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majulians-groupie · 2 months ago

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Headcannon idea! The main 6 finding mc stuck on the roof. How did they get there? Who knows!.

I LOVE THIS!!SOO....

Sorry that it took me so long to update,I will be doing all of the ideas that you guys recommended,it is just that it may take some time since studying architecture consumes my life energy.(LITERALLY,MY INSOMNIA ALMOST IMPROVED SINCE THE TERM STARTED😭)

I started writing a prologue to set the scene and I accidentally again wrote a 3.5k fluff one-shot.I'M SORRY I HAD TO,when I realised that my bullets were TOO long for a headcannon post , there was no coming back really.SOO,I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it,it was such a fun idea.Thanks for the feedback,it is amazing when we guys interact with eachother and share ideas!My dear anon,I hope you enjoy the belated reply!🪷✨️

EDIT:This idea fits surprisingly well with #vesuviaweekly 's latest theme,so I will be adding some very minor changes to make the story fit into that theme perfectly and submit it!♡

•To the fic:

♡JulianxMc FLUFF

"An unconventional proposal"♡

!(Just to disclaim,I tried to keep this gender neutral,so the words "knight" and "damsel" refer more to the stereotypes of these roles rather than the gender they traditionally come with")!

It was a casual Monday morning.You had just woken up and you were getting ready for the day.You decided you wanted to wear your favorite opal ring that was a perfect match to the earrings you were also wearing today.The thing is,the ring was nowhere to be found in your jewelry box.You angrily muttered to yourself as you were searching your entire bedroom,making a mess out of everything.It wasn't that you were so desperate to wear it today,it was just that this ring wa special,as it was a gift from Julian.

Julian,the sweetheart he was,had noticed you starring at it at the display of that jewelry shop every time you passed by.You were hesitant to buy it for yourself,since it was kinda expensive,but your softboi doctor decided it had been a while since he gave you a gift.He indeed, was a firm believer that gifts were not only meant gor birthdays and special occasions but for any moment you wish to give a little bit of joy to a person you love.He also generally loved to throw little surprises for you from time to time.

As you were getting angry that you couldn't find it anywhere,you see something shining from the window.It was your own ring,trapped in Malak's beak.You make a dissapointed gesture as you walk towards the raven

-"Of course.."

"Malak!Please give it back,I know it is shiny and you love it,but I don't want you to drop it like you did my necklace last time!Someone had snatched it off the street in seconds!

You knew it sounded ridiculous,but you could swear Malak glared at you before turning his back on you

-"OHH don't act offended mister!You got to admit you are just as clumsy as Ilya is.That's why you are so perfect for eachother!",you say in a fake sweet voice

Apparently your smartalk has only managed to piss him off more,since he decided to fly away.

"FUCK!"

As you climb up the window and jump to the front garden ,you notice malak on the roof,looking at you with a smug expression.You couldn't understand how a bird could express emotion so well.On the other hand,it was of course,Julian who would have the most dramatic familiar to ever exist.

-Malak come down!I have to open the shop!Asra is away with his parents!Come on!

As Malak literally ignores your entire existence, you hastily fetch the ladder climbing on top of the roof and screaming muttering to yourself.

-"I.NEVER.SIGNED.UP.FOR.MORNING.RAVEN.SITTING"

You calm yoursef down as you try to keep balance, and you slowly get close to the thelittlethiefbundle Malak.

-"Please Malak,come on!I haven't even had coffee yet!"

As Malak gets a little bit sympathetic to the well known fact that you were INDEED not a morning person,--and has been entertained enough by the whole to ordeal to get bored of your little cat and mouse game--he decided to fly back to you.

However,as he makes a movement and gains momentum,a stone hits his body and he falls to the ground,dropping the ring to the garden.You get over your shock as you see a bunch of kids no older than 12 years of age ,holding slingshots, laughing at the scene.

-"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" you exclaimed angrily

"You can't hit animals like that!"

-"Oh but it's fun!"One of the kids,that seems to be the oldest and the possible "leAdEr" of the group replies as the rest keep laughing loudly.

-"No it is not!You could have seriously hurt him!" You notice that thankfully Malak is okay,and he is slowly flying back to you.

"What if his wing had been broken?"

-"But he stole your ring,we were helping YOU!" another kid exclaims.

-"He was just messing around!All pets do stupid things from time to time,but you are never supposed to be violent with them!"

-"Oh calm down nerd" the same kid says,which earns even more raucous laughter from the rest of the group

-"You little s-"

Your insult is interrupted by surprise as you notice one of the kids picking up your ring from the sidewalk.

-"Put that down,it's not yours!"

You make a movement towards the ladder,but two of the kids notice you and before you can reach it,they grab it and throw it down.

-"HEYY!" You scream as you almost loose your balance,but thankfully steadying yourself up.

-"Since you don't seem so upset about that ring being stolen,maybe it is time for it to go to someone that appreciates it" the oldest kid shouts cheeckily.

He picks up your earring from the floor and makes a move to leave with the rest of his little gang following him.Even though Malak could be injured,that doesn't seem to stop him from immediately flying towards the kid's hair and grabbing it with his tallons.

You stare at the scene in horror as the rest of the kids try to untagle Malak from their friend's hair,but to avail.When one of the kids gets particularly aggressive, the raven bites them sharply making the kid run away screaming and crying.Seeing that they ought not to mess with Malak, the rest of them run away as well.The oldest kid,now alone with Malak still pulling his hair rather aggressively,tries to grab malak from his neck.This throws off Malak,and surprisingly,in one swift motion,the kid manages to get free from his tallons,but the raven still chases him down in hope of getting the ring back,leaving you alone on the roof.As you try to get over the shock of what you just witnessed,you can't manage to feel a little bit bad about the little rascal,but can't deny that he got a well deserved lesson about both animal cruelty and stealing.

"That will teach him some respect",you muttered to no one but yourself.

"Do some parents even bother to teach their children basic principles?"

You quickly realize there is literally nothing to help you climb back to the ground safely that does not involve a great amount of risk,a self induced levitation spell included.Since there is no one around to help you in case of injury,you decided to chill on the roof and enjoy the scenic view of your roof.It was literally one of the reasons you and Julian chose this house.It may be a little small cosy and a little far from the city center,but the view that hill gave you and the peace the little grove of trees is creating more than makes up for it.

The sounds of the cicadas and the birds chirping reminded you of your hometown. It wasn't long ago since you suddenly started getting flashbacks from the life before .

It first started with blur,infant memories of your early childhood,which mostly consisted of sounds and smells rather than images.As the months passed,your dreams were becoming filled with memories of you and your siblings playing,singing,fighting and your parents scolding you or laughing at scene.Your memories were still kinda foggy ,and their timeline was not exactly linear , but it gets better and clearer over time and still is of course,better than not remembering nothing at all.

You almost don't realize you begin to doze off,as the last thing you remember is watching a little chipmunk stuff it's cheecks with some seeds he found on the ground.

It was a lazy late evening.Last day of the week,and Vesuvia was going through its golden hour tranquility,where the the market stalls and the shops would close,giving their place to the lively taverns and dimly lit pubs.The only people left on the streets were merchants that were gathering up their stuff,or workers that were sheepishly returning home from their jobs.Julian was one of them, and was tired .

Even though open clinic days were the most entertaining, as he had the chance to socialize and come in touch with people from all around the city,there was always one vital issue.Along with his energy, they would also drain his social battery.And yes,even he,the infamous theater kid community theater star doctor had one.

And when in times like that,he could only speak to one person in the entire world,his darling MC.He was feeling a bit dim as they had not spoken to eachother at all today,since he woke up earlier than them,and didn't have a heart to wake them up.Limiting himself to a kiss on the forehead and a silent promise of one of their regulars cuddling-while-they-look-at-the stars-and-discusssng-about-life-while-slowly-falling-asleep-in-each-others-arms sessions,he left a goodmorning note on the kitchen and left for the clinic.

It was insane to him how well they communicate. How speaking to them somehow would make his mind relaxed,his chest lighter and his soul calmer,as if all the troubles in the world were insignificant.He was so greatful of those little moments of serenity.Six years ago,he wouldn't be able to convince himself that the existence of one person,could make him understand the importance of cherishing life rather than enduring it.

As he reached their home ,his sweet thoughts were interrupted by genuine surprise which didn't know whether it should turn to concern or laughter.

Not only MC was sitting on the roof alone,but they appeared to be calmly sleeping as if nothing was wrong.Julian quickly reached the house and went under the spot of the roof that MC was laying.He wanted to make sure they hadn't somehow fainted.To how on earth he found them unconscious on the fucking roof,was problem for another minute.

-"MC!MC ARE YOU OKAY?OMG

WHAT THE HEL-"

-"OH darling HI!"

You woke up startled,squinting your eyes,smiling at the site of your beloved doctor.

"You alright?You look tired!Was open clinic worse than usual?"

-"I...uh..WHAT?"

Julian could seriously not find the words to express his question and surprise about not only your whereabouts,but to also as to how could you take them for granted.

Seeing the confused look on his face made you remember that he indeed,found you sleeping on the fucking roof,so he pretty much deserved an explanation.

-"OHHH fuck.Yeah..about that...well,it's kind of a long story.."

-"Yeah I ASSUMED that love.Mind filling me in?You know I can't resist them",he smirks and looks at you playfully,now that he is sure that you are okay.He really can't wait to hear that one.

As you fill him in on the events of the morning,you begin to realize Malak has not returned yet.

-"You think something has happened to him?"you say worriedly.

-"No love,he is alright!I actually saw him chilling on his birdhouse at the clinic's garden before I left.No need to worry about him!He honestly looked rather calm, nestling and eating his snacks.He actually even accepted the almonds I have been trying to make him eat off my hand for ages.He also did not appear injured.Your knight in shining armor probably got tired and wanted to rest a little.."

-"But my ring..."

-"There is no use crying over tangible goods my dear."

-"But it was from you!",you said in an almost childlike naivety.

-"I will always be here,ready to go to the bowels of the earth,to fetch the finest of rings this world has to offer,one worthy to match your beauty,my fair damsel.But first,I am afraid I will have to assist your safe return back to the ground."

You see that look on his face,the spark in his gaze and his polished way-too-charming-for-his-own-damn-good smirk of his.He now is in theater mode. Well,there is really only one way from now on...

-"Oh my dear knight,thank goodness for your arrival!I was beginning to worry I will stay here for ages!Who knows what would happen if I were to miss the harvest ball?It would be such a scandal!"

-"I don't know whether you could really avoid that my fair lady.Court has been whispering you know.They speak of your shenanigans.They say that you are a scandal waiting to happen."

He throws the flirtiest and cheeckiest expression.

-"Oh..that's what have they been saying now haven't they?And where do you stand,curious knight?Do you wish to undig the secrets the face of the next subject of royal gossip is holding?While you also pretend to offer me guardianship nevertheless!How dishonorable of you!How dare you carry that shield and look me in the eyes?"

-"Honestly love, I wasn't exactly looking at your eyes at the moment though they are the most beautiful th..OH...um",Julian stutters as he realizes he broke character,which is very unusual for him.

"I am terribly sorry,my lovely vision!I wholeheartedly swear to you that my intentions were as pure as the light of the morning sun!It is just that I got enchanted by your glowing presence my dear!And can you really blame my curiousity?Who would not want to learn more about the secrets that angelic face holds?Oh,the witty and devilish thoughts everyone whispers you are capable of!I could only hope of ever gaining your trust to share them with me!"

As he steadies the ladder and carefully climbs towards you,he extends his arm.

"My love,I am happy to announce your little adventure is over!I am here to assist your safe return to the ground !Would you do me the honor of-

As Julian speaks a loud caw is heard from a distance.

-"Malak!" you exclaimed!

Malak flies towards Julian's hand with an incredible speed,dropping none other but your ring to his hand.

"Heyy!You got it back!Thanks buddy!You are amazing!" you excitedly say to him

As you turn towards Julian,you begin to realize,that he is positioned on a level lower than you,now with a ring on his hand.

Your nervoussness and awkwardness betray you as you simply stare at him,biting your lips,not knowing how to break that damn iceberg the ice

-"Uhhhh...."

You could see Julian's cheecks getting scarlet,his gaze anxiously going from the ring,to you .After a few very long seconds,he starts staring at the distance,his anxious expression ,turns into a michevious one with a playfull smirk appearing on his face.However,his gaze hid something more.A meaningful and deep look.If you didn't know him that well,you wouldn't also have noticed that the michevious looks was followed by another very specific expression.The expression he made when he realised a situation was getting serious.Our lovely doctor,master of improv,is actually able to handle this rather serious situation more than well.

Your thoughts are racing in your head,not daring to think that he would actually turn this into-

-"So...!!!!"he abruptly interrupts your inner monologue.

He clears his throat,trying to hide his nervousness.He really was a great actor.You wouldn't have realised the panic that hid behind that well practiced barrier if you didn't know him as much as you do.He may knew how to conceal the twitch of his eyelids,and the biting of his lower lip with practiced ease,but you could almost hear his brain-gears gritting.

"My darling MC,you royal Highness.My beautiful flower,sweet dove,light of my life in the darkest of moments and the most treacherous of times!I came here with a proposal!Your return to the ground can not only be done with the utmost of safety,but the acceptance of an offer.An offer that holds the most sacred of promises.A promise to cherish you,to protect you,to love you endlessly and stand by your side as you do what you always do,being the amazing person that you are!From the moment I first saw you I could realize that!Smart,funny,witty,and beautiful with the kindest of souls and the purest of hearts!Always down for a great adventure,one that would make one of the finest of stories to share with our beloved ones over warm drinks,or for us to remember when life shows it's harsh side to us!Always ready to sacrifice their own needs to help others,to open their home to everyone needing shelter and defending the ones that have been wronged even when they are not able to do it for their own selves!A true knight,hiding behind a damsels disguise!I could only dream of being a part of your legendary tale!Seeing it unfold,as the years pass,right in front of my eyes!The greatest of honors a kinght could be granted!Will you, my lovely vision,my comrade in crime,accept my humble offer?

You can't seem to be able to hide your surprise.A huge smile seems to be glued on your face as small tears escape your eyelids.To this day,when you recall this lovely and sweet memory,you still don't understand how on earth you were able to stay in character.

-"My lovely and brave knight!My dashing warrior,one able to overcome the darkest pits of both the mind and the soul.When I first saw you,you blinding presence was able to lit my dark mind,and give me hope.Hope, that things could start to make sense,as they never did around me.You were the last piece of a very chaotic but worth owning puzzle.You were right by my side as everything around me fell apart,as everything I ever knew about my world crumbled before me. As one of the biggest of revelations hit me during the most vulnerable of moments.But you were there.You stood by my side,supported me, became the backbone I needed to keep myself steady and keep fighting,as if we had no other choice if we wanted to protect the world as we knew it.You showed me what true strength meant.The strength of the mind,trust and the strength of patience.These are the ones that allow you to be vulnerable enough to accept the deepest of changes and thus,allowing you to evolve.Thanks to you, I stepped out of my comfort zone,and began the journey of discovering my new self,since the one I used to have was so abruptly taken from me.Thanks to you,I have learned to embrace change and move on,not dwelling into chasing a shadow of a long forgotten past.I learned to look into the future.And you my love,are my future!So yes,it would be only natural to accept your offer,and be your partner in life,along being your no 1 partner in crime!"

I throw a not so subtle wink at the last line.However, as soon as I finish pouring my heart to him,I realise I can not hold my tears anymore.But it is not just me.Julian does not even bother to wipe his own tears as he leaps from the last step of the ladder towards me and gathers me into his embrace.I almost feel I could dissappear into his arms,as he holds me as tight as humanly possible without hurting me and cradles my head,more tears of joy falling into my hair.He kisses my forehead and then we share a very emotional and deep kiss that turns into more and more.I feel him smile into my lips,and indeed,a big genuine laugh escapes him.I am now hold his face as I gently try to wipe his tears with my thumbs,beaming at him.

-"Happy about something"?

-"Only about the fact that my partner made me the happiest man alive!!And yeah,being the happiest man alive usually makes you look...I dont know..HAPPY!"I was actually trying to plan this for so long...Always trying to find the perfect time,place and moment.Always rejecting every ring I found at the market because it was not "the one".I was seriously overthinking this,as if deep down I thought a imperfect bad proposal would make you realise how bad I am for you, how I can't provide you with everything you deserve.He sighs.

"I'm sorry it took me so long...Malak must have seen me rehearsing in the mirror and decided to give things a *little* push.You think that's why he took your ring in the first place?"

-"Well..maybe.He always takes every shiny thing he finds at our home though.But I supposed he purposely opened my jewelry box."

You stroke his cheeck

"Anyway,it's not like I wasn't hesitating to plan a proposal as well,even though I wanted this as much as you.We really ought to give credits to Malak,for reminding us how stupid we are to still question how much we mean to each other"

-"Well,at least it worked well for me.I got to be in time to propose you before you did!"

I playfully smack him in the arm.He chuckles and reaches for my hand,interwining our fingers together and softly kissing it.

For the first time in that evening,I take notice of the night sky behind Julian.How he was sitting exactly in the middle of the diagonal line the galaxy drew along its surface.How the light of the moon and the stars ,along with the help of the dim light the lanterns in our garden provided embraced his features so perfectly.I was simply staring at at him,gaping,admiring him like a work of art,savoring the moment,working on preserving this wonderful memory forever in my mind's eye.

Even though he turns scarlet again,he can't bear but to be a smartass

-"Like what you see darling?

-"Very much dear"

We share another passionate kiss,and we end up on the highest point of the roof,nestled in each other's arms,admiring the beautiful scenery for the thousandth time as if it was the first.And in a sense,it was the first.That day we made a promise.That day we finally overcame our fears,trusted eachother and expressed an internal promise we had actually silently made years ago.A promise rather simple but complex at the same time. That we will always be by each other's side.That day,was the first day of our life.

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Sooo,THAT WAS ALL FOLKS!

I hope you liked it,I know it was kinda long,so if you are still with me,you truly are one of a kind🩷✨️🪷.

I didn't even plan to turn this into a proposal fic,it just kinda happened along the way LMAO.In retrospect however,this feels exactly like the way Julian would propose.Out of a sudden AND in theater mode.Gotta love the ✨️chaos✨️

Tell me if you want Headcannons of the same incident with the rest of the M6,I am thinking of writing them!

Until next time,if architecture has not consumed me

Stay cool,stay chill stay HYDRATED

Eva🩷🪷✨️

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arsenicxarcana · 6 months ago

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I have some affection for a lot of individual scenes in Lucio's route but it really does feel like when faced with the question of how do we deal with a route focused on the guy who's been our secondary/primary antagonist for years and resolve all the ambiguity the player might feel around his actions. They went "what if we just made him too stupid to live so he can only be held accountable the way you hold your dog accountable for pissing on the carpet"

It winds up both undercutting Asra Nadia and Muriel in their routes for taking this guy seriously as a threat and also putting the MC in this very weird mommy role

yeah i like some stuff or at least the potential for stuff but overall lmao

they disrespect my blorbo, they disrespect YOUR blorbos, they disrespect everybody's handmade blorbos - what does it say about MC that when we're the ones holding the leash helping him, he becomes the human version of wet pasta

from what i remember reading it feels like they're rubbing his nose in his shit without actually bothering to explain to him why this might be a problem in the first place, so ultimately he learns nothing and becomes more dependent on MC

they were never going to do him justice, i knew that. my expectations were low and NH sailed beneath the bar into the dirt

and like im not saying he should have been Evil or MC should have been Evil or whatever. im just saying, fucking. do something worth recommending the guy to other people outside of "ok hear me out in this one scene in one section of this other person's route--"

idk i guess i'll just go back to drawing porn of him and attract other goat enjoyers that way bc the route is One Big He Would Not Fucking Say/Do That and we just have to live with it

i love him as a whole, faceted being put together from all routes, but i know not everyone can do that

#asks #lucio #and i have to look at it if i want to rewrite it #and its a lot of effort #it is so much effort

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mibibosartblog · 1 month ago

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2018 dump, part 7, villain AU edition.

Short comic, Edward having been stabbed in the gut and in the process of being turned into a killing machine (essentially). Text reads: "You're a monster," / "Aren't we all, Eddie-boy?"

Default design of a self-insert villain, (we'll just call her Villain for now) based off of Ruber's song from Quest for Camelot. She's essentially a personification of trauma resurfacing, refusing to be forgotten.

Raiding armor

Stealth gear

Villain targeted and hit with several arrows in what would otherwise be an obvious weak point. All this really does is piss her off.

Sketch

Sketch of possessed/turned Edward. Colored variant here.

Villain targeting Asra from The Arcana game with an enchanted knife. I had planned to do several of these with various SO's as she makes her way through the roster and turns everyone. But of course, I never got any further. I did my boy Asra so dirty.

Ego catching Ed off guard in his possessed state, kissing him in hopes of changing him back. It doesn't work.

Alternate hairstyle for Villain

#artists on tumblr #fullmetal alchemist #alternate universe #edward elric #selfinsert #selfship #villain!au #the arcana

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snobgoblin · 4 months ago

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oh something I forgot to elaborate on and I meant to... on, Asra being good with customers, that usually means strangers will gravitate toward Asra over Danny when choosing their reader. and. though at the beginning of the story Danny does not have his memories...... this fucks with him. even if he doesn't actively remember details of his life YET he almost has like. the echo of them. so living in someone's shadow, yet again, the shadow of someone he loves, the shadow of someone more charasmatic than him, pisses him off to such a strong degree and he can't explain it. he's kind of embarrassed to admit it so he doesnt. Asra can't really explain it either because pre-plague Danny never talked about his brother. he didn't wanna help anyone speedrun ignoring him for Titus for sure so why would he? anyway Asra definitely KNOWS this pisses Danny off because they can feel his emotions, but he can't quite help him explain it. he doesnt have enough info. but he wishes he could and is very curious about where that feeling comes from- not to mention the strong emotion from seemingly nowhere does spark hope in Asra that he'll regain his memories, eventually. like they're not entirely wiped (and he would be correct! for better or worse)

anyway Danny didn't get his reputation around town from nowhere and the locals put a lot of trust in him when it comes to magic, especially considering his famiy has been doing this for generations. Danny isn't really aware of this reputation he has until he's going around the city and other people seem to recognize his surname, though. all that to say that though he's seen as mysterious and weird he's also seen as trustworthy, so even when Asra's off on a trip locals will usually still pay his shop a visit

#apprentice danny

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dotster001 · 2 years ago

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🦈 anon again, been a while

Was wondering if you have/could make a ranking list of your favorite games or characters?

SHARKY!!!!!! Hi, darling!

This is gonna be a long post so buckle up.

Let's see, so the games list changes depending on what I'm hyperfixated on at the time so I think currently,

1. Genshin Impact

2. Minecraft

3. Twisted Wonderland

4. Tears of Themis

5. Court of Darkness

6. Obey me

7. Ikemen Vampire

8. Ensemble stars

9. Ikemen Prince

10. Ayakashi Romance Reborn

11. Phasmophobia

12. Various Wii games that I will not list because it's embarrassing...

As for characters, I have a tier list of Twst characters that my sister and I made months ago, so it's probably not accurate anymore (fanfiction has changed me as a person 😅)

I have serial killer handwriting

We aren't going to talk about it.

The arcana isn't on the list cause I no longer play it, but I am madly in love with Asra. As for other characters, I'll go through the list above numerically....

1. I rank characters in games like genshin by who can kill my enemies the fastest, so my current favorites list is Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Noelle, the traveler, and scaramouche/the wanderer. Rosaria is growing on me, and I just got Alhaitham, but neither of them is super leveled yet so we'll see what happens. Also, Thoma, despite not being a killer, is a favorite. Klee and Kazuha are cuties, and Zhongli has potential to end up on my list (cause dragon) I just don't feel like I know him, and have never seen him fight.

3. All twst boys are squishy boys who need love and protection. I think Mal is my favorite, but it's one of those "do I simp for you, or am I projecting on you" situations. But aside from that idk a favorite.

4. Marius. Von. Hagen. He really solidified that I might be moro-romantic. But Vyn is definitely a close second, though he's in the same situation as Malleus.

5. I love Dia, cause he's me. I really enjoyed Fenn and Lou's routes. Roy is getting a lot of attention from me cause I'm pissed at Lynt rn, and the rest are squishy boys (except maybe guy. I never know how to feel about him)

6. Mammon. I love him. I love him. I love him. I would die for him. I like the rest too, to a ridiculous extent, but Mams is my favorite.

7. I've really enjoyed everyone's route so far. Vincent was my first man, but it's really hard to pick a fave. I really want to play Charles'route, but it's not out yet, so I'm just giving him love through events rn 😂

8. My top five who live in my office are Nagisa, Mayoi, Mika, Nikki, and Hiiro....but there's quite a few that have grown in me.

9. Yves , Clavis, and Rio are my current beloveds. I'd date any of them fr fr. Leon and Sariel get honorable mentions, and I think I'm gonna really enjoy Licht's route....but the rest I am a little scared for 😂

10. This game is so fucking good I can't. I really like the twins. Their true forms are so pretty, and they are both flustering in their own ways. I adore Kuya as well. I also like Kuro a lot, he's a squishy boy who needs cuddles. Yakumo, Aki, and kagemaru get honorable mentions, and I ended up really enjoying Aoi's route much to my surprise.

I think those are all the characters in games I currently play... hopefully this wasn't too much information, but it's your fault for getting me started 😂

#just some thoughts #ask me stuff #if you want me to dissect....#let me know #hee hee #🦈 anon

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fangaminghell · 2 years ago

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Philomena being op in a sense that wouldn't exactly be canon but also kinda would be. She kinda scares the twins a little.

( sorry in advance if I don't have the twins sound like, well, themselves. I'm not used to writing them at all lol).

" Philomena."

Philomena turned her head around to be greeted with not only Aurora, but Shiv as well. She smiles, turning around to face them fully. She doesn't flinch at the clear hostility of the black haired siblings, more so she's in her own head space, her own vibe. She lazily waves at the pair of siblings, as if they were an old friend.

" Heeeeey~" she hums, taking note of Aurora's hand hovering over her waist, where her PokeBalls were, " Long time no see! How's it been~ Keepin' happy and healthy, yeah?"

Aurora looks agitated immediately, but Shiv steps in front of her, now handling the conversation.

" Enough with that act of yours, that won't get you out of this," he hisses, but it doesn't bother Mena in the slightest. She tilts her head to the side, still smiling.

" Hm? I'm not exactly sure what you mean by that, but if we're here to talk, then let's talk!" She says cheerily. Aurora looks as if she's about to say something, but Shiv doesn't let her, holding an arm out before she could say or do anything. Aurora looks away in a huff, glaring to the side. Philomena is, again, unfazed by this. In fact it's quite amusing. She has to restrain herself from giggling.

" You've been tagging along with Asra, right? Ever since they slipped from Darkrai, you made it a point to stay by their side more often than you usually do," Shiv's gaze turns cold, " Which means you started to protect them, right?"

Philomena still smiles, shrugging at the twins. But it doesn't take a genius to recognize her demeanor has....changed. No longer did the area around feel at ease, as frustrating as that already was, rather it became a bit more....intense. Uneasy. But she still smiled as if she got a care in the world.

"Hey," she starts, her voice going lower than her usual pitch. It's laced with a certain sense of danger that makes Shiv skin crawl, "I'm not going to listen to you if you're gonna speak in riddles,"

She brings one of her hands to an ear.

" So speak it straight in a sentence or don't speak at all,"

That wasn't an ask. That was a demand. She was still smiling.

Shiv wasn't fast enough to stop his sister from marching up to Philomena with her mightyena, her eyes burning with anger. She gets up right in Philomena's face, glaring daggers at her.

" You want us to give it to you straight? Fine-"

"Aurora-"

" No, Shiv! " She quickly turns to her brother, ' We are not doing this. We are not playing by her fucking game,"

She turns back to Philomena, who merely stares back.

" We want you out. Away from Asra, away from this whole region. Now,"

"Oooooooh," Philomena says, her eyes being shadowed by the glint of her glasses. She giggles a bit before inches closer to Aurora, her smiling falling.

" And if I don't?"

Aurora, to her credit, stands her ground as Philomena says this, her voice challenging Aurora's word. The intensity of the situation just got worse, but it wasn't just from her or Shiv. Philomena stares down at Aurora with a superiority that quite frankly pisses Aurora off. So she smirks.

" We know about Cresselia. That she's weak, meaning you're weak too," she tilts her head to the side, bringing a hand to her cheek, " You don't have the means to protect yourself against Darkrai. Against us,"

Her mightyena growls, but Philomena doesn't flinch. In fact she smiles once again, that carefree energy coming back to her as she laughs.

" Well if you want a fight..."

A bright light appears, surrounding Philomena's shape. A sudden burst of energy emits from her forcing both Aurora and her mightyena to move back. This energy is powerful, overwhelming, far exceeding what both siblings thought Philomena could possess. Fear runs through the both of them. They were not expecting this-!

Philomena opens her arms out, as if opening for her hug. She smiles graciously at them as the energy around her suffocates the twins.

" I'll give you a heads start, yeah?"

#oc: philomena 💚#pokemon desolation #SORRY FOR BEING SUPER CRINGE BUT LIKE #i love it when the usual goof ball if actually a hidden badass so i had to show that with mena somehow #and this is what i got lol

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metalheadsforblacklivesmatter · 2 years ago

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hey @asra-null! thank you so much for the response to fae's post. this is @reaux07 and i just wanted to add my perspective as someone who is 1) multiply marginalized, but more relevantly, Black, and 2) pursuing a degree at the intersection of psychology, political science, and sociology.

i don't think anyone, at least within the confines of this post and the tiktok attached, meant to just let Black folks treat you however and suck it up. in fact, i encourage you to stand up for yourself, always, especially if you feel that you've overcome any internal prejudices that may be guiding your reactions. i worry, though, in your response that you've inadvertently equated being anti-racist with being nice or kind. the reality is that while we'd like the two to align, they don't always have to. it's more than possible to correct someone's actions or even being mean while maintaining the tenants of anti-racism!

that's because racism is more than just our individual interactions but rather a political system, a power structure of both formal and informal rule, socioeconomic privilege, and norms for the differential distribution of material wealth and opportunities, benefits and burdens, rights and duties, as roughly written by Charles Mills in The Racial Contract.

in the moment you decide to strip away a Black individual's right to humanity, the situation becomes so much more than just the two of you, but rather the perpetuation of an institutionalized, coercive hierarchy.

so that's my reply to the first part of your post. no one is saying be nice no matter what to every Black person you meet, but i am saying to at minimum respect our existence. you don't have to fall back on racism just because someone has treated you poorly. their actions should fall back more on their character than the color of their skin.

and to the one line you said about humans not wanting to automatically be viewed as inherently evil and suspicious, i entirely agree from both a historical and personal perspective! but i will say to keep in mind that when this point of view is held by people of color towards white folks, it's done as a coping mechanism not in reaction to manufactured fears, but real abuses. i could go in detail for ages but never truly would my words capture what i and my people have experienced and continue to experience, even more so for my kin darker than i am.

i agree. the situation is fucked up. and i agree, we should treat each other like human beings. but i just hope the true complexity of anti-racism versus being complacent in your own harm has been conveyed to you, if only a little bit.

-- reaux (she/they)

Yo. It's Fae. Reaux and I both have relevant but different perspectives to reply to this post. So we coordinated to both give input.

And frankly Reaux is a lot more patient and nicer than I am, so I'm glad she got to start off.

But if your activism is dependent on the oppressed community being nice to you? You're not really an activist. If your activism is reliant on the oppressed community throwing themselves at your feet thanking you? Your not really an activist. Black people do not owe you niceness just because you give a shit about the fact that they're oppressed. That's shit I had a really fucking hard time learning, and I'm sure there's still Black people on Tumblr that have me blocked and hate me for it (rightfully so, honestly).

As a white person, I'm not owed fucking shit for giving a shit about Black peoples oppression, especially not niceness.

As a disabled person, queer person, a person that experiences misogyny, I'm pissed the fuck off about the discrimination I've experienced. Rightfully so, in my opinion, and my feelings are valid. It's not fucking fair, and I'm pissed the fuck off. Why the fuck would I expect Black people to not feel the same?

Moreover. Every community has its members that are absolute assholes. There's disabled people that are assholes. Women. White people. And, yeah. Black people. Why is your sympathy towards the experiences of Black people reliant on the entire community being nice to you? That's the most entitled fucking bullshit I've ever heard.

Is it okay for anyone to be an absolute dick? Of course not, but that's no excuse to say your activism is conditional. If your activism is conditional, that's entitlement. Period. If your reason for supporting someone is for anything other than "discrimination is wrong" that's entitlement. Period. If there's anything that someone can do to make you say "Actually, I think discriminating against you is okay" that's entitlement. Period.

I'm not sorry. If you aren't supporting the liberation from discrimination of a person because they're mean to you? Then you're just supporting they're discrimination.

By all means. Hate a person for being a dick, but that's no reason to retract your sympathy for the discrimination they experienced.

-fae

It sucks but as a white person and supporting ideals like BLM and anti-racism HAS to come from some sort of internal healing where you don't need validation from others around you.

What especially sucks is BIPOC has a much stronger sense of community than white people do, and white people often have to break from the little bit of community that they have to support these movements.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRqoUDA4/

And this isn't a "Boohoo us anti-racist white people have it so hard" post. It's telling other anti-racist white people that they need to know that they need to rely more on their own internal validation than outside validation to continue to stand up for what they believe in.

-fae

#reaux reblogs

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luna-drinker · 5 years ago

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I think the straw that broke the camel's back in Asra's and Julian's relationship was when Asra found out MC was Julian's dead apprentice.

#the arcana #the arcana hc #julian devorak #asra alzanar #you cant change my mind #asra would have been so pissed

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lancelitttle · 3 years ago

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I would like to kill the people from the other campus rn

#Bloody agsksjsks incompetent #Fuckers #I do love my prof... But I would kill her students #Excluding me and my friend from this campus #Just do y'alls damn work #I know stuffs been difficult but you should have been doing your stuff from before the bloody floods #If you actually did your work I wouldn't hate y'all rn but y'all be looking for every reason to avoid doing stuff so fuck you all very much #I'm so pissed rn #Asra rambles #Asra's uni shite

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teeth-farie · 2 years ago

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Hysteria 2.0

Lucio/AMAB Reader

Notes: plague era, doctor/patient, handjobs, mask kink, cum eating, a bit of cbt, humiliation/degradation, piss, lucio can’t get it up, prostate milking, 6k words

☞. . . The long awaited sequel I mentioned! If you read the first and thought ‘hey just jerking him off isn’t enough’ then this is the fic for you!

Your world is dark and red and plague coats the streets as thickly as molasses. It seems the city has crumbled a little more with each person that falls. With a life so bitter, you clung to the ounce of hope you had and applied for apprenticeship under a doctor at the palace. Asra left, desperate for distance from the city but you couldn’t join him—you wouldn’t, this was your home and you’re determined to piece it back together no matter what it takes.

The pungent smell of rubbing alcohol and the distant tang of coppery blood assault your nose even through your mask. The skittering of beetles from the pit buzz in your ears like terrible white noise, fueling your unease—but you persist, this is your job now. You chose this.

“I trust you to go on your own this time. It’ll be no different, it’s just like we’ve done together.” Doctor Devorak speaks monotonously and his eyes are bruised with sleep deprivation. Constantly, he hunches over books and furiously scribbles notes in an attempt to find a cure. Would it be in vain? You’re unsure, but if this takes a little stress off his shoulders, you’ll do it. “Be careful.” He says after a moment's hesitation.

In your bag, you carry all the equipment you need for your patient. Count Lucio.

You’ve gotten as used to his cocky persona as much as one possibly could. Even riddled with the plague, he still acts as though he’s the same man as before. He knows he isn’t—though denial is the greatest placebo. You’ve gotten used to your mask by now and your lenses barely fog up anymore. It scares Lucio, though he doesn’t show it willingly. You rap three times on his chamber doors before entering.

His room smells of disinfectant and night air that seeps through his cracked window. “Good evening, Count.” You greet coolly, approaching his bedside and placing your bag on top of an oak wood dresser. Lucio scans his eyes over you, red and puffy. “Which one are you?” His voice is rough and scratchy, you assume he’s been having coughing fits. You answer him with your name and he seems to perk up. “Your voice is too muffled with that thing.” Lucio gestures vaguely at your beaked mask. “Where’s Doctor Jules?” He watches as you unpack your bag and pull out various tools.

“Working.”

“He’s no fun. You know what they say, three's a party.”

Lucio is a terrible flirt and he doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care about boundaries between doctor and patient. If it were up to him, he’d have both his favorite doctors in his room with him after hours. But that isn’t what this is, he’s reminded. He’s a dying man and it’s a procedural matter.

You don’t answer his cocky remark and gather your stethoscope. You plug it in your ears and press the metal disk to his chest. “Hey! A little warning might be nice!” Lucio groans, nearly jolting at the cold metal. “Quiet, I need to hear.”

Luckily, he shuts up and you listen to the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. You move it over his lungs and his breath rattles. “I need to put it under your shirt.” You lean back up and Lucio grins. “Oh? If you wanted me shirtless you just had to ask.” He grins and you roll your eyes. “You don’t need to take off your shirt, I’ll put it under.”

You lift the hem of his linen shirt and press the metal to his naked chest. It draws a gasp from him that you ignore. You move it across his chest where you need to listen and reach around to press it against his back. His lungs sound like a baby’s rattle, scratchy and clogged. His skin is warm to the touch though you can barely feel it through your thick gloves.

You move the metal disk higher and lower as you need it and Lucio’s heart rate accelerates as you move back to his chest.

“Remember to stay calm, we needn’t any heart palpitations.” Your voice is smooth and methodical. Setting the stethoscope aside for a moment, you fetch a band from your bag. “Would it be wrong for me to say you make my heart skip a beat?” Lucio croaks, completely ignorant of your lingo.

“Yes, that’s what a heart palpitation is, milord.”

“Right, I knew that.”

You grab Lucio’s right arm with gentle hands, turning it to expose the crook of the reddened flesh and tying the band tight around his bicep. He winces at the pinch of skin and watches you like a hawk as you place the stethoscope under the band and plug it back into your ears. You watch the clock across from his bed, counting each beat of his heart with practiced ease. Lucio barely holds in the painful cough once the full minute is over, turning his head and covering his mouth with the palm of his hand.

You take a moment to write down his vitals and rub his back while he swallows thickly and clears his throat. “Why are you doing that.” Lucio’s voice comes off more nasally than usual, craning his neck to peer over his shoulder where your hand lays. “I’m offering you comfort. Do you want me to stop?” You feel you may have crossed a line despite the count's provocative nature.

“No! No. By all means, keep touching me.” Lucio attempts to keep the familiar swagger in his tone yet you don’t miss how desperate he’d sounded for that split second.

You don’t reply to him, just moving your gloved palm to his forehead and the heat seeps through the leather. You sigh softly. “Fever still high. May I try something, milord?” You question and Lucio scoffs—well, the best he can without sending himself into a hacking fit. You take that as a ‘whatever’ and loosen the fingers of your glove, pulling it off. Lucio watches with interest as you place your bare hand to his clammy forehead and summon a simple cooling spell. He groans softly and leans into your hand.

“How’d you do that?”

“I’m well acquainted with magic.”

“Magic, huh? Must’ve lucked out with you, eh?”

Again, you pass over his comment and press your fingers over his temples and behind his ears, alleviating him of possible migraines. Your patient sighs a deep breath, the tension in his body slowly relaxing. “Keep that up and I’ll have to order you a raise.” Lucio hums and you remove your hand, slipping your glove back on. “I’m not getting paid, milord. I volunteered to help.” You clarify and the count gawks at you.

“You willingly chose to do this? Man..” he clicks his tongue and makes a sound of disbelief.

You continue the routine you’ve practiced with him before, taking notes on his behavior and advancements with his sickness.

“Have the assistants been helping you with your physical therapy?” You question, setting the quill down in its holder as you address Lucio. “Hmph, they haven’t even tried.” He huffs, staring ahead at the painting across from his bed—a commissioned portrait of a man defeating death, how ironic.

“That’s no good..” you mumble. “I’m assuming no one has taken you walking?”

“No. None of them want to touch me—I mean, I’m the COUNT, who wouldn’t want to fawn over me??”

You let him ramble as you take note of the lack of aid from his assistants. “I’ll help you with simple stretches today. I’ll give word about the slacking.” You announce, taking a moment to pop the joints in your arms and back. If you weren’t mistaken, the count would be like dead weight at this point, and stiff joints wouldn’t help you in this endeavor. “Are you ready, milord?” You prepare yourself to haul him upright at the edge of the bed, only waiting on his consent.

“If you hurt me, I’ll kill you.”

“This won’t hurt, I’m only going to relieve your body aches.”

Lucio gives you a skeptical look before nodding his head, pushing his arms out to allow you to grip under his arms, fingers pressing into his ribs as you help to position him. “First we’ll start with your arm; we can tackle your prosthetic later, though I’m sure you might need to take a break from wearing it to keep your skin from chafing…” you ramble on, more so to yourself than Lucio. He winces at the notion of removing his prosthetic, lips curling into a snarl. “No, the arm stays on.”

You only nod. “Yes, milord, I’ll make sure to inform the others of your decision.”

Lucio sits as straight as he can, back still aching as you take his right arm and start with overhead stretches. Sweat stains litter his shirt, and you make a mental note to have someone help him change after your checkup. Your thumbs glide down the inside of his arm, down over the red veins and to his wrist, pushing his hand down, holding, up, holding. Lucio watches like a predator watches its prey, yet sitting there with his hand in yours, back hunched, he seems more of a sad child; one who wears a pout on his face and kicks his feet where they dangle from his chair.

A strand of dull blonde hair falls into his face, and you push it back without really thinking about it, briefly raking your fingers through in a swift moment to instill its place among his hairline. Lucio closes his eyes, a rattling sigh and a sniffle of his nose. Something tells you to stay just a moment longer, and so you do, only under the guise of massaging his temples to relieve his headaches.

“We’ll do bed stretches for your legs, we needn’t overdo it.” Your voice, muffled by the leather beak of your mask, breaks him from his stupor. Lucio nods and clears his throat, which only leads to another coughing fit that you rub his back through. “Lay back when you’re ready.”

He raises his brow, then chuckles raggedly. “I knew you’d come around,” Lucio heckles, half falling back onto his elbows. You tut and guide him back yourself. “You have to lay back so I can stretch your legs.”

He rolls his eyes, rubbing the cool metal of his hand over his forehead. “Let me have a little fun, won’t you?”

You don’t answer, unwilling to fuel his fantasies. Your gloved fingers wrap around his ankle, one hand holding by the heel of his foot and the other in the crook under his knee. Slow and steady, you push his leg forward, knee bending near his chest. You don’t push it, just holding for a few seconds before pulling back and repeating.

Lucio doesn’t know if it’s just the fever talking, or the warm solid body maneuvering his, but he can feel the already present flush on his face getting hotter, his heart beating faster within his rib cage. He takes a deep breath, then out. This isn’t too bad, just stretching. Just his doctor's apprentice stretching his legs for him, with that hideous mask that for some reason has butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“Good job, keep breathing just like that.”

Shit. He really wishes you wouldn’t talk like that right now.

Now you’ve set his foot on your shoulder, using it as leverage to push it back, focusing on the hinge of his hips, and by god does that send his blood right between his legs. You don’t notice the stirring in his trousers, nor do you stop and look—then again why would you look.

You release his leg and move to the other, repeating the same cycle from before with intense concentration in those hollow eyes of your mask.

Lucio’s breathing is getting heavier, you notice, so you stop. “Milord, are you o… oh.” The air in the room freezes, everything still and your heartbeat rises in your ears. “I apologize, I’ll leave you to tend to yourself,” you flounder, immediately turning to pack up your bag. Nothing prepared you for this, none of your training ever taught you how to approach this kind of situation.

“Wait!” Lucio struggles to push himself up, but he gets there, braving his arms behind him. “You’re not just gonna leave are you?”

That scene is still replaying in your head, the Count flat on his back with his legs fallen spread on the bed, eyes trailing down in between his legs—somewhere you never should have looked. “I, I mean, this is unprofessional,” your hands clenched at your chest, soft leather creaking at your joints. “That would be taking advantage of you.”

Lucio scoffs. “Taking advantage of me? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my role, I could have you executed if you so much as pissed me off.” He swallows, pressing his hand down on the bed in between his legs, his wrist and forearm blocking the soft tenting in his pants. “So believe me when I’m asking you to do this,” there’s a new softness on his face, like he was just moments away from getting onto his knees—well if he could get on his knees.

You straighten your back, hands falling to your sides. “Ok, then. Ask me properly.” You demand, heart beating wildly in your chest nonetheless. For a moment Lucio looks almost surprised. Then, a catlike grin spreads across his pale face.

“Please Doctor, would you touch me?” He damn near purrs the word, the persistent flush on his face darkening for other reasons. “You wouldn’t leave your patient crying, now would you?”

You gather your bearings, heart hammering in your chest. A tad too stiffly, you begin searching through your bag. “Hey, I did what you wanted. What’re you doing now?” Lucio bobs his head around in an attempt to peer into your bag. You snap it shut after finding what you needed. “I won’t do it dry. Lay back, this won’t hurt a bit.” You unscrew the jar of vaseline, setting it down with a little clack onto his nightstand. Lucio’s already laid flat on his back by the time you turn around, struggling to shimmy out of his pants.

You grant him some reprieve, replacing his hands with yours and tugging down the waistband. “Finally,” he groans, cool air wafting over his hot skin. His half-hard dick lays on his belly.

“Now, stay still.”

With a gloved hand coated in lubricant, you grab his cock, slowly pumping him into full hardness. Lucio grips at the bedsheets, expensive linens wrinkling under his hands. The leather of your gloves glides across his heated flesh softer than he imagined it’d feel- the worn-in material like pure heaven.

“Doctor,” he gasps again, pants still snug around his thighs while he gives a pathetic buck of his hips. You press your free hand against his lower stomach, thumb rubbing right under the head of his cock. “Stay still, we needn’t cause any distress. Your palm acts as a stabilizer against his stomach, keeping him from the rowdy attempts at what his previous, healthy, body would have reacted with.

“I hope this relieves some stress, milord,” you twist your wrist and Lucio shudders. “Your health and well-being are my greatest priority.” Your thumb strokes along his jutted hipbone, mask-clad head tilting the tiniest bit to the side as you watch him writhe and pant.

“That’s-“ a heaving cough wracks through his body, making his stomach clench and cock twitch in your hand. “Th-that’s not sexy talk at all.” He groans, eyebrows furrowing and sweat dripping down his temples. “Oh?” You rub your thumb over his slit and a shuddering moan falls from his lips. “You seem to be gaining gratification right now, is this not sufficient? Would you like me to be a little more…intimate?” You press down lightly on his lower stomach, feeling his dick jump again in your hand as you start pumping faster.

“I-it would be, hg- fuck, helpful,” Lucio chokes, hastily trying to kick his pants off his thighs, the need for more mobility clawing up his spine until he's wiggling like a worm trying to get free.

You sigh, letting go of his dick and letting it fall against his stomach in favor of grabbing the hem of his waistband and sliding them down his legs. They fall to the floor with a soft thump. Lucio lifts his legs up to his chest, trying to make purchase on the edge of the bed rather than dangle off. “Don’t squirm, you’ll only hurt yourself.” You take his dick in your hand again and give another pump, something that makes his legs tremble. “Don’t tell me what to- ohhh,” his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering when you start stroking again, fast and methodical. He shouldn’t be much longer now, not with how he's starting to leak on your gloves.

His toes curl in his socks, his cool metal hand fumbling to brush up his shirt and thumb over a peachy nipple. You roll your eyes under your mask. You might as well.

You reach up and let your fingers rub over his second nipple, and the rumbly groan of delight that leaves his ragged throat is clue enough that you’ve made the right move. “You’re- you’re fucking creepy-” Lucio keens, weakly rutting his hips up.

“This mask is for my protec-”

“I know,” he heaves a great big breath with you carefully stroke his dripping slit. “The mask- it-it’s creepy but it's hot and, and-fuck!”

One well-timed grind of your finger under the head and tug on his nipples has him cumming abruptly, his thin hips giving aborted thrusts as weak loads of cum splatter against his stomach and taper off to drip down your gloved knuckles. Slowly, you taper off your stroking until he's gone soft in your hand. “I hope you feel satisfied. Now,” you give a disguised grimace under your mask at your gloved hand. “I should be taking my leave-!”

Lucio locks his legs around your hips, nudging you up against his as your knees knock against the edge of the bed. He leans upon his golden arm. “S’ not enough,” his heels dig into your tailbone. “Fuck me, fuck me like you mean it.” Your shock limits you enough for him to grab your soiled hand and bring it to his face. “You love your Count, don’t you?” He holds your wrist as he drags his tongue over your palm, licking up his own mess. “I’ll reward you, you can use me like a toy-”

The moment he tries to kiss your palm you yank your hand away with a sucked in breath, your heart hammering in your ears. You should leave, you should put a stop to this and forget that this ever happened.

…But you don’t. You don’t step away. You harden your gaze behind your mask and brace your hands on either side of his ribcage, looming over him.

“You really think you’re still in charge, don’t you?” Your voice comes steady, and you can almost see the shiver that runs through Lucio’s body. “Do you think this would be a reward for me? As if I didn’t do this because I pitied you?”

“Pity-!“ he guffaws, though quickly shut up the lower you lean into his space. You’re like a predator above him, the soulless beaked mask covering any sense of humanity. And honestly, wasn’t this what he wanted?

“Hold your tongue, milord, unless you’re using it to confess the truth.” The beak of your mask pokes against his blushed nose, and he scrunches up in reflex. His lips press into a thin line, barely hiding the tremble. “You begged me to touch you like a common whore- you will respect me. And if you truly want me to fuck you, you will beg again.”

There’s silence for a moment throughout the room. It’s still aside from the labored breaths, the baby rattle of his chest. Then, slowly, you can see his tongue poke into his cheek and confusion gathers in your mind until-

Lucio snorts and spits onto the beak of your mask. “Fuck you.”

Slowly, his viscous saliva slides down the bridge of your mask's nose, tinted with red specks and blood. You lean up, lips tugging into a scowl. With a quick movement, you swipe the spit off your mask and grab the Count by the face. Lucio winces, red eyes narrowing on you. “You insufferable little brat. You should be lucky I even touched you, not with your wife ignoring you up in this wing. Does she know you flirt with me? Does she know that you’re begging for scraps of attention like a dog? Does she care?”

Meeting your steely gaze, tinted by the red lenses of your mask, something in Lucio changes. You’re his only hope in any affection, you’re his only chance to be loved again–no matter how cruel it starts. Something in Lucio breaks.

“Give it to me.” He croaks, his nose hot and eyes wet. “I-I’ll take whatever- just love me, please.” …is what he doesn’t say. Instead, he swallows that pride of his and mutters a bitter ‘please’.

“Louder. I can’t hear you.” You demand, fingers pressing into his cheeks and squishing his face. His lips pucker embarrassingly. “Please.” Lucio repeats, louder and rough. Seemingly satisfied, you let go of his face and pat his cheek like rewarding a dog. “Now was that so hard? Someone should have taught you manners.” You knock his legs off your hips and return to your bag, rummaging for the vaseline you put back too soon. “I ought to put that mouth of yours to work, keep you quiet, but I don’t trust you not to bite.”

Lucio scowls, yet his heart quickens again as you unscrew the jar and scoop out a glob of viscous goop. “Wanna try your luck?” He slurs instead, tapping his teeth together as punctuation.

With your cleaner hand, you knock his legs back together and grab under the knees, pushing them up to his chest. He makes a gurgled sound of surprise, semi hard dick still hanging between the gap of his thighs. “I’d rather pull the stick out of your ass.” You grin a sarcastic grin, not that he can see it anyway. Lucio rolls his eyes, although short lived as they shoot open with the first prod of your fingers.

“Shit!” He yelps. “Couldn’t have made it warmer?” His toes curl in his socks, clenching up at the feeling of cold lubricant against his skin.

“You’re awfully spoiled, do you know that?” You rub circles over his rim, slowly warming up until he’s stopped clenching up so tightly. He grumbles, though goes quiet when you push the first finger in. You look up quizzically and find his eyes have clenched tightly shut.

“What is it now?” You ponder, finger sliding in and out, in and out, repetitively until he’s relaxed more and more. “Milord.” You call, crooking your finger up and-

“FUCK!”

The shout takes you off guard, and you almost pull your finger out until you see the tip of his dick wet and sticky with pre. “Oh?” You hum, bringing your finger in position again to rub at the gland inside. Lucio nearly chokes, dick twitching again in front of you. “Oh what a shame, it must have been so long since someone has touched you here, hasn’t it? If you’re giving me a reaction like that.”

“Shu-uuuoh-“ pre is steadily dripping from his slit, much more liquid than before as it pools on his balls and taint. “Ughn- j-just fu-huuuh-“ his eyes roll, heat pooling in every part of his body with each forceful press against his prostate, milking yet another glob of pre from his cock. “Fuck me alreadyyy,”

You tut, pulling your finger out and slathering more vaseline on. “Just a finger in and you’re already whoring yourself out- oh, my mistake, you already did that already.” You slide two fingers in, watching as Lucio’s rim widens and sucks in your digits. He can’t find himself to come up with a witty reply, too caught up in his own pleasure to comprehend half of what you’re saying.

More and more he loosens, weakly fluttering around your fingers with each pump. Three fingers in, and his pre- or at this point just cum- has dripped down onto your knuckles and coated his back end. “Filthy old man, you’re leaking all over my hand.”

Lucio guffaws. “Old?!” He babbles out his disdain for the adjective quite nasally.

You push three fingers up firmly against his abused prostate, grab his balls in your other fist, and squeeze.

“FU-HUUH-“

It’s almost as if the cum has been squeezed out of him, forceful sprays of the liquid splattering across your beaked mask. You flinch at the splatter, yet give his balls one more firm squish and twist before letting the flesh go, watching his dick fall limp between his thighs.

“Do you still want me to fuck you, Milord? Are you still craving my touch?” You slide your fingers out of his ass with a wet squelch, wiping your gloved hand in his thigh.

Lucio stares at the ceiling for a moment, vision spinning and chest heaving. He’s sore already in the groin, yet he wants more. You’ve given him a taste and now he’s starving; you’ve shown him your cruelty tonight, and he can only imagine how else you’ll beat him down. “Yes-“ he swallows, leaning up on his elbows to get a good look at you.

He nearly falls back again at the sight. That horrific mask that he hates so much, splattered with his own semen. It fills him with an odd feeling, one of both arousal and discomfort. That mask plagued him- literally, and now seeing it tainted, seeing it in a new light, it makes his chest tighten and privates throb. He…likes this mask, when it’s on you. And that thought both scares and excites him at the same time.

“You’ve gotten me messy,” you rise, meeting him face to mask and caging him in. “And you’re going to clean it. Go on, lick it clean like the mutt you are.”

Lucio grimaces, staring at his own reflection in the big red glass eyes of your mask. And then, somewhat to your own surprise, he sticks his tongue out and timidly laps at the end of your beak. You lean down a little further, the tip of the leather beak pressing against his lips.

The sickly blonde turns his head to the side of your mask, licking a stripe against the cool leather, cleaning his own semen from the material. He groans, sloppily licking the rest of the sticky mess off your mask with enthusiasm unfit for his previous behavior. You can only suppose it’s his not so secret desire to be humiliated.

His eyes have glazed over a bit, his licking leading back to the beak of your mask, his lips parting further like he wants to try and take it in his mouth. You chuckle and give his cheek a rough pat. “You’re that eager to have your mouth filled, huh?”

Lucio straightens up in a sense, embarrassment crossing his face. “I- Shut up!”

A type of wolfish grin stretches your lips and you stand straight, re-spreading his legs and unbuckling your belt. The count licks his lips. “Fucking finally,”

“Don’t get so cocky, milord, with how desperate you’re acting it might be too much.” You unbutton the front of your trousers and pull your cock through the hole, heavy and aching in your gloved hand. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle.” He seethes, yet angels his hips for you as you press the head of your cock against his stretched rim. You push into him without any further warning, easing into his lube-soaked hole with a low groan.

Lucio’s jaw falls slack, a strangled and aborted sound coming from the back of his throat.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you needed, milord?” You punctuate with a quick snap of your hips, forcing the rest of your dick into him. He gurgles, hands coming up to his mouth as a heavy coughing fit tears through his chest.

“Yes,” he croaks when the coughing subsides, the convulsion making him clench tightly around you. “Fuck, I needed it, so bad,”

You brace your hand against his skinny stomach, slowly pulling out and pushing back in at your own pace. Lucio groans in protest, complaining about the speed and making half-thought jabs. “All, all that talk,” he laughs breathlessly, though his eyelids flutter and he chokes on a whine when you bottom back out. “Can’t e-even fu-“

You roll your eyes, pull out, and snap your hips back in.

“Fuck!” His own cry punctuates your thrust, his head knocking back against the bed.

You build a quicker pace, fucking into him roughly and without care. Right now, he’s your plaything.

The rhythmic slapping grows louder and louder, blended with pitiful moans and cries, vulgar and desperate. Lucio’s face screws into one of brutal pleasure, his teeth grit and eyes screwed shut; all framed with the brightest cherry blush, only partly from his sickly hue.

You tear your gaze from his face, trailing down his frail chest and stomach and-

“…you’re not hard.”

You slow and grab his limp cock in your hand, roughly pumping it. “You’re all limp, Milord.”

His eyes shoot open, something like fear and humiliation flashing in his red eyes. “D-don’t,”

“Don’t what?” You dig your thumb into his slit. His dick gives a twitch but ultimately remains soft and useless. “It’s not my fault your dick is broken.”

Lucio snarls, though it holds no true malice. You slide your hands under his knees and push them up by his chest, picking up the pace again. His head rolls, hand reaching out to paw at your chest, fingers hooking on your light colored uniform. His flaccid dick slaps against his belly with each push of your hips, and the forceful press jolts him up against the bed almost violently.

“You truly are useless,” you spit, hips slapping against his, heart hammering in your chest. Lucio gasps and heaves, his sickly pale skin flushed red and sweaty. His sunken eyes are tear-filled, dampening his lashes and sliding over his cheekbones. “All you’re good for is warming my cock.”

To your surprise, Lucio hiccups and nods, weakly holding onto the bunched fabric of your shirt. In that moment, you realize just how weak Lucio is; how frail his body is, and how easy it would be to break him.

“You stopped,” he croaks, weakly punching your chest. “Duh-don’t be such a pussy,”

Ah. Maybe he doesn’t need too much tenderness after all.

You forgo your hold under his knees to grab his thin hips instead, squeezing tight enough to leave a violet bruise in your wake. “I thought maybe I should have granted you a little softness—but it seems that was wrong of me.” Your hips snap forward almost brutally, and the leverage that your grip on his hips gives you is similar to fucking him as if he was but a toy. You watch his eyes roll, jaw falling slack as a moan not unlike a strangled bird tears from his raw throat. “What, hah, would everyone think,” you begin, curling your fingers into the skin of his hips and belly, thumbs hooking into his hip bones. Lucio hisses at the ache.

“Knowing if you were fucked by a common person, a nobody, according to you.” He clenches at the thought, forming a vice around your throbbing cock. Hot pleasure seethes through your veins, and it seems if anything, The Count truly is just good for a fuck.

With each taunt, each rough thrust, your fingers press deeper into his skin, until you can feel a faint and lingering heartbeat under your fingertips. Your hands slide over his stomach, and a high-pitched cry tears from his throat, the look of pure shock laid across his face. Confusion gathers in you until you look down and see that limp, useless cock of his leaking hot piss over his taut stomach. It only hits you then that you had dug your fingers right into his bladder, practically squeezing it out of him–but he doesn't need to know that.

You guffaw instead, watching the last spurts of his yellow steam taper off and drip down the side of his stomach, pooling under him.

“Oh my gods- I had never taken you for a bedwetter, milord.” Lucio flinches at the humiliation…and yet his legs curl around your hips, limp dick still slapping against his now wet belly.

“Should I inform the other doctors and tell them that their count is incontinent? That their count is no better than a bedwetting child?”

“M’not a- uhng, hn!”

You strike his prostate and a small glob of fluid leaks from his piss wet dick. “Oh?” You cock your head to the side in thought. “Was that supposed to be you trying to cum?” Lucio’s face is a steady red, his teeth grit and brows furrowed. Your balls slap against his ass, the coiling knot in your stomach gathering tighter. Lucio babbles something about how you shouldn't talk about him like that, that he could make you pay–all the while moaning like a cheap whore.

And at some point, the tightness in your gut grows too tight, too intense. You knock his legs off your hips, pulling out to Lucio’s disgruntlement–and finishing on his stomach. Your cum splatters against the sticky urine already coating his stomach, almost mixing together in a disgusting concoction of a night of bad decisions.

“Asshole,” Lucio gasps, head falling back against the bed. “Shoulda’ came inside,” he bemoans. You roll your eyes, dragging your gloved fingers through the puddle of cum and piss on his stomach. “Oh, shut up.” You shove your messy fingers in his mouth unceremoniously. Lucio looks at you almost pitifully, but slurps up the fluids off your fingers almost too eagerly. You pull your fingers out of his mouth, and to your surprise, he keeps his mouth open in wait. With a shrug of your shoulders, you keep feeding him until the mess on his stomach is almost completely gone and his eyes are starting to droop with exhaustion.

You pull away, stepping into your own space to tuck yourself back in your pants before grabbing a spare cloth from your bag and wiping the rest of the sticky mess from his stomach. Lucio leans up on his elbows, watching you almost cautiously, like he hadn't expected this. “I…I hope this satisfied you like you had wanted.” You find yourself murmuring, wiping the lube and sweat from his thighs and ass before putting his underwear and pants back on him. “It did.” He grins lopsidedly, breathing out a comforting sigh as you help him sit up.

“We should do it again next time, how bout’ that?”

You pull the damp sheets off his bed, taking care to slide them out easily from under him. “I don’t quite know about that.”

Lucio pouts, crossing his arms. “I’ll see you again at least, right?” He grumpily lifts his arms as you pull his shirt back over his head.

“Of course, this is my job.” You pack your bag again and pause, reaching out to push Lucio’s hair back. He leans into it near desperately, choking down a whimper when you pull your hand away. “I’ll send someone to get you fresh linens and garments.”

“Do you…” he trails off as you approach the large door. “Do you like me?”

The question takes you off guard, and the look on his face is heartwrenching. You open your mouth and then stop. This is the man who sentenced those down on their luck to the bloody arena. This is the man who partied while his people died of the plague. Do you like him?

“...Goodnight, milord.”

The door closes behind you with a soft thump, and Lucio is left alone again.

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The Arcana Boyfriend Scenarios: When You Ask Him Out As He Tries To

Asra

Today I'm finally going to ask (Y/N) out on that date! Yesterday was a failure because of her brother but today is the day! I know it and I'm hoping I don't get interrupted again.. (Y/N) and I both decided to spend some time in the park mainly because she's walking her brother's dogs but I don't think they like me.. But (Y/N) did tell me that the two dogs only listen to her and her brother and only likes them and I completely understand that but I hope they don't try using Faust as chew toy, I couldn't leave her home alone so I decided to bring her along (Y/N) was ok with it, she gets along well with her and that's what makes me happy, seeing my two girls getting along. W-wait.. I can't believe I called (Y/N) one of my two girls.. Ugh... I-i really do like her but I still don't know if she likes me back, but today I'll find out! Because today I'm finally going to ask her out! Yeah that's right I'm finally going to ask her out with no interuptions. I looked over to her to see her sitting on the grass throwing back and forth a stick for the dogs to fetch and return but by the looks of it, it looks more like a game of tug a war, I let out a small chuckle before sitting next to her. "Having fun are we?" I couldn't help but let a smirk form on my lips.

"Ha ha very funny, these are my brothers dogs which means they have no training whatsoever but i'm planning on training them soon." I watched as she dragged her hand through the larger dog's fur, then again with the smaller dog's fur after they started whimpering, wanting attention as well.

"They're needy pups they have been since they were small, at first they were originally supposed to be a gift to me but Lucio grew to love them so he claimed them as his dogs but I take care of them when needed to be which is when he's not working and when i'm home." She laid back down on the grass as the two dogs laid at the end of her feet.

"They were supposed to be a gift? I never really saw your brother as one to gift people things." I laid next to her as I stared off at the morning sky.

I heard a small laugh escape her lips which made a small blush appear on my cheeks. "You may see him as a person who only thinks about himself but my brother cares about me alot he'll do anything to protect his little sister which surprises me as well but when i'm sick or feeling down he'll actually take time off from work and would take care of me, I think its because im the only family member he can actually stand."

"That is a shocker, I may have been here for a few months now but I've heard bad things about your brother like how he's a tyrant, no offense but I just heard that from some girls in the cafe." I looked away not wishing to offend her since he is her brother after all.

"It's ok most of those are rumors and most are true, but most are just from pissed off woman he's dated that he ended up pissing off when he called off the relationship, but I understand why their pissed sometimes I see my brother as a tyrant as well but he's the only family I have right now so I can't really complain."

"Wait? I thought you had a mom? Just the other day you and your brother were fussing about how your mom was visiting." I turned my head to face her now with an obvious confused look.

"I don't really see my mother as a mom since she wasn't really there for me.. I was basically raised by my brother which was hard for him since he was 17 almost 18 and I was practically a child." Her eyes soon met mine as she spoke, but in her eyes I can see a bit of hurt in them which broke my eyes.

"Hey (Y/N).. There's actually something I wanted to tell you yesterday but never got the chance since you had to leave but I was wondering if you wou-" As I was about to ask her out I was cut off by her angelic voice with something I wasn't expecting at all.

"Asra will you go out with me?" She had a small blush on her cheeks once those words left her lips. All I could do was stare at her in aw. But when I didn't respond I guess she took that as a bad thing because I saw a few tears escape. "I-i knew it was stupid.. Why would someone as amazing as you be into someone like me.. I-is it because of my brother.. Is it because of who he is?! Ugh... I knew this was a mistake.." My eyes grew wide as I watched her ramble on. I quickly moved over to her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"No no no no! That's not it at all! I-i was just caught off guard because I was going to ask you out! B-but I guess you beat me to it." I let out a hearty laugh as I put a hand on her now red cheek using my thumb to wipe away her tears.

"W-wait, Really?" She used her sleeve to wipe the rest of her tears away.

I nodded to her which just made her giggle making me happy to see her smile again. "Yes and to answer your question of course I'll go out with you! I just can't believe you beat me to it." I playfully shoved her causing her to laugh and giggle.

"I only beat you to it because I'm fast like the wind! And because you're as slow as a snail." She stuck her tongue out playfully.

I couldn't help but laugh at her childishness. "You're adorable, you know that right?" I moved a strand of her hair behind her ear which caused her cheeks to turn a bright red.

"I'm not adorable! You're the one that's adorable." She sat up dusting herself off removing any grass that remained on her pants and shirt. I couldn't help but stare as she stretched causing her shirt to rise just a bit showing off some skin but when she saw I quickly turned away blushing 50 shades of red. When I was about to speak I heard her phone ring a couple times before she finally answered. "Hello?........ Mhm... Yeah, ok I'm on my way home..... and yes Mercedes and Melchior were on their best behavior today......... Ok ok i'm heading home, see you later." She hung up before putting her phone in her back pocket. "I gotta get going Asra.. That was my brother, he just arrived home and he wishes to see his babies, but since next week is a full on week off from the cafe why don't you pick me up around 7 on lets say friday? You can pick where we go for our date."

"Of course! I-i can't wait!" I watched as she walked off with the two dogs. Today was a crazy one.. I was supposed to ask her out but in the end she was the one to ask me out! What a shock but now I know she loves me and that's all that matters, I looked down to see faust slither up my arm as I headed home myself. Our date is on friday around 7 and she told me I could pick where we can go.. But where would be the perfect place to go.. Ugh.. I should've asked her a few of her favorite restaurants.. I guess I can ask her brother... No no.. He'll probably just tell me places he likes to go.. No matter what, I'll find that perfect place! And I'll make sure it's a date to remember.

Julian

Today I'm stuck working at the hospital but luckily I'm not the only one, I'm stuck here with the lovely (Y/N), she's here watching over a kid who's stuck here overnight and didn't wish to be alone so (Y/N) volunteered to stay with the poor child and that just warms my heart, she's so caring.. I wish I was able to ask her out the other day but I wasn't able.. But today is going to be the day that I finally ask her out! Yeah that's right! Today it's just her and I and a hospital full of sick patients, no ones going to ruin my moment and get in the way of me asking her out! But.. What if she says no.. W-what if she laughs in my face.. What if the whole hospital laughs at me.. This is going to be a disaster! All the bad things that could happen could actually happen! I feel like hyperventilating but wait I'm still in the hospital. I don't want the patients to think I'm crazy and most importantly I don't want (Y/N) to think I'm crazy.. Oh boy I really hope she doesn't think i'm crazy as I was stuck with my thoughts I felt a tap on my shoulder startling me causing me to fall over bringing down a tray of scalpels down with me, I heard a gasp as the person bent down helping me up, when my vision cleared up I realized the person I was startled by was (Y/N) I couldn't help but blush and laugh awkwardly I watched her pick up the scalpels placing them all back on the tray before looking back at me with a worried look on her face. "Are you ok? I didn't mean to startle you, I was just a bit worried.. You were staring off into space for about 30 minutes now.. I thought you were stuck so I decided to check up on you.. Are you ok?" W-wait... S-she actually cares about me.. No... She's probably just being nice to me because we're in a public place.. I swiftly dusted myself off before giving her my signature smirk.

"Of course I'm fine! Why would I be? See not a scratch on me, I'm as tough as nails!" She tilted her head to the side making my heart skip a bit. "I-i've been through worse but I promise you I'm fine!"

She gave me a sincere smile as she put her hand on top of mine causing my heart to race. "If you say so.. I worry about you Julian, You haven't been yourself lately.. You stare off into the distance, you're talking to yourself and sometimes you avoid me when I try talking to you.. Do you not like me?" As my eyes might hers I could see the hurt in her eyes.

My eyes grew wide before quickly shaking my head. "No no no no! That's not it at all.. I've just been thinking about something.. I didn't mean to hurt you at all.. I'm a horrible person.. I've been avoiding you.. I've been hurting you without even knowing I am.. I-I'm sorry.. I've been avoiding you because I had something on my mind, but I'm scared to ask because I'm worried you'll laugh in my face and reject me." I didn't know that I'd been crying till I felt (Y/N)'s hand reach up to my face cuping my cheek and use her thumb to wipe away my tears, I couldn't help but lean into the palm of her hand enjoying her touch.

"Don't cry.. Everything is ok.. Hey I was wondering if you would like to go out with me.. I'll allow you to pick the place.. But I-i've liked you for a while now and it crossed my mind that you're not seeing anyone... So I was just wondering if you'll go out with me.."

I couldn't help but stare at her in awe till a few tears started to leak down my face. "Y-you want to go out with me? T-this isn't some kind of sick joke is it? Y-you really want to go out with me?" I watched her nod in affirmation before I started to full out cry hugging her so tight I heard something pop but I didn't care I was just so happy that she felt the same way I felt about her! I wasn't sad. No, these tears are tears of joy. "Yes! Of course I'll go out with you, the thing is I was actually going to ask you if you would go out with me but I guess you beat me to it." I let out a hearty chuckle before letting her go from the hug. When I faced her again I could see a wide smile on her lips which of course made me smile.

"I'm happy you had the same idea! How about you pick me up on Friday around 6 or 7?" She gave me the brightest smile.

"O-of course! 7 will work fine. I'll manage to get off work at that time, so I'll pick you up Friday at 7 and I'll make sure I have the perfect place picked out!" I gave her a wide grin before heading back to work.

"Looking forward to it!" I watched her walk back to a room that was decorated for a child. My heart was racing fast. I can't believe she asked me out.. The girl I've been longing to ask had asked me! I'm so happy! I can just dance! Which I happily did, I did a little happy jig until I got weird looks from the patients so I stopped before going back to work. I have till friday to come up with the perfect place for the perfect date and i'll make sure it'll be a date to remember!

Lucio

Today I'm returning to the restaurant which (Y/N) works at because today I'm finally going to ask her out! Ugh I'm so furious that I couldn't last time but this time i'll ask her out and nothing is going to get in the way if someone does then they'll regret! On the other hand I shouldn't hurt anyone because if I do then (Y/N) will hate me and reject me! But If I don't then I'll regret it but I really don't wish for (Y/N) to hate me! Ugh.. For today only I won't pick a fight with anyone at all. I was sitting at my usual V.I.P table watching (Y/N) move around around the restaurant giving the people their orders, I couldn't help but watch her hips sway at every step she took, I bit my bottom lip before I realized her walk this way, I quickly sat up as I straightened myself out.

"Hey Lucio, It's been a while since I've seen you here last, It's been kinda boring here lately." Boring? Wait! Does she actually like it when I cause a fight with someone every time I'm here? She's perfect! She's so perfect.

"Oh yeah I've been busy with work, I sadly couldn't get work off but once I did what I needed to do I was finally able to come out to dinner so I could finally see my favorite waitress~" I gave her a flirtatious wink along with a smirk which slowly appeared upon my lips.

She couldn't help but blush at my response. "W-well I'm glad you could return here out of all the V.I.P's here you're my favorite." I couldn't help but blush I-i'm her favorite.. Ugh! I can't let my tough guy image down! But I love her and In order for me to ask her out I have to be tough! As soon as I was about to speak I was rudely interrupted by someone (Y/N) and I thought we've seen the last of her ex.

"Hey kitten~ How's my favorite girl doing~" Her ex walked up wrapping his arm around her shoulders, I couldn't help but let out a low growl, my eye started twitching, the more his arm stayed around her shoulder the more I wanted to rip his throat out!

"I'm not your kitten nor will ever be so If you excuse me I have to get back to work." I watched as she removed his arm from her shoulder walking past him and towards another V.I.P taking their order.

"Kitten, I know you still love me~ You can't deny it!~ My offer about that date still stands~" Date? What is he talking about..

"What do you mean Date?" I couldn't help but get angered at the thought of her accepting a date from this idiot!

"Oh she didn't tell you, well I asked her out just the other day and it's not long before she says yes." I clenched my jaw as I watched a sly smirk appear on his lips, I want to punch that dirty little smirk off his dirty little face! Which I was about to do until a stray pan hit him right in the face, I was shocked, I turned my head slightly to the right to see (Y/N) pissed, her face was so red I thought she was going to explode.

"I will never in a million years go out with you! Especially after what you did to me those years ago!! I do not want to see you again! I want you gone! I thought you were banned from here! If you were then I can have you arrested! Leave his place now! Because I will never ever go out with you, and for your information I'm already going out with someone!" My eyes grew wide when she said those words, my heart just shattered. I didn't even think that was possible.. She's already going out with someone? Who? Whoever they are, I'll send Mercedes and Melchior after them! I'm not going to lose (Y/N) to anyone!

"Who in the world are you with?!" Her ex took the words right out of my mouth.

"I would like to know that as well." I stared at her dead in the eyes, but as I did all she did was smile. Why? Why is she smiling?

"Well I'm not going out with anyone, yet." She walked over to me with a wider smile on her lips. "Lucio most people may see you as some sort of tyrant but I don't.. And I was wondering if you would like to go out with me." My jaw literally just dropped to the ground, did this really just happen! Uh yes it did! I couldn't help but smirk looking back at her ex who was now glaring at me.

"You want to go out with me? I should ask if you would go out with me?" I let out a small chuckle before standing to my feet before cupping her cheek with my hand. "But of course I'll go out with you~ I was going to ask you the exact same thing, but it looks like you were quick and beat me to it." Everytime she laughs it feels like there's butterflies in my stomach, I love it and bonus her ex is now completely humiliated! I love it and I love her, I just wish I could've been the one to ask her out. "Since you asked me out, how about I pick where we go for our date? Sounds like a plan?"

"It does indeed. You have till Friday to decide where we'll go~ But I gotta get back to work before I get fired." I couldn't help but laugh.

"As if I'll ever let them fire my favorite waitress~ but if you insist then I shan't keep you from your job and don't worry I'll have the perfect place picked out before friday~ I'll pick you up around 7." I kissed the back of her hand before she walked away taking the orders of the other V.I.P's who still await. When I looked over to where her ex once was I saw he was gone, thank god for that he was annoying but no more about that I have a date to plan and don't worry about that it'll be a date to remember!

Muriel

Oh dear.. Today is the day that I-im finally going to ask (Y/N) out.. Asra has been bugging me about it for a while now because he seems to see his sister and I as the perfect match.. He even told me where she'll be today, when she's not volunteering at the animal sanctuary apparently she volunteers at an orphanage.. It melts my heart to see her so kind and generous especially with kids who don't have homes.. Today I'm helping her volunteer, Asra thinks it's just so I can be near her which is sorta true but I also wish to help kids who need help. "(Y/N)... What are we doing with all these old toys........?" I looked down at her as I was helping her carry a bunch of old toys from her parents attic.

"Oh! We're taking these old toys and are going to give them to the orphans! They need them the most and Asra and I don't play with them anymore so I thought why not donate them to the kids!" My heart melted 20 times more.. She's so nice.. She uses up all her free time just to help others.. Just last week I saw her give a homeless person her lunch, it was so sweet of her..

"These kids...... Do you think they'll like the toys..." I couldn't help but think about what the kids would think about the toys.

"Of course! They're going to absolutely love them! I bet they're going to love the hand carved ones you made!" My face turned a bright red, h-how did she know about that.. I thought I wasn't being obvious.. Unless...

"Did Asra tell you..." As I watched her nod my face turned 50 shades darker. Of course he told her.. Their twins.. They tell each other practically everything..

"Yeah Asra told me! I thought it was just so sweet of you to make the kids some hand crafted toys! That's adorable Muri!" My eyes grew wide at the nick name, d-did she just call me what I think she called me..

"W-what did you call me.......?" I stared at her as my face grew a darker shade of red.

"Muri? What.. Do you not like it... I thought it would be a nice little nickname for you.. If you don't like it I'll stop.." When I saw her look down with a sad face it broke my heart, I liked seeing her happy not sad.. I let out a low grumble before mumbling something under my breath.

"It's fine....... I like it......" At first I thought she didn't hear me but when I heard a low pitch squeal escape her lips I couldn't help but chuckle, I guess she did hear me.

"I knew you'd like it! Now lets go before the kids tie up Asra again, he's not volunteering he's just watching the orphans till we return and last time I asked him to watch them let's just say the kids almost used him as a human pinata." I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah he ended up falling asleep while watching them, it was so cute and so funny at the same time." As we were walking we both couldn't help but laugh at thought of Asra being smacked around by tiny little kids. "Oh and hey... T-that actually reminds me of something I should ask you before we arrive.. I want to say it here because I don't want Asra to tease me about it later on.." I watched as she cleared her throat before getting out what she had to say. "I-i was um well I'm wondering if you would like to um.... H-how do I put this.... Ok I'm just going to say it! Murie would you like to go out with me?! T-there I said it! It's ok if you don't want to or if you say no.. O-or if you're too busy.. I understand..." I watched as she looked away with a saddened expression on her face, w-wait... D-did she just ask me what I think she did... "I-i'll take your silence as a no... I-i'm sorry... T-this was stupid..." As she began walking again I grew scared I had to give her an answer!

"W-wait....." She turned around softly looking into my olive green eyes, all I could do was freeze and blush even more, I bet I look like a tomato.. "D-don't go... T-this is all new to me.. B-but my answer isn't no.............. Y-y-y-yes I'll go out with y-y-you...." Her eyes then grew as wide as saucers.

"Really?! I'm so happy! And you know what I'll let you pick where we can go! Just so it's fair! How does that sound?" I gave her a small smile before nodding.

"That sounds great.... Is Friday around 7 good for you?...." She gave me the biggest smile before nodding as fast as she could.

"Yeah! That sounds perfect! But we should really get going because soon I think the kids will start getting out the rope." I let out a small chuckle as we sprinted down the road, all that was left was me and my thoughts, the girl I wanted to ask out ended up asking me out instead... I didn't think she felt the same way I felt for her.. T-this is a dream come true but the part i'm more worried about is finding the perfect place for our date... I've never been on a date before so this will be the first.. But where I choose It'll be a date to remember..

If you have any ideas of where their dates should be then comment down below! I would love to know what you guys come up with for date locations!

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to-the-stars8 · 2 years ago

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The Lamentation of the Apprentice

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Ao3 A/N; A shorter chapter this time my loves, but nonetheless, tons of kisses! Be safe this 4th of July!!

Chapter 7

We spent the next three days jumping between the palace and my shop. Asra had shown me the secret passages in the garden, and we spent time in the library building towers out of books and looking into all the rooms that were off-limits. We tried our best to steer clear of the Count and managed to not see him at all for the last two days. Though, we often ran into guards who chased us down the halls of the palace. I do not recall the rest of what we did, but I remember our laughter echoing off the walls as we ran.

On the last day, we spent only an hour at the palace eating on that same balcony Asra had first shown me before servants started to push people out onto the street. As we left, the soon-to-be Countess Nadia stood at the door saying goodbye and accepting congratulations. Montag had announced their engagement right before the last day, but rumors had already been circling of the news. Supposedly, they had been both piss drunk and had to be told of their newfound engagement the next day.

When we passed her I immediately noticed her beauty. Her eyes were sharp with an intelligence mixed with genuine kindness and an air of easy elegance that made me realize how it could be easy for Lucio to fall in love with her. It was a pity that she would have to waste so much time with a man who only cared for gaudy things and blood, the two fundamental things for a horrible husband.

“Thank you for coming,” Even her voice was beautiful. It was light, but with a firm tone. She could have told me the sky was green and I think I would have believed her just by the way she sounded.

Before she greeted the next group leaving I called to her, “Countess.”

Her eyes met mine. My mind blanked and I stumbled out, “T-thank you for having us.”

A smile graced her face. “My pleasure. Come again next year?”

I only managed a nod as the magician pulled me away so we were not causing congestion in the flow of people coming out. Asra teased me for the rest of the walk home about how I had a crush on the woman who was a near-decade older than I.

“What is it they say when an older woman and someone younger court?” He smirked. “Robbing the cradle? Well, at least she’ll be able to buy you a new one, MC.”

I laughed, for, despite his ruthless jabs, there was no malice in them. We slipped into the shop as people gathered in the streets for the continuation of the party, but, tired, we would not be dragged into it.

Asra hardly made it two steps into the shop before collapsing onto the couch, me following soon after him. He was leaned back, head laid flat against the back of the couch so he was facing up, eyes closed. Somehow, in the three days, we had been together, I noted how different he looked. His hair was flatter, perhaps due to the constant humidity and lack of baths between the parties, and bags were formed under his eyes to show he had been up late. Still, his beauty did not waver. For a moment, I wonder what gods made him, for it was too perfect to be natural.

“Spring will be here soon, now,” Asra said, eyes still closed. “Perhaps the Countess will build you your own garden for the season. You will have to have secret passageways in it, though. So I can visit whenever.”

Secret passages, yes. I didn’t say anything and fingered the gift from him around my neck, thinking. I got up off the couch before heading to the kitchen. Above the stove, there was a ceramic bowl that held nothing but two spare keys to the shop. My aunt was paranoid that she would lose not only one but two keys, so she had a third made for her own sanity. Two for the front door, one for the back. The bowl clinked loudly as I reached in to grab the key for the back door.

Asra was still laid back on the couch, eyes closed. I approached him from behind, leaning over and poking him with the end of the key on his nose. A grin crossed his face and his white lashes fluttered before his eyes opened.

“You needn’t a Countess for a secret passage to visit me now.”

Reaching up, he took the key, inspecting it, before putting his lips against it. Gods, he looked beautiful even after days of partying. He whispered, “I will cherish this. Thank you.”

We were supposed to be friends, I told myself as I leaned down to kiss him.

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malaks-perch · 4 years ago

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wine tasting

consul valerius x reader

everyone loves a pain in the ass...

warnings: maybe some innuendoes? floof. spice and everything nice. soft angst, but i dont think so. sofff valerius? spicy valerius👌👌 swearing. i think there's swearing

a/n: sorry this took so long @taeguccibracelet and i think its kinda short. lil fast paced too. my ask is open.

now when nadia asked you to spend a day with valerius, you did not anticipate the forever drinking man to be so.. so.. so sassy.

i mean who could refuse nadia? portia came scrambling in as you finished speaking with nadia when the redhead announced the early arrival of some foreign ambassador the countess appraised your company and asked that you entertain her's for a while.

now honestly, you'd rather let them scream at each other until they lost their voices. neither of them got along, asra once dismissed himself, but the nadia's hopeful eyes were hard to ignore.

portia was silently thanking you a thousand times over as she trailed behind the countess.

when the courtiers got wind of this?

you? entertain them?

all of them scrambled for an excuse to be elsewhere. everyone except valerius.

"well? you heard the countess." he raised a brow, motioning to the door making the wine in the same hand violently jolt in it's glass. "entertain me."

you had to grit your teeth. bite your cheek. curl your fists. anything to keep from snapping on this arrogant son of a—

"are you going to stand there?" valerius shook his head unimpressed that his needs were not met. "if standing around is all you're good for, now that you've gone and defeated—"

"listen here, you pompous piece of palace trash." there went your restraint. words were flying fast and not a thought in your head would stop you from giving this man a piece of your mind. "the only reason you're here, valerius, is because nadia took pity on your drunk ass. you're lucky that asra stopped lucio from dragging you down with him because if it were me? i would have dropped you like a bag of dirt. entertain. yourself."

the audience in your head was applauding you for a flawless rebuttal to valerius. you were storming towards the door and already planning how you would unwind after dealing with him. honestly, the nerve of that guy—

a hand shut the door you had begun to open. fear spiked at your nerves. for a moment you forgot who you were and the identity of the person behind you. striking up an ounce of bravery, you followed the hand over your shoulder to valerius.

now.. you would expect a furious courtier. the smell of nectar and a sweet floral scent filled your nose that would have put anyone to ease, but the bitter trails of alcohol were a sharp reminder of who you had pissed off.

but upon seeing valerius at ease, you didn't know what to expect. he raised a brow, a tiny smirk on his face upon meeting your wide eyes.

"if i had been lucio moments ago that little outburst of yours would have you banished from the palace walls in a second."

you wanted to tell him that you'd purposely give him food poisoning, but the clarity of his silvern irises rendered you speechless. especially when he leaned in until he was a breath away.

"but it's a good thing i'm not him." he whispered, staring into your glimmering eyes.

there was a moment of stillness. valerius staring into your eyes and you trying to figure out why you didn't want to rip him apart for invading your personal space. but then it was gone.

he was gone. turning his back to you and skillfully picking up a few bottles of wine and an old glass in another. one moment you could taste the sweet aroma on his breath and another he was back to you.

"come along, magician." valerius raised a brow to you, peering over his shoulder with a smirk. "why don't we disappear for awhile? it'd be a shame for you to have an episode in front of the countess."

disappear?

your eyes widened. no way. he couldn't have— could he? you chased after valerius, running through the door after him, "was that a pun?!"

valerius rolled his eyes as you both walked down a hallway and off the veranda into the garden. it was then you realized that the path valerius was taking through the garden was one you were unfamiliar with.

you reached for valerius, clinging to his arm as you glanced around at the different part of the garden where valerius was taking you. he only smirked, never sparing a glance as stopped in front of rusted iron gates that towered over the both of you.

"valerius, if you even think of assassinating me—"

valerius let out something of a laugh before glancing over at you, "obviously the palace magician isn't aware of the previous count's cellar."

"lucio couldn't have—"

"as much as lucio would like to claim this masterpiece, this is far too classy for his tastes."

you fought a laugh, watching as he pulled out a gilded wooden key and unlocked the giant doors.

valerius ushered you inside and closed the door, unaware of how you'd suddenly looked doe-eyed when you'd begun to take in your surroundings.

plush pillows and blankets were set over every inch of the floor. shades of maroon and magenta set out in the floor while floating candles lit themselves up upon valerius muttering an incantation.

"it's amusing that you consider yourself important enough to be assassinated." valerius called, plopping down on a large black pillow much too big to be for just one person.

"and i suppose you are?" you scoffed, raising a brow as you took one of the bottles from valerius and sitting next to him on the blankets.

he set a hand on his chest as he set down wine bottles, "vesuvia would weep for me."

"i would weep for vesuvia if historians thought you were important enough to be assassinated." you snorted, opening the wine bottle so the cork flew past his head.

in turn, valerius mirrored you except his cork hit you square in the forehead. he chuckled at the horrified look you gave him.

in favor of preserving your honor, you chucked one of the pillows behind you and it landed square in valerius's face. he sat up in time to see you on your back, laughing at the way his face contorted with disgust, but upon seeing you smiling he couldn't help but smirk a little.

he handed you a bottle and you took it wondering what on earth made his lips turn up in the slightest.

"i didn't know you could smile, valerius."

"I didn't know the palace magician could have fun." he shot you smile, gilded eyes watching you from over the rim of his glass.

"you never asked." you teased, wrapping your lips around the bottle's rim and dipped your head back to let the sweet liquid sliver down your throat.

if you'd been looking you would have seen valerius nearly drop his wine glass while he stared.

his eyes focused on the length of your neck before trailing up to the wine that trickled from the side of your mouth. valerius tore his eyes away from you so he could gather his thoughts as he stared into his own glass.

"if you keep drinking, you're going to end up drunk." he rolled his eyes, relaxing into the pillows behind him.

he wasn't expecting a weight to come crashing down on the pillows to his right. his eyes snapped open and his head snapped over to find you with your legs propped on his and raising a brow at him.

"are you—"

"why don't you like me?" he nearly choked on his spit.

he met your brillaintly dilated eyes and nearly swore aloud for it. every time he found himself staring at them he would nearly forget what he was thinking.

you crossed your arms, waiting for an answer. with your hair messed up and how you laid back with that bottle of wine...

he found his thoughts dipping into the gutter.

"p-pardon?" he asked, opting for switching his glass for the bottle to take a nice long drink.

"why don't you like me?" you repeated without missing a beat.

valerius set his bottle down while he gathered his thoughts and waited for you to continue.

"you're always nitsticking me—"

"nitpicking."

"see?!" you pointed your bottle at him and his lips puckered when he realized that he'd proved your point. "then you're always looking down your nose at me. so tell me, consul~"

he watched you climb up so you sat up beside him. valerius tried so desperately to maintain eye contact, but with the alcohol in his system and the delicious warmth radiating off you- it was becoming a challenge.

"why don't you like me?"

he scoffed, taking your bottle and nearing your face with the slightst smirk. "i'm like that with everyone, darling."

you snatched the bottle from his lips and before he could ground something out, you were straddling his lap and pushing him back by his chest as you took a swing.

he swallowed when you never broke eye contact with him. one of his hands curling around yours that pressed to his chest before yanking.

you went falling forward and valerius' lips caught yours, drinking down the wine from your lips before pulling back to look at your flustered expression.

wine trickled down the side of his mouth and he grinned, flipping you on your back before standing up. "despite how very alluring you are, i propose we reconvene after we're both sober, yes?"

valerius helped you to your feet and promptly guided you out of the cellar upon hearing the guards calling for you.

you couldn't help, but watch as valerius locked up the cellar with the same pointed look as always except there was a tiny pull upward at the corner of his lips.

"i'm surprised you didn't we didn't wine, dine, and—"

you were cut off by his chuckle and his hand caressing your cheek, leaning into you. "obviously, you've had too much to drink."

"so you're into me then, consul valerius?"

a mischevious smile on his face before he waved his hand and let out the most dramatic sigh. "i suppose it's the pretty face that got me."

he turned meeting your eyes, the sharp gaze making your breath hitch. especially when he extended a hand towards you.

"but you can't say that's what drew you to me." his fingers looped with yours and tugged you to walk beside him.

"i think~" you sang, spinning in his arms as the sunset flitted over the gardens. "it was the wine."

valerius rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before you parted to join the guards waiting for you at the veranda.

"until next time, valerius."

you were halfway up the stairs when he called you back.

underneath the moonlight, arms crossed over his chest as he gave a teasing smile. even in the wine stained robes, he seemed most radiant as he stared upon you.

"next time, we dine first."

a giddy feeling bubbled in your chest and you couldn't stop yourself from smiling then. maybe valerius was the cranky, ill-tempered consul.

but he could be.. pleasant when he wanted to.

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sisi-halloway · 4 years ago

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Modern AU Path 2 (Lucio)

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

Part 1 Here

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

Everybody knew him.

Loved him.

Hated him.

Hated that they loved him.

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

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

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

“Hey, uh. Sorry about Vance.”

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

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

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

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

“Um... thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, no worries. Feel better mk?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m trying to eat. Go away.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Drink up. You wanna grow don’t you?”

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

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

“Maybe this can wash it down?”

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

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

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

“No.”

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

“So here’s a pacifier.”

Things just got worse.

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

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

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

“Lucio?”

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

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

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

“Cool? You think we’re cool?”

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

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

“Shut up!”

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

Lucio just knocked Vance unconscious.

Lucio just knocked Vance unconscious!

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

“Are a bunch of bitches.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The group all stopped in their tracks.

“Mind your own damn business, alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laugh.

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

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

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

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

“Tomorrow sounds good.”

“Awesome.”

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

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

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

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

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

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

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

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

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

“Hey Lucio?”

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

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

“Last semester?”

You nod.

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

You stood there listening intently. You wanted to know.

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

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

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

You were very very surprised.

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

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

“And the day after?”

Lucio beamed. “You got it.”

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

“Hug?”

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

“(Y/n)?”

“Hm?”

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

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

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

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