You'll change your name or change your mind And leave this fucked up place behind inspo ↓

Arlecchino adores the maternal side of you. Seeing you tuck her children in bed, read them stories or patch up their wounds makes her cold heart flutter. This also applies to whenever you make her tea, prepare her bath or just worry your pretty little head about her wellbeing.

Furina has come to appreciate whenever you see right through her dramatics and give her a soft yet firm resting bitch face. It's a pleasant reminder that she doesn't have to pretend around you and that she's no Hydro Archon. With you and you alone, she's just Furina.

Fischl can't help but giggle like a lovesick schoolgirl whenever you appear genuinely invested in her ramblings. You nod along eagerly, clap your hands in excitement or just sit there and smile like an idiot. Of course, she's too proud to admit how much your attention means to her.

Lisa loves the expression you make whenever you're looking around for her. Your furrowed eyebrows and focused gaze as you survey the crowd, trying to find her. And when your eyes finally lock with hers from afar, she can't help but bask in the way your eyes widen with delight.

Navia loves seeing you try on her clothes and accessories. It might just fuel the sense of belonging she feels with you. She encourages you to wear shades of gold and frills, while also making sure to nuzzle against you more often, just to make sure that her rose perfume rubs off on you.

Mavuika will never admit it out loud but she adores the way you wrap your arms around her waist. Ever since she took you on your first romantic motorcycle ride, you've developed a habit of latching onto her whenever you experience even the faintest spike in adrenaline.

i will gladly break my heart for you.

arlecchino x f!reader - fluff/romance - words: 1.2k - proofread

summary: another long day of work ahead for arlecchino but she eventually finds herself too exhausted to get ready this particular morning after enduring so much work—lucky for her, her gorgeous wife is more then willing to do her hair and makeup!

note: my first ever fanfic on here,i had so much fun writing this!! sorry if it isnt the best! possibly rushed since i wrote this at 3am 💔

6:00AM.

arlecchino's eyes slowly opened as the sun had begun to rise. she always woke up at this time, a routine drilled into her soul ever since she was crowned her title as the knave. she blinked frantically a couple times to erase the heavy weight on her eyelids to avoid falling back asleep again before turning her head towards the woman sleeping comfortably in her arms: you, her wife. arlecchino couldn't help but remain still for a little longer to admire your features; your long lashes that brushed against the cheeks she kissed, your chest moving up and down with every soft intake of oxygen. gods, she adored you.

minutes went by before she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and moving away to sit up, stretching her strong arms to relieve the tension in her muscles before getting up from the mattress, exhaustion pulling at every fiber of her being yet she prevailed towards her dressing room to dress in her usual attire: everything seemed to go smoothly—if you excuse the few times her accessories nearly slipped out her hands or when she mistook an incorrect piece of clothing as part of her outfit, each fumble increased her frustration as a fontainian/french curse word slipped past her lips after failing to attach the ruffled cuffs to her wrists for the second time.

she was glad you weren't awake to witness this: you would probably be giggling your pretty little head off at the sight of your usually composed and elegant husband struggling to attach the cuffs to her wrists.

much to her dismay when she discovered you did just in fact wake up, greeted by the sight of your groggy smile when she stepped out the dressing room. arlecchino raised an eyebrow as she adjusted her grey jacket before speaking to you in her deep, silky voice.

“is there a reason your awake this early?”

you only chuckled quietly and adjusted the strap of your nightdress that fell off your shoulder.

“i could hear you cursing like a fontaine sailor from here.”

arlecchino only huffed a breath through her nose—almost like a laugh. she walked towards your shared vanity, she wouldn't admit it but she felt a tinge of embarrassment that you heard her frustration but mostly guilt for disturbing your slumber.

“i apologise for waking you up, dearest.”

she sat down on the vanity chair in front of the mirror and let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging as she surrendered to the dragging feeling of exhaustion. you seem to sense her gloomy mood and quietly slipped out the covers to stand behind her—rubbing her shoulders with your tender fingers.

“everything alright, my love?”

your voice was laced with concern for your husband. arlecchino let out a little noise of relief as you soothed the stress out of her bones, she reached to one of your hands and gently interlocked her blackened fingers with yours, her soft lips kissing the back of your hand with her gaze holding everlasting love just for you—the ring on her finger further proves that.

“im fine, ma cœur.” the endearment slipping smoothly from her tongue. “go back to sleep.”

“peruere..” she seemed to pause, you never spoke her real name unless you really wanted her to listen to you. it surprised herself how she underestimated your stubborn nature as you remained behind her before assessing the situation, your husband's energy completely drained from her body. the sight had even surprised you, she definitely had unbelievable stamina for someone who's still human at the end of the day but no matter the willpower, strength or endurance one has—everyone crashes down from everything eventually. you then pulled your hands away delicately to pick up her hairclip.

“why don't you take it easy today, dear? i’ll take care of you.”

a proposal she couldn't resist even if she tried, especially with those kind eyes and that heavenly smile on your lips. if she wasn't boneless with exhaustion, she would've kissed you senseless where you stood.

“hm, if you insist.” arlecchino relaxed deeper into the chair as you gently began to comb out the small tangles in her snowy, white hair. her eyes seemed to close as she sank into your comfort, it's been a while since she was able to indulge in your love. she missed you so very dearly. she promised to herself that once she found the time, she would repay you for every act of kindness you gave her that was enough to get her through this slow, grueling week. once you had finished combing her hair, you gently gathered it together in one hand and clipped the hair piece onto it, hair clasped together in her signature ponytail. you then reached for her mascara and moved to sit on her lap to get closer to her beautiful face.

her hands moved up to grasp on your waist, rubbing soothing circles on your skin as she stared at you like you were some divine angel. (you were.) -the same red X irises that induced fear with a single glance looked so loving whenever she looked at you. you screwed the mascara open and grasped her cheek softly.

“keep still for me, kay?”

you ordered with a lulling tone and she obeyed with her full undivided attention. you gently stroked the wand of the mascara up her lashes, thickening them for her usual defined look before pressing a kiss to the apple of her warm cheek and screwing the mascara closed again. her lips curved up slightly in delight as she watched you reach for her lipstick, opening the lid and twisting the end to push the lipstick open before smiling widely at her.

“pucker up for me, love.”

she breathed out a little amused huff before pursing her lips together as you slid the lipstick over her lips, the graceful red colouring them.

once you were finally done, you released her cheek from your grasp to close the lipstick and place it back on the desk—you were about to move off her lap when her grip tightened on your waist, one hand moving to grasp the back of your head as she pushed your face towards hers and met your lips halfway, staining your lips with the crimson colour. you let out a little gasp before melting into the feather-light kiss, your arms tangling around her back to kiss her deeper before pulling away and laughing at the sight of her smudged lipstick—not even 10 seconds after applying it and she couldn't resist kissing you.

arlecchino smirked at the sight of the faint smudges of red on your lips, she reached up to grasp your chin and stroked her thumb to further spread the smudge.

“it suits you well, beautiful.”

she kissed you one more time on the cheek, leaving a mark of her puckered lips on your face—you playfully raised an eyebrow at her newfound eagerness.

“you seem to be more awake now.”

arlecchino twirled a piece of your hair around her finger she arched her head condescendingly at you.

“you just seem to have that effect on me, ma chèrie.”

you rolled your eyes and then turned to the clock on your elegant bedroom walls, 7:00AM. 30 minutes until she needed to leave for duties.

“tea before you go?”

“of course.”

you gently lifted yourself off her lap so she could finally stand up, you both walked downstairs into the kitchen to prepare your favourite flavours of tea.

as you chat to your husband with the occasional sips of your tea in between conversation, she felt content with you, twisting the wedding ring on her finger. a physical reminder of the love you both held—you always found ways to soothe her cursed heart that always seemed to pick up pace at the mere sight of you—her gorgeous wife.

perhaps she'd let you pamper her more often.

anti-ai graphics: @/ivy-vinezz

dividers: @/cursed-carmine