arlecchino!!"
you walk up to her with your stupid, adorable smile. kissing her on the face, oblivious as to what she was doing moments ago. your soft lips on her cheeks makes her feel so warm.. her lips trembled slightly. shes trying to put up her act of harshness, but the poor girl just can't. :(
the fatui agents were confused, seeing their merciless leader so.. submissive for someone.. they do their best not to question and keep their heads down. she immediately clears her throat, staring at the agents in the office.
"leave my office immediately..!"
she stammers out ever so slightly. commanding her useless agents to leave. they leave immediately just as she asked. not questioning or glancing at her in shame and fear. the second she hears the door click, her stoic act completely melted. she lets out a sigh she didnt know she was holding in. she holds your waist so tenderly. pulling you in closer to her, hiding her face into your shoulder.
"what did i say about knocking first dear..?"
she says softly, in an completely different tone as earlier.
"sorry! i wanted to see you!"
you apologise, patting her back a little to show her you meant it. she cant help but smile, burying her head into your shoulder more. shes a blushing mess right now and you know it. she would never act so.. vulnerable in front of anybody else. her dangerous, yet soft hands gently squeeze your waist.
"what an handful.."
for ptn i'd feel like rahu would fit so well for this. poor little puppy girl cant hold in her small smile as you hold her hand. rambling to her while shes on duty. shes blushing over the smallest things and she doesnt like being seen in public like that :(
i was in the bath and suddenly i started hallucinating arlecchino with me so heres this
due to arlecchino being busy as a harbinger, times like this are rare. you both make sure to make the most out of it. the calming music coming from the phonograph was playing in the background. there were rose petals, bath salts and dimly lit candles. it was all so romantic.
arlecchino was relaxing in the bath with you. you were sat in between her legs, her arms are wrapped around your waist so tenderly in the warm bubbly water. your back is against her. arlecchino's long hair is untied, loosly falling down against her back. her head nuzzled into your shoulder.
"i love you." you mumbled as you smile softly. your hands lightly hold onto her wrists as she holds you.
you can feel her lips curl up against your skin into a soft smile as she takes in the sweet scent of you. her arms give your body a light squeeze.
"i love you more.." she mumbled against your neck, giving you a soft and tender kiss.
her mouth and hold is warm.
shes so gentle and caring with you. she pulls away and pours some body wash into her hands. you hear the warm, steamy water splash around as she moves. soon blackened arms make their way to your back.
"your so pretty, my dear." she utters softly.
you could feel her breath on your shoulder. you laugh softly, her praise never fails to get old. she always enjoyed seeing you happy. you loved it when she was so sweet like this.
as she scrubs your back, she makes sure the be extra careful to not scratch you with her nails. her touch is so relaxing. you feel all tension leave your body when your with her. the dimly lit candles serving as lighting make her look so pretty. she rubs at all the right places, making you feel so good. her touch was so pure and loving.
"lower please, arle.." you sigh out in relief.
she obeys like the good husband she is. her hands lower down your back. her nails gently gliding down your back.
"here my dear?" she asks you.
her hands are exactly where you wanted them to be. you let out a soft, content breath.
"just right there my love.." you answered.
her mouth curls up ever so slightly again. shes happy shes able to be herself around you. eventually she washes the body wash off your back. the water drips down from your back. you turn your head to the side to face her with a light smile. she immediately leans in to peck you on the lips. leaving you with a blush on your cheeks.
"don't be embarrassed my dear, let me take care of you." her voice was gentle.
you feel her hands dip into your hair. her gentle fingers massaging your scalp with hair wash.
only you had her like a lovesick fool. she loves you so much, even if she doesn't show it sometimes. <3
