#stripped in vesuvia

[may-be-rae]

The Arcana Headcanons

Nights with the M6

Asra:

Asra tends to go to bed rather late. He’s not the type to get a full 8 hours, but instead takes a lot of smaller naps through the day. I’d say they’re usually in bed no earlier than 2:00 am.

He does take the time to eat with you and tuck you into bed. He’ll lay with you, kissing your forehead, holding you until you fall asleep. It’s only once your breathing deepens and steadies that he dares to pry himself away from you. He tells Faust to care for you in his absence.

Asra prefers to be awake at these hours because the stars and celestial bodies are something he finds deep inspiration in. His magic is the closest to him in these moments, and he enjoys dwelling in that presence. He’ll sit on the roof and either work on astrological charts or document spells. Sometimes, he’ll just lay there and simply meditate beneath the night sky.

Asra is also a habitual midnight snacker. It’s the time when his appetite kicks up the most. Their favorite is sesame crackers with either cheese or almond butter and preserves.

When Asra does come to bed, he tries not to wake you. He doesn’t wear nightclothes, but simply takes off his shirt and slides under the covers. If the weather is hot, he’ll strip to his undergarments.

They love to watch you sleep. (Yes, it did occur to him that that’s slightly strange, and he had to laugh at himself.) The little sounds and faces you make during dreams amuses them. “Sometimes you look like you’ve bit into a lemon.” He laughed one day.

Once asleep, he’s gone. Very heavy sleeper. They sleep on their stomach while hugging their pillow, and you’ve notice that he’ll smack his lips in his sleep. It’s terribly cute. Often whispers things between dreams and will sleep talk if you engage in his mutterings.

10/10 cutie pie

Nadia:

Nadia has a strict night routine that consists mostly of beauty regimens. It starts with a long bath, then a thorough brushing of her hair, and ends with skin care. She enjoys when you participate as she’s always ready to spoil you.

Afterwards, she goes into her tower for a private meditation. As much as she loves you, she requests to be alone at this time. It’s a time of deep self-reflection. Nadia is not only conscious of her physical health, but also her inner being. She puts on a brave face, but her time with Lucio made her so lost to her own self. Not to mention, she’d been asleep for so long…lost so many memories. You were the catalyst for Nadia to find herself again, but her past is still a heavy burden. The time in her tower is her own promise to to herself to never stop fighting.

When she returns from her tower, she’ll find you. Her mind and heart are tender in this moment, and she wants to be near someone she trusts. She’ll take you to a balcony that overlooks beautiful Vesuvia. The city market lights are just beginning to dim, and the dock is alive with ships mooring for the night. She’ll hold you with her head on your shoulder, sometimes sharing the reflections she had in the tower.

Hand in hand, you both will make your way to bed. She’ll wrap you in the covers before making herself comfortable. Even though she was once married, Nadia isn’t accustomed to sleeping with someone. She’d always avoided staying in a bed too long with Lucio, and when she did, she tried her best to maintain distance. You’ll often startle her with your affections. You go slow so as not to scare her, and soon enough she’ll snuggle into you.

Although Nadia does her best to be in bed by 10:00 pm, she does push that back if your cuddling lasts a little longer than anticipated. 🙃💕

Julian:

Julian does his best to be home by nightfall, but as a doctor, that’s a hard promise to keep. When emergencies arise, his heart is too soft to deny his patients, even if that means sacrificing his own needs and desires.

If he does return on time, his routine is fairly sporadic. He’ll cater it to whatever you’d like to do, whether that’s a night in or some fun at the Raven.

One constant is he takes a long bath before bed regardless of the time he comes home. He’ll sprinkle the water with salts, light incense, and dim the lights to a single candle. He finds this to do wonders for his senses, which tend to be overwound at the end of the day. Sometimes, you’ll overhear him singing Nevivon songs from his childhood.

After his bath, it’s often well past dinner. Since you worry for his health, he’ll take time for a snack. Most often, it’s a slice of rye or pumpernickel with butter.

Afterwards, he’ll read a book until he starts to nod off. Then, he’ll clamber into bed with you and try his best not to wake you with his limbs. He does indulge in a kiss though, usually to your temple or pressed into your hair.

Despite his tiredness, it’s still hard for him to fall asleep, but with you near, his thought are so much kinder. He’ll think of his day and the changes in his life. While there’s much less adventure…much less drama…his heart has always longed for stillness, for a place that he didn’t have to leave.

He’s a very happy man.

Portia:

Portia’s evening are much calmer than her mornings. After a long day at work, she comes home drained. And while her energy levels are still unmatched, they’re drastically lowered by Portia’s standards.

Despite her schedule, she’s much more faithful about coming home on time. Nadia is also insistent that her greatest assistant and confidant has a life outside of the Palace. She ensures Portia’s schedule is never overbearing.

When Portia returns, she greets everyone in a healthy round of hugs and kisses. There’s no point in trying to escape her suffocating affections. She swaddles you in a blanket and tackles you to the couch, nuzzling into your neck to plant tickling kisses.

After, the two of you will stroll through her gardens and pick any ripened produce. You’ll talk about each others day and laugh as Pepi chases butterflies.

By now, you can see the weariness on Portia’s features. She still insists on cooking since it’s something she enjoys, so you do your best to wash dishes as she goes to make clean up easier.

Once dinner is done, she drags you into the bath with her. You’ll help wash her long curls, and she’ll nestle into your arms. Over time, you’ll feel her breath become heavy and slow. You know it’s time to get your love into bed.

Muriel:

Muriel retires to bed early due to his early rise with the chickens. After dinner, you two will clean up the hut as he prefers to awaken to a clean space. Then, he’ll venture out to bathe and collect water for tomorrow. He enjoys it when you decide to join him.

There is a local waterfall deep in the woods that he bathes in. He brings his own homemade eucalyptus and rose soap. It’s a stark but lovely contrast to the usual myrrh.

Back home, you’ll sometimes offer to braid his hair. Since it’s coarser, he like to use a bit of rosemary oil. At first, this practice sent tension throughout his body, but in time he’s relaxed into you. It’s not uncommon to catch him dozing off in your lap. He’ll also offer to do your hair or give you a massage.

Afterwards, it’s very much time for bed. Muriel sleeps on the edge of the bed, so that you and Innana are safe to snuggle into him.

For some reason, he’s much bolder in his affections at this time. He loves the softness of you, loves tracing the gentle curves around your face. It’s so different from the contours he sees in himself. Again, at first, this made him horribly nervous. Would his callouses scratch you? Would he pull your hair too hard? But in time, it actually helped him be more comfortable and attune to his strength.

He realizes that he can be soft, too.

Lucio:

Lucio’s energy tends to manifest itself the most once the sun goes down. Want to visit Prakra? Let’s load up the horses. Craving another pumpkin bread? I’m sure Selasi won’t mind! You’ll have to somewhat force him into a night routine if you ever expect to get this man to stop.

You’ve noticed food is key to getting him to wind down. A nice hot meal that sits in his belly and weights his eyelids. Usually, it’s in the form of stew with fresh bread and dessert (he has an undeniable sweet tooth). While he’s balked that’s he can provide you much better cuisine from world class chefs, he secretly loves when you cook for him and you know how to satisfy his picky palate.

After dinner, he’s noticeably more docile. He’ll hold out his arms and ask for you to sit in his lap by the fire. He’ll nuzzle into you and chuckle when you play with his hair. It’s not uncommon for you to fall asleep in his arms.

Afterwards, he’ll carry you to bed. The two will help each other dress for the night and curl into the sheets. He appreciates it when you take his golden arm off for him. The glove’s purpose was to hide from his insecurities. When he takes it off, it’s a harsh reminder of how he really sees himself. You are so much kinder towards him than he is to himself.

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #asra the arcana #asra alzanar #julian the arcana #julian devorak #ilya devorak #nadia the arcana #nadia satrinava #portia the arcana #portia devorak #muriel the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #lucio the arcana #lucio morgasson

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

ok what about soft moments w the main six???

The Arcana HCs: the best part of the day with M6

~ @godslayer143 requested something like this too, I think their words were "romantic tidbits throughout the day" and something about that phrasing made me melt. anyways here you go, much love from - brainrot ~

Julian

Every evening you spend with him is a gift

He's got the kind of anxious energy that peaks in the late mornings and he likes to fill his day with things to do and people to talk to and places to see

He really mellows out when the sun begins to set, and that's when he comes home and realizes that he's forgotten to eat a meal or hydrate (he's trying, he promises, he just gets distracted) and that's when you've learned to have your time free to catch your breath together

Sometimes this looks like having a hot plate of food ready or a cool glass of lemonade, sometimes it means sitting next to him and asking about his day while he strips off all the heavy outer layers of his clothing and lets the day's sweat air out

Those little moments of grounding become the thing he measures his days with and you will never fully understand how much he appreciates them

He in turn likes to make you feel special, every night is date night

Maybe it's drinks at the Raven, maybe it's attending or watching him perform a play at the community theater, maybe it's a walk on the beach while he tells you about his days at sea

He's a hopeless romantic, and he's hopelessly romantic for you

Asra

If mid-morning wasn't your favorite time of day before, it is now

Because that is when they wake up

You've got your own schedule to keep but now you know to be free around 10 AM and have some tea on hand

They're the most refreshed when they wake up, the light is golden and the air is warm, the day is full of the unknown, every muscle is relaxed from sleep, and when they start to emerge from their pile of sheets and pillows the first thing they get to look at is you

There is nothing wrong with being a naturally guarded person, but these are the moments when he can be completely open with you and he treasures each one

Drowsy cuddles are the best, the lines from the pillow are pressed into their cheek, they have the fluffiest bedhead, their clothes are rumpled, and they're fixing you with the most lovesick gaze

You have never seen dimples look so soft, he's pressing chaste little kisses to whatever part of you he can reach and murmuring sleepy sweet nothings just to watch you blush

He's going to spend the rest of the day trying to make you feel as loved as waking up to you did for him

It'll be creative little gestures, a little note on the counter, your favorite drink in the coolbox, maybe a surprise date rambling through the alleyways until you find a new place to eat

Nadia

Late nights with her are unparalleled

She is fully dedicated to taking care of Vesuvia, and her days are tightly scheduled with meetings and committees and important dinners

But once Vesuvia's asleep, she can dedicate all her attention to you

You know being around people and maintaining a city's well-being is tiring, so you like to gather everything she needs to relax with you

You got Portia to write down her evening routine in detail, so when Nadia's finally finished her state dinner you have her bath drawn and your hands free to de-style and brush and wash her hair

Once you're both in your dressing gowns you'll go somewhere quiet to enjoy the night view

A lot of the time it's a slow walk through the wilder parts of the palace gardens, breathing in the cool night air, talking about the day and checking in with each other

Often it's going up to the contemplation tower and opening the windows, sharing a nightcap and stargazing

The sleep she gets after nights with you is restful and dreamless, and it makes her want to give you the same peace it brings her

She may be busy, but you will always be her priority and she makes sure you know that

Muriel

Early mornings with Muriel are spectacular

Unless you're the type to go to bed a few hours after sunrise, he is definitely up before you are

He has chickens to feed, and a host of protective wards to refresh

And now, he has you to make breakfast with

It takes some effort to consistently open your eyes as the sun is rising and he's just returning from his walk around the perimeter, but it's worth it to cook next to him

You've been adding new items to the menu besides just eggs, and now you two have the perfect synchronized dance as you assemble a breakfast of yogurt, nuts, fruit, and bread

You'll sit together in the doorway, watching the sun rise and mist clear, snuggled next to him for warmth in the morning chill with Inanna laying over your feet

These are the moments that tell Muriel that all is right in the world, something he rarely experienced before he met you

He used to sleep to escape the discomfort of going through life, but now he looks forward to waking up so he can begin a new day with you

He in turn wants you to feel empowered to make whatever decisions you want to, and will happily sit down with you in the evenings with a hot drink and listen to you tell him all your thoughts

Portia

You have a lunchtime tradition with her

It's one of the few points in the day that you can plan on having free, without expecting to have something you want to do with it besides eat with each other

Mornings are an organized rush to get out the door, and evenings are full of social activities, but lunch is one hour to sit and eat with minimal interruptions

You take turns packing a picnic and you'll meet up wherever works - in the palace gardens if you're in Vesuvia, on the ship deck if you're on a trip, on the front steps of the cottage if it's your day off

She makes the best sandwiches and Asra taught you the skill of perfect tea brewing, and there's always baked goods somewhere

She'll kick off her shoes and sit in the sun, her hair shining and her face steadily freckling, blue eyes twinkling as she schemes for your evening plans and belly laughing about all the funny things she's heard and seen so far

As someone whose schedule is organized around other people's activities, you organizing your schedule around time with her means the world to her

She wants you to always feel as relevant and important as you make her, and it shows. Whatever challenge you want to take on, she's putting her all into it right next to you

Lucio

He's at his best in the afternoons

He is a naturally early riser, but he's a naturally early riser who doesn't like mornings, so he tends to pout his way through the first several hours of the day

Evenings are when he really comes alive, which means he's too energetic to stop and connect

Afternoons are when he's just been rejuvenated by lunch, when the air is nice and warm and the day is at its busiest, when there is still work to be done and therefore a task to focus on

When you're on the road with him, it means swinging your clasped hands between the two of you as he teaches you the rowdiest drinking songs and tells you of the mischief he got up to as a kid

Since your childhood memories are faint at best, he likes to retell his childhood like you were a part of it, and imagine what sort of youth he'd have had with you

On off days, it means a sparring session, practicing footwork, strengthening your grip, learning new techniques

He's beautiful in his element like this, golden hair and arm glinting in the sun, a rosy glow across his face, and his sharp, proud smile as he compliments your hard work

You were quick to recognize and encourage the good in him, and he is determined to do the same for you in every way he can

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

[bakuliwrites]

Day Three- Muriel of the Kokhuri

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Silk, Glacial, Citrus, Muriel (The Arcana) Pairing: Muriel x Reader Tags: Fluff, Snuggling, Kisses, Inanna! Word Count: 800

Wind cuts through your body, icy and sharp, chilling the very marrow in your bones. Not even the heavy coat wrapped around your shoulders is enough to combat the almost glacial Vesuvian winter. It’s unusual to be getting this much snow and ice, but a passing storm has practically turned the city into a kingdom of ice. The cobblestone is slick with frost, slippery and more dangerous with each passing moment. Vesuvia moves at a snail’s pace, its citizens cautious as they slide along the narrow passageways and tiptoe carefully through particularly slippery alleys. Icicles hang from awnings, crystalline and wicked as daggers. Occasionally, as you pass by, one will fall and shatter to the ground beneath, sending shards of ice in every direction. Tiny icebergs float down the canals, and some of the smaller ones have nearly frozen over entirely.

You are grateful once you reach the powdery snow beyond the city streets. At least you won’t have to worry about slipping, though part of you is nervous about falling into an embankment and getting stuck. Luckily, you know this area like the back of your hand and manage to traverse it quite well, trudging slowly through the thick layer of snow and into the dark forest. It’s deathly quiet, save a few somber colored birds that flit from barren branch to barren branch, chirping a greeting at you as you shuffle by. Another violent gust of wind nearly knocks you to the ground beneath, but you manage to steady yourself on a gnarled tree. The tip of your nose is frozen, your breath releasing in clouds of fog. What you wouldn’t give for a cozy blanket and a crackling fire right about now. 

It’s then that you spot a large figure lumbering towards you out of the swirling snow. A lantern swings at their side, pools of warm light wavering with each step they make. Out darts a small wolf from behind one of the nearby trees, yipping joyously at the sight of you, snuffling your outstretched hands as you reach to pet her. 

“Inanna!” you exclaim, burying your frozen fingers in her warm fur, soft as silk. Her tongue lolls out to the side, happy whines escaping her throat. After a moment, she wags her tail enthusiastically, beckoning you to follow, before darting back towards the not-so-mysterious figure. A grateful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you abandon the tree that steadied you and dart towards your rescuers. 

Muriel catches you up in his embrace, holding your shivering form close and warming you in an instant. 

“You’re freezing,” his low voice rumbles in your ear. When you glance up to meet his gaze, his brows are knit with worry. 

“Not with you here, I’m not,” you mumble against him, burying yourself in his chest. He lets out a small chuckle before gently nudging you and taking your hand in his. Inanna prances eagerly beside you, sending up bits of fluffy snow into the air and leaving perhaps some of the cutest paw prints in her wake. You chit-chat quietly with Muriel about your day at the shop and the perils of this unusually frozen Vesuvian winter. You worry about the forest, about the animals that call this woodland home. 

“Spring will come soon enough,” Muriel mutters, a soft, knowing smile reaching his eyes when he looks to you, “And then the forest will bloom again.”

He gives your hand a small, reassuring squeeze. With this, the two of you fall silent for a bit, enjoying the tranquility of the winter wonderland surrounding you. It’s not long until you reach Muriel’s hut. Smoke pours from the chimney and a welcome blast of warm air greets you as soon as you open the door. It smells of citrus, bright and inviting, two cups of lemon tea waiting for you and your beloved by the fire. Muriel takes your cloak from you, hanging it up to dry and gives you a moment to strip yourself of your icy, soaking clothes. 

Once you’re situated, Muriel guides you to the furs before the fire, snuggling close and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. This frozen Vesuvian winter is no match for Muriel’s gentility and warmth. 

“Welcome home,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. You hum as he draws you in, warming you to your very core. No amount of chill or ice could penetrate the comfort of this home. Inanna cuddles up to the two of you, slumbering peacefully as you and Muriel enjoy some invigorating honey-lemon tea and lay kiss after kiss to one another’s lips. You arrived home just in time, heavy snowfall pummeling Vesuvia almost as soon as you settled in for the night. But you are unconcerned, safely wrapped up in Muriel’s embrace.

A/N: I always get wordy with Muriel and I'm not entirely sure why. Don't get me wrong, I adore him. I'm just surprised that of all the M6, Muriel is the one I get the most wordy with when it comes to headcanons and mini-fics, haha. Also, I seem to have a common theme in the first fic and this fic, and that theme is being cold. I think I must be channeling how cold I am right now, lol. Thank you for reading! Up next will be Prince Sidon from The Legend of Zelda! As a note, not all of these fics will be Character x Reader. Many of them will be, but they might also be Character x Character, or simply have no pairing :) I'm just letting the prompts take me where they may.

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[so-susu]

The Lazaret Excerpt

The wind is cool and crisp as it brushes past him, ruffling his untamed hair. A firm black hat rests upon his head, nearly flying off as the next wave of wind hits. He spots the massive sails billowing in the breeze as the boats lie dormant in the ports. As he enters the city, he notices how eerily quiet it is. Doors firmly shut, only occasionally does he see a group of guards pass by. Each held red ribbons in their pockets, pulling them out and attaching them to door handles. The slimy color sent chills down Asra’s spine. He’d never imagined how intimidating a color could be.

It had been a while since he’d been in Vesuvia — weeks, maybe months — and it was barely recognizable to him, missing the vibrancy and culture he’d known for so long. Asra pulls his scarf to cover his nose, tying his beast close to the edge of the city. 

He walks through the desolate streets, the scraping of his boots against the cobblestone adding to his anxiety. The last time he was home, you two had gotten into the worst argument to date. There are so many regrets Asra harbors, things he wishes were never said. Now he could only hope you’d forgive him.

The baker’s stall is empty and worse for the wear, the marketplace seems just as run down. The clothes and tapestries, food, and signs are nowhere to be seen. He shivers, clutching his satchel as he makes his way to your shop. As he turns the corner, he takes another breath, preparing to meet your disgruntled disposition and explain himself. He’d hoped that you guys would have a chat— one that desperately needed to happen. You two had your fair share of arguments you were usually able to talk out...however, this one might take a little more time.

The handle of the door is smooth like usual…but something’s wrong. There’s fabric wrapped around the top of it. Asra’s eyes drag downwards to see a red fabric clasped in his hands.

No.

It’s not possible.

It must be a mistake.

It has to be.

For just a moment everything stops. The breeze breaks, the street lights dim, the water stops flowing, and Asra’s heart stops beating. 

Frantically, Asra pulls his bag open, fingers colliding with random trinkets and objects of unimportance. He feels the brassy, smooth texture of his compass and pulls it out. The compass needle rotates furiously, eventually settling in a direction.

It’ll know where you are.

Asra sprints in the direction of the pin, the city around him moving in slow motion. His head is spinning and his heart is pounding against his chest, racing faster than he could run. 

No time. There’s no time.

It was his heart against the world. 

If only there was more time.

The compass leads him straight to the docks, still fervently pointing forward. Asra gazes toward the pin, locking his eyes on a fevered, scarlet-toned island. Smoke blows from the central building on the small island. The Lazaret. A name the people of Vesuvia had become too familiar with over the past year. Asra feels the screams and the pain and the suffering. He swallows, eyes darting to a tiny wooden boat tied to the dock. He doesn’t even pause before hopping into the boat and untying it. His hand dips into the icy water, releasing magic from his fingertips. The boat propels forward, carrying him across the vast sea. Asra feels his heart palpitating, his mind is cluttered with only one thought. Find you. 

The boat hits the island, breaking Asra from his trance. As he stumbles out of the ship, he's suddenly overcome with the smell of smoke and burnt flesh. His skin feels sweaty and prickly, the hairs on his neck standing up. He glances down at the compass again before hurling himself in the direction of you.

It leads him to a barren strip of dirt in front of the central building.

This can’t be right.

He checks the compass again. But the needle continues to spin round and round.

Asra drops to his knees, tears beginning to pour out of his eyes. He tosses the compass hastily, fingers grappling at the soil beneath him. He starts to dig, quicker and quicker by the second. It’s not enough. His tears cloud his vision, sliding rapidly down his cheeks and falling into the dirt. He can’t stop. Not until he finds you. Not until you’re in his arms again.

Hours go by and yet he finds nothing but dirt and ash. His fingers bleed, his nails bust, but you’re nowhere. Nowhere. How could he have let you go?

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[pandemoniclucio]

The Arcana HC's #12

I recently saw Fairly Tail on my recomendations list, in brought back some nostalgia, and got me thinking about my favourite ice stripper, Grey.

Backstory: MC specialises in Cryo/Ice magic, MC developed an involuntary complusive stripping habit because of how MC was taught to survive cold climates without clothes. Nowadays MC doesn't even realise they stripped until someone points it out. MC also runs hot very quickly and will always strip during a fight.

Scenario: The Arcana LI's dealing with an MC who has a stripping problem. MC only strips down to their under garmets unless they're only with the LI's.

Asra

The first time they saw you strip was during your travels with them to Vesuvia to help cure the plague, they were blushing profusely and were genuinely surprised that you didn't realise you did strip. Luckily for you, your clothes weren't too far behind.

They were surprised and mildly amused when it happened in public and you didn't seem to notice the stares and wolf-whistles coming your way, they then magicked both of you invisible to avoid it, the jealousy was getting to them.

They do realise that you don't even know if you stripped or not and they know it's probably not going to end so they charmed you so that your clothes wouldn't be left behind.

Faust doesn't have an issue with your stripping. If you ever overheat, she'll wrap herself around a limb, she needs to keep warm and you need to cool off, mutually beneficial.

They were quite shocked and worried when you told them that your teacher basically allowed you to develop this habit, and made you and your class mates strip in the freezing cold.

If their parents ever witness the event, Asra has to first explain why you do this, then get teased by their mother then comforted by their father, who both try to help them enchant some things, so it doesn't happen in public as often.

They don't really mind your stripping, as they've grown used to it but they do enchant all your clothes to always come back to you.

Nadia

She first saw you strip when you had to catch the one of the guards and used your ice magic to keep them still. She was confused but would admit to enjoying the view.

She was shocked that you threw all your clothes except for underwear off when you were about to beat up Valerius with some Ice magic.

She eventually notices that you really don't notice when you are stripped until someone points it out, so she decides to get Asra to help her give you an enchantment so you don't strip in public.

Chandra doesn't care, she sees it as a way that helps you conduct your energy, and as longs as your ice magic helps her survive the Vesuvian heat, she won't complain.

When you told her your theory on why you're like this, she was concerned and horrified that you had to survive some of the coldest climates with little to no clothing and that it was taught by someone.

Nadia explains your habit before her family can witness anything. This intrigues some of them more, but ultimately when they do witness it, they all gang up to tease Nadia. She gets jealous when her siblings start admiring you.

She doesn't mind your stripping if it's just around her and some friends or family, but she does try to make sure you don't do it in public just in case something horrible happens to you.

Julian

He first witnessed your habit when he broke into the store. You tore of your clothes and immediately got into a fighting stance. If he was gonna die at least he'd die surprised and happy, but he eventually explained everything.

The second time he witnessed this, was when you came to give him the letter at the Rowdy Raven. He turned away for one minute to turn back and see you stripped down to your knickers. He was flustered, mortified and very concerned.

He quickly realises that you are comlpetely oblivious to you're habit seeing that you only start somewhat panicking when he points it out.

Malak thinks that you're a really odd human but enjoys your ice magic for cooling everyone with a controlled, small snow cloud.

He was mildly concerned and somewhat amused by your tales of how you developed your habits, amused by some of the arguments you had with your concerning teacher.

Luckily for him Portia does know about your habit, but she does listen to the way he explains why you're like this to her and Mazelinka, Portia is used to your habits but does tease Julian, Mazelinka does join in but warns him to keep an eye on you.

He actually enjoys seeing you strip but whenever you do strip in public, he will sometimes wrap his coat around you, to avert the prying eyes.

Muriel

He first noticed you strip when you met him outside your shop and you though he was there to fight. This confused him more than anything else before he notified you before dissapearing.

Since you two became closer while on your trip, the moment you invloluntarily stripped again, he got flustered and didn't mention your state of dress until he saw Innana giving you a confused look.

He finds out, due to Asra, that your habit isn't completely voluntary, so he doesn't see it as something bad, since you're not doing in on purpose.

Innana understands your struggle to keep cool so she doesn't mind. So she gets you to use your ice powers so that she can play in some snow or lie beside you.

He was extremely worried and confused as to why you had to endure such an odd training regime in the freezing cold.

Once you are either asleep or out of the hut, he will try to explain about your habit to Khamgalai before she passes from shock. He eventually does the same for Morga.

He doesn't mind when you strip, he'll never, admit it but he enjoys seeing you half naked, luckily for you his expression tells you everything. He just needs to be around you in public to scare everyone off. He also always gives you his cloak if he feels that you need to cover up.

Portia

She has heard rumors about you & your habit. She was quite shocked that they were true. She experienced her shock, flusteredness and slight amusement when she came back to get you from M&M.

The second time she saw you half-naked was when you came to her cottage and since this was a more intimate and private setting she got flustered and handed you some clothes, which made you notice what was causing her to turn red.

She immediately caught on that this was an involuntry habit and you were oblivious to any changes when it happened.

She finds your habit entertaining, the shock she gets when you do it in the cold, amusement she gets when you realise that you're clothes are gone and she just enjoys admiring you.

Pepi doesn't mind anything she'll try to nap on you during the summer, but will avoid you during winter. As long as you can create something she can attack or play in, she's happy.

She explains to Julian, Mazelinka and Aunt Tasha, just in case they get the wrong idea. She gets slightly jealous when Julian and Aunt Tasha start showing some attention to tease her. Mazelinka just gives her some advice.

Whether in private or in public she doesn't mind, she will always carry some extra clothes or a robe. She will also argue with anyone trying to give you grief.

Lucio

He saw you stripped in his burned bedroom when you got a bit overwhelmmed with the amount of magic in the room, he was quite confused and a bit flustered, but he thought that you were just feeling hot. He was a bit dissapointed when you left.

He is flustered and concerned when he finds that you have stripped in the freezing cold magic realm when you helped him fight the wyrm. He found it hot yet worrisome, that you were almost naked in the cold.

He eventually realises that you are oblivious to your automatic stripping habit, he finds it interesting how you don't know.

Camio, Melchoir & Mercedes don't mind. Mercedes & Melchoir just decide to sleep on you during especially hot days and when you create some cooling mechanisms with the ice you create. Camio just perches somewhere beside you or on your shoulder to remain cool.

He can somewhat relate to your tales of training with your master in the freezing cold as he lived in the north, but was concerned that you developed such a habit. He was thankful that his mother never did this with him.

He explains to Morga what's happening after she noticed that you stripped down, she was also a bit concerned but she admits the fact that you could survive such extreme colds is admirable in a way.

He does enjoy seeing you strip, but he always bring something that you cant take off when you're out in public, because he doesn't want random strangers looking at you, even though he knows you can fight. He'll cling to you and glare at anyone trying to get near you.

#the arcana asra #the arcana mc #the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana #arcana #the arcana apprentice #the arcana game #the arcana game headcanons #the arcana lucio #the arcana headcanons #lucio the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #nadia satrivana #nadia satrinava #the arcana portia #portia devorak #portia #julian devorak #doctor julian devorak #julian x mc #mc x julian #lucio morgasson #count lucio #nadia x mc #countess nadia #portia x mc #portia x apprentice #the arcana muriel #muriel x mc

[theintrovertbean]

Hello I am here to be controversial yet brave and warning because this is rather spicy and super long.

I think Nadia is more of a switch than a top.

Now hear me out, I think this depends on MC and how they are But I can fully see her being at least interested but has not really had the chance (I personally don't think she has much experience sexually because if she cannot have a romantic partner, how can you sneak a sexual partner? Specially since in Prakra everyone knows and is aware of where the royalty is, they don't have the need to hide as we can see Nadia not being great at that and the Prakra tale, if she was afraid of her sisters and parents dissapproval and teasing, i think that becomes an absolute when talking about sexual encounters, that's my 2 cents as someone from an over protective family).

A main reason why I think so it's because Nadia loves when MC is capable and takes charge as having plans on what to do or knowing how to comfort her, that's how we get the happy ending. I think she would prefer it with a super soft dom, someone who doesn't make her feel without control or feeling used. I am not sure if she would prefer to be a brat and make MC fight in some way for dominance or follow the flow to see where it goes and be more passive.

Now I will give a few scenarios that I imagine, let me know what you think:

1.- Now I imagine MC and Nadia talking about it and MC saying "Oh I can top you if you want" and Nadia saying "Can you 🤨?" And MC being like "Absolutly, when you least expect it, you will see."

Later on, and this is taking my MC for example, Nadia is feeling a little insecure in general and MC can see it can steem from the sexual side, the spiral is about to start so MC decides to take action.

"- Strip for me.

- Excuse me?

- You heard me, strip for me - the MC says with a playful yet comanding look.

- You dare give orders to the Countess of Vesuvia? Do you know what happens when you disrespect me?

- Oh but you won't do a thing dear, you love me too much, as much as I do in fact so, do as I said. Strip for me, slowly."

Nadia is fully on the game and more intrigued than anything, I can see her doing two things, either she does it slow as commanded recieving a loving stare and a "You are so beautiful, my darling" which promts butterflies on her stomach or she does it fast, prompting the same loving stare but with a bit of annoyance and a "You are so beautiful, my darling, sadly you had to be such a brat" which gives her a mix of emotions, excitment and surprise at the amount of audacity with a tint of intrigue.

A sex encounter happens ending with Nadia all tired and frazzled but happy and MC cheekly saying "I told you I could do it" ".... Yeah... you can".

The second one I think is even more connected to my MC than before:

Nadia has been rather busy and has been feeling a little insecure so she decides to relief herself alone. When MC found her when entering their room, there is a flash of emotions in her face, surprise, arousal and then a pout of annoyance.

Nadia when trying to stand up, felt a wave of magic that didn't allow her to move, it didn't hurt, it was not made with intent of submit but to stop her for a bit.

"- Do you have any idea of how Long I have been holding Up? - MC said taking their clothes, in their voice and movements there was dessesperation tho the arousal was evident on her tone.

- I... didn't thought you would be interested my love I-

- Did you ask me?

- ... No.

- Even after we agreed for you to tell me everytime you felt needy?

- Yeah-

- I have been holding Up because you are so busy and even distant from me, was this it?

- ... Yes.

- You have not been holding up what we agreed on, do you have any idea how I feel? Do you know what I have to do now?"

From here, again two different answers from "I can imagine my dear, I know" or a "No, what will you do?"

This obviously ends up in another sexual encounter and it ends up a lot more soft with MC almost begging Nadia to be more open with her. "Please my moon, talk to me, how would you know what I feel if you don't ask? I want to at least help you okay?" "I will my darling, i'm sorry" "It's okay, I love you" "I love you too".

The third one is a lot more quick, literally, and follows more the second one:

Nadia every once in a while gets horny while at parties or important meetings and tells MC mostly for funzies, trying to get a reaction but it can sometimes end up in a closet somewhere in the castle with MC helping Nadia getting herself back together after a very intense 10 minute break where MC just drove her crazy. MC as a punishment doesn't allow her to kiss their mouth during the act and Nadia responds either with a dissappointed "puh" or a little complain.

... I think I got a little to excited, my apologies but what do you think about this?

Hello friend 👀

Esz supports 💪

I think you explained it very well, so I don't have much to add except for a few smaller ideas.

Nadia definitely has some trust issues. She was very quick to doubt MC when Portia betrayed her, so for her, it would take some time to feel comfortable with taking a more submissive role.

And she's definitely a power bottom, always giving instructors and remaining in control even when she's tied to the bed.

I also remember Asra telling MC when they ask for love advice that Nadia doesn't like doormats, so she is definitely more into people who are independent enough. MC has to know how to take care of themselves, since Nadia isn't always available to do so. This leads me to another observation: Nadia has never had anyone taking care of her. She's not used to it, not in the slightest, but in her deepest parts, she craves it without even realizing it. It's one of her most secret desires that she keeps hidden even from herself.

And once Nadia experiences what it's like to have someone truly care for her, there is no going back. Of course, this will have much bigger effects on her than just being open to giving up control in the bedroom. Nadia will need aftercare. Lots of cuddles and kisses for the Countess. This is like growing up without anyone ever telling you that they love you, but then someone does and you turn into a sobbing mess. It would affect Nadia emotionally too, so I think she's going to be quite needy afterwards.

But, as I said, this is going to take time. I also think that Nadia doesn't have much experience. If I remember correctly, she traveled a lot before she arrived in Vesuvia. We also know that she had zero romance and/or sexual encounters in Prakra. But, again, she traveled. She probably met a few strangers, had a small connection with them, they had sex, and then she had to leave, and they never met again. If she had stayed in foreign countries for longer, then maybe those affairs could've blossomed into relationships, but it's quite safe to assume that she didn't.

And well, those scenarios are very hot 👀 10/10 would do them with Nadia.

Thank you for this! I loved it!

#nadia satrinava #arcana nadia #the arcana nadia #countess nadia #the arcana #nadia the arcana #arcana #nadia arcana

[kath-trashh]

long post abt my ocs, so i’ll format it like this 👀💦💦

avis

THE HOPE

once a brilliant magician working alongside asra. as the plague wracked vesuvia, avis moved to work alongside julian in an attempt to find a cure. they delved deep into forbidden magic and the old tarot, and discovered old arcana whose influences had dissipated to the point of nearly being forgotten.

but they were desperate. at the masquerade’s ritual, they invoked the Hope, and begged for a cure to the plague. in retaliation for having invoked powers not meant to be reawakened, the Hope stripped them of all their memories, trapping them in its tarot card.

after three years, they awoke to find a stranger smiling sadly over them…

jaxen

THE JESTER / THE HUNGER

a young merc from a far-out nation, jaxen— or jax, as he sometimes prefers to be called, refused to sit idly. the day his village was attacked by an enemy tribe, he formed his first pact with a demon. or rather, an arcana. the hunger, it called itself— and it desired more than a paltry life as a forgotten aspect of temperance.

and who was jaxen to disobey the call?

as jaxen ravaged villages with his displays of demonic power, he feels the thing clawing inside him become stronger— the desperate desire to find great sources of magic and power, and swallow them all whole. maybe that is what brings him to vesuvia’s capitol, to the home of the widowed countess. to the whispering ghost of a dead count, who, like him— only wants to live.

rin

THE FOOL

before asra revived rin, they had been a librarian studying magic texts. they spent time with asra and with muriel, and after muriel’s execution matches, would conjure and weave stories with their volatile magic.

following their resurrection after an untimely death, they were given the chance to explore their magic— and became especially adept at fire spells. both as a method of attack, but also as a strange way to heal— as if their burning fire could warm the cold soul of another.

and maybe that’s how they find muriel again— a cold, withdrawn soul who needed just a little warmth to coax out something beautiful.

mareike

THE AEON

with a name meaning ‘misfortune’, mareike was born to a family who wanted nothing to do with her. as she grew, she discovered her own magic— or something approaching that: a desperate and violent shield she could use to inflict her will.

she found work under an architect working for lucio at the time, when she realized there were many infrastructure improvements to be made. and improve she did— or at least, she tried. she battled lucio every step of the way to try and change the city for the better, only to become frustrated at the count’s refusal to rule.

maybe that is why she found such companionship in julian, a young doctor who wanted the same. they became very close— and as the plague wracked vesuvia, the doctor went missing. now, three years later, she hears that the young doctor is wanted for the count’s murder…

#my writing #the arcana #the arcana fan apprentice #the arcana oc #fan apprentice #this is all very long and i think some of this makes no sense but here they are

[luasworkshop]

Take Control

Synopsis: Evander has found an interesting protege in Jinana, and takes some time to show what it is to dominate when all of the trappings of theatricality are stripped away (~3,400 words.)  Setting is approximately a decade prior to the events of “The Arcana” even though neither Jinana nor Evander are directly involved in them in this setting.

Notes: Jinana belongs to @the-iron-orchid​ and appears with permission.

Warnings: D/s dynamics, exhibitionism, praise, degradation, oral, PiV… I think that’s the lot of it.  Gendered terminology for trans characters is in line with negotiated terms of the scene/what the involved players are familiar and comfortable with.  Magic prophylactics are in use.

They have enjoyed some time in the scene now – Evander showing off and encouraging Jinana as they participate in various scenes among those in Vesuvia with certain sexual tastes.  He has had years to hone his skills, and s/he is still relatively new to it all – bristling with the joy of one coming into their own.  Hir nature is in full effect – her cleverness and will to dominate, but hir hand is not yet fully skilled, and it is with that in mind that Evander has invited Jinana to his estate for the day, with the intent of a more intimate scene where Evander can better show what it is to hold one in their sway – both the power and responsibility of it all.

The submissives are two Jinana has seen before, both of whom are long-time acquaintances of Evander - a handsome creature by the name of Antony, with dark eyes and dark curls, and a perpetually slightly concerned expression, and Liliana, an ephemeral sort, fair and soft-spoken who’s silk eye-patch conceals a rather gruesome but well healed childhood injury.  She comes from nobility, and found escape in Vesuvia’s bars and brothels.  He is a common sort – a member of a large and successful farming family from the surrounding area who stumbled into the scene years ago.  The four of them converse cheerfully over drinks on the porch of Evander’s home, watching the rolling clouds of a summer thunderstorm off in the distance.  While the main gist of conversation is negotiation for the scene ahead, there’s a familiar, if impersonal, comfort and ease with which Evander speaks to them, and Jinana finds it easy to cheerfully interject, making them laugh, or teasing out a question which the three who know each other better may have answered between them, but is better brought out into the open for all for the coming scene – who likes what, what is on or off the table, and how best to address all players.

Continued on AO3

#Evander #Jinana #My Writing #Spice #Antony #Liliana

[alotsgonnachange]

“Two Really Annoying People Go At It In A Bath House” 🍋

Danielle (OC) x Lucio for @the-midsummer-masquerade Day One: Baths + food play

Here it is…. Literally two annoying people have sex… theres simply nothing else to add

Warnings: Eh imo this is pretty tame because of who i am as a person but

Dirty Talk that is kind of demeaning?, oral, name calling, teasing, food play, everybody is REALLY into fingers??

WC: 3415 words. Yeah i don’t know either !!!

Danielle DuPont considered herself to be a simple individual. She loved food. She loved money. She loved sex. Mere hours into the midsummer masquerade, she found all three of these needs being completely and utterly fulfilled. Well, the money part was a bit subtler, but by showing up with her bag of goodies, she hoped that providing samples of her wares and sneaking some business cards would bring her a wealth of new customers. Running a sex shop in Vesuvia was a good gig and did what it needed to do, but it was difficult when she was constantly being bombarded with the same requests over and over: highly illegal love potions (which she would never oblige, and often shooed these patrons from the store), begging for love advice and dammit, what was up with people and just buying candles and nothing else? Whether or not soliciting was acceptable in this context, she didn’t care to check - not that she was a particularly ethical person to begin with. The handful of interactions she’d had so far, though, told her she would have a much more engaging clientele from this point.

As the afternoon turned to evening, there was a bit of a lull in activity, with groups and individuals often taking a break from their lustful afternoon trysts to snack, smoke, or nap in the various soft chairs and sofas. Danielle couldn’t help but feel slightly amused as she delicately stepped over a sleeping and snuggling couple on the rug in the sitting room, who appeared to have tired each other out mid session. As for herself, she felt similarly to those around her - She’d done what she needed to do and now it was time for a break.

Once she exited the sitting room, she found herself in the hallway wandering past various individuals and lovers chatting idly, or strolling along. She felt a few gazes rake across her skin with piqued interest, but for now she wouldn’t return them. One of the people she was chatting with (i.e., fucking) had mentioned a decadent bath house and as a lover of fragrance and relaxation that was an opportunity she simply couldn’t pass up. Upon reaching the entrance to the shared space, she began to strip from her cute but tight and elaborate costume and swapped it for a thin pink robe that didn’t leave much to the imagination. When she moved past the dressing room corridor to the bath area, she felt a wave of calmness wash over her entire body - she would have to thank whoever was in charge of the perfect blend of candle and incense scents, bath salts and essential oils that filled the humid air. The water looked entirely too enticing, with rose petals floating on the surface and plates piled high with strawberries, grapes, cheeses and champagnes not too far. Lush towels were folded neatly near what she assumed to be various bath oils and lubricants.

“Oh this is heaven…” she murmured, quickly approaching the edge of the pool and scrambling to her knees to dip her manicured fingers into the water. It was just the right temperature to soothe her aching feet from the pressure of wearing heels for hours on end. Swinging her legs so that she sat with her feet and calves submerged she sighed and let out a deep exhale finally having found a moment of peace for the time being. If other patrons were around, she simply paid no mind to any debauchery happening and allowed it to become background noise.

That was, until she heard a very distinct throat clearing AHEM from above.

She opened one eye, clearly not in the mood to entertain, but blanched when she realized who stood at the edge of the pool right by her. She recognized that face anywhere - The smug visage of Count Lucio came into her view. Hands on his hips scantily clad in a similar too-short gauzy robe, only his was in brilliant red and decorated with gold details. Before she could speak, he was already sat next to her, legs causing splashing and rippling in the previously tranquil water. When she got a closer look at his face, she couldn’t help but observe that he was handsome, despite the intrusion. But she was going to have to give him some shit first.

“Can’t you see I’m trying to relax, monseigneur?” The title was a bit snide and probably not necessary, but she couldn’t help but tease.

This only seems to widen his grin. “I don’t know what that means, but yeah.” He leans back salaciously, allowing his robe to fall open a bit. “I know you. They call you the Love Witch.”

“Perhaps.” She didn’t want to give him too much credit, particularly at an event where identity was to be a mystery. “Why? Are you looking to buy my wares?” She leaned back onto her elbows, mirroring his previous attempt at seduction by allowing her robe to fall off of her shoulder a bit. She watched in amusement as his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She laughed. “Well I don’t have anything on me right now, mon cher. I don’t give my goodies away to just anybody.”

“Weren’t you passing out nipple clamps and lubricant over by the chocolate fountain like half an hour ago?”

“So what if I was? If you wanted something you should have just asked.”

“Okay. Gimme something then.”

“I told you - I’m all out.” She reached past his shoulder, very deliberately getting up into his space to grab a handful of grapes to munch on. She felt him tense and let out a noise of protest as she pulled away. She sat back on the edge, grinning as she popped two of the sweet grapes into her mouth, staring him in the eye. His lower lip poked in a distinctive pout. Danielle raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You’re not going to offer any to your beloved count?”

“Ugh, can’t you get it yourself? Are you a count or a princess?” To her delight, his reaction to the word princess was a gulp and a widening of his inquisitive silver eyes. And there it was. She softened her voice and expression to tilt her head at him. “Don’t tell me… That’s what you’re into?” Danielle reached a manicured hand towards his face, to which he responded with a desperate grab of her wrist, pressing the palm to his cheek as he regarded her adoringly.

“Call me whatever you want, doll. I’d let you say it. Just you.” He punctuated the declaration with a noisy kiss to her hand before returning it to its place on his cheek. She hummed for a moment, watching his expression in an attempt to gauge his seriousness and sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Alright.”

“Alright?” He sat up excitedly, this time he clutched her hand to his chest, to which she could feel his heart pounding. His metal hand twitched, as if it wanted to edge toward her thigh, but didn’t go through with the motion. She noticed this and sighed.

“You think you deserve to touch me?”

He nodded, dumbly, she added internally. She tutted softly, shaking her head at the response. “You’ll touch me when I say you can. For now, here.” She pulls another grape from the bunch she had grabbed earlier between her thumb and index fingers and pushes it against his lips. In response, he takes it into his mouth, chewing but still chasing the feeling of Danielle’s fingers against his lips. The tips were bright red and sparkling and he found himself dragging his tongue and lips across them. She pulled the hand away and he whined. She made a soft tch.. sound and reached for another grape. “So needy.”

“You’re pretty..” He mumbled, mesmerized as she placed another grape in his mouth, chasing her hand with his face like a lost puppy. She pulled away again.

“Just pretty?”

“Gorgeous. Stunning. And the hottest one here.” He grinned, seeming suddenly very sure of himself. “Aside from me. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” She echoed, scooching forward a bit so that she could tangle her fingers in his hair, suddenly pulling backwards so that his neck was exposed and his chin faced upwards. This seemed to excite him, and his pulse raced as she leaned all the way forward so she pressed her front fully against him and her nose to his jaw, inhaling deeply. She hummed and then pulled away to regard his flushed expression and untangled her fingers from his hair. “You smell like sex.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. What have you been getting up to all day, hm?” She scooted away from him before swinging her legs back into the water and fully submerging herself, beckoning him to follow her lead. Of course, he jumped right in without a second thought and splashed her, making her grumble at the direct hit to her hair and makeup, but she figured it was a lost cause by virtue of being in the water to begin with. She steered him to sit on the raised ledge that was in the water so that she stood before him and he sat at chest level, water up to his shoulders.

“Gods, you’re stunning. Bet I could fuck you so good with you in my lap right here.” He reclined a bit, flexing the hand of his golden arm while regarding her with unfiltered want. She giggled and sat so that she straddled him and put her hands on either side of his face.

“Bold of you to talk about fucking me when you’ve probably been getting fucked all day.” She punctuated the statement with a salacious roll of her hips that caused him to choke on a moan, throwing his head back. “I bet people spent all day treating you like a princess and a bottom bitch. To see how you’re acting with me? I can tell you’ll throw yourself at anyone who treats you a little nice because you want it bad.” Danielle allowed herself to grind on his cock a bit more consistently, also feeling a desperate need for release building in her own lower belly. She thanked the gods they were in the water, otherwise he’d noticed how utterly soaked the interaction made her.

“Mmmm..” Lucio was incoherent at this point, moaning unabashedly and rather loudly in the hot and echoey chamber. Danielle laughed again and decreased the intensity of her movements to press her hands flat to his pectorals, sliding down until they brushed against his nipples. Pierced with golden barbells.

“Pierced huh?” She thumbed at both nippled idly as he let out several choking moans in response. “Why?”

“Be-because! Uhh….. looks hot. Damn.” He threw his head back again as she pinched the left rather hard between her thumb and index.

“You didn’t do it because you’re a needy slut?”

“I….”

“Lucio.” The sound of his name made him groan even louder. Danielle’s hand that wasn’t on his nipple traveled so that it wrapped around his throat, squeezing once to get his attention. “I need to hear you say it, princess.”

“Mmm… I’m needy. Yeah and uh.. ne-need you to fuck me like I’m a slut.” The words were shaky and his skin was flushed a deep red at this point, lips practically bleeding from how much he’d bit them, and eyeliner an entirely lost cause.

“So cute for me. Here, get out for a second.”

“What? But it’s so comfy here.” There was the pout and the attitude again. She rolled her eyes in response, pulling herself from the pool to sit on the edge. This time, the gauzy robe was disheveled and entirely see through, clinging to her breasts in a way that piqued lucio’s interest, so much so that he fully stopped complaining and practically leapt out of the pool to press himself to her, grabbing her and repositioning them both so that she straddled him on his back, hands on either side of his face. Both of them were dripping wet at this point and both of their robes had fallen completely open. Danielle took a moment to observe how his cock remained at attention against his stomach and smiled.

“It would be so easy for you to slide into me like this, hmm? I’d just have to sit down….”

“Fucking hell, lady. Please.”

“Please? Please? Were you planning on begging for pussy?” She giggled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “That won’t work on me.”

“Babe… C’mon. I’m a really good fuck. I bet I can make you cum hard on me and it’ll feel so good. I bet you want me bad right now.” Despite his flushed state, he still managed to be smug as hell which honestly slightly impressed her.

“It’s very tempting. And I won’t lie… I’m into that.” She sat back on his thighs and reached between her legs, sighing as she sunk two fingers into her cunt to slightly alleviate some of the pressure while Lucio could only watch slack jawed. She caught his eye and smiled, pulling her fingers out slowly and reaching towards his mouth. “Suck.” He hummed excitedly in response, taking the two digits into his mouth and sucking loudly and diligently to get even a hint of the taste of her cunt in pure, horny adoration. The image made her laugh, and the sensation also tickled quite a bit. She pulled her hand away and shook her head, damp waves bouncing all around. “You���re SO desperate!”

“Yes!! You’re sitting in my lap completely naked and you won’t fuck me or let me touch you properly so I am getting pretty desperate, thank you very much!” he snapped in response, clearly becoming a bit fed up with the teasing. Danielle softened her expression and leaned down to finally kiss him properly, a simple motion that turned into a soft bite on his lower lip from her, before she murmured against him.

“Who said I’m not gonna fuck you…? Here.” She moved off of him and repositioned herself so that her hips hovered near his head and she faced his cock, still straddling him a bit. She looked between her legs at him. “You okay back there?”

“You’re crazy. You’re not even gonna sit on my face?”

“Hmm…” it was another tempting idea, but she didn’t want to lose control so early on in the game. “You can do what you want back there. But you’ll have to sit up a bit because I’m short. And because I plan on giving you head.”

“Fuck yes!”

She laughed at the enthusiasm and returned her attention to his cock, which after all of this time looked nearly angry at the lack of attention and a bead of precum formed at the tip. Utterly enticed, she went to work at jerking him in slow, steady strokes that made him whimper and squirm. She sighed. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so turned on. Are you even going to last or are you going to cum in my hand like this?”

“F-fuck babe that’s it.” He seemed to be ignoring her entirely and simply reacting to the sensations which was fine with her. She slowed her motions to press a kiss to the tip, and then a few kitten licks to seal the deal, slowly inching her way closer to the base. He jerked his hips involuntarily, unable to help himself. “Quit teasing.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

Before she could react, hands were on her ass, squeezing the flesh generously before she felt his tongue on her cunt. Having had so little stimulation during this tryst, Danielle squirmed immediately, attempting to wriggle out of his grip, but his golden hand moved to her upper thigh to keep her still. With no shame whatsoever, he ate her out messily and loudly, and the room echoed with both of their groans. While she tried to keep a grip on him, it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain concentration as he alternated between lapping and kissing her cunt and sucking noisily at her clit. Gods, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d cum that day, as she’d spent most of the time calling the shots in her interactions and wasn’t particularly concerned with pleasing herself in those moments.

With determination and focus, Danielle found herself with her lips wrapped around him, humming out moans every now and again as he continued to eat her out, but eventually came out on top as he gripped hard on her hips, letting out several curse words as he jerked up against her a final time as he came, the salty tang catching Danielle by surprise. She hummed softly in response and slowly pulled off of him, catching her breath and moving a few stray hairs from her face.

From behind her, she heard him mumble “Damn… That was fucking phenomenal.”

“Just phenomenal?” She laughed.

“Um… “ He leaned up to kiss her inner thigh, semi apologetically. “Did I use that word right?”

“Yes, dear.” She attempted to maneuver herself so her hips no longer hovered over his face but he grabbed her thigh.

“Whoa whoa. Where are you going? I wasn’t done!”

“Oh?” She turned over her shoulder to fully face him. “You want to…?”

“Yeah babe.” He wiped his chin, already wet with spit and her wetness and gave a debauched grin. “Turn around and grind on my face. Seriously. It would make my day.”

“My, I’m honored that the count should show his appreciation in such fashion.” she joked, re adjusting so that she faced away from his legs and could look right down at his eyes. He looked utterly spent, sweaty, pink in the face, but eager. If she was being honest, face sitting was not necessarily her favorite activity as it took a very practiced individual to get her off with it, but she figured she would humor his enthusiasm. She leaned forward a put so she would truly be putting pressure on his face or neck, but lowered just enough so that she could only really see the top of his head and his eyes and nose. Immediately, she knew this wouldn't be a regretful choice.

For all of his mouthiness, Lucio was at least putting it to good use. His tongue made slow, firm motions that made her sigh and squirm, but he held her in place. Gods, she thought, that golden arm could be so fun and she already was getting ideas just watching him grab her thigh with the cooler hand. She hummed and drew her hand up to her breast to squeeze it as she threw her head back, grinding her cunt against his tongue as he lapped right where she wanted him. She shuddered, almost embarrassed at how good it felt.

“That’s it, baby. Oh gods, right there…” she trailed off as she felt the telltale throb of an orgasm build in her lower belly, and she drew a hand to her mouth, the knuckle of her thumb drawn between her teeth to prevent further moans as she clenched against his mouth and rocked her hips slowly, squeezing her eyes shut as she rode out the pleasurable ache. Finally, he kissed her cunt a few more times and then her inner thigh before pulling away to look up at her.

“Was that good? Did I do a good job?” He seemed genuinely concerned, eyes wild and mouth completely ruined with her cum. She smiled demurely and pretended to think, tapping lightly at her chin.

“Good but… I’m curious.” She climbed off of his face and laid beside him near the discarded robes, stroking his left shoulder with interest. “I want your fingers in me.”

Naturally he nodded eagerly, gearing up to change positions when she stopped him.

“I want the golden ones in me.”

He looked genuinely surprised for a moment, but quickly recovered by responding with a shit eating grin. “You. I like the way you think.”

“If that’s okay, of course. It’s becoming a fantasy of mine.”

“Anything you want.” His hands are on her shoulders now. “Anything. C’mon let’s do this one in a dryer place.” He helped the two of them stand and cover up with towels before he offered his arm to her, and she took it with a grin, pleased with her choices for the evening. She had no sense of time, her makeup was ruined, and she was sopping wet and for once the unusual conditions only excited her for what was to come.

#vesuviaafterdark #count lucio #lemon #midsummer masquerade #danielle #my text #this is more mild than I intended but you know what whatever #and the title i really truly genuinely do not know what else to call this i dont write fic LMAO #lucio morgasson #the arcana

[kyo-chans]

[ Day 4 - Helen!StrippedClub AU ] #dressuptober2021 ---------- Promt by @unknownspy Stripped Club AU by @itsmagoa ---------- In this AU she is a strong Guard/Waiter. She try clothes of Strippers and make a little pose :))) End up... I think she gonna trump into any hole you give her... she's dead

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[lu-dao-writes]

Cecelia and Nymeria for Stripped in Vesuvia AU on Instagram by @artsymagoa!! Blue is a devil stripper, and Nymeria is a bouncer! Art done by the amazing @theregoesgregg!! Also, check out their bios on my IG (lixing.writes), and the first chapter of Red Light!

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[studiojhiggli]

Special performance from Angel Strippers Portia and Em 

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[nobisgarden]

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[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

[sisi-halloway]

Modern AU Path 2 (Lucio)

I’m kinda getting the hang of this multiple ending thing. I hope yall like it!

Part 1 Here

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Everybody loved his parties, he was the coolest, most popular guy on campus... and he was kind of an ass. That was Lucio Morgasson for you.

Everybody knew him. 

Loved him. 

Hated him. 

Hated that they loved him.

On your very first day, you had caught wind of his infamous reputation: a pretty boy tough guy with a god complex, a lotta money and a knack for pissing people off. It sounded scary and all, but...

When he was by himself, he wasn’t half bad. 

You had known Lucio from study hall. You had helped him with some of his work maybe a few weeks ago. He would meet you in the library, in the courtyard, or in the Rowdy Raven (Vesuvia University’s more low-key coffee spots) and you would tutor and study with him for an hour or two every Wednesday and Friday. Sometimes he’d buy you food as payment, but he would always tease you. Aside from him suffering form chronic asshole syndrome, and you having to deal with it, you two were almost friends. Well... you thought so anyway. When the semester ended he didn’t talk to you anymore and any part of him you thought you knew, disappeared.

“Hey, uh. Sorry about Vance.”

You looked at him funny. “What?” Did he just apologize?

“Yeah... Vance. They’ve gotta stop doing that. I’ll tell them not to mess with you anymore, okay?”

With this he moseyed over to where your keys lay. Vance almost launched them through the open door to the stairwell. Lucio picked them up and tossed them to you.

You barely caught them as you stood in shock, mouth completely unhinged. Did Lucio just do something nice?

“Um... thanks.”

Lucio raked his real hand through his beautiful blonde locks, giving you a half smile that wasn’t completely evil.  His eyes locked with yours... and he refused to let his attention leave you. He deliberately stared at you. You had never noticed the color of his eyes before. You were always too busy showing him the square root of things, or cowering in whatever corner Vance was shoving you in.

They were blue, outlined with chalky black charcoal liner. A blue that was hardly blue at all. They were probably the prettiest blue you had ever seen. You couldn’t do anything but stare. He let you drink them in, generously giving you all of his gaze. 

Shaking his head and looking at the ground, Lucio held back a smile. He could probably read the amazement on your face, how infatuated you were with him just now. And if your wide eyes and open mouth didn’t let him know how enchanted you were... the overwhelming blush staining your cheeks would definitely do it.

He shoved his other hand deep in the pockets of his loose red sweats. 

“Yeah. I’ll see you around, ‘kay?” He waited for you to nod, and you gave him a faded wave.

You just stood there in awe as Lucio dipped his chin at you and proceeded to traipse away, bouncing down the stairs and out of sight.

Your phone promptly buzzed and you flipped it out of your pocket, squinting at whoever the message was from. It was Asra.

Select for Asra’s ending, keep reading for Lucio’s

Hey, I’m not feeling so good. I think I might skip dinner today. I know we were supposed to eat together. Sorry.

So he was sick? Or did he just want to be alone today? You slumped down with a sigh. That’s the last thing you wanted to do, go to the dining hall by yourself.

Okay, no worries. Feel better mk?

That whole ordeal with Lucio was so distracting that you forgot what you were going to do once you go to your room. Maybe you’d try to do some homework... if you could even muster that.

You shouldered in your sticky door and threw down your bag your bed. You didn’t have a roommate, so that just meant peace and quiet. That’s the one thing you liked about living in this building. 

After taking your contacts out, you snuggle deep in your bed, stripped down to your underwear. You thought about Lucio.

That dumb guy had been nothing but mean to you since you’ve gotten to this university, even though you had helped him pass his stupid classes. Why now? Why did he make you blush now? You were so fixated on his stupidly gorgeous blue eyes and his stupid million dollar sweatpants... stupid Lucio.

You hadn’t planned on going to sleep, but it just sort of happened. When you blinked your eyes open, orange light streamed through your third-floor dorm window, filling up your room like a glass bowl. You stirred groggily, rubbing your eyes and stretching out. You checked your phone.

It had only been an hour or two. That’s long enough, you thought, for Vance and the rest of those petty thugs to be clear of the place. You had to eat; your stomach was yelling at you to do so. You were also kinda broke, so there was no going out for you. You sighed. Dining hall it was.

You nearly stumbled out of bed, shivering to no end. The dining hall was no special occasion so you just pulled on some oversized sweatpants and the huge purple VU hoodie you wore literally everywhere. You decided on some chunky sneakers, which were smeared with the remnants of mud from the last time it rained. You looked around for your glasses. Spotting them on your nightstand, you grab them and hesitantly put them on. You hated wearing your stupid glasses. You felt like they made you ugly and nerdy looking. You pulled your hair back and grabbed your keys and you were out the door before you could talk yourself into having sleep for dinner.

Brown leaves crunched under your feet as you made the trek to the dining hall almost a mile away. The light beginnings of snow danced from the clouds in swirling sprinkle of white against the light orange sky.

You shoved your hands in your pockets and kept your head down. Some of your classmates passed by, and you weren’t surprised that they didn’t say anything to you. Nobody said anything to you. Asra was pretty much the only friend you had. You two did everything together. So when he wasn’t around... let’s just say you spent a lot of time alone.

Finally at crowded building you swiped your key at the door and walked in, shaking in your shoes. It was almost seven in the evening. Most people would be gone by now. Still, a noisy chorus of voices lifted throughout the large room.

You did your best to avoid everyone while piling your tray with a ton of food. Chicken, pizza, fries, potatoes, rolls, side salad. You couldn’t make up your mind and you always ate a lot. 

You sit down in a secluded table near the windows, the quietest part of the dining hall. After a few minutes of peacefully eating you nearly choke on your food.

“And then I punched him right in the gut. Puny didn’t stand a fucking chance!”

Your blood ran cold and you froze as if it would make you invisible. Vance and a couple of other people were walking toward you, hollering and laughing loudly. Matter of fact, they were the loudest singular voices that you could hear in the whole area. What the hell were they still doing here?

You ducked, turning your head away and putting your chin in your palm. Maybe if you pretended not to see them, they wouldn’t see you.

“Well well. Little baby needed some food to grow, huh?”

You look up at Vance, who stared down at you with sinister eyes. You began to tremble. Almost flinching, you try to stand your ground.

“I’m trying to eat. Go away.”

Vance Vulgora made their way closer to you slowly, they slammed their hand on the table, causing you to yelp. “I don’t care what you’re trying to do, twerp!”

You push them away from you, and Vance stumbled a little. Their face looked shocked, then very, very angry. “Go away? You told Vance... to go away?”

Vance’s cronies began to snicker, drawing attention to you. You look around nervously. Sure enough, people were staring, mouths agape, wondering what was going to happen next. That was just about all the fight you had in you. You could see Vance’s hazel eyes glitter with hellish fantasy.

“V-Vance,” you stutter, sliding your chair back and grabbing your keys. You had to get out of there. There’s no telling what they could do to you right now. And you didn’t want to be humiliated in front of everyone. 

“Hold the kid,” Vance cooed, siccing their friends on you like trained dogs. Two pairs of arms clamped down on your shoulders, shoving you back in the chair. Their fingers hurt when they dug into you, despite your heavy clothes, keeping you down no matter how much you struggled. One of them grabbed your keys and tossed them on the floor. A common theme of the day. 

You watched in trepidation as Vance circled around the table and picked up your glass of milk. You grappled harder, trying to get free. A heavy ball of lead formed in the pit of your stomach. Is nobody going to help me?

Your frantic eyes searched the room for someone who was going to stand up for you. People remained in their seats, eating and drinking and watching the free entertainment. Dread filled you. Why should they help you? Nobody owed you anything. Nobody even knew your name.

Vance put the glass of milk to your lips. In a feeble attempt, you tried to turn away. It was no use. A third person came up from behind you and held your chin up. It was like a torture session, one that you couldn’t escape. You watched all your idle hopes, reduced to passive bystanders. It made you angry. It made you sad.

“Drink up. You wanna grow don’t you?”

Much to your horror, Vance forcefully pushed the glass into your lips. They tilted it higher, and higher, leaving you no choice but to drink. Your deep gulps weren’t enough, however, and milk ran down your chin and onto your clothes. Their laugh echoed in the silence of the hall as they tipped the glass nearly upside down. You gasped as your hair was pulled and sucked a mouthful of milk into your lungs. Coughing and sputtering, you wretched it up. Tears filled your eyes as you choked. A cacophony of “oooh’s” and snickers erupted in the hall.

“Aww... baby can’t drink milk without choking?” Vance mocked. They swiftly scooped up an athlete’s abandoned jug of water from a nearby table and marched over to you with intent. You knew exactly what was going to happen.

“Maybe this can wash it down?”

Vance shoved their friends out of the way and dumped the water over your head. You squinted your eyes shut as it ran down your face. An immediate shudder wracked your body as your hair stuck to your forehead and the liquid soaked your clothes. They clung to your bare skin underneath, making you shiver. You whimpered and fixed your eyes on your hands, sitting helplessly in your lap. Everyone began to laugh, much to your embarrassment. But you didn’t expect anything less.

You burned with shame. Vance pats your wet face. “Better?”

You shake your head, anger and despise filling you up.

“No.”

Vance laughs again, leaning in close to your face. “You know... you talk too much. For a baby.” Their breath smelled like garlic and asparagus and it made you want to hurl. Things couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“So here’s a pacifier.”

Things just got worse.

Vance grabbed your jaw with one hand and pushed two fingers into your mouth with the other. Your eyes went wide and you tried to speak, to clamp down to do anything. But that grip on your mouth wouldn’t budge. You kicked at Vance’s ankles, the human restraints coming back to hold you to the chair. Your muffled protests were the only thing that could be heard in the silence. You were being violated in the worst way. It was embarrassing, dehumanizing, humiliating. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Vance! What the fuck are you doing!?”

You look up. You weren’t expecting anybody to come help you at this point. The very last person you were expecting was-

“Lucio?”

Your lips could barely form the words, since Vance’s fingers were curled inside your mouth. Your stomach did a variety of things when you saw Lucio, and all of them were very very good.

Lucio’s hands were gripping Vance’s shirt collar quicker than you could say his name. Lucio grunted with effort as he shoved Vance away from you, ripping those fingers out of your tiny mouth. The blond pinned them on an empty table, hard. Vance’s friends scattered, turning hightail out of the dining hall, leaving them alone with a furious Lucio.

“Hey! Lucio! Get your hands off me punk. I thought we were cool!” Vance spat, swatting at Lucio’s white knuckles, still clinging their shirt. Lucio shook Vance like a polaroid, slamming them onto the table over and over.

“Cool? You think we’re cool?”

You had never seen Vance so shocked. You had never seen Lucio so angry. You had never heard the dining hall so quiet. It was just a bunch of first times for today.

“What’s wrong with you?” Vance pushed Lucio’s hands away, cocking their head to the side in inquisition. Lucio loomed over Vance’s body like a nightmare.

“Shut up!”

Everyone in the dining hall took a collective breath in shock as Lucio brought his fist down on Vance’s temple. There was a deafening thud when his punch connected.

Lucio just knocked Vance unconscious.

Lucio just knocked Vance unconscious!

Vance lay there, strewn out on the table like a drunk. There was no movement in their limbs. They were really out cold. Lucio stood over them, his hair a little ruffled, his face and neck nearly as red as his pants. He turned to you.

“Are you okay?”

You couldn’t make a single sound as Lucio came over to you and swept away some of the wet hair plastered to your face. Your lips quivered a little. You were just about ready to break down. He gave you a sure, reassuring look and it gave you the strength to keep your composure.

“Come on, let’s get outta here. Food’s gross anyway.” He attempts to joke with a weirdly sympathetic smile.

You simply nod as Lucio helps you up and wraps an arm around you. He grabs your keys for you and slips them around his neck. The both of you start toward the exit.  He stops after about three or four steps.

“Oh... and all of you,” he pointed out to the people around you. You could see a few people from your stats class, huddled together in a booth. They hid their faces from you. You gave them answers all the time.  

“Are a bunch of bitches.” 

He says this to the collective of the dining hall. A mixture of guilt and shame crossed everyone’s faces. He pulled you closer into the crook of his arm as the two of you stride out of the place. 

As soon as the two of you were out the door, you flinched. Snow now fell freely and covered the asphalt in a sheer blanket of white. The wind whipped and stirred, causing a chill to rip down your spine. You shuddered and the only thing keeping you warm was Lucio’s heat right beside you.

“Shit, it’s cold.” He obviously states, looking at you with sympathy. “And you’re all wet.”

You shook your head. “I’ll be fine.” You said, wrapping your hands around your body. A few people walked by you and Lucio, giving a variety of looks. Surprised, amused, interested. A few girls even looked a little mad. You tried hiding your face.

It was unusual for Lucio to be talking to a nobody. These were the same looks the two of you got when you tutored him.

Lucio noticed your embarrassment. Well, it was kind of hard not to notice. Your clothes were all wet and the front of your sweatshirt was stained white with milk. Your cheeks grew red as he looked at you.

“Here,” Lucio said, unzipping his black hoodie. He put it over you, fitting it around your shoulders until you were wrapped up snug. Its warmth filled you with butterflies and the quality fleece smelled faintly of cologne, a simple hint of... something expensive. You closed your eyes and savored the kind gesture, snuggling into Lucio’s clothes. “That should do you some good.”

You looked at him. His chiseled arms were pale and bare against the angry wind. “Lucio,” you begin, regretfully parting with his clothes. “It’s cold and you shou-”

“Nah. Keep it on. Cold doesn’t bother me. I’ll be fine until we walk you back to your dorm.”

Some people came and went by, whispering rather loudly. You could hear them making fun of you. One of them pointed. You knew them from class. “Look. Why is he with-”

Lucio heard them and his chest inflated like a bomb about to go off.

“Hey!” His voice rang out across the space between you and them and he turned around confrontationally.

The group all stopped in their tracks. 

“Mind your own damn business, alright?”

The pointer put their finger down. “O-oh. Sorry, Lucio.”

Lucio walked over and grabbed the pointer by the shirt, leaving you to stand a few feet behind in the snowy promenade. “I’m not the one you need to say sorry to.” He gestured back to you. “That’s (y/n).. Now go apologize.”

The person came up to you, wringing their hands in their shirt nervously. Lucio followed them at the shoulder, leaning over them predatorily. You pulled Lucio’s hoodie tighter around you still and frowned slightly.

“Hi. I’m (y/n),” you said. “We have a lab together.” You said this warmly.

They looked shocked, first that you had class together, but more by the fact that you were being so nice. You figured.

“Oh... I didn’t know that.” They stammered with the rest. “I-I’m sor... I’m sorry for laughing at you back there.”

You nodded. “Yeah... well. Don’t do that to anybody else. Ok? Not cool.”

They were silent in their bewilderment, until Lucio punched them in the arm.

They hurriedly bowed in shame. “Y-yes. I won’t.”

Lucio aggressively pushed them back toward their group of friends. “Alright. Scram.”

When they joined their friends, everyone stared for a moment, then quickly walked away. The power Lucio had over these people was... Absolutely amazing.

“Come on. I’m tired of all these dumbasses.”

Lucio corralled you under his arm again and the two of you took off toward your dorm building. With every other step, Lucio rubbed your shoulder trying to get some warmth into you. 

You chewed on your nail hesitantly. You wanted to ask him. What had gotten into him? Maybe last week he would’ve thrown a snowball at you from across the promenade and then snickered off. This week, he was the sweetest bully you could find. He was still an asshole to everyone else... just not you.

“You know, we should go get Peppermint Sweeties one day. Noddy told me about this cute place by the business building that started serving them after Christmas.”

Nadia... Oh that’s right. She was Lucio’s girlfriend for a long time. Probably the smartest, most beautiful person on the whole campus. Nobody ever really knew why they broke up, but they never seemed to have any bad blood which was... astronomically confusing to you (Lucio was the definition of bad blood). You even see them hang out sometimes.

“What’s a Peppermint Sweetie?” you ask. It didn’t register that Lucio was essentially asking you, or telling you out on a date.

“It’s like... um. Oh! You know Jules, don’t you?”

You nod. You didn’t know him super well. He was in a few of your classes as well as your study group. He was studying bio-med. Like you.

“Okay. Then you know what a Salty Bitters is. It’s like that, but just Christmas-ey. And it doesn’t taste like cat piss.”

You laugh. 

Lucio looks subtly over your face, still a complete mess with your hair disheveled and your collar still wet. His heart filled up with something. You didn’t know it but Lucio’s whole world lit up when he looked at you right then. Seeing your smile and the hint of red in your cold cheeks. It gave him a good, good feeling. 

“Oh... okay. We can go get a Peppermint Sweetie.”

Lucio’s smiled with his pearly whites. "How’s tomorrow?”

You lean your head into Lucio’s shoulder. You speak quietly, a little shy. At the beginning of today, you didn’t think this is how your evening would turn out.

“Tomorrow sounds good.”

“Awesome.”

You approach your building and soon enough you were at the door to your room. Lucio released his hold on you and handed you your keys. He had held you the whole way you walked  from the dining hall. It felt good to have his arm around you. 

“Well. This is your stop. I’ll uh, see you tomorrow?”

You nod and shifted your feet. “Yeah...”

You look up from your toes for a minute and looked at Lucio. Deeply. He had done... so much for you today. You couldn’t decipher if it was some immense gratitude you were feeling...or if you were just flat out falling for him.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

He gave you a wink that sent you to another planet. You didn’t want him to go.

“Here’s your jacket back,” you call quickly. He stopped in his tracks and turned to you.

“Oh.. You can have it. You look good in it. Not as good as me... but still good.”

You rolled your eyes. It almost kept you from saying your next bit... but you wanted know anyway.

“Hey Lucio?”

He turned around again, raking a hand in his hair. “Hm?”

“Why... why have you been so nice to me? Especially after...” You thought about all the time that passed since the at time the two of you were close. You thought about how he dropped you like a bad habit. You liked him then, if only a little bit. He had really hurt you, but you shrugged it off like a champ. Fuck closure... but you felt like you needed some now.

“Last semester?”

You nod.

Lucio sighs and you could see a blush creep into his face. “Well.. um. I wanted to tell you...”

You stood there listening intently. You wanted to know.

“That whole thing... me not talking to you after all that stuff. That was an oopsie. And I’m sorry.”

Two apologies from Lucio Morgasson in one day. You were probably the luckiest person in the world. You let him continue before you even thought to get a word in.

“I was making a big excuse and I distanced myself from you because I didn’t know how to treat you- treat someone as great as you are, anyway. I didn’t really want to wait around for you to reject me... I already knew I wasn’t the right guy for you.”

You were very very surprised. 

“But you were today... So thank you.” You told him, clutching his jacket in your trembling fingers. He was definitely that guy today. He stood up for you, he was there when nobody else was, when you needed a friend. 

Lucio shakes his head, shifting his weight onto his other hip. “Well, don’t thank me yet. I’m working on it. I’m gonna try to be that guy tomorrow too. And the day after that-”

“And the day after?”

Lucio beamed. “You got it.”

You stepped toward him, reaching your arms out. He stood there for a moment, not really knowing what you wanted. He didn’t think that you would want anything else from him tonight. But you did. You just wanted... 

“Hug?”

Lucio’s features sweetened to honey you came stumbling into his arms. He clutched you tight, burying his face into your neck. That hug was ethereal. It was silent in the hallway save for the flickering light at the end of the hall. It was just you and Lucio in that moment. 

“(Y/n)?”

“Hm?”

“You’re gonna have to get rid of me this time, not the other way around.”

You close your eyes and smile. You were so happy, so lightweight, it was like you were floating. You didn’t want to get rid of him. You wanted nothing more than to keep him close to you.

“Why would I want to get rid of you? I just got you back.”

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EURYLEIA, The Amazon Warrior 🍂

SPRITE MADE BY THE LOVELY @KNIFE-SIN 🥰💕 Original post can be found here!

Euryleia, the Amazon with a heart for adventure and a magnet for trouble. — 🍂🐆

Name: Euryleia

Name meaning: Woman wanderer or wide wandering

Other Names: Most people call her Eury; Some (derogatorily) call her Amazon

Face Claim: Captain Mizuki of One Punch Man

Voice Claim: AJ Michalka (Voice of Stevonnie from Steven Universe & Catra from SPOP)

Familiar: Elki, a mischievous and sticky fingered capuchin monkey

Gender: Cis-Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian (wlw / wlnb)

Age: Mid to Late 20's

Birthday: March 30

Zodiac: Aries

MBTI: ESFP

Patron Arcana: The Emperor

Height: 6'10" (208cm)

Weight: 195lbs (88.45kg)

"I am a warrior, a wild animal. I don't need to be tamed."

— Euryleia, former gladiator and current member of the Vesuvian Army

NOTE: Long form under the cut! Warnings for nsfw and triggering content!

Appearance:

Euryleia's physical appearance can be traced back to her Amazon blood. She stands at 6'10", with sunkissed skin and muscular physique to match. Her eyes are clear shades of sky blue and she has long, messy tangerine hair that she keeps on a high ponytail. Euryleia also isn't the keenest in keeping her own body safe so she's often wearing bandages and bandaids, and has random scars and bruises on her face and body.

Clothing:

Clothing-wise, Euryleia would have prefered to walk around naked like a wild animal if it wasn't illegal. So she chooses clothing that would be least restricting when she moves around. She doesn't have a single fashion-sensible bone in her body and would often be seen in the same type of outfit. Her most often look is a sleeveless croptop and a pair of wide pants and flat shoes. She also often has a sarashi on, which is a long strip of bandage wrapped around her chest beneath her top.

Picrew links: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

History:

Euryleia was the first-born daughter of the Chief of the Island of Desdemona, an Amazon tribe in the middle of the Sea of Persephia. The tribe had always been a matriarchy, but after centuries of war and bloodbaths due to male colonizers, Desdemona had become completely exclusive to females. Any man that entered was detained and/or executed. However, Eury was born after the war. At her 10th birthday, Eury accidentally stumbled on their people's true past and it turned out that they were no different to those foreign men. Up until this day, massacres and slavery are still taking place in Desdemona's underground. Even children, as long as they are born male, are sold off. Not being able to stomach her own people's way of life, Eury ran away. She eventually ended up in Tarske Forest where she was able to harness her own magical abilities. She then became a nomad, travelling from place to place as if looking for a purpose or an escape from the guilt of leaving her people behind. Her travels were cut short when she heard of illegal poachers from Vesuvia that raided the forest she once called home. Tracking them, she eventually found herself in the middle of Lucio's coliseum, facing his gladiators. With a deal that they will no longer touch any of the inhabitants within the forest, Eury accepted a position as one of the former count's gladiators. What she didn't expect was that, for some reason, offering her loyalty and following orders gave Euryleia a sense of temporary relief from the guilty feeling she had all those years. However, after the Count's mysterious death and the Countess' sudden long sleep, Eury had no one to serve and had made the desperate and irrational choice to work for the Courtiers. Up until today, Eury does their bidding behind the shadows, working for them under the guise of being part of the Vesuvian army.

— LINK TO HER FULL STORY — [ TW for mentions of death, blood, sexism, torture, slavery, and animal trafficking ]

Occupation/s:

- Count Lucio's Gladiator (Former)

- Vesuvian Army Soldier (Current)

Abilities:

- Fauna Magic (she's capable of adapting the abilities and skills of animals that she had practiced beforehand; she can also control animals to follow her orders)

- Zoolingualism (a magical ability that allows her to understand and make conversation with any form of animal life; have you seen that weirdo talking to the vampire eels at the bridge? Yeah, that's her.)

- Euryleia also has Amazonian level strength which she is still learning to control. She's also trained and experienced in close combat both with fist fights or with weapons, especially swords and axes

Personality:

• Eury is usually bright and optimistic, often finding opportunities to go on adventures. She is friendly, approachable once you get over the intimidating stature, and very polite to most people. She also has a very kind heart when it comes to animals and other living creatures, and is more than willing to get hurt in order to protect them. She's also rather industrious, brave and strong-willed. Eury though is very simple-minded and has a very noticeable one-track-mind. She tends to let her heart do most of the decision-making and her impulsive nature has gotten her into more trouble than necessary.

• Unfortunately, Euryleia is loyal but to a desperate degree. She had been plagued by the guilt of running away from her responsibilities for so many years that she tends to look for any way to become of use. She's always in need of serving someone and it doesn't matter who. Her desperation can also sometimes come off as obsessive and overly-attached, especially if towards someone she holds affection for.

NSFW Information:

Position: Dominant Switch, with a preference for topping

Kinks: Primal kink, pegging, pet play, orgasm control, marking, bondage and actirasty

Turn ons: Submissive and/or shy partners; Marking her partner; Outdoor sexual activities; Lifting and pinning her partner; Prey/predator kink where she's the predator; Her instincts pretty much takes over most of the time when she's really excited.

Turn off: Any kink that involve bodily secretions such as watersports and scat; Anything nonconsensual and involving extreme pain.

Random Facts:

Voice: Deep but often too loud; she's the type that has to be repeatedly reminded to use her inside voice

Scent: Like a cabin in the woods with a hint of cinammon

Fursona: Leopard

Favorite Color: Dandelion Yellow

Favorite Season: Summer

Favorite Sense: Military and Tribal; sleeves are also never an option

Favorite Food: Fish and Berries

Favorite Drink: Hot cocoa with milk and marshmallows

Favorite Flower: Frangipani

Favorite Fruit: Banana

Most Likely to: Get lost in the forest and be adopted by chimpanzees

Fun skill: Great with her hands, she often enjoys carpentry and gives the best massages

Type of Drunk: Loudly laughs at everything and everyone; often end up on the roof for some reason

How They Looked as a Baby: strong baby that learned how to climb before it can crawl

Halloween Costume: Witch doctor (and proceeds to tell everyone she's Asra and Julian's lovechild)

When They're Feeling 'Unusually Affectionate' to their SO: Random backhugs and carries literally everything for them

Handwriting:

More Headcanons:

- When she was young, she had to be constantly reminded to put on a shirt (and still sometimes forget to) because she's more used to going around town in nothing but a chest wrap.

- Easy to get jealous and would childishly pout at you until you notice.

- The absolute worst in keeping secrets; bait her or catch her off guard and she will accidentally spill everything.

- Children love her but their parents don't because she always brings them home covered in dirt and/or leaves.

- When she gets called Amazon in a bullying manner, she doesn't really understand how that's derogatory since it's the truth.

- Asra, however, know that it's because they're making fun of how big she is in comparison to the standard for women in the city and would often make them regret it.

- She likes the Frangipani flower because of its color and because, for some reason, it feels nostalgic.

- Her and Julian discovered that she can squash entire watermelons between her thighs. 😳

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