#i make it so we were looking through Lucio's eyes

[prime-adeptus]

the lucio nation army has decided to back off (same anon as before- hiya~) and now we feast. how about some cassidy cuddles?

FIVE MORE MINUTES – COLE CASSIDY X READER

Soft is the very last word he’d use to describe himself, but you know it for sure: your Cole Cassidy is a total softie. 

CONTENT.⠀gender-neutral reader. just fluff. Cass calls you 'sweetheart' and refers to you as his partner. ~0,6k words

NOTES.⠀I'm so sorry for this horrendously late response LOL it's been a busy week. Here's a sleepy, clingy Cassidy for the soul <3

You don’t think Cole realises just how affectionate he is.

A pat on the back, a gentle clasp on the shoulder after a job well done, a noogie if he’s feeling playful. He’s changed a lot over the years, but he’s still the same man you love. He’s carefree, keeping tension off the air with his chatter. He’s close to the rookies, putting up with Hana’s teasing jabs or going through one of Zarya’s ‘easier’ regimens. He trains at the shooting range with Fareeha every Thursday. He tries to help Baptiste with whatever he can, even if he’s more distracting than helpful.

He’s not shy with physical affection—that much is obvious. He’s more careful with his superiors (as he should be, you think bemusedly) but with you?

Total free rein.

He kisses your cheek every morning, greeting you with a good morning, sugar that never fails to elicit a reaction from you. He kisses your forehead every night, holds you close against his chest as his fingers dance across your skin until you both fall asleep. He likes having his arm around your waist, loves letting your hands brush together when you walk side by side.

Soft is the very last word he’d use to describe himself, but you know it for sure: your Cole Cassidy is a total softie. 

If it were any other time, you’d tease him for it, but your love for him consumes your being entirely. You let the innate desire for him to be yours, heart, mind and soul, grow stronger every time he glances your way. You want to be the only one who gets to see him like this—asleep, at peace, at home. He’ll call you a sap if you ever say these things out loud, but the redness at the tips of his ears will betray him. Much like the smile on his face will.

The morning sun shines and peeks through the gap between the curtains as the day begins its course. Cole grumbles something in his sleep, not quite ready to start the day just yet, and languidly pulls himself closer to your body. You can feel his chest against your back, rising and falling with each breath he takes. It falls into a rhythm that lulls you into a state of tranquillity, but as much as you’d like to stay here, there’s a lot of work to catch up with today.

Begrudgingly, you push yourself into a sitting position. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can rest, right?

“Cass,” you whisper, gently shaking him awake. “Get up.”

He blinks one eye open, his brows furrowed until his gaze lands on you. Relaxing and sinking deeper into the sheets, he wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you back down. An endearing chuckle rumbles in his chest at the surprised yelp you let out.

“It’s our day off, sweetheart.” Sleep is still evident in his voice as he speaks. He leans forward to press a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. “Work can wait.”

You sigh in mock exasperation, though you don’t make an effort to pry his arm off your waist. “You promised to help out Torbjörn and Baptiste today, remember?”

“No clue what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Cass.”

“Hmm.”

You bite back a smile. “You’re gonna prove Hana right, y’know. About you being a lazy bum.”

“Can’t I just spend the morning in bed with my partner?” His complaint is more playful than it is of genuine upset. With how close you are to him, figuratively and literally, you can just tell that he’s in a good mood. “Come on, sweetheart. Five more minutes.”

And his five more minutes will turn into ten more, fifteen more until someone inevitably comes to look for one of you and rings the buzzer at the door. It’s never five more minutes with him, but as he peppers soft kisses from your neck to the curve of your shoulder, you think you don’t mind spending the entire morning like this.

#anonymous #all #cole cassidy x reader #overwatch x reader #cassidy x reader #q

[to-the-stars8]

Twin Flames

Asra x MC Summary: The final argument that results in Asra leaving, and you all alone.

“There is a ship leaving in an hour,” Asra said, eyes panicked and pleading. “Come with me, it is all I'll ever ask of you again. For me.”

At one point, Asra could have asked you for the world, and you would have given it to him. Now, as you looked at him, you decided not. There had been too many lonely nights thinking over the same broken promise, and you would not fall deeper into his pit of distant love. 

Yet, you knew that, if you came to it, there would be no worry. Asra would take care of you, and the two of you could lay under a tree in a foreign land in each other's arms. You felt dread at the thought. It was a tragedy that all the hope in the beginning had come down to disappointment and frustration. It exhausted you, wearing your mind thin. As it did his. You could see it, the way the weight of your distance and separate desires carried him down. 

Sucking in a breath and averting your eyes, you listened to the silence of the city. It once bloomed with excitement, and it had been so loud that it made you feel alive. Then, the plague had swept through so fast, killing it. It made you want to stay despite your love’s cries to run. Whether you desired to save the constant excitement so you would feel a little less alone, or the good nature you liked to think you had, you did not wish to know. 

“Leave if you must,” You said. “But do not ask this of me.”

Asra’s eyes were filled with tears, but he refused to acknowledge them. He shook his head. “Please, you have to—For me. You forget that you promised to always be with me.”

Anger tore through you. He dared to say that when he left you alone so often. Scoffing, you stepped away from him as you were afraid of what your rage would make you do. You began to cry, and a thousand curses passed through your mind. You wanted to hate Asra, to be able to cast him aside, but he had loved you so well and deeply despite the shortcomings. 

“You—” You sucked in a breath. “You cannot expect me to uphold a promise you never kept.”

“I have asked for your forgiveness a thousand times, and will do so a thousand more if you wish.” Asra looked ready to beg on his hands and knees. “You must come. People here are dying like flies, and will die before I let you suffer the same!”

“Then I hope we burn on the same pile of bodies so we will never part again,” The words did not feel like yours. They were heavier, darker. 

You regarded one another silently before Asra could no longer hold himself up. He collapsed onto the couch, head in hand. You did not move toward him. 

“Please,” Asra whispered. “For me.”

“You are selfish,” You said. 

Asra looked like a kicked dog, but your sorrow and anger would not allow any pity. No, you almost felt justified to hurt him, as nasty as it felt to admit. Either way, he did not deny your words. “You are not the only person in this city. I can help people here—I have the means to.”

Asra stood again, rushing to you with arms out and palms up, confused. “And what then, hm? If you find the cure do you think Lucio would let you be regarded as the hero?”

“No! How can you not understand?” You faced him now, eye to eye. “These are our friends! People that have been part of our lives for years—”

“Damn them all! None of them matter if they are not you,” He cried, grabbing at you desperately.  

“You would say that of Muriel? ” You yelled. 

Asra scoffed before turning his back on you. On his shoulders Faust curled tight around him, unused to her master’s anger and yours. “You know I did not mean that. I have offered for Muriel to come with us, but he is safe outside the walls of the city.”

You did not wish to say he was right, so you quieted. Wiping your eyes, you let your anger finally resolve and reach for him. When your hand met his shoulder, Asra jerked away, eyes turning to narrow onto you. 

“Asra,” You said. “I am going to stay. Leave, it will give me comfort to know that you are safe. My heart will always be with you. Please know that.”

His face was like stone. Unchanged from the hate that was plastered on his face from the moment he turned to you.

“I wish I had never met you,” Asra gritted out before rushing out the shop door. 

Your love for Asra gnawed painfully at your stomach. It yearned to call out for him. Beg for his forgiveness. Forgive me, you wanted to say. Forgive me for the choices I want to make, and do not hate me for it. 

You didn’t know how long you stood there staring at the door. Though, by the time your senses had returned the night had turned into day by then, an orange hue coming into the shop through the stained glass window.

Still, you did not move as the sun's rays poured into your corner of the world. Compared to before, it seemed so small. Almost suffocatingly so. And, now the shop was quieter than you thought possible.

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[themushroomgoesyeet]

For the first installment of this series, let's start with something easy!

Arcana characters as Disney princesses/princes

Julian - Flynn Rider/Eugene

These two are so similar istg

Dashing, dramatic, swashbuckling rogues with dry humor and a secret, insecure soft side?

The only difference between them is one is ginger with an eye patch and the other isn't

Honestly Eugene would probably be a good pick for a voice hc tbh

Oh hey they're both orphans with big brother vibes too look at that

Asra - Elsa

White hair? Check. Water-related magic? Check. orphans? Check. Unconditional fashion style that doesn't really match everyone else but still looks drop-dead gorgeous regardless? Check

Both of them also have familial abandonment issues and feel the need to isolate themselves from the people they love instead of confronting the problem smh

I will admit their romantic interests are a bit different, with Asra being bisexual and Elsa either being a lesbian or aro/ace at best

Both of them have also been described to have seductive singing voices 👀

Nadia - Princess Jasmine

We👏stan👏 headstrong 👏 independent 👏 middle eastern- inspired👏queens👏here👏

Ngl Jasmine is one of my favorite Disney princesses & she & Nadia would definitely hit it off

Both feel stuck in their respective lives while also wanting to rule, and try to take action for themselves whenever they can

Also both of them would look absolutely stunning in an outfit swap

Muriel - Hercules

Honey you mean HUNK-ules

I know Hercules isn't technically a Disney prince but he fits Muriel too well

Big and strong but shy and genuine at heart? Hell yeah

Their reactions to fame are a little bit different but they are the same when it comes to falling in love; both are so gentle and genuinely caring, and can't stop gushing about their partner

Also amazing idols for how men are supposed to treat women - a.k.a with respect

Both have a heathy amount of respect for their partners modesty (even when said partner is trying to seduce them on purpose), as well as their partners autonomy to make their own decisions

Not to mention they both have estranged families that they didn't know about, and a supportive animal companion

Portia - Rapunzel

I know some of you might be thinking "why not Merida? They look so alike with their frizzy mop of ginger hair!" Well, dear chat, let me explain

While they may look similar, Portia and Merida do not act similar. Merida is rebellious, headstrong, and airheaded, fighting her loved ones on everything and doing what she wants regardless of the consequences until said consequences come back to bite her in the butt. Portia on the other hand, while also headstrong, is spunky, kind, and takes others feelings and opinions into account instead of doing the first daring thing that comes into her head

Which brings me to Rapunzel. Admittedly, Rapunzel is a lot more sheltered and inexperienced about the world than Portia was but they are still kindred spirits. Curious, spunky, headstrong, kind, compassionate, and unafraid to fight for themselves.

They're ready to take on the world even if they don't know enough about it

Both also have evil and manipulative family members (ik Mother Gothel isn't Rapunzel's family; she was still the one who raised Rapunzel & Rapunzel considered her family long enough for it to count in this situation)

Both also meet love interests who guide them through the part of the world that's unknown to them, be it magic for Portia or the world as a whole for Rapunzel

Lucio - Merida

remember all those traits I listed for Merida? Yeah Lucio fits those

Merida and Lucio may be hella good warriors, but boy are they stupid sometimes

Both also have mommy issues™

Both are also wildly inexperienced with magic and should really be more cautious about it

Both just go "oopsies" and expect everything to be fine because of their status when it's never fine

Can you tell yet that these two bother me lol

Both were brought up in a Scottish-sounding culture and you can't change my mind

#the arcana #the arcana game #arcana #count lucio #muriel of the kokhuri #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #julian devorak #asra alnazar #the arcana as _

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Heya! We recently got back into the arcana after having distanced for a few years, and I have been playing Muriel's route.

Well I fell in love again, along with a lot of our system, and we were wondering, if you could use the prompt of "M6 finds out MC is a system" or something like that? If you in have trouble finding information that can help, looking up DID can help get a good grip on systemhood!

If you don't feel comfortable with that I have a back up since we do want to suggest a prompt "M6 reacts to MC age regressing" if you haven't done that? I'd imagine Lucio's would be absolutely amazing and hilarious.

The Arcana HCs: When MC Age Regresses

~ @selfcarecollective I went with the age regression prompt, if only because that's something I'm a bit more familiar with! I hope you enjoy these ^.^ - brainrot ~

-- for writing purposes, MC is age regressing in their shared space with the M6 because they feel safe and supported enough to do so, but haven't gotten around to telling M6 about it yet. this can be read with the M6 being either a romantic or platonic partner, however, ALL INTERACTIONS ARE PURELY PLATONIC WHILE MC IS IN THIS HEADSPACE. thank you ^.^ --

Julian

Genuinely terrified

Here is what he knows: something has happened.

He does not know what that something is, or why it's resulted in you acting and speaking like a child, but he can tell it's not fake and he doesn't like the way you start to get upset when he asks about it

Which is right about when his protective older brother instincts kick in. He doesn't know why you seem to be working with a child's brain, but he knows how to take care of kids

And he's definitely committed to taking care of you

Finds that the best way to calm you down (and to calm himself down) is to wrap you up in a nice, safe, long hug

Starts asking gentler, simpler questions about what you need and works with that

He quickly finds that you're very receptive to being entertained, so he launches into the first story he can think of

You both quickly get caught up in said story, and that's how you end up bundled in blankets on the couch while he paces the room and soaks up all your reactions to his tall tale

Spends three days buried in all the age regression information he can find and emerges with a five page list of questions

Asra

Low-key thinks it's a fun game at first and just goes with it

Until you stub your toe playing hide-and-go-seek in the closed shop and start honest-to-goodness crying in a ball on the floor

Okay now they're a little worried, that's not your usual behavior

Step 1: double check that touch is ok

Step 2: ask to hold your foot and then do a flashy magic spell to make the pain go away

Step 3: scold the shop counter for getting in the way of your poor toes and watch you start to giggle

Step 4: cuddle you close and use the safety to try to get a read on what's happening in your head through your bond

Step 5: quietly realize that your mind is reverted to a young state and resolve to give you the happiest glimpse of childhood he can

What follows is them taking the rest of the day/night off to spoil you and snuggle you and listen to you and do all sorts of silly things to make you smile

Yes, this includes covering yourselves (and the shop by extension) in glow-in-the-dark paint

Yes, this includes Faust playing peek-a-boo with you until you laugh yourself sick

Nadia:

She's not proud of it, but the first place her mind flickers to is the off chance that you're mocking her in some way

After spending her entire life trying not to be associated with childish things, seeing you acting in such a way touches on relational insecurities that she's trying to leave in the dust

This concern only lasts for maybe two seconds, though, because a quick look into your eyes tells her you're not faking anything

Well, she does love to care for you

She's still learning how to play the support role when it comes to emotional connection, but she thrives on the opportunity to physically provide for you

You seem like you could use some comfort. She can do that

She calls for your favorite food, she cradles you on her lap, she gently smooths your hair out of your face and wraps you in her softest blankets

And she talks with you. Just talks, not a discussion around improvement plans or a philosophical heart-to-heart. She finds out what your favorite color is and which part of her face you like most

Her first question when you're back to your usual self is how best to care for you like that in the future

Muriel:

Immediately notices you slipping but doesn't breathe a word because he wants to know what's happening before he does anything about it

Okay, this seems fine, you're clearly in a very child-like state of mind (he's had enough flashbacks to have a rough idea of what that's like) but you seem content and happy

Why are you smiling at him like that

Why are you climbing into his lap

Wait no no no don't curl up and go to sleep on his chest, he still isn't sure what's going on with you, what if he somehow hurts you while you're vulnerable like this??

Okay, you're just resting. And you seem extra happy when he holds you close and safe. ... and you're looking at the carving he's working on like you want to play with it

Well ... if it makes you smile ...

A few hours later, Muriel has unlocked several new skills: giving the carvings names. Giving the carvings individual voices. Helping you build an elaborate plot about the carvings' adventures

He eventually convinces you to get off his lap by having Inanna lie on top of you instead. She now considers you her pup

Does begin a new collection of carvings, specifically for you to enjoy next time you're in that headspace

Portia:

Baffled

But somehow instinctively knows what to do

She can tell right away from the way you're holding yourself to the change in your speaking patterns that your head isn't in the space it usually is. She just wants to make sure that that's a good thing

Also, you're oddly adorable like this

She'll ask you a few basic questions, but her nurturing instincts are strong, so as soon as she has a rough idea of what's going on she's jumping straight into gentle older sister mode

Will find a quiet, grounding activity to do with you so you can stay focused on something soothing while she keeps interacting with you and keeping tabs on your physical and mental state

She makes cookies (has it been mentioned that she stress bakes? she stress bakes) and has the time of her life rolling them out with you, making different shapes and counting chocolate chips

Pepi goes out of her way to lean on you and purr whenever she gets the chance so you stay extra grounded and safe

When you're back in your normal headspace, she's going to ask you about it first before trying to do any research. She wants to focus her efforts on your specific experience more than anything

Lucio

It's a good thing this is happening during down time or he would be beside himself with panic

He's still panicking a little, of course, but since you seem happy and uninjured and since Mercedes and Melchior aren't acting up he figures that this is just normal magician weirdness

He comes to the conclusion that you had an accident with a spell and now you have your child brain instead of your normal brain

Oh CRAP he's not good with kids, he knows he's not good with kids, he wants you to be happy, what does he do???

He tries asking you a few panicked questions, but it only seems to be distressing you and he hates seeing you upset

Sweets. Kids like sweets. He also likes sweets. And you don't seem like you're about to scold him for blowing his budget ...

He takes your hand in his non-metal one, throws a hooded cape over you that he knows you like, and marches you through the town until he finds the closest bakery

The rush of joy he feels from watching you light up at getting to pick as many sweets as you want is unrivaled

And watching you play tag and giggle with the dogs is even sweeter while you work off the resulting sugar high

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[ghostlyycookies]

✩ magical menace ✩

@celestialwrites for dialogue prompts

sfw very, very spicy at end wc: 1,055 pairing: gn!apprentice reader x Lucio summary: Count Lucio summons you for another meeting, and you begrudgingly agree attend with intentions that lead to something more. a/n: an au universe where the plague caused a massive quarantine in the city. Lucio has no affiliations with the Devil but knowledge of the Arcana.

You scoffed at your surroundings. Did the Count of Vesuvia really think these stone walls could hold you back? You hoped he didn’t, otherwise he was truly a fool.

While you waited for Lucio, you looked out the narrow window of his office. There wasn’t much to see. The city streets were bare except for a few merchants that were knocking on doors to deliver orders for their customers.

“Oh Lucio, however are you going to fix this?” You tsked, sensing his presence.

“I-um, how did you know I was here?” Lucio walked to you and frowned. He drew the curtains that separated his office from the hallway and closed the door behind him.

Shrugging your shoulders, you replied, “you have a unique aura whenever you are in a room. It isn’t hard to figure it out.” You turned around and crossed your arms over your chest, looking at him straight in the eyes.

“Enough,” Lucio commanded, lifting a hand in front of you. “You and I have to talk about…this.” He motioned to the window. “The plague.”

“We magicians can only do so much, you know. We’re not invincible or have a solution for everything.” You replied. “I’ve told you this many times.”

“But you and Asra do!” Lucio countered. “I know about your ties with the Arcana and how they can fuse their powers to you. Use it.” His face turned red when you gave him a knowing look.

This wasn’t the first time Lucio called you into his private office, and it wasn’t going to be his last. The past couple times he pulled you in were for simple problems, such as getting rid of the insects in his menagerie, or dust for his allergies. Soon his calls increased and with each one came with added tension. The Count was easily flustered by the simplest compliment you gave him and tried his best to be humble. If compliments weren’t exchanged, then it was small arguments that you always won.

As time passed, you noticed that Lucio started to give into some of your friendly demands such as sitting down on a chair to listen to him, pick up your tarot cards that you “dropped” or ask him to look into your eyes to see how serious you were. It was an odd yet exciting to see him like that. You knew you had power over, but wanted to use it at the right time.

“Unfortunately, love, Asra isn’t here. There needs to be two of us to go into the magical realm, or to even get in contact with the Arcana.” You said simply, giving him a pointed look. Lucio’s eyes twitched as you spoke.

Love. When was the last time Nadia called him that?

“S-stop it,” he said, flustered. “If you don’t do anything I’ll burn your shop down!”

“Can you break the protection spell, love?” You lightly taunted, striding to him. You gave him a heated look, not because you were angry, but because you were amused. Feeling embarrassed, Lucio tried to call for his beloved pups, hoping to intimidate you. Instead, you locked the door and pulled him in front of you with the flick of your fingers. Out of instinct, Lucio grabbed a dagger hidden in his jacket and hovered it in front of your throat. He pinned you against a wall with his body and had one of his knees separating your legs. With his golden fingers on his other hand, he wrapped them around your wrists above your head so you were trapped.

“My goodness,” you breathed, “did Nadia get this type of attention from you?”

“Don’t make me.” He warned. You knew Lucio was restraining himself, rejecting his desire to slash your throat because this visit wasn’t going his way.

Not afraid, you threaded your fingers through his blond hair and cooed, “my little Count Lucio.” For a moment, Lucio leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and relished the feeling of your nimble digits changing from his hair to the side of his neck. It felt natural compared to Nadia’s touch, which felt forced and cold. His hold on his dagger loosened, and when he felt it nearly fell from his fingers, he open his eyes and regained his composure.

He brought the blade back to your skin. “Stop it.”

“Hmm? I didn’t catch that.” You inquired, faking ignorance, “I think the noise was just—” Lucio’s hold on his dagger didn’t move. Instead, he brought his face in front of yours and interrupted your taunt.

“Kiss me.”

“You have a dagger to my throat, love.” You purred. Lucio gently thrusted his knee up, caressing your pulsing center.

“And?” Lucio laughed. “It’s not like that can stop you, you menace.”

Using a shield spell, you engulfed yourself in protective light, making him bounce back. There was nothing but a sliver of light between your lips.

“T-that’s not fa—” he whined. He wanted you. And you wanted him. “Why are you being this way?”

“You want me?” After Lucio eagerly nodded his head, you made him fall on his knees by waving your hand down which he didn’t resist. You dropped the protection spell made him hover face to face, gently lifting up his head by putting your fingers under his chin. With your lips just a few centimeters away from his, you demanded quietly, “you have to earn me, little Count.”

“I will do anything you say,” Lucio pleaded, trying to break through your magical grip. “Kneel, compliment, kiss, make love to you...” His voice trailed. “Just let me have you.”

You shook your head, undeterred by his reasons. “My little Count, you have to do much more than that to earn me.” You countered. Lucio shivered with excitement and anger. His eyes betrayed his sexual frustration as he begged to touch you. When you let him go, he held your throat with his natural hand and had his golden one at your collarbone. He slowly made a small cut in the middle of your throat and shoulder, licking each drop of blood that came out of your wound.

“Like this?” Lucio growled in your ear.

You sighed as he licked your skin and nodded your head. “Yes, my love.” You moaned and pressed your finger on his, making him cut deeper. “Just like that.”

ending inspired by @demigoddessqueens

#the arcana #the arcana lucio x reader #the arcana writing #the arcana x reader #lucio x reader #count lucio x reader #lucio morgasson #lucio morgasson x reader

[tonberry-yoda]

Could I request Asra getting jealous because Lucio keeps flirting with his so at the masqarde.

Oh my goodness, of course you can! I literally love this idea so so much and this is my first time writing for the Arcana her on tumblr, so thank you so much for asking this! <3

Jealousy - Asra Alnazar

Pairing - Asra Alnazar x reader

Warnings - asra being too gosh dang hot, but other than that, nothing

Word Count - 1,169

Notes - thank you super duper much for the request! this was so much fun to write! have a super awesome day, anon! also, italics in dialogue mean whispering

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

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“Are you ready, my love?” Asra placed his hand on your back, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. His lips were always so warm. “Of course I am. Are you ready?” “Ready to see Lucio talk about himself for thirty minutes about how happy he is that we all came to his birthday celebration? Oh, I'm all geared up.” You giggled as you lightly smacked Asra’s arm. “What?! You can't be mad at me! That selfish prick just adores talking about himself.” “Think of the food Asra. The free food.” “Oh, dear, you have just got me all pumped up for this ball.” You laughed as you watched Asra speed up, his dress flying behind him. “Well, are you coming or not?” “Of course I am!” You ran forward, grabbing Asra’s hand, walking into the giant castle. Something about the town of Vesuvia was so magical. It always felt like something out of a fairy tail. And to be there with Asra had you through the roof. You loved that man more than anyone. His bright white hair that seemed to glitter in the sun. His lips that looked like they were always covered in dewdrops. He was an angel. You would always think why he chose you, but you thanked the stars he did. The way he looked at you gave you butterflies. You wouldn't give him up for the world.

“Damn,” Asra giggled, holding you by the waist as you stood in front of him. “Lucio’s still talking. I was hoping we could make it after his dumb speech.” “We’re never that lucky, darling.” “I know. Never. Good entertainment, I suppose.” “You suppose.” You snorted and Asra got down to your level, his warm breath brushing against your ear. “I'm going to grab us some drinks from the other room. Behave, okay?” You cupped his face and turned around, your nose pressed against his. “Don't tell me to behave, Asra. You behave.” You pressed a small kiss against his lips, making him melt. You pulled away, your lips slightly sticking to his. “Darling, don't do that or we are never going to get our drinks.” He licked his lips and walked away, making you swoon. God, how did he do it?

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“Okay, but consider-” “Ilya, I'm busy. Maybe another time?” Asra tried pushing past a crowd, having difficulty getting away from his conversation with Julian that struck at the punch bar. Why did he have to be so nice? “Asra, please! I just want to see you conjure a rabbit or something!” “For the last time, Ilya,” Asra turned around, his whole outfit flying around him. “My magic doesn't work like that! Now can I please, for the love of everything holy and good, please get by?!” The whole room went quiet and cleared out of the way for Asra. He walked by, his face turning a dark shade of crimson that was thankfully covered by his mask. “Well let me know when it can, Asra!” “Shut up, Ilya!”

When Asra finally got around everyone, which felt like an eternity, he nearly dropped both of the drinks in his hands at the gruesome sight he had to put his beautiful blue eyes upon. Lucio and you were standing in a corner together, drinks already in hand, talking. Asra’s blood was boiling.

---

You were laughing at some stupid joke that Lucio made when you turned over to see Asra looking at you, tears clearly in his eyes. His hands were clenched, making the drinks he was holding bend a little. You didn't even notice that Lucio was still talking to you. Everything felt muffled. Did Asra think something else was going on? You went to step away, but Lucio grabbed your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going? We still have a lot to talk about! Like that stunning regalia you have on!” You looked back to where Asra was standing, but he left. “Lucio, I just have to run to the restroom. I'll be back.” “Alright! Don't take too long!”

You ran all over that castle. Where could he have gone? You weren't about to give up though. You couldn't leave Asra in that state.

As you went to turn a corner, you felt yourself bump into someone. Someone tall. “Julian! Oh thank god you’re here! Have you seen Asra anywhere?” “Asra? Uh… I was talking to him earlier… And then a couple of minutes ago, I saw him holding his mask heading in that direction.” Julian stuck out his thin finger down a long empty hallway. You couldn't believe you did this to Asra. “Asra!” You found him sitting in the courtyard that took you much too long to find even though it was just at the end of the long hall. “Hello, love.” “That earlier, it wasn't what it looked like.” “Hm?” Asra looked up after digging in his bag for a few moments, the moon shimmering off of his most beautiful features, making you fall in love all over again. “Oh that? Oh, I know. It was nothing, right? I know it wasn't! You would never do anything like that to me.” You tilted your head. “Asra… are you okay?” “Just peachy, my love. Just peachy.” He dug in his bag again and finally pulled out something with a smile. “Faust, you don't have venom, do you?” “Nope!” “Ah, damn.” “Asra,” you sat next to him, scooting his bangs out of his eyes. “I'm sorry.” “What are you sorry for? Lucio needs to be the one to apologize for trying to flirt with you. The dumbass looked idiodic. Though I do accept your apology. Even if I think it's ridiculous that you decided to take a drink from him.” “So you’re not mad?” “Oh, no, I'm pissed. Very much so. Not at you though, love. Not at you.” Asra pressed a kiss on your forehead and turned to Faust. “What do you think we should do to Lucio, Faust?” Faust slithered away, coming back with a stick. “Poke!” “Love, you don't have anything sharp on you, by any chance?” “Asra!” “I'm kidding. I can just poison his drink.” “Asra!” Asra giggled and pulled you close, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “All just jokes, my dear.” You played with the back of his dress with a smile and he rubbed circles into the small of your back, humming softly. “I feel bad though, Asra.” “Oh, don't you dare. Though,” Asra pulled away, his smile turning to a sly smirk. “I think you should reconsider before you talk to Lucio,” he pulled you close, putting his lips against your ear. “Or you’re going to be in big trouble next time.” He pressed a kiss on your earlobe and pulled away, walking back towards the castle. All while you stood there with a red face. The sly bastard knew you weren't going to leave him, so he teased you for it. You couldn't help but love him though. Especially because of that.

#asra alnazar #asra #asra alnazar x reader #asra x reader #the arcana #the arcana x reader #asra the arcana #asra alnazar the arcana #x reader #request #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #my writing

[apriltearsbringmayfears]

M6 helping the Mc get over a dream where their s/o died? I love the angst you write btw

~M6 helping MC get over a dream where their s/o died~

// Hello!! I had lots of fun with this one, I even added the dream/nightmare prompt below. Hope you like it, thank you for making a request <3 //

The dream/nightmare-

The middle of the colosseum echoes, the skittering of red beetles are coming from the outside. You look down to see your darling in the middle, as if they are about to be judged. To your right is the Devil, his grin wide as can be, “Tell me, MC...what would you do if I came back? Took them away? Left you alone? Besides...you are just a fool.” The skittering beetles come pouring in like wave, knocking your love to the ground and out of sight. The only thing that remains is a tattered piece of their clothing...

Asra:

You wake up already in his arms, he could tell right away something was amiss

His eyebrows are furrowed, “MC, are you okay? What’s wrong”

He helps you sit up and catch a breath

You tell him what you saw and he frowns

He can’t keep his hands off of you

Is afraid what will happen if he does, he can’t afford to let you go

“It’s okay MC...I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. The Devil himself couldn’t make me-”

Faust comes up to comfort you two

Cuddle Puddle

Nadia:

You wake up to Nadia gently brushing the side of your face

“Darling? Is everything okay, I noticed you weren’t sleeping well-”

You tell her what you saw and she sighs, her fingers grazing over your cheek

“Please do not worry, MC. I’m right here and won’t be going anywhere”, she’s says softly

She has you position your head on her lap, her hand running through your hair and massaging your scalp

She calls for the servants to make some lavender tea

You spend the rest of the night talking about the dream and what it could mean (if it means anything)

Julian:

He woke up before you, had a similar nightmare of his own

Was able to tell that you were having a nightmare, you were breathing heavy

He wakes you up, gently shaking your shoulder

“MC, MC!!! Are you okay-”, his voice filled with worry

He puts his hand on your forehead, “You’re really warm MC, let me get you a cool towel”

You tell him about you saw, he saw something vaguely similar

“Well lucky for us, my days of being on trial are over. He can’t hurt us anymore-”

Spends all night comforting you, gives you a shoulder massage

Starts telling you funny stories about his travels as a distraction

Muriel:

You wake up out of breathe, waking Muriel up with you

He notices something is wrong right away, brushing the side of your face

He cups your face in his hands, “MC, what wrong?”

His face is red with worry

You tell him about what you saw

His eyes sadden and he stays silent

He pulls you close, his hand around your waist and the other cradling your head

He lays a kiss on your forehead

Inanna senses what's going on comes over to the bed, joining in on the love

Portia:

You wake up to Pepi’s meows, her paws lightly treading on you and Portia on the bed

Portia yawns, rubbing her eyes and looks at you

“Pepi it’s not eve-”, she can tell somethings off

“MC, are you alright?”

She scoots herself closer, putting a hand on your cheek

“You’re warm, sweetheart. Whats wrong?” 

You tell her what you saw and she frowns, tears forming in her eyes

She pulls you to here chest, “Those beetles won’t get me for as long as I live MC, and they won’t reach you either”

She covers your face with light kisses

Lucio:

You wake up abruptly, Lucio still asleep besides you

Melchior and Mercedes begin whimpering and poking his shoulder with their noses, finally waking him up

They never do this, so he knows something is wrong

Turning over, he can tell you’re not okay

“What’s wrong, my dear?”, he puts his arm around you and pulls you close

You tell him what you saw and his face goes white

His eyebrows furrow, “That goat can try if he wants, but he has nothing on me and you-”

He smirks, he fingers tracing your shoulder before pulling you up into his lap, “Besides, we have two wonderful guard dogs”

Melchior and Mercedes wag their tails, softly barking in agreement

#the arcana #asra the magician #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #the arcana muriel #portiathearcana #the arcana lucio #i hope this makes sense #imverytired #i have an exam tomorrow #the arcana headcanons

[bakuliwrites]

Venerate- Lucio Morgasson x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationship: Lucio Morgasson x Reader (Background Julian x Lucio x Reader)

Summary: Lucio wants to make sure you understand how beautiful you are and how much your body deserves to be celebrated. He also decides to help you out with a bit of a quandary you've found yourself in.

Tags: Female Apprentice, Smut, Fluff, PIV, Lactation K*nk, Breastfeeding, Comfort S*x, Praise K*nk, Body Worship

Read here in this post or over on my AO3

You groan, sitting on the edge of your bed as you carefully peel your blouse away from your chest. Each brush of your arm against your bosom sends waves of dull pain through you. You sharply suck in a breath as your wrist grazes your tender nipple, cursing quietly as you finally slip out of your clothing. Joyously, you had volunteered to be a surrogate for Asra and Muriel when they announced they had wanted to start a family together. You knew what you were getting into and had read up on all the pain and uncomfortable side-effects of pregnancy, so you had been well-prepared for that. Plus, you and Asra had had some magic tricks up your sleeves to help alleviate some of the discomfort. When it was finally time to give birth, again you’d been as prepared as you could be (though no one is ever really ready for that). But what you hadn’t been anticipating was the pain of trying to wean a baby off of nursing. It's only day one and you are positively miserable.

You’d parted from Muriel and Asra’s a little while ago, leaving them to be with their little bundle of joy. All you longed for on your return home to the palace was the warmth of a bubble bath and a good night’s sleep. But with every step you took, every gentle bounce of your breasts, followed radiating pain. You need to pump or do something before you can even think about letting them touch the water of a bath. Even just sitting there on the edge of the bed you can feel how horrendously sore they are.

Before you can think about what you're going to do next, your bedroom door bursts open and in waltzes Lucio, looking rather proud of himself. 

“Good evening, my dove,” he exclaims, exuberant as always, not noticing at first that you're half-clothed and morose. He kicks off his boots, slamming the door shut behind him, and tossing his furs across the back of one of the chaise lounges. 

“I have the most salacious story to tell you,” he begins, striding across the room to pour himself a drink from the crystal carafe you and Julian had bought him for your last anniversary, “I was enjoying my nightly constitutional around the grounds when suddenly, I heard a rustling sound in the bushes. I, being the courageous warrior that I am, immediately went to investigate, thinking that perhaps we had some intruders. I rounded the corner, ready to pounce, when I was greeted with an unfortunate eyeful-” As he whirls around from the mini-bar, he finally catches a glimpse of the discomfort on your face, your half-naked body greeting him.

“My precious gem, whatever is the matter?” he coos, uncharacteristically interrupting his gossip to fawn over your defeated self. 

“I’m quite miserable this evening, my darling,” you sigh, pouting as he sets his drink off to the side and draws you in close. As soon as his chest connects with yours, you hiss in pain, causing him to withdraw quickly.

“What’s wrong?” he panics, pale eyes darting between his chest and yours, “Did I poke you with one of my medals? I’m so sorry! I’ll get rid of them.” He struggles to pull his sash over his head, but manages to finagle it off and chuck it aside, where it lands on top of his furs with the metallic tinkle of his medallions clacking together. 

“I don’t think it was your medals, Lucio,” you giggle, his typical overreaction rather endearing, “I’m just a bit- sore.” A blush paints your cheeks, your eyes sheepishly glancing down. Suddenly, you feel embarrassed by your predicament, not wanting to bother Lucio with something you're sure he’ll find uninteresting, or strange even. Though, perhaps that isn’t a fair assumption. He’s changed a lot over the years.

Ever since you’d gotten pregnant, and even continuing on after the birth, Lucio has been extra protective of you. You're grateful for everyone’s help, certainly, but have been rather stupefied by Lucio’s reaction to the whole thing. It's been especially beneficial to have a doctor for a partner, but you hadn’t realized what a boon having a (former) count for a partner would be. Julian had obviously been at your beck and call throughout the process, making sure you and the baby are healthy and happy, ever eager to please. To your surprise, Lucio has also been rather ecstatic to help out, mainly in the way of spoiling you and making sure you have everything you need (and everything you don’t need, but perhaps want). It's been nice to see a softer, more caring side to him.

“Sore? Sore, how? Can I get you anything?” he speaks, kneeling in front of you, beginning to rapidly fire off questions. He offers to draw a bath, send for Julian (who's busy at his clinic that evening), massage you wherever it hurt (this he adds with a suggestive wink). He can procure delicious treats for you, and if you tell him the name of whoever it was that hurt you, he would most certainly take care of it, himself.

“No, no!” you cut that train of thought off before it goes too far, “No one hurt me. I’m just- well-” Heat radiates from your cheeks as you stare bashfully at him underneath hooded lashes. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them reassuringly.

“It’s okay, you can tell me,” he beams. Is this the same Lucio you met all those years ago? It seems impossible. But the loving look in his eyes assuages your fears and you find yourself explaining to him exactly what's wrong. He listens, oddly patient, until you’re finished. He's silent for a beat longer, before he looks up at you from where he kneels, an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“So, you’re telling me you need to just- release all that pressure?” he tries thoughtfully, trying to understand. You nod quietly, anxiety suddenly welling up inside you. You're worried he thinks that maybe this is strange, or unsightly. He's always so prim and proper when it comes to his appearance (though not in regards to anything else). A neat-freak, honestly. Your predicament feels messy and so not something Lucio would understand. 

“I was just going to figure it out myself,” you quickly add, shifting to get up and head towards the bathroom; but Lucio grips your hand tighter, a wordless plea for you to stay seated. His silence is driving you nuts. Lucio is never quiet, so it can only mean something bad. And then the corner of his thin lips curls up into a mischievous grin.

“Well, you know, we could wait for Jules to return from the clinic,” he speaks slowly, one of his sharp eyebrows quirking up, “He’d certainly know what to do. Or-” another devilish glint in his eyes, before he leans in close, lips centimeters from yours, his breath fanning across them, “I could help you out.” You feel your heart hammering behind your ribs, breath becoming shallow as Lucio captures your lips in his. His tongue hungrily slips past your parted lips, exploratory and warm. Is he suggesting what you think he's suggesting?

Gently, Lucio lays you back on the bed, silk sheets cool against your overheated skin. He makes quick work of removing the last of your clothing and abandoning his own. Propped up against the pillows, you watch as Lucio sidles up to you, stroking your flushed cheek with his thumb and taking one of your hands in his metal one. Already, he's erect, the tip of his member swollen and pink. 

“Is that what you want, my pet?” he practically purrs, gently kissing the back of your hand, throwing a kittenish side-eye your way, “For me to help you relieve that pressure?” You feel your folds growing wet, slick with arousal at Lucio’s sultry tones. Is this really something he want to do? Something you desperately want him to do? You hadn’t expected this predicament to spark some hidden desire in either of you, but here you are. There's no backing out now. 

“Yes,” you at long last breath, your voice catching in your throat.  

“Yes, what?” Lucio shoots back, assuming a commandeering pose where he sits beside you, puffing out his chest and straightening up. You like it when he takes control, since usually you're the one to wield it in the bedroom. Both he and Julian typically enjoy more submissive roles. It's nice to be the one in that position, every once in a while.  

“Yes, please, sir,” you correct, shivering as he ghosts his metal fingertips along your stomach. 

“Good girl,” he returns, highly pleased with himself, shifting so that he's now laying against the pillows and you're propped up against him. He draws you in closer, his erection pressing against the small of your back, a husky grunt reverberating through his chest as you teasingly roll your hips against it. With one hand tangled in your hair, Lucio yanks your head back, tilting your face up towards him to allow better access to your lips. 

“Patience, my dove,” he commands, donning a roguish smile, “I’d like to take my time tonight. I’d like to make sure your body gets the worship you so deserve.” Before you can say anything more, Lucio takes your mouth in his again, roughly this time, kisses sloppy and hard. You can feel your lips swelling with the ferocity of his passion. You're hardly able to get a breath in. Suddenly, pain shoots from your nipple, where Lucio has taken one of them between two of his metal fingers and tweaked it. You cry out from the sensation, 

“Aww, was that mean of me?” he mocks, a filthy smirk spreading across his angular face. You’d make him regret that if you weren’t at his mercy already. Besides, you like it when he teases you. You merely huff in mock disappointment, breath strained and chest heaving. Lucio leaves your mouth, peppering kisses along your jawline, craning your neck to one side so he can leave his love bites along it. 

“I shouldn’t tease so much. You’ve been working so very hard, all these months,” he croons between nips, “You deserve some pampering. Your body- it deserves celebrating.” A pitiful whine escapes your lips, one hand reaching up to grasp at the short hairs on the back of Lucio’s neck. He certainly knows how to spoil you. How to celebrate you. As selfish as he can be at times, he's always ecstatic to be able to flex his ability to indulge your needs, just as much as he likes indulging his own. 

“Tonight,” he breathes against your skin, pressing you even closer to him, “Your pleasure is my command. This body that has worked so tirelessly, carrying and providing for a young one, deserves veneration. Tonight, it’s my duty as your partner to make sure you are thoroughly ravished.” 

“Lucio,” you try, voice hitching in your throat, garnering a chuckle from him.

“Well, I might make you beg for it a little,” he adds, nudging your cheek with the tip of his nose, “Since I know that’s what you like.” 

With a breathy laugh, you lean your head against his shoulder, allowing Lucio to free his hand from your hair and trail it down to attend to your sore breasts. He takes them in his hands and massages them gently, trickles of white escaping from them as he kneads. 

“So heavy, my darling,” he growls, eliciting another pathetic whimper from you, which he seems to take great delight in, “So full. Let’s fix that.” 

With this, Lucio frees himself from where he's seated, gently scooting out from behind you and leaning you back against the pillows again. Laying himself across your lap, he dives down to ensnare the hardened bud of one of your nipples in his mouth. But Lucio isn’t about to give you any relief just yet. Toyingly, his tongue circles the sensitive nub, flicking it painfully. He luxuriates in your soft mewls and half-hearted begs for him to stop teasing, merely glancing up at you impishly, silver eyes glimmering wickedly. His hands grip your waist, metal talons digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. 

“Lucio, please,” you beseech, throwing your head back against the pillows, desperate for some kind of release, whether through the pressure in your breasts being relieved or through orgasm, you don’t care. You just want something to make you feel better. 

“Patience, my angel,” he coos, withdrawing briefly from his ministrations, “I’ll attend to you when I’m ready.” In that moment, you simultaneously hate and adore him, his purposeful disregard of your needs both exciting and cruel. But you know he's just building up your desire so you'll only end up enjoying it even more when he ultimately does take you. You can feel your folds growing slicker with each flick of his tongue. Meanwhile, his hands rove your body, massaging your hips and squeezing your ass. Every once in a while, his mouth leaves your breast to whisper sweet nothings in your ear: reminders of how strong you are, how hard-working, how beautiful, how loving. This is a whole new side of Lucio you're seeing. You quite like it.

“These voluptuous hips,” he speaks, as he grips either side of you, fingers kneading your supple waist, “These hips have worked so tirelessly.” He plants a tender kiss on each side of your hip bones, before moving to your stomach. His breath ghosts along your skin, sending delightful shivers through you.

“This lovely belly,” he goes on, peppering your abdomen with kisses, “has worked miracles. Indefatigable and magnificent.” He ardently kisses the stretch marks on your stomach and your hips. He seems to have picked up some vocabulary from Julian over the years.

“This beautiful skin,” he breathes, moving up to meet your mouth, pale eyes gazing lovingly into yours, “bears the exquisite marks of your vigor.” Adoringly, he presses his lips to yours, gentle and slow. When he withdraws from your mouth, he goes back down to focus on your chest.

“And these sumptuous breasts,” he concludes, softly kissing each of your nipples, “Continue to work so very hard.” 

You can hardly believe your ears. Suddenly, you're feeling rather emotional at your partner's kind words. He's making you feel so entirely loved. So beautiful. Over the last year or so, you’ve fluctuated between feeling utterly in love with your body and all the amazing things it can do, and feeling completely miserable. Some days, you see yourself in a passing reflection and want to jump for joy, feeling so proud of yourself. Others, you look in the mirror and want to weep. But throughout everything, both Lucio and Julian have been so supportive, so sweet to you. You want to say something in return to Lucio’s words, but speech dies in your throat when he finally (and without much warning), purses his lips around your nipple and begins to suckle.

A moan falls from your lips as Lucio drinks from you, humming pleasantly against your plump breast, eyes falling shut. Your hand, slicked with a bit of saliva, moves to give Lucio’s cock some much needed attention. You stroke him languidly, feeling him tremble under your touch, muffled grunts rumbling through his chest. He rolls his hips in time with your pumps. With his golden hand still firmly gripping your waist, he snakes his other one down to your heat, where he begins circling your clit with his thumb. Sparks of pleasure, like an electric shock, run through you as he takes two of his fingers and slips them between your folds, pumping rhythmically into you. 

You can feel the coil within you tightening as your beloved drinks heartily from you, releasing your nipple with a wet pop every once in a while to catch his breath, a white-hot fire burning in your core. Never in a million years would you have thought you’d see Count Lucio quiet and content as he suckles your swollen tits. Honestly, it's the quiet and content part that shocks you the most. But then again, he's a man of many surprises, as you are learning that very night. 

His member twitches in your grasp and you feel your own release imminent as his fingers pick up the pace. You speed your own hand up, causing Lucio to gasp and grip your waist even tighter, garnering a breathy laugh from you.

“Lucio, my darling, I’m close,” you sigh, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes. He meets your gaze, eyes dark with lust, and swiftly releases your nipple. He pins you down on the bed, lifting your hands above your head and locking them in his grasp. Lucio’s cock slips through your slick entrance as he bends to savagely smash his lips into yours. His mouth is warm, slightly sour with the taste of your own product. He pounds mercilessly into you, the lewd slap of skin-on-skin mixing with your strained keens and his gravelly grunts. Sweat beads on his forehead as he relentlessly takes you, his hips snapping brutally into yours. The coil in you is so tight now, seconds away from breaking free. 

With a cry of his name, you feel your walls shudder and release, just as Lucio comes undone above you, his hot seed spilling inside you. You feel it fill you, warm and welcome, as he rocks his hips erratically before coming to a halt altogether. Still buried deep within you, he releases your hands, catching his breath while you attempt to steady yours. Stars dot your vision and your head spins with pleasure. After a moment, Lucio withdraws from you and flops down beside you on the mattress. He draws you close, smoothing out some errant strands of hair on your head and tending to each of the little wounds his love bites have left on your skin. Throughout Lucio’s gentle caretaking, the two of you exchange whispered, “I love you’s” and desperate kisses.

“Feeling better now?” he purrs after you each settle down a bit. He's back to his jaunty, frisky self, waggling his brows at you and looking entirely too proud of himself. 

“Yes,” you return, tucking a golden lock behind his ear, “At least in the one breast.” 

“Perhaps we ought to leave the other one for our dear doctor. I’m sure he’ll be positively parched upon his return,” Lucio suggests with a lecherous grin, before adding in a more serious tone, “You know, I rather enjoyed this. Perhaps we should think about putting another little one in you. That way I can look forward to this again in another nine months.” 

“Well, we’ll have to talk to Julian about that,” you playfully return, planting a peck on the tip of his nose, “That’s a big discussion. But it’s a discussion I’d like to have.” He chuckles, sweeping you closer to him and burying his face in your chest. 

“Thank you for your kindness,” you whisper, feeling tears sting your eyes. 

“Don’t you dare thank me, my cherished dove,” Lucio commands, squeezing you tight, “I meant every word of it. Don't thank me for telling the truth.” You smile against his chest. 

“I was worried you might think it was, I don’t know, strange,” you admit after a moment, blushing sheepishly. Lucio snaps his head up, giving you a look as if you’d said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“Strange? Hah!” he exclaims, tenderly caressing your cheek, “It’s a natural part of pregnancy and child-rearing. And, as I said, you’ve been working very hard. You deserve some pampering.”

“Besides, it may look like I don’t know a damn thing, but I actually do occasionally listen to our dear doctor. I knew this would be coming at some point or another,” Lucio goes on, looking pleased with himself. 

“You did?” you return incredulously, raising a skeptical eyebrow up at him. 

“Well,” he shrugs, looking demurely away for a moment, “Maybe I didn’t quite know the weaning process would be so miserable. Jules may have mentioned something about it. But I knew you’d need help with something. And why not have a little fun with it, while we’re at it?” 

You meet his devilish grin with a beam and an eye roll before snuggling closer to him. It's then that you're suddenly reminded he’d been trying to tell you about some no-doubt ridiculous story when he’d entered earlier.

“What ‘salacious’ gossip were you trying to regale me with before all of our own excitement went down?” you venture.

“Hmm? Oh!” he starts, nuzzling you and listlessly adding with a dismissive wave of his hand, “Nadia and Portia enjoying a secret rendezvous in the gardens. Blah, blah, blah.” You simply nod in understanding, before blushing a deep shade of crimson when Lucio impishly adds, “Not nearly as salacious and interesting as our own activities, this sensuous night.”

A/N: This fic is almost two years old, goodness gracious. Apparently I never put it up on this tumblr? So here it is! Thanks for reading! I did not necessarily intend for this to be medically accurate (or technologically accurate) in any way (is surrogacy possible in Vesuvia? Who knows and I'm not going to think too hard about it). I really just wanted this to be a body positive, body worship fic. I know Lucio can be sort of a selfish character, but I think he is also capable of so much love and appreciation. I think he would be really invested in making sure you know you are beautiful and loved <3 Also, this had some background Julian/Lucio/Apprentice. I do plan on making this sort of a series. Next one I write will definitely be spice with all three. Much love to you all <3 Remember, to be kind to yourself and others.

#the arcana #count lucio #lucio morgasson #lucio x mc #lucio x reader #lucio x apprentice #dani writes #my writing #arcana fanfiction

[wildissylupus]

HI SORRY I THINK MY ASK GOT EATEN BUT HERES THE SEASON CONCEPT ‼️🎉

FAMEwatch / OverFame

“Fame!”; Ashe n BOB “B.OP”= Backstage Overnight Passenger (we love B.OP here)

Option Ones (for now, I’ll tell more later because I’ll space these out ‼️)

Clothing 1: Flare Pants, Blouse with Coat, Tophat with well (think of Lady Gaga’s 2009 MTV Video Music Awards Hat), fingerless gloves?, still got them boots

Coach Gun: filming camera motif and slight shape

Dynamite: changed slightly and has tv colour error bars

BOB release: a projected spotlight (see through for gameplay reasons) around him

BOB: slightly different dash animation which has BOB looking like he’s running from something, he’s sort of a projectioner screen look to him

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Mythic Shop

“Fame” & “B.OP” (Gameshow/Truman-inspired Show)

Battle Passes

Tier 1 P

“Children’s TV” DVa Skin Legendary

Tier 20 P

Sitcom “Laughtrack” Winston Skin Epic

Tier 30 F

“Cooking Contest” Junkrat Skin Legendary

Tier 40 P

“News Broadcast” Ana Skin Epic

Tier 50 P

“Romantic Love” (Love Story Show) Cassidy Skin Epic

Tier 60 P (unrelated themes here we goo)

Tier 70 F

”Noir Mystery” Lúcio Skin (Black and White TV shows) Epic

Tier 80 P

“Mystery Guest” Sojourn Skin (Murder Mystery) Legendary

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Bundle

Thriller Illari Legendary

Science Fiction Echo Legendary

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Shops Rotation (Part One) New

Bundle One

“Musical Performance” (Musicals) (sorry Luc) Venture (🌂 as drill) Legendary

“Commercially Successful” Baptiste Epic

Venture Tap Dance Emote

Raindrops Sticker/Spray

. Invinudal (?) things

Highlight Intro for Illari: in slow ish pace, shows Illari falling before zooming in for a shot of glowing eyes.

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Behind the Scenes Bundle (2)

Cameraperson Bastion

Scriptwriter Tracer

Director Brigitte

I WAS WONDERING WERE THIS WAS-

First of all, I am a "Cassidy is a romance fan" truther so to see you give him the romance skin is absolutely fantastic, no note on that.

Honestly no notes on any of them, this is fantastic. The Ashe mythic is amazing and really well thought out. Also D.VA being “Children’s TV” is absolutely amazing, I could imagine that seeing being themed after Disney shows specifically.

And RIP Lucio not getting the musical theater skin, I understand why he wouldn't get it as a lot of his skins are music themed and Venture with an umbrella is amazing.

The cooking Junkrat skin scares me though... who let that man in a kitchen let alone though it would be a good idea to make a show out of it.

Overall this concept is so fun!! I really enjoyed reading it and actually hope something like this happens in the future!!

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis

[biggest-simp-eversposts]

Made of Ivory and Gold

Lucio x Reader

1.2k words

Part 1 —> Part 2 —> Part 3

Summary: You let your insecurities get the best of you, causing problems in you and Lucio’s relationship… Or Lucio is stupid, but you are stupider.

AN: Heyyy pookie bears😚😚 I’m here with food for you🤭 specifically the Arcana fandom because we are literally dying but I still love it. Yes, I did write this because I redownloaded the game after two years of not playing it💀 hope y’all enjoy it🫡💖💖💖 (Also I didn’t realize Lucio was a Capricorn till after writing the first chapter (December-January) so I made the ball a New Year’s Eve ball but that would also that is probably around his birthday and he would have the masquerade😭😭😭 just don’t think about it)

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It had been 6 months since you and all your friends successfully bound the devil and stopped his evil from spreading. You and Lucio had been enjoying life to the fullest and adventuring full time ever since. As it was getting closer to the new year though, it seemed you and Lucio deserved a break from adventuring, a time to go home and visit all your friends. It so happened that Nadia was hosting a party to celebrate the new year, you knew Lucio could never pass up a party.

As soon as you two entered back onto the streets of Vesuvia you could feel the breeze change, the scent of pumpkin bread wafting through the air, a wide grin stretched across your face. You turned to Lucio who matched your expression.

“It's good to be home,” you whisper to him, leaning your forehead to his.

“It is indeed,” he grabs your hand tightly and interlocks your fingers. The two of you make your way through the streets you know well. Not much has changed since you two had left the city. Something that definitely hadn't changed was the stares, at Lucio of course. As you walked past shops and stalls people would turn and ogle at him, mouths slightly agape. How could they not, he was the (ex) count of Vesuvia, restored to his full glory after dying of the plague, plus he helped save the city. Sometimes they got to you though, you were always next to him, so it was inevitable that people would look at you as well. You wish you knew what they thought of you, as immature as it sounds. You didn’t think you were nearly as attractive as Lucio, as strong, as powerful, as confident, as charismatic, so what didn’t people think when they looked at you with him. Lucio speaks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“We’re here” he says softly to you, noticing how distracted you seemed.

You both now stand outside Asra’s magic shop. You step inside and a familiar feeling washes over you, warmth and magic in one.

“Just a second,” Asra yells from the back of the shop. They rush to see who has entered the shop.

“Y/N, your home!” Asra brings you into a tight hug, you wrap your hands around their back and bury your face in his neck. “We missed you,” he mumbles into the hug. Before you can ask who “we” is, Faust shimmies her way from inside Asra’s scarf.

“Oh Faust, how I missed you!” you say as the snake slithers up your arm, releasing Arsa from your embrace. As you play with the little snake, Lucio and Asra make tense eye contact, nodding at each other. A silent deal to not cause problems for your sake. After you had chatted with Asra for a minute, a royal carriage pulled up in front of the shop.

“That’s us,” says Lucio, grabbing your things to put in the carriage. As he steps out, you and Asra share one last hug before waving goodbye and stepping out the door. You hop into the carriage with Lucio and make your way to the palace. You gaze wistfully out the window as the carriage takes you to the palace. Lucio could tell something was off about your mood since you had gotten there.

“Darling,” he puts his human hand on your shoulder. “Is something wrong?” you turn your face from the window and look at him.

“It's just a bit strange to be home after being gone for 4 months, that's all,” you have a soft smile on your face as you tell him. You turn your body and lay your head on this shoulder, closing your eyes. You feel him put this arm around you and lay his head against your own. He rubs his hand up and down your arm.

“So,” he lifts his head a bit. “Are you excited for the ball,” You could hear the excitement in this voice, but in all honesty, you could care less about the ball. Big functions like balls and parties were never really your thing, surprising you ended up with Mr. Party Animal.

“Mmm, I'm more excited to see Nadia,” Lucio scoffs at your answer.

“Noddy is great… but not better than a party,” you giggle at his reply.

“I bet she picked out great outfits for us though,” you say, Lucio hums.

“Her taste is not bad… not as good as mine though, right?” He shifts to look you in your eyes, you stare back at him.

“No one could beat your taste Lucio,” You lean in and give him a soft kiss on the lips. Before you can pull back though, Lucio grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. He pulls back to where your lips still brush.

“You clever thing, I see what you did there,” he calls you out with a smirk.

“Whatever do you mean, my count,” you fain innocents, a devious smile takes over your face before Lucio pulls you back in for a feverish kiss. He pulls you closer and into his lap, his lips leave yours and trail along your jaw. But before anything else can happen, the carriage stops outside the palace and the door opens. You and Lucio get out, your face still hot from what had just conspired in the carriage.

Lucio and you are led up to Nadia’s private balcony. She greets you with a tight hug, and Lucio with a tight lipped smile and curt nod. She urged you to stay with her and have tea.

“So, how has the road been,” she asks, bringing her cup to her lips. You tell her what you have been up to, Lucio interrupts every other word to say how cool you two are. After an hour or so of catching up with Nadia, and learning about her developing relationship with Portia, she has to return to her work. You and Lucio find your way to the guest room the two of you will be living in for the next month. You walk in and flop face first onto the bed. You hear Lucio laughing behind you.

“Tired already, my gem?” Lucio sits next to you on the bed, you turn your head to look at him.

“As much as l love our adventures, 4 months of non-stop traveling makes me tired,” You grumble out, Lucio laughs again.

“I’m excited to relax as well, but not as excited as I am to party,” he says, standing up and walking over to the closet. Your eyes follow him. “It's been 6 months since I last went to a party, and we didn't even get to enjoy our time at the masquerade,” he opens the closet, inside hanging two outfits picked out for the both of you.

“I guess it is hard to have fun when the devil is trying to destroy the world,” you stand up and go over to the closet with him. You take out yours and Lucios outfits, laying them on the bed.

“Yours could use more gold… besides that, these are perfect!” Lucio says, clapping his hands together. Your outfit is a midnight blue floor length dress. It simmered like nothing you had seen before and had a mighty slit up the side. Lucios was a gold and white suit decked with gold gems, accompanied with a long gold cape.

“These are beautiful Lucio… I told you Nadia had good taste,” you say before leaning over and wrapping him in a hug. He retired the hug, resting his chin atop your head.

The ball was only 3 days away now, and you couldn't say you weren't nervous.

#the arcana #the arcana lucio #count lucio #lucio the arcana #lucio morgasson #lucio x apprentice #lucio x reader #lucio x mc

[marixrose]

Count Lucio- Midnight

I was awoken when Lucio started to shake me. I let out a whine, “What do you want?”

“Let’s go dancing!” Lucios says enthusiastically. 

I rub my eyes before looking out the window, finding it’s still dark outside, other than the moonlight. 

“What time is it?” I whisper, still trying to let the situation sink in.

“It’s midnight, but I have so much energy and can’t sleep. I haven’t spent much time with you in the past few days so I would like you to join me for a dance darling.” He says running his hands through my hair. 

I let out a sigh, finally being as awake as I can get. “Alright, I’d like that. Let's go.” 

He lifts me from the bed, bridal style and rushes towards the door with a huge grin on his face. 

I turned the handle to let us out, since his hands were busy holding me. 

He starts to sprint down the hall still holding me in his arms. I can’t help but let out a laugh at his eagerness. 

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” I ask him. 

He grins down at me, “Very much. I love the sound of your laugh.”

I blush at the sudden complement, “Thank you.”

Soon enough we reach the ball room and he gently places me on the ground. 

I suddenly feel embarrassed about what I’m wearing, “Love, I’m still in my night clothes.”

“As am I, and if I care.” He says grabbing my hand and dragging us to the middle of the room.

He starts to sway, the moonlight from outside reflecting off his face from the window. 

“Your eyes are pretty.” I mutter not fully awake yet, he chuckles. 

“Thank you darling.” He says, as he spins me around. 

“It’s weird dancing without music, isn’t it?” I ask him.

“Do you want music?” 

“It would be better with it, but I do not wish to wake up the whole castle.” I sigh, swaying in sync with him. 

“I am the count, and if my partner wishes to have music while we dance they will get what they want.” He grabs my hands and races towards the front of the ballroom, where the speakers are. 

I can’t help but laugh at how much energy he has, it’s nice to see him this happy. 

He presses a button and slow music starts to play. Not loud enough for the whole castle to hear but enough for us to dance.

I smile at him and kiss his cheek, “Thank you, now let's dance.”

He kisses my lips before pulling me back on the dance floor.

We dance for what feels like hours before Lucio begins to feel tired. 

“Let’s head back to bed, why don’t we?” He asks me as he turns off the music. 

I nod, yawning. 

He picks me up again, and I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck.

“I don’t know how you do it, all this count stuff.” I whisper, half awake.

“It took me a while to figure it out, but it's worth it.” He says walking quietly down the hall. 

We shortly reach our room, “Can you help me open the door darling?”

I turn the door handle and he walks into the room. 

The smell of lavender and fresh cotton fills my nostrils making me more sleepy. 

He walks over to the bed and places me down softly. I don’t unwrap my hands from around his neck, wanting him to give me a kiss.

He laughs before fulfilling my wishes, leading me to eventually let him go.

He walks around to the other side of the bed and joins me. 

He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him. 

I wrap my arms around him, placing my head on his chest.

He starts to hum while running his fingers through my hair. 

I smile before drifting off to sleep.

#lucio x reader #lucio the arcana #count lucio #count lucio x reader #the arcana

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Vesuviella: Part 21

It’s the first group rehearsal. You don’t know what you were expecting to see when you walked back into those theatre doors, but it certainly wasn’t Portia wrangling Lucio by the hips as she straightens out the petticoat he’s fussing over. You don’t want to get in the middle of all that, so you head towards the corner of the stage where Asra and Julian seem to be trading notes over the script. They both turn and smile at you as soon as you swing a leg up to join them, each extending a hand to help you the rest of the way.

“Ups-a-daisy!” Julian grunts, lingering with your hand in his while he eyes Asra doing the same. “Well – here we are! And what a -” he’s briefly distracted by a yell from Lucio’s direction as Portia accidentally sticks him with the pin she’s using to adjust his skirt. “- a, ah, what a day it is … MC, we were just discussing a blocking change for Prince Charming and Cinderella’s portion of the script. I was thinking that you should trip over her skirt, instead of having poor Cinderella physically bump into Prince Charming. What do you say?”

“Well I say -” Asra’s smooth cut-in pauses when Lucio’s wildly-gesturing gauntlet knocks over a metal prop, causing it to fall and bounce with a series of mighty clangs. “… I say that Cinderella surely can’t be that fragile. She’s a hard worker, after all. Unless, of course, the Prince is worried she’ll bruise him?” He glances at you impishly. “Surely you don’t think she’d be that rough with him.”

“I think -” You’re about to respond, when you catch sight of Lucio’s rapidly reddening face and Portia’s exasperated eye-rolling, quickly deciding that you need to step in before the injuries pile up. “I think I’m needed elsewhere. You two can figure it out.” And you turn to hop back off the stage, carefully stepping around the fallen prop as you approach the quarreling mother-daughter duo. Lucio looks up from where he’s frantically clutching at his skirt, making little hops away as Portia scoots towards him with her sewing kit.

“MC! Tell her to stop sticking me, already!”

“What, you can’t handle a little needle?” You watch Portia brandish her sewing pin with a deadly glint in her eye. Lucio flinches slightly, eyeing it warily, before rapidly turning his attention back to you.

“Of course I’m not afraid of a little needle, but don’t you think it fits me already, MC?”

Portia interrupts before you can answer. “The fit isn't the problem!” She huffs a stray curl out of her face and looks at him in annoyance. “Turn around so MC can see what I’m seeing.”

He rotates slowly, uneven hem dragging on the floor, until you can see where the top of the skirt has torn away from the waist as though someone had tripped on it and fallen backwards. That skirt-wearing practice must have been something else. “Is it possible to fix it without him wearing it?”

Portia eyes it wearily. “At this point, that’s my best option. You can go ahead and take it off, Lucio.”

“Thank you.” Lucio huffs and quickly extracts himself, leaving the skirt to fall into Portia’s lap as he draws your arm through his. “So about our dance at the ball, I was thinking we could -”

And in the spirit of the afternoon, Lucio is cut short as Julian claps for everyone’s attention from the stage.

#vesuviella #the arcana #the arcana brainrot #arcana brainrot #the arcana fanfic #the arcana crackfic #the arcana fic #asra the arcana #asra alnazar #julian the arcana #julian devorak #portia the arcana #portia devorak #lucio the arcana #lucio morgasson #the arcana game #ask arcana brainrot #the arcana shitpost

[tonberry-yoda]

Morning Sleepyhead - Julian Devorak

Pairing - Julian Devorak x reader

Warnings - OLD WRITING, but pretty good nonetheless lmao

Word Count - ~1,509

Notes - here's that other old writing i was talking about for julian. i seriously miss writing for this man... well for the arcana in general. i wanna open requests for just the arcana soon lol, that would be fun. the arcana week. omg... i think i just thought of something... arcana fans, lmk and ill see if there are enough people interested to do it!!! anyway, take this old as hecc writing, edited my current day me and enjoy!! <333 have a nice day and stay hydrated!!!

“Ow!”

“Shhh! Are you okay though, Ilya?”

“I'm fine, thanks. Just hit my head on the top of the gate, that’s all.”

“Oh… are you sure you’re okay?”

Julian giggled, clutching his head. “Fine. Promise.”

You grabbed his hand to make sure he wouldn’t be hitting his head anymore. “You need to be more careful, Ilya.”

“I'm sorry! It's not my fault I'm tall.”

“I know… just… try to keep it down. If we get caught, the countess is going to kill us.”

“I know, I know. You don't have to tell me twice.” He tightened his grip on your hand and walked closer, getting down to your level to make sure he wouldn't hit his head again.

“There it is! Julian, I found it!!”

“Shhhhhh! Weren't you the one who said keep our voices down!!”

“Sorry! I found it! Come on!!” You pulled him over, almost making him hit the ground.

When he got back on his feet fully, he tilted his head, wiping the dirt off of his knees. “This is what we came out here for?”

“Mhm!” You walked over to a bush and pulled out a couple of flowers and a small bunny jumped out with a little flower crown. “Ilya look!!”

“Darling! You’re going to get us caught!”

“Sorry.”

The bunny walked right up to Julian’s boot, sniffing it. He kneeled down slowly, not wanting to scare the little thing and put out his gloved hand, which the rabbit avoided. He took off the glove, revealing the mark of muder and the bunny sniffed his hand, bonking its head on it. “Look hun, it likes me.”

You turned over and smiled, putting down your basket of flowers and you slowly walked over, petting the bunny. “What a cutie.”

Julian put his head on yours and smiled. “Just like you, doll.”

You giggled, scooting closer to Julian as the bunny slipped away. “Let me grab my basket and then we can stop at the shop. Asra shouldn't be there, so we can make some dinner and you can sleep over if you want.”

“Sounds good to me.”

You stood up, your hand sliding away from Julian’s, and grabbed your basket. You walked home with bright smiles on your faces. You had occasional conversations about Lucio, and Julian told stories about when he was a pirate.

While you were walking through an alleyway, you heard the sound of buckles and running. Julian looked at you with a pale face. “The guards. They’re looking for us.”

He did the first thing he could think of and slammed you against the alley wall and slammed his lips against yours, hiding the basket.

The guards ran by without so much as a second glance. Julian sighed, removing his lips from yours. “Oh, thank god.”

He looked back at you, who had a stupid smile on your face.

Julian felt his face heat up and he cleared his throat. “S-Stawp…”

You giggled and grabbed his hand. “Let's get back to the shop before we get caught, yeah?”

He smirked and held your hand tighter. “What? Wanna spend more time with me, love?~”

“Precisely.”

His face turned from warm to boiling hot as he landed a soft kiss on your temple. “Good.~”

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Julian yawned, kicking off his boots. “I am pooped!”

You placed the flowers in their respective jars and walked over to your bed, resting your head on Julian’s chest. “Me too.”

“Is it okay if I stay the night?”

“Of course. Let me make us some tea and dinner.”

“That sounds wonderful. You always know how to treat a man right, my love.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes as you went to the kitchen. As you began frying up some potatoes, you felt something cold run up your back. You turned to look over your shoulder and saw Faust smiling at you. “Faust? What are you doing here?”

“Asra home!”

“O-Oh… Asra’s here?”

“Did I hear my name?” You turned over and saw Asra smiling while hanging his jacket on the coat rack.

“Oh… hi Asra! You’re home early.”

“Exciting, isn't it?” He pulled you into a warm embrace and you could feel dewdrops on his soft skin.

“Do you need anything?”

“No, I don't believe so. I'm just going to go take a shower.”

“There’s some new bath salts.”

“Oh, then a bath it is.”

“They’re in my room, just in my bag. Should be the first thing you see.”

“Perfect. I'll be off then. Save me a cup of tea, alright?”

“I will.” You smiled, still frying the potatoes, when the realization hit you like a brick, making your face go pale. You forgot Julian was in your room.

You quickly turned off the heat, running upstairs, but it was already too late. Asra was looking at Julian’s fast asleep figure with his mouth gaping open. “Might I ask what… he is doing here?”

You shrugged and pushed Asra out of the room, slightly closing the door behind her. “Asra, don't be mad.”

“I thought you were to investigate him… not… investigate him!!”

“Asra!” You could feel yourself blush.

“I'm just saying! I think this is a bad idea.”

“Come on! You used to know him back in the day, right? So why not just let him stay for the night?!”

“Listen, Ilya is a great guy, he really is. But he can love his suffering more than anything.”

“That doesn't mean he’s completely hopeless! Look, Asra… Julian… Ilya and I have become really close. Like really close. He seems genuinely happy… I just want to help him achieve that happiness.”

“I understand, but-”

“Asra, it's just one night, okay?”

Asra sighed, looking back in the room at Julian’s curled up figure. “Fine.” He walked off to the bathroom, beginning his bath as you made you and Julian’s plates, bringing them upstairs.

“Ilya,” you nudged him slightly, which earned a small nose scrunch from him. “Ilya, wake up.”

He yawned awake, tears pricking the corners of his eyes and he smiled when he saw you. “Oh, my apologies. Just a wink, I promise.”

You kissed him on the forehead and handed him his food.

“Thank you, my dear. This smells delightful.” He took a sip of his tea with a smile before shoving food in his mouth. You ate in silence for a moment and Julian could sense the tenseness in you. “Dear?”

“Yes, Ilya?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes… why?”

“You look frustrated.”

“Just tired, that’s all.”

“Ah, yes. My apologies, dear. We should get to sleep soon.”

You set down your plate and took off your jacket, curling up in the spot that Julian left open for you. He wrapped you in the sheet with him and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Ilya?”

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to let you know that Asra is home.”

“What?! I-I can leave if need be.”

“Don't worry about it. He doesn't mind.”

“Oh, thank goodness. I don't mind that he’s over. Just keep it down, my dear.~” He kissed the tip of your ear, giggling.

“Ilya!”

“It's just a joke, dear. Just a joke.” He smiled in the crook of your neck as he drifted to sleep.

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“Morning sleepyhead!” Asra giggled, watching Julian come down the stairs.

“Good morning, Asra.”

“If you’re wondering where y/n is, they went out to run some errands.”

“Oh,” Julian slipped on his jacket and took a muffin from the table. “Will they be long?”

“They shouldn't be. They left a while ago, so at this rate, they should be home any moment now.”

“Perfect. Do you mind if I stay here until then?”

“I don't mind at all.”

Julian leaned back in his chair, the morning sun hitting his face through a window at the top of the stairs. “I apologize, Asra.”

“Where did that come from?”

“I just feel bad for anything I may have caused… especially between the two of us. Please forgive me.”

“Of course I forgive you, Ilya. Thank you for that.”

“I wouldn’t mind being friends again, the two of us.”

“That doesn't sound half bad.”

As the two smiled at each other, you threw the door open, holding tons of bags. “I'm home!”

“My goodness,” Asra ran up, catching one of the bags that was about to fall. “How much did you buy?”

You giggled nervously. “A lot… there was a sale, so I grabbed some stuff to restock our potion collection… plus… I really like food. And they had a lot of it at the market this morning.”

Asra let out a laugh, restocking the shop and you smiled when you saw Julian. “Morning, Ilya. You’re finally awake.”

“Yeah… sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” You walked over, landing a small kiss on his cheek.

Julian giggled, pulling you to his lap and covering your face and neck with kisses. “Let’s go on a morning walk, love. Gotta stretch the legs.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, walking out the door.

Faust slithered over to Asra with a smile, wrapping her tail around him. “Love?”

“Yes Faust. It seems so.”

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@tonberry-yoda <3

#okay #this one is actually so cute #but i do like my writing style better now that i think about it #i need to write for him again omg #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #<3 #the arcana #julian the arcana #julian devorak the arcana #the arcana x reader #julian x reader #julian devorak x reader #fluff #hope you enjoy #:)

[cornyregans]

GVGP Profile: Bianca Monty

Our next sim has what is, up until now, the longest genetic profile covered in this series. Today, we’re going to look at Bianca Monty.

Unlike the sims we've covered so far, Bianca is the first one with three generations of ancestors. This means that her genetic profile will be more complex than what we've seen before.

When it comes to her ancestry, Bianca is the only daughter of Patrizio and Isabella Monty, as well as the sister of Antonio and the late Claudio Monty. Her grandparents include Valentine and Silvia Monty, as well as Vincentio and Francisca Pantalone. Finally, Bianca is the great-granddaughter of Bassanio and Portia Monty, Angelo and Mariana Capitano, Proteus and Julia Pantalone, and Lucio and Overdone Zanni.

Bianca Monty's Genetic Profile

Unlike the sims we've previously covered, Bianca has no children of her own when the game starts. As such, she won't be present in any further entries unless I feel the need to highlight specific aspects of her genetic code.

Skintone

As the daughter of two S3 parents, Bianca’s S3 skintone makes perfect sense.

Hair Color

If you’ve read through Patrizio and Isabella’s genetic profiles, you would already know that their hair genetics are a mess. In Patrizio’s case, it’s due to contradictory sources, one where he has black hair, and one where he’s a brunet. While both of these hair colors can work, the brunet option is more situational, as we can't truly ascertain what Valentine and Portia Monty's genotypes truly were.

Bianca's Great-Grandparents via Patrizio

SimPE lists Isabella as a blonde, but you will often find her depicted as a brunette (both by fans and in TS3). Unlike Patrizio, Isabella’s problem lies more with her parents’ faulty hair colors (specifically her mother’s). Much like Valentine, Vincentio Pantalone's headshot shows him with black hair despite having one brunet parent, and one with a recessive hair color. Conversely, Francisca has dominant brown hair in her headshot, yet both Lucio and Overdone Zanni had recessive hair colors.

Bianca's Great-Grandparents via Isabella

As you’ve probably figured out, this whole hair thing is incredibly complicated. That said, in the interest of keeping this entry as short as possible, I’m only going to focus on how the following hair combinations affect Bianca’s genetic profile specifically.

Option 1: Black-Haired!Patrizio x Brown-Haired!Isabella: With a black-haired father and a brunette mother, Bianca’s brown hair would make sense.

Option 2: Brown-Haired!Patrizio x Brown-Haired!Isabella: Bianca’s brown hair would make sense with two brown-haired parents.

Option 3: Brown-Haired!Patrizio x Blonde-Haired!Isabella: With a brunet father and a blonde mother, Bianca’s brown hair would make sense.

Option 4: Black-Haired!Patrizio x Blonde-Haired!Isabella: With a black-haired father and a blonde mother, Bianca’s brown hair would make sense if we assume Patrizio has a brown allele in his genetic code.

Eye Color

Bianca has two brown-eyed parents. As such, her brown eyes make perfect sense.

As a Whole

Bianca Monty's filled out genetic profile. As you can see, her skintone and eye color both make perfect sense when taking her genetic history into account. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for her hair color, which makes sense on the surface, but has too many tangled webs to unweave.

Who's Next?

With the biggest profile so far out of the way, we're going to scale back a generation for the next entry. Next time, we're going to cover the sim who could most easily pass as the Unsavory Charlatan -- Cornwall Capp.

Thank you for reading!~ <3

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[arcanarubinaito]

That Unexpected Conversation

On a whim, Auric manages to connect with Asra through the fountain water. However, a casual conversation quickly turns tense as Auric discusses his current situation.

(Part of a rough draft; unedited and full of comma splices.)

Their eyes lock, and Asra lets out a high-pitched squeak of surprise. “Auric?” The magician rubs his hand over his mouth to wipe the water away from his lips, purple eyes widening in surprise. “How did you even…”

Auric’s eyes widen, leaning forward until his body is barely held back from falling into the pool by the rim of the fountain. “Asra, is it really you?” He reaches his palm out and hovers it over the water, Asra’s aura rippling off of it in soothing lavender waves. His fingers twitch, lightly grazing the still surface and watching the water respond in slow motion, barely giving off any waves. “I can’t believe this even worked, oh my gods…” He whispers to himself, flicking his gaze up to meet Asra’s.

“This is—this is amazing, how did you manage this?” Asra’s laugh bubbles from the water with a soft echoing quality to it, and Auric watches the magician hold his hand to the water to mirror Auric’s palm. Neither of them dare to try and push through to the other side, in fear of disrupting the connection before they were ready. “Scrying magic is enormously complex and difficult, and yet here you are…” Asra’s lips twitch into a fond smile, and he reaches up to lightly touch the teardrop pendant hanging from his neck. Auric can see the teal stone shimmer with pale pinks and yellows before fading back to normal.

“I don’t even know how it happened, it just did.” Auric laughs slightly, drawing his fingers away after a moment. He can still feel the ghost of Asra’s palm pressed against his, before the feeling fades and he finds himself alone on his side of the pool once again. “I just… I really wanted to talk to you and here we are.” The apprentice murmurs. Asra’s expression softens, taking on a more serious edge now. “It’s good to see you, there’s so much that’s happening and I—I really could use your guidance.” Auric confesses softly, and Asra tilts his head slightly.

“I can see that.” Asra’s eyes flicker around Auric briefly before his gaze settles back onto the other. “I mean for one, you’re in the palace gardens aren’t you? What’s going on?” His voice is light and airy, though with concern genuinely creeping along in his words. Auric furrows his eyebrows slightly at that, but ultimately decides against asking. There were bigger fish to fry than to ask Asra questions he wouldn’t answer.

“It’s complicated.” Auric clicks his tongue and moves into a more comfortable position. He crosses his arms over the rim of the fountain and rests his head over them. “But to make a really long story short, the Countess has asked me to investigate Count Lucio’s murder and figure out if Doctor Devorak is really the culprit.” The apprentice surmises as quickly as he can, watching the expression on Asra’s face flicker and change. He can make out surprise, intrigue, disgust, frustration… and then nothing as Asra masks his face over again.

“Well that’s certainly…” Asra trails off, pursing his lips and looking askance. Something heavy settles in his expression, staring off to the side at nothing in particular for a moment. “I should’ve stayed, you needed me.” His tone is low and mournful, twisting at Auric’s heart slightly. Any remaining anger Auric had felt towards the mage for leaving seems to melt away. “How are you handling this?”

Auric can’t help but puff his chest out with a proud, slightly cocky grin now as he regards Asra. “I’d say I’m doing pretty well, all things considered.” He wasn’t about to confess the borderline panic attack he’d faced earlier, or the stress that was starting to build on him. A part of him deep down knew that Asra would drop everything and come running if he thought Auric was in distress and while he missed his mentor terribly, he was genuinely eager to prove himself.

Asra studies him intently, lips tugging downwards. “I’m going to start heading back.” Auric stifles a groan, pressing his mouth to his arms with a brief scowl. “I know you’re more than capable of handling this yourself,” Asra continues quickly, leaning forward and giving him a pleading look. “But this is more than I think you realize.”

Auric’s eyes narrow slightly, peering through his lashes at Asra’s reflection in the water. “You know something.” His voice is quiet, but the words are pointed. Asra winces and looks away from Auric for a moment, lifting a hand and biting down on his thumb briefly with a deepening frown. “You were working at the palace around the time of the murder, weren’t you?” Auric’s gut twists, and he stares at the water intensely. There were implications starting to emerge here that Auric wasn’t liking.

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[ghoulfriendfangs]

The Cuckening

I actually wrote this fic a while ago, for the Midsummer Masquerade! I was a little embarrassed to share it because it’s a very self indulgent, gross fic about my own oc, but like, fuck it you know?

For context: my oc Delphi had a relationship with Lucio before the events of the game, but it fell apart. This is an au set in this time.

{wc: ~3500} {dom!top!reader / bottom!sub!Delphi / bottom!sub!Lucio / reader x oc x canon / reader x Delphi x Lucio / cucking / anal / Delphi being a whore / bdsm / exhibitionism / there’s a lot going on in here ok / enjoy!}

You didn’t expect to make it into the Midsummer Masquerade. Unlike the January event, this one was not open to the public, but there were still many ways of getting in even if you didn’t make the vip list. You could write a letter asking for an invite, and hope to persuade the count. You could search the black market for a bootleg invitation. You could even show up uninvited and hope someone sees you and decides to make you their +1.

The hoops you had to jump through to get in mattered no longer. You were here now, and you were going to find something- or someone, fun to do.

You wandered through the ballroom, sticking towards the wall. You didn’t want to seem shy, but it was hard to penetrate through the crowds on the dance floor. Best to find a dance partner first.

But to your surprise, one found you first.

A hand grasped yours, and you turned to see an ornately dressed stranger. Their mask was that of a garden of flowers, in the approximate shape of a butterfly. It was made of porcelain, jewels, and even embedded gold. Their navy blue hair was pulled into a low ponytail, decorated with ribbons. They had a golden collar around their neck. Below that, their outfit was far less detailed, a silky red outfit that was draped over their body, dangerously loose, only connected by golden chains.

“You’re far too stunning to have come here alone. Tell me I’m dreaming.”

You snort, and you see a mortified look cross their scarlet eyes.

“That’s your best line?”

“I-I have more, that one was bad, let me think of-“

“I’ve heard actions speak louder than words.”

They grin, and pull you onto the dance floor. They reach for your hip, but before they can make it, you’ve placed your hands firmly on their exposed hips, through the slits in their cloth that leave their thighs exposed.

You hear their breath hitch.

You take the lead, keeping a firm grip on them as you dance. They put their arms on your shoulders, staring at you. It looks…

“You seem familiar, have we met before?”

They grin.

“These masks work wonders, don’t they? I’m sure you’ve seen me. I am the one and only Delphi Knox Gemütlich, I’m the best magician in Vesuvia. Perhaps you’ve heard of my potions? My prophecies? My family?”

“Oh, you’re the court magician.”

They simmer at that, rolling their eyes. “It’s just an, erm, just a gig. Really just doing it for my resume. Pay’s pretty great too, and I get to attend classy parties like this.”

“You’re the personal magician for the count, aren’t you? Isn’t it interesting, being so close to the count?”

“The count’s boring,” they yawn. You laugh.

“Really?”

“I’d rather hear what you think of him.”

You hum, considering your thoughts. To any other member of Vesuvian government, you’d sugarcoat your true feelings. But you felt you could be honest with Delphi.

“The count is… very handsome. I can see why so many attend this masquerade. But I don’t think he has much sense, I’m honestly… surprised he’s in charge.”

Delphi snorted with laughter, throwing their head back. “Oh man, you’re spot on. Are you sure you haven’t met him?”

“No. But I’d like to. At least, I thought I would. But now…”

You trace a hand absently over their lean stomach, and it seems to short circuit their brain. They shiver, biting their lip.

“Maybe I’ll pick you instead.”

They look excited, but also nervous.

“…what if you could have both?”

“You and the count?”

“I-I came down here to look for someone. Someone I found… exceedingly attractive, who could… satisfy me.”

“Is that so, little magician?”

The “little” in that name sends a shiver through their body, and it makes them clench their teeth. It’s an insult, they aren’t little. So why are they firming up between their thighs?

“It’s a bit out there, you’re welcome to deny, but… I want you to fuck me in front of the count.”

~~~

You didn’t expect to make it into the count’s bedroom so soon after entering the masquerade, or at all really, but here you were. Standing, as he looked you up and down as if evaluating you. He lingers on your hair, your chest, even shamelessly drifting his gaze to your crotch.

Then, when he glances at his own reflection in the mirror, you realize why. He’s jealous.

Why does the thought excite you? Is it because he’s the leader of this land, holding neigh infinite power… and yet you sexually intimidated him?

“So you’re the one Fifi picked out?”

“I mean, obviously.”

“…they made a good choice.”

“Fifi” was humming from the hallway, preparing a contraceptive spell while you and Lucio “got comfortable with each other.”

You relaxed on his bed. He shifted from side to side.

“I mean, you’re into this too, right?” You asked. Regardless of your opinion on the count, you weren’t about to fuck his partner on his own bed unless he was into that.

“You’d ask your count such a silly question?” He growled, as if trying to intimidate you. To see if your resolve could be easily shaken.

“Of COURSE I’m into it. I just… I don't really want just anybody railing my Fifi. I only want someone *almost* as good as me doin’ it.”

Maybe it’s the lightheaded and surreal atmosphere of the festival. Maybe it’s the fact you have an opportunity to emberass him. Maybe it’s the blood rushing to your dick and abandoning your brain.

“And what if I’m better than you?”

…oh shit.

…you’ve just insulted the count in his own bedroom.

He scowls at you, running through his hair with his deadly sharp claws.

“Has it crossed your mind that I am the count of this palace, that if I so wanted I could have you executed for disrespecting the throne?”

You had to think of something quick.

“I don’t think you’ll do that.”

“And why wouldn’t I?”

“Because…” you looked up and down his body, and found your answer.

“Because you have an erection.”

He frantically turned his cape to cover it.

“That is- that has nothing to do with anything! N-now you listen here you little-“

“Lucio! Are you playing nice?” Delphi hissed, closing the door behind them. Lucio jumped, “I-I am! I’m being very patient!”

“He threatened to have me executed.”

“I-I didn’t! I was just stating the fact that I could-“

Delphi wound their hand back and smacked his ass, causing him to make the most vulgar, offended expression.

“Behave, like you promised you would.”

Lucio crosses the room, flopping into the ornate and plush chair below his self portrait. Without asking for permission, he undoes his buckle, allowing his cock to bob out. You smugly point at it, and he looks like he might leap out at you before thinking better of it.

Delphi lies on the bed, spreading out for you in a seductive pose.

“Y’know, you’re welcome to do anything you like to me. I can take it.”

They emphasize the point by lifting their skirt and spreading their legs. Their holes are currently occupied by a plug in each, golden and with a red gem embedded in the base. Their t-dick is throbbing and wet, pushed up against the plug and practically begging for attention.

“Anything I’d like?”

They nod, looking at you with a desperate sort of impatience.

You glance at Lucio, who is seething.

“…do you have a preference where I fuck them?”

Delphi looks at you curiously, wondering where you’re going with this. Lucio opens his mouth to speak, but…

“I don’t really care what you think, actually.”

You grasp the plug in their pussy, firmly pulling it out. They let out a moan, but disappointingly they cover their mouth to suppress it. You’ll have to fix that.

You don’t really need foreplay. Delphi is dripping wet, and has lubed up on top of that. They’re already open from the wide toy. But it’s essential you do foreplay anyway, because it will tease them.

You start at their nipples, teasing them and pinching them. They squirm a bit, at one point trying to grind against your knee before you move it to tease them.

Without slowing, you glance back at Lucio, to see he’s squeezing his own nipples through his unbuttoned top, one at a time. He suspiciously stops just as you glance over. Looking at Delphi instead of meeting your gaze.

Delphi puts their hands on yours, trying to guide you towards their cock. You pull back entirely.

“Patience. You said I can do anything I want. I want to tease you first.”

They whine, “I’ve been waiting all night…”

“You can wait longer. Be good for me or I’ll smack you.”

That catches their attention, and they bite their lip.

“You wouldn’t smack the court magician in front of the-“

You cut them off with a smack to their arse. You hold back since it’s just the beginning, but not so much they don’t feel a sting.

“A-ah!l they jump.

“Too much?”

“I can take much more than that.”

You smile, returning to their red nipples. “He doesn’t train you, does he?“

They shake their head, watching your fingers at work.

“I can tell, you’re sorely in need of discipline.”

You glance back at the count, who this time doesn’t shy away. His gaze is stuck on you, and the red mark on their cheek. Fury, anger, and intrigue. He enjoyed seeing that, didn’t he?

“Is there anywhere you wouldn’t like to be punished?” You ask in a softer tone. “Don’t be shy, I don’t wanna hurt you too badly.”

They think about it a moment, but shake their head. “I like it,” they say confidently. “So do anywhere you like. Mark me up.”

Lucio says something under his breath, but you think you catch the word “harlot,” and Delphi shoots him a sleazy grin. “Make ‘em nice and visible, too.”

You push their head down so they’re on the bed, and order them to stay there. You trace a finger down their chest, their stomach, and to their pubic hair.

…then you finally start to stroke at their cock.

“Fuck, finally…” they mumble, closing their eyes.

“Eyes on me.”

They obey, licking their lips.

“…like what you see?”

“Hmm?” You play dumb.

“Y-you know… my… you know.”

“I don’t know.”

“My… cock and my…”

“This?” You start to finger them in tandem.

“Shit, fuck, yes. M-my whole body. A-am I hot enough?”

“Hmm…” you wager that they like being embarrassed, judging by this… entire situation, as well as their request to be marked, and reaction to being essentially called provacotive.

“Not sure yet. I’ll have to fuck you to get a good taste for you.”

“What!?” They sit up with a blush… but reward you with a twitch.

And you punish them with a hard smack to their cock.

“AH!” They quickly lie back down, but the feeling replays in their mind, the sting of your hand still on their pussy.

Now how can I get them to do that to me again?

“They liked that,” the count interrupts, almost in a surprised tone. “Didn’t know that…”

You nearly laugh. “You don’t know their kinks? No wonder you called me.”

“N-no, they didn’t know either, right Fi?”

They respond with a casual shrug.

“…do that again,” the count requests.

“Why? They’ve been good.” You continue to reward them by adding a third finger.

“Then, erm, Fi! Sit up again!”

“You’re not in charge right now, Louie.”

…

“I’ll do it again if you take off that top,” you offer.

“Wh-… why you… n-nobody talks to me that way,” he growls, while taking off his shirt.

You smack their crotch even harder, causing them to yelp and grab the sheets.

“Still like it?”

You nod.

“Good little… harlot,” you try your best not to laugh and to sound sexy while calling them that.

“Mmmnghhh…” they whimper. Guess it worked. You disrobe, their hungry eyes never leaving your body.

In fact, all eyes are on you as you pull out your cock, stroking it slowly as you crawl over Delphi.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I said anything, didn’t I?”

“Hey, wait I said you could fuck them, I didn’t say anything about kissing!!”

You ignore the count’s continued whining and wailing, kissing Delphi deeply as you slip your cock into them. They moan through your lips, wrapping their arms and legs around you. They were surprisingly intimate, clinging onto you like you were their air.

They were so warm, and so inviting. Every time you thrusted into them, they held you a little closer. Every time you moved your cock, you could feel the plug in their ass bulging against you, rubbing your cock tenderly.

You started to pick up the pace of your-

“A-ahh, fuck! Fuuck!”

They clenched around you, cumming already, grinding against your body. You leaned back to watch their cock twitch, seed spilling out and making a mess of their own pussy.

“Already?” You and Lucio both ask at the same time.

“Fifi, you gotta be kidding me,” Lucio teases.

They blush bright red, “I-It’s not my fault! It’s, it’s *yours!*” they say, turning to you, “I was all ready to go and you teased me a-anyway!”

This time, you decide to be a little meaner, and smack them on their face.

“Don’t complain so much.”

Their eyes are wide, they touch their cheek where you slapped them…

And they’re throbbing around your cock.

“Y-yes… m’bad.”

You start moving again, rewarding them by affectionately stroking their face.

“Now then, why’d you cum early?”

They bite their lip. “Cause you’re so hot.”

“Yeah, I bet he doesn’t fuck you enough, does he.”

They shake their head. “No, not nearly.”

“Mmm, poor little baby.”

They moan as you call them that, then have the audacity to claim, “I-I’m not… nnngh…”

“Poor little magician, doesn’t get played with enough… don’t worry, I’ll fix that. You’ll cum until you lose count tonight.”

“Mmmngh, yes please… m-make me…”

The room is filled with the sounds of you fucking into the court magician, the wet and rythmic percussion serving as background for their helpless little moans… punctuated by the Count’s jewelry clattering as he furiously pumps his own cock, watching you with the most hateful glare he could possibly manage.

You move to lie on top of them, pinning them to the bed. “Mmm… you certainly are hot. Nice and tight, such a good little pet.”

They shiver, enjoying your warmth. You move to their neck, harshly sucking at the skin of their throat, their collarbones, anywhere where you can leave evidence of your presence.

“Y-your cock,” they mewl.

You slow down a bit. “Speak up, baby.”

“Your cock is… s-so much bigger,” they whimper.

“Than his?”

Lucio mutters at you under his breath, and picks up the pace of his hand.

“U-uh-huh, so d-deep, hitting all the right spo- Ah! Right there! But even deeper! G-go harder!”

“Oh, poor little magician… he doesn’t fuck you this deep, does he?”

They shake their head, tears at the edges of their eyes, a deep and satisfied grin on their face. “N-no, ohh gods, y-you’re so good…”

You glance back at the count.

In the portrait behind him, he’s cool and reserved, calm and imposing. He’s dominating an entire battlefield, and yet frozen in etetheral beauty, face unblemished.

The real count’s face is contorted by strong emotions, lust and envy bringing a red stain to his face. His hair is disheveled and sweat sticks it to his forehead, his teeth are bared and he pants like the animal he is.

He’s close.

Delphi is close.

You’re close.

“Both of you,” you order, “I want you to cum with me.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” Lucio hisses.

“I know. But you’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”

“…” Lucio starts to pump his cock faster.

“Good boy.“

He shivers, covering his red cheeks.

You pick up the pace too, Delphi mumbling in a language you don’t recognize. Until that becomes too much for them too, and they devolve into vulgarly demanding you “pump their cunt full of cum,” among other extremely dirty demands.

You sit back, pulling them into your lap.

“Ah, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, fuck!! Oh gods!! Yes!!!”

They seize up, their thighs trembling as they cum hard onto you, *squirting* onto your lap. They completely coat the sheets, mumbling to you as they come undone.

You glanced at the count, a line of semen dribbling from the tip of his cock, down each finger, and dripping on his expensive rug. Perfect, now it’ll match his sheets.

As Delphi is coming down from their own orgasm, you reach yourself. They gasp a bit gently as you fill them with your own seed, the warmth flooding their insides. You pull back… and they spread so it can dribble out of them.

They grin.

“Make him lick it up.”

Lucio looks at you… and it takes you a moment to realize. He’s waiting for *your* permission to eat out his Delphi.

“What are you waiting for?”

He kneels at the foot of the bed, and Delphi wiggles to him.

“You clean up, too,” you tell Delphi, pulling their hair. They immediately take you in their mouth, humming. They can be so good- when they want to be.

The three of you spend some time like this, moving at a slow pace so you and Delphi can recover. Finally, you pull them off, and they make a disappointed whimper.

Lucio stands, stroking his cock and reaching for his magician.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a sadistic little purr.

“I-I thought it was my turn next.”

“Turn? Who said you get a turn?” You laugh.

“Besides,“ Delphi shrugs, “bit of a let down after getting railed like that, isn’t it? I mean… what if you can’t satisfy me anymore, Louie?”

“I-I can! Fi, you said I was good!!”

“C’mon, we’re just teasing you.”

“O-oh…”

“Chin up, your highness.”

You grab Delphi’s plug, offering it to him. “If you can fit this, maybe I’ll fuck you next.”

His eyes widen, face turning red. He snatches it with his claw.

“You… you better not go back on this. And you better be as good as Fifi claims.”

He lies by the pillows, getting a more up-close view. You roll Delphi over (they pretend to wrestle you before giving in), and grab the plug in their ass.

Even before you pull, their eyes go big. They bite their lower lip.

“You look nervous. Have you done anal before?”

“I… I have. I’ve used lots of toys.”

“But not a real cock, huh?”

They shake their head. “You’ll be my first. I’m yours.”

“Mine? You say that like I’ll *own* you.”

They nod a bit, egging on more dirty talk as you start to remove the plug.

“Your ass is gonna be mine. I’ll be the first one to fuck you there. I’m gonna *claim* you, is that ok?”

“Y-yeah, I want, I want you to be my first!”

Lucio grits his teeth, digging his claws into a pillow so harshly it rips.

“Too late, milord. S’not my fault your partner’s still a virgin.”

“You… you’re lucky you make me so horny, or I’d have you hung at the gallows.”

“Oh Lucio… I make you horny?”

You gently push into Delphi, not wanting to hurt them their first time. And yet, the moan they practically yell out is *delicious.* Maybe it’s how overstimulated they are, maybe it’s how much warmer your cock is than the toys they use, or maybe it’s *you.*

They’re tight, so tight you’re not sure you could fit all the way in at first. But with time and perseverance, you manage to open them up to relax a bit more at a time, until-

“FUCK!!!”

They jump as you hit their prostate. At the same time, the count *whimpers* as he managed to fully insert the plug.

Looks like you’ve a long night planned.

…

Your two very satisfied subs are snuggled up to you, both leaving kisses wherever they can.

The count is unusually affectionate for someone who was threatening you earlier, but you suppose being fucked until one cried from overstimulation does that to a person.

And sweet Delphi, whose practically numb below the waist, is leaning into your hand as you massage their scalp. Honestly, you can’t believe how many rounds they lasted.

“H-hey, we uh…” the count clears his throat, the taste of you still coating his tongue. “We were wondering, you’re here for the whole masquerade right?”

“Can you come back tomorrow? And after that?” Delphi blurts out.

“You don’t even gotta stop after the masquerade… you can come anytime…”

“Hmm,” you ponder. The two of them give you the most longing puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t see why not.”

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