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malaks-perch · 1 year

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

asra alnazar, portia and julian devorak (all separate)

what your lover thinks of sending you love notes and what they send to you

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𝘈𝘚𝘙𝘈

- if theres anything he loves more than pillows its taking the time out of his day to write a little love note to you

- can you imagine him locking his ankles in the air while he writes a love note to you while he’s away from home, away from you because he’s thinking about the smile on your face when you get to read his notes

- adores telling you about how beautiful, fantastical, brilliant things could never amount to you

- he puts his heart into every word and occasionally sprinkles bits of poetry in there because he can’t help sharing the lovely sonnets and odes that remind him of you

- his chest fills with so much love seeing you sent him a love letter, keeps every single one tied together in a special place in his shop as if a thief will come in the night to steal your lovely words away

asra's love letter gift includes :: raw crystals, shiny foreign currency, and feathers

𝘗𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘈

- the idea came to her when she’s too busy with work at the palace when there’s not much time to see you, but she wants to express how much she misses you and adores you

- she writes a lot of love letters to you only because she finds these moments in her day where she has time and really it’s shifted from hobby to art form in which she comes up with new ways to describe how she feels in the moments that you’re not with her and honestly she gives asra a run for his money with how she can make you tear up

- she has a little journal she brings around with her so when she’s daydreaming of you, she can jot down the little spark of love that blossoms in her chest

- portia is a talented writer and she has the countess to thank for that, but the countess couldn’t have possibly taught her ‘my heart lingers in my eyes vying for a chance to give itself yours’, lines like that have anyone tearing up

- she cheers a little whenever you sneak a love letter to her, either in a book or at the doorstep of her cottage, she’s sighing because she loves you more and more each day

portia's love letter includes :: seed packets, soft textile and ribbon from the market, and heart folds with messages inside

𝘑𝘜𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕

- now this one, don’t even get me started with love letters, don’t you dare miss returning one to him without telling him you’re busy or you’ll surely have him pouting the next time you see him

- he loves sending you love letters as much as he loves receiving them because it’s blatantly obvious that his love language is words of affirmation and if he doesn’t get those through your letters then there’s a fair chance he’s taking this to heart

- aside from that, julian is the king of poetry, where do you think portia got it from?

- mazelinka has caught his distant eyes and worried why he’s so serious and he’ll twirl a quill in hand and explain how he’s considering what he’ll put in his next love letter to you (drama king 2.0)

- his smile is so melancholy when he receives another love letter from you, tears prick to his eyes sometimes because you really are his treasure and the best ways he can express how much you mean to him are through these passages where he’s free to declare his love and free to tell you that he loves you without the stress of consequence when it’s only him, his pen, and needlessly expensive paper

julian's love letter includes :: sea shells, topographic maps snippets of where he is, and small sketches

<333 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘖𝘙 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛!! <333

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Lucio isn't hesitant to kiss you in public or praise you until your ears burn from his words, both gentle and lewd in nature. You could be walking into the tavern and he will spin you around, kiss your neck, giving you a hickey almost in a way to establish his dominance early on, signaling to others that you're pretty ass his his.

#the arcana #lucio x reader #lucio x you #the arcana x reader #the arcana x you #the arcana lucio #count lucio #the arcana imagines #the arcana headcanons #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana x mc

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rryukish · 2 years

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Pairing: Asra x Female Reader

Smut/fluff 18+

Warnings: rough, unprotected, dirty talk, praising kink, breeding kink??,

A/n- This is set in Asra’s route when one of the paid options was to share a bath and I had a thought of a smut lmao- the scene is already spicy though of course it doesn’t go into full detail so I’ll just write this as how I think it would go.

ALSO I WROTE THIS A YEAR AGO AND NEVER POSTED IT FOR SOME REASON LMAOOO- sorry that it’s like offbrand ig

I undressed and put the thin yet comfortable robe on my naked body, I turned to see Asra waiting for me. I sigh happily as I walked to him “finally a break “ he said with a tired smile. I looked over at the bath amazed at its size “this looks more like a pool than a bath” I said in awe “It only makes sense since it’s Nadia’s” he replied. I looked at the mirror and saw the mud on my face “Asra you didn’t tell me?!” I said holding my cheeks in my hands “sorry” he said shyly he took my hand in his as he helped me step into the large tub. I slowly sank in and sighed as the coolness quickly became warm, he sank down next to me. “Here let my clean your face” he said as he pulled me onto his lap, he massaged my face gently and I melted in his touch. “Done” he whispered in my ear and I regained my composure, I got off his lap and faced him “let me wash your chest” I said grinning “go ahead” he said giving his signature smirk, I chuckled and picked one of the colorful bottles from off the ledge of the bath.

I removed his robe from his shoulders and lathered my hands up before touching his chest, I massaged him and he groaned “that feels so good” he said resting his head back I stopped to softly put my lips on his, he smirked into the kiss and held my body close to his. I leaned back to where I was and continued, his slender body shivered slightly under my touch. I soon let my hands go lower down to his abdomen and down to his hips, he looked at me smoldering “may I?” I asked him as I held the tie of his robe, he hummed and I untied it sliding my hand to his hard member. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping slowly at first but then fastening my pace, I leaned into him and kissed his neck “ah..y/n” he groaned into my ear his eyes closing. I moved my other hand onto his tip rubbing it at the same pace of my hand wrapped around his shaft.

He trembled under me and moaned softly as he released, he slowly opened his eyes and pulled me in kissing me deeply he slipped his tongue in our saliva mixing together, we only pulled away once we needed to breath. I pulled back in front of him and sighed, my robe was see through enough to see my breasts. Asra licked his lips as he moved his hands to my waist before moving them to my breasts he massaged them both and I melted at his touch once more moving to sit on his lap feeling his erected shaft on my needy cunt, he untied my robe and pinched my nipples instantly making me moan.

He moved his mouth to one of my nipples licking and biting it while pinching my other one he switched sides giving it the same treatment as the other I moaned loudly the sensation taking over my senses, he stopped and we both sloppily put our lips together moving them in unison, we didn’t break apart as I moved my hand from to his back to his shaft placing it at my entrance, I lowered myself down and moaned into his mouth. I placed my hands back onto his back and slowly lowered myself up and down, my whimpers becoming more louder “just like that y/n” he praised me “I love you so Asra” I moaned “I love you too” he replied while kissing my neck leaving love bites behind.

He moved his hands back to my hips and slammed into me causing me to moan loudly, he continued to slam into me at the same pace making my legs turn to jelly, “god your pussy feels so good” he groaned, “I’m so close” I said as I felt a burning sensation in my core “me too” he replied going faster, we both released at the same time becoming moaning messes.His warm seed flowed into me and I relaxed into his arms. He picked me up “how about another round?” He asked smoldering at me, I laughed and nodded. He moved me to sit where he was before “open your legs” he said and I obeyed opening my legs, he moved between them and held my legs up as he positioned his shaft. He slammed inside and groaned “how do you feel this tight?” He said as he pounded into me, I could barley respond. My eyes rolled back, it felt so good. I was moaning loudly and so was he, he moved to kiss me. I felt them same burning sensation as before and released moaning into his mouth he soon did the same as he released inside of me. He pulled out his shaft and collapsed next to me holding me close.

We both struggled to breath, “that..was..amazing” He said, I caressed his cheek as he kissed me softly “we should probably get dressed” he said “yeah they might be wondering what’s taking so long” I replied chuckling. We both washed up quickly, Asra got up first and helped me as a struggled to walk “I think we might have had overdone it” I said sighing at the state of my legs “I’m sorry” he said kissing my eyebrow.

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #the arcana x mc #the arcana asra #asra route #asra x apprentice #asra x you #asra x reader #smut #the arcana smut #Asra x reader smut #the arcana x you #the arcana x apprentice #cute #fanfiction #the arcana fandom #the arcana fanfic

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squeamishsstuff · 2 years

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NEEDY ATTENTION WHORE MURIEL .

CW: slight smut, Gn!reader, mentions readers “tits”, Ooc Muriel, dry humping, Muriel is referred to as “big boy” or “baby” Muriel is his cannon adult age in this. Established relationship. Not really proof read ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

At first he’d wait for you. He understands how busy you can get. He’d even try help you through your long list of chores. (Until you told him it was ok, and he could sit down) Baby just gets so needy for youu :( he’d start stalking behind you, sulking. Pouting like a big baby.

You had been so preoccupied. All your attention on everything but him. “I need leaches for the restock” “Did Asra forget to lock up again?” “Who’s keeping an eye on Julian?” Pay attention to your big boy please!! He and Inana miss you so much.

He’d try win your attention back by wearing even less clothes, flaunting your favourite parts of him. He’d give you “massages”grouping at your hips, tits, thighs. Whatever you let him touch.

He’d hover over you while you work on something for Nadia, pressing kisses up and down your shoulders. You’d have to pinch him whenever he got to loud. But it was so hard to keep quiet while rubbing himself against you, trying for all the friction he could get. Tears bunching up in poor baby’s eyes because your clothes hurt so bad against his bright red tip.

“M’sorry! Please- feels good”

“Muriel.”

“S-Sorry”

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #the arcana x you #the arcana x mc #the arcana x apprentice #muriel x reader #muriel the arcana #muriel the mountain man #muriel the hermit #muriel smut #muriel x you #muriel x apprentice #muriel x mc

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equestriagirl16 · 1 year

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Step 1. Find out about The Arcana

Step 2. Research and fall in love with characters via fics and other content

Step 3. Find out that that game itself is basically in development purgatory

Step 4. Experience moment of dread…

Step 5. Get it anyway-

#Learnin about this game in its entirety was a TRIP-#still gonna play it tho truuust #just hope they leave the og app alone with whatever’s goin on with the company #the arcana #arcana #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #the arcana nadia #the arcana portia #the arcana muriel #the arcana lemon #the arcana x reader #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana x mc #the arcana x you #camiposts

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hito-sh1 · 2 years

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dating julian devorak

notes: he's such a wet paper bag man i adore him

tagging: @belsumu @hoshiikos @silkylious

julian absolutely ADORES you, he worships the ground that you walk on (figuratively)

waxes poetry to you very often and becomes increasingly more dramatic with the delivery the more you ignore him, it's partially because you're not paying attention to him but mostly because he loves you and is very grand in the showcasing of it

does still somehow get himself especially at the rowdy raven but it's not his fault, mostly

does somehow get you swept up in little adventures of his, like the time you two somehow managed almost to a completely different country

reminds you that he loves and cares for you almost hourly

he's still afraid of losing you but voices those concerns a lot more openly now

if julian could be attached to you at all times, he would be. always close to you or touching somehow, pressed against your side, kness bumping together, holding your hand. he just needs to close to you always

does try to coax you into teaching him magick with senseless arguments and points, please tell him no everytime he will hurt himself using it

doesn't go into his history with asra, it's too painful for him but he will make some offhand comments about it

will frequently drag you to mazelinka's place to get food and share gossip

frequent visits to portia's cottage is also a must, even if portia immediately puts him to work in the garden

julian stares at you, a lot. if you catch him he'll turn red and look away but he's just admiring you

he's deeply in love with you and somehow can't get it through his thick skull that you love him back which is when the grandiose gestures occur

#julian the arcana #julian devorak #the arcana #the arcane x reader #the arcana game #the arcana julian #the arcana x reader #the arcana x mc #the arcana x male reader #the arcana x you #the arcana x apprentice

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portias-husband · 2 years

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Hey! Love your writing sm 🤍 could you do asra lucio and portia sfw alphabet with the letters a, g and k?

Sure! Thanks for the compliment!

A, G and K SFW alphabet for Asra, Portia and Lucio

Activity - favourite activity to do with their S/O?

- loves practicing magic together. The look on your face when you master a new spell or make one of your own is priceless to them

Goodbye - how do they say goodbye to their S/O?

- Hugs. Hugs. He hugs you so tight that you can almost imagine you two are one person with how close you are. They won’t let go for a while and almost considers

Kissing - are they a good kisser?

- The best kisser. Probably uses some of his magic to give his kisses an extra tingle. Whether soft or desperate he somehow knows how to make their kisses amazing

Activity

- She loves walking around Vesuvia with you and Pepi, looking at all the stalls in the market place and exploring the alleyways, trying to find a secret.

Goodbye

- She's pretty bad at saying goodbye. Even if you only have to leave for a day, she's crying and saying she'll miss you so much. It's super cute tbh

Kissing

- She's a super good kisser when she can do it without giggling. She just loves kissing you so much that she laughs out of pure joy every time

Activity

- Takes you hunting, although sometimes he gets too distracted looking at you to catch even a rabbit but its cute to watch him try with a massive blush on his face and heart eyes

Goodbye

- He definitely tries not to cry when saying goodbye to you but it doesn’t work, and makes excuses but you can tell he’s super upset at the thought of having to say goodbye and let you go

Kissing

- He’s not gonna be the best kisser but he’s not bad either, he just gets super desperate and engaged in the moment that he forgets to actually let you breath. His kisses are still special in their own way though since they are from him

#the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #portia devorak #the arcana lucio #the arcana portia #the arcana x you #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana x mc #the arcana x reader #lucio x mc #lucio x reader #asra x mc #asra x reader #portia x reader #portia x mc

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cryptiql · 2 years

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PRAYING FOR JULY.

muriel x gn!reader . . spoilers for muriel's route ahead, proceed with caution !

a/n: this is more of a drabble than anything because i've been putting it off for too long, but i definitely hope to write for him more

muriel had learned to lie in passiveness, back bowed for the devil to give him his lashes. his eyes burned, and he bled—bled and wept with the same raw, warm red that kissed the ground he bore his hands into, searching for a place to rest. he’s bitter—all of him, ash on the tongue that speaks his name as though it was worth being spoken at all—and gods, he feels pathetic clawing at the moss, silently begging to be good enough for someone, anyone, even the earth below. would it take me, if i asked? it’s silly, he thinks he hears a reply rooted in the soil that clots beneath his fingernails, but it’s barely there. he has to wonder if he’s imagined it all as he sits back on his heels, breathing ragged. not yet. not now.

january unfurls like a slow storm, and muriel tries to forget.

he wishes it were as simple for him as it were for you. he almost succumbs to the swarm of the market in his hesitation, glancing over his shoulder at watch you spin round in circles aimlessly. you wouldn’t find him. not that you knew who he was, or would want to anyhow. you could always try, but muriel hates how you try to pick him out, blood-stained, monstrous and all, like the mere sight of him isn’t a curse enough. you weren’t supposed to remember him. what hurts more is that you look relieved to see him again, the brilliance of your smile flickering to a dull shine as you feel his wounds like fruit, patient in how you guide him to sit still, a damp cloth pressed to his skin.

you’ll leave him in february, he tells himself. gone by morning, the memory of him rotting in the far corners of your mind. you hold the myrrh to your chest like you can’t bear the thought of losing it, and muriel pretends like he doesn’t care, even if his heart knows better, clenching once, twice, three times. if you catch his lie, you don’t press it—only wrap the green scarf around him, fingertips smoothing the fabric over his chest in featherlight touches, as if to say “you’re worth it”. you give him every chance to pull away, and muriel takes it more times than he’s proud to admit, but that doesn’t change how every part of him aches in regret.

he can’t take the words back now, but he can try to be better. he wants to be better for you. muriel could be like spring, pure and beautiful, marching sluggishly along under the waning moon, but he’s still not there yet. he can’t force the ugly, loathsome thing trapped between his ribs to settle when you curl up beside him on the floor, not anymore than he can force you to run like he told you to. you don’t need to know that he dreamt of you that night; oil on skin, pinks and yellows bleeding into the sky, your lips molded to the shape of his neck. he doubts you would listen, though you say otherwise.

so when muriel feels april approaching, he starts to trust you; wholly, using every waking moment to pray he won’t be sorry. he could die here, the shadows growing darker behind his eyes as lifetimes whirl past him in a blur, never knowing how grateful you are to share this one with him. maybe it’s just enough that he feels loved in this moment, however often the ghost of himself says it won’t last.

but the hatchet is buried, isn’t it? more than that—he feels clean, mind, body and soul, and if you could hold them all in the palm of your hand, he wouldn’t even flinch. muriel thinks he can understand now, why you cried for him; why it mattered that he wasn’t afraid of you, and what a surprise that was, because how could he ever fear you? how, when you touched him so tenderly, even after all he’d done, murmuring litanies of praise into the spaces where only he could hear, “i love you”s traded between your bodies? muriel can’t remember all the months that passed, but july is always there in the forefront of his mind, a grained photograph of forking roads and lush verdure leading back home.

the pale, wonted blues and grays had turned to gold, veiled thinly in a warm orange glow. against the nearest wall there stands a chair draped in tapestries yet to be hung, and muriel’s free hand reaches out to trace their decorative patterns. his trail stops at the crest of a bear’s head, crowned in flowers, and his lips twitch into a small smile. you grumble incoherently from beneath the weight of his bicep, curled around your head to pull you closer into his hulking form, and muriel chuckles, finally sinking into the bed. the mattress groans weakly as he rolls onto his back, and you take the opportunity to rest your chin on his chest, gazing up at him blearily.

whatever you aim to say in the first few seconds, muriel doesn’t bother trying to translate—with it being nothing more than a string of jumbled garbling, he doesn’t think he’d be able to anyway—but when you manage to gather your senses, it’s well worth the wait.

“i love you.” muriel cranes his neck to look at the ceiling, hoping it will hide his blush, but it’s a poor attempt at best. you hum into his collarbone with amusement, fingers threading through his hair and tugging gently as if to tell him “look at me”. the things you don’t say, muriel finds, speak volumes. he complies eventually, albeit with a pout that is quickly ushered away by your lips on his, the first signs of dawn pouring from your lazy movements.

“i love you,” he whispers in reply, thumbing your cheek before kissing you once more. muriel thinks it could be december by the time he pulls away, flushed and panting softly. then, you hook your leg around his middle to pull him flush against you, sighing into the heat of his mouth and reminding him that summer is just over the bend. inanna grants you both this mercy by keeping to her rug by the fire, and muriel silently gives his thanks while tugging the covers over your bodies. from the corner of the window, he can see the lemon tree flourishing, and it’s just like he dreamt: oil on skin pinks and yellows bleeding into the sky, your lips molded to the shape of his shoulder. morning yawns across the horizon, and muriel lies with you like it’s all he’s ever known, and it’s all it ever should have been.

sleep comes easier in july.

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saintunhinged · 6 months

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pre canon - asra drops hints of possible feelings but often disappears on mysterious trips. upon his return to the shop, you, longing for connection, pull him into a hug. it becomes evident that he missed you more than he allows himself to admit.

The air in the cluttered little shop carried the scent of herbs and old parchment as Asra returned from yet another mysterious journey, one of the many that you knew little about.

You had been left in the shop once again, wondering where you stood with the enigmatic magician. In the dimly lit shop, surrounded by mysterious artifacts, you found yourself in familiar yet uncertain territory. The enigmatic magician’s secretive nature left you in a perpetual state of wondering. At times, there were glimpses of intimacy, moments when the barrier between you seemed to dissolve like mist in the morning sun.

Yet, just as quickly as those moments arrived, they were replaced by the chilling echoes of his distant disappearances, leaving you grasping at shadows in search of clarity.

The door creaked open, and Asra stepped into the shop. A brief exchange of glances ensued, and in the depths of his eyes, a flicker of something danced. Sensing the unspoken complexity, you couldn’t help but comment on his return.

“Back already, I see,” you remarked, attempting to cloak the uncertainty that lingered beneath your words.

He smiled, a hint of warmth in his violet eyes. “Yes, the world is vast and full of surprises. But I’m always drawn back to this place.”

You wondered if he meant the shop or something else entirely. The ambiguity of his words left you yearning for clarity. Asra, sensing your inner turmoil, approached with a small, comforting smile.

Uncertainty gripped your thoughts as you hesitantly posed the question, “Is this okay?” Wondering whether your embrace would be welcomed by him, you gently pulled him into a hug. Asra’s presence felt both reassuring and elusive, a balance that mirrored your emotions. You wished for him to understand the your longing and the sincerity behind the simple act of embracing him.

Asra’s arms enveloped you in a warm embrace, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “More than okay.” he confessed, tightening the embrace as if to emphasize the sentiment. It was a rare revelation, a glimpse behind the veiled curtains of his guarded demeanor. The barriers he usually kept so firmly in place seemed to soften, allowing a genuine understanding to bloom between you, revealing a side of him that was usually shrouded in mystery.

For a heartbeat, you both lingered in the embrace, the unspoken tension between you dissipating. Asra, the master of secrets, allowed himself this vulnerable moment, silently confessing that he missed you far more than his elusive persona would ever let on.

His white hair brushed against your face when he pulled away, his affection for you shining in his eyes. “I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered, his words a promise that carried more weight than any spell.

You couldn’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Asra’s heart than met the eye.

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malaks-perch · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

that's right, you've found lucio's masterlist. if requests are open, please feel free to leave your mark

𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

going shopping with everyone, link

accidents with lucio, link

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

insecurities with lucio, link

swap spit with lucio, link

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yourftmfriend · 2 years

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Im waiting for The Arcana nsfw asks

PLEASE I AM BEGGING SEND SOME PLEASE

IM LITERALLY ON MY KNEES PLEASE

#the arcana smut #the arcana x male reader #the arcana x you #dom reader #dom gn reader #dom male reader #I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE #PLEASE

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stardustincarnate · 2 years

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ALL TO MYSELF // Yandere!Count Lucio x Reader (II)

READ PART ONE HERE.

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER.

WORD COUNT : 3678 words.

GENRE : yandere!au. slight fluff in the beginning.

WARNINGS : major character death. mentions of blood. non-consensual touching. a very twisted view of love.

watch out for typographical/grammatical errors.

♡ writing commissions are open! ♡

CLICK HERE FOR THE WATTPAD VERSION.

What a fair day it was.

My lover and I had prepared and filled our portmanteaus with the necessities. Lucio, being his usual self, stuffed a lot of clothes that I was sure he wouldn’t even be wearing. Look at all those excess gold!

The seven of us had sailed out in Nadia's yacht. A huge and sleek yacht. I was torn between staring at the beauteous sea or staying inside and exploring its ornate structure. But eventually I ended up joining Lucio out in the open.

His introspective figure stared at the gentle oscillation of glimmering waves, the sun setting behind him and painting warm hues on the white yacht. His hands were on the railing and it seemed as if he was roughly gripping on them. When I approached him, he didn’t notice me until my third call. He was acting out of character again. Normally he would annoy (as I'd like to word it out) us all. It was good for our parts though since we wouldn’t be having any more headaches with this troublemaker.

“What’re you thinking, Luci?”

“Me?” He pointed to himself. Obviously. “Nothing important! Haha! I'm just enjoying the view! It’s great! Isn’t it?”

“I do like the view.” I assented.

“You’re my best view.”

“..Oh.”

He laughed at my displeased reaction and went silent again.

Somehow, there was a tangible premonition present in the atmosphere, and I had learned that I should always trust my intuitions. A knot formed in my stomach. What was the matter with me? I swallowed the lump in my throat and attempted to shrug it off. I refused to let my day get spoiled.

I stood beside Lucio and put my hand above his own, smiling when he nudged my shoulder with his. He put his prosthetic arm over my shoulder and pointed out to the ocean. There were three small dolphins in a near distance who swam closer to our yacht until we got a better view of them. They squeaked and jumped as if to reach us. I didn’t know if it was just Lucio's luck or something, but his upper half ended up getting drenched by I reckoned intentional splashes.

Of course, the himbo argued with the poor adorable creatures.

“Hey! Stop that! Ugh, [Y/N]! Tell them!”

“Look! They brought us another.. familiar friend.” I grinned, ignoring his plead.

When he looked down, his chagrin rose at the sight of the land shark that stole his precious Bourbon Beef the last time we went out.

“YOU! Why are you here?! You've troubled me enough! Shoo!”

“I think it can smell the Bourbon Beef Asra's preparing..”

“He’s what?! Why didn’t he tell me?!”

“Why would he te—”

He seized my wrist and we trotted to where Asra and the rest were.

“Why wasn’t I informed?!”

“You and [Y/N] looked busy with each other's company. Thought better not to disturb.” Asra replied.

“That’s good, but still! It’s Bourbon Beef we’re talking about. I already got my last one stolen and I’m not allowing any more land sharks to steal it!”

“Yeah. One already found us.”

“One? Look over there, my dear magician,” Julian pointed at the railing behind him. “Soon enough this yacht will be surrounded by them.”

I scratched my head and at the same time Asra's eyes met mine. The last time was more than enough, thank you very much.

With our magic converged, we brought up an invisible protective seal that blanketed the yacht. One could neither enter nor leave until either of us breaks the spell. I figured Asra would do it himself later.

Now free from thieves, both Asra and Lucio continued to grill the beef in satisfaction. I approached Muriel and sat beside him. He scowled but thankfully didn’t shoo me away. Reckoned it’s because he knew that at least I wasn’t as loud as my Lucio. Speaking of, I continued to watch him and Asra constantly argue about the littlest things, while Julian busied himself by telling rather exaggerated stories to Nadia which had Portia rolling her eyes at the same time playing along with her brother.

Muriel and I relished the silence together, occasionally laughing while pointing out the land sharks who were valiantly trying to access our yacht.

I leaned my back and smiled as I looked at the glowing ruby sky. Suddenly, I yelped as a heavy weight pressed on my shoulder. I looked around and it was just Lucio, grinning. I flicked his forehead.

“Aw hey!” He pouted. “Food’s ready [Y/N]. Let’s go!”

“Alright, but stop scaring me for heaven’s sake!”

We ate and shared stories and laughter. Everyone was clearly enjoying themselves. But...

“Luci..”

Lucio blinked before acknowledging my presence with a tad bit of surprise on his face. “Yes [Y/N]?”

“Are you all right? Are you sea-sick or something?”

“Me? Sea-sick? Hah! Don’t be ridiculous! I’ll never get sea-sick!”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What do you mean? I just did!”

“I asked if you were all right, Lucio.”

“Me? Well of course I'm all right! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You were all quiet... It was so unlike you. I thought you’ve problems.”

“Your Luci being quiet? It's called character development, [Y/N].”

“Montag Morgasson! I'm being serious!”

“I—well—so am I! Really, there’s no need to be so worried! Save your worries for later!”

“Ugh. You are always so impossible.”

“Always?! Excuse me?!”

My eyes turning to slits seemed to be adequate for him to treat the matter less frivolously.

“Ow-kay ow-kay... [Y/N].. Hehe.. But really, I—I appreciate.. your concern.. Augh! Just come here for a sec, will ya?”

He patted his lap. I initially didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I also couldn’t help myself. Lucio wrapped his arms around my waist whilst nuzzling my neck. I chuckled, then he looked up at me, dazedly batting his eyelashes.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? My sweet, sweet [Y/N]... You do love me, right?”

My breath hitched as his hot breath tickled my neck, sending shivers throughout my body. With his faced cupped in my hands, I leaned in to kiss his forehead.

“Of course Luci. I love you so much.”

“You love me that you’d stay by my side forever, right?”

I ruffled his hair as I chuckled. “Of course, even if you are very loud, all the time.”

“You promise?”

“Of course. You can take my word for it.”

Lucio sighed in satisfaction, relishing the warmth my hand shared on his cheek.

“Good. That’s good, dove.”

“You’re acting so sweet today Luci.. Perhaps you’ve eaten way too much sugar?”

“Not enough sugar. I’ve still yet to eat the main sweetness right here.”

“L-Lucio!”

“Now you’re being shy?”

“You can’t blame me!”

I squirmed strenuously but his hold on me was far greater. I wiggled and even more when he began tickling me. My face was burning and the air had almost left my lungs when he stopped. We both looked at each other—and then erupted into laughter.

“Let go of me otherwise I'll really turn you back to your goat form!”

“C’mon, you always speak empty words! You love me way too much to do that!”

“You’re rather complacent when in fact I like the goat better than I like the original you. The goat was fluffier.. a perfect cuddle buddy.”

“But I am that goat!”

“You don’t have enough fluff.”

“I have loads of fluffy comforters! We can use that to cuddle!”

“But those are just comforters! I want the goat!”

Lucio scowled in disbelief. “You have weird tastes. I’m way more handsome than that stupid goat.”

“Lucio, you are that goat. You just called yourself stupid.”

“....”

He began to loudly protest while I only laughed. I pinched his nose and nuzzled it with mine when he was done complaining.

“You idiot, I love you way too much.”

“So do I, [Y/N]. Hey! Jules! Mind your own business!”

“What did I even do this time?! And don’t call me Jules!”

Eventually we had to retire to our chambers, Lucio and I sharing one as to his request. The night had been very busy, special thanks to two certain himbos making fun of each other. I fancied Lucio had gone out sometime later as I wasn’t able to feel him sleeping beside me. Still, I continued my sleep.

A hefty object resided on top on my chest. I could neither breath nor move. Everything was pitch black. The silence was too loud that I felt my head about to explode. What was going on?

The knot in my stomach tightened as I heard a pin drop. The sound was muffled.. and it sounded as if it were trying to reach me.

I could finally move. I walked and walked yet all my movements halted when I heard a scream of agony too familiar to me.

That voice...

Asra's...

Where could he be?! I ran and ran for who knows how long yet I remained unmoving and the cries only seemed to grow further away.

Light started to sporadically appear in the middle of this vast blackness, along with images of my friends who were in pain. They were crying, fighting yet failing against the unknown shadow... And then there was Asra whose eyes were fixed on mine.

‘Run.’

Run was all that he said before blood splattered on my vision, and the next image was too gruesome that I couldn’t move or even think anymore as it spontaneously replayed in my eyes.

“A-Asra!”

“ASRA!”

I sat up and reached forth, looking wildly around the vicinity.

I let out a huge sigh. It was merely a dream. But I couldn’t stop my anxiety. I clutched my clothes and tried valiantly not to think of the last image I saw, but to no avail.

It was eerily silent, only the waves crashing against each other present at the current.

I looked beside me.

Where’s Lucio?

I was anxious from my nightmare alone, but seeing him still not there made it worse.

Where could he be at a time like this? I was certain the others had all fallen asleep. I got out of bed and sauntered out in the open.

The breeze picked up and I had to squint my eyes. The waves were then characterized by torrent as the yacht wobbled on its sides. I walked and walked and then finally, I saw a familiar figure.

“Lucio! Are you alright!? Oh goodness ho—”

I stopped my tracks, noticing a brown, icky substance pooling on the ground. My heart throbbed in terror seconds later as the realization dawned me -- the substance was blood.

"Lucio! Oh my goodness! What happened?" I stepped closer, eyes still fixated on the pool of blood which trailed from Lucio himself. He turned around, eerily silent, with blood cascading his fingers -- even more of it on his chest area. Panic-stricken, I fumbled my brain for the easiest healing spell, only to stop as I fully took in what I was seeing.

Onyx sclera, horns sprouting from his forehead, bloodlust and a strong sense of utter wrongness in his demeanor.

I carefully stepped back. This wasn't Lucio. The others were nowhere to be found, and the blood...

It couldn't be.

"You're awake dove, so soon. I was hoping to spare you of the gory sight -- but oh well. It's almost over anyway. Wanna enjoy the show?"

Lucio -- no -- the abomination -- it couldn't be him! He looked down, as if to admire the gory masterpiece he had created. He stepped closer to me, licking a small blotch of blood from his swollen bottom lip, having a predator-like look on his face. I instinctively summoned my magic. He just chuckled -- so shrilly that it felt like thunder ringing in my ears.

"Come on [Y/N]! No need to be so afraid. I will never harm you. I love you."

"What did you do to Lucio?"

"What did I do to whom? Lucio? What did I do to myself? HAHAHA! Silly little pet, don't be so daft! I am your Lucio."

The magic in my tightly clenched fist began to grow more and more tangible. But a sudden, invisible compulsion tugged my consciousness away from concentration, pushing my back against a wooden panel where I winced and shut my eyes from the excruciating pain.

I could feel his shadow looming in front of me. I felt claws digging my throat, scraping my jaw and gripping it. I was forced to look at him. Even in darkness, his resemblance to my Lucio, and the rare looks he'd give me whenever we were alone, was terribly vivid. He smirked, revealing his sharp fangs.

"You still don't get it, do you? Aww, you look so adorable when you're helpless like this. Look at you, shivering..."

I gathered my strength to defeat the invisible chain around my body and surged my magic into the abomination. I stood up and looked down at him with loathing. I did knock him out -- but he recovered too quickly and chuckled. I covered my ears with the strong tintinnabulation and stepped back, wide-eyed.

Just then, appearing from behind a post was a limping, smitten figure, blood oozing from their stomach and mouth. It was Asra. He looked at me and mouthed, "Run."

Run. It all felt like deja vu.

"Run."

Run was all that he said before blood splattered on my vision, and the next image was too gruesome that I couldn’t move or even think anymore as it spontaneously replayed in my eyes.

Oh, God.

"Oh would you look at that! The magician is finally here! His apprentice can finally enjoy the last scene!"

"What did you do to them?! What did you do to them, Lucio?!"

"I simply got rid of them! They were all nuisances anyway. Liked rubbing their noses on our relationship. Taking bits of your time which should only exist for me."

My body quivered, looking at all the blood scattered around. I was loss for words for a moment. The only thing which brought my senses back was the horrible fit of laughter coming from him.

"T-They were our friends!"

"Our friends? So, like, you're choosing them over me?!"

"Lu -- "

"You said you'd be with me forever... Only the two of us, no nuisances. And I did the job so you don't have to! And now -- "

Asra surged his magic, knocking Lucio out for merely a few seconds that I was barely halfway running to Asra to help him out when Lucio got up again. Asra and I exchanged looks of terror. He had summoned a powerful spell that had always worked in the past, and for Lucio to heal so quickly was a terrifying premonition.

It was indeed Lucio, that I was sure of. Yet it didn't feel like him. The dark energy which he was emitting and oppressing us was so immense that it reminded me of...

"The Devil."

"Tsk, Asra! It's rude to interrupt while someone's talking. Didn't you learn common manners?! Oh, sorry, I forgot. No one was there to teach you, because your parents were imprisoned!"

I shared Asra's seething lividness at Lucio's words. We attacked him in unison, yet he dodged so easily, now entirely focused on provoking Asra and ignoring me.

"I always knew that you and my little dove once shared feelings. It was a long time ago, but I can't take the risk of them getting back to the surface. Sorry Asra, it's nothing personal. It's just my job to prevent that from happening."

Lucio grinned. I began attacking him simultaneously -- all attacks which he easily countered as if he was merely flicking a speck of dust. The last attack however finally sent him down. But it was no victory for us. Lucio was evidently annoyed now.

"So you're siding with him now, [Y/N]? I thought you loved me... But it doesn't matter. I can love you for the both of us."

"SHUT UP! Don't use your so-called love to justify murdering my friends, you bloody arse!"

Now he looked severely aggravated. There came a vivid change in his expression and the atmosphere. It was menacing enough before, but now it was on a different level.

"They've manipulated you so badly that you're even turning your back against ME. Well, this is gonna be a problem... As much as I want you to witness me finishing off your beloved master, you're completely siding with him now, aren't you? Well well... I don't like hurting you [Y/N], I really don't. You'll just have to forgive me for this one, okay?"

He began attacking me before I could prepare. I quickly countered though, but I was only on the defensive. He was tenfold stronger than me -- especially because his attacks were filled with too great vehemence. Asra backed me up, hitting Lucio from the other side, yet his attacks were futile. Not only did he had not enough strength left, but Lucio easily flicked his attacks away with his left hand while the other one kept on attacking me.

The insanity on his countenance grew the weaker I became due to constantly defending myself. In the end, I had failed to defeat him and landed on the wooden flooring with a thunderous crash. The last thing I saw was Asra's wounded face, full of anger and blood lust for revenge.

Would he make it? But.. Lucio was so much stronger than him...

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I awakened with a heavy weight pressing against my chest, the vestiges of my nightmare and the vivid, gory images of the events which happened still playing in my head.

Except, it wasn't a nightmare.

I knew this in my heart. Everything was real. Everything happened -- how I ended up being fettered in the yacht's interior. Still, I couldn't fully acknowledge that it was indeed what happened. I couldn't understand why all of this happened...

Why was this all happening to me? To us?

A few minutes later, a discernible figure whose countenance was graced with a haughty, odious smirk forged towards me. Lucio dropped on his knees, scratching my chin in an attempt to caress it, just like he did in the old times. But there was no warmth to his touch -- only pure lust. His actions were tainted.

And maybe they had always been, and I just failed to notice, because I believed in him. That he would grow and learn from his past mistakes.

I shivered in disgust as his lips met my jawline. I spat and glared at him, unblinking. A veer of emotions occurred in him and he tutted irascibly.

"What's this? You've always loved it when I do that to you. Now you're being a brat?"

I spat again, now on him. He snarled.

"You killed my best friends, you fucking monster! What happened... What happened to you?! I thought I know you, Lucio!"

The tears came unbidden. Thinking about it, we were so happy. I was excited to spend time with him and my best friends in Prakra. This was supposed to be a trip we could all enjoy... but what happened? I thought he was different from before! But then, he got worse... Lovesick, filled with lust for power, with the intention of keeping me all to himself.

"I thought I knew you too, [Y/N]. I thought you'd understand my intentions and work with me... but you're siding with them? Those trash? Ugh, you've blighted all the plans I've stored for just the two of us. But it's fine. Didn't I say? I can love you for the both of us. And it's not like you can escape, even if you try to."

I gritted my teeth. My resolve was adamant. I needed to escape and smite him, for the lives he had taken. This wasn't the man I loved anymore. Perhaps the man I loved never even existed. Perhaps all the actions he had given me were just fraud.

I wasn't going to underestimate that abomination, but I wasn't going to do the same with myself. I defeated The Devil once. Summoning my magic, I made him flew over the barrels, giving me enough time to untangle the magical chains restraining me. I hastily opened a portal and jumped straight just as he was about to get up. I only got as far to land on an island where I could still see the yacht on a veritable distance.

I panted. This was my time to call for back-up. Yet my heart leaped to my throat. His silhouette was already on the shore. He began taking his time walking towards me, now clearly livid.

I ran throughout the natural island maze with utter dread, moreso when I started hearing his voice. Not from my left -- not from my right -- but everywhere all at once, sharply ringing in my head and making me dizzy.

"You can run, but you can't hide from me. Don't you know, [Y/N]? We have a connection. This is what the universe gave us, a connection that only exists between the two of us. Do you know what that means? It means that neither of us can escape from one another! Wherever you go, you're bound to end up in front of me, [Y/N]!"

In a flash, I was blasted to the ground. And when I looked down, I saw a thin, sharp branch jutting from my stomach.

There was blood all over it.

I began to cough with the same red liquid. A healing spell -- I needed -- no... My hands were quivering. There was blood all over me. My vision began dimming. I began hyperventilating. Tears began cascading. I needed a healing spell -- just -- just one! And yet... Why couldn't I feel anything, anymore? The bright blue sky turned into a vision straight out of a nightmare. And an odious figure appeared before my eyes.

"See? I found you, my little dove."

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The Arcana - One Shot

This is a huge ass self insert moment. Asra and Lucio are my all time favs and while I did choose Asra as my main at first I gotta admit that broke me felt like he didn't want me, got my own feelings hurt after taking this game so serious and switched to lucios route in the meantime with the initial intention to distract myself while I collect enough coins for Asras route and boi oh boi- I fell for Lucio :p oppsie

CHARACTERS: Lucio, Asra

GENRE: kinda angsty tbh

READER: genderneutral

CONTEXT: romantic relationship (Lucio), platonic relationship (Asra)

WARNINGS: major spoilers of both routes I think, argument (nothing gets physical tho)

EXTRA INFO:

1) this plays during Book 12-The Hanged Man (1. Vicious Cycles) of Lucios Route (essentially right after everyone including Lucio returns from the magical realms but this definitely includes some info about MCs 'past' -

2) Essentially the reader used to have romantic feelings for Asra however decided to move on since Asra didn't make his feelings clear (yk the entire ordeal if you have finished his route better). Reader is romantically pining for Lucio in the present moment

As everyone got up to have lunch so did I. This entire ordeal had unravelled so much crucial information at once that ones hunger cues were automatically no longer prioritised. We walked towards the exit, however, before I could reach the door I felt Asra putting his hand on my shoulder.

"MC, can I talk to you for a minute?", we whispered, leaning closer as to make sure that nobody else heard. Nobody besides Lucio seemed to be bothered though even he decided to leave us alone - if not reluctantly.

"Is everything alright?".

It wasn't unusual for Asra wanting to talk to me in private. However, I hadn't gotten the chance to ask about his well-being ever since he had reunited with his parents. I figured that Lucios actions must have affected him greatly which I wasn't I aware of before. Infact I wasn't aware of anything Lucio had done in the past until now.

"Are you sure about Lucio?"

I knew exactly what he ment. He had obviously taken notice of Lucios fondness towards me. And I admit I didn't have any interest in hiding my obvious attraction towards him either.

"I know that he definitely likes you", Asra continued, "but you don't know him as well as I do. He wouldn't hesitate to harm the people around him for his own good.."

"Asra, I understand your worry", I sighed. His gaze remained on me, showing a hint of unsatisfaction or even disappointment. "But you know I can take care"

My tone must have given away my frustration since I was already very much familiar with these types of conversations with Asra.

"This isn't about you, MC", his tone sharpened as he said my name, "It's about Lucio. He isn't the kind of man he tries to make you believe he is-"

"Asra, I understand-"

"But do you?", he almost whispered. While his words were harsh his eyes were focus on me with their usual gentleness having returned before I had even noticed, too occupied with the topic at hand.

"Do you know about even half of the things he has done to not only me but the rest of us? The rest of Vesuvia?"

Asra stepped closer to take both my hands into his. His eyes shifted to our hands as he caressed mine with his thumbs. I could feel his magic tingling at my fingertips, a familliar and comforting feeling.

"MC, I wouldn't forgive myself for not being there for you. And I am sorry if I ever made you doubt that in the past"

I sighed. "But you did leave me-"

I shake my head as I slip my hands way from his, closing my eyes while my gaze shifts away from him.

"Asra, I don't doubt what you tell me about Lucio. But I have seen him change for the better step by step. I simply believe in him."

"So you don't care?" - "I never said that!"

Asra closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath attempting to calm his nerves. I felt guilty for not simply listening but at the same time this wasn't right. This wasn't right for him to do.

"It's much more about me making my own judgement", I continued, "I understand your pain and I don't expect you to forgive him."

Asras eyes met yours again, full of worry and doubt. I guessed he doubted myjudgement? My abilities? Maybe even doubted me as a whole?

"Please, MC. Listen. I say that with all honesty, if something happened to you I wouldn't know what to do with myself anymore. Please, don't do this", his familliar tenderness had returned as he replied. His hand found it's way to my arm caressing it affectionately, calming me down in the process. But I simply shook my head, this time not taking my eyes away from his pleading face.

"Just why do you doubt me so much, Asra?", my voice had become a whisper at this point. This wasn't the first time that I had asked him this question but this time I was burning for an answer. Was I truly that helpless in his eyes? Still? After all these years? I always thought I was strong, stronger than before at least. It was confusing for him to confirm my belief once and then tore it apart in the next.

"Just tell me, why Lucio? Out of all-why Lucio?"

Slowly his hand slid from my arm into my hand. I didn't hesitate in slowly engulfing his hand into mine firmly, my eyes never leaving his.

"He makes me feel wanted, Asra. I feel acknowledged. Strong even....I know I can't just trust him to be truthful like that but...I feel happy when I am with him"

"He isn't good enough for you, MC-"

"He's enough for me"

It was like time was frozen as we stood there. The silence within the four walls had settled in a comfortable yet noticable manner and I knew that I didn't want to break it.

"MC? The others are almost done having lunch and you're still sticking around this worryrat?" Lucio announced his presence as he barged into the room shaking both of us. Had he been listening this entire time? Chances are he never left since lunch wasn't exactly anything he could really benefit from in his current state.

I simply nod into his direction. I looked over to Asra who seemed to be very unhappy with Lucio barging in, however, his usual tenderness returns as I caress his back gently.

"We should go, don't you think?", I smiled at Asra gently pushing him towards the door, "You must be starving-"

I figured I gotta attempt writing in order to improve. Please lmk what you think about it. A comment or reblog would help a lot♡

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