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[celuere]

uhhhhh can i rq fem reader x fallen angel arlecchino with virgin reader giving into temptation. also they do it in a church. on the altar.

Ngl anon you cooked with this request. But just for clarification: I will write this fic based on teyvats beliefs, NOT actual beliefs! Which means that reader will be a follower of Celestia/the Heavenly Principles, just to make this clear! I will not write stories based on reallife religions, beliefs, etc.

I‘ll repeat: this work is NOT based off of any religions, I purely made every single stuff up with the guidance of canon Teyvat Lore.

pairing: fallen angel!arlecchino x fem!reader

context: anon request!

cw: kind of an au, loss of virginity, hands down filthy sesbian lex, degrading, worship, arle fucking you out of pure spite for the divine, CONSENSUAL OFC.

NSFW utc, MDNI!

Your bare footsteps echoed through the wide halls, the colorful mosaic paintings being dimly lit by the surrounding candles as you made your way to the altar. A golden decorated podest, roses and other precious flowers being neatly aligned on the marble.

But that’s the least you could do for them. For the Ursurper. The one who came Second. On the day of their awakening you shall not be standing on their wrong side. Why should you? You‘ve been nothing but a devoted follower.

Regular sacrifices, dailiy prayers filling your routine along with one ritual being performed on each new moon.

And tonight there was no moon to illuminate your facial features as you slowly came to a stop in front of the altar, feet already numb from the stinging cold of the tiles on which this church was built upon.

It was a lonely, almost abandoned looking building at the top of a mountain with barely any visitors. Except for you. You made sure to keep the floor polished and the altar decorated with all kinds of goods that would perhaps please the divine. The colorful windows displaying a beautiful pattern made of all the colors you‘d find in a rainbow if the sun dared to light up the sacred mountaintop.

Todays ritual was no different.

With your hands neatly folded in lap and your eyes closed, the prayer started to fall from your lips like a waterfall. You knew every verse by heart, could recite every ritual down to the smallest detail. Quite the devoted follower, are you not?

But during your reciting you failed to notice the candles you so neatly arranged around the cathedral slowly getting put one by one until the last flame was finally extinguished when you opened your eyes again, darkness quickly engulfing you.

For a moment your heart set out until the excitement came rushing back in.

Did your efforts finally pay off? Where you finally heard? It has got to be a sign- there was no way that-

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„All these efforts… only for the Divine to look down on you.“, a low, female voice ripping through the silence, „Say… would you water a sprout if you knew that it would never grow up into a tree? Causing your deeds to drown in vain… all the time, tears and sweat you put into watering the seedling, just to get ignored. Tossed aside.“, but when you sprung up on your feet to look around- there was nobody in sight.

„Show yourself-! Who are y-”, the scream leaving your throat was muffled by the hand closing around your mouth.

„My identity….? Such a curious thing, aren’t you? My lordship surely got themselves a sweet treat with you.“, the word lordship was laced with enough hatred to fuel a fire in the depths of the abyss, sending a shiver right down your spine.

„Lordship…?“, you didn’t dare to take a look over your back to face the unknown, instead your eyes wandered up to the statue of the Heavenly Principles or rather what they embody.

The cluster of stars that have been hammered into the crystal before you with a singular eye placed in the middle was silently analyzing you. Judging you. Whenever you stood right in this very spot for longer than anticipated, you‘d get the weird gut feeling that something might be wrong, might be watching. It creeped you out even after so many years of praying to the Heavens, that you just got used to it.

„Surely, you wouldn’t like to spend the rest of your life praying to an uncaring and corrupt deity. Or are you as naive and… innocent as you truly look?“, slender hands snaked around your waist, tugging you back against the strangers chest. As touch deprived as you were- goodness, it did some things with your pussy.

Fuck, she was tall.

„What… What do you know about the Second who came? A-A bitter soul you must be…“, yet you didn’t try to wiggle out of the tight grip of her arms when her sharp nails ran over your stomach that was still covered by the silken robe of yours.

Yes, being a devoted follower meant following certain rules. For example to not engage yourself in any kind of intimacy. Ever. No hugging. No holding hands. No kissing. No sex. But in all honesty you were a sucker for physical affection, not being allowed to even hug your loved ones on special days always nagged at your heart but you couldn’t- you mustn’t disappoint them. A non-negotiable deal.

„A bitter soul? You are not quite wrong with that, doll… what if I told you that your…“, her hot breath suddenly tickled the shell of your ear, „Ursurper is nothing but a coward? A coward feasting off on the hopes of the likes of you. Draining you. Laughing at you. Your efforts were doomed from the very beginning. But…“, slowly, the fabric of your cloth was tugged to the side, exposing your bare body to the cold atmosphere surrounding you.

A gasp left your mouth.

You forgot that the ritual from earlier required you to wear nothing underneath your robe. There wasn’t a specific reason since it was a solo act. That‘s just how it was written down.

„…but it is not too late for you to turn around and start over. To forget how you wasted the past years of your life for nothing in return.“, her words were strengthened by a soft, gentle kiss being placed right behind your ear, the touch forcing you to press your legs together. To try to ignore how the wetness wasn’t stopping to form between them.

Turn around and start over?

How?

The Ursurper has been the sole center of your life for the past decade. You woke up for them. Ate for them. Prayed for them. Sacrificed for them. Breathed for them.

Lived for them.

„I… I-I can’t- I-… th-they wouldn’t want me to turn away from them- to commit a sin in their name- th-that‘s not what they would have wan- Hah…!“, the hand sneaking between your legs came straight from hell itself. Knowing exactly how to glide her fingers in between your slickness, how much pressure to apply on the soft bundle of nerves, in which speed she should circle them over it.

„Is it truly a sin if it feels so good? Is this truly what you would consider defying the laws of the Divine? Look up at them and give me an answer.“

You couldn’t help but push your hips further into her hand, grinding them back and forth over her digits. You didn’t know what this mysterious woman looked like. Neither did you care. But what you did care about was this sinking feeling in your stomach when your eyes found the statue in front of you again.

Guilt.

How could you throw all of your hard work away for five minutes of thrilling ecstasy? What has gotten into you?

„I… n-no… th-this isn’t right… but… o-oh god fuck…“, your need for satisfaction was slowly starting to outweigh the guilty feelings. She was right. How could something feeling this good be considered a sin? Maybe it was a mistranslation from the old books? Maybe this was actually supposed to be a holy message to the heavens.

The stare looming over you felt now more heavier than ever as your hips were now practically fucking the woman’s hand, trying to catch that desired high, to maybe force whoever gods were sitting in the castle high above the ground to pay their attention to you.

„“This isn’t right“, yet you are practically using my hand for your own satisfaction. Didn’t they teach you some manners during all those years of useless worship?“, the sentence came out in a low groan, forcing you to bend over the altar which you swiped clean of any decorations beforehand.

The sound of fabric being ripped echoed through the cathedral.

Then you felt the chilly air ghosting over your wetness, forcing goosebumps to form on your skin as she practically pushed you down on the cold stone like you‘re supposed to be the next sacrifice.

Maybe you were.

Maybe you were going to be the next sacrifice by the way her next words reached your ears in a soft purr, „My, My… such a sweet lamb letting me bend her all the way over. I‘m not sure your lovely god would enjoy this sight. One of their most loyal acolytes just giving into her former Angel of Death like that…“.

The air around you stilled.

Angel of Death?

Goodness. You were in such deep shit.

A stranger would’ve been better than whatever she was.

There was little to no information about her, Arlecchino. The Primordial Ones deathbringer. It was all old tales dating back way before the Archon War, something about her being the Ursurper‘s executioner after they emerged victorious against the Sovereigns.

But something must’ve happened between the two of them for the Angel of Death to betray her superior by stepping into the destruction of Khaenri‘ah from 500 years ago.

The only witnesses to tell the tale died in the following impact from Arlecchino‘s punishment.

Therefore no records of her consequences exist.

„According to your silence, you are very much aware of who I am. That makes things easier for me. Now where were we again….? Ah… right…“, pressing her throbbing tip against your already soaked cunt earned herself a sharp gasp, „I wanted to show you just how much they really care about you. Surely, they would care about me tainting your purity with my cum, right?“.

„A-Ah-! I… I-I don’t know, I- ngh….“, Holy. She was big compared to your tight pussy.

Never once did you dare to pleasure yourself, too scared about possible consequences but Arlecchinos dick stretching you out further and further as she shoved herself inside… maybe this was the salvation you were looking for your whole life.

„You don’t know hm…? Goodness me. Are your likes really just all tits no brain?“, her hands. Her fucking hands grabbing onto your hips as she guided you over her length. How could this be considered a sin? What on earth is sinful about a strange, powerful woman splitting you open on her cock for the first time in your life? On an altar? In front of a statue of said deity?

Nothing came to mind.

Dragging her hips back now, a whine espaced your lips as you desperately reached behind you to grab onto her, lifting up one leg onto the sacred surface of the altar to grant her deeper access.

„N-No-! No don’t leave-!“, her movement stilled.

„Leave? Oh, doll.“, with a harsh tug on your hair, you were forced to look up right into the divine sculpture, its stare seemingly burning itself into your soul.

„I‘m just getting started.“

The thrust that followed her sentence had you moaning across the whole cathedral immediately. Hands searching for the edge of the altar for at least some stability as her dick dragged into your cunt, grazing the sensitive spot that made your back arch and your toes curl.

Just like that. Over a decade of prayers, rituals, reciting. Down the drain like that.

But her cock forcing your tight walls apart with each thrust of her hips into yours made it SO worth it. Is this what you’ve been missing out on for your whole life on purpose? My, you were dumb. So dumb.

„And? Where is that god of yours now that you‘re allowing me to fuck that pretty pussy for the first time in a place of worship? Do you feel ashamed? Maybe even guilty? Let me assure you…“, Arlecchino made sure to hit your spot which each thrust of her hips, sloppy sounds filling the holy walls as your wetness dripped down your thigh, „They could not care less about you.“

Maybe she was right. Maybe they really don’t care about you. Or else why would they allow their former subordinate to fuck you here in their church? Right in front of their sculpture? Spread on the altar like it‘s already a daily routine, fill up your tight cunt to the brim and have your eyes roll into the back of your head?

But you couldn’t think about that right now. Not when her tip was kissing your cervix with each thrust. Not when her dick started to slightly twitch inside of you, being unaware of what is awaiting you. And what is that tightening feeling intensifying in your abdomen?

„Who is your god now?“

You didn’t know what this heavenly feeling was when you threw your head back, pussy clenching and making sure to get every single last drop out of the liquid she just spilled inside of you prior to your own climax, telling her over and over who your god is.

Her.

Death itself fucking you senseless in a cathedral was not on todays to-do list.

„There, there… sweet thing… having her first taste of salvation. My, how come your legs are already shaking? That good?“, her thumbs stroking gentle circles over your hips when you felt her chest pressing against your back.

„Don’t worry. I‘m not even remotely done with you.“

[celuere]

hii could i please request some fluffy general relationship headcanons for mavuika with a female reader please? (sfw + nsfw if that's okay!) thank you!

MAVUIKA BRAINROT IS REAL!!!!! I need more lore on her fr she is literally the only Natlan character I find interesting😞

pairing: Mavuika x fem!reader

cw: fluff, strap-on, mentions of sesbian lex

I REALLY wrote down anything that came to mind, if I get more ideas throughout the next days/weeks I will make a part two! Hope you like it anon <3

NSFW utc, MDNI!

SO HELP MEEEEEEE Mavuika with a gf or wife- I don’t think she is the possessive type at all BUT has no shame in kissing you publicly in front of like god knows how many people.

Very attentive to you, notices immediately when something seems off to her for example when you‘re in a bad mood, about to get sick or are just struggling in general. Expect her to pamper you.

Your birthday is actually a holiday. Yes. She made your birthday a national holiday in Natlan. It‘s literally impossible to forget it now.

She actually gives you a lot of say in archon matters, for example when it comes to dealing with the fatui or organizing the next pilgrimage. She trusts you to the moon and back and you taking off some weight from her shoulders means like- the world to her. She‘ll make sure to „thank“ you properly of course <3

PRAY if she ever puts on that strap tho. Did you see how she fights? Now imagine her channeling that same energy into bed. Legs thrown over her shoulders. Arms pinned down to the mattress as she thrusts her hips forward into you while ringing one orgasm after the other out of you

I hc her to have tons of tattoos grazing the skin underneath her suit. A few of them being dedicated to you. Your name decorating her chest, right over her heart. Your birthday on her waist. Your favorite flowers on her back. The anniversary/wedding date of the two of you right above her v-line.

LOVES to feel your tongue lapping up and down over her sensitive clit as she has you kneeling down under the cover of her desk. Fingers getting a good grip on your hair as she presses you further into her, telling you how much of a good girl you are, how good you’re swallowing her liquor up, only to have you sit down in her lap (after she came all over your pretty mouth) with her fingers buried all the way to the knuckles inside your cunt. Office sex is a weekly occurrence for the both of you.

Shameless starer. Coming into her office wearing nothing but one of her shirts? She doesn’t even try to hide how her eyes immediately find your nipples poking through underneath the fabric. Wearing something that highlights your curves? She even tells you to spin around with a lil‘ twirl motion of her finger. Why should ever feel ashamed for looking at what’s hers?

Just MAYBE names a whole river or sea after you. Just because she feels like it. One day you wake up and she‘s like „Heeeeey, darling… you know about that one nameless river nearby the tribe of scions…?“, you maybe sobbed a little.

Is actually not THAT talented when it comes to doing her hair, something always just goes wrong. One day it’s the hairband snapping. Then she struggles with finding a good hairstyle for her long, voluminous hair until you decide to step in. Gently grabbing the brush out of her clenched fingers and placing a kiss on top of her head before your run it through her messy bed-hair as you maybe tell her what you have planned for the day, etc.

After a hard day, maybe she‘ll ask you to strap up every once in a while. Every hard working woman needs her wife to pound some sense back into her, no?

Not that much of a big fan when it comes to degrading or any other harsh kinks but praising? Talking you through it as she pushes the silicone into your spent pussy? Having you maintain eye contact? Maybe fingerfucking you in the dead of the night on her throne in her stadium???

LOTS of physical contact. Her hands always grabbing onto whatever curve she can get a hold of. Lips trailing up and down your collarbone and neck SO HELP THIS WOMAN.

A morning person through and through. As soon as the sun rises she is out and about and can’t stay up past 10pm for the love of it. (You sometimes found her dead asleep on her desk after filling out paperwork)

Actually highly dislikes coffee but smoothies on the other side…… if something ever happens to go wrong, just make her a smoothie and it’s all forgotten.

Can lift you up with less than one arm. No matter what. The way she swings around her claymore like a toothpick? You’re lightweight compared to that. (I have a thing for muscled women if you can’t tell already)

[celuere]

Sister! My guilty pleasure is to be a damsel in distress, there's just something good about being rescued by your beloved no? Getting them to see them become protective, making sure you're secure, Safe and sound, a bonus point if they're usually calm, gets angry rarely but is now seething in rage just because you were in harm's way??? Chef's kiss!

Now..... Consider being kidnapped by the abyss and have Mavuika saving you? Big mistake because you are her beloved and closest confidant (and lover).

I LITERALLY LOVE THE IDEA OF MAVUIKA COMING TO UR RESCUE. Like have you seen her in the second Archon quest? Imagine how ballistic she‘d go if her beloved is in danger. Jwlwnekwkelkwbww pyro women always having me by my THROAT.

pairing: Mavuika x GN!reader

context: look at anon request!

cw: mentions of injuries, angry Mavuika coming to your rescue (literally so hot), kinda detailed description of Mavuika going crazy on her enemies????, written before the events of 5.0, bit fluffy at the end, NOT proofread!

I never really wrote anything like this before so I really hope this is to your liking anon!

When you took part in the latest pilgrimage you knew what to expect. The dangers, the night kingdom, the abyss. They weren’t unfamiliar with you. In fact, as Mavuika‘s -the currently Pyro Archon‘s- right hand and under other circumstances… lover… you were already old acquaintances with the ongoing conflict between the Nation of War and the Abyss.

But you didn’t expect things to go so horribly wrong.

A vacation. That’s all you thought it would be. You were the last person to ever struggle in the Night Kingdom, always looking out for the younger and inexperienced, never making a single mistake. Ensuring a successful mission with little to no injuries, nobody ever died under your guidance through corrupted realm.

But every hero is bound to mess up at one point.

Clutching your bloodied shoulder with your injured hand, the claws of a Rifthound barely missed your head as you rushed up whatever path opened up to you. You miscalculated. And it was only thanked to your quick reflexes that your whole troupe didn’t got wiped out with a single strike but every success in the Night Kingdom demands an equal sacrifice. Chasca didn’t have that luck.

And now you were stuck in the Night Kingdom. The only exit being sealed from the outside after you helped an injured Kinich make it out in time. It was either him or you and there was no way in hell you would’ve left him here on his own with a broken arm so you quite literally threw the already hurting young man over your shoulder and right into the portal, being left completely alone against a horde of at least 50 abyssal monsters.

Exhaustion was pulling at your muscles, the endless running and dodging drawing the air out of your lungs faster than you‘d like. Ribcage burning from your rapid intakes of oxygen but fighting wasn’t an option, there were just simply too many of them. Of course, you tried but all that earned you was a knife being rammed into your left thigh which only cut deeper into your flesh with each meter your feet carried you. Celestia knows how much longer you will last like this.

Reaching the end of the cliff you were running up to, no other option was left other than to jump down. Without a lake to catch up your fall, you took the leap and the moment your legs came in contact with the hard ground, you were pretty sure you broke more than just both your legs according to the almost mind-shattering pain shooting through your spine.

The pain scream leaving your mouth would have probably been enough to shatter a mirror, your eyes started to water, but not only at the mere agony you find yourself in as you stared in horror at the enemies closing in.

You won’t get to see her again. Won’t get to see her beautiful face next to you every morning, nor those ridiculous sunglasses she wore so often. When she pressed her lips to your cheek this morning, you would’ve never thought to be your last. Does Mavuika know just how much you love her? How much you cherish her in your heart? Did you say those three words often enough for her to be remember them at your funeral? Would she hate herself for letting you go? Or for how often she scolded you for drinking too often to your hearts content with Xilonen? You hoped she didn’t. Hoped she will continue living on without you.

Staring up at the starry sky above you, a sword was raised right above you. The only regret you had was not loving her enough. How you won’t be there when she finally -once and for all- triumphs over the abyss. How you won’t be there for the love of your life to celebrate the victory, the ultimate goal of her life.

A last wish left your lips in a faint whisper as a shooting star came flying towards you as death‘s clock chimed in twelve for you.

But instead of your anticipated beheading, something close to a meteorite came down crashing in front of you. The sheer heat radiating from the collision along with the dust being thrown your way, you shut your eyes closed as your ears became witnesses of the most terrifying and gut wrenching sounds.

There were bones being cracked, skulls being crushed, rifthounds being ripped apart as far as you could make out. Someone was ripping the Abyss to literal shreds before you. And maybe you were next.

From one moment to the next, silence started to echoe through the realm. The only sound to be heard - someone taking harsh breath. Then something heavy falling to the floor, followed by the sound of footsteps rushing up to you.

That’s it. They wanted to finish you off with their bare hands.

„[…]!!“

Ripping open your eyelids in pure shock at the familiar voice, your beloved dropped to her knees in front of you.

Mavuika. Dropped to her knees in front of you.

„Thank the stars you’re alive-!! Kinich and the others immediately notified me of the situation and-”, the rest of her words were drowned out as you stared in disbelief up at her, still clutching your broken shoulder with your hand. Even the pain coming from your legs and spine were to be quickly forgotten as you stared up at your wife‘s worried face.

Even those ridiculous glasses grazing the bridge of her nose. You were never happier to see that specific pair of glasses in your entire life.

She came.

She came to your rescue.

„….-get you to a doctor-!“, the sentence only now registered in your brain, the pain came shooting right back at you and you couldn’t stop the pained cry from leaving your mouth, black spots starting to adorn your wife‘s face as your eyelids became so incredibly heavy-

Maybe you were celebrating a bit too early when consciousness was ripped away from you.

———————

„Their injuries might take a few good months to heal. They will need a wheelchair for the time being until the bones are healed enough to talk about further steps.“, dread settled in Mavuika‘s stomach at the Doctor‘s diagnosis. That would mean no fighting or training for you. Something you won’t like. At all.

„I understand… I appreciate everything you did, Doctor. See you tomorrow.“, bidding her goodbye, Mavuika quietly sneaked into your room. There you were. The completely lower half of your scarred body wrapped in bandages. The sight tugged at her heart. But at least you were still asleep, only waking up for a good few minutes to take in a meal and maybe a trip to the toilet, the pain being suppressed by a few special herbs Madam Citlali mixed together.

Her eyes wandered over your peaceful face, the cut on your cheek still healing. And yet you were the most beautiful thing she ever laid her eyes upon. A fact that will never change.

When the news of your predicament reached her, Mavuika never acted so fast. Never in her life before did she summon a portal to Night Kingdom this fast. Fear. Fear was something that always accompanied her whenever she sent off the winners of the pilgrimage into a new fight. But what possessed her that day wasn’t fear.

It was terror. Cold terror. The mere thought of a life without you was unbearable to her, igniting a completely new flame inside of her that blinded her in that very moment she reached you right before you looked into death‘s very eyes. Will she ever let you participate again? If it goes after her, no. Never again. But she knew you well enough to know you would never let that happen, never let her carry the burden of Natlan‘s fate alone.

She will break it to you when you can actually stay up for longer than fifteen minutes. Your recovery and wellbeing were her top priority at the moment and such life changing news were to be handled delicately. For now she sat down besides you, hand wrapping around your bandaged one as her thumb stroked over the wedding ring still clinging to your finger.

She will wait for your next awakening for as long as needed.

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I don't know if you have done this already, but could you do hc of vampire Arlecchino? I literally can't stop thinking about this.

Been on a Vampire!Arle brainrot for the last days and UGHHHHHHHHHHJJ DMMNKANDNQND the way she can suck me DRY. Like in my poll I did a few weeks back about what I should write next, I mentioned the option of a Vampire!Arle x Hunter!reader and let me indulge you in my scheming and what you can expect.

Most Vampire Hunter works I’ve read, they somehow always end up being human. Barely a match for a vampire BUT what speaks against another mythical creature hunting for the blood suckers? A Fae for example?

Now, Fae‘s are- well, Faeries just without the wings. Possessing over the same supernatural abilities of a vampire along with a wide range of elemental powers, light/shadow manipulation etc. and over a VERY long lifespan. Known to be unnaturally beautiful beings and their blood-

Their blood is known to be absolutely delectable.

So there is the Hunter Organization of the Fae and the Fatui Clan. The oldest and most dangerous Vampire Clan with its eleven Fatui Harbingers, Arle being a human-turned-vampire through the Tsaritsa and NOW I can get to my headcanons. I sadly can’t go into much details or else I would spoil the plot of my Vampire Arle work💔

slightly suggestive, MDNI

Still hosting the HotH, the orphans being either Vampire fledglings or human children which she had to turn in order for them to survive. She helps them accustom to their life for example how to control and manage their bloodthirst, how to choose their prey correctly and feast on them without killing them accidentally.

Now, since Vampires age completely different than humans, I’d say Arle would have the physical appearance of a 35 yo old woman while already being +1000 years old, meaning she counts as an ancient Vampire already

Actually rarely goes hunting for human blood and prefers animals, but since their blood isn’t as nutritious as human blood, she has to drink way more often than her colleagues. Sometimes if she DOES get hungry for something other than animals she goes out and snatches the first pretty thing on the street she can find.

She‘s a good drinker. Making sure the victim is passed out and buries her fangs into a spot that’s less hurtful, she might be a monster but that doesn’t mean she has to act like one.

Oh but when she gets her hands on the pretty hunter fae that’s been on her ass for the past decades… she may never want anything else. (I don’t wanna spoiler too much😌)

Vampire‘s have their own laws. Some of them for example is that they have a STRICT hierarchy and I mean STRICT. Like an ordinary dude disrespecting her out of nowhere? That‘s a dead man. That also means that the head of the Fatui Clan - the Tsaritsa - has utmost authority. Her word IS the law. That’s not even something Arlecchino wants to defy… well maybe she’ll make an exception for you.

She is possessive of her prey. I mean that with all my heart. Once a Vampire claimed ownership over a certain individual, it‘s by Vampire law their very own property. Any inappropriate approaches by someone else of her kind is deemed hostile and she IS allowed to get rid of them, no matter their status. And she will.

I think I’d be funny to see her turn into a cute little bat. She‘d be so adorable.

She does frown at Childe whenever he just takes a drink in front of her, like no- she doesn’t wanna see that.

But on the other she could not care LESS if Columbina is sitting in front of her and drinking her third man of the day dry. Nuh uh, she doesn’t drink from pretty ladies, she thinks they’re too precious.

A teasing little shit when she gets to have a taste of you. Having you neatly seated in her lap, bare neck exposed to her- goodness you look beautiful when you wait for her to get a drink of you.

Her hands CANNOT stay in one place once she sunk her teeth into your skin. Grabbing onto your hips, then the next they’re running through your hair, opening up your ponytail so she can grab a better handful to tug your head back.

She‘d never just drink from one spot. After your neck she‘d take your hand gently into hers and guides it up to her lips before she buries her fangs into your wrist. Crossed-pupils always watching you, analyzing you before you eventually grow limp from her intake of blood, that’s when she‘ll stop.

She‘d get a drink by biting straight into your tit or your inner thigh but maybe that’s just me.

Afterwards she‘d clean up the bloody bite marks and gently lay you down on your bed, filling you up a glass of strawberry juice (lots of iron, good for your blood) and place it with a bowl of oatmeal on your nightstand. She is caring like that.

If you can’t tell I’m very obsessed with the idea. Sedate me please.

[celuere]

Omg you write for Feixiao too?! Can I request Feixiao with an s/o who's like the opposite as her? like Lisa from genshin who prefers to stay in, likes napping and reading? I think that'd be a nice contrast to her, thank you!

YES!!! YES I SEE YOUR VISION ANON!!! The way this woman just needs a break from the constant thrill of the battlefield-

Feixiao with a s/o that is SO normal compared to her, people are starting to question you at first.

Do you really happen to be so… dull? Or could it be that you actually have a second identity which caught the generals attention in the first place? Because who would actually expect to see the Merlin’s Claw walk into Xianzhous library, coffees in hand at… nine in the morning…? But here she is, rambling to you about her schedule for the day, how she absolutely does not wanna attend the upcoming meetings or introduce the new recruits under her command while she pushes the book cart after you as you reorganize the shelves.

At one point you struggle with reaching a certain spot, if you only were a few inches taller. Even on tiptoes, it wasn’t enough for you to shove the book back into its original place and if that wasn’t enough - your foxian girlfriend simply leaned herself against the cart, chin resting on her hand as she watched you with a smirk tugging on the corner of her lips.

„You know, you just have to say it…“, her left ear twitching slightly as she covered up a laugh.

„Fei… I-I can very well do this on my own-! It‘s my job after all…“, the irony was practically slapping you right across the face as the book slipped out of your grip during the last attempt to bring it back up on the shelve, „shit-!“

That was the moment Feixiao waited for all eternity. The reason she exercised without pause, never slacking off, never giving up, always pushing herself past certain points until she dropped half-dead from exhaustion.

So quick you almost didn’t see it coming when the falling book was snatched right up and gently put up on the spot you‘ve been aiming for.

„A simple O Great Merlins Claw, I am in desperate need of your he- Ouch-!“, a smack on the back of her head with the next book shut her up for good while you strode into the next aisle that was in desperate need of a reorganization.

„You are the most insufferable Foxian I know…“, narrowing your eyes at the amount of dust this section has been collecting, your eyes ghosted over a few of the various book spines, what even was the category of this corridor?

„You know other Foxians? I am heartbroken, my liege….“, clutching her chest in an overdramatic way as she desperately grabbed onto the shelf to her right.

„And the most dramatic one, too.“, you sighed but still couldn’t hide the smile your lips were forming, she was too entertaining for her own good.

In moments like these you completely forgot who was standing before you. This wasn’t General Feixiao from the Xianzhou Yaoqing, one of the Seven Arbiter-Generals and feared for her skills on the battlefield.

This was your girlfriend.

And she was all yours.

[celuere]

normalcy - arlecchino x reader

hii i love ur works so got inspired a bit, hope u enjoy. i wrote arlecchino since u are a huge lover. love ur work!!! im a bit bad at this since i havent wrote a lot since 2020 so apologies for any bad writing

the idea of arlecchino having a lover who is so normal that it suprises everyone around her. the news of her having a lover itself shocked many, including the children under her parenting. so once they find out the identity of the rumoured lover, they were quite shocked.

you were so normal that it confuses them on how you met father and caught their attention. even the fatui workers find it so suprising to see the knave, the cold cruel 4th harbinger call her lover who looks so normal 'love'. of course, no one would dare utter any sort of protest on this romantic relationship against the knave herself as they wish to keep their heads attached to their necks.

lyney would be quite suprised when he was called in for orders and the orders were to find out your favorite sweets? he had to use every self control in him to not look like his father had grown a second head.

but later when the trio finally meet you, the trio slowly warms up to you, they see what caught their fathers eye and what softned her. they wouldn't dare tell that to their father but whenever they see their father talk to you, hold your hand or share any intimacy, they see the rough edges smooth.

the trio would be espically embrassed when they are ordered to deliver any letters to you! of course, they wouldn't dare read the contents ad they aren't foolish enough to anger their father.

they always wondered though what made you view the mad knave an angel as you call her? you always call her dear and love with so much love as if her hands weren't bloodied and cursed. prehaps, it's just love.

love is what makes you wipe the blood of her cheeks when she comes to visit, nag her if she sustained any injuries during the missions. love is what made you sulk each time arlecchino has to go for a faraway mission. she will kiss you and promise you to return soon to your loving arms with gifts. but what are gifts to you when your precious lover as you call her is going to be away for so long?

in small steps, you found yourself being a part of the house of hearth. as you nagged arlecchino, you would nag the kids espically the ones send to missions. you would tell them to not be reckless and come home safe. you would weep endless tears when the news of a child dead reached you. arlecchino was well aware that any amount of consouling she did, it wouldn't ease your sorrows so she lets you weep to her shoulder, and for your peace sake, let you handle the child's funeral.

lyney remembers the first time he was badly injured, he survived but was forced to be bedridden for a few weeks under father's orders. you stood by him throughout the weeks, always took care of him. even when the maids told that they would take care of him, you would refuse and take the tray of food from their hands and feed him. as embrassed as he is to admit it, he felt like a small child being spoiled. a part of him wants to get injured so he can be spoiled again but he prefers to see that cheerful and gentle smile on your face than the sorrowful expression.

as days, weeks, months pass by, a thought passes his mind, he realizes why father loved you. though you were normal, your kindess caught father and the house of hearth in your own little web. everyone is aware of how they are all wrapped around your finger but like a moth to a flame, they will continue to walk to your ever growing kindness.

the children of the hearth and father have an unspoken rule, in case of danger, they must protect family and now the family includes you. whenver father bids farewell to you, she casts a glance to the trio. with years of working under their father, they knew what she was ordering.

"protect your mother" and so they will without questions asked. you will be angry whenever they charge to protect you without considering their own safety, but they are willing to go through your scoldings if it meant you can stay with them for a bit longer and share your warmth.

i would love to hear your thoughts and critisms :3, im willing to write a part 2 ^_^

I AM SO SORRY FOR ANSWERING SO LATE!!! BUT THIS IS SO LOVELY AAAAAAA I always loved the idea of arles s/o being the „mother“ counterpart to her role in the HotH- I’m usually not a fan of domestication but with Arle……… I’ll gladly make an exception. ALSO FEEL FREE TO WRITE A PART 2 I‘D LOVE TO READ THROUGH IT!

[celuere]

Alba! Alba! Listen to this... I know damn well both Arlecchino and Mavuika are the type of lovers who tease their lovers in public, one could have this vibrator panty thingy where they get to control how fast or slow it is because they have the remote and just like seeing their lover try to walk or talk casually while struggling to act like nothing happened, and I know that the other just straight up shoves their finger while they were out on a dinner or a meeting, omg I love pyro women (most especially these two) ❤️

Also, if you're open to it, can I be "🎐" anon? :>

ofc you can be 🎐 anon!

NSFW, MINORS DNI

KEBANNGNSNNENWNENWL YESSSSSS I think arle would be more of a „shove a vibrator into your woman and see how long she lasts“ typa person like she would take SO MUCH joy out of seeing her beloved try to keep her composure while she fidgets with the remote in her hand……. Mavuika’s hand on the other side would definitely find a way inside your panties no matter where you are. Like you‘d get your cunt stuffed either at a restaurant, the speakers chambers, ANYWHERE with a table basically. I need them to pass me around Iike a blunt, i am so serious.

[celuere]

Celuere my fellow Arle simp, have you ever thought of alpha!arlecchino x omega!reader? I have this brainrot where they are both orphans from the House of the Hearth when Crucabena was still in charge. Arle being the child she was, didn't understand why she keeps being drawn to reader, scent marking her literally everyday. So as both grows up, Arle obviously understood things about scent marking to mating. Arle also protects reader from KingMaking cus, you know, reader doesn't like fighting at all. So after Arle kills Crucabena, what other way to celebrate her victory with actually marking reader as her omega?

(I am sorry, read: not really sorry, for this long brainrot but this has been in my brain for a while and I need to let it out. NSFW please😂, if you decide to write a fic for this.)

Aaaaah that sounds delectable!! I love reading your guys brainrots but sadly I cant see myself writing for omegaverse, it‘s not really my cup of tea (I don’t dislike it tho!) but that’s a really good plot you came up with! Arle being all protective over reader sknsnbrbsbfnsnne i will never NOT eat protective arlecchino UPY

Maybe consider writing your own fic about this!

[celuere]

I think we as a society moved on way too fast from having arle glitch mid-sex. I'm just saying. The opportunities.

NSFW, MDNI

Ray, you truly get me. Also love how it was NEVER addressed ONCE in the game?? Like OKAY she just starts glitching in her idle and you expect me to what??? Not question it??? I mean we do have some kind of intel why she is glitching but when does it happen? Is it completely randomized? Can she control it? What does it feel like for her??? The idea of her just starting to glitch around when she is tweaking also seems funny to me, because duh she doesn’t get angry but she DOES start glitching.

But also during segs………… OOOOOOOOOOOO

One moment she has your legs thrown over her shoulders, suddenly you see her fade into all different types of colors and now your legs are pressed up against your chest with her face buried in your pussy….. I am very much normal this. Very. Normal. About. This.

[celuere]

sorry if this has been asked before (tho I'm sure it wasn't but idk) but what do you think will happen to arle once the markings of her curse get to all of her body?? I mean there was that one voiceline or smth in her profile about it, but I'm really curious what your thoughts on it would be ‼️

Also maybe the markings shrinking little by little after spending more and more time with reader..??

Idk its probably impossible but like 😔😔😔

Not a request per ce, just random thoughts

That is actually such a good question! I did think about this from time to time and i have two different scenarios in mind:

1. her heart slowly gives out once the curse reaches it, giving her a slow and insanely painful death

2. she straight up looses her mind along with the ability to stay in her human form, turning her into a corrupted puppet of the abyss. But not wiping her memories out for good, she‘d hesitate when it came down to hurting the HotH and her s/o. She’d still recognize your beautiful face, what the ring on your hand truly meant.

I wished hyv would have given us more intel on he curse and what it actually is, what it‘s purpose is etc so I really hope things get cleared up in a future second story quest😞 but what gives me some hope is the fact that arle herself stated it that if the curse does reach her heart someday, she will not go down without a fight so there’s that- I just hope hyv won’t pull a signora on her.

[celuere]

i yearn to spread the kujou sara agenda!! i feel like cause shes so touchstarved, she'd be the most gentle lover ever. anything she learns about you, she will cradle it near her heart and hold it gently since its so dear to her. whenever she holds your hand, she holds it do gently and will always ask to do anything!

and she would always be so willing to do anything for you, you intitate a kiss, she'd probably combust on spot. kujou sara is so peak to me, i need her hangout quest....

also headcanon that kujou sara likes to wrap her wings around you since she likes to hold your body against hers and hear your heartbest. as a solider and general, she is used to hearing heartbeats stopping within seconds, the only intimacy she ever shared before you was probably being almost killed so just holding you and hearing your soft breathes and steady heartbeat will be her lullaby to sleep.

she's always been a protector so suddenly being protected by you, makes her heart leap a thousand steps. her father always spoke harsh words against her so she was used to it but seeing you stand up for her made her admire and love you more.

she cherishes every touch even as simple as your pinkys touching, it will.make her ears go red and yearn for her. shes so used to admiring from far and holding herself back from enjoying plesantries that the idea of finally being able to hold something and love and the love being returned feels so foriegn.

ofc that also means you constantly call her loving nicknames and whisper i love yous to her daily so she gets used to it. she struggled a bit but slowly she let herself be loved by you.

ANON YOU COOKED SO HARD WITH THIS I NEVER ONCE THOUGHT ABOUT SARA LIKE THAT????? It seems so in character for as well, like always keeping your close to her heart, never once letting you down AAAAAAAAHWBQBWBAB HYV WE NEED MORE KUJUO SARA CONTENT!!!!! Maybe I will write some headcanons for her later because this is JUST SCRUMPTIOUS. Imagine her allowing you to grooming her wings and abewnnenwnkwjw SO GOOD. THANK YOU ANON.

[celuere]

I didn't know you were german Alba. I think you only mentioned it once on this blog but it's a nice suprise. I don't know many german wlw content creators. If any at all. Not to mention any my age. Makes me feel less lonely.

Yeah there are pretty much only a few german writers to none ESPECIALLY in the wlw scene, like why are my german gays😞 the ones I know/knew where either problematic and/or just pretty rude people ANYWAYS GERMAN GIRLIES HMU ICH WARTE!!!!!!

[celuere]

will you be writing more mavuika content?

Definitely will, I love her as a character and archon her backstory is just- so unique in my opinion? I also have a thing for strong women so there’s that….😻 while we‘re at it- send mavuika requests in!

[celuere]

I was going through my liked posts so I could make a personal masterlist of my favorite fanfiction, and I was genuinely surprised to see how many of your works were on the list! They popped up infrequently enough that I wasn't following your blog (I sure as hell am now), but they're literally half of the fics in the Arlecchino section.

Speaking of, are you still planning on continuing the Arlecchino x Pierro's daughter reader fic? I genuinely hope you do, it's absolute gold.

Hi sweetie! Sadly I don’t have ANY idea how I should continue the arle x pierros daughter series, I also have other projects I’d rather focus on😞 maybe when I have a moment of enlightenment I will get back to it but as of now it’s currently on hold, i‘m really sorry to disappoint💔

[celuere]

hiiii, have you already written clorivia fanfics? or if u have any idea about ppl who have good ones i would really appreciate the recs!!! mwah<333

Hi Anon! I sadly haven’t written any clorivia fanfics yet, but I also never saw one here on tumblr (gotta change that), so I’m sorry to disappoint💔