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bakuliwrites · 2 years

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Intimate, Part 1- Julian x GN!Reader

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationships: Julian x Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: Bathing with Julian gets a bit steamy.

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

Julian’s heavy footsteps ascending the shop stairs alert you to his arrival home from the clinic. His boots seem to drag over the wood grain, a sweeping, exhausted shuffle as he draws nearer and nearer. You can tell the doctor has had a long, tiresome day from the deep sigh that escapes his lips as he enters your shared bedroom. Julian’s shoulders slump with exhaustion, worn out from carrying the weight of his workload and many worries. However, despite his weary gaze and the dark bags under his eyes, his face brightens at the sight of you.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he beams, delicately cupping your face in his gloved hands and planting a deep, lingering kiss to your lips. Julian’s mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes of bitter coffee and the sweet, citrusy slice of cake you’d sent along with him.

Thank goodness, you think to yourself as you draw back to peer into his glimmering, storm-gray eye, He ate something today. It’s always a miracle when Julian actually takes the time to attend to his basic needs. He’s been a lot better about it since the two of you had officially gotten together.

“What’s on the docket for tonight, my darling?” he breathes, squeezing you tight and burying his head in the crook of your neck. His warm breath fans softly against your skin, sending delightful prickles along it. Your lips brush against the waves and ringlets of his fiery hair as you nuzzle against him. He smells of rich leather, rubbing alcohol, and his pleasant natural musk.

“Mmm,” you mumble into him, taking a silent moment to breathe him in, “I was just about to slip into the bath. Wash my day away. Care to join?”

A rumbling laugh reverberates through his chest, sending delightful shivers up your spine.

“It would be my absolute pleasure,” he grins, his eyebrow quirking mischievously up. You return his look of devilish glee with a coy smile, silently dragging your hand down his arm and pulling him along behind you. He eagerly follows you to the bathroom, making sure to comment on how positively bewitching the sway of your hips is as you lead him.

“Best seat in the house,” he teases, to which you can only roll your eyes and laugh. Warm steam hits your face as you enter the bathroom. In preparation, you’d started the water a few minutes before you anticipated Julian’s arrival home. It was just about full, heat rising pleasantly from the surface of the clear water. You rummage around in the cabinets, rattling glass bottles filled with various herbal remedies and pushing aside extra washcloths. Finally, you find what you’re looking for, uncorking a pale pink wine bottle and inhaling the floral scent trapped within. You turn back to the bath and pour a generous helping of rose-scented soap from the bottle into the water and follow it up with some of Julian’s salts from Nevivon.

As you lean over the cast-iron tub to turn off the faucet, you catch Julian curiously eyeing the way your loose shirt hangs off your frame. You smile to yourself, casting a coquettish glance his way. You make sure to go extra slow as you start to slip your hands under the hem of your shirt to begin pulling it off. Julian’s cheeks turn a brilliant crimson as you strip away your garments. He sees you naked practically every day, but acts like each time is the very first, glancing nervously away before giving in and staring in awe. It’s truly adorable, you think to yourself.

“Well,” you start, gently biting your lip, “Are you going to join me?”

“Hmm? Umm, yes! Yes, sorry,” Julian sputters, tearing his gaze away from your unclothed form.

Hastily, he rips off his overcoat, jacket, and the rest of his elaborate outfit. He nearly topples over in his hurry when he gets to his trousers, eliciting a bubbly giggle from you which he returns with an embarrassed smile. With all his clothes in a pile on the ground, Julian slips off his eyepatch and sets it on the countertop, allowing you a moment to slowly trail your gaze along the length of his body. His legs are thin, but shapely. His figure is lithe; but, despite his lanky frame, he's broad-shouldered. You marvel at the auburn hair that speckles his chest and trails down from his bellybutton to his groin. You permit yourself a quick peek below his hips before your eyes quickly dart up to Julian’s handsome face. The curve of his lips brings heat to your cheeks as you think of all the places you’d like to feel their soft caress. His aquiline nose is positively wonderful, you think, wanting to press kiss after kiss to its tip. You could cut your hand on the marvelously sharp angles of Julian’s cheekbones. As your eyes meet his, he gives another roguish beam.

“Normally I charge a viewing fee, but I’ll give you a spousal discount,” he winks, laughing at his own joke.

“Well, thank goodness for that. I’m not sure I could afford the exorbitant price one might charge for a being as spellbinding as you,” you return, delighting in the way Julian’s brain seems to short-circuit at your compliment. This time his entire body flushes a lovely shade of pink. It’s only rarely that one can render the man speechless, but you manage to succeed quite often. There’s no greater joy than watching Julian stumble over his words when someone praises him, especially because you know he rightfully deserves it.

You test the water temperature with the tips of your fingers. It’s just right for you. Lowering yourself into the tub, you immediately feel any stresses of the day melt away. You motion for a somewhat stupefied-looking Julian to come join you. He sidles up to the tub, staring expectantly at the puffy layer of bubbles covering the surface of the water.

“Should I get in this way? No, my legs will be all over the place, mostly up in your face if I do-” he mutters to himself, staring quizically at the rather small clawfoot tub. His gangly limbs are sure to hang out over the edges, or force you to make yourself as small as possible on one end or the other. You hadn’t thought about how best to position yourselves. It didn’t really matter how the two of you would manage to fit in the bath, just that Julian joins you in some way.

“C’mon,” you motion for him, “Just get in and lean back against me.”

“Won’t that crush you?” Julian hesitantly speculates, but you dismiss his worry with a wave of your hand. He acquiesces, carefully lowering himself into the steaming hot water. Gently, he leans back against you, his weight a welcome pressure. He’s careful not to press too hard into you as he settles himself between your legs. Julian sighs contentedly, allowing his head to fall back against you.

“Comfortable?” you offer, peering around his shoulder. He’s so much taller than you, but he’s sunk low enough in the water to allow you a view of the mirror in front of you.

“Very much so,” he hums, eyelids fluttering shut, “Are you?”

You nod in silent confirmation, closing your eyes in relaxation and enjoying a luxurious moment basking in the warmth of the water and Julian’s body heat. Life with Julian is always an adventure, hectic and exciting. Not that you're complaining about that, but sometimes you need a moment of reprieve. And you know for a fact that he could certainly use one, too. So evenings like this are utterly precious. Feeling Julian relax against you is enough to put your mind at ease. His fingers absentmindedly trace circles on your bended knee. For once, he's actually rather quiet. But you can tell he's feigning non-chalance. The little muscles in his face are still tense from what you can see in the mirror, jaw clenched and brows drawn in silent worry. In fact, Julian's whole body seems a bit rigid. You wonder if there's anything more you can do to ease his tension.

“Mmm, your shoulders are so tense, my love,” you hum into Julian’s ear, smoothing your hands along his broad shoulders, “Want some help?”

“That would be wonderful. Thank you,” he agrees, eyes firmly shut and breath even with tranquility. You press a quick peck to his cheek as you begin what you hope will be a relaxing massage for your beloved.

Your hands go to work near the base of his neck, gently kneading the taut cords of his muscles. You immediately identify a knot and start to press your thumbs in a little harder.

“Ooo,” Julian grunts, releasing a breathy laugh, “I think you might’ve found something there.”

“Good,” you purr in his ear and you can feel his heartbeat quicken with your sensual tone, “I’ll make sure to take care of that right away, Doctor Devorak.”

You watch in the mirror as Julian’s eyes flutter open in surprise before a wicked grin dances across his face.

“I have the utmost faith in you,” he drawls, glancing back at you out of the corner of his eye. But before he can say anything more, you dig your thumbs into his flesh a little harder, eliciting a sultry moan from your dear doctor.

You slowly work your way down his shoulders, squeezing tight along Julian’s freckle-dappled skin. Along the way, you pepper kisses along the spots that seem most tender, relishing the positively sinful groans that escape Julian’s perfect lips. Every once in a while, you pause to nip and suckle at his neck, leaving behind tiny brusies from your love bites. Julian will marvel at your hickey handiwork later, but for now he's lost in utter bliss from your firm grip and the grazing of your teeth against his skin. His face in the mirror is a delight: eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, lips parted ever so slightly, and cheeks flushed and rosy. His elegant fingers find their way to your thighs, digging into their supple skin and sending blissful tingles through your core.

You skim your palms down Julian’s arm, feeling the auburn hairs raise with pleasured goosebumps. He sucks in a breath of air through his teeth as you make your way to his pert nipples, tweaking them teasingly. A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you circle your thumb around one while trailing your other hand down the center of his chest. You enjoy the sensation of your fingertips softly grazing the hair that leads from Julian’s navel to his groin.

“Oh, you are quite the skilled masseuse,” Julian praises as your fingernails brush against the sensitive skin along his inner thighs. You take this opportunity to drag your tongue along the shell of his ear. Another loud, salacious groan from the man. You swear to the gods, Julian’s sounds alone could bring you to ecstasy.

Your hand brushes against his erect dick. Julian gasps with his sensitivity, gripping your thighs even tighter than he had been before.

“Would you like some help with this?” you offer, running a finger along his length.

“Mmm, yes. Please,” Julian quietly begs, brows furrowing and gray eyes dark with desire.

“Hmm, you got it, my sweet boy,” you hum, lips brushing feather-light just underneath his ear. You take a moment to massage his balls, savoring Julian’s breathy sighs and little keens.

“I swear, your hands work miracles, my darling,” he murmurs, eyes falling shut once again.

“I’ve learned from the best,” you compliment, voice barely above a whisper in Julian’s ear. If his cheeks could turn even more crimson than they already are, they certainly would. You start to pump his erection rhythmically, slow at first. Julian’s breaths are deep, his groans of pleasure reverberating through his chest. He leans back even further, practically trying to merge your forms into one. He’s so close, in fact, that his moans rumble through your chest as well. This moment is blissful: your chest pressed against Julian’s back, his fingers digging into your thighs. You’re so hot from the water, Julian’s body heat, and your own growing hunger. The heady scent of rose fills your nose, clouding your mind with desire. The feeling of Julian’s body against yours is utterly intoxicating. You’re joyously losing yourself to this evening of rapture.

As you pick up your pace, Julian’s head falls back onto your shoulder, his eyes squeezing tight as you bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

“Gods, you’re too good to me,” he huffs, reaching one hand back to tangle in your hair.

“My darling, you deserve to relax,” you remind him, feeling his cock begin to ever so slightly twitch in your hands. Julian’s breathing grows shallow, rapid. The bath water gently sways with the rocking of his hips. His heart thrums wildly behind his ribcage, encouraging yours to flutter faster. His orgasm is imminent, the salacious sounds that escape his lips becoming more frequent and unbridled. You could listen to them all day, his velvety voice utterly delicious.

Julian begs you to go faster, yet. As you oblige his request, he weaves his fingers further into your locks. His lips seem so desperate to find yours, his panting breaths warming your chin from this somewhat awkward angle you’ve managed to position yourselves in. But you hardly notice how uncomfortable it might otherwise be, for a moment later, Julian is coming undone beneath your touch. The water splashes violently over the edges of the tub as your beloved rogue finally obtains his euphoria. His hips rock erratically as you maintain your quick pace and his mouth falls open in pure bliss. A string of swear words in several languages graces your ears, followed by an invocation of your name that would make the very gods jealous in their heavenly thrones. Julian’s face in the mirror is orgasmic enough to nearly bring your own completion. Swiftly, you capture his lips in yours, swallowing up his praises and sighs. You’re both so desperate for one another, kisses sloppy and rough. You know your lips will be bruised come tomorrow, but it doesn’t even matter.

You stay your hand, letting go of Julian’s cock and focusing on his luscious, sweet-tasting lips. You want this moment to last forever: tangled up in Julian’s embrace, lips working feverishly against one another's, your shared breathing a reminder of how entirely alive and in love the two of you are. When you finally separate, Julian slumps back against you, tuckered out. You tenderly drag your fingernails up and down Julian’s sternum, careful not to tug at any of his chest hairs (though you suspect Julian might actually enjoy that a little- something you can test another day). You luxuriate in this moment, letting Julian sink further into you, his body seeming to loosen as you gently tickle his chest. In the mirror, you can see the furrow in his brow dissipate, the very muscles in his face relaxing as his breathing deepens and evens out.

“Feeling better?” you inquire, snuggling closer. Julian lets out another contented sigh.

“Much better, thank you,” he returns, cracking an eye open to look at you in the mirror, “But you know what I think?”

“What’s that?” you question, raising a confused eyebrow. Julian lifts himself up and swivels (somewhat awkwardly) around in the bathtub so he’s facing you. He leans back against the opposite side of the tub and motions for you, an impish look in his eye.

“You know, I think your shoulders must be awfully tense now. Care for some help?” he offers. You smile knowingly at him. How could you deny such a delightful proposal?

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saintunhinged · 6 months

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need you guys to tell me if people still are interested in the arcana because im back in that era and i need to write cute things for the m6 ASAP !!!! PLEASE.

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herdecisions · 11 months

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Saw my old posts on asra and

When is nix hydra going to make another game with the same art style + with also a heart wrenching story? 🤨

#im hungry for more plz lol #idk i just thought of it cus hoyoverse is so successful and coming out w games left and right #the arcana game #the arcana asra #asra alnazar #asra x mc #asra x reader #asra x you #asra x y/n #julian devorak #julian x reader #nadia satrinava #nadia x reader #asra x the apprentice #muriel x the apprentice #the arcana #been married to my man for 6 years atp

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Hmm, perhaps a fluffy date with an Arataki Itto who is trying to impress the reader by showing off for the event requests?

If that doesn't strike you, anything with Julian Devorak or Muriel from The Arcana would SLAP - I haven't seen many others into it on here yet and you reminded me of its existence jkshkjgfd

✿ 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨? ✿

characters: murial, julian devorak x nb!reader (separate)

warnings: fluff, crack, the idiots (affectionately) are bad at feelings, mazelinka portia and asra best wingmen😤💪

notes: i literally accidentally deleted this entire fic at 3 in the fucking morning last night and went to sleep with angry tears like a bitch

poor gentle giant has never heard of valentines day before so when asra and faust brought it up, he just stood there with a cute, confused look on his face and a tilted head

muriel has never pursued romantic relationships or even a normal human interaction at that so when asra suddenly brought up about a day where people ask the one they have affections for out on a date, his mind just short circuited

cue a cute flustered mountain of a man, tripping over his words, trying to deny his feelings for you

it took him a long time to understand that the butterflies in his stomach, heat rising to his cheeks and hand twitching to hold yours was a normal thing for people in love

and it took him even longer to accept that feeling and his affections towards you

it took hours of lecture from both asra and his familiar faust to knock some sense into the gentle giant

when muriel returned to his little hut in the forest, he couldn’t sit still in one place for even a minute

pacing back and forth, mumbling about the “what-ifs”, hell he even asked inanna about whether he should confess or not

after getting the “are-you-serious?” look from inanna, muriel finally made up his mind

soon valentines day came and there he was, standing in front of your little cottage with a fresh new clothes - your gifted green scarf still wrapped around his neck - holding a bouquet of flowers that he picked and wrapped himself

after debating all sorts of things in his mind, he finally sucked it up and knocked on your door

gods, you always takes his breath away

after snapping out of his simping over you, the gentle giant finally came clean of his feelings

“ahem… uhm i heard from asra and faust… that today is a day for couples and i thought…”

“…will you be my valentine, [name]?”

ah yes the ever scheming, masochist, i-hide-my-true-feelings-behind-fake-smiles-and-flirty-personality doctor, the first character i simped for in arcana

ilya is so used to always hiding behind charming lies, deceitful words and fake personalities that when portia pointed out that he holds affections for you, he denied and denied for almost an entire year

which what got him being chased around portia’s little cottage with the owner of the house chasing after him with a wet rag while pepi the cat sat back and watched, purring with amusement

he finally decided to face the music and ask you on valnetines when even mazelinka joined in on the scolding all the while knocking him over the head with her infamous wooden spoon

“oh come on! how long do you plan to make [name] wait, ilya?! they won’t be patient forever!”

“your sister has a point. suck it up and tell them how you feel already! i’m sick of watching you sigh and mumble their name in your sleep, you idiot!”

“ow! okay-ow! pasha! mazelinka! please have mercy!!”

the next morning julian woke up with a massive headache

and so soon enough, valentines day comes and there he stands, in front of your door, hand made box of chocolates in hand with all the blood in his body rushing to his cheeks

after checking himself over for the hundredth time in a close by water, he took a deep breath before finally knocking on the front of your home

“ahem. ahaha! my darling, dearest [name]! it appears that a certain little birdie has told me about your infatuation with me! so i have decided to make it easier for you and ask you out first. will you be my valentine darling?”

uh-huh sure julian. acting as if he wasn’t stress-eating the night before. you aint slick

#nobu.writes #the arcana #the arcana mc #the arcana julian #the arcana muriel #muriel x reader #muriel x you #julian x reader #julian x apprentice #muriel x apprentice #julian devorak #muriel x mc #julian x mc #the arcana x mc #the arcana x reader #arcana x reader #x nb reader #nb reader #nb!reader

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bunnyluvx · 6 days

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the arcana characters and their favorite ways to spend time with you! ♡

featuring: the romanceable cast of the arcana minus lucio x gn!reader.

summary: the cast and their favorite ways to spend time with you!! <3

warnings: brief death mention in portia's part. nothing else! <3

a/n: WOWIEEE HAIII EVERYONE!! i just wanted to say thank you again to everyone who loved on my last post. it was really scary for me to make that, but i did it and all of the interaction means the complete world!!!! i know that this is a very different fandom than the last post so i don't know how many people will see this but to any readers, i hope that you enjoy this!!! i worked super hard and got a bit tired towards the end so i hope you can forgive me if it isn't as detailed eyfvibu i wanted to do more but mannnn i am so tired. i didn't write lucio, as i will not be writing any lucio content on my page at all. mentions of him for story reasons and maybe if i ever write a fanfic, he'll probably show up but other than that, i will not be making any content of him at all. i am a proud lucio hater so if you want lucio content please go somewhere else. i just finished asra's route today, i got the upright ending and AAAAAAAAAA?????? I LOVE THEM SMMM SYFVIUBIOE!!!! asra is literally such a cutie patootie and i am so in love with him. i cannot deal with it. i have done muriel and julian's routes too, both with the result of the upright ending, and i plan to do nadia's next!!!! very excited and nervous to see what happens. nadia and portia may be a bit ooc, so apologies for that. i have yet to do their routes so i have yet to see their characters in action. very mildly proofread, so please forgive any errors. character banners were edited together by me! any and all requests/ideas for my next post are appreciated! i don't think i have anything else to mention so enjoy!!!!!!

divider credit: @isisjupiter

date started: 7:46PM, april 11th, 2024. date finished: 2:07AM, april 22nd, 2024.

wc: 3.9k

asra ♡ traveling.

i really struggled to find something for asra that suited, because they would honestly enjoy doing anything with you. it doesn't matter where you are or what time of day it is, as long as he has you by his side, then he's happy. and that is super evident in their route. and having just finished asra's route, i have been thinking; we all know that asra does a lot of traveling. and we all know that during those times, asra misses you terribly. they don't like being away from you for a long time, and as we go through asra's route, having all of these adventures and seeing so many new and cool places, we can see just how happy asra is to have you at their side. the joy shines through the screen, and i can feel just how happy he is to have you with him wherever you are. ergo, their favorite thing to do with you is to travel.

when the two of you started to travel together, asra was a bit nervous. he didn't know what to expect when you agreed to travel together without a destination in mind, and he was worried that somehow, some way, something would happen to you. what if you got kidnapped? what if you got hurt? what if you got sick? all sorts of thoughts were running through asra's head, but the more that they watched you grow and allowed you to take chances, the more that they realized that you would be okay. yes, any of those things could happen, but he is right there if you need him. they know that they will always be by your side to help you through any challenge, and care for you however you need it.

however, as the travels go on, he is reminded everyday that you are a strong, capable individual. they knew that before, of course, but seeing you solve all of the riddles and puzzles put in front of you, helping so many people and growing so much made it hit them like a truck. he was always too afraid to allow you to take chances before, in fear that you would get hurt. but they learned that if you didn't take chances, that you wouldn't grow. and the last thing that he wants is to stop you from being the best version of you that you can be.

so, they let you off of the leash. and just like a bird taking flight, you soared and took everything that came at you by storm. he watched you as you became braver, smarter, kinder and stronger. they always expected for you to be great, and they always had faith in you. he just needed to learn that in order to achieve that greatness, that he needed to let you do some things on your own. they needed to let you make your own mistakes and win your own battles, so that you could learn. and it was one of the best decisions that he's ever made. watching you become more independent and confident within yourself is one of the best feelings that they could ever be blessed to have. he feels so grateful that he is the person that you choose every single day, and no matter what, he will always choose you.

julian ♡ dancing.

at heart, julian is a romantic. almost every cliche romantic thing that you can think of, you have done with julian. picnics. karaoke, aquariums, painting classes, shopping, craft nights, not to mention all of the crazy adventures that you guys would get into together. every day, he wants to remind you why you fell for him, and in his opinion, keeping things lively is the best way to do that! above all, though, julian's favorite thing to do with you is to dance. he knew that you were a prodigy at dancing after the masquerade, but one night changes everything.

the two of you had actually taken dancing classes before this. you were actually the one who suggested it, and after teasingly accusing you of thinking that the two of you are horrible dancers, he agreed. he honestly didn't think that he could be more in love with you after that. you two went to the class, and julian could hardly ever tear his eyes off of you. the way that you moved was so naturally graceful, as if you had been a dancer your whole life. he most definitely showered you in attention and love after the class was over, and he knew that he had to arrange for the two of you to dance together more often.

oh but that night was not the night that he realized that this was his favorite thing to do with you, no no no no no. the night that he realized that dancing was his favorite activity to do with you was a night like many others; dinner at portia's. it was you, julian, portia and nadia, and you all decided to eat outside so that you could watch the stars. portia went into the cottage to check on the food, with nadia following close behind her, and julian figured that it was the perfect time to steal a sweet moment with you. so, he stood from his seat and knelt to one knee before you. with one hand on his chest and the other extended to you, he asked, "will you have this dance with me, my dear?"

you giggled and told him that there wasn't any music playing. what could you possibly dance to? oh how sweet you are. a chuckle symphonized from his chest, and he responded with, "oh my dear, we do have music." a gloved hand took yours and placed it over his heart, "right here." oh my gods, this absolute cheeseball. you playfully shoved his chest, moving backwards under the force but not falling onto his butt. he swiftly leans forward and takes the hand that shoved him, pulling you to your feet as he stood. one pair of hands intertwined while the others lay on your waist on his shoulder. you two started to sway together, as if you were in the masquerade. yes, you did technically dance at the masquerade, but julian wanted a more intimate experience. you didn't get to have a romantic ballroom dance thanks to the one we do not speak, and julian finds that absolutely outrageous!

your bodies glide beautifully amongst the grass and bushes, you take turns spinning each other around and laughing throughout. fireflies spring from the greenery wherever you set your feet, giving your figures a tender glow that julian found absolutely enchanting on you. after spinning through almost all of portia's front lawn, you find yourselves right back at group sitting spot. his arms have encircled your waist, keeping you close to him as your arms encircle his neck carefully. there are no long strides in this dance, no dramatic flair; just you and him rocking back and forth. his eyes stare into yours and his lips are curved into an adoring smile, as if by looking into your eyes, he could pour all of his love from him to you just through eye contact.

you mutter his name, he mutters yours, you lean in, and..portia pipes up. both her and nadia hold two bowls of soup, hot and ready. portia is mischievously smirking at the two of you while nadia admires your connection. julian tries to usher them away so that he can have more alone time with you, but you're quick to shut him down. begrudgingly, julian did, but all he could think about for the rest of the night was how beautiful you were dancing with him. your laughter singing into the air, the smile on your face, your gaze carving through the very core of his being. somehow, he was able to stay focused on the conversations that occurred that evening, but everyone, including you, could tell that he was going to be hung up on tonight for the next several weeks. when you got home, he was sure to steal a kiss from you later, and another dance.

nadia ♡ fashion shows.

ah, our beloved countess. at first, i planned on giving her shopping, seeing as her love language is gift giving, she would love to spoil the crap out of you with anything that you even glanced out. however, i wasn't happy with that idea. my boyfriend was actually the one who came up with the idea of fashion shows (hi vinny honey, i love you <3). he is such a freaking genius for this one bc OH MY GOSH YES. nadia has such beautiful taste in clothing, so she would absolutely love to host little fashion shows with you. she does like to share her clothes with her friends, but with you, it's special.

the original thought was you trying on nadia's clothes, and nadia trying on your clothes. nadia would feel like she is falling in love with you all over again if you tried on her clothes. all of the fabric would embrace you in such a perfect way, accentuating all of the things that she loves the most about you. gosh she would just be so head over heels,, she would clap every time you would walk out to show her what you chose, or what she selected for you because she just wanted to see you in it so bad. this woman is literally your number one supporter, she thinks that you are absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in everything that you choose to try on and cannot get enough of you in her clothes. she will shower you in compliments and praise of just how celestial you look, and it makes you super duper flustered because she just flatters you so much.

she also gets really shy when she tries on your clothes. all of her life, she has had the most expensive, well-made, stunning clothes that anyone could ever dream of. so, trying on clothes that do not fit under those categories is new to her. while she isn't used to not wearing the most lavish clothes to be found, she likes your sense of style and is always excited when you ask her to try on an ensemble of yours. what she worries about is what you think. she frets that you think it won't look good on her, if that isn't the farthest thing from the truth. when she walks out to you, you are in absolute awe of how beautiful she is. you already think that she can't get any prettier when she wears other outfits, but now this???? her in your clothes???? oh lord almighty you must be SAVED bc this woman has swept you off of your feet. she asks you what you think, and all you can do is walk up to her and smooch the ever-loving life out of her. you just love each other so much!!!!!

BUT WAIT, I'M NOT DONE. I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS.

when your group of friends have sleepovers at the palace, or when you all go out shopping together, it is unavoidable that you all will be having a fashion show where you all show off the clothes that you bought. nadia loves these so much because she gets to watch her friends all enjoy themselves and feel confident in their clothes, especially if she was the one who bought them. but with you, they just feel so different. to her, it is an intimate experience of being able to share your joy with one another. something that you value in your relationship with nadia is self-esteem, both yours and hers. not only do you both want to make each other feel good. but you also want to feel good within yourself. and nadia thinks that fashion shows are an important part of that. clothes are part of how one may express themselves and their identity, and that is something that nadia treasures. so, if showing off the clothes that you got is going to make you feel good about yourself, then she wants to be there to watch you. there is nothing more important to her than your happiness, and if going through outfit by outfit is what will make you happy, then so be it.

admittedly, she..also really likes to show you the new clothes she gets. when you first started dating, she was a bit nervous about it. she knew that you knew of her riches and lifestyle; it was lavish, and she only got the best of the best. she's the countess for crying out loud, so of course you knew that she was going to have everything that she wanted at her feet, even if it meant something that took literal years to find. but there was part of her that worried that you would see her money and think differently of her. she feared that you would judge her person based on her money, instead of the woman you fell in love with. when she told you this, you automatically reassured her that you wouldn't think differently of her at all. you would love her regardless of the amount of money she has, you told her. and this put her heart at ease, so she progressively became more comfortable showing off her wardrobe when you hosted your shows to each other. now, she doesn't hesitate to declare a fashion show after a shopping spree so that she can show you the lovely things that she got for herself. and every single time that you have one, you cannot believe that that is your girlfriend. you are just the luckiest person in the whole world to have someone like her, and she feels infinitely more lucky to have you.

portia ♡ watching the sunset.

this kind of feels like a given to me. portia is always talking about how she wants to sail the world and explore, both in the actual routes and in heart hunter. so sitting on the docks with you, watching the sun disappear behind the sea and talking about your dreams??? oh heck yes, count her in. she is really tired when she isn't working, so usually she spends her time trying to rest up and take care of things around her cottage. however, she wants to spend all of the time that she can with you. so, the two of you go on all sorts of lovely dates! shopping in the marketplace, teaching her about new herbs in the shop, seeing the new shows in the theater and heckling julian, all sorts of stuff!!!!! but portia's all time favorite part of your days together is when you go to the docks, take off your shoes, sit on the edge and talk while watching the sunset together.

portia has so many dreams, and so many things that she wants to do in her life. and she loves to tell you about all of them. she spends hours just ranting to you about all of the things that she wants to do, the places that she wants to see, the types of adventures that she wants to go on, and of course they all include you being there with her. oh gods you love listening to her,, every single word that she speaks are words that you carve into the stones of your memories. listening to her talk about her dreams is like watching the sun shine. greenery smiles under the glorious warmth and embraces her glimmer gratefully, her passion burns brightly and she is the most beautiful being in any realm to ever exist. she has no time to wonder if she's talking too much because she is far too focused on being with you, and loving every single moment of it. you truly hope that you are able to go on all of the adventures that she wants, so that you can experience every ounce of the world with her, until it all falls apart.

of course, she loves to listen to you. the time that you two spend at the docks is time to talk about anything that comes to mind, and she cannot help but adore you as you pour your heart out to her. when you speak of all of the things that you want to do before your time in this realm comes to a close, she watches and listens very intently. your voice to her is like a river, running smoothly through the canals of her mind and soothing the battering howl of her heart. her eyes twinkle with adoration as her elbow rests on her knee, her face leaning against her hand as she stares at you. everything that you tell her only makes her more excited for your future, because in your future, you include her. and that is all that she could ever truly want. you both truly love to listen to each other talk, not even just about your dreams, but about anything. even if it's something as small as dinner options or something that you saw at the market that you liked, you both love to hear anything and everything from each other. can you tell that the two of you are head over heels in love??

the first time that you sat at the docks together was a magical moment that portia will never forget. you two had just spent an amazing day together, and you wanted to rest by somewhere pretty before heading back home. so, portia suggested the docks to watch the sunset. you agreed, then took your shoes off and sat down. you conversed for hours, laughing and teasing each other. it is so obvious that you both are the other's favorite person to be around to everyone around you, you are both so comfortable with each other in the purest, most loving way. portia had taken her hair down, long curly locks of red flowing carefully down her back. as the sun caressed the ocean for a farewell kiss, the light made her look like she was a celestial being. freckled, pale skin bathes in orange, your own skin making you look just as radiant as she. you locked eyes with her, and all you could think about is just how much you love her. and her you, for she thought in that moment, that you were the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. she thinks that all of the time, but everything about that time was too perfect. your hands cupped her cheek, and her hands held your arms as you exchanged a beautifully passionate kiss. all of her love dumped into it as did yours, and it is something that portia will always remember. you two go to the docks a lot more to watch the sunset, and exchange plenty more kisses worth treasuring for the rest of your lives.

muriel ♡ nature walks.

OHHHHHH MURIEL!!! MY SHMOOPY POOPY DOOPY BEAR!! i love this man with all of my heart,, no one understands my love for him syufigubine. i didn't even have to think about this one, because i KNEW for a fact this our sweet boy would absolutely LOVE to go on nature walks with you. he isn't much of a people-person, so he doesn't really like going anywhere that crowds gather. which, in vesuvia, is a pretty hard thing to do, considering the fact that people are almost always out, doing something. so muriel doesn't like going anywhere where people are. the time that he spends with you is meant for you and you alone, not to be spent around a crap ton of strangers that push and shove and cram him into tight spaces. so anytime alone with you is time that he greatly cherishes. you had been wanting to find an activity that both you and muriel love doing that wouldn't make muriel anxious or uncomfortable, so you came up with the idea of nature walks.

when you brought it up to muriel, he accepted it right away. he would get to be around nature and spend time with you? that's all he ever really needs, honestly. he has been through the forest time and time again, he knows every crevice of it like the lines on his palms, yet when you went on your first nature walk together, everything about the forest seemed to change. the colors were brighter, the plants smelt richer, heck even the animals were out and about more when you two went out together. he didn't understand why, but it felt so much better being in the forest with you. you walked along and let the path take you wherever fate demanded. the sun peered through the leaves of the trees to allow life to breathe underneath it, the warmth of the day wrapping around you both like a blanket. he's gotten used to this forest after living in it for so many years, but with you, it felt like the most fascinating place to be.

he was a little worried because he figured that you would want to go out. not just to the forest, but to somewhere like the marketplace, the town square or even the rowdy raven. when he expressed his concerns, you reassured him that you didn't need to go out and do something. all you need is to be with him, and if this is the way that he is most comfortable spending time together, then so be it. you could walk all day, all night, for the rest of your lives in this forest together, as long as it meant that he was comfortable and happy. he smiled and thanked you for your reassurance, giving you a little kiss on the cheek before taking your hand and continuing your journey.

from that point forward, nature walks became a very regular part of your routine with muriel. it always starts with "wanna go on a walk?", and from that point forward, who knows what could happen. you two have found a lot of new things in that forest together. you've found lots of pretty flowers, greenery, rocks and animals that you didn't see before, new spots to relax in and even found little burrows and nests a couple of times!!! it's like a little adventure that isn't too far away from home, and muriel is more than happy to go on a walk at any time. it's almost always something new when the two of you go out together, and he thinks that that's what makes you so lovely. on most days, on his own, he wouldn't think twice about any of the things that you do. so, when you stop him to look at a pattern on a rock, or to admire a dandelion that you call a flower even though it's a weed, he takes his time to admire it with you, and he can't stop that sweet smile from curling onto his lips. seeing you in his favorite place is the most wonderful experience that he could ever ask for. he didn't believe that he was deserving of wonderful experiences before, but now that he has you, he wants to think differently.

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happyshippingnoises · 1 year

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Asra and Julian are both petty asf and Mc is just in the middle like "🧍🧍🧍"

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thenightcallsme · 7 months

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Dove | Simon "Ghost" Riley

A/N: Hello lovely people, I have a backlog of short stories written for things like Avatar: The Way of Water, MWII, Stranger Things, The Arcana, Outer Banks, and many more that I have never posted and keep to myself. I'm talking hundreds of pages worth of fluff, angst and eventual smut - you've got to get through some plot first, though. HOWEVER, if anyone likes my writing and wants to task me with stuff to write, like straight smut, I'm all ears. Anyway, if anyone is interested in reading stuff I could potentially post, here is a snippet for a little Call of Duty fic.

Synopsis: You're to play the materialistic wife of a rich, well-connected husband during an undercover mission. You're to-be husband is a temporary recruit of the 141, who is to supervise your every move. While getting ready, you have a surprising interaction with your Lieutenant, Ghost, who you swear has made it his mission to treat you like a stranger day after day. Until now.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Contains: pretty much nothing of importance, just Ghost being as unreadable as ever, causing reader to have their mind blown by the smallest of crumbs

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I look in the mirror at the woman who is supposed to be Lyanna Winstead. She’s the partner of Dario Winstead, son of a wealthy businessman. Everything about Lyanna is a carbon copy of myself. Her smile, her hair, her figure, her voice. Only, she presents herself in a way I haven’t in a long time.

Gone is the tactical gear and camouflage colours. Instead, she wears the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. The outline of the dress is simple yet captivating to suits the old Hollywood theme. Silver cascades down her body, creating the illusion of a mercury waterfall. The sweetheart neckline and thin straps compliment her full breasts and soft arms. Adorning the bodice are glistening silver designs that remind me of old, swirling boarders on French mirrors. The designs fall away, melting into plain silver threads that fall to the floor and pool at her feet. The dress hugs her body like a second skin, only melting away at her knees. The silhouette fit her hourglass figure well.

The silver jewellery she wears is modest so as not to take away from the dress’s magnificence. On her neck is a dainty Vivienne Westwood necklace, the inner planet of the pendant a pearl. Matching dangling earrings hang from her lower lobe piercing. The rest of her ear piercings are small diamond studs and silver hoops. One wrist displays a thin diamond tennis bracelet and a Van Cleef one with emerald clovers. On the other is the only ode to myself: the evil eye bracelet I never take off. The thin silver chain and bejewelled eye thankfully blend into the rest of the accessories. Small rings cover her fingers, few in number and easily ignorable. The bands are thin and any jewels are small and clear. However, one stands out; a breathtaking sight on her left index finger.

Glittery diamonds cover the band, giving way to a large, circular moonstone. Rainbow shimmer comes to life in the milky stone when the light hits it just right. Separating the band and the centrepiece are two small flowers with diamond centres. Two separate rings sit beneath and below the main one, shaped in V’s to follow the curve. At each point are flowers similar the the others, with curved leaves flowing from the petals. All three are gold, contrasting against the silver to make a statement.

I’m not just looking back at Dario’s partner. I’m looking at his wife.

I’m Will’s wife.

Fake wife, really. I nearly shake my head in wonder. I still look like myself, but everything about this makes me feel like I’m wearing a second skin. Lyanna’s skin. Every so often I stare at the ring in amazement. If anyone ever proposes to me, I would hope for nothing less than the magnificent that is this ring. All that adorns my body is courtesy of Will. Unbeknownst to me before this mission, he’s filthy rich, and a filthy rich man needs a filthy rich wife. All the designer jewellery, the dress, the shoes, and the engagement ring are authentic and top dollar.

After the last touch-ups of make-up, fragrances, and hair, I’m making my way to the courtyard. I’m to have one last briefing and run over of the plan before getting in Will’s blacked-out Corvette. I have to give it to him: he really knows how to pull off a lavish life with style.

Already am I wishing to rip off the damn stilettos on my feet. While I could live in the dress and jewellery, this is the one day a year I’m willing to wear heels.

The air is cool, the last golden light of day painting the courtyard and walls of Alejandro’s HQ in a luminescent glow. A low rumble fills the air from my 'husband’s car. Will leans against it, speaking with the 141. Ghost lingers back by the front door, arms folded and back leaning against a pillar. Weaving between his fingers with precision is a small dagger. His head turns at the sound of approaching heels.

“Was starting to think you were a no show,” he says gruffly.

I stop beside him to adjust my dress. It doesn’t really need adjust, but suddenly being subjected to his gaze makes me anxious. “Told you it would take a while. Gotta look the part.”

The way his eyes travel over my body almost makes me shrink away. Every curve is on full display. The tight bodice holds up my already full breasts, and somehow my waist-to-hip ratio is even more accentuated. Wearing my uniform doesn’t exactly hide my figure thanks to the tight shirts and cargo pants that aren’t exactly loose from my mid-thigh up. However, a lot of me is lost beneath the vests and belts.

“Stop...inspecting me, or whatever you're doing,” I mumble. “Makes me think I need to fix something.”

I begin taking the skirts in my hand as I survey my descent. It’s not too much, but the steps are steep enough to be an issue. The heels on my feet are no help.

Ghost shakes his head. “Don’t. You look…”

“Important?”

“Pretty.”

I stop in my tracks to look back at him, unsure if I heard him correctly. He doesn’t look away or seem embarrassed to have said so. Then again, when does he ever. No-nonsense and prideful in his emotionless character, Ghost is not one to regret his words. Everything he says is a calculated move. Compliments are certainly something to be calculated in a sense, but I don't think of it to be a compliment, even when a small part of me screams for more. I'm playing my part well; there'd be a problem if I wasn't looking pretty. A slow smile quirks at my lips, teasing in nature as I raise my brows. The teasing turns to surprise, however, when he offers me his arm.

“How chivalrous,” I quip as I lightly take his offered arm. Even the slightest contact sends thrills beneath my skin. “Careful, Lieutenant. I might start to think you actually like me.”

Ghost’s eyes train on the ground. At first, I wonder if he doesn’t want to meet my eyes, only then to realise he’s watching my footing. I barely catch a glimpse of his squint.

“I like you in one piece,” he corrects. “This job will be over the second you sprain your ankle on a flight of stairs.”

I hum. “Ahh, there it is.”

He looks up at me then. “There’s what?”

“Thinking about the job, as always.”

As always, I keep my tone light and teasing, but there's an accusing hint. A subtle jab I let slip that I pray goes unnoticed.

There's no room for emotions in this job, and though I've compromised that with the rest of the 141, Ghost is a difficult case. An impossible riddle, a mind-numbing equation with no real answer. Nothing about him should be likeable. He's painfully honest and dismissive when he bothers to speak, he's angry half the time, his attention is never lingering and his mind is an impenetrable fortress. It would make more sense to give in to Alejandro's shameless flirting or Gaz's sleazy grins. Only, it's Ghost that keeps me up at night. It's Ghost, who sends a pang through my chest when he reminds me any care is from pure investment in performance. I'm useful, nothing more.

I can count on one hand the number of times he's thrown me small morsels of care as if I were a stray dog whining and begging for food. Even then, I wouldn't have made it past three fingers. A greedy piece of me spins those memories into something that serves my desire. See, he's returning your interest, that hopeful voice purrs in my ear while feeding me botched versions of what really happened. I know better than to give in to the delusions. The ending of those memories is what sobers me, and it's no different now. I need you in shape for tomorrow. Keep your head in the game. I'm just making sure this isn't interrupting the job. He's always quick to redirect any concern from me to the job.

Maybe, just maybe...what if he was trying to save face? Does he not want to care?

Ghost remains silent for a moment. In consideration or because he doesn’t care to answer, I can’t tell. But when he does answer, his voice has my full attention. It’s low and rough, each syllable laced with something intoxicating. Something I've never heard before and never thought I would hear. Something I want to hear again and again.

“You have no idea what I think about, dove.”

Dove.

The response catches me so off guard I almost forget to take another step. We’ve reached the bottom of the steps, now. The second both my feet are on the flat expanse of the concrete driveway, he breaks away from our linked arms. There is no follow-up, no hint of a miscommunication, not even a look in my direction before he's gone from my side. All I can do is hesitantly trail behind him, lost in my thoughts.

Ghost has never given me a nickname before. Hell, he barely refers to me as anything other than my callsign. When I do hear my real name, it's never for good reasons.

The nickname that pours from his lips comes in a deep voice curled into a sensual tone, sounding like silk-covered marble, low and intended for my ears only. It's strangely intimate—something a lover would purr with lustful eyes and a seeking touch. Somehow it seems to invoke a phantom touch that glides across my skin. Gooseflesh puckers in its chilling wake. In the span of only a few seconds, I seem to experience every emotion humanly possible. Shock, surprise, a sickening, perverse enjoyment...and irritation that I must now join the rest of the team as if a mind-numbing heat was not boiling in the pits of my stomach

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I'll get the formatting of posting these to be prettier btw I promise 🙏🙏 But anyway just interact with this or tell me directly if you want more.

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a wild night with julian, link

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lunelicmoone · 6 months

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julian and mc in the prologue

#the arcana #the arcana game #julian devorak #the arcana mc #mc x julian #deleted scene in the rowdy raven #mutuals you can look away. if you want #just spreading the word #going back to my roots a little #not completely. but a little #the arcana prologue

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bakuliwrites · 1 year

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Kisses with the M6

Haven't done one of these in a while, so here's something soft and sweet and a teensy bit spicy!

Asra loves to start off slow and gentle with wrist kisses. He looks at you underneath his snowy lashes, a mysterious glimmer in his eyes. Feather-light, he presses his lips to your wrist, sending delightful shivers up your arm.

It tickles a bit and makes you giggle, a sound that's music to his ears. Asra beams brightly before he draws himself up to capture your lips with his. He swallows up your laughter, presses you close to him as you tangle your fingers in his curls. Each strand is soft against your fingertips. He hums into you as you deepen the kiss.

Asra's fingers slide up underneath the hem of your shirt. His hands are warm against you. You can feel the familiar thrum of his magic flowing through him. Even when he's not using it, you can sense its comforting presence.

Asra's kisses always convey a deep affection, a powerful yearning for you and your spirit. He drinks you in like he's parched.

Nadia loves to press featherlight kisses to your eyelids. Her plush lips always grace you with warmth and gentility. She moves to litter kisses across your cheekbones, along your jawline, and at the corners of your lips. When she pulls back, her eyes are alight with a sultry mischief.

At this point, you're flushed and feeling rather sheepish under her confident, enigmatic gaze. She delights in seeing you so flustered. So she pulls you in, letting you melt into her embrace, lips moving slow and passionate against yours.

Her fingernails gently tickle your hipbone as she traces them along your exposed skin. Her laugh is lyrical whenever you gasp into her or let out a tragic little moan. Though she loves to tease, she loves to reward you just as much.

Nadia's kisses convey an immense respect for you and your vulnerability, a radiant warmth. She worships you in every way she feels you deserve.

Julian loves to give and receive neck kisses. He's all smiles at the sight of you, the corners of his eyes crinkling with joy as he leans in to scatter kisses along your neck. Laughter rumbles through his chest while his long fingers ghost along your dips and curves.

Nibble👏this👏man👏 Julian is a wreck when he's receiving. His cheeks are crimson and his moans are positively pathetic. Bites are more than welcome and you'll get to watch him turn into a lanky, auburn mess.

He likes to steal away with you. Any opportunity to feel you against him. He'll pull you down alleyways, sneak backstage, find an empty linen closet. His hands are always searching, pulling you close, wanting you as near as possible.

Julian's kisses convey a longing that is body and soul. He tries his damnedest to show you how much you mean to him.

Portia loves to start with mischievous little kisses behind your ear. She's always giggling when she starts, tucking back the strands of your hair and leaning in to tickle the tender flesh at the base of your lobe.

A lot of times, it starts with a tickle fight and ends with her littering your face with kisses, before she moves to make things a bit more heated. She loves the way you gasp at her first touch, the way your hands grasp desperately at her soft thighs.

Your fingers tangle in Portia's curly locks and it's moments of bliss like this that she is grateful for. Whether it's quiet evenings in her cottage, cozied up under some blankets, or enjoying a picnic lunch break on some adventure, Portia loves to make sure you know how much she adores you.

Portia's kisses are bubbly and bright, conveying her deep adoration for you. She breathes you in like a crisp spring breeze.

Muriel loves your lips. They're plush and soft against him. He'll pull you into his lap while the two of you are sitting in front of the fire and just hold you close for a moment. When you gaze up at him, firelight twinkling in your eyes, he can feel heat creep to his cheeks.

You're usually the first to initiate, but sometimes he'll lean down and press his lips softly against yours. He's slow and gentle at first, just luxuriating in the feel of you against him. But when your tongue traces his parted lips, he'll deepen the kiss.

In his warm embrace, you feel protected. And he wants to make sure that you know how safe he feels in your arms, too. The intimacy and vulnerability that he shares with you is deeply important to him. Quiet moments like this are ones that he cherishes.

Muriel's kisses honor you, in every way possible. He envelopes you with warmth and love.

Lucio loves to kiss you anywhere and everywhere. This man will press kisses from the tips of your toes to the top of your head and everywhere in between. There is nowhere on you that this man won't have put his lips.

He also does not care who is watching. PDA is a non-issue for him. In fact, if people get to see the two of you making-out, they should consider it a privilege. His favorite way to initiate, however, is pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, before trailing up your arm, and littering your face with even more.

Lucio is particularly handsy. There's always an impish gleam in his eye and a devilish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He gets a great deal of enjoyment out of making you blush and gasp. He's got a more tender side, too, but that's exclusively reserved for when the two of you are in private.

Lucio's kisses venerate you, anywhere and everywhere, as he feels you deserve. He simply can't get enough of you.

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Until now, it had been clear to you that Julian was not particularly adept at seeing the best in himself. As a result, you weren’t completely surprised when he said he was doubtful about the future of his freedom, and how he might be not able to keep you safe within it.

In Mazelinka’s house, the thin curtain that separates the bedroom from the living room, made it possible for you to hear everything he had to say in the next room.

The fact that he was self-incriminating himself worried you. He would eventually convince himself that you deserve someone better than him; someone who could give you everything he was not capable of giving.

You refused to settle for the disheartening words that came from his mouth, so you walked in to confront him. In a weak mutter, you whispered Julian’s name loudly enough for him to hear you and realize he was not alone. It didn’t take him long for his pale skin to burn bright red just by looking at the sound’s source.

“Oh!” He shot up from his sitting position on the bed, obviously unaware of your presence before. In his haste, he stumbled over his clumsy feet. “Where’d you come from? Well, no, not ‘where’ but uh..” He trails off, and a long silence passes over you. He cleared his throat as the awkwardness of the situation began to settle in. “How.. uh, how long have you been standing there here?” He asked guilelessly, careful to avoid eye contact.

“Long enough to know you’re not treating yourself well.” You saunter closer to him, bringing your hands up to either side of his face. “I thought we talked about this, Julian.” As he sheepishly glanced at everything in sight but your face, his body language conveyed his embarrassment as he looked around.

The tall man chuckled a humorless laugh, “You’d think I would know better by now.” He dropped his head, quickly bringing it back up in a split second. “I’m sorry.” He irresolutely claimed, his voice no louder than a whisper.

“Apologize to yourself. I’m not the one who needs to hear it.” You softly told him. You hated when he thought the worst of himself, telling himself he was destined for the worst. More than anything, you wanted a future with him, but with the way things were unfolding, you weren’t sure how much time with him was in that future.

He shook his head, disagreeing frantically. “I don’t deserve it. I— You don’t deserve what I’m putting you through.” Dejected, he sighed. Due to his preoccupation with his thoughts, he found it difficult to glance at you. He flopped down on the edge of the bed. His elbows dug into his thighs, and his head fell into his hands.

You guessed this was on his mind for a while now. The reaction he gave upon first noticing you was enough to understand he wasn’t planning on you finding out. You let your body sink into the shabby mattress next to him. “You can talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you, Julian?” Your hand finds his leg, softly rubbing circles there with your thumb.

For a moment, you lose hope in getting a response. That is until he released a long, shaky breath. “I never wanted you to get involved in this,” He started off with a sentence that made you uneasy. You had a feeling where this was heading. “I know this train I’m on is leading to my own terrible fate, I don’t want to drag you down with me when this is all over.” Anxious, he stuttered fiercely, the words swarming in his head failing to correspond with the ones flying past his lips. “I- I just, uh, I figured I’d flee before you er .. you had the chance to stop me..” Bashfully, Julian stood up in an attempt to move himself further away from you, but your deft fingers gently grabbed ahold of his wrist.

His tall frame hovered over you when you stood with him. Maybe it was anger or distress, or even both, but abrupt emotions bubbled inside of you at the jolting revelation. “So you were just planning to leave without even saying goodbye? I’m a part of this now. It was never your decision.” Just the notion of a scarring betrayal played out by him tugged the strings attached to your heart in all the wrong ways. He mentioned something along those lines in previous conversations, ones that were quickly fixed with your help. Now, somehow there was no need for conscious reasoning to know he really considered leaving this time. You felt it.

You couldn’t fight the urge to hold him close, and soon your arms encased his lanky torso. Enthusiastic, he clung hopelessly to you like you might disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. “We’re in this together, no matter what. I choose this. I choose you, and whatever comes with it. I won’t let you sabotage this, Julian.” The closeness allowed you to deeply breathe in his invigorating, earthy aroma. “I care about you more than anything.”

“I can’t help but wonder why that is? There are so many others your time would best be spent with, yet you’re wasting it on someone like me.” He timidly voiced his doubts out loud.

“None of them are nearly as overly dramatic, stubborn, and irresponsibly impulsive as you.” His cheeks flush at the statement. Ready to utter a thousand claims to defend those actions, Julian opens his mouth to respond, only to be intercepted by you. “But most importantly, no one comes close to the brave and selfless man I’ve fallen for. You do know I love you, right?”

He’d never get tired of hearing you express your love to him. But nothing felt better than feeling it. He pulls back to place a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his lips press firmly against yours. His mouth parts and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Julian groaned, his body sagging against yours as he lost himself in your touch.

Gods, did he love hearing you say those words. Much like the first time you told him you loved him, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t believe there was a chance you could ever love him, but you did, and knowing that was the best thing in the world. “Of course,” he breathed, “And I love you, darling, but..” His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and you recognized the common ‘I’m not worthy of your love’ speech coming on.

“There is no ‘but’. I want to be with you, to love you. I’m not walking away when things get difficult.”

“Don’t you understand, love? Nothing is easy when I am involved.” There was no reasonable reason for denying the truth he believed lay behind that statement. But maybe, just maybe it didn’t have to be that way?

With sincere and intense conviction, you spoke honestly, “I’m willing to take that chance.” You cared too much about what happened to him. There was no way you’d let him face his troubles alone.

Lost in thought, his gaze trailed over every aspect of your facial features. Only a fool would be daft enough to let something so beautiful slip away from them. “You’re remarkable,” A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “..I guess I should thank you for uh.. stopping me from doing something I’d regret for the rest of my life.” Content with his newly restored confidence, he was bolstered enough to accept it: he was lucky to have someone like you.

Smiling, you tenderly kiss him. “Don’t mention it.”

this is kinda old, but i wanted to rewrite it since i didn’t like how it was written. new and improved fr

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