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aetherdoesthings · 9 hours

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would you like a new home? (pt. 3.2)

forethoughts: i maxxed out arlecchino to lvl 90 🤩. rip all my fragile resins.

notes: gn!child!reader, NOT AN X READER READER IS A CHILD IN THIS!!!

Arlecchino was working when the caretaker had entered her office. She suppressed her disdain and annoyance as she asked the caretaker what was so important her work time had to be disrupted.

Arlecchino immediately stood up and stormed towards the caretaker when she heard your name.

“Y/N had gotten in a fight with another child? Two children?” Arlecchino pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowed. The caretaker elaborated more, handing her two distinct blades, one stained with blood.

“We have them in their room right now. The other two is in the infirmary. How would a child get their hands on such dangerous objects?” The caretaker commented, as Arlecchino took both blades, clutching both helms with one hand.

“I will deal with this.” Arlecchino walked out of her office, marching towards the infirmary. After all, you could use some more time to reflect before you would meet her.

You sat on your bed, knees to your chest and head on your knees as you stared at the wall. Father’s broken compass was next to you, the needle finally taking a rest. You could imagine the children outside gossiping and decreasing your odds of ever making friends in this hellhole of an orphanage. How you had injured the most popular kid.

Father made sure you knew not to care about what the others said about you. And you didn’t at all.

Father.

How was Father taking in the information?

Surely Father was already informed about the fight.

Your heart sank a little when you tried to imagine how Father was feeling. The betrayal. The hurt. The shock that you had used your new toys Father had only taught you on one of your ‘kin’. Perhaps the boy was right. In the end of the day Father might as well revoke everything she had given you. Including this room.

The sound of the doorknob twisting open shattered your confidence and determination you had about the fight, the sounds of Father’s heel clicking against the marble ground sending spiders down your spine. You felt a dip in the mattress being created, as Father sat down next to you, mere inches away. Father sat there, observing your hunched figure with a stoic expression in the deafening silence. You heard her pick up her broken compass-the gift she had given you to take care of. And it was completely shattered.

“...I’m sorry.” You murmured, breaking the silent barrier. “I tried to stop them from breaking it.”

Father let out a chuckle. “Anything that can break will break. Some can be fixed, some cannot.”

You felt Father’s eyes pierce your skull, causing your gaze to fall even lower. To your surprise, a hand was placed on your head, combing through your hair. You were shuffled closer to Father’s body, until your shoulder touched hers. “How are you feeling, dear? Are you alright?”

Father was… comforting you?

Your shoulders relaxed a little, but they were still stiff.

“I-I’m… okay.”

“Did they hurt you in any way?” You bit your lips, the conversation one of the orphans had with you while their foot was on your head was still fresh in your mind.

“Yes…” You mumbled, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve.

Father noticed-of course she did-, and placed her hand in yours, rubbing small circles on your palm.

“How so?”

You looked down. “...They started it.”

“Okay.” Father said calmly. “How so? And do look at me when you do.”

You reluctantly lifted your head, meeting Father’ surprisingly warm and calm gaze. “I was admiring the compass you had given me. And then one of them tripped me and took the compass and started playing with it. The other one shoved me and placed his feet on my head and pressed it down.”

You swore you saw Father’s eye twitch at your last sentence.

“The one pressing my head against the ground told me I had to ask you to have a smaller room, no dessert, last in line and an earlier curfew than the other orphans.” You spat each word out with poison. “They threatened to break Father’s compass if I did not do what they said. He shoved me first and attacked me. Father said if I was attacked first I could use my toys. So I did. I tried talking to them first but they wouldn’t listen. I did what Father said to do before I used my toys.”

Father remained silent, as her hand brushed over the area the boy had stepped on your head. “Does your head hurt now?”

“A-A little… b-but it's nothing…”

Father ignored your comment, as she lifted your body so you were on her lap. She examined the area the boy stepped on. Placing a single finger on the area was enough to make you shiver, the corners of your eyes burn and tears threatening to fall.

“My poor child…” Father sighed, wrapping her arms around your frail body.

Now your tears were really threatening to fall. “I-I’m sorry for using my new toys on the other orphans… I’m sorry for disobeying Father’s rule… I promise it won’t happen again. F-Father can take away my room a-and move me back to that room w-with the other orphans, put me last in line for food and give me an earlier curfew. I’ll take it without complaint. I d-deserve it for disappointing Father.”

“Nonsense, my child.” Father placed her fingers on your chin, forcing you to look her in the eyes. She moved her hand to your cheek, wiping your tears away with a gentle wipe of her thumb. “None of those things will happen. I will not punish you for acting in self defense. I am not disappointed in you for trying to defend yourself.”

“B-But-”

“No buts. What happened has happened. You are hurt; they are hurt. Adding more pain and suffering to one side of the scale will not make it balanced nor just.” Father’s lips turned into a thin smile, as she let out a sigh. “Come. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed, okay? It has been a long day for you.”

Father lifted you up in her arms, cradling you as she carried you to what you could only assume to be her private bathroom, seeing she had walked past the showering hall.

“Father…?” You hesitantly asked.

“Yes, my dear?”

“...Why did you give me all those perks? A new room, first in line, no curfew?”

Father let out a sigh. “Even looking back I do not understand why I had the urge to do all those for you. I suppose it was because I was concerned and worried about you, my child. I could not bear to watch you sit alone and always get the last pick for everything. I could not bear to sit in the sidelines and watch you try and hold your tears back as you watched dust move across the ground. I could not bear to watch the other children treat you like filth when you were the kindness out of all. I believed that giving you some perks would help make your stay more… comfortable.”

Father paused. “Has it… made your stay more comfortable?”

You looked at the ground, your head resting on Father’s shoulder. “A little…”

Father let out a chuckle. “Better than none.”

Father carried you to her private bathroom, setting you down in the tub as she lathered soap across your back and body, washing your hair. Her touch was delicate and gentle, never lingering in one spot for too long or applying a large amount of pressure. Father dried you with one of her towels, dressing you in silk pajamas before carrying you back to your room. You found it hard to believe. You had injured two of Father’s children, and yet while they were in the infirmary, legs immobilized, you were wearing silk pajamas, being washed by Father, and coddled all along the way.

As Father laid you down in bed, brushing your hair one last time and planting a kiss on your forehead, you couldn’t help but ask.

“Why does Father treat me so well? Father w-wouldn’t do any of this for the others, would she?” You blurted out.

Father chuckled at your question, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards. “Perhaps it is true I treat you much differently and better than the rest. Perhaps I do have a sense of favoritism towards you. Perhaps it is because I see a part of me in you. No matter. Soon, my dear child, all of this will be over. I will deal with this. Do not worry about the other two children. Get some rest, my child, and all will be well. I will be coming back shortly to deliver you dinner.”

Father walked away, turning off the lights in your room as she shut the door. You laid there on your bed, her words echoing in your head. Father saw herself in you? Your little mind didn’t know how to think about that.

But all you knew was that Father cared for you.

Father loved you.

Father was not mad.

Father said everything will be better.

So everything will be better.

#genshin impact #arlecchino #arlecchino genshin #arlecchino x reader #aetherwrites #child

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aetherdoesthings · 2 days

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I cannot tell you how loud I cackled when the card was revealed. One moment I was cooing at how cute this was and then I start straight up laughing at 2AM. The atrocious spelling of a child 🤣, i loved all of it! I'm wondering if the other kids notice Father's favoritism towards the reader, and how they would react? What if they bully Reader and Father steps up for Reader? 🤭 I love your characterization of Father in here. Much softer than canon which is what I needed.

~EL anon

would you like a new home? (pt 3.1)

forethoughts: thanks for the compliments about part two! i didn't expect my silly love letter to arlecchino to blow up haha. i originally was going to write this as just one big part but i changed plans. part two is called would you like some cake! i also planned for part two to be the last one but i had to sneak one in to give reader and father a happy ending of sorts :)

notes: gn!child!reader, NOT AN X READER READER IS A CHILD IN THIS!!!

You never cared about what the other children thought of you.

Father made sure you would never get hurt.

Father ensured that the very day she gave you your new toys.

Father said not to use the toys, only if I was being attacked then I could use them.

Father said not to show the other children your toys.

And you always listened to Father to the best of your abilities.

Well, you tried.

You were walking down the hall, admiring the small trinket Father had found you during one of her expeditions. It was a compass, Father said. You followed the red needle, a huge smile at your face as you watched it shift and move.

You held the compass dear to your chest, using two hands to hold each side. Your eyes were glued to the needle you didn’t even notice the leg that swept your shins, causing your grip on the compass to disappear as your body went sideways, landing on your arms.

Footsteps.

You got up before you could hear another thud, turning around. “Hey!” You exclaimed as one of the other orphans picked up Father’s gift, admiring it themselves.

“What? We were just interested in what you were holding, Y/N.” One of the other orphans snickered.

“Give it back.” You said, balling your fists. That was Father’s gift to you. Yours. Not theirs.

“Why? You have more gifts than us given by Father. Not having one more isn’t going to kill you, loser.”

Don’t attack. Don’t be quick to anger. Always seek out a compromise before arming yourself. Father’s words rang in your head.

You took a deep breath, blood boiling at the sight of the other orphan haphazardly tossing the compass around.

“What do you want?” You questioned, feet still spread apart.

“Don’t you get it, you stupid idiot? We want what you have.”

“You’ve never wanted anything from me.”

“Because you didn’t have anything we wanted.”

“What do you want now?”

“We want Father.”’

Your knuckles started to turn red as your hands fell to your sides. “What?”

“Don’t act like we don’t see how Father treats you. Always first to get food. Extra dessert. No curfew. Bigger room? Who do you think you are? You’re a nobody! You don’t even have friends! Why does Father treat you better than everyone else?!” The orphan shoved you back on the ground, pressing his foot against your head. You stared at the orphan. You couldn’t deny that his words did not hold truth to them. Father did ensure all of that. You never questioned why Father would show you more generosity and kindness compared to the other children. Yes, Father treated everyone equally. That was obvious before you went inside the armory that day. Father still treated everyone equally even after that. You just had… perks.

“I didn’t ask to have a bigger room and no curfew.” You retorted, trying to resist.

“But you have it. And we want that too. So go to Father and tell her you want a smaller room, last in line, no dessert, and an earlier curfew.”

“That’s not fair. I’m not going to do that.” “If you don’t do that, we’ll break the compass. And don't think about lying and saying you did it. We'll know.” The orphan dangled the compass with two fingers, close to the rim.

“Hey!” You gritted your teeth, hand slowly creeping towards the knife strapped onto your belt.

“Three…” The orphan sneered, digging his boot deeper into your hair, pressing your head into the ground.

“Two…” Your hand curled around the helm.

“One…”

Forgive me, Father.

#genshin impact #arlecchino #arlecchino genshin #arlecchino x reader #child #aetherwrites

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aetherdoesthings · 3 days

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omg omg aether aether aether did you do arlecchino's story quest yet???? straight up sobbing 😭😭😭 head in hands, kicking and screaming I was up at 3am watching ppl livestream her quest (i don't have the storage for genshin ;-;) and my godddd can i fall in love with arlecchino even more? she's so father daddy

(also her boss form was so hot, lord I've never been more gay at 3am, and she was such a bad ass mfer the entire quest I love her, my girl husband <333) ~EL anon

uhhhhh i'm doing the fontaine archon quest rn lol so i haven't unlocked her story quest yet

however i will be doing it the moment i finish the archon quest

#aetherrambles

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aetherdoesthings · 4 days

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Father has come home.

but her weapon hasn't 😭

#arlecchino #genshin impact #aetherrambles #not gonna be uploading some fics/hcs because grinding father to 90 🤩

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aetherdoesthings · 5 days

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would you like some cake? (pt 2)

forethoughts: if you want to read part one it's would you like some new toys :D. i'm literally going to go home in a few hours and pull for arlecchino i'm so excited so happy so on adrenaline i can't ahhhh

notes: gn!child!reader, but fem!reader in mind. NOT AN X READER, READER IS A CHILD!!!

You don’t remember when was the last time you stepped foot in the playroom again. Father said she would take you to a different playroom, away from the others. You spent every day in that new playroom with Father. Father always gave you an option to go back. The door was always wide open. Distant sounds of the other children laughing and cheering rang in your ears.

Father said you were getting better day by day. Much more used to your new toys. Father even allowed you to bring your toys with you everywhere. One inside your boots, one strapped to your belt. Father even allowed you to bring one to your room.

Your room. Instead of the room you shared with the others, Father had moved you. Closer to her office. You have your own room now. Father had decorated it herself, she said. The mattress felt like three of the mattresses in your old room stacked upon each other. The room made you feel tiny. Alone. But Father was always there. Father was always with you.

Father said you were almost as skilled as the guards that stood outside the orphanage.

Father was proud.

Father was proud of you.

Father always read you bedtime stories. Tucked you in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before turning off the lights. Father always taught you to not listen to what the other children said. That the only person you should be listening to is her and yourself.

You don’t remember when was the last time you felt eyes casted on you and words piercing your heart when you ate your meals. You still ate your meals in the hall with the other children; Father was adamant that you would still have some interaction with the others. But you didn’t care.

Father made sure you knew your worth.

Using your chopsticks, you fished up a bundle of noodles, putting it in your spoon and then in your mouth. You chewed, and then fished up another bundle of noodles. The children behind your back were loud and rowdy as usual. Father said to pay no mind to them. This time was different.

They were talking about Father.

It was Father’s birthday tomorrow.

Father was always secretive and didn’t reveal much about herself. They were planning on surprising her with a big party in the playroom. Of course, you weren’t part of it.

Father was always there for you, you thought. Never shy from giving you gifts and words of advice on the days you needed them.

You stood up from your seat, carrying your empty udon bowl to the sinks, giving it a quick rinse before putting it on the racks. You walked out of the hall, letting your feet take you where your mind wanted to go.

You closed the door to your new room, taking a seat behind your desk as you took out two sheets of paper, and some crayons Father had gifted you. While the rest played and had fun, you were in your room, scribbling away as best as you could with your black crayon. With your second piece of paper, you took out more colors from the box.

Father was always there for you.

You’d be a bad kid if you didn’t do the same, right?

The other’s idea of a celebration was tricking Father to go to the playroom, then cheering and singing happy birthday to Father while they played with Father. That meant that Father was unavailable to give you your daily lessons on how to properly play with your new toys. Fortunately you were busy too.

You entered the kitchen the moment you heard everyone else chant happy birthday in all different keys, the wide empty space with high workstations and cabinets sending doubt into your head. You shook it away, closing the door behind you with two hands, before taking a small tour around the space you would work with. Seeing that dinner was just served, all the cooks were done, leaving you a window of time to carry out your plan. Using a nearby stepping stool, you climbed onto the counters, reaching the high cabinets that were attached to the roof. Just as fate intended it to be a cooking book fell onto your lap, flipped to the page you wanted to go on. You closed the cabinet door, placing the cooking book by your side as you placed your boots on the stepping stool.

Father said you were good at looking for what you needed.

Father said you were good at doing what you wanted to do.

You prayed Father was right.

With the big book set on one counter, you scurried around the kitchen, gathering all the required ingredients and items you needed next to the book. You found two more stepping stools, allowing you to move around on each stool like different stations.

Father said your academic level was higher than the rest; you were doing exams meant for ten year olds.

“Pour… flour… in a bowl…” You muttered, finger on each word. You did as the instructions said, scooping out some flour and dumping it into a bowl.

“Egg…Sugar…Mix… Bake…”

For the rest of the day, you buried yourself in work, making what they called a ‘batter’. You had nearly dropped your hard made batter when you had to place the mold inside the oven, a new lesson learnt the hard way. After as much time as the book said, you took the mold out, this time wearing the funny shaped gloves on top of the counter next to the oven. With all your strength, you lifted the baked circular batter into a cart, before wheeling the cart back to your workstation. As the batter was baking, you had prepared a frosting, as they called it. Using a flat rectangle shaped object that had its corners rounded out, you spread the frosting over the top of the cake, before adding a fresh cherry to the top.

The celebration had stopped.

You heard Father’s voice tell the children it was time for bed. You gripped onto the counter, trying not to get shaken by the earthquake created by the hoard of orphans storming up to their room. Holding your breath, you waited until you couldn’t hear Father’s footsteps anymore, before letting out a sigh. You placed your finished cake on a pretty plate, using two hands to hold each side before exiting the kitchen.

You let out a deep breath, looking at the gold and crimson ornate double door in front of you. With the papers in your pocket, cake in hand, you used your shoulder to turn the doorknob, stumbling into Father’s office.

“Y/N?” Father. You turned around, facing Father. Father was behind her desk, hand moving from her forehead to her chin as she looked at you with a playful grin. Since your back was still turned to her, she couldn’t see the cake you made.

“I was worried sick about you, my dear. I didn’t see you at the celebration the others held for me.” Father chuckled. “Where were you? Not even the caretakers or workers could find you.”

You opted to not answer her question, rather hobble your way over to Father’s desk with your little legs. You placed your creation on the same place Father had set you when you got injured. Father looked at the cake, her eyebrows raised as she tried to conceal the grin that was spreading on her face. She pointed at the candle that was stabbed into the cake next to the cherry with her index finger, and the wick was instantly lit on fire.

“U-Umm…. I overheard it was Father’s birthday… so I wanted to do something special for Father…” You mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve as you tried to maintain eye contact with her. “I-I made you a cake. I t-tried my best. Would Father care to try my cake?”

Father let out a chuckle, looking at you with a soft and warm gaze. “You made a cake? All for me?”

“I-I wrote a c-card too…” You pulled the card and the second piece of paper out of your pocket, placing it next to the cake.

“Y/N… I…” Father chuckled, the corners of her mouth reaching her eyes. You’d never seen her look at you like this. Yes, she was always happy and cheerful. But never this much. Even as she tried to conceal it, you had spent enough time with her to know that she was feeling much more than a simple grin.

“Of course I would love to try your cake.” Father took the fork that was placed next to the cake, digging out a portion of your creation before putting it in her mouth. You could’ve sworn you saw a glimmer in her eyes. She took another bite, nodding her head and smiling at you.

“D-Does Father like it?” You asked with a worried tone.

“I love it, my dear.” Father hummed, forking out another chunk of your cake, putting the fork in front of your mouth. “Why don’t you try your own creation?”

“But it’s Father’s cake.”

“I insist.”

“O-Okay.” You wrapped your mouth around the fork, chewing on the cake you made. A smile crept on your face as you swallowed the bite. Thank the gods you had actually made food and not poison.

“Come here, my child.” Father patted on her laps. You walked around her desk, climbing on her laps as you looked up at her. She continued to spoon feed herself and you, wiping away any crumbs on your lips with her finger.

“H-Happy Birthday, Father.” You exclaimed.

“Thank you, my dear Y/N.” Father smiled at you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “I loved it, my little cook. This was the best birthday present ever.”

You could feel serotonin rush through your body. “R-Really?”

“Yes! Why would I ever lie to you, my dear?” Father hummed. “Thank you for such a wonderful birthday gift, my dear.”

Arlecchino sat on her chair, a sigh exiting her mouth as she looked at the card you had written, as well as the piece of paper. She had read a quick bedtime story to you, tucking you into bed before going back to her office. Arlecchino opened the letter, as the words entered her heart, fueling that flame of hers she carried and protected.

“Father,

haqqy dirthbay. I hoqe you hab a goob bay anb are haqqy. thank you for everything you bo for me. i really like my new toys.

Y/N.”

#genshin impact #arlecchino #arlecchino genshin #arlecchino x reader #the knave #child #aetherwrites

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aetherdoesthings · 6 days

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Ahhh I loved the child! reader with Arlecchino!!! There needs to be more platonic content with her!! I love Father.

Would you be willing to take arlecchino x reader requests?

~EL anon

whats good EL anon

thank you for the compliment! i'm planning on writing a part two to the short story, but i'm more than willing to take any arlecchino x reader requests!

i love that woman so bad i can't she's just 😩

father mommy arlecchino amiright

#aetherrambles

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aetherdoesthings · 6 days

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did you see the arlecchino animation and teaser??? a;fasjl;f

they make me so sad :(( also, the teaser was hot af tho, had me so downbad. arlecchino's lore is just so 😭

~EL anon

would you like new toys?

i simped so hard during the animation and teaser i decided to write a mini series fic about arlecchino. i have a lot of thoughts about it and now i'm regretting not taking up your offer lmao

forethoughts: my love language is writing someone an entire fic about them (not really, but i will write you an entire letter).

notes: fem!reader in mind, but gn!. NOT AN x READER!! READER IS A CHILD IN THIS!

In every cluster of children, there was always one that had trouble making friends.

That title was unfortunately bestowed upon you.

Always excluded in activities and games, left to play in the corner with the leftover, worn out toys while everyone chose the newest and best toys in the box. It had always been that way; you didn’t see it changing any time.

Father was always more lenient and caring with you. She made sure you were the first in line to get breakfast, lunch and dinner. While everyone had a curfew, you were allowed to wander the halls freely and exit your room. That of course didn’t make it any easier for you to make friends.

Like a robot given the same set of codes and no changes, days blurred into weeks, and weeks blurred into months while you lived your solitary life.

You sat crossed leg, facing the corner of the playroom, hands empty. You ran out of luck; all the toys were already gone by the time you got to the box. Letting out a sigh, boredom finally consumed you, prompting you to stand up, brush the dust off your shorts as you exited the playroom. No one batted an eye or even glanced at your direction; to them you were invisible. To everyone you were invisible.

Wandering the halls of the House of Hearth at night gave you a pretty good scope on the architecture of the building. If someone asked you where the infirmary was or the bathroom, you could accurately pinpoint the location for them. You looked at the colorful glass panes on the sides of the halls, raising a hand to block the sunlight from hitting your face. They called you a dreamer, delusional for your ideas and thoughts. Said your hopes were far too high. Father always disagreed. Father always disagreed with whatever the others called you.

A sudden shriek was ripped out of your throat as your body went sideways, shoulder hitting an even stone ground. You winced, forcing yourself to sit as you examined your body. You could barely make out what was your leg and arm with the lighting. Standing up, you decided to explore the uncharted territory in your little mind map. The walls were lined with sharp blades that glimmered under the narrow light source opposite to the swords. You looked behind you, to your sides, in front of you, as you allowed curiosity to take hold of your mind. With two hands, you lifted one of the blades from its holding place, letting it fall onto the ground. You dragged the blade along the stone to the center of the room, ignoring the shriek of protest the sword was making. Letting out a deep breath, you gripped your hands around the hilt of the sword, lifting it as high as you could. When you’d finally lift it over your head, a triumphant cheer exited your mouth, eyes admiring the shine and sharpness of the blade like a bee eyeing a flower.

“Children like you should not be wielding such dangerous objects.” Your muscles went limp, bones turning into uncooked noodles as your head spun to the direction of the voice. Father. Fear wasn’t just done with taking hold of your body. Fear was transmitted into the blade itself. Before you knew it, a sharp pain emitted through your forehead, a rush of warmness surging towards the area. The sword fell on your side, next to your collapsed body.

“Y/N!” Father was instantly by your side. Through that cold and emotionless facade, you could see a flash of worry and fear in her eyes. Fear. Father felt fear. Your head was placed in Father’s arms, knees hooked onto her other arm as you were rushed out of the dark room.

You sat on Father’s table in silence, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt as you stared at your dirt covered, bruised hands. Father reciprocated the silence, as she stood in front of you, using a cotton ball to dab up the blood. You winced at the serum that was infused with the cotton against your fresh wound, knuckles turning white. Father didn’t let out any remark at your wince, rather you could feel her actions becoming more gentle and tender.

“This might hurt.” Father muttered, picking up something from her tray of material, the object having a thin string tail behind. You could barely stifle a shriek as the needle penetrates your skin, the lithe object dancing from one side to another, piercing hole after hole in your skin. You gripped onto your sleeve for life until your hand was ghost white, as Father stitched up your wound before you could blink. Father let out a sigh, snipping any remaining string as she set the needle on the tray. Her eyes shifted downwards, her lips pursed as you felt her gaze burning into your skull.

“...I’m sorry.” You murmured quietly, the words regurgitating out of your mouth, unable to squeeze anything out under her gaze.

“I thought I told you that recklessness always leads to failure. What were you doing out of the playroom?”

“...” You could feel the corners of your eyes starting to burn up, your mouth quivering. Father noticed. Of course she did.

“Look at me.” Father sighed.

Reluctantly, you lifted your head, meeting Father’s eyes. Instead of scorn and disappointment, you were met with understanding and warmth, her pursed lips turning into a thin smile. Thin. Just like the ice you were on. Father could smile all she wanted, but you knew you were as good as dead.

Father’s hand went for your head, sharp fingers combing through your hair. “What type of toy do you like, Y/N? I am planning to get more for the toybox; it appears we have a shortage of toys. Of course, I would like to get the best and newest toys for all. I was wondering what you would like to see and play with.”

Your heart moved an inch higher from your stomach, still threatening to fall and combust into millions of pieces. “U-Uhm… I d-don’t know…”

“Speak up, my child.”

“I-I don’t know… what toys I like, Father…”

Father let out a chuckle. “Of course. How could you choose your favorite in an empty box?”

You looked down at her words. Of course Father knew.

“Y/N.”

You looked back up at her, meeting her playful eyes, a look you knew she only gave you and you only.

“How about I introduce you to some… new toys not any of the other children have seen? Would you like some new toys?”

“Toys… the others haven’t seen?” You tilt your head at that statement.

“Yes. Toys the others have not seen. Are you interested? I will personally teach you how to… play with these toys.”

You nodded your head, a small hesitant smile on your face. Father never offered the other children new toys. Father never offered how to play with toys. Father never played with the others.

The corners of Father’s thin lips tugged upwards slightly, as her finger hovered over your wound. She helped you off the desk, hand holding yours as she led you out of her office. “It is almost time for lunch. But I would rather you get some rest after what happened. Rest assured I will bring food to your room.”

“Y-Yes, Father.” You mumbled.

Father led you to your room upstairs, setting you on the plush mattress as the blanket was draped over your body. She ran her fingers through your hair again, petting your head before strolling out of the room. “Rest well, my child.”

Arlecchino closed the door, letting out a sigh. She made her way back downstairs to join the other children. “Rest assured, my child, no one will ever dare to lay a finger on you anymore. No harm shall ever come your way.”

#genshin impact #arlecchino #house of hearth #arlecchino x reader #the x reader tag is only for wider reach this is not an x reader #arlecchino genshin #the knave #my child #aetherwrites

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aetherdoesthings · 7 days

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Sorry when I meant "wanna go off anon" I meant me as in I go off anon not you really sorry if that sounded creepy 😅

~EL anon

it's okay lmao

but i still think i'm good and prefer this type of interaction; if you really want to go off anon and talk by all means go ahead

(this is me saying i'm extremely socially awkward lmao but really if you want go ahead i'm just awkward af)

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aetherdoesthings · 8 days

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OMG OMG OMG OMG YOU LIKE ARLECCHINO TOO???? IM IN LOVE WITH THAT WOMAN AHAHAHAA. I'm so normal about her. Wanna go off anon to talk off your ear about her lmfao

Anyways, seems like you're alive but might as well. Check up time!!

~EL anon

lmfao fingers crossed my manifesting will work and i'll pull her (she's so fine i can't)

anyways i'm doing okay, thanks for asking! i hope you're doing alright too budster.

(think i'd rather keep anon on sorry but i love the passion and i equally reciprocate the love i have for this woman lmao)

#aetherrambles

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aetherdoesthings · 9 days

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manifesting arlecchino

#arlecchino #i have 80+ pulls saved for her #aetherrambles

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aetherdoesthings · 10 days

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hello people of the earth, it's that time of the year again

do you like one piece?

you do? that's cool! i like one piece too!

i write one piece stuff--headcanons, the occasional smut (read rules), fics, etc.

if you want some stuff you've been thinking for a while written..

💛😁pLEASE SEND ME SOME ONE PIECE REQUESTS 🤩💛 🙏🏻 🙏🏻🙏🏻

i mainly like writing the women of one piece (up to eneis lobby), but i'm open to anything !!! (i've literally run out of ideas to write about pls flood askbox 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

wouldn't it be so cool to have what you're thinking of written? i mean.

AND ALSO

according to my weekly report of 22 hours on genshin impact, i'm starting to be open to writing for some genshin characters!

my list of cutie patooties i'm willing to write:

ganyu

shenhe

xiao

yelan

raiden

yae miko

ningguang

beidou

arlecchino

the list will grow!!!

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aetherdoesthings · 12 days

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can i request straw hat members luffy zoro sanji nami robin with a kid like how they are around children thanks!

elo anon! ahhhh the ideas i had for this

forethoughts: excuse my absence, life is hard. also is it about time i create a masterlist for all my work? idk. also this hc request gave me an idea of a new fic i wanna write, so look out for that!

notes: fem!reader in mind, but still gn! i suppose.

Luffy

Here’s the thing. Out of the bunch, Luffy is the one you go to to have fun and get that adrenaline rush every child wants to have. But he’s also the one you spend the most time with least, because the other Straw Hats are deliberately trying to make sure you don’t spend as much time with Luffy for the sake of your safety and adulthood. It’s not the first time Luffy accidentally left you in the middle of a dangerous battle between the marines to beat some admiral up, or throwing you to the side and throwing some stuff on you and ordering you to stay still. While Luffy loves playing with you and having fun around the Sunny, yeah no Nami ain’t gonna let that happen. Luffy’ll still do anything to entertain you and make you have a fun and stressless childhood, and even if he does forget he’s babysitting sometimes and children are less durable than adults, you still love him like he’s your big brother.

Zoro

I’d imagine Zoro tolerating you and treating you like how he treats Chopper. He’d reluctantly play with you, doing whatever you want, but oftentimes he’s just asleep, and you’d have to wake him up if you wanted to play with him. But if you fall asleep on him or next to him, be sure you’re either going to wake up in his arms or in your bed snugly tucked in. He’d also be the one to randomly find you under a pile of rags and clothes on the ground after getting lost in the battlefield, and pick you up and bring you to the Sunny to safety. Everyone was of course overprotective of you, but Zoro was high up on that list. Lord have mercy on whoever tries to ask you out when you grow older.

Sanji

Sanji would give you prince/princess treatment 100%, making you extra food each meal with all the nutrients you need to grow strong and healthy, whilst teaching you how to cook and ramble about the All Blue. He had even stopped smoking regularly for your lung’s sake, and the only time you could see him smoke was at night during his shift of watching over the Sunny. He would berate Zoro if ‘he was too rough with you’ or Luffy if ‘he was being too reckless with you’, but then proceed to roundhouse kick anyone he sees getting near you, which definitely was a good influence to your little kid mind.

Nami

Nami was your big sister to you, always taking you out on shopping sprees, dressing you up in clothes she bought for you. You were always either with her or with Robin when the Sunny docked, as Nami bought anything you wanted to have. She’d also beat and scream the living soul out of any man or person that stares at you for far too long, giving them a good whack with her clima tact. Nami also doesn’t charge you any money or have a tax when you ask for money from her, since she’s buying everything for you willingly anyways. Every night, you, her and Robin would make a little fort in your room, and talk about the day and what you liked and didn’t. Nami was just your big sister you could go to for anything.

Robin

MOMMY ROBIN 100%. You are now her child, and she is your mother. Robin was the one who’d berate Luffy if he did something that could potentially harm you. She’d scold Sanji for smoking in front of you, Zoro if he cussed. She made sure you would have a safe and healthy environment around you as you grew up on deck, seeing that life on ship wasn’t like life on land. She would teach you academics and all that, making sure you would keep up with your academics and won’t slack. When the crew was getting loud and rowdy, she’d always keep you close to her, letting you put your hands around her shoulders as you tried to sleep under the noise, or just feel Robin’s presence next to you. At night, she’d personally tuck you in, read you a bedtime story, give you a little kiss on your forehead before leaving. Robin was, if not, the most overprotective of you amongst the rest. She saw you as a copy of herself when she was younger, and she was determined to give you the childhood she did not have.

#one piece #op #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #cat burglar nami #nami #nami x reader #nico robin #nico robin x reader #aetherasks #straw hats and kids #mommy robin 😍

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aetherdoesthings · 13 days

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Heyyy checkup time!!! How you doing ^-^

~EL anon

elo EL anon!!

honestly not good but coping :_)

thanks for the checkup! cooking up a request rn 💪🏻💪🏻

#aetherrambles

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aetherdoesthings · 18 days

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Can we get a bi sanji x bi reader gushing over all the cute girls they see together (I'm in the fem lean of my bi cycle rn lol)?

elo! lmao same.

forethoughts: sorry for my inactivity; dealing w a lot of personal problems atm. i'm okay, dw :>

notes: bi!reader, bi!sanji, both being absolutely fucking simps.

When you first joined the Straw Hats, you immediately hit it off with Sanji. Not because you liked making food and were an excellent cook, but because of something more… obscure.

Every morning when everyone gathered in the galley to eat breakfast, Sanji would be gushing over Nami and Robin, giving them extra food and all the extra love and care. To everyone’s dismay, you did too, offering some of your food to them and giving them compliments about their look.

Nami and Robin always received your compliment differently than Sanji would. While Sanji would be loud and outburst, always going the extra mile for the two of them, you were more quiet. It was obvious at some times you were head over heels for both Nami and Robin, always choosing to stick close to one of them during missions or just occasionally looking at one of the two for a longer period of time.

Nami and Robin welcomed your silence, admiring much more than they did Sanji’s, and always admired how you would instantly blush and run away whenever they complimented you back.

At night, you and Sanji would be screaming, crying, throwing up about all your encounters with Robin or Nami and how they were Goddesses in your eyes. You’d spend hours with him coming up with ways to make them happy.

“WHAT FRAGRANCES DO GIRLS LIKE?!” Sanji shouted.

“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!” You shouted back.

“YOU’RE A GIRL, Y/N!”

“DON’T MEAN I KNOW WHAT FRAGRANCES THEY LIKE!”

Eventful meetings you had Sanji had gushing over Nami and Robin.

When you went out to shop for more food, if you ever stumbled across some cute girls, you’d put your hand over your face to hide how red your cheeks were and look away respectfully, blocking any perverted or intrusive thoughts. Sanji would go over to talk to them, bombarding them with questions and giving them compliment after compliment.

#one piece #op #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #cat burglar nami #nami #nico robin #simps #aetherasks

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aetherdoesthings · 22 days

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my little brat~ (MINORS DNI!!!) [REUPLOAD]

forethoughts: 100th post on the blog is smut. hehe. i know i said i wouldn't write page long smut but as i was writing this i may have crossed the page limit. oopsies. the grip robin has on me 😔

notes: fem!reader, BDSM themed, dom!robin, sub!reader, light bondage, robin calling reader a brat

word count: 1.8k (i too am shocked by this number)

[this is a reupload because problem happened]

“You couldn’t just get yourself out of trouble, can you?” Robin let out a sigh, circling around the bed, her eyes glued to the sight in front of her.

“Mmmmmnn…” You moaned, moving your head to the direction of her voice, breathing through the ball gag that occupied your mouth. Because of a small stunt you had pulled earlier in the day, one that involved you nearly falling off the Sunny, Robin was furious at you. She didn’t express her feelings yet, until night came. You were kneeling on the king sized bed, knees nearly touching the edge of the bed. Your calves were bound to your thighs with silk ropes, arms tied behind your back. You knew Robin was mad at you; you knew why she was mad at you. But your situation now was starting to make the idea of pissing your girlfriend off seem delightful.

You bucked your hips forward to no avail, a pathetic whine leaving your mouth as Robin sneered at you. There was nothing close enough to you to give you the pleasure you so desperately craved, except for the bedsheets underneath you.

A whine was ripped out of your throat as Robin’s hand curled around your neck, squeezing the sides with enough pressure to let you know that she wasn’t fucking around, but not enough pressure to actually do damage to your jugular veins.

“Does my brat think she can get pleasure?” Robin scoffed, forcing you to look her in the eyes. “It seems I have been too lenient with you. Well then. All the more reason to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

Robin unbuckled the gag around your mouth, letting the drool roll down your face. The babydoll she wore found its way on the ground next to your mountain of clothes, as she sat juxtaposed to you. While you knelt with the muscles in your thigh screaming for mercy, Robin leaned back like a queen on a throne, spreading her legs.

With the nod of her head, you bent down, knees still spread apart. You dove head first into what you could only call perfection.

Everything about Nico Robin was perfect. Personality, looks, whatever it was it was pure perfection in your infatuated eyes. You could never fathom the idea of people calling her the ‘Devil Child’, when all you saw was an angel from heaven. But God, if Robin’s pussy isn't the prettiest little thing you’ve ever seen.

With only your mouth at disposal, you take a deep breath, before licking a long strip across Robin’s slit.

Despite Robin’s stoic expression, her body filled in that empty space. Her hand went to your head, cutting off any potential air to your nose. You didn’t mind. You would die a very happy soul if you were to die in between Robin’s legs. Grunts of pleasure and chuckles could be heard, which only spurred you further on. Your tongue flicked back and forth over her clit, before alternating to a languid circle around as you flattened your tongue against the hardened nub. Oh, how you wished to see Robin’s expression to you and your tongue dipped between her puffy folds, gathering her slick before greedily swallowing it down.

“Hah… at least there’s one good thing that comes out of your mouth, you little brat.” Robin snickered, still in that domme headspace she always loved to be in whenever you would be on your knees servicing your mistress.

“Mmmmnn…” You whined in response, getting back to work. You knew you were doing a damn good job when Robin’s legs were thrown across your shoulders, locking your head in between her trembling thighs. By the way you could start to feel your heartbeat in your head, it was a matter of time before you’d pass out from the sheer lack of oxygen. But not before you made your mistress come. You wanted to make a mess of Robin, wanted to drown in her heavenly juices and feel the pride of making your mistress come undone with just your organ. Your tongue traced over every little fold of her lips, mouth wrapping over her clit and sucking until a sharp gasp exited Robin’s mouth, but the iron grip around your head did not falter. You continued to do little kitten licks over her pussy, letting her ride out her high on your face, rubbing that sweet juice all over. Your eyes looked up at your mistress, a sense of pleasure and pride swirling around in your stomach when you saw her face. As her eyes met yours, you blinked twice, and she immediately removed her legs from your shoulders, letting you sit up as oxygen finally entered your body.

Instantly, you could feel the lower half of your face wet and messy with slick and saliva; being buried in between your mistress’ warmth suppressed the gross and wet feeling. Even if you could, you resisted the urge to wipe it away, because the hungry and pleased look on Robin’s face was all the confirmation and assurance you needed.

Robin sat on her knees, a pleased smile on her face as she scooped your face. A contrast to her attitude prior, she smiled at you, leaning closer to give you a kiss on your lips, still covered in her slick.

“Color?” Robin asked, as she ran her fingers through your hair.

“G-Green.” You responded. A system Robin had set up before you even had your first session with her, in order to help her know if she was actually hurting you or not, and for you to express your feelings and needs during a session.

Robin chuckled, kissing your forehead. “My little brat. Are the binds too tight?”

“No. I’m okay.”

Robin nodded her head, satisfied with your answer. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet. Turn around, head on the pillow, ass up.”

You did what she said, as you watched Robin get off the bed, strolling over to that drawer, conjuring her favorite strap and the largest dildo you owned, spreading a healthy amount of lube over the purple silicon, as she made her way back to you.

“So that’s what it takes for you to listen, huh? A pussy in your face and a cock in your cunt?” Robin sneered, as her hand made contact with your ass, a loud smack echoing the room. You whined in response, tilting your head sideways so you could breathe. Her left hand held your bound arms, while her right lined up the tip to your glistening and drenched folds. Your pussy squeezed against the unyielding silicon dildo. It's big, and you want it.

Robin’s voice took on a more serious tone as she created a dip in the mattress. “Safeword?”

“Bumblebee.” You respond, bracing yourself for the moment. But it never comes. You look at Robin--a bold choice to make while she was in this headspace.

“Go on. Say it.” Robin stared back at you. You let out a whine, resisting the urge to move your hips backwards, knowing that would land you in hotter waters. It made it worse that you knew what she wanted to hear out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled, letting out a frustrated whine. You were only met back with another spank, one that would definitely leave a mark on your rear for a while.

“What are you sorry for?” Robin mused, her hand ghosting the skin of your other cheek.

“I’m sorry… for almost falling into the ocean.”

“Why are you sorry for that?”

“Because I almost died trying to get my book from the crow’s nest when I could’ve just asked you for help.” You felt like a kid again, being scolded for doing something bad and now have to apologize for it. But instead of your apology being ignored and unheard, Robin let out a pleased chuckle, leaning over to kiss your cheek, and without warning, she pushed it in.

Robin never liked being mean to you; she was the type to pepper you and treat you like a princess, even though you would be on your knees, hands tied behind your back as her hand raked through your hair.

“Good girl.” Robin muttered, the sounds of your moans and yelps making her move faster. Thank God Franky had soundproof your room weeks ago, otherwise your moans alone would have woken everyone up. The pressure of the dildo's fat head is incredible; you could feel the way your pussy willingly gives way to the unyielding silicon, and it reminded you of the first time you had ever met the end of a strap-on Robin wore. Robin was unyielding, not breaking a single sweat, while you were a moaning and babbling mess, head buried in the pillow, unable to move. All you could focus on was your pussy getting stretched by every thrust Robin made, hollowing you out before filling you again, and again, and again. Every drag of the silicon cock inside of you made you a liquid mess perfect for Robin to mold and restructure, as her skin slapped against your thighs, lighting a spark behind your half lidded eyes everytime you could hear a slap.

It didn’t take long for Robin to bring you over the edge, giving you a ‘go ahead’ as pleasure fills your body. If Robin wasn’t holding you up by your arms, you would’ve collapsed and probably passed out from the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. You let out a pathetic whine as Robin carefully pulls out of you, creating several hands to undo the strap-on and grab a towel from the drawers.

Robin undid your binds, rubbing small circles on your wrist as she pulled your body into a sitting position, letting you lean against her for support. She wiped away any remaining slick or saliva from your face with a thumb, before shoving it into your mouth. You happily swallowed it all, before melting into Robin’s touch. She wrapped you with a towel, cradling you like you were an infant.

“Did so good for me, my little brat.” Robin cooed, planting soft kisses all over your face. “All it took was a cock in your cunt to get you to apologize.”

“I‘m sorry…” You mumbled.

“Shh.. shh… none of that, darling.” Robin kissed your forehead. “Just remember you can always ask for my help, no matter what. And if you forget, I’ll always be there to remind you, no matter how hard you need me to drill it into you. Figuratively and literally. How about I draw you a nice warm bath, and have Sanji cook you your favorite snack, and we can cuddle as I read you a story?”

A sleepy smile formed on your face as you nodded your head, pressing your lips against Robin’s collarbone.

#one piece #op #nico robin #nico robin x reader #aetherwrites #one piece x reader

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