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edgeray · 7 days ago
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STAY, DON'T GO
Arlecchino x GN! Reader Oneshot
how you unfurl Arlecchino content warnings/ info: angst, hurt/comfort, my interpretation of arlecchino's story quest (may be inaccurate), scenes in the beginning jump back and forth between time, lots of switching of povs, 6.2k words
“Pureure,” your love had stated abruptly, two years into the relationship on a terribly ordinary day, no prior context preceding her response. You missed it at first, oblivious to the gravity that her utterance carried; rather, you were more focused on preparing the cups of tea for you and Arlecchino. Absentmindedly responding with a curt hum, you finished pouring the tea into her cup before approaching her, beverage in hand, offering it to her. She took the cup in her hands, but she didn't drink. 
“What was it you said?” You inquired.
Arlecchino remained silent, as if contemplative, as if hesitant. Something uncharacteristic for the Harbinger. Peeling your sight away from the cup, you lifted your gaze until you met her eyes, red pupils glaring back at you. Over the three years you had been with her at that point, you’re able to discern the smallest of details. That included the slight furrow of her brows, the pursed lips bordering on a frown, and the most marginal softening of her eyes. 
“Arlecchino?” You gently encourage another answer, reciprocating the compassion she seldom held for anyone but you in your tone and your expression.
“Peruere,” she enunciated with an unseen faltering, and you suppressed the urge to question it. She elaborated no more. 
You repeated the sound. “Peruere.” It was foreign to you, a word you've yet heard of before, yet it stirred some sort of ease inside of you–it felt right on your tongue for some inexplicable reason. 
Her lips parted, but nothing but an exhale escaped from them. Her eyes widened to a barely noticeable degree, but it certainly didn't mean there was no effect on her. She pursed her lips tightly after, her stare on you never leaving, but you had the sense that there was something else she saw in that moment. The glow of her eyes weren't as bright.  
“What is it?”
“My name. My name before her Majesty bestowed the name Arlecchino on me.”
‘Pereure,’ you repeated throughout your thoughts. Arlecchino shared little of herself, even with the growing proximity between the two of you. While your lover knew every intricate detail about you, there was hardly much you could say about her: her preferences, her upbringing, the source of her nightmares, and the reason for her frequent, blank, longing stares at you. You knew that there was no need to pry into her being, to pick out and uproot every bit of her that she meticulously hides away, just so that you could console yourself that you loved her just as she loved you. 
But it gnawed at you, the knowledge that you could be knowing nothing of the person you loved. How could you call yourself her lover, when she couldn't confide parts of herself in you, when you couldn't even know her favorite flowers, when you couldn't comfort her after a nightmare, when you couldn't support her as much as you could? Insecurity had crept up your spine over the years, clawing at your insides as you tried to assure yourself you were enough for her, but how could you be?
But when she whispered her name, like an intimate secret concealed away from the world, just between you and her, it sparked a hope in you, and there appeared an irrefutable fondness in your eyes that made the Fourth Harbinger nearly stumble over. 
“It's beautiful, Peruere,” you said to her, your eyes awfully warm for someone so cold, and the tenderness in your voice was enough to melt a bit of the ice encasing her heart. More than anything did it make her bleed out, the thumping organ in her chest cut open as she suddenly became sixteen again, her red-crossed pupils beholding a familiar carmine-haired girl for a moment that seems to extend farther than time. She blinked, and then you reappeared.  
Arlecchino stated nothing. Instead, she leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
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For the Director of the House of the Hearth, nightmares used to be commonplace. That is not to say that they no longer haunt her, only that they appear in the still moments, flickering alongside shadows and phantom whispers that echo in empty rooms. Brief remnants from a past still claw at her at the back of her mind, anticipating vulnerable, opportune times to lash at her and rise to the surface. The mocking leering from a cruel Mother ghosts one ear, and the innocent, childish laughter of a girl that never grew up lingerie on the other ear. Peruere–because it is not the feared, reliable Knave that stands in the place of her–experiences a multitude of these dreams, some that tangle and warp her present and childhood altogether, and others that are more singular, more insistent on leaving her with a reminder. 
It is this nightmare, the only one which she remembers so vividly, that haunts Peruere past beyond slumber.
A blanket of white expands past what she can see on a flat, barren plain. The ground gives under her boots with a soft crunch and her fur coat shuffles as the wind moans. All that illuminates her path is moonlight, luminous and full, and the dancing lights in the sky overhead. She tilts her head up, observing as the viridian rushes forth and across, flowing freely like a fickle stream. Viridian, that of a similar hue to… 
“Beautiful, isn't it, Perrie?”
Her attention is drawn away from the aurora, and when she turns to the side she is met with gleaming, emerald eyes. Clervie peers up, in a red stained white dress, an innocuous smile paired with starkly dead eyes. The lack of visible breath from her tells Peruere that Clervie is undoubtedly dead. 
“Don't you want to see this with me?” She presses. Even with her sweet words, Peruere knows something sinister lies beneath them. Peruere must not falter. 
At the lack of answer from the cursed being, Clervie continues. “You can see this with me everyday. You can be with me. I miss you, Perrie. Don't you miss me?”
She does. Everyday she does.
Peruere remains steadfast, stubborn and resilient as Clervie had always known her for. Even when her words are alluring, drawing something deep within Peruere that she was not even aware was alive, Peruere wills her mouth shut, in fear of what she might say, in fear of what she will not be able to take back. 
The apparition changes her tactic. 
“Aren't you tired?”
Peruere is. 
It is this damning question that haunts her, latching onto her like a parasite in everything she does. Waking, breathing, moving, thinking, somehow they all carry an inescapable exhausation to them. Even when she tries to, the truth is forced out of her, a simple, raw, “I am” tumbles off of Peruere's lips.
“Does it hurt everyday?”
How can it not? Not when she carries the sin of killing her former lover, and her siblings. How often does she have to bury one of her children in her heart? Even for her own children, she cannot eliminate their suffering, less of all, hers. Her cursed blood surges through her body, aches and pangs that nearly consume her everyday. 
Clervie offers a hand, kind and warm and everything that Peruere wants to surrender herself to. “You can come with me. I promise it won't hurt anymore. You can give up, Peruere. You outlived Mother. You don't have to live alone anymore.”
Peruere stares at the hand, small, pale, and most of all, unstained with blood–welcoming, even. She refuses to take it, even when her fingers itch to.  
Then Clervie asks the most damning question of all: “Why won't you give up?”
There's no answer from Peruere. She cannot find the answer, even when it lies on the tip of her tongue. When she parts her lips, nothing comes out, and she wonders if she ever could answer. 
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There are a few things that you noticed when you first worked for her. All the miniscule details that you stored away mentally, for any future use that may allow you in her good graces. You weren’t aware of it then, but those details were what led to your relationship development–from boss to girlfriend. Arlecchino said early on in the relationship that one of your most alluring qualities was your attention to detail, always so keen on observing every bit of her until you knew all but everything of her. 
In the first month after your transfer to her, you’ve narrowed down her favorite teas and which one to give her in accordance to her outward mood. Liyuen Black tea in the morning for energizing, Inazuman Green tea during midday for a more soothing feel, and Lavender Melon tea for the evening to unwind. In the third month of working under her, you’d leave a tray with a teapot and cup for her on the desk that she'd inevitably return to when the moon reaches its peak. She bathes in the moonlight, sipping Chamomile tea, even with the knowledge the blood flames that course through her veins will never allow her to rest.
She tells you only in your eighth month that the tea is a futile but appreciated gesture to cure her sleepless bouts. It does not deter you; instead, you often pair the tea with a small side of honey beside it. There is no harm in sweetened things, after all, when sugar cuts back the bitterness of reality. 
There are other things that you notice about her. 
Arlecchino claims herself as a strict and unfeeling Father. At first, you had believed it well into the second week. Piercing stares into her children, as if she were gauging them, inside and out for every imperfection and fault she could pry out. Words harsh like the creaking of a door that echoes through the house with sparing touches, as cold as the Snezhnayan snow. Her interactions with the younglings beyond Fatui-related matters are few and far in between. 
Then there are the times when she observes. Unmoving, just like her expression, but her gaze never ending, always lingering. The observed never notice, but you do. It matters not what the children are doing, whether reading quietly among themselves, chatting boisterously, or even eating pastries, she watches. Sometimes you think her lips twitch a miniscule amount, but it is gone as soon as it appears, like a wispy ghost. It frustrates you, like deciphering a brick wall, evident of nothing but its unyieldingness. Like grasping embers that fade out of existence before your fingertips. 
You wonder why she watches, wonder what thoughts her mind conjures. Perhaps there is an underlying warmth to her actions, to the calculated callousness of her methods, or maybe that is just wishful thinking on your part. 
It only takes half a year for her to stare at you like that too–somehow all of your mundane routines have captured her attention, whether it was interacting with the children or fixing something in the kitchen. You’re aware of her, painfully so, by the way her crossed pupils dig so deep into your skin that you still feel the imprint of her intent gaze when even after she looks away. Her behold searing as if she were burning you with her crimson flames. 
(Every budding affection charred until ashes, pruned before it could blossom, and with that any thorn that may appear.)
What does she see when her eyes falter on your form? You suppose that you'd never know. 
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A year into your relationship, Arlecchino asks you to retrieve some files in her bedroom's closet. For as long as you've started sleeping with her in the same bed (give or take half a year), you've never explored the rest of the room–you felt that it wasn't right to. You find the wardrobe she detailed, and try to recall what drawer it was she wanted you to find. Was it the last one or the second to last one? Curse your poor memory. 
You open the last drawer, expecting a file folder. Instead, you find two plush dolls, resembling bunnies, laying side by side one another innocently. On the left, a rose pink rabbit, with floppy ears, beady jade eyes, adorning a floppy bow tie and snow white headband. The tuft of what you assumed was hair stuck out from the head, and the tips of the ears were white, as well as the lower half of its face.
Adorable. 
The bunny (or rather, hare, you realize) to the right is white and black in color. Bangs cover up the left eye, and even with the bow tie and cutesy appearance, it's easy to tell who this toy is supposed to represent.
You suck in a harsh breath, curiosities swirling in your head. 
Quickly, you slide away the drawer and open the second one, finding the file folder you were sent here for and grabbing it. You shut the closet door resolutely, the image of the plushies never escaping your mind. 
You can ask her at a later point. 
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Death comes for all, in the enemies she has slaughtered or in the lives of her children that slip past her. Even for Archons, death comes to, and Arlecchino knows that herself is no exception. Fate will come to her too, either in the agonizing, cruel way that catches the Knave off guard, or it will be in the way like her curse–slow and inevitable, a dull pain that swallows her surely. The curse will continue to rise past her forearms, and head towards her heart in a decade or two, she suspects. In any case, she believes that her death will come shortly, and there are many things that she cannot dawdle on because of that inevitability. 
Before her demise, there must be one of two conditions to be met. A self-imposed goal. One, she finds a way for the House of the Hearth to be permanently freed from the Fatui, which in her remaining lifetime is unlikely. The second is that the House of the Hearth has a suitable successor to take her place, ensuring that the children will live safely and contently beyond her.
Lyney is already shaping to become an exemplary successor. There are some more lessons for him to learn, but it will not take long–a few years at most–until he is ready. She is no longer concerned with the survival of the House of the Hearth, as her son would be an even better Director than she is. 
So, should death come to her in the near future, she would accept it graciously and without regret. She's fulfilled her purpose, protected who she could as best as she could, and while she has yet learned of what a family exactly is, she knows Lyney is brilliant enough to find the answer. And if not, Lynette, Freminet, and the rest of his siblings will show him the answer. She does not feel that the life Clervie gave her has gone to waste, and to some degree, she has seen and made the House of the Hearth into the ‘family’ and ‘home’ that Clervie had always wanted. 
There is not another reason for her heart to beat longer.  
Yet, her heart does. She’s discovered another reason for her heart to continue beating. 
The Knave is not afraid of death, make no mistake, but when her gaze falls on you she despises that she wishes for her life to extend a second a longer. Thoughts of a longer future are discarded just as they appear, driven away with a mental swat as if they were nothing more than nuisances. Her death will surely approach soon, so why is it that she wants her end to delay? She has nothing left, she has accomplished everything, why must she want more? When her touch grazes you, why is it that all she can think is where next to touch invoke such a flustered reaction? Why does she imagine more of your future smiles towards her? 
She does not need one more reason to continue living. And she realizes with a heavy heart that is the chink in the Knave's armor, what makes her most afraid: wanting to continue a future she does not have. 
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About eight months after she's revealed her true name, you learn of a second name.
A blackened hand raises, stroking your cheek with a rare tenderness that's only extended to you, and your eyelids flutter. Sunlight streams through the window, painting Peruere as an angelic being, and her white hair emits off almost a heavenly glare. Red crosses greet your drowsy gaze, softened by your appearance.  
Like every morning for the past year, you've always awakened to the unmistakable warmth that belongs to Peruere. With the blood flames that course through her body, along with her Pyro vision, always on her person, she’s always hot to the touch. You find that you don't mind. On the more crisp nights, when she draws you closer underneath the covers and your bodies fit together like one whole, you can't possibly trade for another place to be. She is your hearth, a sanctuary that stokes the embers of your heart. You live inside of her heart, as does she in yours. 
It always takes a while to break the comfortable silence between the two of you. With how busy the Haringer is, finding quiet, intimate moments like these throughout the day is difficult. Basking in each other's company makes it all worth waking up and trudging through the day, then falling into each other's arms at night. Words are needless now, not when every touch or gesture is enough to communicate what the two of you need. After some while, Peruere breaks the silence by recounting what must be done today. Today is no different. 
“There's someone I’ve needed to see for some time,” she says, breaking your trance from admiring her lips. 
“Do you need me to see them?” 
She remains silent for some moments. “No. But I’d like you to.”
An unusual answer from her. Who is this person she'd like to meet? What kind of person are they, if Peruere wanted you to see them? What is their relationship? You could count very few individuals whose presence Peruere tolerates enough that she'd want you to see them. It's likely not Fatui-related in that case, not when she could hardly endure a minute with her fellow Harbingers, and her patience wore rather thin with other operatives. From her personal background then?
You try to recall what you've learned about Peruere’s past. A frown forms when you determine that it's very little. You knew not of how she became a Harbinger or her circumstance before taking the mantle of ‘Father.’ What you knew amounted to what she gave you about her curse, her real name, and the stuffed animals. You had never asked about, but occasionally the image of green buttoned eyes and the scarlett bunny flashes through your mind. If Peruere represents one of them, who was the other one? For now, you shove away the thought. 
“Then I'll go, if that's what you want,” you finally answer. 
Peruere nods, before wordlessly rising from bed. 
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Arlecchino treks the same path up the mountain as she has times before. Her feet move on their own, as if the pull to the ruins were ingrained in her very muscles. Every time she's visited, it's always a sullen journey, as alone and cold as what remains on top of the hill. With each step, the air seems to thicken, and the bloodflames lick away at her veins, daring to consume her. Her frozen heart hardens until it grows heavy, dense enough that she feels it sinks into her stomach and that familiar suffocating, oppressive weight settles inside like an insidious parasite. 
Her heart is relieved by the most miniscule amount with your presence. One clasped with yours, and the other firmly holding the bouquet of Lumoudice Bells, she continues. She wonders if you can feel the way her heart thumps so erratically, so unlike the strict and unfeeling Father, the ruthless diplomat. How can one measly life disturb her when she's taken the lives of so many? She banished the thought away, because she knew her first love would never be just ‘one measly life.’ 
If you knew of Clervie, what were you to think of her? What were you to think, with the knowledge that her first–and only–friend died in her arms, her blood stained on her hands, and pierced by her sword? If you knew she had clung to Clervie beyond death and forced her day after day to wander, afraid, distraught, and alone, around a house whose walls haunted her, what would become of her in the eyes of you? 
Perhaps, you would see her as the monster Crucabena raised–maybe you too would burn from her cursed flames, and she'd be left with the only fate she could not defy: being alone, like how a wretched monster is supposed to be. Her only company would be the curse that gradually chokes her until she is buried in the ashes of all those close to her, and her life too will be snuffed out like fading embers. 
The blood flames nicks her, and she momentarily embraces the sting that spreads through her form.  
“Peruere,” you softly call out, concern dripping from your tone, and oh, how you do inexplicable things to her heart. She opens her eyes, and for a moment, she thinks she sees a glint of viridian in your eyes, before it flickers out of existence in a blink. 
She shakes her head to dismiss your worries, before looking ahead. The ruins come into view, and she wills the blood flames passive. Her forearms itch.
It's been nearly four years since she was last here, these crumbled walls and the overgrown stone floors make the resting place for both Clervie and her shadow. The sun–the same sun whose warmth Clervie had always wanted to feel–beams over Arlecchino just as it had done on the shadow. 
(Arlecchino wonders, when she held the dying girl for the first time, whether the warmth of her cursed flames could ever replace the sun's warmth. Would Clervie have been just as content, just as free for even a second, were she in Peruere's arms? For as cursed as she was, were her flames enough to be Clervie's Hearth?) 
Twice, here, she had said her farewells. Now, it's the first time that she's greeting Clervie since they first parted. 
She doesn't remember when or how she made her way here. Before her is a crude gravestone that she made after Clervie's death, hidden behind some rubble. She can still recall the way her hands terribly trembled and ached, as she hand-carved every letter and number onto the stone. She could barely register the pelting of the rain as she dug, and dug for what seemed like an eternity, but the weight of her body as she raised and lowered her seemed etched into her muscles, and–
“Peruere,” you say, and it is your warmth that jolts her when you intertwine your fingers with hers. “You're shaking.”
Indeed, her hands are trembling by her side, the bouquet bunching tightly. Inhaling deeply, she recollects herself, willing her hands to stop. 
“This is Clervie. She was…” Arlecchino begins but just as quickly pauses. She detests how difficult it was to grasp onto words when speaking was just as effortless as breathing. 
‘Everything’ she almost wants to say, and even the admission makes her chest churn agonizingly, her heart compounding into itself as if it wanted to hide from the truth. Those words are far too vulnerable, too revealing. Arlecchino attempts to find an appropriate substitute for the word but for once, she is at a loss. In an effort to reclaim some of her composure, but when she spots your gentle eyes, she sees a patience unfound by her from anyone before, an empathy that would swallow her whole if she continued staring into the abyss. A look that completely disarms her, that loosens her lips, that cracks her hardened exterior, and the emotions that have been welled up inside of her for years thrashes against its restraints, barging against her throat to escape. Peruere finds herself at the center of ravaging waters–waves of buried memories, of reserved sorrows–and even the cursed flames underneath her skin threaten to sear her. But even as the tides crash over, Peruere stands steadily. Here is not the place for her to crumble, not the time yet for you to see all of her walls peeled back. So, for now, she beckons the currents back into the well of her being. 
Her eyes flick away from yours, instead, looking up at the expanse of the sky. Peruere sees white clouds, reminiscent of Clervie's dress. “She was dear to me. She was my sole companion for much of my lifetime.”
You do not say anything for a few moments, long enough that Arlecchino starts doubting herself that you were even there until you finally say, “Do you miss her?” 
Miss her. Those two words can not attest to the amount of longing she has had since Clervie's death. Even now, a pang strikes through her, the bittersweet image of an adult Clervie–a Clervie that had the chance to grow up–appears at the forefront of her mind. If Clervie was here beside her, she would describe all the things the clouds resembled. “I do. But I would imagine that she would be at better peace now than with me.” 
Another bout of silence. This one is shorter than the last, cut with a simple question. “Would you like to talk to her?” 
She has never once thought of talking to Clervie's gravestone. What could be said to someone who could not respond? Arlecchino supposes, however, that there is no harm in doing so. She glances back down onto Clervie. Even if they never reach the intended audience's ears, it will act as a release for all of the unsaid words Arlecchino has. “Yes, I would.”
“I'll wait for you. Take as long as you need, Peruere.” The grass crunches behind her as you walk away, the sound growing quieter until it fades away. Once it does, she crouches down to place the bouquet of Lumoudice bells. 
“Clervie,” she addresses softly to the gravestone. “It has been a while. I apologize for not visiting sooner. I hope that you are faring well.”
What should she say? Arlecchino does not often converse with the dead.
“The House of the Hearth remains lively as ever.” She stops, recalling the more memorable events that occurred. Clervie would surely be amused. 
“We saw another addition to the family just a few months ago. I had taken in another child, Claude. He appears shy, but I believe that he will soon find his place among the rest of his siblings. Like you, he is an avid reader. Lyney has expectedly made earnest attempts to befriend him, but Freminet, with their akin quiet nature, would likely be more successful. Speaking of which, Lyney and Lynette's magic show has been prospering, and Freminet is included in some of the shows as well. He is becoming an increasingly beloved performer among the fans, and I do hope this will boost his confidence.”
She ponders for a moment of what else to add. 
“The children persuaded me to allow them to keep another stray cat, an abandoned kitten they found in an alley. I believe they called it Pumpkin, though I am certain it is a cover name for a more crude title. Two weeks ago, while I was working in my office, I was disturbed by an explosion. It appears that Foltz and Heloir were baking cookies, or what I can assume they were with the charred remains of their efforts.” 
Arlecchino lets out a huff of amusement, before continuing, “[Name] scolded the two quite thoroughly. They did not take to their given punishments so graciously, or at least less graciously as they would have had I issued the reprimand. [Name]’s generosity grants them that freedom, yet I cannot find myself especially irked with this. It is a welcome addition–[Name] is a welcome addition to our lives. The children have grown quite attached to [Name], and I…”
A beat of silence, an instant to formulate adequate words.
“[Name] is precious to me. They remind me of you, Clervie, in their kindness. You would have loved them. I had thought I would not find another person that would stay. But [Name] did. They are still here, and they do not intend on leaving. I cannot be any more grateful. They are attentive, gentle, and protective of the children, and to me… I cannot tolerate being without them. I could have never thought I would long for another just as I had for you, Clervie.”
A deep inhale then exhale.
“I had always wondered why you had given up your life for mine. Was the life I had lived worth yours in exchange? As of recently, I feel content with my life. Not yet satisfied, you know I am far too selfish and greedy to be entirely satisfied with this, but this is a life that I do not regret building. I am closer to the family we have wanted to build together as children, and… I think [Name] would be a good ‘Mother.’ Is it okay to ask [Name] to take your place? To be the ‘Mother’ we have always wanted?” 
There is no answer, nothing but the moan of a wind, but Arlecchino is satiated. 
“I should part soon with you. The children will wonder about my whereabouts, and [Name] grows anxious when they are away from the hotel for too long. I will visit you again. Next time, I promise a slice of cake so I ask you to wait for me until then.”
“Farewell, Clervie. Rest well.”
Arlecchino stands up, but stops before she fully turns around. “I nearly have forgotten to tell you. The aurora was just as beautiful as the ones in the pictures.”
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It starts with a red rabbit and a white hare. The children are all largely asleep, and in the comfort  of your shared bed on a quiet, intimate night Peruere takes out two plushies, the same two that had mystified you ever since you discovered them in an obscure drawer. Finally, you knew of who the other plushie belonged to. 
“I met her at the House of the Hearth. We were both raised there for as long as I can recall, underneath the former Director, ‘Mother.’” Peruere sharply inhales, running her thumb over the face of the Clervie doll. 
“Clervie was Mother's biological daughter, and she was the only one of the other children that could see past ‘Mother's’ facade. Mother liked to sweeten us as if we were candy, only to spit us out when we could no longer satisfy her. However, our siblings never saw beyond her cloying words and faux affection. From the very beginning we were trained to fight each other. Mother isolated us from our peers, so naturally, a friendship grew between us.” 
“I spent every breathing moment alongside her, despite ‘Mother's’ attempts to separate me from Clervie. ‘Mother’ favored me because I was her strongest among my siblings, while Clervie was the weakest. But that did not dissuade Clervie, even when my other siblings feared me. In fact, my lack of companions only emboldened Clervie to become my friend. Clervie was my sole companion for years. Much of what we had was shared: meals, books, beds, clothes. Whatever I had was Clervie's, and what was Clervie's was mine. And so were her dreams. 
“One day when we were six, she came up to me, bright-eyed and determined despite the numerous bruises she gained from ‘Mother's’ punishment, with a declaration. Clervie wanted to make a real family, one that shed no tears or blood, one where she would be a mother that loved her children equally, and her children would love each other. She wanted to make that family with me.
“I do not know of what a family looks like, and I do not suppose that Clervie knew either. But even when ‘Mother's’ cruelty shed away her naivety in the later years, she still held this dream dear to her. Clervie took to fantasies much more than I did, but I played along. We would imagine ourselves as parents of our pretend family, Clervie, the gentle ‘Mother,’ and I, as the stern ‘Father.’” 
These,” Peruere holds up the plush version of herself, “were the results from that. Our ‘children.’ Children often take on the appearances of their parents, so we likened them to ourselves. My look-alike was Clervie's, and hers was mine.”
“But that dream did not last. As our time inside the House of the Hearth grew, Clervie realized that making our home into a true family was impossible. So, Clervie began to dream of freedom. Freedom for not just herself, but for our siblings as well. When she became shy of a teenager, she made attempts of escaping. ‘Mother’ would always stop her and make an example out of her to dissuade any attempts from the other children.
“At sixteen, we finally learned why we were being taught how to fight. From the very beginning, ‘Mother’ had been grooming us to be participants of our very own death game– we had to fight each other to the death. Only the strongest would arise alive, and would be crowned with a meaningless throne over the mountain of their siblings. Clervie had always tried to get the others to draw, to reduce as many deaths as possible, but ‘Mother’ had always made sure that there can only be one victor.”
“Clervie and I were the last alive out of our siblings. One by one I dominated the duels and slaughtered our siblings. The night before our duel she said to me that she sought freedom, and the only way she can achieve it was in her death. I granted her that freedom and became the sole survivor. I trained nonstop everyday after her death to be strong enough to kill ‘Mother’ and I had achieved that a year later, in the exact same place I last held Clervie.”
Peruere finally stops, silence filling in the space between you. You are breathless, trying to piece together her past. What could even be said after that?
She sets down the plush on the bed, silently offering it to you. You take the plush with delicate hands, as if the toy would shatter upon the slightest touch. Knowing the history behind its owner makes it feel heavy, dense with the foreseen tragedy you know appears in Peruere's and Clervie's story. You cannot imagine the current Knave holding such a cutesy toy, but the vision of a smaller, baby-faced Peruere cradling the plush to her chest like it was the only comfort the world would grant her… it clenches your heart agonizingly. Knowing that she was so small but endured so much… you wish that you could give that tiny Peruere and Clervie all of the care and love they deserved. 
Pushing back the tears that emerge from the corner of your eyes became difficult. When Peruere noticed your tears, a blackened hand came up to your face to wipe them away. You lean in against the warm hand, your sobs coming in more rapidly. Oh, Peruere, you can not help but think, how is it that she is still so full of love? How is it that the child that grew up to be the love of your life, someone who would dedicate her entirety for each of her children, suffered so much? How could fate be this unjust to such a kind soul? 
Nothing held you back from practically lunging at her, grasping onto her and sobbing into her chest. You look up at her through a blurred vision, and even now there is hardly a hint of affliction on her. For how stoic she was, your entire body wracks with sorrow, for all of the emotions she herself could not express, you experience two fold. She holds you the entire time wordlessly, and never stops wiping away your endless tears. 
“You were so small,” is all you can comprehensively babble when your sobs begin to recede and you start hiccuping. “It’s not fair. It's not your fault. It can never be.” 
Peruere's eyes widen by a fraction at your statement, her lips part in a stunned silence, and her body tense, as if she was in disbelief. As if you had just healed a broken part of her that had been that way for her entire life. Her hand twitches, and her expression smooths out when she brushes away the last of your tears. “I apologize for making you cry.” 
You shake your head, refusing the apology. Sinking further down into her embrace as if trying to weld with her, you cling onto her, assuring her that you would never leave. Your hiccups ebb away, and the two of you lay together, bound by one another's entangled limbs. Your ear is pressed against her chest, listening to the rhythmic drum of her heart. 
There is one more break in the silence before the two of you succumb to slumber. 
“Would you like to see the aurora with me?” 
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Author's Note:
please don't let this flop please don't let this flop please don't let this flop
sorry for not uploading anything for 2.5 months. does this make up for it? i've had this idea worked on since last year, if I'm not mistaken, since at least august, and I only had just recently started working on it after I gave up on it for a good while. after this ill work on whatever i feel like. but it might be slow.
if you like this please talk to me through my inbox im very lonely also i spent forever on this. 😓 feeding my ego will motivate me to write more btw
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robin-evry · 21 days ago
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Hii idk if you could take req but can you please do Arlecchino or Acheron!yuu? Pick whatever you like to seperate or maybe write both of them.. But idk cuz it's my first time requesting this 💔🥀
If you don't want to do one of them, that's alright but I hope you have an amazing day and please take care of yourself!!
-❄ anon
Hello ❄️anon, so I'll be doing Acheron yuu on a separate one because another also requested, so I'll be doing arlechinno one first and then upload Acheron yuu later maybe tomorrow
𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐘𝐔𝐔 🕷️❌
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"The Knave," Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers. A poised, ruthless diplomat. To the children of the House of the Hearth, she is their feared yet dependable "Father."
art by stasyanart on twitter
A strict and disciplined student that many came to fear and respect, always efficient and poised to be around carrying an aura of power and discipline and whoever came across them would immediately act their best to try not to anger them.
Arlecchino!Yuu’s presence at Night Raven College shakes the school to its core. They are a cold, disciplined, and utterly unyielding force that commands respect through action, not words.
Unlike the other students, they do not waste time with games, social posturing, or vanity. Their focus is efficiency, control, and ensuring survival. Many find them terrifying, but no one can deny their competence and leadership.
Arlechinno!yuu is reserved, speaks with precision, and rarely wastes words. They don’t sugarcoat anything and expect others to handle criticism like adults. And if they cant handle the truth then they are immature
Whether it’s strategy, combat, or negotiation, Arlechinno Yuu is always ten steps ahead. Azul tries to outwit them? He fails. Leona challenges them? He has to actually put in effort.
Despite their strictness, they look out for those they deem worthy. They’d never say it outright, but Grim, Ace, Deuce, and others are under their watch.
Food, money, magic, effort—everything has value. NRC’s extravagant spending annoys them. They personally cook their own meals when they think the cafeteria food is too indulgent.
Will personally teach the first year's combat, to make sure they are able to protect themselves. Their training actually boosts the strength of them.
Many students would say to avoid staring straight into their eyes because you are gonna regret what your gonna see as if your staring back towards the abyss themselves.
Despite being cold and seemingly heartless, arlechinno!yuu cares and deeply hold closely towards who they see as family like grim.
Vil admirers arlechinno!yuu as well have you seen those shoes, vil sees him as an equal as them due to how both of them carry themselves but for arlechinno!yuu they don't look down at him but seeing his ambition towards beauty is simply wasteful why focus on looks when you could focus on efficiency.
Vil once tried to recruit arlechinno!yuu towards modeling but was rejected they said they hold no interest on being on stage they prefer being in the audience watching from afar.
Sees Riddle as too rigid and blindly obedient. Would have respected his intelligence if he weren’t so trapped by his own upbringing.
They detest liars and cowards like Crowley, who put themselves in a big position but in truth they are cowards always putting work on someone else rather than owning up towards his responsibilities.
During the opening ceremony they nearly killed Crowley, they woke up a burst out of the coffin with scythe in hand ready to decapitate him, and when riddle was interrupting them explaining how they disrupted the ceremony, arlechinno!yuu immediately look at him. The eye and he immediately shut up due to his guise having some similarities towards his mother.
During an over blot immediately cut down the monster in a single slash with ease as if it was nothing compared towards them.
Many students are curious about black markings on their arms but they usually told them it's better for them to not know how and where they got these markings.
They won't coddle grim or the first year but whoever tried to lay a hand on them would immediately regret their decision for laying hands on their family. Have a soft spot for ortho wondering why there's a child in nrc even tho it's for young adults.
Not to mention them being top students toppling over Azul and riddle in grades no matter how much they get arlechinno!yuu will always be ahead against them. Many faculty respect them as in professor trein who has been a long time meeting a student as strict as arlechinno!yuu.
They don't care for status or power they see other as equals like malleus only seeing him as a person not as a prince or a god. Both of them would discuss politics and professional matters. Lilia and arlechinno!yuu would have a little disagreement on how to raise a child tho. While Lilia took a laid back approach arlechinno!yuu take a strict approach, they see silver needing more discipline as well as sebek which lilia disagree saying he's perfect the way he is.
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angelfishe · 4 months ago
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>> 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄
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>> Genshin woman x female reader
<< character : navia, clorinde, arlechinno, ningguang, beidou, jean, Lisa, Raiden, yae Miko >>
"When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife And when you think about me all of those years ago, You're standing face to face with "I told you So"
A personal request from my bestfriend, sorry dudes this is not for you.
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Navia She shouldn't have stopped you, she shouldn't just ask you to run away with her but now you're marrying the ludex, her heart can't bear it anymore look at you beautiful at the altar but it's not for her , she desperately wants to take your hand and take you away from here but now it's to late. After the wedding she left and went towards home and cried her heart out, she feels more betrayed because it's ludex neuvillete your marrying, her wedding gift was a pair of earrings earrings with a note saying I love you.
Clorinde your marrying someone, she knows acting as if there's nothing going on between you when there's clearly that both of you have affection for each other, she knows she shouldn't haven't distanced herself from you. SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE CONFESS HER FEELINGS MUCH QUICKER. but now your out of reach and now she has to admire you from afar , you were soon found dead and your husband was put on trial and wanting a duel, how shameless this man killed the love of her life and now he will died in the hands of her blade.
Arlechinno ever since in the beginning you would always try to be with her but she always prioritized clervie above all she simply put her above you. Before she takes the position as the head of the house of hearth as well as assassinating "mother", you were arranged to marry someone and that's the last time she saw you. But now her eyes lay upon your newly born baby. You were found dead killed by your husband and now he's on the watch list of the fatui. And now she has to raise your child whose livelihood reminded her of you.
Ningguang you know that she loves you with all her heart but she always prioritized her work above you, as well keeping your relationship professional on the outside. And always acting as if nothing ever happened between the two of you, unfortunately now you both stand on opposing sides becoming one of the harbingers was a personal back stab towards her back and now she stands on top of the jade chamber without you. And now everything is cold.
Beidou during one of the expeditions with the crux and a sea monster attacked the ship leaving many members on the ocean of course she jumped in and saved her crew mates, she saved a girl who she knew had been infatuated with her but her heart belongs to you but she still a crew members so of course she has to save you. When she got up she realized you weren't on the ship and she realized you were also thrown off the ship. She went back towards the ocean and saw your body falling deeper towards the ocean she tried to reach your hand but you were out of reach.
Jean she knows it's your choice to marry diluc but sometimes she would try to convince you to not marry him but you never seem to shrug her words away. Until during the wedding an ambush breaks out by the abyss and manages to land an instant death shot on you, diluc was holding your body shaking you as well tears coming out of his tears she rush towards you as well, and both of them seeing the love of their lives pass away.
Lisa you and her were akademiya students in the past, many people believe that your relationship was platonic but it was much more than that. You and her would sneak away and spend the night together watching the stars together. Lisa wishes to forever preserve this memory together but unfortunately your unwilling to let go of your life as a scholar broke her heart and that's how both of you part ways and when she's working she would day dream what life would be like if you chose her.
Raiden, one of the reasons why she pursued eternity was because of you, as one of the most powerful yōkai during the past you and her would spend time together with you,her, kitsune saiguu and the others everything was perfect back then, she wished the picture could freeze forever until the catlacisym arise and her sister decide to took her stead and she went to khanrieah to save her, when she came back she heard you were devour by the abyss trying to protect it with kitsune saiguu and sometimes she wonder what happened if she didn't go.
Yae Miko you guys were childhood friends until you lost your way during the cataclysm, after a centuries she may look like she has moved on but under that facade is a deep yearning for your present, when she received about a powerful spirit haunting an area near a Sakura tree the one you and her spend time together, the spirit was you and during that time you and yae Miko giving each other closure and when it's time you fade away and lay peacefully your last words were I love you. And that's enough to put peace on her mind
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cyclic-abelian · 11 months ago
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Working on a new animation!!
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urmomspersonalwhore · 1 year ago
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imagine calling Arlecchino daddy instead of fatheri badly want her fingers inside me
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You were cleaning the Knave’s office, dusting the shelves.
They were so ridiculously tall, partially to match the Fourth Harbinger. You didn’t complain much about it, even though it was a nuisance because well…you liked the way things had to change in order to accommodate her height. It was sort of attractive. She wasn’t “giant” tall but compared to you, yea. You were about to clean the bookcase until the door knob turned and opened to reveal the handsome woman.
Her eyes narrowed at your presence and walked inside her room, sitting down on a luxurious chair.
She parted her lips, sitting in silence before finally saying something whilst staring at the piles of documents.
“I require you to retrieve a letter from Columbina, Mrs. Moreau has it.”
You turned to face her, maintaining eye contact as she spoke. It was quiet, seeming to be in your little headspace. You couldn’t lie about how attractive your boss was, she was so irresistible. The thought of her on top of you pounding into your wet hole having to scream her rightful name, “Daddy”. You shook your head, bringing yourself back into reality, and nodded,
“Right away, daddy.”
You were meant to say father, but the little Drabble in your mind thought differently. Red took place on your face, the embarrassment running through your veins as the knave’s eyes widened in surprise and shock at the name.
She perked an eyebrow at the name
“Oh?”
Arlecchino stood from her chair, a small smirk so faint you would have to squint in order to notice it.
This is it, you thought.
This is the end of your life.
You stepped back, but she kept walking forward which ended in you being pressed against the bookshelves with her body on top of yours.
A gasp left your throat as you looked up at your boss, she raised a hand to hold your waist before speaking with a raspy tone,
“Such a naughty thing, in need of a punishment.”
You whined, a blush crawling from your throat to your cheek. She smirked, leaning in to tease your skin with her cold breaty before licking a spot on your neck until she bit it which caused you to yelp.
She licked the spot again to soothe pain while teasingly rubbing your thighs with her slim fingers.
A hand slipped under your waistband of your underwear, feeling your wetness making her smile.
“Wet already?”
She teased, adoring your flushed expressions.
You whimper as she slowly rubbed your clit, the stimulation barely there.
The Knave chuckled at your neediness and pulled you off the bookshelf, guiding you to her desk. She tugged your uniform, pulling the dress off.
Her hands went to hold your thighs, pulling them apart.
She maintained eye contact with you, slowly sitting down on the floor to meet your clothed pussy. Arlecchino practically ripped it off of you, staring at your now dripping cunt making her smirk.
“Barely even touched you, and you’re already soaking wet.” She growled, making you ache for her more.
Her fingers toyed with your clit, her breathe being felt from how close she was.
After a bit of her teasing, she finally licked a stride up your slit, giving kitty licks. You whined, wanting more after all this barely gave you anything.
She laughed, the vibrations stimulating you further, forcing a moan from your mouth.
The Knave finally sucked on your sensitive bud, her hand moving near her mouth. Then, slim fingers entered your tight walls. She started off on a rough pace, not slowing down a single bit as she continued to eat you out.
Her tongue swirling around and sucking on your clit, fingers pounding into you.
It was so much, your legs wrapping around her head while your spine arched. She could tell you were close and became faster in movements.
Once you came, she instantly went to clean you up. Not wasting a single drop, humming at your taste.
After licking your cum, she got up. Staring at you a bit before kissing you, making you taste yourself.
She pulled away, your bottom lip in between her teeth.
“Maybe I’ll move you to be my personal maid, hm?”
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knvarlet · 11 months ago
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"not guilty 😇🪽" "SIN"
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spellbound037 · 11 months ago
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Of course you have white hair and pronouns (and probably trauma)
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navlika · 7 months ago
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"Sunny Days on Mermonia Street", Part 6 (all parts). All the latest updates can be found in my telegram channel: https://t.me/navlika (including notes, special comments and sharing a process of making this)
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turt1eb0i · 1 year ago
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This was funnier in my head
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mlight-studios · 10 months ago
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Still working my butt off on these pin designs! I think they are turning out pretty cute <3
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sparkknightella · 1 year ago
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Why Pyro Visions are given: A Theory
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littletheria · 11 months ago
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tyriq-edits · 5 months ago
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Hi um could you please do an arlefuri or cleruere wallpaper?
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Hey haven’t done a webcore edit in quite a while and I thought Furina surrounded by windows of Arlecchino would look dope and make for some nice blue/red contrast
However dear anon if you dislike this edit please let me know and just message me and i’ll make a new one
Resolution: 1242 x 2688
Created: 20th November 2024
Posted: 20th November 2024
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ajoyee · 11 months ago
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asoulsreverie · 1 year ago
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I HAVE A THEORY.
We see none of the other children in/after this scene. What if it's like a rite of passage? The next 'King' being decided may be a duel/war to the death, after which only the one standing behind comes the so called 'king'
So now, Clervie being 'kind hearted' was obviously seen as a weakness, thus all the others target her FIRST. but Peruere protects her, until all the others are dead. That's why clervie barely has any wounds, but Peruere is covered in Blood
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Which mean they were the last two standing. And since there could be only one person standing, and we don't know what 'Mother' would do if they 'ceremony' isn't completed, (we saw syringes so maybe they'd be tortured) One of them had to die
Clervie knowing Peruere would never hurt her, sacrifices herself, by walking into Peruere's sword, and hugging her, so they can be close even in her death.
AND NO I'M NOT OKAY BUT I SHALL PROCEED
So the 'pruning' of the plant was not only Clervie (while it was mostly directed to her), but all the other supposedly 'weak' children of the House, until only one survived
I NEED FANFIC WRITERS TO NOTE THIS PLS I NEED THIS WRITTEN MORE COHERENTLY
Also I originally posted this on X
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urmomspersonalwhore · 1 year ago
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what if youre supposed to take care of the children in the orphanage while arlecchino is gone, but you teach the children some curse words for fun.
then arlecchino came back, talking with the kids for a while but one of them said a curse word to her, not knowing what it means (you told the kids that its a friendly word🤭), then she becomes absolutely pissed off, bringing you into her bedroom then absolutely ruins you while turning you into a mess. :)
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You were bored, doing your routine and taking care of the children.
There wasn’t anything new like always so you had decided it’d be funny to teach them to cuss.
When Arlecchino had come back home from a meeting, one of the kids came rushing to greet her and accidentally tripped on one of the steps of the stair which caused them to yell out, “Shit!”
The Knave’s eyes widened at the foul language and immediately looked at you with narrowed eyes.
You couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable use of the curse word, fueling her with more anger.
She huffed, telling the kids to no longer use those words.
As soon as you two put the children to sleep, she slammed the door behind her and locked it.
“What were you thinking teaching them such foul words?” Arlecchino complained, before walking towards you. With each step she took, you went back until you made a squeal as you fell onto the bed.
She crawled onto the bed until she was on top of you, her intimidating presence hovering over you.
You couldn’t deny how excited it made you to be in such a position with her.
She slipped her hand under the waistband of your [Pants/Skirt] and pushed your underwear aside to feel how wet you were for her.
“Such a naughty thing, have to clean that mouth of yours,” she grunted, removing her pants to reveal the strap she had on.
You were the main purpose on why she even carried the faux cock every time she went out.
It still amazed you how big it was, you don't know how she even managed it to fit inside of you.
She smirked at your awed expression, lifting your head to meet her eyes.
“On your knees.”
You got off the bed and dropped down onto the floor awaiting another command.
She smiled at your obedience and held your chin to position your head higher.
Her other hand gripped the toy and placed it on your lips.
“Suck.”
You parted your mouth, licking strides on the dildo to make it easier to take in.
Then, place the tip inside and slowly let it slip inside your mouth before your lips touched the base.
You bobbed your head up and down, her hands went to grab your hair to force you at a rough pace.
The sound of wet slurps was made by you and even some choking, the brutal behavior of your Lord made it hard to breathe.
You could feel tears prick at your waterline, threatening to fall.
She continued with her merciless actions before deciding it was enough.
“Get up” her voice a bit scruffed as she ordered you.
You obliged, only to be thrown over the bed, ass presented for the harbinger.
She spread your cheeks before positioning her dildo between your wet folds and started with an abusive pace.
Her arm wrapped around your neck, the other snaking around your stomach as she pistoned in and out of you.
The sounds of skin slapping against each other replaced the noise of slurping.
Now your tears finally fell from your face, making your nose and eyes red.
She continued to plunge her cock in you and groaned at the feel of the base lightly grinding her cunt.
Arlecchino became harsher to chase her release, ignoring your pleas as you had already cum without her notice.
She was so deep in the feel of cum that she didn't care about your remarks and the stain you had left on her thighs.
Juices dripping down of her and your legs.
It felt like hours before she collapsed onto you, pushing deeper into you with an animalistic growl.
The both of you panting heavily, trying to catch a breath especially Arlecchino who had just came.
She laid down next to you before mumbling,
“I’ll clean you up later..”
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