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2baddiesfanfics · 3 months ago

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Forever and Tomorrow

Pairing: Arlecchino x Furina

Tags: Birthday, Birthday Sex, Marriage Proposal, Singing, Vaginal Fingering, Love Confessions, Liyue (Genshin Impact)

Summary:

Arlecchino has used her connections to secure tickets to an unforgettable opera for Furina's birthday. What she doesn't expect is for the former archon to get called onstage! What will her performance awaken within her?

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“C’mon Arle, we’re going to be late!” Furina called from the sitting room of their suite at the Baiju Guesthouse. She could barely contain her excitement. When the harbinger had told her they’d be spending her birthday in Liyue, she guessed her gift immediately. As a patron and performer, she’d only ever dreamed of getting to attend a live performance by renowned opera star Yun Jin.

“Alright, alright, droplet! Patience! We’ve plenty of time before the show starts, silly girl,” she teased as she walked out of the bedroom. The former archon licked her lips at the sight of her. She was extremely thankful the Heyu Tea House had a reputation for being an intimate venue - had other attendees seen the Knave looking like this, she may have had to split her attention between the performance and fending off romantic contenders.

“I-is that new?”

The woman smirked. “Lyney said it would make me look ‘fire,’ as the children say. I figured that’s a good thing considering I wield the power of pyro. Is it acceptable?”

Furina looked her up and down. Arlecchino wore a crimson cape around her shoulders that popped thanks to her charcoal-colored button-down and tight black slacks.

“You look incredible, love. It makes my choice of attire appear outright dull.”

The harbinger moved toward her swiftly. Grabbing her by the waist, her tall frame towered over her. She brushed the former archon’s snow-white hair behind her ear before leaning down and whispering, “I beg to differ. Were we not already behind schedule, I’d drag you back to bed and we’d never leave.”

Furina’s cheeks burned a deep shade of red, a direct contrast to the shimmering aquamarine low-cut dress that adorned her body. “Oh, stop! There will be plenty of time for that later. Let’s go already! I can’t believe you actually secured these tickets.” She paused and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Wait…you didn’t kill anyone, did you?”

The Knave let out a bark of hearty laughter. “Nonsense! I happen to have connections. The Tianquan is a personal friend. She and I have worked together many a time to raise awareness and mora for orphans all across Teyvat. When I told her I was at a loss for what to get you, she practically threw these all-access passes at me.”

Truth be told, Arlecchino still felt like there was no way she could properly convey how much her girlfriend meant to her. An opera was nowhere near the magnitude she felt was appropriate to celebrate the woman who had changed her life and made her believe she was worthy of being loved.

“Now, let’s be off. We may have reserved seating, but knowing Ningguang, I suspect there may be a few surprises waiting for us as well.”

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Sure enough, the Knave wasn’t wrong. Their table was front and center, a fresh pot of Chenyu Brew already waiting for them. Except for a handful of others likely also invited by the Tianquan, the women were about to be treated to a nearly private show.

Yun Jin took the stage, and Furina’s eyes sparkled in awe. Arlecchino had to force herself to actually watch the performance instead of just staring at her girlfriend for the duration of the event. The excitement that exuded from her provided a great deal of relief to the harbinger - she must have done something right.

After an hour and a half of numbers, the opera star took a bow - but the show was not yet over.

“Thank you, everyone, for your patronage of the arts here in Liyue. I understand we have some very distinguished guests from the Nation of Justice here tonight!”

Furina whipped around to face Arlecchino. The Knave couldn’t help but grin. “Did I not say there’d be a few surprises?” She whispered. “Pay attention.”

“Ah, yes! There you are. Lady Furina, would you please join me on stage?” The former archon stood shakily and proceeded to the front of the tea house. “I so admire your work, and when Lady Ningguang told me you’d be here tonight, I couldn’t help myself. Would you mind singing for me?”

“M-me? Sing f-for you? I couldn’t possibly…”

“Oh, please don’t be modest! I’ve heard recordings, but there’s nothing like experiencing it live.”

Furina looked out into the audience, searching for the one face that would give her confidence. Arlecchino stared back and mouthed, “You can do it.”

Taking a deep breath, the former archon nodded in agreement. Yun Jin squeezed her hands and bid her luck.

The first notes of La Vaguelette played, and suddenly, there was only the singer and her lover. The Knave watched enraptured by the sheer sorrowful beauty the lyrics evoked.

But love alone could be to no avail

Only farewell, I fear, would prevail

Thus are our lives filled with joy and sorrow

I'll be here always, forever and tomorrow

To behold the world's undying beauty

And that shall live on in perpetuity...

In this moment she knew what they shared was more than mere love. She would be damned if she’d ever allow anyone else to take her from her. They’d both experienced joy and sorrow - far more of the later - enough for both their lifetimes. The words “I’ll be here always, forever and tomorrow” struck her to her core; perhaps this wasn’t the only gift in store for either of them tonight.

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“Arle, can you believe it!? The Yun Jin said I have incredible talent!”

After the show, they had spent a fair amount of time chatting with the world-renowned performer about coming to Fontaine to share some of Liyue’s culture at the Opera Epiclese. They exchanged contact information and then headed back to the guesthouse. Furina hadn’t stopped talking since they left.

“Anyone who’d deny it would be an absolute fool, ma chérie. You were exquisite tonight,” she commended before pulling her into a tight embrace. “But…there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Uh-oh. That doesn’t sound like a ‘happy birthday’ to me…”

“No! No, it’s nothing bad, I promise. When you were up there tonight…the way you sang…the words you sang…” Arlecchino loosened her grip and knelt before her.

“Archons…wait…Arle…”

“Furina…I know it’s your birthday, not mine, but I ask you to gift me something. Your heart. Your hand. I’ll be here always, forever and tomorrow. Will you do the same for me?”

“Yes…yes of course!” Furina quickly answered as tears welled in her eyes.

The Knave drew her close, her lips crashing against hers. Pulling away, she stared into the sapphires she now called home. “Then you’ve made me the happiest woman in all of Teyvat.”

Furina chuckled. “Surely you’re exaggerating. All of Teyvat?” Her fingers moved slowly but steadily to unbutton the harbinger’s shirt. “Prove it to me.”

“With pleasure.” Arlecchino hoisted her fiancée into her arms and dashed for the bedroom. Removing her shirt and slipping out of her slacks, she moved to slide Furina out of her dress.

“Wait, wait, wait! Chiori will kill me if we rip this!” The Knave rolled her eyes. That seamstress with an attitude would be the one to prevent her from ripping it off and ravishing her. She was careful to not snag the zipper on the cloth and hung it on the back of the bathroom door.

Diving back into her, Arlecchino kissed down her jaw and trailed to her neck. Her teeth teased the fair skin of her lover, biting down just hard enough to coax a moan out of her. The former archon arched into her girlfriend’s palm and felt her grab her breast.

“A-arle…need more...” she panted. Moving her hand from her chest, she placed it between her legs. The harbinger smirked against her mouth.

“Oh, so demanding,” she said as she collected her slick with a single lithe finger. “And needy.” Wetting her digits, she slowly eased into her. Rubbing her fingertips along her walls in a come-hither motion, she felt her clench around her.

“Fuck…Arle…”

With each moan of her name, Arlecchino sped up her movements. Her thrusts were perfectly paced, as if she were conducting a symphony of pleasure and Furina’s body was the instrument. It wasn’t long before the former archon’s hips started rocking in time, wordlessly racing toward a crescendo.

The Knave’s lips were on her once more, capturing her final scream of ecstasy as their performance reached its finale. Furina looked at her lover, eyes bleary with emotion. This woman was to be hers for the rest of her life.

After spending most of her existence pretending, she was now free to live and love as she pleased. The very thought was enough to make her cry with happiness. Instead, she would channel her emotions into showing the harbinger in her arms what she meant to her.

“Come here,” the former archon whispered to her.

“Darling, I’m already as close to you as I can get,” she chuckled in response.

“No! I mean lay next to me. I want you to feel the same way you make me feel.” Arlecchino rested on her side and faced her.

“Like this?”

“Yes. I want to watch your reactions. You’re so much stronger than me. To see what I do to you makes this feel a bit more even.”

“You’re so silly, droplet. You’re so much stronger than you know. But…I’ll allow it.”

Furina traced the Knave’s sharp features and felt the heat of her lover’s breath on her fingertips. Arlecchino closed her eyes and sighed at how soft her skin felt. Normally so ferocious in business and battle, this was a side she only revealed to her.

She felt the harbinger’s flesh rise against her touch as she slid her hands down her chest. A quiet moan escaped her, and the former archon knew she was on the right track. Kissing her gently, she felt the weight of the other woman’s breasts in her palms, her nipples perking up to meet her.

“Furina…” Arlecchino’s husky voice dripped with growing need.

“Shhh…I promise I won’t draw this out, love. Just relax. You’re safe with me.” The Knave visibly eased into her touch at her words. One hand returned to cup her cheek as their mouths met once more, the other wandering further across her toned abdomen.

When her digits reached their destination, her fiancé gasped slightly at the sensation. Already wet from what she had done to Furina, the former archon had no trouble lubricating her fingers for a smooth entry.

“I never tire of hearing you say my name, Arle…” The Knave’s eyes sought hers, and the weight of her love for her burned as fiercely as the power bestowed upon her by her vision.

“Furina…you are…my everything…” she panted.

“But you know what will sound even more beautiful to me? Hearing you call me your wife,” she continued as she sped up the pace of her finger circling her clit. “Won’t you humor me?”

“Fuck…yes…Furina…my wife…”

“Good girl.” With a final deep kiss, her tongue mimicked her movement below and Arlecchino came forcefully. The former archon held her as she rode out her orgasm, out of breath and body shaking.

“Well. I think that’s enough excitement for one night. Happy Birthday, dearest.”

“The best one I’ve ever had. But Arle?”

The harbinger yawned. “Mmm?”

“You will be getting me a ring, right?”

Her question was met with a sleepy chuckle. “Of course, droplet. Whatever your heart desires, it will be yours.”

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pandulce135 · 1 year ago

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Hey Hey! Just wondering, how would the Rise Turtles (or just Donnie if you're not feeling up to doing all of them) react to catching a S/O singing alone in the kitchen for the first time? Like they're actually really good but maybe they're a bit shy at first about singing in front of someone? I love to sing and have vocal training but I need encouraging.

Note: I low key high key am planning on doing this for all four turtles but Don was first (it’s all a tentative plan tho). I totally get the whole being shy in front of people thing, so I hope this helps and I’m sure you have a powerful voice :)

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.4k

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With his arms up in the air, Donnie stretched his shell as he sat up from his previously hunched over position. When you sit at your desk performing numerous computer tasks for four hours straight, you tend to let your back hunch. He let out a sigh when his back gave a few satisfying pops and lowered his arms to look around.

His eyes scanned his lab. The lights were dim, his EDM music playing through his speakers, and the seat you once occupied empty. You had said something about homework and needed to get an assignment done and that the lab was usually a good environment to work. Donnie gave a smug smile when you said that, “Of course it is, Y/N. It is a state of the art work environment to fully allow one to achieve an 84.6% higher success rate for their goal.” He was boasting and using limited data points, he knew, but your smile when he invited you to work in his lab was enough to push him to that point.

He loved your smile.

You had left at some point after he turned on his thinking music, grabbing your stuff and telling him you’d be in the kitchen, where you’d most likely be able to focus a little better. He would have argued but you were already gone when he had finished the line of code he was working on. How could you not like his preferred thinking music that usually drove him to a higher success rate on big projects? He’d have to fix the statistic.

Donnie closed up his lab quickly, turning off his music, monitors, and lights before exiting the room. The pitter patter of his bare feet against the concrete of the Lair was usually enough to warn you that one of the turtles was nearing you. However, you seemed to be preoccupied. He peaked his head into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island. Your head was bopping to music being played through some over the ear headphones he had made you one birthday.

What could you possibly be listening to that is making you work more efficiently than his proven EDM music? He had done research and studies to show positive affects of working to EDM music (again, on very limited subjects and with very limited data points, but you didn’t need to know that)!

That’s when he heard your voice begin from your spot on the stool with your fingers frozen over your laptop.

“With more faith in God, I would tell you that this was the rapture

And we’ve been left behind

Why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?”

Donatello stood in the doorway of the kitchen dumbfounded. In all your years of knowing each other, you had never once mentioned that you can sing. Were you embarrassed? Were you shy? Why didn’t you want him to know?

These thoughts stayed swarming around Donnie’s head as he stood frozen in the doorway. You probably assumed no one was in the kitchen. The rest of the Hamato brothers were out getting pizza and Splinter was watching his soap opera on the big projector, so it was a very plausible assumption to make, he concluded. His thoughts seemed to stop when you continued to sing the next part of the verse.

“So I’ll give myself a name, something stupid and pretentious

Like Mawce spelled with a C

And I’ll hope all the cool kids who graduated but stayed judgmental will finally accept me.”

Donnie’s eyes were glued to your form, eyes closed, chin tilted slightly upward. With each line, your head moved slightly, adding more emotion for the seemingly invisible audience of your one person show. Your fingers had curled up into fists and your eyebrows furrowed upward. Donnie found it hard to look away from you, so in your element with beautiful vocals.

“And I might be flying home today, but I’m not going home

’Cuz everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong.

And I’m desperate to the point of flying straight into the over drinking nights that leave you feeling torn.

And I’m leaving,

I’m leaving for New York.”

He admired your inflections, the way your voice would grow then shrink in on itself to tell a story. He took note of the vibrato that made your voice almost sound like it was shaking. Your voice was so strong and so passionate. Why didn’t you sing more often? So many questions with no answers yet.

The words left Donnie’s mouth before he even had the chance to stop them. “It seems pretty redundant to leave for New York when you already live in New York.” He crossed his arms to lean against the doorway, an uninterested look in his eye. He couldn’t let go of his bad boy persona now.

You let out a small scream that made him flinch as you whipped your head around to face him. In the rush, you pulled down the bulky headphones so they rested on your neck. Heat rushed to your cheeks as soon as you heard his voice out of embarrassment. With wide eyes, you simply stared at him, mouth agape in horror as you realized what he heard. Maybe he wasn’t there for all of it? You began to move your mouth to ask when he spoke up again.

With his arms still crossed, he moved himself nonchalantly to make his lean against the doorframe more comfortable. “And before you ask, since ‘With more faith in God,’” he answered your nonverbal question so calmly it almost made you combust on the spot.

“So pretty much the whole time, huh?” Your voice came out in a squeak a few octaves higher than normal. Your eyes were still the size of saucers. You probably looked like a dear in headlights.

“Yeah,” he answered, plain and simple.

You turned back to your computer, hands still in fists from embarrassment. Through your headphones, you were still able to hear the muffled guitar and voice. You felt hot and tense, and you knew you looked on edge, too. But when Donnie placed a hand on your shoulder, you relaxed slightly.

“I think you sound nice,” he peaked over your shoulder to look at what you were working on. You had already submitted the assignment twelve minutes ago. He’s going to have to fix that statistic.

You dropped your head down into your hands. “Oh my gosh…” Your embarrassment showed through your voice.

“You do!” Donnie’s hand slid across your shoulder to your upper back to try and calm you down. “The crescendos, the vibrato. Oh! Your tone! Why didn’t tell us you sing?”

You lifted your head up from your hands to look at Donnie, a mixture of shock and confusion on your features. “Since when did you know so much about music?”

“Ah, ah, ah, dearest, Y/N. I’m the one asking the questions here.” Donnie immediately shot you down with a pointed finger. You frowned at him with a furrowed brow.

You sighed loudly, pulling away from Donnie’s touch. “I don’t know. I’m just- I don’t know it’s embarrassing? I’m.. a nervous wreck when it comes to singing in front of people? It’s terrifying, people judge.” You let it all out in a word vomit. Your whole body felt warm and tingly from your sudden sharing of feelings. Donnie’s eyes widened slightly obviously taken aback from your vulnerability. You turned your head back to your laptop screen and threw your head in your hands again.

To the side, Donnie stood tall and eyed your cowering form. “Well, based off of my observations, I can say that, without a doubt, you have a wonderful voice and your technique is near perfect.” You let out a soft sigh as you felt his lips against the side of your head to plant a kiss. “No need to be embarrassed, my love. How about we get some pizza?” He smiled warmly down at you as you turned to face him again.

His eyes, which were usually full of disdain for his brothers, were now full of love for you. You felt a smile break through and grow across your face. The smile he loved so much.

“Sure.” You nodded as you closed your laptop and stood up from the stool. Before you began packing your items, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, earning you a small gasp from the tall terrapin. “I love ya, Don,” you said as you shoved all of your loose items into your bag.

He chuckled as he watched you grab your stuff and face him. “How could you not-“ He was cut off by you elbowing his side. “I mean, I love you, too,” he chuckled out.

“I know.”

“Good.”With his arms up in the air, Donnie stretched his shell as he sat up from his previously hunched over position. When you sit at your desk performing numerous computer tasks for four hours straight, you tend to let your back hunch. He let out a sigh when his back gave a few satisfying pops and lowered his arms to look around.

He loved your smile.

That’s when he heard your voice begin from your spot on the stool with your fingers frozen over your laptop.

“With more faith in God, I would tell you that this was the rapture

And we’ve been left behind

Why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?”

“So I’ll give myself a name, something stupid and pretentious

Like Mawce spelled with a C

And I’ll hope all the cool kids who graduated but stayed judgmental will finally accept me.”

“And I might be flying home today, but I’m not going home

’Cuz everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong.

And I’m desperate to the point of flying straight into the over drinking nights that leave you feeling torn.

And I’m leaving,

I’m leaving for New York.”

“So pretty much the whole time, huh?” Your voice came out in a squeak a few octaves higher than normal. Your eyes were still the size of saucers. You probably looked like a dear in headlights.

“Yeah,” he answered, plain and simple.

You dropped your head down into your hands. “Oh my gosh…” Your embarrassment showed through your voice.

“You do!” Donnie’s hand slid across your shoulder to your upper back to try and calm you down. “The crescendos, the vibrato. Oh! Your tone! Why didn’t tell us you sing?”

You lifted your head up from your hands to look at Donnie, a mixture of shock and confusion on your features. “Since when did you know so much about music?”

“Ah, ah, ah, dearest, Y/N. I’m the one asking the questions here.” Donnie immediately shot you down with a pointed finger. You frowned at him with a furrowed brow.

His eyes, which were usually full of disdain for his brothers, were now full of love for you. You felt a smile break through and grow across your face. The smile he loved so much.

He chuckled as he watched you grab your stuff and face him. “How could you not-“ He was cut off by you elbowing his side. “I mean, I love you, too,” he chuckled out.

“I know.”

“Good.”

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spirngakawening · 9 months ago

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My neural pathways be like

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#falsettos #bapo #jason todd #jason grace #hoo #haikyuu

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aaaaaa-musical-trash · 8 months ago

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i thought it was time for a new intro post!

(UPDATE I MADE A CARRD IT IS VERY PRETTY https://thesquips0ng.carrd.co/#)

hi, i’m allie

very very multifandom

feel free to tag me in reblog games/include me in ask games! i love those

DISCLAIMER: if you send me asks related to fundraising, i will not be able to donate to your cause, regardless of what it is and i won’t put it on my blog unless you are vetted, as i can’t be sure of validity

i have two sideblogs, @musical-spam and @songs-summarised

personal tags i use:

art: #aaaaaart

writing: #wriiiiiting

fic recs: #allie’s fic recssssss

asks: #allie answers askssssss

book posting: #allie reaaaaaads

game posting: #allie plays gaaaaaames

non-fandom stuff: #allie is taaaaaalking

my interests change a lot but some things i’ll be eternally into are:

-musicals!

my musical obsessions are the fastest to come and go, but probably expect falsettos, be more chill, 35mm and a lot of others

along with the musical theatre obsession comes the mandatory 20+ hour playlist so here it is

-animated shows!

i love love love the owl house and dead end paranormal park!! also helluva boss and hazbin hotel, but more helluva than hazbin

-tv shows!

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES

that’s it

-other things!

a rotating cast of video games, i don’t post about them much though

trying to get into fiction podcasts probably expect a bit of that, but DEFINITELY the penumbra podcast i love that shit

an occasional enjoyer of webtoons

other other things i love are PJO, HOO and TOA, greek mythology, books in general, ancient history and geology

and i write sometimes! i’m gonna put the links to my fics here now

the violet hour roleswap AU:

the penumbra podcast roleswap au:

edit: oh oh oh i just remembered to do this

so if you’ve seen @sondheim-girly’s intro post you can see that they have a list of their musicals

well i also have that but i never showed you guys so now here it is! this is basically a list of musicals i may make posts about, i will forget to update it

(in order of when i finished it)

The Greatest Showman

Hamilton

Beetlejuice

Into the Woods

Six

Legally Blonde

Imaginary

Be More Chill

Mean Girls

Dear Evan Hansen

Les Miserables

Heathers

The Lightning Thief: The Musical

Ride The Cyclone

Hadestown

Falsettos

Some Like It Hot

Little Shop of Horrors

Come From Away

Avenue Q

Charlie And The Chocolate Factory

Something Rotten!

We Are The Tigers

The Prom

Spring Awakening

35MM: A Musical Exhibition

A New Brain

Moulin Rouge!

Newsies

The Violet Hour

Sweeney Todd

Company

The Last Five Years

A Killer Party

Carrie

Waitress

A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder

Merrily We Roll Along

Goosebumps

Book of Mormon

& Juliet

The Sound of Music

School of Rock

In The Light

Hedwig And The Angry Inch

The Great Gatsby

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

A Chorus Line

A Commercial Jingle For Regina Comet

Anything Goes

The Phantom of the Opera

In the Heights

Bare: A Pop Opera

Mamma Mia!

Spamalot

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