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suiseistellar · 6 days ago

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Undone

a/n: Hello, sweet people out there! how are you, nonnies? I've missed you < 3 listening to Faye Webster I got inspired to write this, I'm obsessed again with KNY, so this wasn't a request(although you are more than welcome to request it ^^). I hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it 🐻‍❄️ྀིྀི

Plot: Lady Tamayo didn't think it was possible to feel attraction anymore until she saw you at the Butterfly Estate. From that day, she developed something that for centuries she hadn't felt, love.

(Tamayo's pov.)

* Kind of out of character, Yushiro in this is not in love.

Interacting with humans was something I had grown accustomed to over the years. Patients came and went, each carrying their share of suffering, their voices adding to the endless chorus of the world’s chaos. And still, I try to remain composed, enigmatic, a shadow wrapped in silk.

Yet, working alongside the Demon Slayer Corps was… different. Accepting their invitation to aid in the search for a cure placed me in a dangerous position, exposed beneath the wary eyes of so many who carried no love for what I was. Nor did I expect affection or forgiveness, such things have never been mine to claim. But knowing this did not quiet the anxious pulse that ran through me, persistent as the beat of a war drum. I hid it well, as I must do. My headaches already stemmed from endless apologies for Yushiro’s sharp tongue, his lack of patience was beyond my limit. To my relief, however, the slayer's unease was tempered with politeness. Their restraint let me breathe again. In truth, I could not have been more grateful, it allowed me to see the beauty of their resolve, the way humanity fought with intellect and skill against despair.

It was then I approached the Insect Hashira, Kocho Shinobu. So small in stature, yet fierce in presence—her courage, her dedication, her calm strength stirred something like admiration within me. She had given so much of herself for humanity, and in that moment, I felt a quiet respect blossom in my chest. By the time our meeting had ended, the night lay heavy and quiet upon us. As Yushiro and I prepared to take our leave, Shinobu’s voice stopped us. With a subtle smile, she invited us to her estate, offering to show her experiments and discuss further possibilities. So we walked together beneath the stars through the silence of the night. The path was easy, untroubled, and before long, the Butterfly Estate rose before us in a graceful, delicate way with the fragrance of medicine and blossoms.

“Kocho, thank you for inviting us into your home. It’s lovely,” I said, my tone as composed as ever, though inwardly I marveled at the warmth of her welcome. The small smile she offered in return told me my words had pleased her. Stepping into the Butterfly Estate, I did not expect the chorus of voices that greeted us, six girls waiting, their faces bright with excitement. Three rushed to Shinobu’s side, cheering as though her arrival were a festival. The other three turned their curious eyes on Yushiro and me, their whispers quick and eager.

I felt Yushiro tense at my side, his irritation simmering like an approaching storm. Before he could unleash one of his cutting remarks, I caught his gaze and mouthed a single warning: “Yushiro.” He understood and swallowed whatever sharp words he had prepared.

“Oh, who is that?”

“It’s two demons?”

“Are they staying for the night?”

Questions flew at Shinobu, who only laughed softly, her voice a gentle reprimand. “Good night, girls. I’m surprised to see you awake so far past your bedtime… though perhaps we may forgive it tonight.”

The girls pouted, cheeks flushed pink at her mild scolding. Their innocence was disarming, and despite myself, I smiled faintly at the sight. Shinobu continued her explanation, answering their endless curiosity.

I was listening to the whole dialog but then—

My eyes found her.

A woman among the girls, though not clad as a slayer. Her presence struck me like a sudden intake of air, so sharp it burned. I forgot myself, forgot to breathe until a faint gasp escaped my lips. At once, Yushiro stepped forward, ever protective, placing himself between me and the world.

“Tamayo-sama, are you well? Did something happen?” His voice was edged with alarm.

“I… I am fine,” I managed, though the words faltered. He did not believe me, but mercifully, he allowed the matter to rest. And so, once the attention shifted away, I let my gaze return to her. This time, she noticed. Our eyes met, hers shimmering with warmth, mine surely betraying too much and she gifted me a smile. Soft. Shy. Radiant.

This is dangerous.

Her smile struck me like lightning, and the heat it sparked spread mercilessly through my body. I forced myself to remain composed, though I could feel Shinobu’s eyes lingering, sharp and observant. When she said nothing, I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

It must have been nothing. Surely a passing moment. The heat was only the weather, I told myself. Only fatigue. Nothing to do with the beauty of a woman’s gaze.

So weeks passed, and denial became impossible. I was doomed. Hopeless. Lost.

The woman,Y/N, wove herself into my days without trying. Her laughter was a spell, her scent lingered long after she passed, subtle but intoxicating. I wanted, no, needed more. To know her, to hear her, to touch the warmth I had only imagined.

Yushiro began to tease me, his smugness unbearable whenever Y/N spoke to me and my hands trembled visibly. Worse still, Shinobu noticed first. She caught me faltering, caught my gaze straying again and again to where Y/N stood. Her giggles, soft and sly, told me she knew far too much.

I could not decide whether to scold or to thank Shinobu when she assigned Y/N to accompany me in gathering herbs. My nerves threatened to unravel, but they melted the moment she asked, shyly,

“Shall we go there to pick the best ones, Tamayo-sama?”

Her voice was hesitant, yet warm. Soon we were speaking about medicine, about food, about humanity itself and before I realized it, I was laughing softly with her, sharing small stories of adventures. Even when the basket was already full, I suggested we linger, that we sit together until almost dawn, I never seem to had enough of her.

In what felt like no time at all, closeness bloomed between us. More than good friends, though I lacked the courage to admit how my heart swayed. Shinobu, of course, noticed.

“Tamayo-san,” she teased one night, “I thought you were braver. There’s already a rumor that the two of you are a couple—so why not make it true? You act like it anyway.”

My eyes widened in shock. “Kocho-san, I most certainly do not!” I protested, clinging to composure. She rolled her eyes. “Please. The other day she fell asleep on your lap, and you spent two hours playing with her hair and humming to her.”

Heat rushed to my face. She wasn’t supposed to have seen that. “That is… what good friends do,” I lied, the words clumsy on my tongue.

“Not even you believe that, Tamayo-sama” Yushiro interjected, for once siding with Shinobu. The two of them united in their mischief, tormenting me without mercy.

The teasing ended abruptly when the door slid open and Aoi appeared in her nightclothes, her expression apologetic.

“Shinobu-sama,” she said, “some of the girls have caught a cold. Y/N seems to be the worst... she’s pale and not feeling well. I thought it best to tell you.”

Before Shinobu could respond, I was already on my feet. My body moved before my mind did, led by something deeper than reason. Using my senses, I found her room, knocked softly, and heard the faintest whisper:

“Come in.”

The sight broke me, her fragile body curled beneath the blankets, her skin pale with fever. My heart clenched, and before I could stop myself, I bent to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. Quietly, I prepared the remedy, hands steady though my chest trembled. Shinobu tended to the other girls, leaving Y/N entirely in my care. And selfishly, shamefully, I was glad.

For the next days, she was mine to tend, like a precious child, like something more. My heart quickened whenever she leaned against me for comfort. And when she pouted at the bitterness of the medicine, lips pursed in the sweetest defiance, I nearly broke. Nearly.

Nights blurred together after her recovery. She returned to her duties at the Estate with the same light in her step, the same brightness in her smile, but for me… nothing was the same. I had tasted what it meant to have her near me, clinging to me in her weakness, trusting me as though I were not a monster at all but something softer. I still craved it. One evening, as the lanterns burned low and the halls had grown quiet, I found her alone in one of the workrooms, sorting bundles of dried herbs with careful hands. I found myself speaking.

“Y/N.”

She looked up at me, eyes warm, her lips curving into that smile that always left me breathless. “Tamayo! you startled me. I thought everyone was asleep.”

“I… could not rest,” I confessed, and for once my voice faltered. I stepped closer, unable to resist. The moonlight caught her face, painting her in silver, and I was undone. How can something mortal shine brighter than eternity itself?

She tilted her head. “You’ve seemed… different, these days. Quieter. Is something wrong?”

How could I answer? My heart thundered like a guilty thing, begging to be freed. For centuries I have spoken with measured words, precise and careful—but now, my lips betrayed me.

“It is you,” I whispered. “You are what is wrong with me. Or perhaps what is right. I cannot decide.”

Her eyes widened, but she did not move away. So I continued, the dam within me broken.

“You have unsettled me, Y/N. My composure falters when you are near, my hands ache to reach for you. I tell myself it is madness, that I must remain silent, yet silence has become unbearable. You have made me… human again.”

For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of the night—the rustle of leaves, the hush of distant wings. And then, softly, she reached for my hand. With a shuddering breath, before I could think my next words she lifted my hand to her lips, pressing a reverent kiss against my skin. She smiled shyly, radiant and in that moment restraint shattered.

“I adore you with my whole soul, Tamayo, I don't want to hide it, I want to be with you for as long as I live.” she murmured, voice trembling with courage, “please… let me.”

And then she kissed me. Boldly, softly, but with intention. Her lips pressed to mine, warm and alive, and for the first time in centuries, I let myself melt. My hands moved on their own, cupping her face, pulling her impossibly close.

For once, I was not Tamayo the fugitive.

For once, I was only a woman in love.

I'm not fuxking with the real events of the manga right now so bare with me lol, I really did enjoy writing this, let me know what you think! Please send requests 🐻‍❄️ྀིྀི

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suiseistellar · 7 days ago

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Hi it‘s me and missing my Wife hours so have this Cantarella thing while I continue missing her

She doesn’t like seeing you engulfed by attention that wasn’t hers. Eyes preying upon you that aren’t hers. Smiling to someone wasn’t her.

Cantarella was not a jealous person by any means. She had money, power, status… and a beautiful Wife. But she will never get used to strangers talking to you as if they have known you for years in an attempt to get closer to the matriarch of the Fisalia‘s. You were off limits, for everyone, even Lady Rover. No matter how kind and helpful the outsider seemed to be, how much she actually owed here, I’m Cantarella‘s eyes, she had no business asking you for a dance. To take your hand into hers and leading you over the dance floor.

But… you seemed to be enjoying yourself. So your Wife refrained from interrupting your entertainment only until after you were done getting spun around by the tips of your fingers.

„You seem to be having a lovely time with my Wife, Miss Rover.“, her hand snaked around your waist with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes as you instinctively leaned more into her embrace, bringing your lips to her cheeks. „Oh, she has lots of interesting stories to tell… You should also indulge with her…“, you answer for the woman standing just a meter away from you, Lady Arbiter didn’t really seem to catch on what was truly going on here, merely managing to clear her throat and accept the glass of champagne a waiter offers her on a crystal tablet.

„You are too kind, Mrs. Fisalia. You are indeed a great conversation partner. Feel free to write to me if my stories ever manage to catch your interest again.“, she gave you a warm smile which slightly flickered with uncertainty when her eyes met the storm of blue colors that raged in the Matriarch‘s eyes. An unsettling contradict to how gently and polite Cantarella usually welcomed her with.

For the sake of a good public image, she had to bite on the inside of her cheek and swallow the snarky remark on her tongue. Time and place, Cantarella. Time and place.

Both came after the fancy gathering found its end late into the night. When you felt her hand dragging down the zipper of your dress as mewled and whimpered at the mouth glued to your neck.

„C-Canta-”, you panted as her hand massaged the soft muscles on your ass as your Wife caged you on the bed with your dress already being shoved down to your waist in an attempt to expose your bare body to her eyes. And the sight didn‘t disappoint.

„This is all mine. From your lips to your chest up to that heart beating inside your chest. It is all mine…“, she whispered as if she were in a trance by just looking at your beautiful tits still being hidden away behind your lace bra and those words certainly didn’t save your slip from how wet you’ve already gotten. Only worsened it.

But you liked this side of her, loved it even. Nobody would think of the composed matriarch to be this possessive over her Wife and it is a side of her only you get to witness.

And you will always cherish that.

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suiseistellar · 11 days ago

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the last herta post got me thinking would herta be whipped for her pregnant wife, like when reader suddenly shows up in the middle of her meetings and she’s not ashamed to show her soft side and pampering her wife infront of the other genius society members😫💜

Herta pretends to act like her usual self-absorbed self, but it’s very obvious she worries for you. Whenever you do something like climbing up the stairs, Herta gasps and goes “Are you crazy?! You can’t just walk up the stairs without me or any of the Mini Hertas to help you!” Or “Are you really going to lift that?! It’s too heavy and you’ll hurt yourself. Goodness, give it to the Puppets you silly thing…”

It’s a mix of scolding and genuine care, as she doesn’t want anything to happen to her pregnant wife. She masks it as indifference, but here she is ordering whatever foods you’re craving and snapping her fingers for someone to bring you a chair when you enter the room.

“Hey, hey!” Herta snaps her fingers and scoffs. “My wife has been standing for two minutes! Someone get her a chair! You! You there, give her yours!” And it’s even funnier because you walked in on a meeting and she’s ordering for one of the Genius Society members to give up their seat for you.

No matter what room you walk into, thanks to Herta’s influence and your role as her wife, everyone rushes to get you chairs, pillows, water and basically anything that you fancy. That’s how Herta dotes on her pregnant wife after all 🤭

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suiseistellar · 12 days ago

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I had a cute thought of Herta taking your guys’ baby to work and having them sit on her lap the entire time. Whether it’s working at her desk or attending meetings with the other Genius Society members, everyone is surprised to see the cold Madame Herta bouncing a baby on her lap while she speaks.

“What? Never seen an infant before? Aeons, grow up.” hey eyes narrow at those who stare at her, her baby giggling and being such a contrast to her icy demeanor. Things get even more cute when Herta’s wife (you) walk into the room, kissing her cheek and going “You forgot their formula, honey. Okay, I’ll leave you to work!” and Herta is now holding the baby and feeding it milk. She even puts them on her shoulder and begins burping them while she goes over some presentation, her face monotone the entire time. Even when her baby spittles a bit on her back she is unfazed, wiping their mouth with their bib and going to the next slide.

Call it ooc if you want, but I think it’s adorable for someone like Herta to break out of their comfort zone once becoming a parent <3

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suiseistellar · 16 days ago

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🍰⊹˚₊"𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞?"⋆｡°💍

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How the Hashira would propose to you..

₊°ᗢ₊˚✧☕Writer's Note: Sorry, I didn't write for Tengen cuz hes already got 3 wives, I don't write poly and because I couldn't think of a scenario to write😭

Starring: Gyomei Himejima, Rengoku Kyojuro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho.

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The night was quiet—save for the steady hum of cicadas in the summer air and the faint crackle of incense burning nearby. The moon hung high, silver light spilling across the temple courtyard where Gyomei had asked you to meet him.

When you arrived, you found him waiting on his knees before the shrine, prayer beads clutched tightly in his massive hands. His head was bowed, lips murmuring a prayer so soft you almost didn’t catch it. You’d seen him pray countless times, but this felt… different. There was a trembling weight to it.

When he finally raised his head, you noticed his eyes shimmered—not just with moonlight, but with tears.

“Forgive me if my words come clumsy,” he rumbled, voice deep and fragile at once, “but I cannot keep them caged in my chest any longer.”

He reached for you then, carefully, like you were porcelain. Despite his immense size, his touch was feather-light as he guided your hands into his own. You felt the warmth of his calloused palms, the steady rhythm of his pulse, the unspoken devotion in the way he held you as if you were the most sacred thing in the world.

“All my life,” Gyomei began, tears rolling freely now, “I have prayed for strength to protect, to guide, to carry others’ burdens when they falter. And yet—” His voice cracked, his breath catching as he squeezed your hands gently. “—you have been the one to carry mine. Your laughter… your kindness… the way you simply exist has saved me more times than I dare admit.”

He bowed his head again, tears dripping onto your joined hands.

Then, with a trembling exhale, he shifted onto one knee. His size alone made the gesture overwhelming—the towering, unshakable Stone Pillar kneeling before you like a humble man with nothing but his heart to offer.

From the folds of his robes, he produced a small, hand-carved wooden box. It wasn’t polished gold or expensive velvet—it was simple, yet smooth and lovingly shaped, as if he’d worked on it late at night with nothing but patience and prayers. When he opened it, you saw a ring inside, the band etched with delicate lines resembling prayer beads, a tiny stone glimmering at its center like a captured star.

“I have little to give this world that is not strength,” he whispered, voice breaking under the weight of his tears. “But every part of me—my prayers, my days, my heart—belongs to you. Will you… allow me the honor of spending the rest of my life at your side?”

The cicadas quieted, the incense smoke curled higher, and for a moment the whole world stilled, as if holding its breath for your answer.

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And when you said yes, Gyomei sobbed openly, clutching your hands to his forehead as if he were giving thanks to the gods themselves. His tears stained your knuckles, but his smile—gentle, broken, radiant—was brighter than the moonlight itself.

The world was drenched in warm orange as the sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the sky in fire. Rengoku had dragged you out to the fields just outside the city, saying he had something “most important” to show you.

He stood there, back lit by the sunset, his wild hair glowing like molten flame. His usual booming grin was on his face, but there was a certain nervous flicker in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

“[Name]!” he called, voice carrying like a war drum. “I’ve fought countless battles in my life! I have faced demons without fear and walked the edge of death itself!”

Then, in an uncharacteristic break, his voice softened—still strong, but trembling with raw emotion.

“Yet nothing has made my heart race like standing before you now.”

You blinked as he suddenly bent down, hands fumbling behind his back. When he straightened, he held something out proudly—a lacquered wooden box, decorated with a phoenix motif that he’d clearly burned into the surface himself.

But before he opened it, he grabbed your shoulders with surprising urgency, eyes blazing brighter than the sunset.

“You are my reason to keep moving forward! My fire burns brighter because you are by my side! Every moment I spend with you fills my chest with joy so strong, I could laugh until my voice breaks!”

And then—Rengoku, the man who never once wavered in the face of death, actually blushed. His voice lowered, gentler, so unlike his usual roar that it made your chest ache.

“So please, allow me the honor of making you my family… for the rest of my days.”

With a decisive motion, he dropped to one knee. The box flipped open, revealing a golden ring with a ruby set in the middle—burning as fiercely as his spirit. The band itself looked like dancing flames, carefully crafted, shimmering with life.

He held it out, eyes locked on yours, and for the first time you saw vulnerability flicker in the flame.

“Will you marry me?”

The sunset behind him seemed to ignite, and in that moment you could swear the entire sky was cheering with him. When you said yes, his face lit up even brighter than the fiery horizon, and he actually laughed—a booming, joyous laugh that echoed across the fields. He scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around until your cheeks hurt from smiling.

“FLAME AND SOUL! TOGETHER FOREVER!!” he shouted to the sky, as if he wanted the gods themselves to witness it.

And honestly? You knew they did.

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It wasn’t candlelight or a sunset. It was late at night, just the two of you sitting on the engawa outside his home. The cicadas had gone quiet, and the air was cool enough that you could see your breath. Sanemi was sitting beside you, a flask of sake in his hand, scars catching the moonlight like pale threads stitched across his skin.

He hadn’t said a word for a while, which was unusual—even his silences usually buzzed with tension, like he was daring the world to piss him off. But tonight? He just looked… restless.

Finally, he shoved the flask down and barked,

“Tch—damn it. I can’t keep this in anymore.”

You blinked at him, startled, but before you could ask, he was already dragging a hand through his spiky white hair, jaw tight. His voice was sharp, but underneath it trembled something uncharacteristically fragile.

“I’m no good at this shit. I don’t… I don’t say things right. I’m rough, I’ve got more scars than I can count, and I’ve lost more people than I’ll ever admit.”

His fists clenched on his knees. He looked away, teeth gritted like the words were being dragged out of him.

“But you—damn it—you stuck around. You didn’t flinch when I pushed you away, didn’t run when I showed you the ugliest parts of me. And for some reason—” His voice cracked, low and raw. “—you made me wanna live for something other than fighting.”

He stood abruptly, pacing like a caged animal, then finally whipped around and dropped to one knee so fast it was almost clumsy. From his haori, he yanked out a little pouch—rough leather, clearly handmade. He shoved it toward you with shaking hands.

When you opened it, you found a silver ring, simple but strong, with little wind-carved etchings along the band that looked almost like scars—and yet somehow, beautiful.

Sanemi’s voice shook, but his eyes burned into yours with a ferocity that left no room for doubt.

“I ain’t promising perfection. Hell, I’ll probably screw up a thousand times over. But I’ll fight for you. I’ll bleed for you. I’ll protect you with every damn breath I’ve got left.”

Then, almost too soft to hear, he added—

“…So marry me. Please.”

The word please broke something in your chest. Sanemi never begged. Never asked. But here he was, trembling, scars and soul laid bare, holding his heart out like a bloody offering.

When you whispered yes, he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for years. He pressed his forehead to yours, rough hands cupping your face, muttering curses under his breath—except this time, they weren’t angry. They were shaky little prayers, like “shit, I love you so much” and “don’t you ever leave me.”

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And when he finally slipped the ring onto your finger, his lips brushed over your knuckles—not delicate, not practiced, but desperate. Real.

The rain had just stopped, leaving the world dripping and fresh. You found Giyuu standing by the riverbank, where the moonlight shimmered across the water like liquid silver. He was always drawn to places like this—quiet, still, where words didn’t feel so heavy.

When he noticed you approaching, he shifted slightly, his haori swaying in the breeze. He didn’t smile, but his eyes softened, a gentleness reserved only for you. For a moment, the two of you stood side by side, listening to the water rush over stones.

Then, in his usual abrupt way, he spoke:

“There’s… something I need to say.”

His voice was low, almost drowned out by the river. His hands were at his sides, clenching and unclenching as though the words themselves were sharp.

“I’ve spent most of my life… watching people disappear. Every time I cared, it was taken from me. Every bond I made was cut short.”

He glanced down, unable to meet your eyes, his brows furrowed like he was scolding himself.

“When you came into my life, I thought it would be the same. That if I let myself hold on, the world would tear you away too. So I tried—” his voice wavered, “—I tried not to hold on at all.”

Your chest ached as he finally turned toward you, and for the first time, you saw fear—not of demons, not of death, but of losing you.

Slowly, with shaking hands, Giyuu reached into his uniform and pulled out a small cloth pouch. He untied it with fumbling fingers, revealing a ring inside: silver, delicate, carved with a pattern that mimicked rippling waves. Clearly something he’d chosen carefully, even if he never said so.

When he looked at you again, his eyes glistened—not from the river’s reflection, but from unshed tears.

“I’m not good with words. I’m not… easy to be with. But I know this: I can’t imagine a world without you in it. And I don’t want to anymore.”

He swallowed hard, then dropped to one knee, his voice trembling as he held the ring out to you.

“So… will you stay? With me? For the rest of our lives?”

The river roared quietly in the background, but the silence between you was louder. When you whispered yes, his breath hitched like he didn’t believe it. He slipped the ring on your finger with unsteady hands, his lips parting like he wanted to say more—but all that came out was a broken, relieved exhale.

He leaned his forehead against your hand, tears dripping onto your skin as he whispered the words he’d never said out loud before:

“Thank you… for not letting go.”

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The mist rolled gently across the mountainside, curling around the trees like pale silk. Muichiro had brought you here—his favorite spot to watch the clouds drift endlessly above. He was lying in the grass, eyes fixed on the sky, his expression calm and far away as usual.

For a while, he didn’t say anything. You thought maybe he had forgotten why he asked you to come here in the first place. But then, out of nowhere, his voice floated into the air—quiet, thoughtful.

“The sky looks endless, doesn’t it?”

You hummed in agreement, glancing at him. His pale eyes stayed fixed above, but there was something sharper in them, a rare focus.

“I used to think life was like that, too. Endless. But then I lost everything. My family, my time, even myself.”

He turned his head toward you then, his expression soft in a way that stole the breath from your lungs.

“And then… you appeared. Like sunlight breaking through the mist.”

Slowly, Muichiro sat up, reaching into his sleeve. His hands moved with unusual certainty as he pulled out a tiny wooden box, carved with cloud patterns. He held it gently, like it was something precious, before offering it to you with both hands.

When he opened it, you saw a ring—delicate silver, the band etched with tiny swirls that resembled drifting mist, a small aquamarine gem set at its center like a captured piece of the sky.

His voice, usually airy and detached, was firm now—quiet but unwavering.

“I forget a lot of things. Names, moments… sometimes even my own worth. But no matter how foggy everything gets, one thing always stays clear.”

He took your hand, his slender fingers brushing against yours with surprising steadiness. His pale eyes locked onto yours, filled with more emotion than words could carry.

“I love you. I don’t ever want to forget what it feels like to be with you. So… will you stay with me? Always?”

The mist curled thicker around you both, as if even the world itself was holding its breath. When you whispered yes, Muichiro’s lips parted in the faintest smile—small, rare, and more radiant than the rising sun.

He slipped the ring onto your finger, then leaned against your shoulder, his hair brushing your skin. His voice was a murmur, already softening back into dreamlike tones:

“Good. Because I think… with you, I’ll never feel lost again.”

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The night air was cool, lantern light flickering faintly inside Obanai’s home. You were curled up beside him on the tatami floor, Kaburamaru lazily coiled across his shoulders. Obanai wasn’t speaking—he rarely did when silence was enough—but his mismatched eyes kept flicking toward you, watching like you were something fragile he was terrified to lose.

Finally, after what felt like hours, his low, quiet voice cut through the stillness:

“I don’t… deserve you.”

You sat up a little, startled, but he didn’t look at you. His gaze stayed fixed on the floor, his hand absently stroking Kaburamaru’s scales.

“My blood is stained. My family’s sins are carved into me. All my life I’ve believed I was filthy—something cursed, undeserving of happiness.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his usual sharp tongue softened into something trembling, bare.

“But then you came along.”

Slowly, his mismatched eyes lifted to yours. For once, there was no scowl, no sharpness—just a raw, aching vulnerability that nearly undid you.

“You… you look at me like I’m worth something. Like I’m not the monster I’ve always seen in the mirror. And it terrifies me, because—”

His voice cracked, and he reached into his robes with shaking fingers. When his hand emerged, he held a small, black-lacquered box, the edges worn like he’d carried it for months, too afraid to actually open it.

“—because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost that.”

Finally, he moved closer, dropping to one knee in front of you. Kaburamaru slithered down his arm, curling delicately around your wrist, as though even the serpent was part of the vow he was making. Obanai opened the box, revealing a slender silver ring shaped like two intertwining serpents, their heads meeting to hold a tiny gem between them.

His voice was barely above a whisper, raw and stripped of all armor:

“I have nothing pure to give you. Only this flawed heart that beats louder whenever you’re near. But if you’ll allow it—” his breath trembled, “—I want to spend what remains of my life at your side. As your husband.”

His mismatched eyes burned into yours, terrified and desperate all at once.

“Will you marry me?”

When you answered yes, Obanai let out a shaky exhale, like he’d been suffocating until this very moment. His hands trembled as he slid the ring onto your finger, and when he leaned forward to press his forehead to your hands, Kaburamaru nuzzled against your palm too—like the snake was sealing the vow alongside him.

Obanai’s voice broke, barely audible as he whispered:

“…thank you, for choosing me. For making me believe I could be loved.”

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The festival lanterns glowed warm and pink, strung above the bustling street. Mitsuri had dragged you out, practically bouncing on her feet the whole way, her hair swaying in candy-colored waves as she pointed excitedly at every food stall you passed.

“Ooh, [Name]-chan, look at the taiyaki! And the dango! Ohhh, and that stall has candied apples—so cute!!”

Her enthusiasm was contagious—you couldn’t help laughing as she tugged you from one stall to another, insisting you try everything. By the time you sat down at the edge of the festival square, you both had your laps full of snacks, lantern light reflecting in her green eyes.

But then Mitsuri grew oddly quiet. She fiddled with the stick of her dango, cheeks already pink but deepening with something other than excitement.

“[Name]-chan…” she started softly, voice trembling. “I—I love eating delicious food. I love bright colors and laughter and warm moments. But more than all of that… I love you.”

You blinked, caught off guard, as she set her dango aside and turned fully toward you. Her hands were shaking as she dug into her sleeve, pulling out a little pink silk pouch.

When she opened it, your breath hitched. Inside was a ring—delicate gold, with tiny engravings of blooming sakura around the band, a small pink gem set at its center. It sparkled in the lantern light, but it was nothing compared to the way Mitsuri’s eyes glistened.

She dropped to her knees right there, not caring about the crowd, tears welling up as she clutched the ring like it was her entire heart.

“I know I’m a lot. I get loud, I eat too much, I talk too much, I feel everything so strongly… and sometimes I’m scared that it’s too much for people to handle.”

Her voice cracked, and she smiled through the tears, trembling but radiant.

“But you—you’ve never made me feel like too much. You make me feel like I’m just right. Like I’m perfect the way I am. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel that way too.”

The festival noise seemed to blur away, lanterns flickering softly around you as she held the ring out, eyes pleading but glowing with hope.

“[Name]-chan… will you marry me?”

Your yes barely left your lips before Mitsuri squealed—loudly. She threw herself into your arms, knocking over your plates of food, hugging you so tight you thought you’d burst. The crowd nearby clapped and cheered, but Mitsuri didn’t care; she kissed you over and over, tears running down her face, laughter bubbling from her chest.

She just grinned through her tears, slipping the ring onto your finger and declaring to the entire festival square:

“SHE SAID YES!!!”

The lanterns swayed, the fireworks cracked overhead, and you realized—you’d just agreed to spend forever with the brightest, sweetest, most unapologetically loving woman in the world.

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The garden behind the Butterfly Estate was quiet in the evening, the air rich with the scent of wisteria. Shinobu had asked you to join her, saying she wanted to “show you something.” When you arrived, she was already waiting, kneeling by the koi pond with a lantern glowing faintly beside her.

She looked up with that trademark fake smile.

“You’re late. I almost thought you’d forgotten about me.”

Her tone was light, teasing, but there was a tremble to her hands as she folded them neatly in her lap. You sat beside her, watching the koi ripple through the water. For a long while, she said nothing—just let the sound of the insects and the faint rustle of wisteria fill the silence.

Finally, her soft voice cut through the night.

“You know… when Kanae died, I thought my heart couldn’t hold anything good again. I thought I had to lock everything away—keep smiling, keep fighting, keep pretending.”

Her smile faltered, eyes glistening in the lantern light.

“And then… somehow, you appeared. And you were patient with me. You saw through the teasing, through the mask, and you still stayed. You made me feel like I wasn’t broken.”

Her hand brushed against yours, light as a butterfly’s wing, before she slowly pulled something from her sleeve: a small lacquered box, painted with purple flowers.

She opened it to reveal a delicate ring, silver and thin, with tiny engravings of wisteria climbing along the band. At the center sat a violet gem, soft and shimmering like moonlight on water.

Shinobu let out a tiny, nervous laugh, biting her lip.

“I’m a poison, you know. I can be sharp, biting, sometimes even cruel. But if you’ll let me… I promise to spend every day making sure my love is the antidote.”

Then, in an uncharacteristically vulnerable move, she shifted to her knees, lowering her head slightly as she held the ring toward you. Her voice was steady, but her eyes shone with tears she was too proud to shed.

“So… will you marry me?”

When you said yes, Shinobu exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for years. She slipped the ring onto your finger with careful, trembling hands, then leaned forward to rest her forehead against yours.

Her smile returned—gentle, teasing, but this time unmasked.

“Good. Now you’re stuck with me forever. Don’t think you can take it back.”

And as the wisteria swayed above you, you realized you wouldn’t dream of it.

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anniversary.

pairing: arlecchino x fem!reader

cw: arles fat dick, breeding kink, creampie, dryhumping, cunnilingus, tit job, the usual arlecchino menu on this blog.

context: i really don’t know what to put here after working on this for the past five months just hop in

word count is like 9k or so whatever man

Crack!

Another one of your experiments was now spreading over the table. A row of curses flying straight from your lips when your hand snatched up the first cloth within reach to clean the mess on the iron surface. Great. Now you had to dry off the bottoms of the other bottles as well.

This was your fourth attempt at trying to come after Sir Pierro‘s request, a poison strong enough to kill an elephant with a single drop and so far- it wasn‘t looking bright for you. With Project Stuzha now going into its main phase, your schedule was beyond filled from sunrise until the stars decided to light up the firmament outside the laboratory. It wasn’t rare for you to spend one, two or even three nights in a row on the sofa in your office that was directly linked to your personal facility. And you haven’t properly seen her for… a little over a week. At least four times a day there was a subordinate knocking at the heavy door to your workspace, only to ask if you may have any knowledge about your husband‘s whereabouts, when the harsh truth was that you haven’t even shared a bed together in almost a week. Being a center point of Project Stuzha, Arlecchino‘s days were packed from front to back with negotiations in- and out of town, carrying out Pierro‘s list of demands that will probably not find a foreseeable end in her lifetime and mountains of paperwork piling up and demanding her undivided attention seven days of the week. Therefore you didn’t blame her for the lack of contact during the last weeks, it was expected, something that was as natural as breathing for someone of her importance. You were just worried about her tendencies to neglect herself in the midst of her workload. It‘s all you have been thinking about lately. The curse thrumming through her veins slumbered at times before flaring up again like a volcano. Uncontrolled. Unpredictable. Often rendering her body weak in the process for multiple days in a row. That‘s why you started documenting the liveliness of the Bloodfire. What triggered the curse to act up. What soothes her the most. What is she supposed to do in such a case. There is a whole shelf resting in your office that is dedicated to her and the only thing you managed to take away from her was her daily night terrors. A special sleeping aid you conducted carefully over months worth of research since her curse seems to kill off anything that doesn’t belong into her blood circulation, including medication, so pills and syrups weren’t an option, you had to go with something external. It‘s an oil consisting of a distilled opium and a bunch of medical herbs she has to apply around her nose, the smell so sickening it would knock out even the strongest Fatui General but- it works. It works so good that it knocks her out cold for the night and allows her a full night‘s sleep. On the downside, she seems to have great troubles with getting out of bed the following morning, often claims to be experiencing a sore ache throughout her muscles which is why she only ever results to its use on really, really bad days. Days when you aren’t there to rub a calming, loving hand over her back while she breathes in the scent of you that sends her mind into a daze of comfort. Arlecchino often felt out of place in Teyvat. But never in her Wife‘s arms.

Yet, despite your busy schedule, something did not quite click today. Usually you were concentrated enough to get your projects done in time and keep up with requests and other appointments for testing, refining and what not but today something felt off. Missing.

As if you were forgetting an important puzzle piece. And it‘s been robbing you of every single logical thought for hours now.

Was it one of the children‘s birthdays? The designated calendar seemed to be clear of any anniversaries. Maybe you were supposed to update her Majesty on your progress? No, your schedule only told you that you were a whopping three hours behind. Hm, maybe you should‘ve gone through the pile of letters on your desk before they had a chance to form mountains on it… but it was too late to dig into them now anyways. You could swear the answer was resting somewhere in the back of your mind but breaking your head halfway through the day over this matter won’t get you anywhere.

But that feeling of unease lingered and it hindered your abilities greatly. A miscalculation here, measuring the wrong substances there- you were just about to rip out your hair when you realized you calculated with the wrong unit of measurement yet again when it knocked against the steel door of the lab.

With a sigh you pulled off the gloves from your sweaty hands to throw them in the garbage, „Come in.“, cleaning up the mess of your last experiments sounded like a good idea to get your mind to think of something else other than today‘s chain of failures.

But you did not expect Lyney to enter through the door out of all people. The snow on his Fatui Coat already melted on his way here through the facility, but his cheeks and nose were still the color of a tomato.

„Lyney?“, and just like that you disregarded everything that was of importance to you during the last minutes as you made your way over to your child, taking his face into your hands to wipe away the melted remains of Snezhnaya‘s weather on his skin, „Archon‘s you are freezing… are you wearing enough layers? Did you receive the sweaters your father got you and your siblings? Are you eating enough warm meals?“, you took the liberty to pull a little on his cheek which seemingly did little to soothe the young man’s embarrassment.

„M-Mother… I‘m fine… It‘s just storming again outside, nothing big…“, he gently patted your wrist before taking a step back, taking his hat off to comb his fingers through his hair, „Father merely asked me to check up on you, she was fearing that you were overworking yourself again.“

Very rich coming from her.

„Me? Overworking? I‘m just busy like she is.“, you nodded back at the mess behind you to undermine your sentence before you made your way over to your desk to quickly hide away the empty piled up cups of coffee that you have been collecting for a little over a week now.

„That is… not what I‘m referring to… I got a bunch of questions from her that she wanted me to ask you to ensure your wellbeing, mind if I do?“, he silently ticked the box Has been consuming unhealthy amounts of caffeine.

„Questions? Do I need to remind your father that we are around the same age and therefore both adults?“, of course it was nice that your husband still wanted to make sure that you were taking care of yourself but there were other ways for that.

„Please, discuss this with her and not me… She also mentioned something about letters she has sent you.“, he was a bit hesitant to directly point out the untouched envelopes next to you.

Did not open any of my letters. Ticked.

Okay, maybe you should have taken a look at the senders before just throwing them all onto the same stack.

„Letters, uh… Seems like they didn‘t make it all the way here… You know, the mailmen always had their troubles with finding the way to the labs.“, your husband‘s perfect handwriting before you on the desk almost seemed to be mocking you.

„Uh-huh… Are you eating three meals a da-“

„Honey, I do not have the time for this. Just tell your Father that I‘m alive, breathing and not malnurished. Here, I‘ll even sign a paper for you.“, you sigh, grabbing a random blank paper and a pen to start writing your little poem to her. Seriously, sending him over to interview you on her behalf. She must be a little off her senses herself.

„I guess that would also do for her. Besides, I have a little question myself for you, Mother.“, his hand ran over the plush of the chair that‘s been placed in front of your desk for eventual visitors. Now he was just wondering why you would store an entire months worth of coffee there.

„Go on… but it better not be about one of your magic tricks requiring a flammable substance again.“, the glare you sent up at him was enough for his finger to tug at the fabric of his sweater fitting around his neck, breathing out a nervous laugh, „N-No… I was just wondering if you remembered your wedding anniversary today-“

Time seemed to stop for you as the pen almost fell from your grip.

You began to hear the muffled sound of your increasing heartbeat as reality dawned on you. That‘s what has been making you feel off for the entire day.

It should‘ve clicked way earlier. Hell, you shouldn‘t even have forgotten it in the first place.

Your eyes glanced down to the ring adoring your hand that‘s been holding the paper down, the words seemingly starting to grow blurry. It was until a gentle hand came down on your shoulder when you looked up into your son‘s purple irises mustering you with a rare hint of worry etched into them.

„It‘s okay… Father didn‘t mention a single thing about having to run errands for your gifts during the last days so I guess she must have forgotten too…“, he gave you a soft smile as his hand squeezed your shoulder.

You only managed a look of disbelief.

„She… also forgot? Are you sure?“, for her out of all people to forget something as important as your wedding anniversary… Of course you were not mad, just a bit shocked to be fair.

„I can’t be certain… but usually she starts growing pretty frustrated during planning and is always out and about to choose gifts and a restaurant or maybe plan a whole trip but this time it‘s… well, the last two weeks have been pretty busy for her and she also just left for a negotiation but I think she did not realize the date approaching rather than completely forgetting it.“, that seemed to make more sense to you. Either way, you had to do something about this. You never missed an important date such as this one and you certainly won‘t start today.

„Where are you going? Don‘t you have projects to finish?“, he asked slightly bewildered as he watched you grab your coat from your chair before throwing it over your shoulders and closing it up.

„I‘m going to spend my anniversary with my husband of course. I can still finish up the rest some other time.“, she will always come first after all, you were already behind your schedule anyways.

„I suppose you came here by carriage?“

Sure he did. And he was by no means exaggerating about the snow storm raging through the lands of her Majesty. By the time you both reached the carriage your hair resembled a bird‘s nest and could only be hardly managed by combing your fingers through the knotted strands. The inside was luckily warmed up enough with a bunch of candles that you didn‘t have to think about dying of Hypothermia.

„Is there something else you want to talk about?“, you asked when you leaned back against the cushion of your seat when you heard the horses outside starting to move forward. He looked a little troubled at your question, if not a bit embarrassed which only had you nudging him with your elbow, „Go on, your Father isn‘t here. Just ask away, Lyney. I won‘t tell her if you don‘t want me to.“

„I-It‘s not that… We have just been wondering if… if you and Father have been planning to have a baby sometime in the future…“, his voice was reduced to a whisper by the time he finished his sentence and he tried to hide behind his hat too.

Okay. That was not a question you expected. At all.

You didn‘t make it obvious to him but the thought of it caused your heart to swell into an almost painful size. Of course you already had the babytalk but that was ages ago when you were just newlyweds and a lot of time has passed since then, but you both agreed that it was just simply too early for something as big as a baby. It was not just that. Crucabena left her scars on Arlecchino. While she wasn‘t against the idea, she had her doubts and even if she‘s already a Father to many children, having one of your own- one that was yours by blood- was something completely different. How could she be sure that she would make a good parent? Would her occupation with the Fatui even allow it? Was it worth the risk to put you through childbirth? Just too many variables that spoke against this decision at the time.

You had to breathe in before giving him an answer, „Dearest, this is sadly nothing I can truthfully tell you. And right now wouldn‘t be a good time for a baby anyways. Parenthood is nothing to be taken lightly and we are in the middle of getting Project Stuzha on two feet. I think she would probably never close her eyes ever again if I happened to get pregnant now and she is already overprotective enough. Or else you wouldn‘t be here.“, you chuckled lightly at the end, contaminating enough for the boy to join in.

„Seems logical…“

„How did you come up with that topic in the first place? Did she mention something in my absence?“, now it was you who grew curious. Lyney was never one to just ask stuff like this out of the blue. He must have a reason. Especially with how he immediately grew interested in the snowy landscape that could be seen through the window next to him.

„Lyney…“, your voice grew suspicious as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. He was definitely trying to leave a detail out.

„Please… d-don‘t tell her but around three weeks ago, Sir Childe seemed to have misunderstood something. A General revealed her pregnancy back then and he probably only found out through some rumor that must have spread around after the incident. Well… that rumor did involve you… and that you were hiding a pregnancy…“.

Great, how you only found out about this now. Downside of barely working in the Palace like your Husband does.

„Pregnant, huh? How come I only get to find out about this now?“, you said with gritted teeth before pulling on Lyney‘s cheek, making him whine out as he begged you to let go, „I-I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry-! I thought Father or Sir Childe a-already told you-!“.

You sighed as you let go of him to rub the bridge of your nose, „Unbelievable… but to answer your question- no. Your Father and I don’t… have a baby planned…“, yet, „but if your Father already debunked said rumor… how come you came up with this…?“, you raised an eyebrow as you looked right through him. No way he‘d still ask if she already handled the situation.

„How… H-How do I say this…“, he stammered as he scratched his neck, trying to build a sentence in his head that doesn‘t come off as delusional, „It was probably nothing but… I was in the room with her when Sir Childe bursted in with the news. I… I-It was probably my imagination, but Father looked… thrilled for a moment… almost ecstatic… but again, it was just for the blink of an eye, maybe something with the lightning…“, he strictly avoided eye contact the more your eyes narrowed at his explanation.

You just hoped he didn’t hear your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

The truth is that you stopped taking birth control ages ago, with your Husband’s knowledge of course, she didn’t have any complaints about it at the time. Actually you just thought there was no point in taking it any longer, the hormones messed with your system and there were always other alternatives, you just switched back to condoms- well… wanted to. Most of the time you are actually forgetting it- or rather leaving it out.

But perhaps a little talk was overdue.

The Knave‘s office was always tidy with barely a speck of dust inside. The desk carved of flame-resistant Flammabomb Wood was already intimidating on itself, spreading widely across a span of around two meters, enough space for paperwork and other files to lie comfortably on the side with still enough space for the Harbinger to attend her workload. Besides the occasional stacks of paper neatly arranged on the left and waiting to be worked off, there was little utensils being almost perfectly organized in the middle. A fine fountain pen from Fontaine, engraved with her Name in a cursive gold, a crystalline inkpot resting next to it along with a ruler and a few colorful pens with each color having a different use. She mostly uses them for the children‘s homework and reports.

Besides that, there were a few files resting on the right. Almost all of them contained classified informations about a few certain businessmen. You’d bet your research on it that these contained the dirt on each of their hands. Arlecchino was as neat as always with her work. You liked that about her. Loved it, in fact. She always puts all her effort into each task, never slacking off, never making mistakes. That included your marriage. As Husband, Peruere was perfect in every way. While she might not be the most emotional person, she never let that hinder her ability to show how dearly she loves you. Regular dinner dates -even if your schedule sometimes only allows it once every few weeks-, lovely bouquets getting delivered to your workplace with even lovelier messages attached to them, taking you shopping at the most random times (she just knows when you are in a bad mood) or treating you to a massage at the end of a hard day, no matter how exhausted she herself is. There will always be time for you and the children. You are the anchor amidst her life, when her curse is once again flaring up, banging at the back of her mind and pulsing through her veins, reminding her that she herself is but an error in the already faulted system of Teyvat- you are what keeps her sane, alive.

Arlecchino often lets rank speak first whenever it comes to diplomatic matters, but her first and most important title will always be Husband. Your Husband. She took the kind of pride in that ring on her finger as others may shelter it for their most important accomplishments in life. That‘s the kind of person she was. A Spouse to her wonderful Wife.

It was the same reason she kept a certain picture on her desk. A picture of you. She wasn’t in the frame itself but rather the one behind it and if the whole palace decided to burn to ashes one day, it will be this particular photo that she will take with her to safety.

It was shot on a rather warm evening at the beach in Morte Region, your damp hair was dirty with sand from taking a sunbath at the shore and the slightest evidence of a sunburn was visible on your shoulders despite Arlecchino‘s efforts to cover you up in sunscreen. You weren’t exactly smiling when she took the photo but a rather startled expression was etched into your face, making it look all the more natural. The camera was originally gifted to her by Freminet on Winter Solstice and to be honest- she never found any use to it until a few months later when you talked her into spending a day away from the duties of the Hearth, just the two of you.

You were too beautiful to not save the moment for all eternity. So ethereal, so glowing. The gloom of sunset drowning you in a beautiful orange as your hair was clinging to your wet skin while you looked at your Husband as if she just asked you to marry her all over again. She almost did that, too.

You had her promise to show this particular portrait to absolutely nobody- in your eyes, you looked chaotic, dirty with sea water and sand all over you, but to her…

You were the warmth people looked for on a freezing winter night. The type of person people name whole stars after. The type of person they write love poems about.

You looked exactly like what she saw you as. The love of her life.

The fingers you ran across the frame stilled as you heard footsteps approaching, only for them to start fading away again. According to her schedule laying on the desk, she should get out of the negotiations any minute by now so you took the liberty of getting comfortable in her seat. And you often didn’t envy her but… archons… you could fall asleep like this… and once boredom took over you were already flipping through the classified files on your right. Turns out that the names matched up with those scribbled down on her schedule and you weren’t exactly a gossip but… money laundering, cheating on his wife, drug dealing… She sure must have gotten them to sweat.

Thinking about sweating… it‘s been a while since she had you-

The sheer thought of it alone caused your core to ache. One thing you found out about lately was to never give into what you perceived as your more degenerate thoughts but the lack of sex lately did contribute to your awful workflow. And you hated it. Hated how the memories of her cock bullying into you tormented you late at night when you were supposed to work on your projects and not even your fingers were enough to satiate this thirst inside of you. There was one time where you even painfully grinded your leaking pussy over the edge of your table, having to delude yourself that it was actually her knee you were using as a grinding pad, it was quite literally a dire situation for you.

To steer your mind into a different sea of emotions, you pushed yourself up from her chair to round the desk and make your way over to the window. The lack of lit candles in her office allowed tonight’s full moon to illuminate the room in a beautiful, gentle light. The raging storms of her Majesty slowly came to a close as your view wandered over the palace gardens that were draped in a beautiful cloak of white that was glistening in the glow of tonight’s firmament.

It wasn’t rare that your Husband used the freedom her title bestowed her with to take a stroll through the grounds with you when you came by ever so often during working hours, her usually burdensome curse allowing her to radiate a gentle warmth that expanded over to you, her dear Wife. She hated seeing you freeze, especially when she could obviously do something against that runny nose and how you painfully tried heating up your shaking hands by cupping them around your mouth. The first time you wandered through her Excellency‘s estate you ended up pressed against the stony facade of the bridge that led over the frozen lake that spread through a good half of the garden. With her kneeling before you. Both of your legs thrown over her shoulders and placing your entire weight on her as her tongue dove into your pulsating cunt.

The Knave was eating out her wife in broad daylight for everyone to see. On her knees like an animal in heat and only concealed by the fabric of your skirt that was draped over her head to access you comfortably.

She didn’t tell you about the guards she had placed at each gate to keep out any unwanted disturbances.

Yes, that garden inherited many beautiful memories.

But just as you wanted to check out how the newly built fountain was doing, an all too familiar voice echoed through the hallway outside the office.

„If I wanted to ruin my anniversary I would have done it myself instead of leaving the task to not three, not four, but five imbeciles to mess up. Everything was flawlessly written down in the file that I handed to you and I find out halfway through the day that a whole team managed to book the reservations an entire week too early. So not only do I have to deal with a disappointed Wife for the rest of the month but also with several no-show fees to take care of?“, her tone sent a shiver down your spine. Arlecchino was never someone to outright yell but rather dip her words into utter viciousness. The kind of tone she resulted to, when faced with only the most repulsive individuals.

A silence so deafening spread itself out over the small group of people, you could’ve heard a needle hitting the ground in the distance. You sometimes forget that your Husband is holding one of the highest positions within the organization and for good reason. No conversation doesn’t go in her favor.

Fear is housed by everyone. Old. Young. Rich. Poor. Fear is the biggest weakness in one’s profile. Something more lethal than any bullet. Sharper than any knife. Which is why Father doesn’t like tears. Why one of the first lessons a child in the Hearth learns is to mask and control their fear.

To Arlecchino, fear is just another tool to keep the upper hand.

Which is why nobody even dared to breathe out a single word to the diplomat.

„Speak.“

„Lord… A-Arlecchino… we truly have nothing to excuse our failure for-”

„Mr. Stark. You have a wife yourself, correct?“, the sharp sound of Arlecchino‘s heels hitting the marble floor was to be heard behind the doors. Circling him probably.

„I… yes… y-yes, I do…“, you heard the man’s voice tremble with cold terror. Maybe you should intervene…

„I see. Now, you get to walk home everyday. To see her greet you at the doorstep with a smile. To sleep next to her each night and bathe in her presence. Maybe if you feel like it you will come into work an hour later to just admire her sleeping beauty a bit longer. I don’t have that luxury. In fact, it has been weeks since I properly spent time with my Wife. Which is why we were both looking forward to this day. But do you see my Wife anywhere? Right. You do not, because five fools were too incompetent to follow a step-by-step instruction.“, her voice carried through the corridor for a few seconds before silence took over once again. But instead of an answer, the culprits only gestured behind her, all while holding their breaths. Those are probably tears of relief in one of the women’s eyes. They were all staring at you like some kind of holy savior when you quietly opened up the door behind her.

You only chuckled slightly in response to which your Spouse whipped around with perhaps the deadliest glare- just for her expression to immediately falter at the sight of you. A soft smile carried by your pretty painted lips as you smooth over the fabric of her suit jacket on her shoulder.

„Let your subordinates in one piece for me, will you?“, you snickered as your other hand tugged a few loose strands of white hair behind her ear.

Goodness, she was in awe. What even happened during the last five minutes? Something, something instructions… missing Wife… anniversary… you know what, it doesn’t even matter.

„You are dismissed.“, you have never seen the switches inside her head flip so quickly with how her hands were already glued to your hips, gently pushing you back into the privacy of her office.

„But-”, their response was only met with the slam of her office door in front of their faces, hard enough to even blow the toupee off of Mr. Stark‘s head and followed by the click of the door‘s lock.

„For how long have you been waiting for me here…?“, she asked, not a single hint of her earlier tone to be found within the softness of her words as her hands made an effort to roam up and down the sides of your hips. Archons, her heart was beating so fast at the sight of you it was almost pathetic. She just missed you that much.

„Oh, not for too long… maybe fifteen minutes at most. But sending our child over to check up on me is a little too much, don‘t you think so…?“, your voice grew more sultry with each syllable as you slipped off the coat from her shoulders and nobody could have cared less when the expensive piece of clothing hit the polished floors with a dull thud.

„I‘m failing to see how checking up on my Wife is overbearing after she didn’t respond to any of the letters that I wrote to her in the past two weeks.“, she scolded you mildly. A hint of desperation hiding behind those bloody pupils of hers.

„À propos de notre anniversaire-”, she started, wanting to breach the topic about your ruined wedding anniversary before you shushed her by gently laying your index finger onto her lips.

„Whatever plans got ruined today don’t matter to me because I am here now. And all we truly need for this day is each other, do we not, my dear Husband…?“, the finger you kept on her lips slowly trailed down south, tracing her jawline before running idly over the hot pulse on her neck as Arlecchino wordlessly let you feel her up all you wanted.

The lack of light did little to illuminate her handsome features except for the cold shine of tonight‘s moon pushing through the curtains of the windows. The only thing that you could make out clearly were those inhuman crosses for eyes. Her intense gaze would have probably triggered the flight or fight response of any other person, but for you?

„You‘re staring.“, she muttered, voice laced with something carnal as you felt the edge of her desk suddenly pressing into your lower back, „I-I am merely observing you-”, two hands slowly placed themselves at each side next to you on the wood as your Husband- much taller Husband- leaned down to your face in an unfaltering pace which had you building up the distance between you in response by leaning back until she very much hovered over your figure halfway laying on her desk.

„You truly don’t mind…? I will have something arranged for us in no time if you really-”, her attempt to mend the mistakes of her agents was reduced to dust yet again as you shook your head while she felt your warm hands slowly engulf her face with your thumbs rubbing soft circles into her cheeks.

„La seule chose dont j'ai besoin ce soir, c'est de mon mari…“

„The only thing I need tonight is my Husband…“

A silence spread over the both of you as nobody dared to break off the eye contact that seemingly connected your souls to one another in that moment.

„You‘re stari-“, you weren‘t given the opportunity to finish your sentence when her lips sealed you tightly off as her tongue more or less pushed its way inside your mouth, exploring, nudging your tongue with her own as you felt your teeth clashing together with how desperately she pressed herself into you. Gods, she missed you so much. Missed those whimpers that got swallowed up by your kiss as you tried holding onto her- anywhere- as you felt her hands push your thighs apart for her to finally press herself against you.

Already hard….

Air was suddenly so difficult to come by when you had someone robbing you of every single bit of it with hands pushing up the fabric of your dress over your legs like clockwork.

If you only knew how much of a hard time your Husband was having. It took every single bit of her self control to not just rip off every single layer of fabric that’s shielding your bare body from her hungry eyes. But this environment was unbecoming for this type of occasion. Her Wife deserved way better than this on their anniversary, yet… a little appetizer never hurt anyone.

„I promise you-”, she couldn’t even properly finish her sentences as her mouth found yours again, „…I‘ll rearrange today’s reservation for another day…“, she sounded almost desperate to make up for the spoiled surprise but your gut was telling you that she was actually yearning for something else…

When her lips connected to your collarbone you took the opportunity to sneak a hand down between the two of you until her trail of kisses was abruptly stopped by a breathy groan as she felt your hand cupping and squeezing her through her pants. Evil. So evil.

„My love- what are you-”, she rasped into your ear and pressed herself into your palm almost instinctively as a voice in the back of her mind almost screamed at her to rip through your panties, to release all that pent up energy inside of her as she plows ballsdeep into your welcoming pussy, squeezing her so tightly as your moans fill the air, nails clawing themself into her back as-

„P-Peruere, y-your desk-!“, you ripped her right back out of whatever cock-ridden psychosis she was about to enter as she blinked away the desire clouding her mind.

Her… desk…?

Archons above.

Flammabomb wood might be fire resistant but nothing can save it from the Knave dragging her claws through the surface and leaving a pattern behind that could easily be mistaken for a feral animal. But who cares about the customized office furniture that cost more than half a fortune when your Wife is looking at you with big eyes and exposed panties?

„I’ll get it replaced.“, certainly not her. Two fingers pushed aside the drenched cloth that was hiding your eager cunt from her view and you swore you saw her visibly gulp and suck in her lower lip between her teeth.

She was really trying her best to hold back.

Your back melted into a beautiful arch followed by an enticing moan when you felt her push two of her fingers inside all too easy, literally swallowing her up.

With a click of her tongue, your Husband already began to work her magic and curled up her fingertips, „Did my Wife miss me that much…?“, she whispered almost hypnotized by how loudly you were already singing for her, your hands reaching down to the one that’s currently showing you heaven itself to further press them into you, just doing anything to get more of her.

„‘issed you s-so much….“, you barely managed to whimper out, „kiss me- P-Peruere kiss-”, a large hand suddenly grabbed after your face before her lips came crashing down onto yours. She kissed you as if she wanted to transfer her soul over to you, as if she wanted her life to be in your hands and yours alone. Her fingers still doing their best in stretching you open because preparations need to be done in advance after all. Archons, she cannot wait to arrive in the privacy of your bedroom. The things she has in mind for you. She spent way too many times unsatisfied with her hand that her dick is starting to give her a headache, literally just wanting to burst through her fitted pants and god does it test her patience.

A hot spark of ecstasy shoots down your spine when your legs go boneless and the knot that’s been rapidly building up in your abdomen comes loose around her fingers. Your cum gushing over her fingers as your mewl her name loud enough for the whole floor to hear while your lungs feel like they are about to explode from desperation when her fingers leave your pussy for good as the thick string of your arousal snaps the connection between the both of you.

„Don‘t give me that disappointed look, my love. We aren’t even remotely done here.“, her words were wisely chosen, spoken with a tone she only ever uses on you, low and anticipated.

Your chest hurt from the sudden intake of oxygen as you watched her with a flushed face bring up those soaked fingers to put them in her mouth for a cleanup, „D-Did you hear me complain…?“, you breathed out as you sat back up to grab after the tissue box resting next to you, only for your Husband to push your hand down as she pulls out the fingers from her mouth.

„That won’t be needed. I‘ll make sure of it.“, and with a tug on your hand, she pulled you off of her desk with you immediately grabbing onto her for balance as you felt your legs slightly giving up under your weight. Luckily, she was quick enough to secure you with a strong arm around your waist as she gave you one of her self-satisfied smirks, „Need me to carry you, my Lady?“, her light mockery was accompanied by her hand wandering dangerously low to your behind to which you only responded with a grip onto her wrist to fix her position onto your lower back, „Careful there… I can still decide to go back experimenting.“, you whispered as your other hand guided her down for yet another kiss and that hand you just fixed still found its way back down to your ass.

Unbelievable.

„Mh…. I would actually believe you if it weren’t for the way you screamed my name loud enough for the whole Palace to hear just now. We‘re going home, ma chérie.“

It took the willpower of three archons for the two of you to walk through Zapolyarny Palace without dryhumping each other in the hallway like two animals in heat, but you still ended up pressed against a cold wall with a tongue shoved down your throat one, two, three… four times in a row until you finally ended up on the ride back home.

And even here were you strictly put on her lap, right onto her aching boner as her teeth pulled and nibbled on your swollen lips, two cursed hands grabbing onto your bare ass after showing up your skirt out of her damn way for good. She cannot possibly fuck you in here like she wanted to. Deep and hard. The environment of a moving carriage and potholes all over the streets would only frustrate her so she is sticking to the traditional way of groping your every curve and painting your neck with her lipstick and teeth all the while you had your arms swung around her as you drag your clothed cunt over her imprisoned cock that’s surely soaking her boxers in precum by now.

„H-Hah- s-slow-”, you groaned softly as Arlecchino‘s lips connected to your jawline like a magnet all over again.

Her tongue dragged itself delicately over your sensitive spot before you felt her tilting your head to the side for a more comfortable access which had you singing in only the sweetest melody for her. Loudly. Loud enough for the sound to travel down south into her pants. Nobody understands how desperately she needs to be back inside you right now. To drag her aching cock in and out your squelching cunt as each thrust forces more of her load to ooze out of your stuffed hole. To breed… To get her Wife pregnant with child. Her child. A thought that’s been tormenting her for a long time by now— and that’s fucking with her head especially during the last weeks, the weeks she can’t seem to spend enough time with you. She‘d think about names, what they’d possibly look like, how utterly gorgeous you’d look with a swollen belly, it is driving her mad.

Again, the thought of it catches her off guard and forces an almost desperate expression onto her usual stern face with a sudden moan slipping from her lips as you press you drenched cunt down onto her caged dick.

The amount of precum that you just milked out of her with that move forces almost something similar to embarrassment into her face which she quickly masks again.

But of course you caught it.

„W-What was that…?“, you asked her between breathy moans and a hand coming up to caress her cheek.

„Don’t mind it.“, she casually evaded the topic like she always did when something doesn’t really go according to her plan. The downside of dating a diplomat.

You didn’t notice your ride finally coming to an end until your Husband gently pushed you off of her swollen lips and a face that was dizzy with lust as she threw your coat back over your shoulders, not even caring about properly fixing your clothes.

They will come off anyways in a few minutes.

„A-Already here…?“, your words were accompanied by a slight slur as you try to gather your thoughts after she just robbed you of every coherent one during the past twenty minutes.

It was like watching a drunkard trying to gather their stuff before they leave the pub.

„Is that disappointment I’m hearing?“, Arlecchino slightly clicked her tongue as the door gets opened and a cold gust of wind quickly wipes out the remaining warmth of the small carriage as she helps you with getting out on your shaky legs.

„D-Don‘t get ahead of yourself…“

„Oh, I would do no such thing. Been merely observing you.“, she replied before bidding the coachman a good night and guided you with a hand on your back towards the mansion until it couldn’t get any slower for her liking so you were swiped off of your feet in a single motion. With only one arm under your knees needed to secure you against her.

She had places to be with you after all.

Which happened to be your bedroom tonight.

The moment she swung the door open to let you back down, both of your coats dropped to the floor followed by her jacket and your skirt before she let herself fall down onto her knees as she ripped your soaked slip out of her way to bury her face into your wet cunt, dragging an exhilarating sound out of you as felt your knees buckle around her head from the earlier stimulation.

„P-Peruere-!!“, you gasped out between moans when her tongue slipped past your well-kept bush and into your hole as her fingers dug into the muscles of your thighs.

The scent and taste of your sex filling her nostrils was driving her to the edge of her self control as she swallowed up your juices and drank up like a good Husband. Too often she fantasized about feasting on you during the last weeks, how you‘d scream for her, how you‘d taste on her tongue as your legs gave up to the point of her having to hold you up all by herself with her face buried into you.

The noises you‘re making are short and whiny, pleas for her to continue as you tried rocking your hips further into her with your hand keeping her firmly in place by her hair. Her scalp slightly irritated by the sheer force but the carnal desire that’s been thrumming in her abdomen for so many weeks outweighs everything on this evening as her lips close around your clit and come fast. The knot loosening for the second time this evening almost makes you weightless as your legs start feeling heavy around her- are you even standing up on your own right now?

She retreats from your thighs in instant, her mouth and neck dirty with your slick before she wordlessly gets up on her feet and pushes her lips back onto yours that it knocks out the breath from your lungs as you taste yourself on her lips and tongue. That‘s a woman kissing you with the built-up desire of a thousand men and she only reserved it for you.

You don’t notice how she pushes you onto the bed and undoes your shirt by practically ripping the buttons apart. „Missed you— so— much… It‘s been— killing me…“, she rasps against your skin as she showers your neck in more kisses and the next thing flying across the room are her own clothes. You watch her almost hungrily when her eyes dig into yours while unbuckling the belt that’s been torturing her for the entire evening. „Want this hm…? You want my cock, sweetheart…? Want me to take care of my Wife?“, her breathing came out unsteady as she looked at your bare body so exposed, so ready, so unfucked.

Before answering to her you had to clear your throat and wet your lips, „Mhm… I want my Husband… Goodness, Peruere I-I want your baby…“, the words came out faster than you could’ve stopped them. The hands on her zipper stilled as her mouth fell slightly open after hearing what you just said.

„Baby…? You want a baby…?“, she almost couldn’t even believe herself speaking out these words. You? Pregnant? With her child? An idea never sounded better to her.

„No- I-I mean yes-! Yes, I do but… I‘m just worried because of Project Stuzha and- What about your opinion…? Would you- y-you know…“, you stammered nervously as you looked down to your tummy.

You probably sound ridiculously to h-

„I do.“, without zero delay she continued working on getting her pants off and leaving you dumbfounded.

„A-Are you sure— What about-”

„Mon amour, si jamais je dis non à l'idée d'avoir un bébé avec toi, tu dois me tirer dessus sur-le-champ.“

„My love, if I ever say no to the idea of having a baby with you, you must shoot me on the spot.“

Her answer forced a heat to rush through your body that made you want to get naked all over again. „A-Are you really not saying this because you’re-”

„I am saying this because you are my Wife and nothing would make me happier than seeing you walk around with our baby under your heart. Now please…“, she let out a deep moan when her cock finally springs free, coated and leaking with her precum, „… let us tend to other things.“.

Shortly, you opened your mouth to argue back one last time before the yearning in her eyes hit you and you sighed as you leaned back down on the mattress. „Fine… you win this time…“.

„I always win.“.

Normally Arlecchino would now ask you to put her inside you. Teasing you with a slight smirk gracing her lips as she watches her cockhead disappear inside your eager pussy.

But tonight she was beyond such slow methods.

You moaned as your legs were pressed up to your chest when she slips inside the first inches with ease and slides the rest in after a few more seconds, your cunt making an almost disgusting squelching sound as you mold around her dick, so perfectly around her girth it gets her all dizzy at first that she has to blink away the fog of ecstasy first. Your eyes roll back as you moan into your hand when you feel her stuffing your pussy after such a long time again, you pulse and squeeze around her and she doesn’t start moving immediately. She is waiting for your sign.

„So deep inside you…. Feel that, hm…? Feel my dick fitting so perfectly inside you…?“, her hand comes down on your face as she lets her thumb brush over your swollen lips before you let your own leg wander up and rest on her shoulder as you urge her with your hips to start moving.

„S-Stop teasing— c-c‘mon Peru, ‘need you… need your baby…“, you plead before kissing her thumb and she pulls back as you see something raw settle in her eyes before she bullies herself all the way back inside you in one smooth thrust that it forces the bed to slam against the wall. And again.

She drinks in the way you moan her name each time your hips meet with a nasty smack. How your fingers tangle into her hair and she has to abandon the hold on your other leg to keep the one on her shoulder from slipping down. She didn’t even come yet but the amount of precum alone is enough to already decorate her marked cock with a milky-white ring at the base with drops of it sticking to your pubic hair- it drives her mad. She comes fast. The prior teasing and dryhumping did little for her stamina as she feels her load spill into you with her balls tightening, your walls squeezing further around her as the result of your own orgasm as she pumps you full of herself. Her own moans coming out as a choked noise while you can’t stop moaning her name on full volume as your leg kicks out next to her head as tears start to blur your vision from how good her cock feels back inside you.

„M-More…“, it was a raspy whisper but god did it work.

Swiftly, Arlecchino pulled out her still sensitive length from you before patting your thighs. „Turn around. All fours.“, she didn’t have to tell you twice when she watched flip around on your stomach before pulling your knees to your chest to present yourself with your ass to her. Your stuffed pussy on full display to her and she watches her sperm leak out of you with an almost irritated look before you felt her cockhead on your puffy clit and how she drags it back up to your fluttering hole before shoving herself back inside along with the juices that just tried to escape.

„Let‘s not waste anything…“, she whispers more to herself than you as her plants itself on your ass and you whimper with how full you actually feel. And it feels good. With your face buried into her pillow and your arms hugging it she didn’t wait any longer and just fucks right back into you. Archons is it possible to be so tight around her? Do you want to kill her? Now that your sounds were muffled she had to deal with the absolute obscene noises coming from your cunt, your mixed slick partially running down your thighs or dripping straight up down into the sheets that she has to grit her together at the feeling of your juices sloshing around inside you.

„Mhm, that‘s it… such a good girl letting me fuck her just how I want to…“, a smack echoes through your chambers and you whimper into the fabric as your ass starts burning at the impact before you feel her tits press down against your bag and hand tugging your head back by your hair. „So filthy for your Husband, aren’t you? Look how easy you are to breed.“, humiliation rushes through your body at her remark as your mascara runs down your face from how hard she‘s been plowing into you.

You didn’t notice you sharing a climax again until you slightly squirt over her when you feel her balls emptying right against your cervix and this time she actually stays right where she is. Deep inside you. Arlecchino felt boneless and every other word in the dictionary for „amazing“ but she didn’t meet her limit entirely yet… unlike you.

„B-Break- Please… a-a break…“, your voice slightly cracks at the end and the Harbinger feels her heart slightly contract at the choked sound and she carefully starts retreating from you.

„There, there… let’s not overwhelm ourselves. Come here, my love…“, when you were turned back around you were only met with the softest kiss Teyvat has ever witnessed. Nothing like the uncontrolled wildfire from before. Her hands came up to carefully cup your face in her hands as if she’s too scared to touch you properly when her thumbs wiped away the tears on your cheeks.

„Mh… you‘re still hard…“, you note as you look down between you only for your Husband to tilt your face back up. „Don‘t worry about it. It will go down with time on itself…“, gently, she presses another kiss to your lips but this time it was you who pushed her off and onto her back, earning a confused look from her.

„That won‘t do. I… I still have an idea…“, you didn’t elaborate further as you placed yourself between her spread and it only dawned on her once you took your tits into your hands. She won’t survive this. Not this sight.

„D-Don’t have anything to say…?“

She merely shook her head as she feels your breasts engulf her sensitive flesh and it took a bite to her lower lip hard enough to draw blood for her to not arch her back. „I thought so…“, and slowly you started to work up your tits around her. Up. Down. Up. Down. In steady rhythm as you sometimes opt to kiss her leaking cockhead anytime you go down, ignoring how much of her you are still leaking out your pussy.

The sight was so rare that even she was left speechless with her cock at your mercy. A sight so beautiful she never wanted this moment to end. Pregnant. She needs you pregnant. This year. Even better this month. To hell with important business matters she had impregnate you. Badly. She wants to take care of her pregnant Wife after a hard day, spending all her free time with taking care of you. Kissing you. Loving you. Celestia better start praying themselves if this wish of hers doesn’t come true soon.

„Did you even read the letters I have sent you?“

„I… sigh No… I-I kind of forgot…“, you mumbled into her neck after getting cleaned up and put into a changed bed. You didn’t exactly stop after making her finish with your chest and there is also morning after all for you to enjoy… but that’s another topic.

„Why am I not surprised… Did Lyney actually start questioning you?“

„He did. With pen and paper in hand.“

„Pff—”

„Don’t you dare.“

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Hello? I said I love you??

How the Hashira react to you not saying “I love you” back.

Characters: Rengoku, Shinobu, Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai, Mitsuri

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CW: Swearing, fem intended reader, idk I only really put this here to save my own ass if the time comes, not proof read and never will be

I kinda lost my funny in Sanemi’s one since I realised just how mischaracterised he is

Giyuu

➶ Good God

➶ If there’s ever a day where he builds up the confidence for that

➶ Hell has officially met heaven

➶ For him, “I love you” is him admitting that he can and will kiss the ground you walk on

➶ The guy with no friends’ heart is at your mercy

➶ So while he watches you scrub clothes in a basin, sitting on the engawa…

➶ “I love you.”

➶ “…”

➶ That’s not how the script was supposed to go

➶ He makes the grave mistake of pathetically trying again (trying)

➶ “I- I uh, um, ok never mind.”

➶ He actually doesn’t know what to fucking do

➶ He knows you heard him

➶ Literally what the fuck does he do

➶ You suddenly turn around in a fright, basin of water tipping over from your surprise

➶ “Goodness- Giyuu! When did you come outside?”

➶ While you ramble on about how “I need to get you a bell or something this is fucking creepy”

➶ Giyuu takes a breath and repeats himself

➶ “I love you.”

➶ “Yeah, I love you too, but why do your feet never make any noise-”

➶ So you just didn’t hear him

➶ And so the sun breaks free from the clouds

Shinobu

✾ Shinobu is actually quite possessive

✾ It was always there

✾ Might of amplified after her sister literally perished in her arms tho

✾ Now she has you to obsess over

✾ I have a feeling that her saying “I love you” is quite tough, similar to Giyuu

✾ Contrary to Giyuu though, she doesn’t struggle from shyness

✾ Rather, she cringes at herself every time she imagines saying it aloud

✾ It’s while she watches you from the tatami mat as you bring in a tray of hot tea

✾ You place the tray onto the table between the two of you

✾ Shinobu always appreciates this

✾ You have no obligation to bring her tea, but you always manage to find the perfect time to do so

✾ Shinobu decides to say the magic words as you sip the hot liquid

✾ “I love you…”

✾ “Why is that butterfly so fat?”

✾ ??

✾ What

✾ The sliding door to the tatami room was open, showing the view of the backyard

✾ A particularly large butterfly happens to blow past

✾ “Oh, well, I’m assuming that’s a Red Admiral. Did you happen to hear me before?”

✾ She’s feeling slightly embarrassed

✾ A little agitated that you’re more interested in a fucking butterfly

✾ “The butterflies you have here always amaze me; just like you, Shinobu! I love you,”

✾ Shinobu smiles

✾ At least her feelings are reciprocated, even if you didn’t hear them from her

✾ There’s plenty more time for that

Rengoku

҉ Kyojuro watched from the entrance to the house as you glared at him

҉ This was terrible

҉ This was his worst nightmare

҉ The love of his life was glaring at him

҉ “What is that in your arms, Rengoku.”

҉ “My love, there was an old man selling meal boxes to support his family-”

҉ “So now you’re either going to be too full for the dinner I prepared, or you’re going to make yourself sick.”

҉ “Not at all! I haven’t eaten any; my plan was to hand them out to the Kinoe’s tonight!”

҉ Your glare faltered slightly, but still remained strong

҉ Finally, you nodded your head towards the inside of your shared home

҉ Kyojuro’s wary expression lit up immediately as he stepped into the house and removed his zōri

҉ “There’s no need to be upset, I do love you and your incredible cooking after all!”

҉ You roll up the sleeves to your kimono as you walk back to the daidokoro

҉ Kyojuro knew that you were busy finishing up dinner, but he was so sure that he said ‘I love you’?

҉ Oh god his world crumbled before his eyes

҉ Again

҉ His furrowed his eyebrows and raced after you

҉ It was his fault! All his fault! He shouldn’t have insulted your efforts like that! Oooh how can he be so stupid?!

҉ His only solution was to help you in any and every way possible

҉ His special breathing technique

҉ House husband breathing: First form - Table wiping

҉ After you both finished eating, a miracle happened

҉ “I apologise for overreacting, Kyojuro. I appreciate how kindhearted you are. I love you,”

҉ “I love you, too!! Very much! You’re my first and foremost priority, so your happiness is what I look towards the most!”

Mitsuri

❥ “Ahhh I’m soooo late!! My love, my light, my honey sugar sweet mochi queen, I need to leave now!!”

❥ This woman is ripping on her haori so fast that she nearly reverts back to flame breathing

❥ “Oh, ok Mitsuri! Don’t forget to eat well and take care of yourself, I’ll be waiting!”

❥ God she fucking loves you

❥ Her heart almost skips a beat at you worrying about her wellbeing

❥ She turns around and scoops you into a hug, twirling you around while crying about how she can’t bear not being around you for more than a second

❥ You guys are so happy together

❥ God I wish I had this

❥ Literally giggling as I write

❥ “Mitsuri! You’ll be suuuuuper late! I’ll be waiting for you, I promise~”

❥ “Ahhh okayyy, I’ll be back as soon as I can! Don’t wait up for me if I’m late! I love you soooo much~”

❥ You give her a phat smooch as you bid your everything farewell

❥ Mitsuri rushes out the door and runs off to investigate her missions location

❥ It’s still day so this gives her time to figure things out before nightfall

❥ By the time she reaches her location, it’s a little past the time she was aiming for

❥ Good thing Rengoku made her do ruthless training, otherwise her stamina would not be this good

❥ So while she walks around, she naturally thinks of you

❥ She gets all giddy

❥ She reminisces about the hug you shared 1 hour, 5 minutes, and 37 seconds ago

❥ She daydreams about how much she meant that ‘I love you’ and how it felt when.. you…

❥ She falls to her knees

❥ Mitsuri goes through the rest of the mission with no smile

❥ She returned to the mansion shared by the both of you with a somber tone

❥ Did you hate her? Did she hug you too hard?

❥ That’s it! The only reason you wouldn’t have responded is because she broke every single one of your ribs

❥ “Mitsuri!! You’re back! Ohhh I missed you sooooo much!”

❥ You were sprinting out of the house and practically body slammed Mitsuri

❥ “Huh? No broken ribs…?”

❥ “What are you talking about? Are you unwell? Don’t tell me you only had 8654 calories today instead of your 8700 usual! Oh god - you’re wasting away! Somebody get a doctor!”

❥ Tears filled the pink haired girls eyes

❥ “No! I’m not going to die! Wahhh I love you!”

Obanai

୭ Look

୭ He knew that you two were fighting and technically he was in the wrong

୭ ‘Technically’ means he only said that to stop you from cutting his fingers off or smth

୭ But he could of sworn (he swears this btw) that he said “I love you”

୭ But instead

୭ You decided that storming outside into the pissing rain was better than listening to him give you his heart

୭ It was the only way “he could atone” after all

୭ He sighed the longest sigh

୭ Obanai was a weary man

୭ He slid the bedroom door open and walked onto the engawa

୭ Only to find you (soaked) throwing pebbles at a tree stump suspiciously resembling him

୭ “Can you… come back inside? You’ll catch a cold,”

୭ “Catch this you asshole!” a pebble goes flying

୭ Obanai caught the pebble with ease btw

୭ Someone bless him with a break

୭ “How can I be an asshole when you don’t even respond to me saying ‘I love you’?”

୭ “Wouldn’t know since you never said it.”

୭ But alas, Obanai knew you heard him from looking at the flash of guilt in your furrowed eyebrows

୭ That knowledge was all he needed though.

୭ You feeling regret for not responding was how he knew you loved him too

୭ “Y/n, come back inside. I don’t want you sick.”

୭ You trudge back inside

୭ But not before picking up another pebble

୭ Obanai will need to keep an eye out for that

Sanemi

༄ No one gives this man enough credit

༄ He used to be all giggles and smiles until shit hit that fan

༄ So, he now strides through life with a grain of salt

༄ However, he’s also not very emotionally aware

༄ His was of protecting people is by scaring them away from danger before it happens, yk?

༄ Usually through a few cuss words

༄ But, his last intention is to ever hurt you

༄ Ever

༄ However, you don’t actually like being cussed at

༄ Because you, my friend, have self respect

༄ So this is actually one of those situations

༄ Sanemi’s being a little too loud because he’s worried about you trying to go to the markets alone

༄ “Why can’t you just fucking listen to me?”

༄ “DON’T speak to me like that. Otherwise I’ll buy the ingredients AND still make you starve.”

༄ He knows you’re tough

༄ But he also knows that he heard your voice crack very, very slightly

༄ And now he’s doing mental gymnastics

༄ You’re walking out of your shared home so he tries to revoke what he said

༄ In his own Sanemi way

༄ “How else am I meant to protect the people I love?! I can smack Genya around since the kid was trained by Gyomei and can take anything, but you? I can’t even get a word through!”

༄ Aaaand you were out the door

༄ Even though it may sound like what Sanemi said was just a word blurb

༄ The word ‘love’ was put there with much care

༄ And you didn’t seem to notice

༄ Gah!!

༄ It was always so much easier to just smack some common sense into Genya

༄ Although, he doesn’t seem to listen either

༄ A very distantly familiar feeling washed into his chest

༄ Like an old friend you didn’t really want to meet again

༄ It was a feeling that made his stomach hurt

༄ So what if you didn’t respond to his love?

༄ He wanted you to speak those words to him with your voice that he loved so much.

༄ So what if you don’t care about his worries?

༄ Every minute he doesn’t see you is a minute of uncertainty. He can protect you, but not if he’s not there.

༄ So what if you walk out the door with no response?

༄ There was so much more he wanted to say, but in a much softer way. There were so many things he could have said better.

༄ He really does hate himself sometimes

༄ In the middle of Sanemi pretty much shitting his pants

༄ He hears the front door slide open

༄ “Are you busy?”

༄ The noise of that beautiful god-graced voice filled the room

༄ “If you wanted to come with me, then there was no need for the theatrics. I love you with or without the drama.”

༄ And that was it. Sanemi didn’t even say another word. He let you take his hand and guide him out the door.

༄ The sun shined brightly that day

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How do you think jealous the herta would be like, especially with someone who is so innocent that she doesn't realise she's making herta jealous

I can see Herta denying she is ever jealous because of her fat ego. Even more so because it seems like you have no idea how jealous you’re making her as you’re fraternizing with the other scientists. Who, according to Herta, clearly have a crush on you but you’re too oblivious to see it.

She’s too prideful to admit that she’s insecure, but if you asked her about it she would brush it off with a scoff. “Jealous? Me? The Herta?” She almost wants to bop you on the head for ever asking such a stupid question. “Of course I am not. I have much bigger things to worry about than some pesky scientists who have a crush on you. Did you really think I’d care that much?”

“I…I guess not.”

“Exactly, now stop asking me stupid questions, dear.”

She shoos you out of her office and pretends to be absorbed in her work, but the moment you’re gone she’s calling up all her Puppet Hertas to keep an eye on you and your “suitors.” With all her Puppets scattered about the station, she secretly keeps an eye on you as you innocently converse with the other scientists. Unfortunately for her, as her girlfriend you have been trained to know when she is stalking you through one of her Puppets Hertas.

“Love, are you watching me right now?”

And the Puppet Herta flees immediately. Herta so desperately does not want you to know she’s jealous, but it fails as you are now aware that she is. Who knew that just talking to another woman would have THE Herta pouting in jealousy.

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suiseistellar · 28 days ago

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Can i be absolutely ruined by arlecchino while that little virgin furina is watching, not able to touch herself?

CW: Threesome(?) technically, voyeurism, slight exhibition, size kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

I see it’s bullying Furina hours again 😭

Poor Furina is tied up to a chair and forced to watch Arlecchino absolutely destroy your pussy. She’s whining and squirming against the binds, eyes glued to the way Arlecchino’s cock disappears in and out of your soft cunt. Furina wishes it was her cock slipping inside you, but let’s be honest, Furina’s tiny dick pales in comparison to Arlecchino’s absolute monster. They’re like opposite sides of a coin, yet both want you just as much as the other.

Nevertheless, Furina can’t help but imagine it was her in Arle’s place. Her own cock is standing tall and erect (or as tall as it can be), the slit weeping with precum while Furina can’t even touch herself. With her hands bound behind her back, Furina can only pathetically thrust into the air while she watches, drooling at the sight of you creaming for the nth time.

“Let me have a turn, come on…you’ve came inside her four times already!” Furina cries, causing Arlecchino to grunt with displeasure.

“One more round.”

“You’ve had several already!”

Furina starts to tear up at the Harbinger’s unfairness, looking at you with weeping eyes. “I promise I can make you feel good too…please, please please please…let me cum in her too…”Your heartstrings tug at Furina’s pathetic cries, but you both know Arlecchino was the ringmaster in this show. “One. More. Round.” Arlecchino reminds, casting Furina a side eye. “Then you can have five rounds with her after me. If you can handle it that is.”

“I can!”

Arlecchino scoffs at that, a small grin on her lips. She doesn’t doubt Furina’s enthusiasm to make you feel good, but she definitely knows Furina will get overstimulated once her cock slips into your cunt. If you were making Arlecchino of all people cum buckets, imagine the damage you’d do on Furina’s edged cock. Just begging to be sheathed in your hot, tight entrance.

When Furina finally gets her turn and it’s Arlecchino’s turn to watch, let’s just say the show is…amusing. Poor little Furina…cumming at the first few thrusts from how good you feel. She really was pent up 🩷

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suiseistellar · 1 month ago

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Had Enough

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: Xavier starts to get overzealous with you. Wednesday puts him in his place.

Warnings: mild Xavier slander (sorry bud), possessive-ish wednesday

Word count: 1.1k

Notes: another request. hope you guys enjoy<3

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Despite Wednesday’s reputation, there were very few people she classified as true enemies.

Sure, she despised the general population of Nevermore, but since she and Bianca had cultivated something akin to a friendship, there wasn’t anyone specific that haunted her thoughts during the day.

However, Xavier Thorpe was quickly shaping up to be the new target of her antagonism.

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i swear i don’t remember who i was before you painted all my nights

wednesday addams x fem!reader

warnings: jealousy bc i’m a slut for jealous wednesday <3, minor unconsensual touching [some guy just puts his hand on ur back but still a warning], mutual pinning, wednesday being a bit of a softy for you

wednesday addams isn’t particularly good at saying how she feels. in fact, it’s very rare that wednesday feels anything at all. sure, she’s not a sociopath, but she doesn’t feel things like most girls her age do. though, when wednesday met you, there was a different feeling she’s never felt before. you showed up to nevermore in the winter; wearing a black oversized jacket, and a black mini dress (that left very little to the imagine), with a pair of black doc martens. you’re hair pushed behind your ears; your bangs— god, she couldn’t take her eyes off you. the first thing that attracted wednesday to you was the fact that you weren’t wearing any color. yet, when she saw you the next day wearing a pair of dark, distressed denim shorts, and a nude long sleeved crop top, it was surprising to herself that she still was attracted to you.

wednesday isn’t used to feeling any sort of attraction to anyone. in fact, she mostly feels nothing above tolerance for everyone around her. yet, as soon as you smiled at her, she knew she was screwed. insecurity was something wednesday rarely ever felt, yet she couldn’t bring herself to approach you. though, she didn’t have to worry about that, because you approached her on the second day of you being here, complimenting her doc martens and her hair. she blurts out a blunt thank you, and the blush coating her cheeks causes you to smile. you immediately take a liking to wednesday; her grumpy attitude, and her all black clothing… she was absolutely beautiful.

it doesn’t take long for you and wednesday to start hanging out nonstop. you’re always either in her and enid’s room (watching her type away on her typewriter), or you’re hanging with her under the large oak tree. the best part is, wednesday doesn’t care about you talking her ear off. she listens to every word you say, and she remembers every detail about you. one day, after you and wednesday had been friends for a month, you lay your head in her lap as she sits under the tree with you in the grass. she looks down at you, catching your wide eyed gaze. you’re staring at her with a look of pure adoration, and wednesday can feel her heart flutter in her chest.

you reach up, and take the hair ties off of her to braids, and wednesday furrows her brows as you sit up slightly in order to undo her braids. your eyes are sparkling as her wavy raven hair falls free, she feels a wave of panic wash over her. she’s never let anyone touch her hair. yet, here she is getting lost in your giant eyes, “your hair is beautiful. you’re beautiful.” you admit, and you blush as you look away. “quanto sei innegabilmente dolce (how undeniably sweet you are).” wednesday says simply, and you feel your stomach flutter with butterflies. “what does that mean?” you ask shyly, and she doesn’t respond, the blood rising to her cheeks.

“what are you two up to?!” enid asks excitedly as she bounces up to you two. wednesday looks up, glaring at her roommate. “ooo your hair looks so pretty!” enid adds, and you smile. “see. i told you.” you wink at wednesday, and her face feels as if it’s on fire. wednesday doesn’t know what might’ve happened if enid hadn’t interrupted that evening, but she wishes she did. you two continue to have moments as the months go on; not enough for you to say something about it, but certainly enough to make the butterflies in your belly repopulate at a rapid pace.

you two seem to develop a routine; every day after school you two would be conjoined at the hip. you were always looking for her everywhere, and no matter where she went, you were by her side. it didn’t take long for people to catch on. enid especially; she would always gush about how cute you two were, and how cute you two would be together. it made you blush ferociously every time. the truth was, you had so many feelings for wednesday, but you had no idea how she felt about you. there were moments where you’d think you’d know, but they were never enough to know for sure.

wednesday sighs in frustration as she watches you stare at yourself in the full length mirror of your shared room with yoko. you have changed your outfit three times, and each time you come out looking more beautiful than the last, yet you still were unsatisfied. “i think maybe i should wear the short shorts instead—“ you try to finish your sentence, but as you turn around wednesday is standing directly behind you. you’re face to face. “why are you changing so many times? you look fine in this.” she says, eyeing the shoulderless romper you’re wearing. it was extremely short, and she had been staring at your backside since you’ve walked out.

“i just… i want to look good at this party, and i don’t feel pretty enough in anything i own.” you confess, and wednesday scowls. “that’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard. you look pretty in everything.” she blurts out simply. your cheeks turn the cutest shade of pink that wednesday has ever seen, and her own cheeks heat up. you blink a few times, “y—you think i look pretty?” you ask timidly, and wednesday rolls her eyes. “i think you always look pretty.” she retorts in a truthful manner. you tuck a strand of your perfectly curled hair behind your ear as you glance down at the converse you’re wearing. “i think you always look pretty too, wednesday.” you confess, and she feels something strange in her stomach. as if her organs are about to burst inside of her. you look into her eyes, and it’s like time stops.

yoko bursts through the door, interrupting and causing wednesday to turn her head, shooting daggers at the taller girl with her eyes. “oh you look hot! you should totally wear that brown fur coat you have with that.” yoko says, and you smirk as you reach for the coat that was already on the back of the desk chair. “great minds think alike.” you wink at your roommate and she laughs. “you coming this time wednesday?” yoko questions, and wednesday rolls her eyes. “i would much rather die than go to a place full of intoxicated heathens.” she states, and you flash her the biggest puppy eyes on the planet. “but you have to come! it’s my first party since i moved here, and i want my favorite person there with me.” you pout, and wednesday can feel her heart rate picking up.

she’s your favorite person. there’s a sense of pride that washes over her due to the revelation. “very well. i’ll go. but only because you asked me to, now stop looking at me like that.” she commands, and you immediately light up, smiling widely as you squeal. you pull her into a tight hug that lasts two seconds before you gasp and remember how much wednesday hates physical contact. “i’m sorry! i got too excited.” you apologize as you pull away. wednesday has a serious look on her face, “you may embrace me whenever you’d like. my rules do not apply to you.” she clarifies, and yoko’s eyes go as wide as saucers. “in that case… i want another one right now.” you admit, and wednesday’s cheeks turn crimson red as you wrap your arms around her again. the smell of your girly perfume and mint shampoo filling her senses in the best way. her heart is pounding, and she wonders if you can feel it.

“ugh! can you guys please stop being so disgustingly cute? i want to actually go to the party and see how hot divina looks, not sit here and watch you two flirt.” she comments seriously, and you pull away, a deep scarlet coated flush on your nose and cheek bones. “sorry, ko. i can’t help it, have you seen her?” you ask, gesturing towards wednesday who looked as if she were mentally about to combust. yoko laughs wildly at the shorter girls expression, “i think you broke her.” your roommate determines, and you giggle as you put your coat on. you eye wednesday who’s wearing a large black coat, zipped up and hiding the outfit she was wearing underneath. her fishnets compliment her docs perfectly, and her hair was done in her usual two braids. you couldn’t help but think she looks completely gorgeous as usual.

“we’re ready. come on, cutie.” you declare as you reach for wednesday’s hand, but pause midway. “may i hold your hand, wednesday?” you ask hopefully, and your eyes are optimistic, her heart is staggering. “yes.” she answers, and you interlock your fingers with hers, and her skin sparks at the touch. you begin leading her to the door where yoko was standing, and she gets lost in her thoughts about you as you and yoko begin conversation. “enid just left with ajax after we finished getting ready. she told me to come get you.” yoko explains as you all walk out of the bedroom. “are you excited for your first nevermore party?” yoko inquires eagerly, and you nod enthusiastically, “yes! back in my city our parties always got a little too crazy. i’m hoping that isn’t the case here.” you reveal, and yoko giggles. “you’re partying with a bunch of teenage, supernatural, hormonal beings. it’s bound to get a little crazy.” your roommate reveals, and you laugh.

“well at least i’ll have you there with me.” you tell wednesday, and the blood rises to her face for the dozenth time this evening. “i’m only going because of you.” wednesday grumbles, making you smile widely. “i need you there!” you admit, and wednesday rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance as you all walk away from the school and into the woods. it only takes about ten minutes to get there, and as soon as you do you can hear the music and see a bunch of students from school dancing and mingling. “hey yoko! over here!” divina calls out, and yoko’s face turns osy pink as she looks over at you and wednesday. “i’m gonna go talk to divina. i’ll be back.” the taller girl says, and you smirk, nodding at your friend whilst also knowing she probably won’t be back anytime soon.

wednesday glances around, her upper lip curling up in disdain. she hates parties. though when she looks at you, you’re looking at her with a soft smile. “don’t worry, we can make an escape after drinking a bit of the punch, okay?” you suggest, and wednesday looks at you in confusion. “you want to leave early? why? i thought you wanted to be here.” wednesday states, and you shrug. “i honestly just wanted to see you at a party. i thought it would be fairly entertaining. but i mostly just wanted to hang out with you.” you reveal shyly, and wednesday swears her heart might beat out of her chest. she stares into your eyes, and finds no ounce of dishonesty. she opens her mouth to respond, but enid interrupts before she can get any words out. “hey guys!” the blonde exclaims, and your smile lights up the entire forest, wednesday thinks. “hey e! this is really cute. i love the lights.” you say as you look around at all the hanging lights on trees. “thanks! xavier and ajax helped with the lights!” enid explains, and you smile.

“well it turned out awesome!” you respond just as cheerfully as the blonde. wednesday scowls. your roommates are continuously interrupting potential moments with you for her, and it was starting to frustrate the shorter girl to no end. enid shifts her gaze in order to look at wednesday, smirking at her, “i knew you’d show up! you’ve been secretly dying to see how fun these parties are!“ enid declares, and wednesday flashes her a murderous expression, “i came for y/n.” wednesday says simply, and your heart rate speeds up a bit as she admits it so casually. god, she has you feeling crazy. “you guys are so cute!” enid practically fawns over you two and you look down at your shoes and smile sheepishly.

“use that word associated with me again, and you’ll have to sleep with one eye open.” the raven haired girl states seriously, and you giggle. “you are a cutie though. i’ll go get us some drinks! try not to threaten enid anymore until i come back.” you joke, and before wednesday can follow you, you’re making your way past a hoard of students and towards the portable drink cooler. enid smirks as she watches wednesday’s gaze never leave you. “so, are you finally going to make a move tonight?” enid asks her roommate, causing wednesday to turn around and shoot the slightly taller girl a deadly glower with her eyes.

“what are you going on about now?” wednesday asks, and enid shrugs. “i’m just saying, tonight would be a perfect time to make a move on her. you know… kiss her, or maybe tell her how you feel.” the blonde elaborates, and wednesday sucks in a sharp breath. “how i feel?” she questions uncertainly, and enid flashes her a look that says “are you serious”. wednesday looks over at you, and she sees you’re now speaking to one of the lacrosse players. what she doesn’t realize is the boy drunkenly started speaking to you after seeing how short your romper was. wednesday can’t tell you’re being polite out of nervousness, not because you actually want to speak with this boy.

the look on wednesday’s face is unrecognizable; she usually looks as if she wants to hurt someone, but the way she’s looking at this boy… it genuinely scares enid. “why is he standing so close to her? and why is she laughing at what he’s saying? does she know him?” wednesday begins to ask a number of questions, and enid shakes her head. “that’s jeremy from the lacrosse team. i have second period with him… i don’t think y/n’s ever spoken to him a day in her life.” enid explains, and wednesday’s belly burns as she witnesses him place his hand on your lower back, making her fists clench. enid can see the uncomfortable expression on your face, and you glance over at wednesday, who is too busy burning holes in this guys side profile to notice the look you’re giving her.

“you should go save your girl. now.” enid insists as she pushes wednesday in your direction. wednesday stalks over to you, and your eyes light up at the grumpy girls presence. “if you want to keep that hand i suggest you take it off her. now.” wednesday interrupts you both, and jeremy’s annoying smile falls. he pulls his hand away from you, and looks at wednesday who is giving him the death stare. “what do you want wednesday? isn’t this place a little outside of your scene?” he asks, “wouldn’t you have more fun at the cemetery? or the morgue?” he snickers at his own joke and you feel your blood boil.

“and wouldn’t you have more fun talking to someone who actually wants to talk to you? because if you couldn’t tell, i don’t. i came with wednesday, and i’d like to keep it that way.” you say certainly, and jeremy’s face falls. you see rage flicker in his eyes for a second, before he calms down. “whatever. you’re not even that hot anyways. have fun with your goth girlfriend, bitch.” he hisses as he tries to walk away, but wednesday trips him, causing him to fall on the ground with a loud “oof”.b he tries to stand up but wednesday pushes him down onto his back easily. he looks up at, his face full of shock and confusion, but the small amount of fear in his eyes is what gets wednesday’s blood rushing as a type of anger that she’s never felt hits her like a tsunami. “i’m only going to say this once, and never again, so i suggest you tell your friends and anyone else who will listen… y/n is mine and if i ever see your grubby hands anywhere near her, i will cut them off. where do you think i got thing from?” she asks him, as she towers over him, and his eyes well up with fear as soon she lifts her boot to step on his chest with just enough pressure to keep him down.

“do you understand me, or shall i threaten you in cave man so your tiny brain can comprehend?” she repeats, and you feel your mouth go dry as you stare at her with a look of shock. your blood is scorching, and jeremy nods rapidly before wednesday removes her boot off his chest. as soon as she allows him to get up, he scurries away. your cheeks are on fire, and you notice a crowd of students staring at you both, watching the scene unfold with interest. “wednesday—“ you start but as soon as she notices the way people are staring, she glares at you. “this is exactly why i don’t come to parties.” she hisses and you frown as she begins to walk away.

“wednesday wait!” you try as you rush to catch up with her while she storms away from the crowded area. she walks faster in order to get away from you, and you huff, “you can’t seriously be upset at me about that! i didn’t do anything!“ you exclaim and wednesday comes to a terse halt, nearly causing you to bump into her. she turns around and looks at you, as if she’s seeing right into your soul. you’re stood in place, your arms folded over your chest and the clouds of each of your breaths is the only thing between you two. “exactly, you didn’t do anything! except laugh at his stupid jokes and allow him to touch you!” she expresses angrily, and you offer her a look of disbelief.

“i allowed him to do no such thing! he just touched me, wednesday. i didn’t know how to react so i laughed! it’s a nervous thing!” you raise your voice and she opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, you continue. “and if you would have taken your eyes off him for two seconds, you would have noticed that i was signaling for you the entire time.” you add, and wednesday purses her lips. “i should go back and cut his fingers off.” she tries to sound blunt, trying her hardest to hide the absolute rage she feels, but you can hear it clear as day. you sigh, shaking your head. “it’s okay. i mean, it’s not okay, but if i had you cut off every persons finger who’s touched me without my permission… well, you’d have a whole collection of fingers.” you joke, and wednesday stares at you.

“i want to be the only person on this awful planet who is allowed to touch you. with your permission of course.” wednesday confesses, and time stands still for a moment as wednesday looks at you. “you always have permission. you’re my wednesday.” you tell her gently as you reach for her hand. you play with her fingers, keeping your gaze on her rings and causing her breath to hitch as you do so. “did you mean what you said to jeremy? that i’m yours?” you ask gently as your eyes wander to hers, “yes… i know i’m not very well with emotions, but when i’m around you, i feel as though my wretched heart is trying to claw its way out of my chest and right into your hands. i want you to be mine. mine to touch. mine to kiss. mine to cherish. you deserve be loved properly. i could love you properly.” wednesday’s words cause your heart to palpitate rapidly, and wednesday glances down at your lips for a moment, before meeting your soft eyes again.

“i’m already yours wednesday.” you assure her certainly. she’s searching your face for any signs of dishonesty, and you’re staring back at her intently. “kiss me.” you insist, your hand still playing with hers, and she doesn’t think twice before she leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips. though it’s short, you still feel a burning sensation against your mouth, and your heart is nearly racing out of your chest. “again.” you request, and she kisses you again, this time longer. the butterflies in your belly erupt, as if they’re repopulating inside of you. when she pulls away, her cheeks are crimson red and her eyes are staring into your soul.

“that was… nice.” she states simply, and you smile widely, knowing that was a very good compliment coming from wednesday addams. “it was. we should do it again.” you tease, your cheeks flushing pink, and she stands up straight, interlocking her fingers with yours. “how about now?” she asks you, and you giggle, leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek. “let’s go back to your room. we can watch frankenstein, and you can kiss me as much as you please.” you suggest, and wednesday can feel all of the puzzle pieces of her heart clicking into place as you begin to lead her in the direction of the boarding school.

a/n: i can’t believe some of you actually liked my last wednesday x fem reader fic 🥺 i’m going to start uploading more on here!!

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I know there isn’t a single sane moment for Arlecchino the moment your baby belly starts showing. She‘d be on her hands and knees immediately, literally grasping at the straws of her dignity as she tries to keep her composure about you like she isn’t seconds away from exploding with baby fever.

Nursing pillow? Bought.

Tummy oil? Bought.

Daily massages? Done.

Pregnant sex while she watches you hold onto your belly as she (gently) plows into your wet cunt? DONE. SO DONE.

There is no word to describe the feeling the sight of her pregnant wife ignites inside her chest. How you seem to be glowing more with each day, a hand often resting underneath the visible bulge oh you are making it SO hard for her. (Literally)

She is simply so enamored by you. The fact you are carrying out her baby, is something that will never fail to really get her going for you, your swollen breasts, the (possible) weight gain, the tired, soft look on your face almost permanently is giving Arlecchino so much troubles. Especially when she comes home in the evening, the day’s schedule weighing heavy on her until she spots you in the kitchen- making yourself a bunch of pancakes. With nothing more than a satin robe covering up what’s needed and archon‘s does it get her ass going.

Don’t get me wrong, if you aren’t into it or just not well enough, she would never even think about the possibility of intimacy, to put even more stress on your already exhausted body but otherwise? Sign her UP.

She‘d be so gentle to pound into you from behind, you being slightly bent over the kitchen counter as you feel her cock deep and raw inside you with ingredients of all kind scattered before you, your face dirty with flour when you hold onto your belly for dear life and your Husband has to pull out early from your greedy pussy as her cum hits your ass. She simply wouldn’t survive the thought of breeding you any further. It‘s called practicing self-restraint.

Don’t worry, you‘ll be getting your pancakes served in bed later on.

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You should write arle fluff with like pregnant reader

Between Heartbeats

Arlecchino x AFAB! Reader

A/N - This is really short, apologies. Motivation has been buried a long time ago. In any case, I hope you still enjoy this one. I couldn't decide the baby's gender, so the two also don't know (and aren't planning to until birth). Therefore, the baby will be referred to with gender-neutral terms! (Hence the they/them). CW / info - fluff, a little suggestive, 1.1k words

Arlecchino’s peak of her life came in the form of two lines. Perhaps she should have expected it weeks before when the test actually came, with your frequent vomiting, nausea, and you were ever so slightly more snappy. Or perhaps she should have noticed the growing eyebags or how your body seemed to be more exhausted at the end of the day than usual. In any case, for all of the Knave’s attentiveness and calculations and being the head of a children reconnaissance organization, she really should have known weeks earlier. Nonetheless, this is the one surprise she will accept, even if it does disrupt future plans.

“I think I’m pregnant,” you whisper, a sacred confession to the two of you in the shared sanctuary of your bedroom. Arlecchino paused her unclasping of her coat, having just returned from Snezhnaya for yet another Harbinger meeting when she heard it. Cliche as it may be, Arlecchino’s world did truly halt for a moment, the revelation altering something inside of her when she fully processed your words. For once, the charming Snezhayan diplomat, always with a silver tongue, was rendered speechless. You always seemed to have those strange effects on her.

Her lips parted but no noise came out, just an anxious silence caused by the malfunction of her mind. The Harbinger truly seemed shaken by your words, but before a seed of doubt could plant itself inside you she scrambles to your side. Crouching before you on her knees while you sat on the edge of the bed, she gazed up at you, crimson crosses full of unwavering devotion. A cursed hand reaches for you, interlocking your fingers.

“Do you want this?” She questions, with all the tenderness someone like her shouldn’t have. You smiled warmly. She was ever the gentleman, always putting your desires before her, but you knew that she wanted this just as much as you did–maybe even more. Although the two of you talked about having children, there were cautions and considerations to note, and for that, there was no rush for the two of you to procreate. But here, when she is looking at you as if you are her world (you are), all those troubles fade away so easily. It has never been easier to answer.

“Yes.”

Arlecchino lunges, tackling you to the bed and landing on top of you as she peppers your face with kisses. This may be the closest thing to being giddy for Arlecchino. When she pulls away, your face smothered in her lipstick marks, she chuckles at the sight. Laying her head on your chest, she rests on top of you. Maybe she could hear both yours and her child’s beating hearts then.

“I want this too,” she whispers back into your skin. And what else was there to talk about?

—

“You should be sleeping on your side,” your husband chides gently, not so gently pulling you to lay properly with her crimson wing. Standing beside the bed, she leans over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and you curl closer to the pillow, hugging it to your chest. You squeeze your eyes tighter to see if you can salvage any amount of drowsiness for sleep, but ultimately it’s futile.

Outside of your peripheral vision, the Knave scowls towards the pillow, her hands itching to replace the item. Although she knew everything would be worth it in the end, truly one of the worst things about pregnancy is not being able to lay right beside you. What an utter outrage. How else is she supposed to appreciate her partner’s body? That pillow is going to be shredded the moment her baby is delivered… or perhaps she should save it for… future uses.

“Good morning to you. I’m already awake,” you yawn, stretching as best as you could.

“Good morning. You should sleep more, especially after… last night’s activities,” Arlecchino whispers lowly into your ear, a light huff coming from her when you shiver.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself,” you quip back, playfulness to your voice.

“From how quickly you fell asleep, it certainly does reassure me of my abilities. A husband should be able to treat her partner well in all aspects. Pleasure included.”

“Mmm, how lucky I am to have such a good husband, huh?”

“How fortunate indeed,” Arlecchino replies with a smug smile. She sits at the edge of the bed next to you, one of her hands slowly makes its way to your swollen belly, stroking gentle patterns over it and tracing stretch marks, fondness felt underneath each fingertip. Some minutes pass by in silence, taking in the sun’s rays that peak through the blinds of the window and each other’s presences. The little moments of bliss the two of you find in the chaos of this world. There’s not a word exchanged between each other, but it has long gone past the point of vocalizing one another’s affections. Arlecchino is already there, held between each heartbeat of yours. Neither of you have any intention of rising from the bed, to break this undisturbed peace.

But of course, nausea settles inside you to ruin the moment. “I need to use the bathroom.”

Arlecchino immediately helps you turn to the side to reach the edge of the bed. Effortlessly, she sweeps you off of your feet using her cursed strength to lift you comfortably bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom. She pulls back your hair back while you’re hunched over the toilet, your morning sickness coming and passing through.

“How’s the baby?” She questions, handing you a glass of water once you’re done. You place a hand over your belly, smiling faintly when you feel a bit of movement.

“Active. Feels like they want to come out already with how much they kick,” you chuckled.

“Mmh, but we still have several more weeks.” Arlecchino kisses your forehead and leans forward to place a hand over yours. “Just a little longer, and they will be here. Our precious. I pray to the Archons that they have your likeness.”

You giggled. “I hope they’re a mini you, Arle. I’ve always wanted to see what you looked like when you were younger.”

She sends you a gentle smile, all the warmth of a hearth in her eyes. Arlecchino presses a kiss against your lips, holding you closer. Regardless of whose eyes the child will have or their color of hair, she knows the two of you hold this same sentiment: “They’ll be perfect.”

You hummed in agreement, basking in her embrace. Gradually, Arlecchino pulls away, but not before giving you another kiss. “I’ll have to do some work outside. The children can provide you company in my place. Is there anything you require currently?”

You sighed, already missing her with the thought of her absence. “Can you get me some of the pastries again? The ones you bought last time?”

“I already had the twins pick them up. The chocolate dipped ones, yes?”

Your eyes practically gleam with astonishment. “Marry me?”

“Well… there is a curious diamond ring already on your finger, isn’t there?”

“Archons, I love you so much.”

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Nicole: so about the spell to create a human being-

Alice: talk about create a human being, do u know my wife, she just the prettiest woman ever walked on Teyvat, everytime I look at her, I just want to throw her on the bed and then ravished her so that she could bear me a child

Nicole: this is the 10839282873 times you somehow redirect our conversation to your wife, how the fuck did you do that

Alice: just my talent, so because we are on the topic, my wife *continue rambling*

Poor Nicole who have to want a nice discussion about magic and alchemy, only to have to heard Alice rambling

I like to think most of the Hexenzirkel meetings comprise of Alice just talking everyone’s ear off about her wife. Nicole, Rhinedottir and Barbeloth are absolutely done with her, but they can’t really do much because Alice is their closest friend and confidant. So if she wants to talk about how good her wife’s pussy was last night, they just sit there and listen with looks of distraught.

“And Klee is growing up so much! Do you think she’s lonely without us present? I’m thinking of giving Klee a sibling, my wife is already onboard with the idea. Can you imagine her pregnant? Oh, she’d be so beautiful bearing our second child…I don’t know if I can even keep my hands off her. Have you ladies ever tried pregnant sex? Honestly it’s the best thing ever let me tell you, her body gets so curvy and her breasts swell up so much with milk—”

Yeah, Alice is a bit of a yapper, she’s just so smitten with her wife that she wants the whole world to know. I bet you there’s even a little tidbit in the official Teyvat Travel Guide based on her wife. Maybe Alice wrote a chapter about the best date places in Teyvat while adventuring with your loved one, and it’s all the places Alice documented whilst traveling with you <3

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You Make Me As Hard As Bedrock!

Streamer AU | Arlecchino x GN! Reader

A/N - I come back! Sorry for my absence, I was clawing my way out of writer's block and summer depression. I bring you this. Hopefully this makes up for it. This is very crack/fluff oriented (rare fluff sighting on edgeray's account). This is so left field from what I usually write, so apologies if this is bad. This idea comes from this post I made. CW / info - they play minecraft, silly idiots, obviously very out of character, streamer! arlecchino, streamer! reader, dirty jokes, 2.4k words

“Is this thing working? Is the stream up?” Arlecchino mutters under her breath as she taps onto the mic, adjusting her headphones as she switches between her windows on her monitor.

Magic_catboi: father is on! Teacatlady: Hello persPenguin: Yes, the mic works. Foltz6__: hu horrerfilms: helol ughmen: father!!!!! celuere: Daddy??? Magic_cat_boi: _self-insert_?!?! omg horrerfilms: *hello edgeray: YOOOOOO persPenguin: collab with _self-insert_ ? knavesflames: would.

Arlecchino faintly smiles at the immediate chat messages, eyes scanning over familiar usernames.

“Thank you persPenguin. Let me pull this up…” The Knave displays the Minecraft title screen, ensuring that the right window is on stream. Once she's checked everything is set up, she faces the camera.

“This stream, we'll be playing Minecraft with _self-insert_. This is my first stream with them, so be considerate. We will get started once [Name] finishes setting up the server and they call me. In the meantime, how are you guys today?”

Magic_catboi: oh no. father. not minecraft DilfDigger: my show is on LilacLazernator: hello HauntedMolerat: knave stream?? chat persPenguin: good :D Magic_cat_boi: go d Conquer_of_Gluesticks: You single handily made me question my sexuality and it has destroyed me can we kiss ughmen: i thank archon every day that women exist. horrerfilms: fine, hru ShakespeareSock: Good, wbu Teacatlady: How many deaths will father have today place your bets below vv GamerGoose07: collab with _self-insert_ was not on my 2025 bingo enchantdisdick: okay Magic_catboi: gud HyacinthTeabag: more mc streams hurrah celuere: ughmen, real. i_came_i_saw_i_failed: Hi dad! If you had a fursona, what would it be? edgeray: was about to study for an exam. nvm, ig persPenguin: father i got an A on my math test GamerGoose07: Teacatlady 10 cloudpawgames: !!!!_self-insert_!!!! capybarasrock: where is Bambi Jr. Magic_catboi: gamergoose have some faith. 15. Dadleftforemilk: father, drop a tutorial on how to get your dad to come back Teacatlady: A spider, obviously @I_came_i_saw_i_failed

Arlecchino stretches in her chair, watching her chat flood with messages. “I am pleased that your day has been pleasant. persPenguin, excellent job. Just as I said, you have nothing to worry about as long as you do your best. If any of you have not eaten today yet, know that I am disappointed. This is your reminder to grab a snack, as the stream won’t start for a few minutes.”

celuere: step on me

Ignoring that, Arlecchino scrolls back up her chat. “Bambi Jr.? She is doing just fine. Let me go get her.” Arlecchino rises from her chair and removes her bunny-eared headset, walking off camera to the right. She returns, a juvenile tarantula wandering over her tattooed arms.

Worstchestersauce: teacatlady that’s not very skibidi!!!! >:(((( capybarasrock: bambi!! i_do_myth: late, but i am here! hi father!! cloudpawgames: What type of spider is she again? horrerfilms: tell bambi i said hi Jean_notJohn: hello Dadleftforemilk: father, will you be my dad Magic_catboi: look at hwo good bambi jr. is. very mindful, very demure Worstchestersauce: teacatlady. seven HyacinthTeabag: we love bambi jr we say in unison Dadleftforemilk: pls

The streamer smiles, letting the spider crawl onto her palm, standing patiently as if posing for the viewers. “Today has been going well for me. Yes, hello to the people still joining in. I went to the gym earlier this morning, had a good session, and ordered my favorite takeout afterwards. Very relaxed weekend today. I am excited for the stream, [Name] and I have played Minecraft a couple of times in the last few weeks, but this is the first time we’ll be streaming.”

She pauses at one of the latest messages. “What is demure?”

Unsurprisingly, it is another slang term that has cropped up. New internet lingo crops up like weeds, she thinks, and once more, everyone is calling her a boomer. A donation message comes through, and Arlecchino reads it outloud.

“LilacLazernator, thank you for the donation. ‘Day 193892 of asking you to call chat your little pog…champ?’” Arlecchino sounds out the last word. Vaguely, she recalls the term–was this not used during the earlier years of Covid? She continues the rest of the donation. “‘(please I need the validation).’ How do you all feel about this?”

Magic_catboi: YAS father!1!!11! HyacinthTeabag: call us your little pogchamp GamerGoose07: do it do it do it Teacatlady: Say it

Arlecchino pinches the bridge of her nose with her free hand, letting Bambi Jr. crawl over her lap for a little bit. Sighing, she stares deadpanned at the camera. She opens her lips, but purses them the next moment, another sigh emerging from her.

“How are we feeling today… my little pogchamps?” Could regret ever be more instant?

Teacatlady: This is being clipped

The chat has a brief seizure as she picks up Bambi Jr. again, hearing a discord ping message through her headset and she quickly goes off camera to place Bambi Jr. back in her enclosure.

“Give me one moment, I believe [Name] just messaged me.”

_self-insert_ ready to go when you are! server is up. you got the server address? knave yes. is your stream set up? we can call? _self-insert_ yes! let me go call you.

The discord call ringtone sounds through, and she accepts the call.

“Knave! How are you doing today?” your voice sounds through.

“Good, good. And you?”

“Great! Are you having any trou–oh, there you are!”

xKnavex joined the game

Arlecchino’s character spawns in a meadow, trees scarce across a grassy landscape. Pigs and cows graze the land, and a chicken clucks somewhere nearby. The Knave find’s _self-insert_’s character punching a tree, and walks over.

“Here for the morning wood, huh?” _self-insert_ teases as the two of them punch the same tree.

Arlecchino rolls her eyes. “As if I would be interested in any wood,” she quips back. With the tree now demolished by their fists, leaving floating leaves, they move onto the next nearby tree.

“Not much of a Minecraft builder are you?” _self-insert_ jokes, some cheekiness in your tone as your character travels to find the nearest cave. Meanwhile, Arlecchino searches for food, promptly smacking wildlife with her fists.

‘Not what I meant,’ Arlecchino comments to herself, but answers back with a grin, “You're the Minecraft expert here, _self-insert_, not me. Aren't you here to teach me?”

You let out a melodic chuckle, and Arlecchino swears she could listen to it forever. “Yeah? You want me to make you an expert?” Your voice dips a bit, a sweet, silky tone that nearly makes the Knave shiver. You drop down into the mouth of a cave, mining enough cobblestone for an upgraded pickaxe, then delving deeper for coal.

“Not as good as you,” the Knave replies, a slight shake of her head. Arlecchino comes across a pig. The first hit is a success, but as the pig squeals and scatters, the next sequential punches aren’t so successful.

“I dunno, I can be a good teacher. If you're a good listener.”

“I can listen well.” After the nth hit, the pig finally dies, rewarding Arlecchino with just a single raw porkchop.

“Really well?”

“As good as I can be. I'll be good for you.”

“Just for me?”

“Of course. Whose going to teach me how to build our house?”

Another laugh comes from the other end of the call, the warmth in Arlecchin’s chest growing just from sound. “Oh, we’re sharing the same house? I wasn’t aware we were at that stage already in our relationship.”

“Our beds next to each other in our past worlds didn’t tell you enough? I’m hurt,” Arlecchino says, faux disappointment in her voice, a visible pout from her apparent through her face camera. “I thought we were closer than that, aren’t we?”

“I’ll move in with you again if you can give me some food,” _self-insert_ replies as her character resurfaces from the cave, a full set of stone tools and some ores in her inventory.

Arlecchino brutally eviscerates a cow with a clenched fist of raw porkchops. “Of course, I have some food for you. Where are you?”

“Aww, you miss me already? Give me your cords.”

As Arlecchino struggles to find the F3 button, the stream chat explodes.

Jean_notJohn: what happened to hi, hello, gm? i_do_myth: is ths flirting Worstchestersauce: what– Conquer_of_Gluesticsk: 😮 Magic_catboi: what a stsrt to a stream ughmen: we loe lesbianism horrerfilms: father y r u alr flirting Jean_notJohn: we get it father, you’re a lesbian ShakespeareSock: lesbian tries not to be lesbian challenge failed Teacatlady: Do the two of you need the room? HauntedMolerat: r they dating???? ths their first stream right? DilfDigger: local lesbian flirts with another woman after .1 seconds of meeting Dadleftforemilk: are we interrupting something persPenguin: father why Worstchestersauce: since when were they together??? 0o0 capybarasrock: sesbian lex?!!?!?!1 GamerGoose07: stop being gay and make wooden tools iloverats34: oil up steponmepwettypls: when are you making out???

Like an absent father, Arlecchino neglects her chat in favor of still struggling to find her coordinates with your assistance. By this point, you have dug yourself in a hole and Arlecchino is screenrecording her game to _self-insert_. (“Okay, did you find the F3 button? Yeah? Okay, okay, look to the left, THE LEFT, to the LEFT, uh huh, yeah, top-middle-ish. Did you find it yet? No, okay, move your mouse, wait. Wait. It’s, it’s there, it’s right there, right there! Do you see it?! Do I need that big red circle from those clickbait videos!? Oh okay, you found it? Okay, read it out loud for me. Good job.”)

Arlecchino finds shelter on top of a tree, while you make the dangerous trek of searching for the Knave, weaving past creepers and dodging arrows as your hunger persists. You cross from one end of the forest to the next, and climb arduously up a mountain, determined to rescue your damsel in distress.

“I'm being shot at,” the white-haired streamer protests, her character prancing on top of a treetop in circles to avoid the arrows of skeletons. She is determined to stay alive until you can come, all the faith in you that you will be able to protect her any minute now.

“I’m coming! I should be there in a second! I should be close by. Wait, you’re in a tree right?” You scan your surroundings, scoping out the barren mountain side.

“Yes?”

“It’s 100 and 900 for the x and z coordinates, right?”

“Yes, wait.” Arlecchino goes to check her coordinates, realizing her grave mistake. “It’s negative 900.”

A moment of silence occurs between them, the only thing audible is the clacking of Arlecchino’s keyboard and the shuffling of leaves.

“I’m going to jump off a cliff.”

“Wait–”

Arlecchino successfully discourages your character down from the mountain, and by morning, you finally found her, perched in a tree.

“Give me my food please.”

“Okay, here’s some chicken.”

“This is raw.”

Arlecchino goes into her inventory to search for the right food. She drops several pieces of lambchops.

“This is raw too.”

“...you can still eat them.”

Your character begins walking away from her, chewing onto your uncooked poultry. You sigh out, “I want a divorce.”

“What? For what?” Arlecchino croaks out in utter bafflement. “We were married?”

“This is weaponized incompetence. I wanted cooked food.” A faux sob comes from your end. “I’m taking the kids with me.”

“What kids?!”

You sniffle. “Get out of my house.”

“We haven’t even built one.”

“Well, build one so I can kick you out of it.”

“You mean you’re no longer gonna sleep next to me?”

A bout of silence, before you admit defeat. “You make a good point. You can’t cuddle me if we’re divorced.”

“So we’re still married and I’m no longer kicked out of our hypothetical house?”

“Only if you can build our house.”

“I thought you were teaching me how to build.”

“Nope. You have to prove yourself to be worthy of marrying me. And I’m going to be busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

Arlecchino could practically hear the smile through your words. “Mining for a diamond.”

“Just one diamond?”

“Yeah. Who do you think will be proposing?”

GamerGoose07: marriage speedrun??? Magic_catboi: father with the RIZZ?!1?1? cloudpawgames: I can’t tell ifthey’re like not dating or not Jean_notJohn: are they joking? Or like, fr? HauntedMolerat: they sound like my parents ughmen: i know lesbian move in fast but… not that fast Conquer_of_Gluesticks: drop tutorial on how to achieve wife Teacatlady: Father, you never told us that _self-insert_ was your girlfriend steponmepwettypls: there is no reason for you guys to be this cute and gay omg

“My chat thinks we’re dating,” Arlecchino says as she collects wood.

“Aren’t we?”

“In real life, they mean.”

“We can make that happen too, you know.”

Arlecchino nearly chokes on her spit. “Are you asking me… out?”

You contemplate it for a moment. “You know what? Yeah, I am.”

“I… I accept?”

“Great. Our next date is going to be off stream.”

“What–”

—

“So how do you like the house?”

“It’s…”

“Be nice.”

“I’m trying.”

“It’s not that bad, right?”

“Yeah… if we were in 2014. Maybe I should have taught you first.”

—

“Hey, you know if you press ‘Q’ while holding a pickaxe near lava, it reveals ores underneath the lava?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“... do you still have those divorce papers?”

—

“Watch out it’s a creeper!”

“AW MAN!”

“Where is this music coming from–”

—

“HyacinthTeabag, thank you for the donation. ‘I will bark if you do a waterbucket MLG.’ What’s an MLG, _self-insert_?”

“Oh, it’s easy. Watch this.”

“I can do that.”

xKnavex fell from a high place.

—

“Teacatlady says: ‘Father, here are some minecraft pickup lines to help you seduce–’”

“Seduce?!”

“‘–_self-insert_: Are you a redstone torch? Because you turn me on.’”

“Wow, I’ve never felt more aroused.”

“‘You must be a wolf because I want to give you my bone.’”

A bout of silence. _self-insert_’s character does a slow turn towards the Knave.

“‘Can I fertalize your crop with my bonemeal?’”

_self-insert_ remains silent to ensure that Arlecchino is done, before letting out a dramatic sigh. “You’re just so sexy. Make love to me right now.”

“Right here in this cave? Our first time deserves somewhere better.”

“You’re right. Let’s go back up to the surface.”

—

“Did you know you can dye beds? I got poppies so that you can dye your bed red.”

“I didn’t know that. What color do you like?”

“I like magenta, but their flowers are kind of hard to come by.”

“What flowers?”

“Alliums or lilacs.”

An hour later.

“Why do we have 43 Alliums in our chest?”

“I thought you wanted to dye your bed…”

—

For the record, Father only died 11 times. Keep inventory had to be turned on after the third death.

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