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lightlycareless · 6 months ago

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Hey hope you're doing great ❤ I wanted to ask, how do you think Naoya would react if his beloved wife is infertile? I think it would be pretty interesting considering he's a traditionalist and heir and all 🤔

Hello!

I am doing fine thank you 🥰!! I hope you're doing well too.

And omg this ask.... it was just what I needed, angst. Or at least that's what I wanted to take it as hahahahahahaaaaaa thank you so much for sending in this hehe. The perfect excuse to write down some thoughts I've been having for a while.

warnings: mentions of infertility, adultery, self doubt. Naoya is somewhat ooc I guess but he's your loving husband nontheless.

Happy reading!!!

Discovering you were infertile quickly becomes one of your worst nightmares—and not simply because of that, which is severe by itself, but rather all of the things that ensued; notions that your mind convinced you of … the insecurities it awakens.

The moment you and Naoya decide to finally try out for a baby, you completely dedicate all your efforts to it. It was only all you ever wanted, after all: to have a family with the man of your dreams.

Thus, believing your prayers to be answered in just a matter of time, you and Naoya began to make all preparations, from buying clothes to choosing which room to transform into a nursery… you were enthusiastic as enthusiastic could be! Your husband nothing but indulging to your desires.

But even with all your persistent attempts, those typical symptoms associated with pregnancy failed to present themselves. Weeks passed and you haven’t felt either nauseous or tired. No odd cravings, nor anything else…

A part of you didn’t want to admit it; feared that doing so out loud might make it true, but perhaps… perhaps you were one of the women that were fated to struggle when conceiving, regardless of how much you desired a baby; still hoping you’d be placed above such chances and have your dream conceded.

Yet… it didn’t. And with much fear in your heart, you’ve decided to go to the doctor for a checkup. A second opinion, the reassurance that everything was fine, you were just bound to struggle a bit before becoming a mother.

Maybe there was something else you were failing to consider, skipping over when together with Naoya…

Desperately hoping for literally anything else but the gut-wrenching revelation that soured your heart for the rest of your life.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, but the reason why you haven’t been able to get pregnant is because you’re—”

You knew exactly what was coming and yet, you didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t think yourself capable of—it just… it just never occurred to you that it would happen. That it would be true.

But that awful word felt like it was being imprinted on your forehead, with bright red ink for the whole world to scrutinize, when she said it. When she sentenced your fate and marriage in more ways than you could possibly imagine.

Infertile.

…

So that’s why you weren’t able to have a child. That’s why no matter how much you tried, how much desired it, you weren’t seeing results.

Oh, what a simple solution.

“But that—that doesn’t mean there’s nothing we can do about it, right?” Naoya frets soon after, perhaps to give you hope, encourage you to seek solutions. Medicine has advanced so much in recent years, certainly there must be something to consider before closing this chapter!

Yet, to you… his words unwittingly igniting a new insecurity in you as you’re reminded that you weren’t the only one who wanted a family as well, with Naoya seemingly having much more to lose if unaccomplished.

There was nothing, ever, in his actions to lead you down this path, but you couldn’t help but worry about it, especially the circumstances you were surrounded by.

If you weren’t able to conceive, then… what was your purpose as his wife?

What kind of scrutiny awaited you once you returned to the Zen’in estate, once his family knew that you were unable to have children? They’d figure out in time, perhaps it wasn’t even necessary to tell them personally…

Not that it mattered, this would only highlight what they already thought of you:

A failure.

“A woman that can’t have children is no woman at all.”

“It’s the only thing we had hopes she’d be able to do well, and not even that was she capable of. What a disgrace”

“Oh, poor Naoya-sama… hopefully he’ll be able to deal with this issue before it’s too late.”

“Don’t listen to them, Y/N.” Your husband, all too aware of the inner workings of his family, was quick to defend you. Either by openly scolding them, punishing those he could, or removing you from those dire situations, away from the comments of people you really shouldn’t bother considering, and surround you with those that truly cared for you. “They don’t know what they’re saying.”

Clearly, for how could they even imply he was angry at you? Disappointed? Instead of worried given how dimmed you behaved nowadays, lacking the happiness that always accompanied you whenever doing your daily duties or talking with your staff and family!

Naoya worried, naturally. So much so that he decided to reassign all his missions and duties to someone else just so he could keep by your side, tend to you, let you know that you aren’t alone and that he understands what you’re going through—to the best of his ability.

Your husband hoped that his company would make you happy, it always did or so he supposed by the way you clung to him whenever around.

But not this time around. If anything, having him near proved worse than he anticipated, as if his presence was a constant reminder of whom you failed, and what you would have to sacrifice in order to fulfill your role.

“Y/N, my love… you have to eat.” Naoya murmurs, kneeling to your level as he gently holds onto your hands, hoping that this gesture would be enough for you to raise your eyes to him and, well… see him.

Acknowledge him. Like your husband, the man who swore to accompany you through thick and thin—instead of purposefully ignoring him, like he wasn’t even there.

Had he done something to bother you?

Or was there something else prickling at the back of your mind?

“I’m not hungry.”

“…I know.” He breathes, pressing his lips together and squeezing your hands. “But at least try to do it a bit. You can’t go on for hours without eating.”

You don’t respond, not even lifting your eyes to him.

“At least do it for me, please? I… I worry for you, my love.”

“…Why?” You eventually respond, giving him a look of unprecedented anger that takes him by surprise. Though he was still able to see that deep within, you weren’t mad, rather… sad.

“What do you mean why?” he repeats, hurt by the implications behind your reaction. “You’re—you’re my wife. Obviously, I care for you.”

“…perhaps it would be better if I wasn’t. Then someone else could do the job.”

“Y/N?” Naoya blinks, frightened by your words. “What are you—"

“I’m not hungry.”

Naoya leaves with the conclusion that perhaps it’s best to not touch the subject anymore. Perhaps you just… needed some time along to come to terms with this unwanted predicament, for his words seem to only make everything worse.

He won’t leave you unattended—never. Your husband would leave your care to your attentive staff, who had been nothing but amazing friends the moment they knew what happened at the doctor’s office.

“Please keep a close eye on her. And tell me if anything happens, please.” Naoya silently confides to Mariya before heading over to you, seconds away from his departure.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Is what Naoya always says when deployed to those tedious, seemingly senseless missions he often questions why he even bothers. His family has enough money to support you and himself, so why does he have to keep on?

…

In moments like these you would’ve reassured him that it was all for his career; for the sake of proving himself to the clan and HQ that he’s a worthy sorcerer to guide the next generation—though you’d agree that him being away was just as dreadful as it sounded.

But not this time around. No, instead, you just keep quiet, demure as Naoya steps closer to press a kiss on your forehead, a good luck charm that was normally bestowed to him by you, yet given the circumstances, you needed it far more than him.

“Take care, I’ll bring your favorite, ok?”

“Ok.”

Naoya presses his lips together before entering the car, disappearing into the horizon.

Your husband considered himself to be very focused when it came to his work, although he won’t deny that ever since he got married, he’s unable to keep you out of his mind—today was to be no exception, though not how he would’ve liked.

Ever since he left the estate, there has been a dreadful sensation gnawing at the back of his mind, the presumption that something bad was to happen, and yet, he was unsure whether it related to his missions, or worse, the estate—you.

Naoya anxiously checked his phone whenever he could, believing that whatever bad news he was to endure would come through there.

And he was right, for it rang during the times Naoya specifically asked to not be bothered unless it were an emergency, quickly taking it out of his pocket and reading the caller ID across the screen; heart sinking when realizing it was none other than the estate, or more like the line assigned for you.

“What is it? Is it Y/N? Is she ok?!” Naoya breathes against the speaker, not even muttering a hello.

“No, Naoya—she isn’t. I don’t even know how to begin to explain but she—she started packing her things.” It’s Mariya in the other side, with an unmistakable tone of fright that spirals Naoya even more.

“What?” Naoya breathes, heart thundering against his ears. “What do you mean she’s packing her things?!”

“I don’t know, but that’s what she’s doing! I tried to talk her out of it, or at least get her to tell me where she’s planning to go but she’s not saying anything!”

A million thoughts cross Naoya’s mind at that moment, but one perseveres above the rest:

Is she leaving me?

The mere notion of a separation is enough to make him mad.

“Stop her!” Naoya demands. “I don’t care how you do it but stop her!”

“I’ll try stalling her, but she’s—she’s very determined to leave, Naoya. You have to come back!”

And that’s exactly what Naoya does, careless with what happens on the mission, he drops everything on the spot and rushes his way back to you. He was lucky that his latest mission didn’t place him too far from the estate, so when he finally returned home you were still around.

Though it seemed that if he had taken just a few minutes later, you wouldn’t be there anymore, as you’d managed to escape your staff’s persistent attempts of stalling you, a small suitcase by your side, as you headed to the exit with them just right behind you.

“He—Hey, honey, what—what are you doing?” Naoya asks with a nervous chuckle, gesturing to the staff to leave the two alone, which they obliged soon after, elated that he was finally there—but worried he couldn’t be of much help.

“I’m leaving.”

“And where—where are you going, my love?” He goes on, his heart squeezing in pain as his worst fears seemed to materialize before him. Yet, Naoya still hopes to be wrong. “Did… did your family need help with something? If so, maybe I could drive—"

“…No.” you say, not even looking back to him. But he was still able to hear the pain in your voice. “I don’t—I don’t need anything, because I’m never coming back.”

“What?” Naoya freezes, hands trembling as his mind tries to understand what you just uttered. “Y/N— you can’t—”

“I… I no longer have a place here.” You say. “After this I… I realized I was never meant to be with you”

“That’s not true.” Naoya swiftly interjects. “None of the things you’re saying are true! I cannot envision anyone else to be my wife, less to share my life with! Where did you even get this idea?!”

“What do you mean where?” You frown, looking back at him. “Have you not been aware of what’s going on around?!”

“Y/N, I—I get that you’re upset because of what happened. I can only imagine, really, the pain you’re going through. You have no idea how much I wanted to have a family with you too but— but if it’s not meant to be then… then I guess we just have to live with that!”

“That’s easy for you to say, isn’t it?” you hiss. “It’s just so easy for you to simply move on, because all you have to do is look for someone else to do the job!”

“And who told you I wanted to do that?! I never implied, not even once, that I was interested in having another woman just for the sake of having a family! I don’t want to! If it’s not with you, then I don’t want anything!”

“Then I guess you didn’t want it as much as I did.” You murmur, Naoya freezes.

“What’s… that supposed to mean?”

“…Nothing. I’m leaving.” You say, attempting to walk away. But before you were able to do as much as take the first step, Naoya grabs your hand, keeping you in place. “Naoya—”

“No, I can’t let you go. I won’t let you.”

“Let—let me go!” You tug at his arm. “You wouldn’t understand anyways!”

“Then help me understand.” Naoya pleads. “Please—please tell me; I’ll do anything you want, whatever you want, it’s done—but please don’t… don’t leave me.”

This is why you wanted to leave before he came back, because you knew that at the sound of his trembling voice, and the teary-eyed look in his face, you’d succumb.

You’d crumble, wanting nothing more than to stay with him.

Because you wouldn’t take it. You couldn’t take the notion of hurting him even more than you already seemingly done.

… It is also why you took this abrupt decision. Why you needed to leave.

“… I just—I just want to go home.”

“But… you —you are home.” Naoya says, a sad chuckle at the overwhelming pain of you not recognizing his company as home. “He—here, with me.”

“I can’t be here anymore.” You whisper, looking back at him. “I don’t think I—I can take this anymore.”

“Why?” Naoya laments, gently cupping your face and wiping your tears away. “What happened? Did something happen while I was gone?”

Always. The Zen’in could never keep to themselves.

“…I have failed you.” You eventually sob, Naoya taking you into his arms and chest as you let out the sorrows you’ve been dragging along. “As your wife I— I was supposed to give you children, a heir, but I—I couldn’t and that is going to—it’s going to— ruin your life.”

“Ruin my life?” Naoya asks, perplexed. It all becomes clear now, who was responsible of this misunderstanding…

Just what kind of stupidities did his family plague you with?

“If I—I can’t have kids then you—you couldn’t be heir anymore.” You explain. “And I love you too much to do that to you.”

“I wouldn’t be heir—”

Were they truly that desperate that they resorted to doing this?

Intimidating you?

Naoya doesn’t even bother to ask who started this train of thought, knowing all too well where to look.

It probably began with his uncle, the man that never knew how to keep quiet, always commenting in other’s marriage because his was miserable. As if that gave him permission to do so. Always quick to bark first.

From there, the elders. His father too, probably. They probably thought the same as Ogi but kept quiet about it because they had other matters to tend too—or perhaps too drunk to care. But do not be fooled, they were the ones that once suggested him getting a lover, a concubine of sorts, to “secure” the bloodline long ago; way before this issue began. Naoya promptly dismissed them, calling their idea idiotic: but what gave him security that they wouldn’t insist again?

He could see how this happened too, scolded himself for not even considering it before!

Since Naoya was now out of the estate, it gave them the freedom to target the one they considered most vulnerable, and without holding back: you.

If done right, then you would essentially be intimidated into disappearing from their life, giving way for their plans to continue. Or so they hoped.

…

You were too good for this family, how could he claim to deserve you, when he’s allowed so much pain to befall you?

“If Naoya can’t bring himself to beget a child for his wife, then he might as well pass on the title to someone else.”

None of those words were true, not one bit. But how could he dismiss them if he’s never taken the time to say what he thought of this situation?

Of what he thought of you, and what it means to this marriage?

It was time that he did what he should’ve the moment you stepped out of the doctor’s office.

“I wanted a family with you, I won’t say that I didn’t; that I never found something enthralling about hearing the footsteps of our children running from one side of the estate to the other. To have kids that looked just like you, or maybe like me; though secretly hoped they looked more like you. Ever since I saw you interact with my cousins, that’s all I thought about. You being the mother of my children.” Naoya murmurs, holding you tightly against him. “But… I’ve also accepted that some things are simply not meant to be. And if we are not meant to have a family, as long as I have you by my side, I am fine with it.

As long as we remain together, I will know what happiness is.”

“I—I don’t—” your lips tremble, overwhelmed by Naoya’s, regretful for the way you’ve behaved these past few days. “Naoya, I’m—"

“Whatever they said, it’s a lie. Nothing but things to get under your skin—hurt me.” He insists. “You know how my family is, how stupid they can be—"

“But they—they said things that could be true.” You fret. “If I’m unable to give you a child, then you—you might not be heir anymore—”

“Y/N.” Naoya sternly interjects, cutting through your spiraling mind as he cups your face, forcing you to look at him. “To be an heir is my birthright. It was decided way before you stumbled into my life. So, what happens after shouldn’t worry you.”

“But the Zen’in—”

“Like to antagonize people. Make up things to worry your pretty little mind just for the laughs of it.”

“And what if it is true? What if I do make you lose your title? I know how much you wanted to be leader! If that happens, I—I couldn’t—I couldn’t live with myself!”

“It won’t happen. I promise. I swear.” Naoya insists, kissing your tears away. “But please, please don’t ever think of yourself as expendable or replaceable, because you are not. Not to me.”

“I’m—I’m sorry.” You sob again, pressing your face against his chest. “I’m sorry for disappointing you—I’m sorry for not being able to give you children…!”

“You’ve never disappointed me, never.” He murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “If anything, I’m sorry for disappointing you. I failed to be the husband you needed in these difficult moments. I… let my fear get the best of me, giving you the impression you were less than enough.”

“Are you… are you really ok with not having a family?” you dare to wonder, one last reassurance.

“It just means I’ll have more of you to myself.” He attempts to jest, successfully making you laugh, but not without a sniffle to follow. “…But we could always… adopt if you want.”

“I… I guess I have to think about it.”

“You don’t have to make a decision now.” Naoya says. “Or ever. Just know that whatever you decide, I’ll agree with.”

“…I think I still need some space from here.” You murmur. “And see my family too.”

“You haven’t told your father, have you?” you shake your head, Naoya sighs. “Do you want me to be with you?”

“You already made your most to be here, I don’t want to distract you any further”

“This is a family emergency; I have to be there. What’s the use of being your husband if I won’t act like one?” He insists. “But if you don’t want me there, I won’t insist.”

“I want you to be there.” You confess. “Please”

“Of course, always.” Naoya promises, leaning to softly kiss your lips. “…Does this mean we’re still… together?”

You nod, another tear sliding down your cheek as you hug him tighter. “I can’t imagine my life with anyone else but you either. …I’m sorry.”

“Don’t think about anything anymore; just focus on being with your family. It’s probably the best place for you to be right now.”

“Can you stay over there too? At least until I feel better?” you ask. “I mean, if it doesn’t affect your work.”

“I’ll make all the preparations, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Do you also need me to send your staff?”

“I wouldn’t mind the company.” You say with a smile, making Naoya’s heart flutter.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He says, pinching your cheek. “I’ll see if I can make time for a holiday too; we could fly somewhere nice, cold to fight this horrible summer heat.”

“I want to take it easy for now.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He nods, kissing your lips once more. “I’ll always be here when you need me. Don’t ever forget that.”

“… I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Little details to note: Naoya has always struck me as the type of guy that never really wanted a family, he just had no interest! That changes a bit when you come along, but the bottom line is that he isn't actively seeking it. Sure, he likes to play with the idea of breeding you, but you know, he had other priorities. (He loves your kids tho when you eventually have them, do not get me wrong)

And once again, the Zen'in estate is not a good place for you lol. Thankfully, I like to think that changes when Naoya eventually becomes leader :) but most of the time you're living somewhere else—and honestly, he prefers it that way too. More... privacy ☺️

I just really wanted to write an argument between the two were both have their biggest insecurities exposed :) kind of extremist in Y/N's part but can't say I didn't enjoy the angst hehe I hope you enjoyed it too!!

Take care and hope to see you soon!!

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eluxcastar · 1 year ago

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Number 13 and 14 with Arlecchino

Arlecchino being comforted by her s/o

── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: arlecchino comfort drabbles yesyes

୨୧﹑genre :: sort of fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, possibly ooc because it was written pre fontaine quest, not very proofread, arlecchino is implied to have issues with self-image/perception

୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met." "I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."

IT'S HERE you guys always spoil me 13 is my favourite prompt and you are the first of two to request it. completely unrelated but this is so familiar to what Kae said a few days ago (months now omg 😭) when we were talking about One of Repetition and it fits those two so well 😭❤️

to the anon who requested furina it'll take me a minute to figure out how to write her because I haven't played the archon quest but I'll watch some cutscenes and do my best for you

I'll also be using this because I got it in the middle of writing this and thought it fit the idea I had going super well 🙏 that makes three Arlecchino requests with prompt 13 😭 also second anon you're fine dw you guys are free to do with your requests with these prompts as you like, mix them together, add extra descriptions and rambles it makes it more fun 👍 thank you btw 😭❤ feel free to give yourself a name for future requests if you want ❤️ I love having new anons

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It is not often that Arlecchino shows her doubt, maintaining that half-pleasant façade to hide it all. If all people see is a ruthless woman with no regard for loyalty, then the details don't matter. There's no need to question, no need to dwell. She is one thing and nothing more, and she much prefers for nobody to notice the hesitancy in her drastic decisions, the thin-veiled regret as she watches the children she witnessed grow up go on to become valiant children of the Tsaritsa.

If there is anything more, it is disregarded as her unpredictability. She is a roach in the eyes of others, and perhaps she's ok with that…mostly.

To hear someone say "I love you" is strange to her, though it shouldn't be by now.

It shouldn't be unusual to wake up tangled in the sheets with you by her side or the struggle it ends up being to leave that mess as you try to convince her to spend five more minutes with you. It shouldn't be odd to discover that you've gone ahead and made her tea in anticipation of the time she will wake up or to have you remind her every morning that you hung her coat up to dry after she dumped it over the back of a chair the night before or to see you wandering around going about your own job.

But those events all feel surreal to her, even though she has watched you walk your patrol path a thousand times now, and she has seen you slack off where she sits by the window of Zapolyarny when you think nobody is looking.

You are very real, there's no doubt about that.

The things you do never click with her, however.

Perhaps you are real, but she made up these fantasies after watching you loiter by that one spot in the garden a little too long.

Yet every evening, you meet her in her office after you're officially let off for the day, and you usually bring snacks. You are most definitely there, then, as she watches you struggle to get through the door without damaging whatever you found for her to try, usually only small, a pastry you managed to get that you absolutely mustn't knock from your hands.

"I tried to get something that wouldn't make a big mess all over your stuff," you usually say, sometimes hacking on a 6guilty little "But~ these just looked so good…" to try and excuse you for bringing something that would cover her desk in crumbs.

Arlecchino doesn't mind because you went to the trouble of getting her something.

She got you a special chair to pull up and everything, and anyone else who uses it can deal with the death glare they get or find a different one.

But perhaps she made that up too, conjuring the image of someone fumbling their way through her office door to greet her with a smile, sometimes with jam on your mouth from taste-testing the gifts that she'll point out to you that you hurriedly wipe on your sleeve and pretend it was never there.

Maybe she put that chair there for nothing, and it never really moves, and each time she thinks this, she is sure this fantasy will all disappear.

However, every evening, without fail, as the sun begins to set out the window and the room is dyed an orange hue, the door opens, and there you are again. Delusions can't possibly be that persistent, and you would've scowled at her when she approached you in the hallways if you weren't aware of this relationship.

So it must be real, which she's well and truly aware of. There must be a person out there who sees what she cannot, someone who, by some miracle, manages to see past the things that block out all of the good. How can a person see anything but someone unworthy of their love?

What else is there to see?

The idea of a person who deserves to be loved beneath bloodshed has become unthinkable.

For a person who has been exposed to Arlecchino's worst sins, who has seen everything, and whose worst offence in life is a little laziness on the job, how is it possible to look at her and smile?

Arlecchino often wonders as she watches you. She how you go through your routine of placing your things down, whether on the desk or beside them, then all too happily mosey on off to get your chair and drag it over to sit across from her. She doesn't know why it's this particular day that she asks. Perhaps the fact it was weighing on her mind after a recent mission had her list of redeeming qualities shrinking further and further. It is in her job description, and there are plenty of worse people in this world.

But do you deserve to be stuck with one of them?

"Did you ever feel pressured into accepting my feelings for you?" Arlecchino asks the question so suddenly as you're halfway through walking back with your chair that she sees the exact point you register what she said, freezing in place from the shock. "Whether through status or power," she adds.

You blink a few times before all the motion in your world resumes to greet you with the image of her staring you down from the other side of her desk, patient and waiting for your response. "Sorry?" You let the chair go to return alone to her, standing in the place where you always put it. "I don't, uh…follow? I'm sorry, I just— I'm not sure what you mean?"

She hesitates, momentarily glancing down before her age returns to you and your uncharacteristic expression riddled with worry. She must've made you upset again.

"You want to be in this relationship? With me, that is…" Arlecchino struggles to think of the words, saying them as soon as they appear in her mind. "Even though you know the kind of person I am, you still want that?"

She studies your face as carefully as she can, watching the way you react as you absorb everything you just heard and assumedly try to put a response together in your head. Arlecchino has noticed before how you take longer to speak than her sometimes, but it tends to make everything you say more thought out, though you may end it like you're unsure.

"Well, I mean…if I didn't, wouldn't I just—" you pause for only a second— "break up with you?" There's silence after you finish. She doesn't say or do anything. To Arlecchino, that strangely almost makes sense, but you must be far too bold to admit that to a Harbinger. "It's not that I want to! I'm a little--…well, I think I'm just a little bit confused where that's coming from."

"I was thinking about it." You frown when she admits that. "Some of the things you have seen of me are…" Is there even a word to encompass that? "unbecoming of a lover."

Is that the right way to phrase it?

Again, you pause, and the telltale signs of consideration cross your face. An intense focus that barely lasts, and Arlecchino waits through it all to allow you your chance to answer, intent on allowing you that much. A few seconds more, and your features relax, looking back at Arlecchino with a tender gaze. "There's not really one 'right way', is there?" Your question, though rhetorical, strikes a chord with the many impulsive responses that flood her mind, all of which she keeps to herself. "You just kind of...try your best. Things might work out, or maybe they don't— the point is that you mean well and put in the work."

"That's not enough," she argues, "you deserve better."

"I deserve what I want." Your rebuttal makes sense in theory, but what do you want? She struggles to make sense of that part, the answer muddled by all of her thoughts and lost in her doubts.

You could ask anything of her, and she would do it. Any material possession, every feeling, more love than you know what to do with in any form you desire—physical, emotional, intimate—and yet you never do. You accept her awkward hugs, that it takes her time to relax when you lay your head on her chest, the fact she sometimes snores, that her clothes may very well be covered in bloodstains when she comes home depending on uncontrollable circumstances.

You never ask for the things she has plenty of power to give you in return for those flaws.

She shakes her head, "but surely you want more."

"I don't."

"There is a lot wrong that you deserve compensation for."

Arlecchino clenches the pen in her hand tightly, feeling the slight distress of pressure around it. She can't articulate what, not in the way she understands it; flaws is too broad of a term to use. You would instantly know and understand what she meant in a perfect world, but the world is not so generous.

"Like what?" you question. You feel that it’s obvious that nothing Arlecchino will struggle to say will shake you. She opens her mouth, prepared to refute it, headstrong and frankly stubborn as ever, but nothing comes out.

There is silence for a moment, and no one rebuts what you say. Nobody can. The only other person in the room fights with herself to yield and give in to your unwavering loyalty. In your mind, she is everything you want. There is nothing else you can ask of her than to simply accept that you wish to remain with her if only she will allow you to through her own emotional turmoil.

"Are you listening to what I’m saying?" you ask, frown creeping back onto your face as it tugs the corner of your lips down, seemingly against your will, "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."

Another chord is struck, her heart beating so loud it thrums in her ears like suddenly becoming aware it’s been threatening to beat out of her chest the entire conversation. She breathes, shaky and caught up in her own surprise. Somehow, she didn’t expect you to be so sweet in your words or throw her off guard so abruptly. She finds it hard to believe them. Arlecchino’s worries haven’t disappeared, only dwindled. It helps, if not completely. There is a reprieve in listening to you.

You have seen the worst of her, every crease she hasn’t ironed out, her sometimes rotten personality, her stained clothes, the weapons she cleans in your home. You have seen her walk to greet you covered in blood and gore from a savage fight, kneel before you and hold your hand with the same hands she uses to kill vagrants and petty criminals, kiss your skin with those lips that spill the vilest of curses against her enemies.

Before she realises what she’s saying, she blurts out a question, "Do you really believe that?"

It is quiet, reminiscent of how gently you looked at her earlier as her voice barely breaks a whisper, and she can’t bring herself to break eye contact with you once she finds the courage to make it.

"I do."

You smile at her, hoping she will smile back. A faint smile graces Arlecchino’s lips, ever the handsome picture. Her sincerity is comforting after such a scare. You still worry, and perhaps you will never stop with the way her mind likes to trick her. How long had she thought you secretly looked at her with disgust this time? You fear you won’t have an answer again, though you desperately wish for one. As much as you notice her awkwardness, dismissing some of it and observing other parts with more scrutiny, it is hard to make her talk to you at times.

"Thank you." It is all Arlecchino can think to say in response as she forgets what else she was going to challenge you on. It will return eventually, and she will face it again, but for now, it settles. Arlecchino can reasonably bury her doubt for a time.

"Can we keep talking?" you ask.

"About anything," she confirms with a nod.

You turn away, walking across the room in pursuit of retrieving your chair from its designated spot by the wall. You pull it along, dragging it over the floor, and set it down across from her on the other side of the desk you’ve been talking across. Your seat welcomes you as it always does as you settle into place, now comfortably at eye level with her.

"In that case," you begin, taking the pen she holds and wriggling it from her hands. She relinquishes it without much of a fight, allowing you to place it off to the side out of the way. "I’m going to ask you how you are, and I would like you to answer me honestly."

"Anything for you, my love."

#♡ — anon visit.#✦ — scenarios.#✦ — fluff.#arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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iveriee · 1 year ago

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Hello 👋. I have never done a request before but I really love your Yandere! Tom riddle one so much. Can I request a Yandere!Draco with childhood bestfriend trope,please? It would be so nice if Draco and reader have big height difference. English is also not my first language so forgive me for any mistakes. Thank you ❤.

★;ANSWER: Of course! I apologise if this fic is disappointing, I tend to criticize myself quite alot more while writing for other characters.

★;CATEGORY: A yandere x Reader.

★;PAIRING: Yan!Draco Malfoy x Gn!Reader

★;SUMMARY: In which.. you reunite with him after being victorious in evading him for years.

★;PS: This fic contains mentions of obsessive behaviour, stalking,perversion, and delusional thoughts. In no way do i encourage such crimes in reality, This is only for entertainment purposes. The quality of this fic may be a bit more low than usual as i have been dealing with quite alot of personal issues. Never i have ever written for Draco before and so i must warn you that this may be a bit OOC.

Reunions. A word engraved with joy—visualized with the imagery of heartening, friendly affection by both the Wizarding World and Muggles.. However, in your vision, it was, perhaps, the utmost vicious thing you could've heard. In an instants notice, the past years you had spent at Hogwarts seemed like a distant haven—plunged by the gratifying tsunami that was Draco Malfoy and smothered by the sizzling volcano that was Time.

To evade and ignore him ever since that day was, perhaps, indeed the most orderly choice you had made. No longer were you two mere innocent friends and to get him to comprehend that you did not reciprocate his tendencies was an utter lost cause—And so you cast your gaze away, paid no heed to his words and formed healthy friendships. Yet the perversion of his gaze stained you like a persisting poltergeist.

And so here we were. The beginning was a mere, regular day of ignoring Draco at the Great Hall during Breakfast. It had transfigured into a sort of routine, done with persistence everyday. Even more so, he had perhaps quitted attempting to rekindle the friendship, the evidence of your cause being that he would no longer try and speak to you or gaze at you from the Slytherin Table, neither would he attempt to seem good in your vision. It was utterly foolish of him to even try doing so as you knew that he was an obnoxious, racist, spoiled,bullying assh—You had a revision test to study for, the thought reached your mind(as you were the one to force it on, though, of course, you would never admit so).

The conclusion that he had given up, was, of course, an illusion you had conjured up for reassurance and so was proved. In what way? The climax of Breakfast had birthed a cramped crowd of students, which was not so pleasant, now was it? Henceforth, you had resorted to sprinting out of the Great Hall earlier. If you had perhaps known what would happen, you'd oblige to suffering in that crowd. What occured is truly an obvious act that needs no introduction.

Times had transformed and Draco towered over you. It seemed quite foreign even so. Perhaps—you could just speak to him and conclude this delusion of a situation. "It would be very nice if you didn't interrupt my attempts to go to Class, Malfoy." You stated firmly, angling your gaze away.

"And It would have been very nice if you didn't ignore and reject me, [Last Name]" Draco answered. (or perhaps snickered, more accurately) His gaze plunged on you, fixating on...unspeakable places for quite a while...(as proved by his smile) Resulting in on you attempting very hard to defeat the urge to punch him. "Maybe if you said yes, we wouldn't have to be in this situation." He added hastily.

"I don't remember asking you for advice, Malfoy." You spat firmly in answer. "I've attempted quite alot to tell you that i do not fancy you. But of course...you're a fucking jerk after all, what did I expect? Don't think that I'm not aware of your stalking." You asserted, tilting closer to him (something you'd regret quite much).

His eyes broadened, emitting an almost evil smirk from you.

Oh, how that would reverse...

To your utter dismay, your domination over him had, of course, concluded in mere seconds, His hands proceeded to your shoulders, resulting in you flinching. "Drop the act [Name], i know you like me...." He stated, gazing at you. Perhaps this boy was utterly and completely delusional. And indeed, he was. He spoke once more, forming a frown on your lips. After all, now he'd be having what he longed for quite a while. "But i guess for now, We should have a proper reunion."

#draco malfoy #harry potter #hp fandom #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter fanfiction

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inpherno-of-beans · 2 months ago

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-`♡´- Littlest of guys! -`♡´-

I guess this is the first time I've put MYSELF into an introduction! You can call me either "Star" or "The Caretaker", whichever suits your fancy! Beans can't really make intros so I'm doing it for them! The beans you can talk to are the following: - Beanket [Rocket] - Medbean [Medkit] - Beanshot [Sling] - Coil bean - Valbean [Valk] - Beanheart [Darkheart] - Lumibean [Illumina] You can also talk to variants of beans as well! All you need to do is ask and I'll come over and bring 'em in!

❤︎ Rules: -> Absolutely NO NSFW. Why would you even wanna ask that kind of stuff here? -> Be nice!!! They're just little babies!!! -> If I wanna block you, then I will. No ifs, ands or buts -> If you'd like to talk to a variant of a bean, just say the variant's name [Beangazer, Siabean <- Examples]

-> Y'all already knows it's me, Star, but I'm still putting this here because I can!!!! -> I will let you know that the "Star" in this is a slightly different version of myself! Like it's me but not ME me, y'know? Y'all will figure it out!!! -> I am going to say this again: NO. NSFW. ON. THIS. BLOG. None. You will be blocked if you ask sexual or gore-related questions. Or anything generally uncomfy. -> Any and all interactions are welcomed! -> If you start up an interaction w/intentions to hurt the beans then I will just ignore you. -> IC answers are represented in the list about! -> OOC answers/Star talking will be BLUE + a "★" at the beginning -> Lore/Info post here -> Enjoy the babies!!!

#introduction #intro post #phighting parody #parody blog #phighting beans

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tdsask · 3 months ago

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(OOC -Nick) welcome to my super cool TDS ask blog, i made this cuz i've been hyperfixating on tds for years!! ASKS ARE CURRENTLY: OPEN!! -Please be patient!! i go to school and have bad mental health, dont expect your questions to be immediately answered -Theres in universe lore, basically!! Though, please do not perceive the things I say as canon or official, these are mostly headcanons!! -This is taking place [As of 11/21/24] after they've beaten Fallen King, on their way to beat bosses like The Golden Titan and Wox the Fox -Not all responses will have drawings, as drawings are added in as photos, or drawings from some towers!! -OCS are allowed, but will be perceived as new recruits!! -Magic Anons are 100% allowed, but don't be weird!! -Please do not ask anything NSFW related. The person running this is a minor. -Please ask before making dubs or stuff like that!! -At the end of the day, this is a passion project!! Please do not take this all too seriously. -No asks for money or favors. I cannot provide those to you. This is a roleplay/ask blog purely, and I cannot help you. Though I wish you get what you need. SPEECH INDICATORS: -Com (Commander) -DeeJ!!/DJ!! (DJ) -Medic❤ (Medic) -Nick/OOC (Unrelated, out of character)

^ General logos/icons for this passion project

Difference between a drawing from DJ or an in universe photo!! Basics about me!! -You can call me Nick or Kat, and I use any pronouns!! -Please don't expect every piece of art to be polished, my motivation isn't constant :,D -There'll be some dark topics on this blog, and there will be trigger warnings to indicate this. If you decide you cannot handle said trigger, please don't keep reading the post!! Take care of yourself!!

#tower defense simulator #tds

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zhenskiy-durak · 3 months ago

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𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.

Well well, look what we have here in my sights on here. You're quite the brave one to approach me as you have, let the boss know what's on your mind with you disturbing me like this... and maybe I'll let you live if you get lucky and if I deem it fit..~

Blog Tags:

• Director's Announcements -> Asks answered in-character • Director's Orders -> In-character posts and replies from Chaos Director • Goop mind-> Aesthetic reblogs relating Chaos Director • moth think-> OOC posts from the muse • ❤︎ -> Misc reblogs,such as ask, games and promoting more blogs

*OOC talking will be done with [[ ]]

《 Rules/Info under the cut. 》

Rules and Guidelines:

❤︎ Blog is run by @leamhan ❤︎This blog is very headcanon heavy as right now as Chaos Director just came out

❤︎writer is an adult, but please don’t send anything NSFW like. Suggestive jokes may be allowed, however please keep them to a minimum as I’d prefer this blog to be SFW mainly. ❤︎Basic DNI applies here. Absolutely no proshippers please keep that trash away. Also, just don’t be rude in general, we're all just having fun. ❤︎if you'd like, feel free to tag this account in posts or message me if you wanna start something! However I may take a bit as I am a busy person most days.

Headcanons:

❤︎ Chaos Director is a lesbian and goes by she/they pronouns. ❤︎ Chaos Director is Russian and has a heavy Russian accent like Chaos agent does in Save the world. ❤︎ Chaos Director and Chaos Agent are not siblings in my hc, She is the boss of him who both took the same experiment to be as they are, she came out stronger and as his boss. ❤︎ Chaos Director loves to play with her "food" and well tease while she does. ❤︎ Chaos Director is single but open to ships and more, though it may just to further her plans. [[First Divider credit @k1ssyoursister]]

#fortnite tumblrverse #fortnite rp

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ask-tamakisuoh · 4 months ago

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is the ouran high school host club fandom still alive? *sob*

We humbly welcome you to enjoy your stay at the host club, after all, we welcome all. ❤

OOC! :

Hellloooooo! This is my 4th ask blog (im on a roll! :D) up to now! :3

Blog owner uses he/him.

I was gonna do a Kaoru blog but I feel like I'd accidentally draw Hikaru too much :<

- main account @shackledkitty

Blog rules / canon! (Read before asking!!!)

- No NSFW (duh).

- Pretty much all ships are fair game on here, heavy exception on Lady Eclair x Tamaki, we hate her here.

- Bisexual Tamaki all the way.

- This man doesn't have autism, he IS the autism.

- Any time Tamaki speaks, it's red.

- Do not spam asks, no matter how good your question, if you spam it will be deleted and not answered.

- I encourage other ask blogs to interact! (I love blog interactions and RPS hehe :3)

- Tamaki is an emoticon user, not emoji, so excuse if he starts silly facing (pretty sure this is in manga canon).

- If you'd like, you can roleplay as a host club guest under anon, just attach an emoji to your character name ^^

ANYWAY!!!! HAVE FUNNNNN AND ASK!!!!

(THE tamaki gif™) ^

#ouran high school host club #ouran koukou host club #ouran host club #ouran hshc #tamaki suoh #ohshc tamaki #ohshc #ohshc ask blog #tamaki suoh ask blog #ask blog

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kattythingz · 6 months ago

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❤💛💙💕 for the ask game

Why, of course! Already answered emojis are in previous asks~

💛 - what is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

Ohhhh boy. Well. You hear of this neat ship called edwin, ahaha...?

PUT DOWN THE PITCHFORKS, LET ME EXPLAIN. Edwin literally grew up together. We are told several times that they are practically family, and in both series that's how it's played at first. And that seemed like the most natural route!!! Ed and Al's whole shtick is that they believe they have no family left but the Rockbells are living proof of otherwise. So when you take away that aspect suddenly and make it romantic, it just—IT RUINS IT, OKAY? SUDDENLY THE SENTIMENT FEELS CHEAP.

And don't even get me STARTED on how unbalanced their individual growths are. Ed's had to change SO MUCH about himself to fit into Winry's view (taller than her, a settled-down family man, etc). And then Winry... is exactly the same. Start to finish. She's a little more independent, and that's about it. She still runs her shop and presumably wins the family bread. And Ed becomes... a househusband.

Do you see the problem here?

If they'd AT LEAST given us a scene where Winry confessed that she'd get used to Ed being shorter than her, or that she's okay with it actually, or whatever—ANYTHING to show us that she didn't want Ed to change for her. Then that would've swayed me!! Pretty drastically! But it really seems like Ed just changed so much for her, and she hardly changed in return. It's just. So comphet. And ooc. I can't stand it in any context, I'm sorry.

💙 - which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

ROY MUSTANG, OH MY GOD. Can I go one day without hearing about how hot he supposedly is? He's mid at best to me. Esp with that plain-ass white boy haircut, yeesh. Mustang isn't all that. Y'all can do better, frankly. Like, say, og Greed, or Greedling. Now THOSE. Those are some fine men. Also consider Olivier?? RIZA HAWKEYE? WHY ARE Y'ALL STARIN' AT BASIC ASS MUSTANG WHEN HAWKEYE IS RIGHT THERE? I'm so disappointed in everyone /j

#I jest with the 2nd question ofc. y'all can like who you like #i just don't personally get it. mustang seems hella overhyped to me #katmail #fma #ask game #anon

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prythianpages · 8 months ago

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oh I love this! 💘,📚,🚦,❤,💕,🦋and🦈

Sorry if this is to much 😅

Hello there! It's never too much lol

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

Angst. (But my answer also depends on my mood.)

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

There's sooo many amazing fics and writers on here! But since the Vanserras, especially Eris, have me in a chokehold rn, here are some of my fav Eris fics from my fav writers:

@stormhearty's Thank You, Next

@ninthcircleofprythian's Make It Hurt

@daycourtofficial 's Gingerfucker series

@utterlyotterlyx's Can't Keep My Hands to Myself

These are just a few. I do have a sideblog where I reblog all my reads! <3 @prythianslibrary

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

I like reading ambiguous endings or ones that leave you like "what the fuck???" I think I threw the last book to the Divergent series at my bedroom wall towards the end. But writing? I am a chronic people pleaser, which is why Be Safe is going to have a part two and also why I tend to lean toward writing happy endings. I am trying something different with my new Eris series.

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I answered this in this ask but I'm going to go with my third favorite hehe. My Seer x Az one-shot. I loved writing her friendship with the Suriel!

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Cassian! I love him and want to be his best friend so bad.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Lucien! I love him but I love him too much that I fear I may write him wrong or OOC.

I don't see the "❤" but I am on desktop so idk which question it was meant to be? Sorry! I don't mind answering it, if you post the question along with it too.

Ask Game.

#this was fun to answer #thank you!#<3 #anon #ask game

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astral-cookiery · 2 years ago

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Hello! I'm the anon that requested the Red Velvet and Dark Cacao small fic :D

And omg, I loved it!! Thank you for doing my request (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

May I request for the same trope/scenario but with Caramel Arrow Cookie? She has been living in my head for quite some time.. once again, thank you! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

(Sorry if this got sent twice, my Tumblr is being a jerk)

A/n: I absolutely loved writing those fics, so I'm glad you enjoyed it! <3

I don't understand flirting, but my early morning brain was determined to write it, so apologies if that isn't what you were looking for. CA also might be ooc since I haven't completed Chapters 13/14 yet (｡•́︿•̀｡)

I try my best to make my writing gender-neutral when I can, so please point out if I seem to be leaning towards any gender at all.

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Caramel Arrow Cookie x Reader

Caramel Arrow Cookie sat cross-legged on her bed, in no rush to get up and at her duties today. It was one of her days off- which were few and far in between. She decided to spend the day doing things she wouldn’t usually, such as sleeping in. So instead of waking up before sunrise, as she normally would, she slept until the sun was creeping into her window, shining in her face- which was relatively late in the morning.

She did eventually decide to wake up however, and took her comb to start working at the ridiculous amount of hair she had.

Knock knock.

Caramel Arrow Cookie didn’t need to guess who was at her door, seeing as you had a rather particular rhythm in which you knocked on her door.

“Come in!” She called.

The door creaked open, allowing you to step in, giving Caramel Arrow an enthused expression.

“Goood morning Caramel Arrow! What are you up to?” You asked, watching her continue to comb out her hair, which trailed around her like a winding river.

“Ah, I’m just brushing my hair right now.” She answered, briefly smiling up at you to signal that you were welcome to stay.

“Can I braid it?” You asked without missing a beat, which meant that you probably thought about it beforehand.

“Oh, I don’t see why not.” She answered, gesturing for you to sit on her bed. After taking a seat behind her, you combed your fingers through her hair. You had to pause for a moment, marvelling at how the sun made the brown swirls in her hair shine, making it look almost golden.

“Has anyone ever told you that your hair is really pretty?” You asked, starting to break her hair into two parts.

She thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head slightly. “No, you would be the first to say that.” She claimed, resting both of her hands in her lap now that you were handling her hair.

“Really? I suppose your absolutely fantastic hair must be overshadowed by how great of a Watcher you are then.” You said decisively, giving Caramel Arrow a grin she couldn’t see. The tiniest amount of heat rushed to her cheeks, momentarily surprising her.

She didn’t have a response for flirting. The silence stretched, slightly uncomfortably on her side as she mentally struggled to find a new topic. “We- would you like to go get bubble tea after this? My treat.” She offered.

“Like a date?” You asked teasingly, which only made her want to curl in on herself in embarrassment.

“N-no! As a… payment, for… helping me braid my hair?” Caramel Arrow Cookie answered defensively, but you gave the back of her head an unconvinced expression.

“Uhuh, sure. We’ll get bubble tea after I finish braiding your hair, but in a totally platonic not-date way.” You reiterated, making her sigh in exasperation.

The whole time, you had been delicately braiding her hair, crossing one side over the other and trading a small piece each time, creating an elegant fishtail braid.

By the time you were finished, tying it with a hairtie so that it wouldn’t slip out, her hair only reached to around her lower back, as compared to how it usually could touch the floor. The magic of hair braiding, you supposed.

“There! I’m all done!” You announced, not-so-gently pushing her off the bed so she would go over to the vanity. Caramel Arrow shot you a playful glare as she caught herself, then moved to the vanity, where she looked in a hand mirror to get a view of your handiwork.

“Oh, that looks beautiful, [Name]-Cookie. Thank you.” She said delightedly, setting the mirror down.

Caramel Arrow Cookie took her dapho off the vanity, putting it on. She then gestured toward the door. “Shall we go now?”

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All done!

#Caramel Arrow Cookie x reader #caramel arrow cookie #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk #cookie run kingdom #x gn reader #If anyone is interested #I can write a bubble tea date part two #◞◦ ☆ -➛ Posts: Writings #◞◦ ☆ -➛ Posts: Drabbles

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