❝ She's the King on and off the track. ❞
(Arlecchino x Fem!Reader)
" Formula One AU
Genshin Impact AU
Honkai Star Rail often mentioned and present "
* This book was initially called "Strategist" !
: read the first note for more plot and chara...
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Lap 10:
I'd rather kiss a toad than you
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❝ Sign your name across my body, Lose your innocence ❞
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[!] light swearing, - Arlecchino and Furina end up getting picked for another round of "seven minutes in Heaven" - "seven minutes in heaven ? more like ten minutes in HELL." — Furina - hurt/comfort - aka Furina De Fontaine being the greenest green flag there can ever be (somehow... maybe... I'm biased okay???) (2024: this chapter makes no sense)
The two of them walk to the door of the small closet, and you notice that it's even smaller than the one Shenhe and yourself ended up in during the last Grand Prix after party in Ritou.
"Fuck off." Furina hisses, when she feels Arlecchino's hand press on her shoulder, and Di Knave walking past her to get the most place in the narrow space.
"Let's get this over with." Di Knave sighs as De Fontaine steps in the cupboard next to her and closes the door. "I'll give you one kiss and we'll call it a day. No feelings or strings attached."
Beside her, the McLaren driver makes a retching mimic, tilting her head away and putting her hands in her pockets, leaning along the side of the wooden structure.
"If I really had to, I would rather kiss a toad than kiss you." She snarls in a low tone. "Or even crash on the formation lap in the Poisson Grand Prix."
"Oh, come on... Don't tell me I sink that low in your esteem, De Fontaine." The ash haired woman whispers back, in a faux hurt tone. "I'm sure I look at least prettier than a toad."
Furina's eyes look diagonally and down at a screw in the cupboard as she averts her gaze from Arlecchino's face.
"Furina." Arlecchino suddenly speaks, with a more firm tone — and it's the first time she calls the white haired woman by her first name. "Look at me when I talk to you."
De Fontaine scowls, and glares back sideways at Di Knave through half-opened eyes; "What do you want ?"
"For now..." She sighs, leaning along the cupboard on the side opposite to Furina's. "I want you to look at me."
At those words, the McLaren driver's eyes scan Arlecchino from head to toe, before she lets out a scoff.
"Hah, alright." The white haired woman hums simply. "Well, I see an asshole here."
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