#sorry for the asra posting can’t help it

[bethiewhimsy]

I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM ‼️‼️

#how DARE he be so cute #asra <3 #sorry for the asra posting can’t help it #if anyone wants to donate coins so that i can live my best life in the arcana that’d be cool

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Heya, could I request a secretly demon MC? They’re using some type of magic to hide their true appearance (basically one like a tiefling from DnD) and have a pact with The Devil, but are now suddenly trying to break it because the M6 gave them some type of hope for their life again?

Before the M6 even discover this, the MC was brash and selfish, also fairly quick to jump to violence (though probably not Vulgora level) and quiet about their past. How would the pieces click into place for them? In case you need any extra info you can just post that mentioning this ask and I’ll try to help

So sorry if requests aren’t open, your blog description says they are but I can’t find if there is a post also saying that so I’m not fully sure. If not feel free to ignore this!

The Arcana HCs: When MC's natural patron is the Devil

~ disclaimer: this request was work shopped a little with my requester, so you'll be seeing some different info in the setting. It was fun chatting with you, new friend, I hope you like these! - brainrot ~

-- some background --

Nobody knew when it was time to go up against the Devil that you were tempted to join him. While you never let on, his voice always spoke the loudest to you in the cards, and you relished the way his cunning nature enabled your own aggressive tendencies. While in the end you were able to work with your lover to preserve Vesuvia, you still feel a little guilt for the way his words continue to provoke you.

Julian

He's not going to judge someone for their past. The way he sees it, you're working with what you've got, and you're doing a fine job. If you're a little aggressive about it, cool

No seriously, he's kind of a fan. He got to watch you kick a rude customer out of your shop once and he still lies awake at night fantasizing about it

Let out some of your aggression with him. Please.

On a less indulgent note, he knows what it's like to have tendencies he's not proud of

It was a little daunting to tell him that it had been tempting to take the Devil's side and not live with any more constraints, and that you still struggle with some guilt about it, but he listened closely

He understands the feeling of guilt for something he didn't do, but still wanted to. He's quick to tell you how he relates to you, and to remind you of the lesson you taught him to live looking forward

Speaking of looking forward, are you sure you want to stay at the shop forever? You're not that well suited to customer service

Just saying, you have the potential to make a fine pirate ...

Asra

They didn't know of your affiliation until it came time to re-teach you magic, and the strong link they saw scared them a little at first

To be clear - he wasn't scared of or disturbed by you. He just knew firsthand what the Devil could be like, and he worried what kind of harm that affiliation might cause to the person he loves so much

It was another reason for them to be so secretive about your abilities - they weren't just waiting for your mind to heal enough to hear about the past, they were waiting for you to be strong enough to navigate a connection like that

He watched you when it came time to bargain with and subsequently trap the Devil, and he is so, so proud of you

Your short temper, aggressive nature, and quickness to violence are a different matter entirely. Everyone has things they struggle to control, that's part of being a person

They've spent years teaching you not to be afraid of or upset by your tendencies

If anything, they love the chance to see you let loose for the right reason. You're stunning when you're in your element

Nadia

You shake things up and she likes it

She's so used to maintaining total control of herself and biting back her immediate responses that your impulsive aggression is hugely refreshing

It's also a nice change when most of the people she interacts with prefer to hide their thoughts and actions as much as possible

Half the time you lose your patience and shout you just end up saying what she was already thinking

She's especially happy to find that you give as good as you get, and that the chances of her doing something you don't like without you letting her know is next to zero

She was able to perceive quite a bit of tension whenever you spoke to the Devil. She could tell how tempting it was for you to join him, and seeing your decision to resist only made her fall harder for you

As a result, she likes to challenge you to see your aggression as a gift instead of as a struggle

Have you considered some form of combat training? Fencing? Wrestling? You have a gift for violence, would you like to join her royal guard?

Muriel

You shake things up and it's better for him than he'd like to admit

If you're too quick to escalate things, he's the type who doesn't escalate even when it would be the appropriate thing to do

It was hard for him to get along with you at first. You remind him a bit too much of Lucio with your quick temper and loud voice, but you have a good heart

He especially saw it when the two of you were training under Morga. He came to recognize courage in your ferocity, and started to question what made a good person a good person

Of course, he didn't appreciate it as much when he was a little too close to your sparring matches and they started to get more aggressive than necessary

He's also quick to help you re-frame your guilt around your connection - you don't think he's a bad person after what he did, why would he think you're bad for what you didn't do?

He does value peace and quiet though, so he usually suggests that you stay in charge of splitting wood and other more violent jobs, just so you have a regular outlet

Portia

You have a short temper? She has a short temper too!

You're quick to throw a punch? So is she!

You two do learn quickly that it's not the best idea to only egg each other on. It doesn't always go well when you keep throwing each other's impulse control out the window every time something happens

You'll eventually perfect the art of taking turns reeling each other in. Though sometimes you play rock-paper-scissors for the chance to demolish an especially annoying person

Being with her takes "partner in crime" to a whole new level

It's a good thing you have both Nadia and Julian willing to smooth things over with their negotiating skills if you both blow up at the same time

She never drew a connection between you and the Devil - you were too busy dealing with her Aunt Tasya

You did one day confess it to her when it was really getting to you

She doesn't think it's any bigger of a deal than you say it is. As far as she's concerned, you are you, and that's who she loves

Lucio

Honestly, it's an ongoing struggle for him not to be jealous of you

You have the same tendencies he does. You have the same affiliation he does. You were even offered a deal without having to seek it out, and he knows for a fact that it was tempting

And yet, you chose to say no

At the same time, it's a whole lot easier to accept help from you because he knows it comes from someone who understands and chooses to love him anyways

He chooses to be inspired by you instead

And he adores your comfort level with combat. You want a fight? He is so down for a fight. Say the word and he'll drop everything for a match

Let's just say that it's a good thing you two are in the career path that you are in, because if you didn't both have the chance to let off steam for a good cause that often it would be a recipe for disaster

Some people get concerned because of how quick you two are to argue with each other, but it actually works pretty well because you both get where the other is coming from and are quick to forgive

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

[tsaritza-mika]

Unpopular Opinion...

This is gonna be an unpopular opinion, and I’m okay with that. Respond if you feel you must, or keep scrolling and forget I exist until I post something you like. It’s your choice, and I respect that. However...

On the subject of Lucio and forgiveness...

No, Lucio can never truly make up for the things he’s done. Because of him, literally thousands of people are no longer living, and it’s impossible for him to make that right in any meaningful way. There’s just no way around it. It doesn’t matter if his apologies were insincere or not, because that fact is still the same. BUT... like it was said in Julian’s upright route, you can’t just remain frozen in a single point in time, you have to try moving forward. Absolutely none of the other characters have EVER forgiven Lucio for the things he’s done, and they have every right to reject any attempts at apologies for those actions. Lucio tipped the scales too far, and that can’t be undone. The other affected LIs have simply moved on from it.

At no point in Lucio’s route do we ever hear from Morga, Asra, Nadia, Salim, or Aisha, that Lucio’s apologies have ever been accepted. And we never see Lucio attempt to do the same to Julian or Muriel in his route, likely because the outcome would be the same, and there wasn’t room or time for that. The sincerity of the apology doesn’t matter with the things he’s done. So instead, they simply move forward. Up until a certain point in Lucio’s route, Asra’s only motivation is to help MC. That’s it. It isn’t until he and Nadia start seeing legitimate attempts at change, to at least help stop the things he has an actual chance to stop, do they start responding more positively toward Lucio. And even after that, helping Lucio means stopping the literal end of the world, so yeah, they had a vested interest in things to a point there. Even then, there’s no forgiveness for Lucio’s actions, but they aren’t stuck emotionally in the past anymore.

MC is way forgiving in his route too, not gonna lie. I mean personally, if I found out the guy I was currently dating had been the root cause of my death, and then my current ex was further traumatizing himself being around him in an attempt to bring me back to life, honestly, we’d probly have a far longer conversation than simply, ‘You said you were sorry, and that you wouldn’t do it again’. But, let’s also remember there too, MC has had the closest front row seat to Lucio trying to make positive changes, so yeah, MC let’s him off the hook for a huge chunk of that where maybe I would have needed a little more there.

Sometimes, and in the case of Lucio I believe this to be true, the best option for him is to simply remove himself from everyone else’s lives. Asra and Nadia have been there personally to see Lucio start making positive changes, so Lucio can be around them without unintentionally causing more emotional damage. But Julian and Muriel haven’t seen that, and they deserve to be left alone to live their lives without Lucio in it. If Lucio had tried doing everything in his upright route and then seeking out Julian and Muriel, telling him that he’s changed and wanted to apologize, yeah no, they would have called bullshit and ripped him a new one, and would have every right to do so. No. Lucio doesn’t deserve forgiveness for anything he’s done, and very likely he’ll never have it either. Can he remove himself from his victim’s lives and instead try making better choices so he doesn’t make the same mistakes and cause more pain? Yes. Yes he can.

#unpopular opinion #the arcana #the arcana game lucio #the arcana game #lucio morgasson #arcana lucio #count lucio #montag morgasson

[bakuliwrites]

Intimate, Part 5- Portia x GN!Reader

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationships: Portia x Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: You enjoy an afternoon of decadent desserts with Portia.

Author’s Notes: Hey all! This is a six part series, one story for each of the M6. Just a selection of sensual moments with the M6. I have the whole fic up on my AO3, but I figured I’d post it here, too :) Here you can find Julian, Asra, Nadia, Muriel, and Lucio. Enjoy!

You sit at the little wooden table, lost in thought as you stare out the window of Portia’s cottage at the garden beyond. The sun creeps closer to the horizon, bathing Vesuvia in hues of gold and orange. Birds twitter up in the treetops, springtime love songs chirped sweetly to one another. Pepi dozes peacefully on the porch steps, ear flicking absentmindedly when a small gnat buzzes too close by. In the background, Portia bustles about the kitchen, gathering ingredients for a decadent treat she’s been looking forward to making all week. Your gaze sweeps over to her, observing as she pulls out a jar of honey from the cabinet and sets it aside a tin of earl gray tea leaves and some fresh oranges from the palace orchard. As soon as she pierces one of the fruits with the tip of her fingernail, the bright, citrusy scent fills the cottage. You inhale, luxuriating in this peaceful afternoon, all your worries from the week washing away. 

You watch as Portia quickly peels some of the oranges, surreptitiously popping a slice into her mouth. She sets one orange aside, to zest no doubt. Your eyes trail along her, taking in the curve of her hips, emphasized by the scarf cinched around her waist. Your eyes sweep over the swell of her bosom under her white shirt. You can feel heat bloom across your cheeks. Her fiery orange-red hair cascades in wild curls and waves down her back. The profile of her round face is just visible to you, her blue eyes sparkling in the late afternoon light. Her pink lips curve into a small smile when she catches your eye.

“What are you looking at?” she twitters, something impish glittering in her gaze. You can’t help the blush that paints your face, caught in the act of staring at your beloved Portia. 

“Need some help?” you offer, slowly rising from the table and making your way across the room. Portia smiles mischievously back at you. 

“If you’d like,” she returns with a small wink, “Want to measure some things out for me?” 

You start with the sugar and flour, leveling them off neatly by scraping the back of a knife across the top of the measuring cups. Portia instructs you to toss all your ingredients into a nearby wooden bowl and then get started on juicing some oranges. This is a task you do together, squeezing each one into a little container, making sure not to get any seeds or pulp in it. Portia lets out a small squeak when you’re a bit too enthusiastic with one and end up spattering the orange liquid all over her shirt.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” you apologize between laughs, grabbing a towel to help clean up the mess you made. Portia merely dissolves into laughter, freckled face bright with joy. 

“Two can play in that game!” she giggles, pinching some flour between her fingertips and tossing it at you. You gasp in fake exasperation as a puff of white powder hits you squarely in the chest, spattering the front of your outfit. 

“Oh, so it’s a battle you want, then?” you tease, beaming jovially as you scoop up an even larger handful of flour, ready to scatter it in the air like magic dust. The kitchen is filled with twittering laughs and shrieks as you and Portia duke it out, casting flour at one another and trying to dodge one another's attacks. It eventually devolves into a tickle fight, which neither of you win. You and Portia are left breathless on the ground, trying to catch your breath through the endless laughter. 

“I suppose we ought to finish up,” Portia suggests, wiping tears from her eyes as she pulls herself up. 

“Oh, my abs hurt now,” you manage to jokingly whine as Portia grips your hand to help you up. 

“Whose fault is that?” she taunts with a grin, jabbing your side one last time before finishing up the assembly of her cake. You stand back, allowing Portia to work her magic. She mixes together all the ingredients, expertly folding everything together with a spatula. Her motions are purposeful, strong. She’s an expert in her craft and it delights you to no end to watch a master perform their work. Portia has probably made this cake a thousand times, or at least some variant of it. Each time, she makes it a little differently. And every time, it’s just as delicious as the last. 

Once Portia is done, she pours it all into a baking tin. You feel mesmerized by the golden-brown batter drizzling down into the tin, velvety and thick. As Portia opens the oven, a blast of heat wooshes out.

“There,” she concludes, dusting off her hands, “Now we just have to wait! Wanna sit on the porch for a bit? Enjoy the sunset?”

“Yes!” you return enthusiastically, before you spot a bit of flour smudged on Portia’s cheek, “But wait, you’ve got something on your face.” 

Gently, you wipe off the bit of powder with the pad of your thumb. You linger for a moment, tenderly smoothing over Portia’s cheekbone, lost in thought. Her eyes sparkle like the ocean, big and blue. You tuck an errant red curl behind her ear, fingertips grazing the soft strands of her hair. She tilts her head to the side, planting a soft kiss to your wrist.

“Or we could just stay inside,” she almost whispers, eyes now dusky from where they gaze at you from under hooded lashes. You nod slowly, allowing Portia to pull you into her, pressing you close as she lays her lips along yours. She tastes sweet, like honey, bergamot, and orange. Your tongue skims the part in her lips, requesting entrance, which Portia grants a moment later. As you explore the warmth of her mouth, her hands rove your torso, fingers sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt and trailing along your stomach. Her nails tickle, sending goosebumps across your skin, as she toys with the hem of your pants. 

Gentle, slow kisses turn into desperate pleas of passion. Your hands tangle in Portia’s long locks and you find yourself utterly lost in their blazing curls. Her fingertips knead the tender flesh of your thighs before sweeping around to take a handful of your ass. Before you know it, you and Portia are stumbling towards her bed, casting off clothing this way and that. You lay atop the colorful quilted spread, taking in the sight of beautiful Portia illuminated against the spring outside. The room is hazy, mid-afternoon sunlight filtering in through the curtains, dust motes floating ethereally through each gilded beam. You gesture for your beloved to climb atop you. 

“May I?” you question, voice catching in your throat as you offer, “I’d love to please you.” 

Portia’s cheeks turn crimson as she glances away, flustered. 

“Oh, I mean- But what about you?” she begins, but you press your lips to hers, swallowing up her words.

“I’d like to, if you’re alright with that?” you go on, trailing kisses along her jawline before settling your lips just behind her ear. She lets out a soft moan as you suckle the sensitive skin there.

“That would be lovely,” she breathes, lips brushing against the palm of your hand. 

With this, you withdraw from Portia’s neck and lay back against the pillows. You motion for Portia to put her legs to either side of your face, allowing her to hover over you. You grip her thighs, kneading and massaging as you bring her heat to your mouth. Slowly, you drag your tongue along her folds, teasing her entrance and drawing a startled gasp from her. You can hear her twittering laugh, music to your ears. You smirk against her, relishing the warmth of her body, worshiping her hips with your hands.  

As your tongue swirls deftly around Portia’s clit, you trail one hand up to her breast. The pad of your thumb circles the hardened bud of her nipple, drawing out pleasured sighs and needy keens from your beloved. Portia gently rocks her hips against you as your expert tongue flicks and circles. You could lose yourself to this sensual activity for hours, pleasuring your hardworking, mischievous darling. Her sweet scent and comforting warmth is enough to bring you to ecstasy. 

“You really know what you’re doing,” Portia utters with a breathless laugh. 

“You deserve the best, my darling,” you return, pausing only for a moment to kiss either side of Portia’s inner-thighs before diving back into her folds. With each swipe of your tongue, you can feel her getting closer and closer to finishing. Her thighs clench on either side of you, body trembling with her inevitable undoing. 

“Oh, I’m so close,” she breathes, eyes shut tight in anticipation. You hum against her, dragging your tongue teasingly slow along her heat before letting it dart in and out of her entrance. With one final twirl around her clit, you feel Portia shudder. Her hands find their way to yours, intertwining fingers and gripping tight as she rides your mouth to euphoria. Her hips rock erratically and you try to keep an even but fast pace. With a cry of your name, Portia comes undone entirely, squeezing your hands so tight, you wonder if she might break them. But you hardly notice, lost in bliss at Portia’s undoing, lapping up her ecstasy. 

As Portia settles, her breaths steadying and heart quelling, she lifts herself off you and snuggles up beside you. Hungrily, she envelopes your lips. You return her kiss with equal fervor, grasping desperately at her form. Whispered, “I love you’s,” and quiet praise are exchanged before you fall into a lapse of comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s embrace. The sun outside is low on the horizon, the sky turning to dark indigo and pink. The cottage is filled with the scent of orange and vanilla. All feels peaceful and calm. 

“Do you suppose the cake is ready?” you venture, the delectable scent reminding you how hungry you are. 

“Haven’t you already had dessert?” Portia teases, pecking your nose. 

“Well, yes,” you giggle, cupping her face in one hand, “But what about second-dessert?” Portia passes a knowing look your way before smiling wickedly.

“Well,” she begins in a low voice, lips just centimeters from yours, cruelly tempting you, “What if I want two desserts, too?” 

You crack a wide, devilish grin. You can feel Portia’s breath fanning against you, an electric tension in the air.

“Who am I to deny that, then?” you return, before Portia fervently presses her lips to yours.

#the arcana #portia devorak #portia x apprentice #portia x reader #portia x mc #gender neutral reader #gender neutral apprentice #my fanfiction #spicy #very spicy #lemon #ao3 #kitchen fights with Portia would be the best #and her cottage is just so cozy #dani writes

[drustvar]

Ch. 7: Standstill

A few days spent in quiet respite before the drama begins again.

WC: 1,196 A/N: Tried to shave this chapter down to a more reasonable word count as opposed to the big fat boy ones I've been posting. Asra and Rosie's dynamic hurts my heart in the very best of ways. Ao3 Link in reblog || Full text available under read more.

The smell of hot lemon tea drew Rosie from her slumber, and she groggily followed it into the kitchen; all the while trying to shake off the dull headache that panged at her temples. Whether it was from chugging moonshine or from screaming until her voice was hoarse was anyone's guess.  “Good morning, Rosie.” Asra looked up from the bubbling kettle. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” She said nothing, just wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. “Oh? What’s this for?” 

“I wasn’t here to give you a hug when you came home,” she murmured. “And I’m sorry for being such a bitch last night.”  “You were really hurt,” he said as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“But I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. That was wrong o’ me. And that couch sucks, we need a new one.”

He laughed and squeezed her hand. “How about I go pick us up some breakfast, are you sick of pumpkin bread yet?” “Never,” she smiled as he poured her tea. “And then we can have a nice self-care day, how does that sound?” “Sounds perfect,” the steam from her tea curled gently around her face, and for a brief moment she was able to forget everything that had happened. She smiled as she playfully bumped Asra with her hip. "Now get going, I'm hungry!" The next few days were quiet and mercifully and uneventful. Rosie had sent word to the Palace that she was sick and needed a few days to recover, and they’d kept the shop closed just to maintain the façade. Pippin had made his way home and promptly scolded her for lying, but after being given a slice of banana bread he seemed to forget all about it. The days were a much needed reprieve, but every day at sunset she found herself staring out the window at the streets. Her journal had started to fill up with prose and sketches of a familiar face; any notes about the Count’s murder were quickly being crowded out.

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Asra had left before she’d even woken up that morning, which wasn’t unusual. But given the recent events, Rosie had hoped he would have ditched the habit. Up until then, he had been quietly attentive; always nearby like a sympathetic shadow.  A sudden, loud knocking at the front door startled her as she was going about her morning routine.

‘Who could that be?’ She wondered as she made her way downstairs, drawing her shawl closer around her shoulders. ‘ It can’t be Asra, unless he’s forgotten his key again. ’

“Rosie, are you home? It’s Portia,” a voice called from the other side of the door. “I know you said you were sick, but we really need to talk.”  ‘Portia? Oh no, is Julian…’ She hurriedly opened the door and ushered Portia inside.

“I’m glad I managed to catch you. Have you been feeling any better?” “Yes, yes. What’s going on? Is everything alright?” Rosie didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d never been sick at all. But Portia didn’t answer, her attention was now drawn to all the various wares of the shop. 

“Oh wow, look at this place!” She was completely awestruck. Tea tins with brightly painted florals on the shelves, bundles of herbs carefully tied in vases, crystal suncatchers sparkling as they caught the sunrise; her eyes glittered as she took it all in. “ This is your shop?” 

“Oh, it’s not much,” Rosie couldn’t help but smile at the way Portia darted around, ooh-ing and aah-ing at everything. As nice as it was to be visited, what Portia had said at the door had worried her. “You said we needed to talk. Is everything alright?”

“You’re right, sorry!” Portia said, focused again. “There’s a couple things. Milady wanted me to see how you were faring…and, uhm, to see if any progress had been made on the investigation,” she said, her words becoming much quieter. “You know, with Ily- with Julian.” Her bright smile had faded, as if it had never been there.  “I’m uh,” Rosie ran her hands over her arms. “I’m working on it.”  ‘If you consider drawing him surrounded by little hearts, “working on it”.’ She thought. Portia stared at her for a long moment, wringing her hands in her sash. “Really? Have you made any progress?” 

“Sort of. I think,” Rosie pulled her shawl tighter around herself and fiddled with the tassels on its edge. “Did you find him?” “Have you had anything to eat this morning?” Rosie asked, trying to change the subject. “Can I make you tea? Coffee? I made muffins yesterday if you'd-”  “I’m just worried,” Portia continued, having not seemed to hear her. “I haven’t seen him since that day I ran into him here. If you had run into him since…” 

Rosie sighed. "I've seen him." 

“You have?” 

“Aye, uh…well.” 

“Ugh, listen Rosie,” Portia grasped her hand. “We all ran into each other here the other day. And I know neither of us are in any hurry to turn him in, but if Milady catches him, she’s going to hang him. I’m not about to let that happen.”

“I’m not either.” 

“I know, but it's still good to hear... So, we need to get him out of the city,” Portia began to pace. “It’s the only way to keep him safe.” 

“That’s what I told him. Bless him, but…he’s a bit dense isn’t he? Will he even let us help?” Julian’s insistence that she would get caught in the crossfire if she didn’t stay away from him was still painfully fresh in her mind. She doubted he had changed.

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” 

“I guess I am.” Rosie sighed again as she sunk down at the table. “The other night…”  “The other night? You had better spill the beans.” “He pushed me away. Told me he needed to do this alone. Some big to do about a ‘darkness’ inside him,” Rosie laughed bitterly and waved her hand dismissively. “And to think, I really thought…” She trailed off and shook her head. "Doesn't matter, does it? What matters is we find him before he gets himself killed." 

“That definitely sounds like Ilya… And let me guess, he said it was to keep you safe? He used to do that to me all the time when we were younger. He never let me handle anything on my own,” Portia leaned back, looking off into the distance. “Always shouldering someone else’s burdens while lamenting how heavy the load is. I mean, it’s nice to hear he’s still the same brother I knew; maybe now that I’m older I can finally carry some of that weight. Rosie,” She got to her feet and offered her hand. “Ilya needs people he can rely on. He might need you, so let's go find him.”  “Do you have any idea where he might be?” “Oh, I think I know exactly where he is."  "Right," Rosie ran her fingers through her hair as she got back to her feet and grabbed her bag off its hook by the door. "Lead the way then, captain." 

#all those little drawings are a surprise tool that will help us later :^) #rosie on the floor PINING you know shes blasting sad indie folk records 'no im fine dont worry about me i promise' #kismet #rosie #julian #julian devorak #portia #portia devorak #arcana #mine

[tasrasimp]

M6 + some short angsty prompts I’ve found

A/n: Hello my dears! Here I am, starting up yet another fanfiction blog but it’s for the Arcana this time! Frankly, I eat angst for breakfast so… Here ya go, some angst that made me sick to write 😬

A/n#2: This turned out much longer than I intended(🤌), so I’ll be posting the characters separately 💕

Prompt: “I know I shouldn’t love you, and yet I still do.”

Pairing: (Unrequited) Asra x GN reader | Lucio x GN reader

Warnings: Unrequited love | Drunk, painful ramblings | Drenched in angst

|✨Asra✨ | Julian | Muriel | Lucio | Portia | Nadia |

“Asra…” His name leaves you in a winded breath. Seeing him like this — body quaking, his words slurring together in an incoherent blubbering — knocks your breath from you. You kneel down to his eye level, the smell of alcohol finally making it to your nose, along with the light smell of the rain sure to come tonight. How long has it been since you’ve seen Asra? Three months, at least. You’d started to miss him terrible. Now, finally, you get to see him again, yet this is how he’s come to you; you try to swallow the bitter taste it puts into your mouth. You grab his elbows gently, trying to rouse his slumped form just outside of your shop door.

“Y/n…” His soft and melodic voice has become choked from strain, gravelly with tears, “why does it have to be him?”

His head lolls back, harshly smacking the stone behind him — he winces and you let out a soft gasp — but his dull amethyst eyes focus solely on you. He scans your face quietly. The crease between his brow worsens with every second that passes in silence before his head falls and his white curls obscure your view of his face. “I told myself that no matter what..” He pauses, swallows, and continues, “I would accept everything that you do… Whoever you decide to love, whatever you decide to do, where ever you want to go…” His voice weakens and falls off into a squeak. You know exactly where this is going, and it makes your hands tremble and breath jump from you… You hope that maybe you’re wrong. Maybe it’s not that.

His shoulders shake before his chest heaves with a soft gasp. “But him?” His voice quavers thickly.

“Asra…” You’re at a loss of words. For the last few months, you’ve tiptoed around Asra, always afraid to unintentionally hurt him. He’s not taken to your relationship with Lucio well. “Please come inside, Asra. It’s going to rain tonight…” You try to tug him up but he stubbornly remains in his spot.

“Go in there?” He wants it to be mean — you can tell by the pointed glance and grimace he gives you while shaking off your hands — but it still comes out as a whine, “Go in there and have to relive everything I can’t have?” A heavy sigh that leaves you as your own head falls… You can’t help the tightening in your chest, or the thought that’s wiggled into your mind like an unwelcome bug since Asra first gave you this look; maybe you shouldn’t stay with Lucio… Maybe you owe more to Asra…

“I’m sorry…” Is all you can whisper through your own thickening voice.

“Sorry?” He spins to you, quickly bringing himself to his knees in front of you and taking your warmed cheeks in his freezing hands. “I’m not saying this to make you apologize! Y/n, I can’t stand to loose you to him… He.. He…” Asra hiccups into another sob, his trembling hands tightening slightly on the side of your head, pulling gently at your hair, and you cup his hand with your own; what else are you supposed to do? You search his crumbling expression. “He has taken everything from me…” Asra manages to whisper, spilling purple eyes widely staring at the ground. “He took my parents, left me on the streets… It… It was so…” He steals his expression and brings his reddened eyes to your own. “He made Muriel kill people, made me his little puppet, gave Julian the plagued — he killed you —“ Again his hardened expression toppled into a sob, your own tears freely falling from your eyes now, “How could you love him?” You have to piece together what he says because he whispers it so quietly, barely audible over the wind howling through the city streets. Complete silence falls over the two of you. Your hunched body trembles at the cold air assaulting your front and the numb ache raging through your body. Asra falls into another fit of sobs; you can smell the alcohol on his tongue… Asra rarely drinks. What is in his mind that made him drink so much? So carelessly? He never drinks unless he’s with—

“Asra!” That familiar voice barks a few strides away from your shop door. You vision is blurred from the tears bubbling in your eyes, but you still recognize the red hair and tall slender frame. He scrambles to remove Asra from you. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” The smell of alcohol reeks from Julian as well. He lowers his voice to address the white haired form desperately fighting to cling on to you. “Asra, this is the last place you need to be right now. I’ll take you back—“

“I can’t leave them!” Asra’s sudden scream startles the both of you. His white curls tangle as he shakes his head violently, “I can’t leave them again!” Finally, your very own sob makes your head fall, and a strangled sigh falls from Julian.

“Oh, dear, don’t cry… Please, Asra is just…” Julian’s hand meets your shoulder hesitantly, “He’s drunk… A few too many salty bitters will make you say the damndest things!” He tries to chuckle the gloom away from the two of you, but his light expression quickly falls away again. Julian’s good at many things, but consoling someone isn’t one of them; let alone consoling two people at odds with each other.

“Look, Asra… We need to go.” It seems Asra has no intention of listening to Julian, as his hands tighten their hold on you — his grip almost painful — and he meets your eyes with a pleading look.

“I know I shouldn’t love you…” His thumb runs gently, trembling, over your cheekbone, his gaze slowly tracing every feature, and he swallows thickly, “And yet…” His quaking hands move to smooth out your tousled hair with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “I still do…” He releases his grip on you — you almost drop your head as his support leaves you — and takes Julian’s outstretched hands.

“Up ya go!” Julian grunts as he bears a majority of Asra’s weight. You’re left trembling on the ground. Julian stumbles down the steps with Asra, but he stops at the bottom. He turns over his shoulder, takes a deep breath, and then brings his eyes to yours. Earnestly, he says, “Y/n… I’m really sorry about all of this. He’s not… Handling things well right now—“

“You think?” You quietly snap. What the hell does he think he’s doing letting Asra get drunk when he knows he’s like this? Using the door to support your weight, you stand and bring your eyes to Julian. He’s quick to divert his eyes. “Wait here.” You demand as you spin around and begin to whip up a tonic for the hangover Asra will suffer tomorrow when he wakes up. For good measure, you include his favorite tea leaves, a slice of pumpkin bread, and another tonic for Julian. There’s a tremble in your hands as you work. You wrap the bundle up tightly, scribble a small note to Asra, and shove it toward Julian. He gently takes it, expression falling with a sigh at your shaken look; you’re barely containing another sob. He opens his mouth to say something.

“I—“

“Alcohol will not magically solve every that hurts!” You snap to the both of them with your arms crossing over your chest. Asra merely chuckles a bitter acknowledgment, but Julian looks to his feet with a shamed blush. “This goes for the both of you: never take up a bottle when something hurts. It doesn’t rinse it away… It makes it worse.” You pull your lips into a thin line in a sorry attempt to stop the trembling of your lips and jut your chin towards the package in Julian’s hand. “Brew it tomorrow morning for the both of you, it’ll help the hang over. Make sure you eat with it too!” You turn away with crossed arms, beginning to close the door to your shop, but you stop short. You turn around to meet Asra’s weary gaze, tears rolling across an expressionless face, “And Asra… Make sure you read that note too.” You shut the door before either of them can say anything else.

With the door shut and secure against them, you press your back against the smooth wood. The contrast of that cold wood and your hot palms sends a nauseating shiver through your body. Through your open window, the sounds of Julian scolding the magician and Asra spewing back to him his reasons and excuses carries through with the cold night wind. Your shoulders lurch forward and you slap your hand over your mouth to try and strangle the shrill of the sob that’s left you. There’s a weakness in your legs that makes you fall to your knees and cradle your head in your hands.

What do you do? What can you do?

Do you deserve to love anyone but Asra? Your body begins to tremble. Do you deserve any of what Asra has given you? Your body is hunched over. Do you deserve to be alive right now? You wonder if Asra will be able to answer your note tomorrow after he sobers up…

“I’m so sorry Asra. What do I do?” Is scribbled on that note to Asra, barely legible. That question… You’re not strong enough to answer it yourself. So you’ve asked him for guidance one last time; you promise it’s the last time…

What do you do?

#Asra x reader angst #Asra x GN reader #Lucio x reader #the arcana angst #the arcana #the arcana fanfic #the arcana fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #lucio x mc #asra x mc #julian devorak

[the-apprentice-lia]

Hey! I saw that you do headcanons as well? Sorry if I’m asking in the right place but I loved your post on Asra’s hurt!! Could you possibly do the “mc getting slapped by the m6” ask please? My angsty little heart needs foodddd

hiii!! i’m so glad you liked my post:)) don’t worry, i’ll do my best to not cry when i’m writing this although it probably won’t work

i just wanna say that under no circumstances is it okay to hurt your partner!! please don’t take this post the wrong way:)

the main 6 slapping mc

asra

• it probably started because of how much he keeps from you. you know it’s just because he doesn’t want to see you hurt or unhappy because of how much of your life you’ve lost to your premature death, but it’s still so infuriating. you’re not a child, and you tell him as much.

• as much as you love each other, arguments can get messy. you know so much about each other that it’s difficult not to go for the soft parts in an argument, and you just snap.

• they’re probably running his hands through his hair, tears of frustration and pent up feelings slipping down his cheeks and catching the light of the many candles around the shop, making them glister strangely beneath the low light.

• “asra, you’re being ridiculous. how in the arcana am i supposed to know about who i was if you won’t fucking tell me?” you shout at them, crystals and glass bottles clinking together on the shelves.

• asra breaks, finally raising his voice as well, telling you that you’re acting like a child. you feel a twisted feeling of satisfaction at his loss of control. at least they’re actually treating you like a person— but you’re still so frustrated.’why can’t he just see that you’re not a china doll, easily broken and delicately made?

•you’re screaming now, tears blurring your vision. all you see is red. “if i’m acting like such a child then why did you even bother bringing me back? you should have just fucking left me to rot beneath the lazaret if you won’t so much as—” you’re cut off with a sharp crack.

• asra’s stronger than they look, and he wasn’t thinking as he lashed out in anger and pain, so you probably stumble back into the shelves behind you, or onto the counter of the shop.

• you touch your hand to your hot cheek with a dull feeling of surprise. it’s as if everything is through a haze, your gaze flickering up to meet asra’s horrified one as you take a step back, a dry sob heaving through your chest as your knees give out and you sink to the floor.

• “mc, i’m so sorry, i can’t— i don’t— please. i’m so sorry,” he stumbles over his words as he crouches before you, giving you enough space that you could easily leave. you don’t, and he breathes out slowly as they reach towards you and gently, heartbreakingly softly, cups your face to turn it towards him. he inhales sharply as he takes in your bruised cheekbone, red already beginning to spread outwards in the shape of his hand, and he flinches to see that he’s hurt you, his beloved apprentice.

• he opens his arms slowly, hesitantly, and you sink into them, burying your face in his scarves and then drawing back slightly with a faint hiss as your cheek touches the fabric, and he lets out a sob as well, burying his face in your sweet-smelling hair. murmurs “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” into you over and over again, rocking you back and forth on the floor of the shop.

• he’ll hurt for weeks after, even after the bruise fades, he’ll simply refuse to touch you for days after the incident. whispers “but what if i hurt you,” his voice breaking at the mere thought of it, and you cradle him to you, stroking his cheek as he shakes.

nadia

• the argument was probably about her refusing to ask for help. she’s been alone for so long that the refusal simply comes naturally. she has to prove that she can be successful alone, that she can make something of herself without anyone.

• at first, you tell her gently that she can trust you, that you’re always here for her, and that she doesn’t have to do this alone— but she doesn’t want to hear it, telling you insistently that she doesn’t need any help.

• “your dark circles would say otherwise, nadi! you can’t keep going on like this!” you tell her, your voice strained as you lay a hand on her arm. you just want to help her, but she won’t listen to you. “i can do it myself,” she tells you coldly, pulling away from you and turning back to her work. “i don’t need your help. i never have.”

• you feel the hurt blossom in your chest, but you try to push it down as you close her books, smudging the ink on a document by mistake. “nadi, please.” you tell her, but she doesn’t even seem to hear you as she opens her books and sets her jaw, looking at the ruined document. you bite your lip in dismay and go to apologise, but she cuts in before you get the chance. “you ruin everything. you’re such a nuisance, can you not find anything better to do with your time than to bother me? i am the countess of vesuvia, and i don’t need your help.” she’s shouting by the end of her outburst, and you recoil, hurt now showing across your face— but it’s quickly replaced by anger.

• you laugh disbelievingly, your voice spiteful and pained as you speak. “you don’t need my help? well that’s certainly a different tune than the one you were singing when you came to me in the middle of the night, asking for my help. and even then i gave it unbegrudgingly. you’re so stubborn, nadia! you’re so ridiculously naïve that you can’t even see that not everybody’s against you. so your sisters acted like every older sibling the world over, and excluded you from a few games. you carry grudges as if the world’s out to get you and nobody seeks to help you. you’re such a child! why—” your screaming cuts off at the sharp crack.

• you cry out at the sudden flare of pain. nadia’s also a lot stronger than she looks— i mean, she’s a master sword-fighter. and so, you stumble backwards into the marble table opposite her desk, turning away from her to catch your breath, your figure shaking with quiet sobs. everything seems to fall away, and you hold your arms around yourself in a poor attempt to keep your paroxysms of sobs quiet.

• nadia is completely silent. the jarring force snapped her out of whatever tired grumpiness she had been wallowing in, and now she’s just looking at her hands, a look of absolute horror twisting her features as she takes in the hand, resting palm-down on her knees, that she used to— to— she can’t even think about it. she has betrayed your trust, used your relationship, built on a foundation of love and mutual respect, to hurt you. it’s as if she’s seeing the world through a haze of disbelief. she’s taken advantage of your love for her, she’s physically violated you, and the thought of that leaves her physically ill. hot tears drop steadily into her lap, as she turns her hands over, and her eyes widen even more, if possible, with horror. blood glisters thickly on her index finger, coating the closest section to her palm where a golden ring sits. the countess of vesuvia never takes her rings off during the day, and she’s snapped out of her daze by the quiet hiss that comes from where you stand.

•when the first tears stream down your face, you hiss at the sharp pain, touching your fingers gently to your face and wincing as they come into contact with… is that a wound? you stare at them as they come away a deep, garnetine red. your hair is sticking to the blood running down your face from the wound. you sob dryly as the pain sets in, and by the gods it stings. it seems that even the air twists into your opened skin, burning sharply. you’re so lost in the mist of disbelief you barely notice when nadia comes up behind you.

• “my love?” her voice comes, softly, and you stiffen as she lays a hand on your upper arm. she withdraws it quickly as her voice breaks. “please, mc. say anything. look at me, i beg of you.” you don’t say anything for a minute before you inhale softly and turn to her.

• something in nadia breaks. she lifts shaking fingers up to her mouth as your eyes meet hers, and she takes in what she’s done to you. she’s sliced your upper-cheek open from just short of the bridge of your nose to almost the edge of your face. and the cut is deep. bruising spreads around it, in the shape of her hand, and she lets out a sob before dropping to her knees, taking your hand in hers. “by the arcana, mc, i am so, so sorry— i don’t know— i can’t— please, my love, i am so sorry,” she presses her forehead to your hand before you start to cry, sinking to your knees as well and burying your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking. you hiss softly as you draw your hand away and it comes away a glistening, wine-dark red.

• you flinch away from her as she comes to envelop you in a hug. “don’t. please,” you say softly, pulling yourself away from her. you leave bloodstains on the floor. her eyes hold inexplicable sorrow and remorse in them, as she nods haltingly, her heart breaking as she realises— you’re… afraid of her. later, she’ll bury her head into her pillow and sob her heart out but for now, she needs you to know to not be afraid of her. she loves you, you know that— and you need to know she’ll never violate the trust you put in her again.

• “mc… please. i’m so, so inexplicably sorry for what i’ve done to you. i promise it will never happen again.” her voice is soft, and she speaks to you as if you’re a wounded deer she’s found in the palace gardens, her voice breaking as she lets you see that she’s approaching you, her arms in front of her as she holds them out softly when she’s quite close to you.

• you look at her, meet her eyes with yours, and slowly settle into her embrace as she lets out a quiet sob of relief, burying her head in your hair. you pull away with a quiet gasp of pain when her hair meets your wound, and she cups your face (your good side) softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb as you close your eyes and she moves closer to you, giving you the time to pull away before her lips meet your forehead and she kisses you there gently before pressing one just above your cut and pulling you back to her, minding your cheek. you cry softly into her chest, and she does so into your hair. the two of you stay there until the blood starts to dry on your cheek and she stands, helping you up.

• “i’m taking you to the infirmary, dearest one.” “but… nadia.” you gesture to the state you’re in with a raised eyebrow. blood stains your collar and had dripped down your cheek in steady rivulets— and now your entire cheek is coated in blood. the cut itself is deep and thorough, splitting the skin so that the flesh beneath is easily visible, and the black, blue, and red flesh around your cut in the shape of nadia’s hand is enough that there is no room to doubt how your injury happened. “i’m your partner. there’s nobody else that would have done this— your entire court will know.” you look at her gently. “i can hide this.”

• and yet again, nadia’s heart is absolutely crushed. broken. shattered. “my heart, you should not have to hide what i have done. we’re going to the infirmary.”

• the entire way there, nadia weathers the stares and whispers with, for once, a bent head. you tighten your fingers around her hand— you know how important the favour of the court is. when you finally arrive, and you have to explain, haltingly, how you were injured, nadia gets a few looks of unbridled disgust as your injuries are treated. you squeeze her hand every now and again, and she looks at you gratefully. her eyes darken as you bite your lip roughly when the antiseptic meets it, your eyes watering as she strokes your hand, never taking her eyes away from you.

• afterwards, will absolutely doubt herself as a leader and a partner. no matter if you forgive her, no matter that the bruise fades and the wound heals, she’ll still always linger on your scar when she’s kissing your face, she’ll still murmur “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, darling,” into your hair for months after.

• if anyone is so much as even vaguely disdainful towards you with respects to your scar, you’ll literally have to talk her down from having them thrown out/arrested. you forgive her, and she loves you with all of her— but when dark feelings surface now there’s absolutely nothing you can do that will even get a shadow of a rise out of her. is just calm and collected. never so much as raises her voice at you.

• will 100% look at you as you sleep and hate herself for harming you in any way.

hope you enjoyed the angst fest!! these were so long— but i’ll do the next four periodically:)

#nadia the arcana #nadia x mc #nadia headcanons #nadia satrinava #countess nadia #the arcana nadia #asra the arcana #asra x mc #the arcana angst #angst headcanon #asra headcanons #asra alzanar #the arcana asra

[ash-writies]

Not A Monster

A/n: Hey hehe I posted this on my ao3 just now here's the link! But if you wanna read here then here it is! This is based on Monster from Adventure Time: Distant Lands! I spent quite a bit on this and I think it came out good. Hope you enjoy!Give the song a listen also haha

You stretched out, expecting to feel an always hot Muriel beside you, instead feeling nothing but the furs. Frowning you sat up and looked around. All you saw was Inanna and a fire that was becoming dim.

“Do you know where Muriel went?” you asked her, getting up and pulling some clothes out of a trunk. She gave you a small howl and plopped down next to the fire. You sighed and pulled your clothes on. Giving yourself a final once over you stepped outside to grab some logs, stopping in your tracks when you saw Muriel, hugging his knees against the hut.

“Are you okay?” you asked crouching beside him.

“Mhm,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. You tilted your head to the side and as if he could see you, though his face was covered, he continued, “I- didn’t want to wake you is all,” he looked up at you and blushed.

“You know it wouldn’t bother me,” you said, patting his arm, “I still have time before I need to head into town if you wanna talk.”

“No,” he gasped enthusiastically, “just go, we can talk when you get back.” He rose to his feet and helped you up.

The whole time you were worried about him. Even though he wasn’t an open book he’s been sharing his worries with you. You wanted to remind him about how much you love him and how he deserves happiness. Before you went back, you stopped to get some of his favorite snacks.

“What’s this?” he asked as you handed him some eel.

“I noticed you weren’t having a good morning,” you answered as you set your bag down and began taking your shoes off, “so I wanted to get something that would make you a bit happy.” You smiled up at him as you slid the other shoe off.

“I’m sorry about that, I-” he began. There was a long pause as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, “I just can’t explain properly right now.” He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him snd running your fingers through his hair.

“I’ll always be here when you want to talk, even if it’s in the middle of the night.” You felt the tension leave his shoulders as he leaned more into your touch. Eventually, you two went from hugging to cuddling with Inanna in between you.

As you ran a hand down her fur you just barely caught what Muriel muttered, “are you sure?”

“About what?” you asked softly, moving your hand from Inanna’s fur to his cheek.

“About staying with me…” if you could see him, he’d be blushing and avoiding your eyes.

You sighed, “Of course,” he sat up, “we’ll never grow old together because you’ll never grow old to me.” You sat up with him and pressed your hand against his back.

“Your-you scare me,” he said into his hands, “you’re the pink in my cheeks and I’m scared because it means I’m a little bit soft.” You said nothing as you waited for him.

“Lucio- I loved Asra, he was like a brother to me. Lucio used that against me, and it’s never felt the same since. Every time, at first, I felt like we could run away he’d stop me. Before the thought even got past my lips.” He shuddered and wrapped himself in his arms. You looked at him and gestured towards him, silently asking permission to touch him. He nodded and you slowly moved into his lap, one hand pulling his head into your neck and the other wrapping around him.

He continued as tears silently fell onto your shoulder, “he taught me how unwise it was to trust and love people. Though the docks were awful, it was so much better. We’d look out for each other, even though we were messed-up kids who taught ourselves how to live. But I’m still scared I’m not good enough.” You wanted so hard to butt in, to tell him how much you loved him and how he is safe now, but he already knew and he needed to say this.

You rubbed circles on his back as he carried on, “and all this with my parents, before I knew what happened- I’ve always felt like a monster, long before the coliseum. With everyone- the way they’re treating me- it’s not how I thought… I am so much more now but- Let’s just say I’m used to it- the way it was before.”

“I love you,” you said, he froze.

“What?”

“I love you, and your past, and all of your scars, and the way you talk to me,” the words seemed to spill from your lips, “you’re not a monster. You’re just Muriel, the man who has told me to leave about a million times because you didn’t want to hurt me. The man who learned a lot about a lot and became a billion times more than that ‘messed up kid’ you were. The man who, should~,” you joked poking at his sides, “know by now that we will protect each other from anything that comes our way.” You pulled back from him and wiped the tears off of his face, pressing kisses to all the stains they left on his cheeks.

By the time you were done he wasn’t blushing, just looking at you sheepishly, “Let’s get some rest,” you suggested, gently pushing him onto his back. You moved to his side and rested your head on his chest.

As you both began to fall asleep he pressed a kiss into your hair and whispered, “we’ll never grow old together, ‘cause you’ll never grow old to me…” he waited a beat to make sure you were asleep before continuing, “you’re the pink in my cheeks and I love that it means I’m a little bit soft.”

After a while, right when he was about to fall asleep he heard you whisper, “I’ll always love you too.”

#Muriel x reader #muriel the arcana #muriel x you #angst #hurt comfort #muriel x y/n #muriel x mc #brief mentions of trauma #lucio is mentioned #lucio the arcana #Asra the arcana #asra #muriel

[xaharadesert]

Returned Memories - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: This one is for @lunriphus, and has been sitting in my inbox for months, so I am so sorry. I also can’t believe I forgot about it because I was super excited to write it! The MC’s memories returning has always been one of my favourite “what ifs”, but it’s a little hard to write about because everyone’s MC has a different backstory. I’ve left it pretty vague, but of course some of the character’s have more canon relationship backstories than others, so each set of headcanons is pretty unique! Requests are open :) I’m writing this without my glasses on again, so please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes

Also: I don’t mean to be insensitive to people who have amnesia is real life— if anything within this post seems rude or ignorant, please let me know! I will fix it immediately!

❤️Julian❤️

Neither of you quite understood how exactly you got your memories back, but it wasn’t exactly the biggest concern

You finally knew who you were (are?), and you could finally make the connections that your brain had been on the verge of for so long

Julian was an excellent partner to have by your side while you navigated the differences and similarities between who you used to be and who you were now

You two had known each other to some degree before, but there was no pressure from him to be the way you used to be; he was happy for you because you seemed happier, not because he would gain anything from you recovering your memories

Some nights the two of you would stay up for hours, simply talking over some of your old shared memories, helping you connect the pieces

He was always wary of headaches— he knew that with magic involved he wouldn’t be able to do much to help you if things took a turn for the worse, so he was prepared to scoop you up and sprint over to wherever it was Asra was currently hiding out

Julian was careful not to push too hard if you were struggling to remember something you felt you should— he would be the first to remind you that these things take time, and that living in the present was more important than recalling the past

The only part of this he’s slightly bitter about is the fact that you can now remember and bring up any of the embarrassing things he did when you two first met (but he could never bring himself to stop you from mentioning them because he knew how important your memories were)

🧡Portia🧡

When you announced to her that you remembered something from your past she asked no questions, she was simply ecstatic

She knew that your missing memories could be hard on you, and there were occasions where she felt pointlessly guilty that she hadn’t known you before because she so badly wanted to give you the information you desired

So knowing that you were on the road to recovering bits of your past life? She might just have been even more excited than you!

She loves hearing you talk about anything you remember, from funny little stories to dark secrets— she feels like she gets to learn something new about you at the same time you’re discovering it, and it brings the two of you even closer

Portia is especially great at grounding you to the present

While it’s wonderful that you’re remembering your past life and everyone and everything in it, Portia could only ever be a part of your new life

Even if you started to recover more unwanted, dark memories, she would be right there to remind you that the past is the past, and as long as you’re with her, you can take or leave as much or as little of it as you want

💛Lucio💛

Finding out your memories were returning garnered an… interesting response from Lucio

He seemed conflicted, to say the least— he was happy about your excitement at recovering a part of yourself that you had previously considered gone forever, and he was glad that you could remember all of the amazing parties he used to throw, but…

What else, exactly, did you remember about him?

Did you remember him as a tyrant? A warlord? A petty imbecile, too incompetent to rule over Vesuvia?

As ignorant as he seemed to be toward mass criticism, he wasn’t as stupid as people thought— he knew that the snide comments he would still occasionally overhear weren’t isolated incidents

He knew that you loved him as the two of you were in the present; but he was terrified of what you had thought of him in the past

Lucio knew that he was capable of changing, as he had grown as a person immensely after meeting you, but would your old opinions overshadow your belief in him?

He would want to be as supportive as possible, but his doubts would plague his mind every time you would share an old recovered memory with him

This time in your relationship would be hard, without question— you would be rediscovering your past self, and Lucio would be attempting to repress his insecurities

Communication would be key in moving forward in a healthy relationship, discussing and working through any issues that may arise alongside your memories and his worries

💚Muriel💚

He would be happy for you, and proud of how much you’ve grown as a person because of it

While he didn’t know you very well before you had died (only seeing you in passing when you were with Asra), he would be very supportive of you doing what you must to regain your lost memories

He was also the first one to suggest that you spend a bit more time with Asra and others that you had known before, willing to put up with a bit more social interaction than usual if it’s for your benefit

While he isn’t one to use magic to help with your memories, if he can use his limited abilities to recreate something you vaguely remember from your past, he’d do it in a heartbeat

He couldn’t keep up much of a conversation about your past, but he would listen to you ramble on about anything you can recall for as long as you’d like

Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had been a larger part of your previous life— would you remember him as much as you would remember everything else, or would his curse cause even more problems?

As sad as he was that he hadn’t gotten to know you sooner, a small part of him was glad he would never have to learn the answer to that question

💙Asra💙

It’s everything he had been hoping for for the past three years

After the initial panic he had at the thought of needing to erase your memories again if the headaches started to plague you again, he promptly burst into tears

Don’t misunderstand the situation, he would love you unconditionally with or without your memories of your past together, but knowing that you were slowly starting to recover bits of who you used to be overwhelmed him with emotion

He had felt like he had failed you when he managed to bring your body back, but not the entirely of your mind

Now, that guilt seemed to slowly be seeping away, leaving him more every time you brought up something from your past that you previously hadn’t been able to remember

He would love to spend all of his time talking about the past with you, helping you remember and basking in nostalgia

The burden of your shared past was no longer his to carry alone, and he finally had the chance to apologize for your final argument together, something that he had thought he would never be able to properly move forward from

💜Nadia💜

She’s thrilled that your regaining a part of yourself previously thought to be lost forever

Having had her own memory problems regarding her life in Vesuvia prior to her enchanted sleep, she had always empathized with your plight

Knowing that you were beginning to recover, she was overjoyed, although a minuscule, unwanted voice in the back of her mind quietly echoed feelings of jealousy

She wanted you to have a past to hold onto in times of strife, and although the two of you had never met prior to her entering your shop on that fateful night, she hoped you would perhaps be able to recall her effects as Countess

Nadia loved that you were regaining your memories, but she wished she could do the same— regardless, she would support you in every way possible, applying the knowledge she had gained while attempting to recover her own memories to help you further remember your own

Forgive her if she seemed a bit aloof occasionally during your conversations about the past; she doesn’t mean to seem unsupportive in any way, but she does struggle with her own emotions regarding the matter once in a while

She’s very open about these feelings, though— Nadia values honestly over honeyed lies, and she would never be hypocritical about sharing her emotions in your relationship

#the arcana #the arcana hc #the arcana headcanon #arcana hc #arcana #arcana headcanon #Julian devorak #Julian arcana #Julian headcanon #Julian x mc #Portia devorak #Portia arcana #Portia headcanon #portia x mc #count lucio #lucio arcana #lucio headcanon #lucio x mc #muriel arcana #muriel headcanon #muriel x mc #asra #Asra alnazar #asra arcana #Asra headcanon #asra x mc #Nadia satrinava #Nadia arcana #nadia x mc #Nadia headcanon

[shadow--writer]

Kind of hurt/comfort? Main 6 + artist MC who's frustrated about not being able to get something quite right. The classic, it's attempt number 17 and yet that hand still doesn't look like it should, so they end up glowering and cursing at the paper/canvas, doubting their abilities. (yes, yes this is a self-callout)

ugh this is a callout post to ME. And I am UPSET ABOUT IT.

smfh

Main six x MC not quite right

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Julian

Ah this lad. This lad has no idea what tf you’re doing. I’m sorry but when it comes to the art process he’s left in the dark

But he gets upsetti when you get upset at your art because it’s BEAUTIFUL TO HIM DON’T BE ANGY :((

Drags you away with a kiss to the tip of your nose (“you need cuddles and to talk this out on the couch, scat. Doctor’s orders”)

If you whine he’ll kiss you softly to get you to hush a little. You have been working on that piece for HOURS now and you need a break >:C

Will cuddle you, play with your hair, and listen to you rant because LAWD KNOWS YOU NEED IT

Not great on the art side of things, but he feels the struggle of not getting something right. Gives pretty decent advice ngl

When you get back to work he’ll pop in from time to time with something to drink or snack on and a kiss

Will sit and tell stories as you work to keep you laughing and not caring about if it’s wrong. Even if it doesn’t turn out the best he’ll love it

Asra

Would laugh at you affectionately. Ruffles your hair with a kiss, tugging whatever you’re drawing with out of your hand (getting whatever’s on it on him)

Spins you around slowly, leading you into a dance. It quickly gets heated with your anger and him helping you get it out

Would sing to you as they waltz you out of the kitchen to get some snacks 

Faust would wiggle along with the two of you :D

Amazing listener with the BEST advice. Will listen to you stew about your latest piece over a nice cup of tea

Comes with you to see what’s wrong, hugging you from behind as you erase your latest attempt 

He (if you ask) helps you fix it. Usually by holding your hand and guiding it. Soft kisses to the back of your ear bc u gave them access to the area >:3

If needed he’ll angry nap with you, helping you get back to it later. Sometimes it’s good to step away, or get someone else’s help (IF YOU ASK)

Nadia

GOOD LAWD SHE FEELS THAT STRUGGLE SO MUCH

Would massage your shoulders as you rant about why the other hand is bugging you so freaking much

Always there for you when you need it for this STRUGGLE BUS OF A PROJECT

Gives great advice on the subject. Always mentions to take a break and come back to it later with fresh eyes (taking a bath, sleeping, or getting something to eat are great tips)

Will wrap her arms around your waist and watch you get back to work on it. If you like, she’ll rock the two of you back and forth with a low hum

Doubt your abilities and she gets a little annoyed. You are GREAT but sometimes stuff doesn’t turn out amazing and that is OKAY

If you finish it and it still doesn’t look right she’ll drag you away for angry snuggles. It’s okay it didn’t go well, you can try again later

For now she’s gonna reward you for giving it your best shot and seeing it through :)

Muriel

I HAVE SOME SOFT HEADCANONS FOR THIS MANS BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO STRAP IN 

He would gently take your hands in his, not caring if you have paint, ink or charcoal on them

Just take you away from whatever you’re doing for some time to calm down and think things over

He makes you a nice cup of tea :], something to eat, and will just sit and listen to you complain and talk about what you’re working on

He doesn’t try to offer up stuff like “oh I’m sure it’s fine” because that’s not what you want to hear. So he suggests you take a short break for a little while

He’ll let you paint on his back, just random doodles :)

He’ll wear the doodles with pride as well. Generally he wants you away from what you’re doing to give you a bit of a break. 

And don’t doubt your abilities. Even if this doesn’t turn out how you want, he’ll still think it’s beautiful 

Portia

DRAGS UR ASS AWAY FROM WHAT YOU’RE DOING 

You need a break. If you are cursing at the canvas her instincts kick in and she’s dragging you away

Will set up something in the garden for you to attack your frustrations on. Generally it’s a canvas and paint for you to splatter on it. It gets MESSY

She gets MESSY

And it’s CUTE

Will listen to you yell and scream about how you can’t get the other eye while you WRECK a canvas with colour and get it all over the two of you

It always ends with the two of you covered in paint and her chasing you around the garden until you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe 

And with your anger and frustration out, she’ll come join you as you get back to your piece. She’s your cheerleader!

Always there with a canvas to wreck and paint to splatter everywhere :D

Lucio

He would make something MUCH WORSE to make you feel better. A shitty drawing of him flexing? Y’all have like 80 of those now

Blocks what you’re working on with his body when he sees you frustrated (“Don’t you want to see something else artistic~?”)

Will take you to go steal treats from the kitchen as a distraction to calm you down

You’ll snack on cookies and he’ll listen to you rant :]. Ur very cute when ur frustrated. He doesn’t offer advice because he uh can’t but he’ll listen and admire you

Will doodle funny things on your arms so when you get back to drawing you have something to look at and giggle about

Loves doodling on u btw. Loves being doodled on as well

Really good at distracting you so you can get away from what you’re doing so when you come back you can see what you can do to fix it

If it still ends up poorly and you hate it....if you want a good scream he has some nice pillows to scream into 

And he’ll be there for you when you try again

#the arcana #the arcana game #muriel #muriel of the kokhuri #julian devorak #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #lucio morgasson #portia devorak #arcana headcanons #main six x mc #artist mc #my writing #headcanons #fluff

[l33chk1d]

Of course I can! It might suck but I tried:)

Nadia x GN reader

Nadia

Pre plauge:

•Nadia is very close to you,she would like to keep her relationship with you as a secret,obviously Portia would probrably know,since you and the countess are very close

•She never knew that a magician like you would make her heart swoon

•Maybe her famiky knows and Natiqa would make fun of ”Little Dia” for getting so flustered easily around you

•Maybe Asra figures out somehow,and he just makes a cat-like grin seeing you both together

You get killed by the plauge:

•Nadia would be told that you passed away by the plauge,of course she would be angry and very sad that she lost her lover

•She would have more gaurds around the castle and some around your bedroom to make sure no one enters but her

•Portia would help her calm down but wouldn’t help as much as you would,Nadia would be more stressed and tired from crying in her room and the anger she‘s feeling

•Asra would try and help but it would be no use,Nadia can’t bare too see your lifeless body in front of her eyes.

Lucio is gonna have his own post later! Overall thanks for reading and sorry it’s so short

#The Arcana #gender neutral reader #the arcana game #Nadia Satrinava

[moon-and-stars-appreciation]

I totally didn’t post the draft again

Edit: this took forever to do, I’m terribly sorry as I have my ups and downs :/

I just checked @iwriteforasraonly’s period headcanon and woah 😦 how did you write so much. Anyways, love you guys, enjoy this ‘-‘

Asra

He loves that you’re so excited when your new invention comes up when you get the idea. You’re always coming up with new small ones, making most people of Vesuvia excited, since asra is, everyone has to know. But this time, you came up with a new, grand idea. This is gonna be a whirlwind.

Asra tells everyone they know, you’ve come up with something new, bigger. Most of Vesuvia is buzzing with the news, making you a little nervous and a ton more stressed out because what if it fails? Then you’ve let them all down!

You work as hard as you possibly can, even though you are used to making small inventions, you’ve got so much riding on this newest one, and you can’t screw up now. Asra will chime in every once in a while since he knows what your plans are, and he notices how jittery you get when you talk about it.

One night, as you are pulling one of your infamous all-nighters, it clicks. You finish it. It’s so anti-climatic right now, but you buzz around, running the 20th test run to make sure that it’s ready, then you wake up Asra. And then there are explosions in the distance.

Asra is so happy, so proud, so amazed. You. You are THEIR S/O and you chose THEM. Yeah, they put it on display at the front of the shop, making sure everyone knows.

He always encourages you, no matter how big or how small, he will always encourage your inventions. He will help you with magical elements, and is also open to learning any magical elements that you’ve learned while tinkering with them!!!

Nadia

As a woman of many talents, Nadia creates little inventions and trinkets too!! She loves having you as an inspiration and loves when she’s able to do the same, so you are definitely a power couple when you get in the creative mood.

You rarely come up with something big on your own. No matter how talented you are, supplies come in bursts (seeing as you have to ship them) and so does your creativity. One day, you and Nadia are just brainstorming ideas, writing things down, tinkering with your creations, seeing if you could change anything about them, and come up with something better or bigger. Then one of those creative bursts comes, lighting you up with a new idea.

When Nadia sees that spark in your eyes, she’s quick to ask you what you found. You both get to work, jotting down notes, testing out theories, and putting 2 and 2 together. Over and over and over again.

She's so proud of you, she knows that you're the only thing keeping her sane all the time, so she has to make sure that you're kept sane, of course since even if you come up with an idea, there's still tons of work to be done.

She stays with you most of the time that she’s not busy. (Which is saying a lot because she doesn’t have much free time, but at the same time, not saying much because she is always busy -.-) always helping out when you need, and occasionally tinkering to the side when you don’t need anything but her presence.

She shows it off to everyone that she can, making sure that it’s one of the most well-known inventions, mentioning it at the perfect moment to keep people thinking about it constantly. She praises you constantly, reminding you that she’s so proud of you, and she’s proud that you’re hers. (And ig she’s yours… yk, if you like that stuff. Shh that’s the only time you’ll hear it)

Julian

Julian likes to try and help out, but he can’t stay still so, no matter how big the creation, he will pop something off, break something, tip it over-

Don’t tell him that though, he’ll spiral into im sorry’s and this was my fault, I’m in your way, I’ll leave you to be :( Julian it’s okay!!! Distract him with something else to do, or tell him to get you stuff.

Sometimes he does help come up with grand ideas though, because he’s so eccentric, he can be going into something way too big and dramatic as usual, and it could never- wait. What was that??? I think if you put two and two together… that could just work!!!

He’s bouncing off the walls that you have a new idea, and he’s finally so excited that he appears calm. He’s reached that state. Not calm exactly but really focused on what you’re doing and fidgety. Which stresses you out more, even though it’s kinda cute that he cares so much.

He’s so proud of you that he keeps trying to take you out somewhere, but fails most of the time. He makes a little announcement at the Crowded Raven, half drunk speech but his pride and love is 100% sober.

When you’re done with it, he is as gentle as he can possibly be, but he’s totally shaking and glancing between you and your invention in awe.

Why’d you choose him??? Out of all people? Look at this talent, craft, patience,? How did he manage to get you?

Portia

She’s definitely a hard worker! She works in the palace and has her own garden, plus owns a cat, so she’s good at this tinkering thing. Her eye for detail is great, but sometimes she’s a little energetic! When she gets focused though, she makes the cutest face. òwó

She’s very supportive of everything you do, and she’s your number one fan/supporter.

She is so proud of you, and everything you do!! How did you end up picking her??? She’s always there to keep you from spiraling into overworking yourself, and she probably makes you a ton of those mini snacks to eat while you focus on your work.

She spreads the gossip around the castle, making sure that most people know before presenting the idea to Nadia, and going into a rant about how amazing you are.

Once everyone knows about your creation and YOU!!!! She recruits the help of her energetic, dramatic, brother.. to let all of Vesuvia know as well, and she convinces you for a night out on the town! If there’s nothing she can do to get you out, she’ll suffice for a pillow fort -w-

“Ooh MC, what about this?!” “Do you think this could…. Oh wait never mind, that already exists :(“ she’ll come up to you all the time whenever something comes to mind, and she really just wants to be of some help to you!

One time you came up with an idea to help her garden, and every time she uses it, she just giggles a ton and makes sure you know, because she’s so happy that you love what you do and you’re able to help with the smile things like gardening!

Muriel

He is so happy for your inventions and for your hobby/work, even though he tries to play it off. He’ll bring you little things he finds in the forest that he thinks will fit, and he silently watches you put pieces together sometimes.

He loves that you’re so passionate about it, even though he might not tell you. He likes sitting in comfortable silence while trying to tinker around with small things, (which he’s terrible at. He might’ve crushed one of your smaller inventions once, and didn’t talk to you for like a week 🥲) amazed by how gentle you are.

He doesn’t talk to anyone but he might’ve said something to Asra about this new one, and then Asra gets excited and asks you about it, and then he tells everyone else. So have fun.

He holds all of your inventions dear, and puts protective charms and whatever he can to protect them, as they are some of the closest things he has of you, they just bring the memories of you two flooding back.

One time, you made something for Inanna and that was one of the happiest days of his life, when he saw the way it helped Inanna and how she had fun with it. (Other than meeting you of course)

He is just. Proud. Astonished. You??? Your gentle demeanor, the way you did everything with care and precise. You chose him. How in the world did that happen?

Lucio

Of course, you help him create objects, not the other way around. Even though he just messes stuff up instead of help-

He really tries. He really does. He messes things up and talks instead of works all the time, but he really does try. Because of course he’s the count. He’s the only one that can have you, and he has to make sure that stays that way.

All of your little inventions give him excuses to throw parties, to celebrate you. Your ideas, your existence, your love. Then this big idea comes up.

Of course he lets you help a bit at the beginning but you keep messing it up! Such an inconvenience you are, yo keep-

You’ve had to restart three times, end you kick him out. You’ve had too much of his blabbering and complaining, but he just pouts and mopes when he thinks you can’t see him. He’s too dignified for anyone to know that you kicked him out of your workspace in your his palace.

He eventually starts using his free time to plan a huge party to celebrate your success (because you’re his and you could never fail). He invites everyone, and allows them to be in your presence for a night or two.

He doesn’t love to outright say it, but he does enjoy your company, and he loves you to the moon. Almost as much as he loves himself.

#arcana #the arcana game #asra #asra alnazar #nadia #nadia satrinava #Muriel #muriel of the kokhuri #lucio #lucio morgasson #portia #portia devorak #julian #julian devorak #otome game #the arcana headcanons #hc #ilya #ilya devorak #pasha devorak

[cranetreegang]

The Hardest Things are the Honest Truths: Lucio x FemApprentice

A/N: So, I love Lucio. I don't know why, but I just do. I wish there were more scenes of him reflecting on his past though. So that's what this is. Just a brief roast session with some fluff afterwards. RIP my poor baby boy... but he gotta hear it. I have some more parts for Lucio that I'll hopefully post soon. I've also been working on a Julian piece that I'm really excited to share soon! Anyways, any feedback is always welcomed!

Summary: The Apprentice, Evie, wonders if she made a mistake binding herself to Lucio. She hopes that her faith in him isn't misguided, and seeks consul from those who knew him.

Word Count: 2300

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I watched Lucio play with his two dogs with a hint of a smile. Seeing him like this almost made the earlier fiasco seem misplaced. The look of disappointment in Asra’s eyes was not something I could shake off though. Had I really made such a grievous error in binding myself to Lucio?

“You seem troubled.” Nadia had managed to stand next to me without me noticing. I hid my surprise well and I nodded quickly.

“There’s a lot about magic I’m still learning. I think today just proved it.” I said.

“Mistakes happen. Although, this mistake was a fairly large one.” She smirked.

I let out a defeated sigh. “Indeed it is.” I agreed.

She frowned then turned around to leave. “I recommend the bath house. It might serve you well to help clear your head.” Nadia said over her shoulder as she left.

It didn’t take a genius to get the hint. Lucio, still distracted with his dogs, didn’t notice Nadia and I’s exchange. I bit my lip on whether to let him know I would need some time alone. I figured he wouldn’t care, so I headed towards the bath house.

I got to the marble room and was taken aback by its grandiose. The room had pillars at the far edge that overlooked the city below. The sun was beginning to set, giving the steaming waters a warm evening glow. Smells of lavender and incense filled the air and I felt my shoulders begin to drop. A bath was a good idea after all.

I stripped myself of my clothes and sank below the warm waters. I emerged with a relieved sigh. I went back under the waters then emerged once more. I faced back towards the entrance and froze at the sight of Lucio.

I dove under to hide my bare self. “What’re you doing here?” I hissed.

Lucio gave a dazzling smile that I was sure won over his fair share of enemies. “I was wondering where you went. I got worried.” He said; seemingly genuine.

“So, you thought it best to just watch me as I bathed?” I grimaced.

“What? No! I only just arrived. I swear.” He had his hands up covering his eyes, but he lowered them with a smirk. “I mean, it’s not like you have anything to be embarrassed about. You have a very... ,” he paused, his glowing eyes dancing with want, “beautiful body.”

I felt the heat of his words overcome the warmth of the waters. Before I could say anything, the doors opened.

“Evie!” Portia greeted with a beaming smile. She walked past where Lucio stood. I wasn’t sure how to warn Portia of Lucio’s presence. She didn’t give me room to talk as she launched into a story about her day and began to undress. She joined me in the bath and sat across from me.

I nodded along with her story, but would steal glances towards Lucio, who seemed content with sitting at the bath’s edge. His feet kicking in the water absentmindedly.

“And then they expect me to clean it all up! It’s outrageous.” Portia huffed.

“Couldn’t agree more.” I debated about leaving when the door opened once more and Nadia strolled in. Even in the steaming waters, my body had gone cold. She spared Portia and I a raised brow.

“I’m to assume the Count isn’t here?” Her question had an edge that made me inwardly flinch. Lucio was shaking his head while mouthing, ‘Don’t say I’m here.’, as if anyone but me could hear him.

“The Count? As in, Count Lucio?” Portia wondered.

I spared her an awkward smile. “You and I both had a long day.” I bit my tongue for a moment. If I say he’s here, then Portia would be upset with me. If I lie, then that could be even worse. “I don’t see Lucio here in the bath with us.” A semi-lie, but better than the truth. He technically wasn’t in the bath with us. Lucio gave me a pleased grin, which I tried to ignore.

Nadia nodded before disrobing. She held herself regally and effortlessly as she glided into the bath. I was envious of her ability to be noble in practically any setting. Lucio’s eyes were eagerly trailing after her. His hand reached out to touch her, but he resisted at the last moment.

“I’m glad to see you’re taking full use of the bath house, Evelyn.” Nadia sat between Portia and I. She swirled her white wine in a glass that probably cost more than anything I had ever owned.

“It’s quite nice. Very relaxing.” I hummed. At least it would be relaxing, if Lucio wasn’t hovering around us.

“So, what’s this about Count Lucio? What’s going on?” Portia inquired.

Nadia smirked as she rolled her head over to me. “Go on. Explain what you did.” Her voice purred.

“Yes! Tell them how you rescued me from that awful room.” Lucio encouraged.

I let out a quiet sigh. “I was investigating the Count’s murder. And… I ended up finding Lucio still in his room.”

“He was alive?!” Portia screeched then covered her mouth at her outburst. “I mean, was he alive?” She said, her voice muffled behind her hands.

I shook my head. “Not exactly. He was stuck between the world of the living and death. So, I… helped him by…,” I bit my lip and I couldn’t bring myself to look at Porita’s curious gaze.

“Go on. Tell her.” Lucio was now laying behind me. He had his head propped up by his golden arm while his other hand swirled in the water next to me.

“I bound Lucio to me.” I finally said.

“You did what?!” Portia exclaimed. “Did he threaten you? Was he going to hurt you if you didn’t?”

“Hurt you! I can’t believe she would suggest such a thing.” Lucio scoffed.

I shook my head. “No. He didn’t. I was just trying to help.”

Nadia let out a chuckle between her sips of wine. “And now you have Lucio attached to you. I couldn’t think of anything worse.”

Portia nodded in agreement. “And I thought my day was bad. You clearly win, Evie.”

Nadia and Portia both giggled. Lucio plopped down next to me with a disgruntled huff.

I bit my lip as I looked between Lucio and Nadia. For everyone reacting like this, one would assume I had shackled myself to the most vile man in existence.

“Nadia… I hope you don’t think of this as inappropriate. But, I was hoping you could tell me about Count Lucio.” I said.

Nadia and Portia exchanged glances to one another, concern spread across both of their faces.

“You don’t even know who I am?” Lucio sputtered before calming down. “Oh, sweet Evie, I could tell you all about me. It’s my favorite subject, you know. ” He ran his finger down my shoulder to my elbow. He pressed his nose against my hair as he whispered, “You need only ask.” I had to contain the way his ghostly touch made me shiver. I was thankful he moved away from me, but he was still too close for comfort.

“Quite amazing. You bound yourself to someone you didn’t even know. I can’t tell if you’re naïve, idiotic, or selfless.” Nadia’s eyes were downcast. “But, I suppose if you did know, you wouldn’t have done it.” She swirled her glass in thought. The setting sun glinted against the fine crystal, making it dazzle. “I don’t recall much of my time with him. But, from what I remember, Lucio was… how to best put it?” Nadia hummed in thought.

“An Egomaniac?” Portia blurted out then covered her mouth again. “I’m so sorry, your grace.”

Nadia laughed and nodded. “No. That’s exactly it. Selfish. Entitled. Volatile.”

“Rude. I heard he loved to throw things at the servants anytime he was annoyed.” Portia chimed in.

Out of the corner of my eye, Lucio was completely taken back by their words. I felt a bit sorry for him. “He doesn’t sound like a good person.” I sheepishly said.

“That’s because he wasn’t, sweetheart.” Nadia chuckled. “He was only interested in what best served him. He didn’t care about what I, or anybody else wanted. Especially not the people of Vesuvia. Even though he claimed otherwise. His incompetence has led to a decline in the city, that I’m now having to fix. ” She scoffed. “The only thing he might’ve really cared about were his dogs. If that.” Nadia took a long sip of her wine, the cup was nearly finished.

“He cared about his hair.” Portia giggled.

“Ha! Yes. His looks. I will admit, he was very easy on the eyes. And very, very nice in bed.” Nadia had a playful smirk toying on her lips. “Although, needy. I couldn’t have any fun without him. He was always so desperate for any kind of attention.”

Lucio crossed his arms in an obvious pout. I felt their words slicing into me as if they were speaking ill of me.

“Surely, there must’ve been something about him that wasn’t completely terrible?” I asked, begged really, for any kind of redemption for him.

Nadia frowned, her mind years away. “If there was, I don’t remember." She met my eyes with a soft smile. "Perhaps, you’ll find something in him worth saving. Because I never could.” She finished her glass then rose from the warm waters. “All this talk of my dear husband makes me in need of another bath.”

She stalked out of the water and put back on her silk robe. She spared me a sideways glance. “If Lucio were a whore, I would’ve paid good money for him.”

“And as a Count?” I wondered.

She smiled, the answer laid within her ruby eyes, before she sauntered away.

Portia also got out of the bath. “I suppose that was a long enough soak. You coming?”

I looked from her then down to the deflated form of the Count. “Not yet. I need a few minutes to process… well all of it.”

Portia gave me a pitying smile. “I’m sure it’ll work itself out. Don’t fret!” She smiled sweetly at me. She left the room and I was alone with Lucio, who was sulking next to me.

“That was pretty brutal. Are you alright?”

Lucio’s brows furrowed and he shook his head. “I was alone in that room for three years. Not one person came to see me. Not one. And to find out it was because they all despised me.” His head fell and he looked on the verge of tears. I placed my hand on his. The energy between us briefly merged together and he jolted in place.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his glowing eyes wide with suspicion.

“I… trying to… comfort you?” I felt silly as I explained myself. He stared at our hands then back to me.

“I don’t need your pity.” He spat.

“I’m not pitying you.” I quickly said. “I’m empathizing. What they said, I could feel that it hurt you.”

“You felt…,” he let out a huff as he rolled his eyes, “Of course you did. This bond we share. Seems we’re more linked than I originally thought.” Lucio frowned.

“Seems so.”

There was a long pause between us. I wasn’t sure how to break it, but Lucio did it for me. “Do you think less of me now? Do you think I’m a-a-a self-centered, idiotic, whore?” Lucio snarled with disgust.

“Were you?” I asked.

He looked offended then grimaced. “I… I didn’t think so. I don’t know.” He was quiet as he hesitated on what he wanted to say. “Being alone in that room… I didn’t have much else to do, except think. And the only thing I could think about was if things went… differently. ”

“What would you of’ve done differently?” I wondered.

He wrapped my hand with his and stroked over the top with his thumb. He let out a sigh then whispered, “I don’t know.”

“Well, if you don’t think you’re an incompetent whore, then what do you think of yourself?” I asked.

Lucio stared into the sunset as he thought over my question. “I’m not sure.”

I furrowed my brows as I thought over what to say next. He was lost. A feeling I recognized all too well. “I see it as you have two options. You can either pout and deny what they said. Or, you can accept that you lost yourself at some point. And do something about it.” I stated.

“Pout or change.” He chuckled, but it was bitter and didn’t reach his eyes. He looked at me. “What should I do?” He asked quietly.

I was surprised he would ask me, a stranger by all accounts, for advice. “I don’t believe you want to be all those things they said.” I confessed.

His brows rose. “You don’t? How? It seems to be the common opinion of me around here.”

I bit my lip as I wrestled with my confliction to tell him the truth or not. But, the truth was what he needed right now. “I believe you’re capable of changing. I don’t think you’re truly evil at heart. I think you care about more things than yourself. I believe you can take accountability for your past actions, and move towards a better future.” I paused before adding, “But, you’re the only one who can make that choice. No one else can. I can help you, but I can’t force you to change. That’s something you’ll have to do.”

Lucio was silent, pondering over my words. “That’s quite an optimistic vision you have of me.” Lucio’s eyes fell and he leaned his head on my shoulder. “Perhaps I can try to make it come true.” He whispered.

“I want to help you.” I whispered back to him. “We’re in this together now.”

“Mhm… together.” He squeezed my hand. “I couldn’t have asked for a better partner.”

“Me either.” I whispered.

He moved closer to me with a soft sigh. “Stay with me a while longer?”

“Of course.” I laid my head against his and we watched the sun dip below the horizon.

#the arcana #portia devorak #countess nadia #count lucio #lucio x apprentice #the arcana game #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

[nabesthetics]

Folks in a group were discussing who of the M6 is the best caretaker for a sick MC, and since I can’t just throw in a name and call it a day, I wrote the whole list, so may as well post it here.

Asra

Pros: Experienced, as he already had to “babysit” MC when they couldn't even walk (so, if you think about it, for some time MC needed help with most basic things, like dressing themselves); super attentive; lbr magic can probably take care of/ease most illnesses.

Cons: ??might be overdoing it? And if it's something infectious, will probably catch it too, since he can't deny you the affection, and the apartment is small, so the tables might turn but it's also pretty easy to take care of him.

Nadia

Pros: Has all the best resources at her disposal, you'll have the best doctors taking care of you; she’s the least likely to get sick as well.

Cons: Is very busy, so in most cases she won't be taking care of you herself; for the same reasons, you're gonna be staying in separate rooms if you're infectious.

Julian

Pros: A doctor; SUPER attentive, you’re getting whatever you want (as long as it won’t mess with your recovery) in 3.6 seconds; probably has a bunch of contacts if it's something outside his knowledge; one of those contacts is Mazelinka with her magic söüps.

Cons: No chill whatsoever, he's ok while he's doing something but between the treatments he frets a LOT; will probably keep you in bed for a few days after you got completely fine; moderate chances of catching an infectious illness, and he's a pain to take care of; JULIAN PLEASE PUT THE LEECHES AWAY.

Muriel

Pros: Very gentle and attentive; has Asra with his magic at his disposal, but probably knows some herbal medicine himself I think; he'll be pretty careful with affection but can't deny if you ask, but otherwise you get all the warm Inanna cuddles; unlikely to get sick as well because he just doesn’t get sick easily.

Cons: Big man big worry; he's going to look super sad throughout the whole ordeal, you might feel bad hgfhkjvn; if Asra is out of the city, it's tougher for everyone, but Muri MIGHT send Inanna to fetch Julian if really pressed. Just for you.

Portia

Pros: Will probably get some days off to take care of you; actually also has access to good resources through both Nadia and Ilya, they're not about to ignore Portia if she asks for help; will try hard to keep your spirits up, be it through jokes, Pepi or adventure books; you know, illness aside, you've never felt so comfortable, like holy shit the blanket/pillow game is strong; SÖÜP.

Cons: If she doesn't catch it herself, she'll probably return to her duties when you're feeling better, at least for a few hours a day; if she does get sick you’re gonna have to deal with fretting Julian.

Lucio (and I mean route Lucio, so he isn't a count anymore)

Pros: Yeaaaah he'll just drag you to Nadia or MAYBE Asra so you'll end up in good hands; if it's not infectious, you're getting all the attention and entertainment you want; when you're cured, he gets kinda soft for a while because he was so worried without showing it, it's pretty wholesome.

Cons: If it IS infectious, he'll stay tf away, I'm sorry but he's very much scared of getting sick again; he's actually panicking on the inside either way so some reassurance might be needed; if you're not in Vesuvia and are traveling, you're in trouble, because he has NO idea what to do himself; if he gets infected... oh boy, I hope you're ready for that.

#yeap #the Arcana headcanons #''MC getting sick while traveling with Lucio'' is a good scenario for angst because hoooo boi #look he most likely knows some first aid but illnesses?? no #the Arcana #Asra Alnazar #Nadia Satrinava #Julian Devorak #Muriel Kokhuri #Portia Devorak #Lucio Morgasson #Count Lucio #ex-Count but whatever #I can't write

[retro-scorpio]

The Arcana Meets The Devildom (Part Seven)

The Evolution of MC’s Relationship With The Residents of The House of Lamentation

Author’s Note: Even though the MC described in the following post will be based on myself, I will not be using my actual name, a fictional name, or gendered pronouns for MC at this time. I still want it to be accessible to people, and I feel like giving a name/gendered pronouns to my version of MC will remove a layer of that accessibility. Plus, it will (hopefully) allow people to insert themselves, their version of MC, and/or their OC into this if they so choose. Also, this is going to end up being a long post that uses explicit language, so if that’s not your thing, you can just scroll past this.

Fictional Backstory: Upon dying from the Red Plague, MC finds themselves not in the afterworld that they had familiarized themselves with, but plopped down in the student council room of the Royal Academy of Diavolo with only the memories of the faces they left behind in Vesuvia and the knowledge of the magic they learned while they were still ‘”alive”. Once MC passes through the portal to return to the human world after their second stint in the Devildom, they find themselves back in Vesuvia due to Asra raising them from the “dead”. Neither the residents of Vesuvia nor the Devildom know that they’ve dealt with the same MC until after Julian, Asra, and Lucio’s arrival to the Devildom. Let’s just say everyone was in for a treat when their beloved MC strolled into the residence they were visiting and said hello to the Vesuvian person in the room.

Julian: MC’s main lover in Vesuvia. MC actually developed a crush on the plague doctor when they were his apprentice, but due to the relationship they had with Asra at the time, they kept their feelings to themselves. What MC likes the most about Julian (besides his good looks) is his sense of humor, because it shows the full range of his personality: intelligent and witty yet goofy and a little stupid. When it comes to bedroom activities, MC and Julian keep things fresh and exciting. There are times where they’ll do the good ol’ missionary sex, times where Julian will fuck MC silly (usually after an evening show at the community theater in Goldgrave when Julian just has so much adrenaline from acting on stage that he can’t sit still), and times where MC will edge Julian and make him beg for his orgasm. 

Out of the three Vesuvian men, Julian is the most understanding and accepting of MC pursuing other people romantically during their stay in the Devildom. To paraphrase Julian, MC was considered dead in Vesuvia for the three years MC spent in this other world, and his relationship with MC didn’t start until after MC rose from the dead/returned from the Devildom, so he considers it a part of MC’s past that they should not feel ashamed of. MC enjoys the fact that Julian gets on with her Devildom friends/lovers as well as he does for a variety of reasons (as you, the reader, will see unfold in this post and in others).

Lucifer: MC’s main lover in the Devildom. MC developed a crush on the eldest demon brother pretty much the moment they set eyes on him, but unfortunately for MC, Lucifer initially saw them as a weak human exchange student that he was forced to take care of. Lucifer’s impression of MC only worsened when they went up the stairs to the attic, and MC was incredibly heartbroken and pissed when they found out that Lucifer was the one responsible for locking Belphie up in the attic and deceiving the other brothers about Belphie’s whereabouts. These feelings culminate in the underground tomb. MC, incredibly angry at Lucifer and yet (somehow) wanting to gain his approval, wraps Lucifer’s hands around their neck and dares him/gives him permission to kill them as punishment for allowing Luke access to the House of Lamentation and dragging Beel in their shenanigans. 

Initially after this incident, Lucifer and MC wanted very little to do with each other, but as time wore on, they slowly grew closer to one another. MC’s crush on Lucifer resumed, albeit cautiously, and Lucifer started developing feelings of his own towards MC, although he would have never admitted that to himself or anyone else, not even Asmo (who sensed Lucifer’s crush on MC perhaps even before Lucifer himself did). Perhaps Asmo was on to something, because why would Lucifer feel as betrayed as he did when MC told him that they had met Belphegor? Sure, he felt that MC had just put his entire family at risk of experiencing Diavolo’s wrath, which is a decent enough reason to become irate at someone, but there was something else that was feeding into his anger as well, something that was related to love. MC, in a fit of passion and after Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, and Beel entered the room and tried to stop Lucifer from annihilating MC, grabbed a nearby knife and chopped two of their fingers off, staring Lucifer dead in the face and not shedding a single tear (due to adrenaline numbing the pain). 

Once the situation with Belphegor was resolved and the youngest brother was allowed to live with the rest of his family again, Lucifer calls MC into his study and put their fingers back on with some sewing and a bit of magic. Just as MC is about to leave, Lucifer tells MC that he’s sorry. MC, understand that it takes a lot for the Avatar of Pride to apologize, forgives him, and Lucifer thanks them for their forgiveness. This interaction would be the catalyst for their romantic relationship, and they would eventually repeat this exchange when MC is about to kill Lucifer with the Night Dagger.

Lucifer and MC’s romantic relationship is one built on admiration for each other. Get Lucifer drunk on Demonus, and he’ll blab all about how much he adores everything about MC. The pair can usually be found in one of four places at the House: Lucifer’s study, the library, the music room, and Lucifer’s bedroom. The library and music room are safe places for the couple to be discovered in, for they’re either reading (library) or listening to the other play music (music room). Lucifer’s study is a bit of a gamble, for they could either be working on paperwork/schoolwork in each other’s company, or Lucifer could have MC bent over his desk and ramming his dick in and out of them.

As for Lucifer’s bedroom, it’s best for everyone involved if no one disturbs Lucifer and MC. Most of the time, Lucifer uses his bedroom to explore MC’s kinks. About half the time, it gets sexual; the other half is mere discovery of what MC likes and what MC deems as limits. Sometimes, when Lucifer just wants to be close to MC, they will do the good ol’ missionary. MC is one of two people that can get Lucifer to submit to them, and that happens only when the eldest demon brother wants a break from being in charge of everything.

Lucifer was pleased to find out that not only did MC and Julian know each other, but that they started a romantic relationship when MC returned to Vesuvia. Since Julian is (sort of) the Vesuvian version of him, it raises his pride (and ego) to discover that they both fit MC’s type. If MC doesn’t bring the idea up first, he might just suggest bringing Julian into some of their bedroom activities.

Mammon: One of MC’s fuck buddies in the Devildom. Initially, Mammon and MC vehemently hated each other. Mammon thought that MC was a pretentious snob, and MC believed Mammon to be a complete and utter asshole. Whenever they were near each other, they would inevitably butt heads and argue loudly, to the annoyance and shock of everyone else.

One of these arguments occurs in Mammon’s room. Lucifer had sent MC in there to help tutor Mammon, since they were doing well in the classes that Mammon was failing. MC gets frustrated that Mammon isn’t even trying to get the material, and Mammon accuses MC of only helping him in order to stay on Lucifer’s good side. MC lets a compliment slip when they yell at Mammon, “If I didn’t think there was a way for you to wrap your brain around this, I wouldn’t still be here!” Mammon stares at MC as MC processes what they just said, and the pair are so still and quiet that someone could hear a pin drop. Then, as if someone hit the fast forward button, Mammon pounces on MC, and they aggressively make out. Thirty minutes later, both are a naked, sweaty mess on Mammon’s couch, and the room reeks of what they’ve just done. Thank goodness demons can only impregnate when it’s mating season...

When Mammon isn’t fucking the shit out of MC (which is what usually happens when MC and Mammon get together sexually, despite popular belief), the pair is seen tinkering around with Mammon’s car. While MC does still tutor Mammon at times, Mammon’s (finally) at a point where he’s at least passing all of his classes. Mammon sometimes takes MC out with him to his modeling gigs, which has resulted in MC ending up on the cover of a couple magazines.

When Mammon found out about MC’s other life in Vesuvia, he initially got really jealous of Julian, but that feeling quickly got replaced with something else when he found out about the nature of MC and Lucio’s relationship. In his ongoing attempt of earning all the Grimm in the world, Mammon gets the “brilliant” idea to film a really filthy porno starring him, Lucio, and MC (with MC’s consent, of course). Mammon also likes taking naps with MC and Julian for some reason that he still doesn’t quite understand.

Levi: One of MC’s friends in the Devildom that they hooked up with once. Levi hated MC long after the TSL trivia showdown, and MC had no idea why. At first, MC chalked up Levi’s hatred towards them to his feelings about losing to someone he deemed inferior to him, but as time went on and Levi still was acting cold towards them, MC felt that there was something else that was upsetting Levi. As it turns out, it all boiled down to Levi’s sin: envy. Levi was jealous of MC on a multitude of levels. He saw how MC was acing the subjects that he struggled in; he saw how well MC got along with everyone; and he even saw how easy it was for MC to express their feelings for someone. Long story short, Levi felt inadequate against and unworthy of spending time with MC, and he hated both himself and MC for it.

All it took for him to change his mind was an impromptu family gaming night in Levi’s room. The game? DarioKart (the Devildom equivalent of MarioKart). Levi was winning every single race he was in, even against decent racers like MC, Beel, and Lucifer. Asmo, being the Avatar of Lust, was the first to discover that Levi’s skills at DarioKart was causing MC to, shall we say, look at the third-eldest demon brother in a new light. At Asmo’s advice, MC whispered in Levi’s ear that if he won the next race he competed in, they would make this a night to remember. MC gave him a kiss on the cheek, and that was enough motivation for him to destroy his opponents in his next race. With Lucifer (who was in the loop due to Asmo having a quiet conversation with him during the race) and Asmo’s help, Levi and MC were able to have some privacy.

Once everyone’s out of the room, MC moves from their spot on the floor and straddles Levi’s lap, which causes Levi to turn red and begin stuttering. MC moves Levi’s fringe out of his eyes and tells him how hot Levi was, winning so many times. Before Levi can reply, MC leans in and kisses him. Unsurprisingly, Levi’s shy at first, because he’s scared that MC’s going to pull away in disgust or that he’s going to wake up and find out that all of this was a dream; however, when neither one of those things happens, Levi gets more bold as he gains confidence. This slow, sensuous make-out session eventually leads to MC blowing him in his gaming chair, and after that evening Levi starts treating MC nicely (for some totally unknown reason (ha ha)). There is not a second sexual encounter, but Levi’s perfectly content with the one. All he needs MC to do is to hang out with him and watch anime and/or play video games.

Levi was excited when he found out that MC knew Julian and Asra, because that meant that he could invite the three of them to his room and know that they genuinely wanted to be there. Sure, Henry 2.0 is a nice enough friend, but Levi comes to discover that having human friends is just as good as having an animal companion.

Satan: MC’s (kind of) ex-turned-best-friend. MC first had their eyes on Satan when they entered his room for the first time and saw the sheer volume of books he had in his possession. MC’s crush on Satan grew when he was a guest speaker in their curses and hexes class. To put it simply, MC found Satan’s intelligence incredibly sexy. Similarly, when Satan was tasked with proofreading MC’s Devildom Literature essay, he discovered that the quality of writing was as good as his, that the points MC made in the essay were intelligent and pertinent to the topic of their essay, and that they had no grammatical, spelling, or formatting mistakes, he nearly busted a nut right there in the classroom.

MC and Satan’s romantic relationship blossomed after the incident that occurred between MC and Lucifer in the underground tomb, and the pairing was (surprisingly) a healthy one. Satan looked out for MC and defended them whenever Lucifer was criticizing them (both in front of MC and behind their back), and MC helped Satan to not only discover his own identity outside of being Lucifer’s spawn and the Avatar of Wrath, but to accept the parts of him that didn’t fit into either one of those titles. While the sex wasn’t the type to be described in erotica, it was definitely full of love from both parties.

Satan and MC broke up on good terms a couple days after Lucifer mended MC’s hand. Due to the fourth demon brother’s relationship with Asmo, he knew that, even though MC did love Satan and enjoyed being in a romantic relationship with him, their heart truly belonged to Lucifer. While the old Satan would have hated MC (for falling for Lucifer) and Lucifer (for taking MC away from him), the ‘new’ Satan was at peace with the whole thing. If there was anyone that he would want to see MC happy with (that wasn’t him), it was Lucifer. Satan knew that, once the foundation was laid, Lucifer would care for MC just as deeply as he did. Plus, it would be weird for MC to continue dating him when they’re trying to start a relationship with someone who’s technically his dad.

Satan and MC can usually be found in a quiet corner of RAD or the House, studying, reading, writing, and/or debating (depending on the day). They enjoy each other’s company, and they’re able to bond over their love of learning and books. When the demon brothers were under the influence of the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup and MC had to give each of them an order in order to them to snap out of it, MC had Satan kiss them on the cheek, figuring that it was intimate enough to break the spell the syrup had caused without creating an emotional mess.

Satan’s one of the few people in the Devildom that gets along with all three of the Vesuvian men, which is a huge relief for MC. MC finds the notebooks Satan has that document tales that he’s heard Julian, Asra, and Lucio told, and after skimming through the notes that the Avatar of Wrath has written in the margins, MC concludes that Satan has a crush on the three men. With Satan’s permission (for MC would have kept their mouth shut about the whole thing if Satan didn’t want the Vesuvian men to know that he has a crush on them), MC tells Asra, Lucio, and Julian about Satan’s feelings. 

Bonus: Lucio’s the most surprised out of the three of them, for he had no idea that the most quiet demon brother felt that way about him. Unfortunately for Satan, Lucio does not feel the same. Julian’s flattered by Satan’s crush, and unlike Lucio, the plague doctor allows Satan to kiss him. However, once Julian and Satan pull away, Satan realizes that he has more feelings towards the idea of Julian and what Julian represents than Julian himself. And then there’s Asra. If Solomon and Lucio were the first Devildom/Vesuvia pairing to hook up, Asra and Satan are the second (although they might just become the first Devildom/Vesuvian couple). It’s almost like they needed MC’s permission in order to do anything sexual with each other...

Asmo: MC’s friend and the only brother they have not hooked up with. It always amazes people to find out that the Avatar of Lust hasn’t made any actual sexual advances towards MC, but it is indeed the truth. Sure, Asmo may say dirty things to MC, and he has given them a kiss or two on the lips, but he doesn’t feel the need to go further than that. Asmo’s perhaps the most sensitive when it comes to picking up his sin in other people, and so whenever MC feels turned on by something or someone, the fifth-eldest demon brother takes note. 

The main thing that Asmo does for MC, besides inviting them to spa days and fancy events/parties/networking opportunities, is give them advice on their love life. Since MC is so nice to him throughout their Devildom stay, Asmo wants to return the favor, and he loves helping people, especially when it comes to romance. He was the one that got MC and Satan to sit down together and reveal their feelings for each other after the underground tomb incident, and he also acted like a mediator for Lucifer and MC, ultimately encouraging them to get over their nervousness and start going out with each other (once the situation with Belphie was resolved).

Upon finding out that MC knew the Vesuvian men, Asmo had a lot of questions. Is Julian straight? (no) Am I Julian’s type? (I don’t know) Could MC please ask Julian if I’m his type? (couldn’t you ask him yourself?) How about Asra? (he’s definitely not straight) Has MC witnessed the way Asra acts around me? (very flirty) Is he like that with everyone? (no) Does MC think that Asra’s trying to fuck me? (again, why don’t you ask him?) Is Lucio gay? (no, but he isn’t straight, either; not a whole lot of people in Vesuvia are) Does that mean that MC isn’t straight? (that would be correct) What’s the deal between Asra and Julian? (I believe they were lovers while I was here in the Devildom and they thought that I was dead) How was their relationship? (Toxic; Asra took advantage of Julian) Would Asra do that to me? (I don’t think so; he’s in a healthier place mentally) What about Asra and Lucio? (Lucio took Asra’s parents away from him during his dealings with the Devil) Diavolo?! (No, not Diavolo; a Major Arcana called the Devil)

Beel: MC’s friend with eventual benefits. Contrary to the popular belief that Beel is a giant meathead, he’s actually quite smart. Sure, he may not get the best grades in school, but if someone starts a philosophical conversation with him, he’s not only able to follow along but offer intelligent insights of his own. Some of this knowledge is due to the amount of time he spends with Belphie and (by proxy) Satan, but a lot of it is thanks to research he’s managed to do between eating, doing homework, and playing sports/working out. Philosophy interests the Avatar of Gluttony, particularly when it comes to that practiced in the human world. This is what ultimately piques MC’s interest in Beel, although his looks and offers of sharing and trying new food certainly doesn’t ruin things.

For a while, MC and Beel were perfectly content with being friends. But then the second aphrodisiac incident happened. The first was when the brothers ingested the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup; the second (which is this writer’s headcanon) is when MC accidentally drinks one of Asmo’s beverages that happened to have an ingredient that made the average human consumer very, very horny (it was an honest mistake, really; how was MC supposed to know that a Devildom version of their favorite smoothie would have that kind of an effect on them?) Beel was the only one home with MC when the aphrodisiac started to affect them, and so he was the one they had to go to in order to get some kind of relief. And he did exactly that.

You see, another not-so-well-known fact about Beel (unless one happens to asks Asmo about it) is that he loves the taste of cum. It doesn’t matter where it comes from (both from an anatomical and racial (angel/demon/human) standpoint); the moment it hits his tongue, Beel’s going to consume as much of it as he possibly can. To put it simply, the Avatar of Gluttony’s ability to suck dick and eat pussy rivals Asmo (because of his sin) and Lucifer’s (because he’s the eldest). He can go for hours if one allows him to do so. For this reason, MC and Beel’s relationship turns sexual, although there’s a bit of a mental hang up for Beel when it comes to MC reciprocating. It’s not that MC’s not willing to return the favor; Beel just feels like the point of that part of their relationship is for him to give them pleasure.

Outside of the sexual context, Beel and MC can often be found in the twins’ room, the attic, the kitchen, the roof of the House, or RAD’s gym. The roof and gym are the only two places where the two of them can get some alone time, because Belphie frequently tags along when they hang out in the other places; the roof is where a lot of Beel and MC’s conversations about philosophy happen, and the gym is where they work out together (or at least at the same time, as a human is far too weak to do Beel’s workout). They’re not the closest pairing, but both of them like each other nevertheless.

The fact that MC knew the Vesuvian men didn’t quite register in Beel’s brain. Mainly, it didn’t make that much of a difference to him whether MC led two lives or not; he was just happy to be connected with MC. That is, until Julian starts telling him that he should let MC give him a blowjob at least once. The plague doctor doesn’t completely understand that Beel doesn’t feel the need to have MC do that for him. The sixth-born gets plenty of pleasure from MC’s pleasure, and that’s enough for him.

Belphie: MC’s side man. MC was initially hesitant to get close to Belphie after the incident in which he killed (an alternate version of) them, but when they saw that everyone else (minus Beel) was ignoring Belphie’s existence, their pity drove them to have at least one conversation with the Avatar of Sloth. Belphie caught on to MC’s pity pretty quickly during that conversation, but he liked the fact that someone besides his twin gave a shit about him, even if it’s the last person he would have expected to care.

One conversation turned into two, which eventually turned to them meeting in the planetarium at least once a week to look at the stars and talk about all kinds of things. The longer they meet, the more chemistry develops between them; this chemistry culminates one evening when, as MC was talking about an annoying demon in one of their classes, Belphie leans in and kisses them. This leads to a slow, sensuous make-out session that leaves both of them out of breath and a bit dizzy (but in a good way).

Belphie’s sexual nature is subdued but full of passion, and he knows exactly how to make MC melt under his touch pretty much from the get-go. If the walls of the planetarium could talk, it would reveal that MC and Belphie have fucked in just about every corner of the room. Sure, they still talk about life, but a good chuck of their time spent is devoted to sexual activities. One could say that their relationship evolves similarly to that depicted in “Beauty and the Beast”.

Belphie really doesn’t give a shit about MC having another life in Vesuvia, because sometimes it means having extra company (that isn’t Beel). Julian and Asra sometimes join MC and the Avatar of Sloth in the planetarium (99% of the time, it’s to simply talk, but there was an incident when Belphie, Julian, and Asra all took turns making out with MC, which made for a very interesting evening), and Lucio and Belphie’s occasional nap pile finds itself a third member in MC. 

#the arcana #the arcana mc #the arcana julian #julian devorak #julian x mc #julian x apprentice #obey me shall we date #the house of lamentation #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #mammon x mc #obey me levi #obey me levi x mc #obey me leviathan #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me satan #obey me satan x mc #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmodeus x mc #obey me beel #obey me beel x mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me belphie #obey me belphie x mc

[yesvaldemarharder]

Being A Cock Warmer For The Males In Arcana

Yeah I ain’t stutter. Also the fact that y’all got 308 notes on the Nsfw Arcana bit I ain’t got 308+ followers hurts me. So cruel. 😤

Anyway let’s get started before I have a mental breakdown haha (<— old edit sorta)

Edit from today (7/25): WE ARE NOW AT 565 FOLLOWERS! (I do believe, I might have to check again) Thanks so much guys! I know I disappear a lot but with witch stuff and spirituality and shit like that I just need to take breaks. I don’t mind y’all asking me how I’m feeling though smh, it might bring me back sooner to know people care about me.

But y’all too scared to even comment on how much y’all like my posts so I know y’all won’t do it.. cowards. 😔🥺

Anyway here’s the cock holder post, I’m actually not sure if these are completely cock holder-ish because of how they turn out but here, have fun rubbing off kiddies uwu. (Please don’t be actual kids tho smh, I ain’t responsible for yo lil ass.. if you get caught rubbing one out)

EDIT 7/27: Finally I’m done, I just want to say thank you to all the followers that’s been waiting for this post! I’ve been in off and on moods these days so yeah..anyway I’ve been holding this post for months and well here ya go! Also if anyone else wants to Roleplay just hit me up! (However I need to see your style of Roleplay before we start anything..short rps and rps with plot or starters aren’t my thing. And I call dating Valdemar uwu, I’ll rp your fav character for you if you rp them for me.)

I feel like some of these are out of character but only a little, please deal with it considering how hard I worked to get this out..also if you read this whole top, you get this: a quick request from me! Request anything you want and I’ll upload it either today, tomorrow or the day after! You have to read all my top tho and I know some of you won’t so for people who do, in your request send me the call out note I put up here!

Honestly it shouldn’t be hard to find..but anyway enjoy!

(Also I might make edits later teehee..)

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Asra

As yet another costumer walked asking multiple questions about crystals and spiritual awakenings you nearly whimpered to them as an answer to whatever they had just said. Your hand roughly clutching the edge of the greeting desk in front of you.

Asra’s cock nestled in deep inside you like a snug bug in a fucking rug. It pressed against your sweet spot, nudging against the g-spot and he’s carefully rolling his hips shooting pleasure all throughout your body. Your clit is rock hard at this point as his hand grips your naked thigh, your shirt pulled up and panties around your ankles.

Everything is hidden from the people coming in except your face which is trying to hard not to show how hot you’re feeling. You want to stick your tongue out so bad or let your eyes roll but you know that with the right person that’s a dead giveaway. When another comes in Asra greets them with a warm smile seeing you stumble on your words to do so instead. He thrust his hips a little and you hold back from crying out, ducking your head down into your arms to bite your lips. Just like the way he told you to.

‘What a good girl you are.~’ He thinks with a catlike grin. He’s enjoying this quite a bit and you can tell with the twitching that his cock is doing inside you. Asra has patience though, a lot of it..and while you want so desperately to bounce on his cock like a whore in heat he simply won’t let you until he sees fit. Maybe if you beg for it though he’ll simply not give a damn about the customers and will put you up for display, fuck you right on the counter in front of everyone that enters.

When the customer haults themselves mid sentence they take the time to ask if you’re ok. Of course you can’t answer, you can’t even trust your voice to sound somewhat under control. Asra is on it in a flash taking any words from you to speak instead. Maybe not with the words you expected him to say but really you can’t argue right now. Not when he lifts your legs a bit more and sinks deeper into your wet messy pussy. You shake against him letting out a strangled whimper.

“She’s just a bit sick right now, poor thing... I wished for her to sleep but she insisted on helping me today. Isn’t that sweet?”

Insisted on helping daddy work today.~ Oh such a naughty girl you were weren’t you? Don’t worry though, he’d made you squirt all over his cock like the loving daddy he was. What would he be if he didn’t?

After a couple of words between Asra and the customer the customer leaves with whatever they managed to purchase. The shop was quiet now only with the sound of wetness between your thighs and you breathless moans. It was quiet until he pushed you forward. You press firmly against the counter and he follows you pressing right up against your back, your hands find the counter and he chuckled into the skin of your back. “Such a good girl, you did a good job~” he mumbles as your cervix twitched against the slit of his cock and god, he has to cover your mouth as you cry out in pleasure because even though there aren’t anymore customers he still can’t be sure if anyone is still around outside.

You hips bucked against him now in a deep rut. He doesn’t even bother to tell you to stop because he know you won’t, he also knows you can’t help it at this point..your bouncing, tears running down your rosy cheeks. He just watches with a smug smile as his cock disappears each time you push back against him, his hands moving down to grab your hips as you moan and cry for more. Who knew a simple push would make you loose your mind? He did, that’s who knew.

You jerk with a high pitched cry and this time he doesn’t bother to cover your mouth, you’re just too far gone and he’d be a liar if he didn’t want to hear you babblering about how good his cock was. At one point you nearly collapsed but he holds you, lovingly as if you were simply cuddling in bed and not just breeding yourself on his cock.

“Shh, Shh. That’s a good girl, take daddy’s cock baby. It’s okay, I’ll let you cum.”

And oh god when his fingers came to play with your clit magick mixing in and you came so hard.. You were pretty sure you went to the astral plane for a second or some shit because it made you grip the desk for your life. Eyes rolling as he groaned, busting his load within you filling you with pups. You went limp against him, panting tiredly as he nuzzled you as if he didn’t just fuck the shit out of you.

“Such a good girl.”

Julian

You’re both flustered. His hands tightly gripping your twitching thighs as his large cock is deeply submerged in you. You’re in public, at the bar matter of fact surrounded by both men and women alike who are either drunk of their asses or are soon to be as such. Either way it’s risky to do this here but it couldn’t have been helped.

When you found your seat in Julian’s lap he turned a deep shade of red from the suddenly weight but simply chuckled lifting a brow, curious to know what you were up to now. “Darling? Careful now, I might ‘pop one’.” He chuckled and you purred, the noise making the glass you held to your lips vibrate a bit. He hugged you, like a baby clinging to a mother until you start to feel something prodding at your butt.

You make a small surprised noise and he freezes on the spot. You look back at him and he’s so flustered all he can do is look back up at you, sweating lightly, he even gives a shy little grin as if to say ‘told ya so’. After a short staring contest you bite your lip and purr once more. Why not take advantage of this, you and Julian we’re into many things so why not try out a little public play? You lift the glass back to your lips to down the rest of whatever you had been drinking in the first and then you shifted in his lap getting a feel of a twitch.

“Julian darling, you seem to have a bit of a surprise for me hm?~” He gives a nervous chuckle but nods. You take the momentary awkwardness as him being a bit shy and you know it’s understandable, even you’re feeling a little anxious with what you are about to do..however Julian was always one to try new things and you could tell he was interested the second his hand carefully cupped your hip.

You bit your lip in anticipation and without too much more hesitation you look around to see if anyone is watching glad to see that they’re not and you stand a little pulling down your pants and panties. He watches, he’s so nervous that you can practically see him gulp but the bulge in his pants is still growing so neither of you can help yourselves.

He fights his pants quickly pulling them down letting his cock bob out. Hard and already glossy with sweet precum already. If it wasn’t for a growing wetness developing between your legs and the group of people around you you’d get down on you knees and take that cock in your mouth. The tip is an angry red and you go to make a joke but shudder as he sneakily runs his thumb down the crack of your soft ass, playfully over your butthole and over your folds to your cute pink clit.

You nearly buck, humping the table but your careful. That’ll cause a scene for sure. Julian is impatient now, forgetting the awkwardness and embarrassment but he’s still cautious.. as much as he wants to beg you to hurry he doesn’t whine, not here, not yet..

You slowly lower yourself on the large, throbbing cock. It stretches you and you hear Julian gasp, his hands grabbing hold to your thighs the second you both connect. It’s hot in your belly, twitching against your fleshy pink walls, making your belly bulge ever so slightly. You’re shaking and he can’t quite literally feel you quivering around him. Biting into your lip you lightly roll your hips, slow to get a good feel of the twitching inside you.

You suddenly let out a muffled cry, your hand coming up just in time to cup your mouth when Julian bucks a bit on instinct. He’s quick to apologize though, sorry he couldn’t keep his body still but oh god...you’re soaking wet and so fucking hot that honestly he feels he might cum already.

You try to calm down, not to cause a scene when he presses his head into the crook of your shoulders, panting on your neck as he wraps his arms around you firmly keeping you in place. You practically whimper as he kissed your neck. “Q-Quickly darling, bounce on it. I’m going to cum soon~” Julian didn’t usually tell you what to do, and that might have been the reason you looked surprised at his words, might have also been the reason you grew wetter..

You felt...flustered, for the first time of being with him because usually you were the one in charge and yet here he was whispering in your ear telling YOU what to do. His lips on your neck, whispers in your ears encouraging you, cock deep inside and kissing your cervix, his taller build pressing so lovingly against your back. He moved his hand down to rub your clit curious to see your reaction as he lifts his head a little to look at your blushing face. He starts off slowly but soon he’s rolling his fingers in rough circles as you gasped and bucked, hips twitching and legs shaking.

“J-Jules, oh shit~ stop...stop I’m going to cum, I’m going to!-“

It was unexpected but he roughly slammed his hips up, cock hitting that sweet spot and he groaned as his cock throbbed before a thick release of cum flooded your insides. He held you tightly as you trembled. His hand tightly over your mouth to keep you quiet because you had been making cute little whines without even noticing. He suddenly was up and moved like a flash as he whisked you off to the bathroom where you squirted, your pussy twitching and spasming around him, eyes rolling because you had just came.

He held you against the wall as you struggled to stand on your own, no one was around now so he freely kissed you, a deep blush on his cheeks as he tried to calm you down. He’d take his time cleaning you up after you came down from your high.. “I’m sorry darling, please forgive me...I couldn’t help myself.” He chuckled lightly against you smiling as you huffed.

Lucio

You’re completely naked, skin sweaty, head buried in the same pillow where Nadia rest her head. His gauntlet squeezes your ass in a tight grip, voices in the hallway having normal talks. Your cheeks are a blood red.

He’s teasingly slow with each thrust, slow but rough covering your mouth with his other hand each time you let out a squeal at his cock spreading your cervix, the words in your ear he whispers are dirty and vulgar, humiliating but you can’t help the way your pussy squeezes around his thick veiny cock.

Lucio doesn’t seem worried, doesn’t seem like he cares if someone comes in to see him breeding his favorite servant like your just some toy. Maybe every once in a while you’ll hear Nadia’s voice and he’ll growl at how tight you squeeze around him, horny but scared she’ll come in and catch you both.

It’s so hard not to rock back into him, not only because he’s barely leaving any space for you but also because he’s in charge here. There’s a delicious twitch from his pulsating cock and you shake your hips now biting into that pillow snapping your eyes shut. It’s good, he’s good...no, he’s fucking amazing and it feels like you’re melting.

At one point it so good that you beg quietly. Soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips as the hand he had on you mouth moves to your hair, yanking those locks he loved so much.

His cock twitches inside you again and holy fuck you’re crying, you want to cum so bad but he’s keeping you still, stopping you from fucking back against him and so now all you can do is try to keep quiet.

This is torture, you think to yourself but then there’s a snap of his hips, cock burying deep in your womb and you scream, face forced into the pillows to shush you. He chuckles lowly in your ear, mockingly as you tremble violently against him.

“What’s wrong princess? Is something the matter? Use your words kitten~”

He knows you’re weak and he loves using it against you. At this point you really are crying, you want to cum to bad and he’s edging your orgasm at a level he’s never done before and it’s fucking killing you.

Beg, beg to get fucked like a bitch. Beg for him to take mercy. Beg for his cock, he fucking loves that.

And you did. “P-please sir~ please please please...let me cum please..” you sound so desperate it’s pitiful but with a hum he grants your wishes. If you thought the teasing was one thing the strokes he gave your slutty ass was another.

He fucked you so hard into the bed that when you came you couldn’t stop whimpering his name or shaking. You hips trembling seven after he pulled out. Your face pressed so hard into the pillows as his hot cum dripped out of your cunt.

He’d clean you up later but for now he kissed your lower back before giving that bum a nice slap watching as the skin brightened.

“Good girl~”

Muriel’s is a bit shorter because other then Portia I don’t really see him in a ‘LETS FUCK’ kinda way. Just my opinion don’t get mad please smh.

Muriel

It’s making your stomach bulge so much that you’re shaking, gripping his strong thighs as his large hands carefully settle on your hips.

There’s a twitch and you toss you head back to rest it on his chest, panting, whining like a dog and heat and even though it’s slightly embarrassing for you, looking up with lidded eyes and seeing that deep blush makes you purr. You bite your lip

His hand slides and now it’s on your stomach gently caressing the bulge he finds there. You shudder and then you let out a sweet high pitched moan as one of his thick fingers move to rub you clit.

His movements are slow but firm, he’s careful because he doesn’t want to hurt you but he also loves how your nails dig into his skin and how you buck and clench around him.

Keep doing that and might blow his loud sooner than he thought he would.

It’s just you and him, Inanna (did I spell that right? I don’t know I ain’t played his route like that..) is out, and he feels better that she is. Not hear to watch as the clear juices drip out of your needy cunt.

He hasn’t rolled his hips or thrusted up into you once yet and deep in your mind you feel a bit grateful but that doesn’t mean you can’t rub against him

There’s a shiver and then you wiggle those hips of yours, crying out in bliss as his finger presses against your clit and how you can feel his cock twitch again. The hand on your hips squeezes and then there’s a shaky groan behind you

He slumps a little, big strong chest against your back, lips against your throat in a gentle kiss and he’s shaking. He might just cum but it’s no doubt that you’re going to beat him to it.

When his hips stuttered you arched but now it was too late to stop. You cried his name out before you came hard around that fat cock of his. He gasped at the tightness but quickly wrapped his arms around your waist giving you a gently but firm hug.

His cumming and his cum is thick and stick. You convulse just having it in you and when you’re both done he falls back onto the bed panting with the same tempo as you.

Fuck, you loved this man and when you found your voice again you’d definitely tell him to his face. ❤️

Can I just say that Vlastomil needs more fluff and smut of him??? Like no cap he lowkey makes the pussy wet for me 🥴🥴🥴 his is a bit short but cut me some slack, it’s 1 am in the morning..

Vlastomil

You didn’t suggest this, it just kinda sorta happened. When you came into his office to greet him with a kiss you didn’t expect to end up staying for this long but you guessed when lovers are too busy with work the second they had time alone anything will go down.

A simple kiss turned to Vlastomil grabbing your hand carefully to pull you closer. He’s missed you and you’ve missed him too, what could it hurt to spend time together? You smile a little and come closer until you’re in his lap, facing him and that cute dumb grin on his face. His hands moving around your waist to pull you both together and then you’re kissing again.

His tongues are curious to roam your mouth and as you do so you can’t help but moan a little remembering the times those same tongues had been submerged in your pussy making your jerk and cry out for mercy. You’ve missed him more than you thought you did..damn Nadia and those amazing adventures you two seemed to always go on..

He paused upon hearing the sound come from you and as he pulls back there’s a glimpse in his eyes that you both know all too well. Then there’s a slight twitch beneath his robes and you can’t help but shift closer, pressing a hand to his chest to make him lean back a little. His hands are still on you but this time they squeeze a little at your hips to encourage you. “Well, we have the time now correct?” He hums and you purr, nodding a bit as you lean down to kiss his exposed throat which makes him shiver under you.

With a catlike grin you pull back lifting your skirt to show your thighs that’s encased in stockings and lace underwear that has probably five seconds to be dealt with before he rips them off you. His eyes are focused and his cheeks are a bit red but now you too have gotten this far, no need to stop now. Not with the bulge between his legs growing bigger and needier for attention. It doesn’t take long to get him inside you, his fingers have prepared your now wet cunt and now your slit is teasing the head of his cock.

Usually Vlastomil doesn’t mind a bit of playfulness but he really wants you and with out much of a thought he pulls you down, kissing your lips as you go to arch and moan out at the sudden move. He’s throbbing in you, his long cock pulsing happily to finally be surrounded by your hot wet insides. You clutch his clothes, legs twitching a bit and even though you want to keep kissing you can’t help how your head tilts back even more you you to let out a broken moan of his name.

“Vl-Vlast~..” you gasp as he shifts a little to which he hums. “Hush now, don’t be too loud dear~.” Because while he’d love to make you scream the last thing he really wants to hear are rumors from servants who are far too curious about his love life. You shiver and for a while he just holds you allowing you to be the one rolling your hips shakily against him. A quiet groan leaving him each time his cock moves inside you like it might just slip out.

You’re so hot that he buries his head in your shoulder to try and stop himself from pinning you down on his desk. With his movement he presses deeper in you and you whine rolling you hips a bit faster. He’ll allow you to chance your orgasm, until he doesn’t..where he’ll grab your hips in an almost bruising grip to stop you. Then he’ll edge you on till you’re shaking and crying like a bitch, begging for him to stop and just let you come.

Only then would he allow if, for now however, he liked the feeling of those tight walls hugging his cock like a life support.

As you fell apart to your bucking he leaned his head back to whisper in your ear on how you’re doing so well or how good you feel around him. He’s not actively trying to make you cum but oh he’s definitely help tug on the knot inside of you. You hips stutter and with a shout you cum, shaking, twitching, and begging for him to stop with his mistreatments.

When your down, breathless and used he’ll continue to hold you there until he’s cumming so much in you that it starts to overflow. When you could speak again he’d wait for you to say how much you love him, for now however he simply chuckled and placed a lovely kiss on your forehead. Later he’d definitely pin you down and be the one in charge.

Valerius

Whatever Lucio has been saying definitely didn’t translate to you, not when Valerius had his cock so far up your pussy that you struggled to even breathe evenly.

Not with his hand massaging the inside of your thigh underneath the cloth of the table, not with him pressing a light kiss to your cheek even once in a while and definitely not with his little dirty promises each time Lucio looked away.

Your breath came out shaky after Lucio asked you something about the food and you bit your lip feeling the cock in you twitch.

“It’s d-delicious.” It’s the only thing you can mumble after Lucio speaks on how’s the food, while trying to not bounce on the cock that’s getting squeezed by your cunt. You want to roll your hips so bad, make him fuck you on this table without a care, but at the same time you do care.

You care about what whatever the hell Lucio will say for whatever fucking reason and that leaves you shivering trying to fight off the heavy blush that’s trying to appear on your face.

Valerius leers close, his head finding your neck, his lips moving along your skin. Smooth lips kissing your shoulder, then the base of your neck and moving to your ear. He moves his hips and your hand instinctively comes down to squeeze his thigh. He lets out a low groan into your ear feeling the wetness that you’re pussy is letting off, your heat having him hard as a fucking boulder. It really is hard to not bend you over this table and fuck you like the slut that you are. He could see it now, your nails digging into the table cloth as his fingers yank and pull on your hair, his eyes on your cunt with swallows him oh-so nicely with each thrust.

“I’m going to fuck you darling..” he speaks into your ear and the shiver you let off made him chuckle. Lucio is back talking again now, something about another masquerade and how amazing he is.., it doesn’t matter. Valerius’s hand on your thigh begins to move and you’re so sensitive now that even the slightest touch makes you whimper under your breath. His hand moves to tickle your clit, fingers playfully rubbing against the hard bun and now you do bounce on him.

It’s sudden but it makes you both shudder, there’s a wet sound that’s made when you do it and now Valerius downs the rest of his wine somehow calmly managing to set the empty glass on the table. His eyes are closed and you bite your lip, Lucio perks. “Oh Valerius! Would you like some more wine? I’ll even go get it for you!” And you can’t stop him because he’s already running to the kitchen. There’s silence and then his hand wraps around your throat, it squeezes and you let out a choked moan.

“Do it again.” He hummed and fuck, you listen to daddy when told to. Your hips are quick to studder, you bounce, raising your hips just to slam them back down on him. A broken cry leaving your voice when he takes the lead. Your legs spread over his as he fucks you with vigor. His cock rutting so deep in you with each thrust that you can feel it in you tummy and you can feel yourself chasing your own orgasm.

It’s just you and him and your letting out whimpering and broken moans, babbling to your daddy on how good you’ll be if he lets you cum. He believes every word of course because right now the ball is in his field and he’s in charge of if you actually get to cum in his lap.

Your arching, eyes rolling and you can feel the tightness in your belly. It’s coming, you’re trying to warn him, your hands placed on his knees for some sort of structure. You’re so cute, he whispers lovingly in your ear how wet your cunt is or how much it’s squeezing him and then he comes to a sudden stop.

You almost cry, not a small whine but a pitiful yell. You were so close and yet he stopped..this is torture, you couldn’t help but repeat that in your head. Lucio is coming back and you can tell because who doesn’t know that snazzy silhouette by now. Valerius has his hands on you holding you tightly to stop you from taking from him without permission. You will only cum when he lets you, don’t forget that. 

They’re talking but you’re trying so hard not to really cry right now, your pussy trembling with juices dripping down his balls and down your thighs. He has a hand on your hip that’s squeezing, telling you to keep in your place and even though you’re desperate you know that the prize of waiting is much better than a punishment. Or was it? (Teehee 👅😈💦)

A wine bottle slides towards you and it takes you a second to realize what’s happening. You blink before wrapping your fingers around the barrel without a thought and then there’s another deep thrust. You jerk bitting your lip as your hand tightens around the bottle almost like you wish to crush it. Valerius leans against you with a hum “are you alright? Can you open it?” He spoke lowly and to be honest there’s been multiple times where you wanted to hit him but this one really took the cake.

You nod lightly and then his other hand is over your clit, you gasp as digits violently play with the bundle of nerves and you can’t see at the moment but there’s a wide smirk on Lucio’s face. You completely break and arch in his lap as he presses kisses against your throat. “C-coming!~ D-Daddy I’m coming!~~” you cry and while you try weakly to clutch his arm he bucks lifting your hips with his other hands.

The string breaks inside you and then you go to scream but his hand is quick to cover your mouth from such a blissful sound. You cream all over his cock and there’s a rough groan as he cums inside you, his cum hot and filling you to the brim. You slump against him shaking and shivering before peeking a little.

“WOW! What an amazing show Valerius!” The count chuckles and now your blush is hellishly red. Did Lucio know the whole time? Well it must be expected considering how close the two could be. Valerius had his head in your shoulder as he lightly pet your belly which only added to how tired you were now.. You were definitely going to hit him when you woke back up..

Now, for Valdemar and Vulgora. I KNOW they both go by they/them pronouns. I’m only saying this because someone once didn’t know the difference between a daddy kink and ddlg on my account and the last thing I want is some little fucker being like “bUt BuT bUt!..” Most of my post for Valdemar or Vulgora is them with a tentacle dick but I don’t mind writing them with vaginas either. (Tribbing post coming soon uwu) My point is they’re both capable of forming whatever genitalia they want and plus this is just for fun and horny folk, calm down.

Vulgora

A blood curdling scream cut through the air as blood fell to the dirt ground with a splat, the coliseum was bustling with hunger for violence and the screams of the weak. There were three reasons for coming here, for one, Vulgora loved the coliseum. How could they not, fighting and blood was basically what they were made for. Two, they loved to show you the things that they liked to get closer to you.

The third being that when screams filled the air, the screams of pleasure from your lips couldn’t be distinguished from the ones down below.

They grinned a bit before laying their chin on your shoulder, their strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep the two of you attached. You twitched tossing your head back to rest on their shoulder as you let out hot pants and cooes. It squirmed inside of you, that seeping hot tentacle that stretched your cunt as if that was its job. Their tentacle was white in color other than the tip that grew a lovely pink/red, you bit your lip. Just thinking about it had you opening you legs a bit more.

Vulgora shifted moving their hips and you shake when they do because the way their tip wiggles inside your cervix definitely has you ready to start drooling and have their baby or some shit. Vulgora usually fucks you like your in heat but here, with the screams of death they want to hear you scream for more. It’s a bit sadistic of them in a way but why should they care, it’s only you and them on this row of chairs anyway, everyone else is much closer to the front.

Vulgora’s body is hot against yours and if it wasn’t for their arms wrapping around your midsection you’d probably arch away from the touch. Sometimes their so hot you can’t handle it, and more ways than one. Vulgora suddenly snaps their hips up and it’s so sudden that a scream rips right out of your throat before you can catch it. It mingles in the air mixing with a now dead man down below but now you hand moves to grab their arm.

“V-Vulgora..I can’t..~” you struggle to speak, your toes curling as the tentacle wiggles and squirms inside your belly, your eyes rolling as you bite down on your lip. Vulgora chuckles a mocking chuckle and somehow it makes you even wetter. Their tongue slides out to lick your throat, a gauntlet running up your shirt to expose your breast to the tangy air. “You can if I say you can~.” They mumble against your skin.

Holy fuck, you could cum right now but they’d definitely would turn your bliss into a punishment because did they say you could come yet? No, no they didn’t.

Your clit is so hard at this point and the adrenaline of someone simply turning around and catching you so exposed has you not only scared but squeezing them more. What if someone turned around? The whole stadium would see you taking the Pontifex’s cock like some whore. You started to shake at that thought laying your head back against them because you think you’re about to cum. They hum against your skin because out of all their time of dating you they know what goes on in the filthy little head of yours.

You like this. They grin a little before biting down on your shoulder before making a circle motion with their hips. Oh they way you begged, that’s what they want to hear. They want to hear how much you like it and how much it makes you feel good. Vulgora isn’t one to spend time fucking others so you have such privilege to be getting dicked down by them much less be their actual mate.

They don’t really edge you but you can expect more then one orgasm. When you’re practically crying and begging is when they’ll stop breeding you because now you’re full of cum and boneless against them. You pussy spasms around them and all the can do now is laugh a bit and rub your bloated belly. Even with how rough they can be you can tell they love you. They hands rubbing you carefully as the whisper how good you felt and how impressive you are in your ear.

If anything Vulgora is so in love with you you can proudly say your their addiction. You giggle a little when you finally have to strength to again and they hum lightly at the lovely sound.

Valdemar

Valdemar hasn’t been paying much attention to you but honestly what can you expect from them, you may have gotten them to acknowledge they feel a strong connection for you but when stating how you need their touch or how they should pay more attention to you can still be a bit of a struggle.

You huff seeing their back to you, those talented hands (which your cunt knows all to well at this point, fuck I’m needy now..) working so diligently on the lifeless corpse of some female you didn’t take the time to learn about. You’re in your night cloths having just came out of the shared room that you had been waiting for them in. You’re a bit annoyed to see them still working, it’s not like the body was going anywhere soon..

“Val..are you still working on that...” you sigh lightly and they don’t even bother to look back at you as they speak. “It won’t be for much longer.” They answer without missing a beat. You approached them, naked feet lightly padding against the floor and not much longer your against their back. They pause for a second before moving to look back at you. You give them a look, one of irritation and maybe a bit of an attitude and they don’t say anything as they narrow their gaze a little.

“Are you having more time with her than you are with me?” You mumble childishly against their back as your arms move to close around them and then you hand carefully runs down their chest. They roll their eyes moving to put their utensils down in the bloody tray next to the rotting corpse. “Don’t be absurd darling..” they speak and there’s a bit of a low warning tone behind their mask. Maybe it was the fact that they’d been working for hours when they wanted to join you or perhaps it was you coming out of nowhere with such silly things to say, either way, you could see that this was them telling you to watch yourself.

They noticed that attitude for a couple days now and to say the least they were pretty fed up with it. Fed up with the attitude and/or petty remarks.. You on the other hand scoffed to hide a smug smirk. “Do you like your fingers being in her more than in me?” This time they turned around making you stop and then take a small step back because to be honest you didn’t expect that. They grabbed your wrist holding it up as they got closer, your scent drawing them in.

“What did I just say? Stop the nonsense (y/n) or I’ll punish you.” Oh~ now you shivered a little. You hummed to resist from biting your lip, a punishment huh? Just what you needed. You pressed against their chest looking up at their slim tall figure with an almost challenging look as if you were calling a bluff. You tilted your head “did I strike a nerve? Want some more alone time with your new bitch?”

It happened so fast, them spinning you around and pushing your front down on a newly cleaned table. They pulled your hips up pressing firmly against your back as they leaned down to your ear with a low scoff. “Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear.” They spoke lowly before a hand was lifting your gown over the round of your ass to reveal those lace panties, their gloves hand traced your skin. You shivered under their surprisingly strong build, biting your bit as you wiggles back against them only for one of their hands to sit right in the small of your back keeping you still. “Drop the attitude.” The hissed lightly.

When you let out a small whimper that’s when they knew this was what you wanted. They paused before humming in a sing song-y way. Their other hand snaked up before wrapping around your throat tilting your head back until your eyes connected with theirs. “Oh now~ I think I see what’s happening here..” they spoke with that sharp gaze. You were already getting super wet at this point and you wanted so desperately to push back against them.

“What a naughty little whore you are (y/n)..” they trailed off a little as something slimy ran up your inner thigh to rub over your clothed cunt before pulling your panties aside revealing your needy cunt that trembled for attention. You could feel it behind you, their body shifting a bit to help in this situation..the tentacle sliding over your clit as another managed to free them from their slacks revealing their tentacock which started as the same color as their skin to black half way.

Soon enough they had pushed inside leaving you breathless as they kept that dominating gaze on you, the hand around your throat squeezing a bit as your pussy hugged them. The long and heavy appendage squirmed inside you and you couldn’t help but spread your legs a bit more and cooe at them. Your stomach bulged a bit and you had to keep your hands firmly down to not completely collapse upon them, hell if it wasn’t for them supporting your back you were nearly positive your legs would buckle.

Once they were completely settled they leaned down to give you a kiss, short and sweet before they started a torturously slow pace allowing you to feel all of them and shake with need. Oh no, not this..Valdemar had quite a bit of patience and you knew that when they say they’d punished you they mean it. The last thing you expected was such cruelty like this though. You let out a broken cry “V-Val!..please~..” you choked out letting out a slight gargle as their hand tightened a bit more around your neck, the other moving to clasp around your hip to keep you from fucking back onto them.

They ignored you, their thrust slow but intensely firm, their cock sinking so deep in you you couldn’t help but cry a little from the slight overstimulation.

The room still had the scent of blood that filled your senses as well as the scent of sex and the wet squelching noises coming from you two. Your moans growing louder and your begs growing more desperate each time they pressed against you, your clit so hard that each time one of the other tentacles would flick it you’d jump with a shout. Valdemar never once looked away from you while you on the other hand couldn’t keep your eyes open or stop letting them roll to the back of your head.

They loved this honestly, putting you in your place and watching you fall apart from just a couple actions and they had to admit, while sex isn’t necessarily important to them they liked to see you so red in the face and twitchy with pleasure. You felt like you been there for hours when you finally came shaky violently, closing your eyes tight and letting out a high pitch cry. Your back arched as much as they’d let you and you came so hard it felt like you had died. Valdemar held you through it, letting up on their grip around your throat.

They weren’t done with you of course, they’d still have yet to cum themselves. For now though they’d hold you until you were ready to take more of your punishment.

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