#which is not to say she doesn’t WANT to be closer to Nadia she just doesn’t know how to do it lmfao

[bottomvalerius]

I think a lot of the angst between Naima and Nadia is mainly fueled by Nadia (wrongly) assuming (projecting) that Naima needs her own space to be independent and sees her as entirely self reliant when in reality Naima is extremely lonely & needy and craves affirmation and affection but just does not know how to communicate that so she just kinda stews in it LMAO

[mindofharry]

In which bad boy!harry says the wrong name during sex.

ANGST. SMUT. MY HEART IS BROKEN. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE WELCOME AS ALWAYS :-)

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“Fuck, I missed my girls.” Harry said as he pulled up Y/N’s shirt. Y/N giggled and threw her head back as Harry began to kiss down her chest, in between her breasts. They had just arrived home from the library. Y/N needed to get some extra studying done and Harry hates being away from her. So usually the spend every Thursday in the library.

“You would think I deprive you. You saw the girls not even two hours ago.” Y/N said remembering how desperate he was for her tits, in the library. She eventually agreed to sneak off for a bit and they ended up fucking in the bathrooms — which she will never do again. Her knees are definitely not made for that.

“Still missed them.” Harry said placing his mouth over her nipple, his tongue flicking around it making Y/N arch her back.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Is my puppy swearing, Naughty girl.” Harry teased as he kissed down her stomach and pulled down her leggings.

“I’m a good girl.” Y/N said panting, as Harry kissed the inside of her legs.

“I’m your bad boy, you’re my good girl.” Harry said and kicked up your thigh. He pulled down her lace panties and hummed at the sight of her.

They’d only been dating for three months, but it felt like he’d known her a life time. She’s so supportive and just the most beautiful person he’d ever met. So selfless and god does Y/N have the biggest pair of tits he’d ever seen.

They had slept together in their second month of dating. Harry had been honoured that Y/N was willing to give up her virginity and let him help her through that. It was so special and honestly, he likes to think of it as his first time too. But since then, they have sex about 3 times a day. It’s really not normal, but harry is just obsessed with his girl.

“This is my cunt. All mine.” Harry said his tongue flicking up her clit after every word.

“So good.” Y/N moaned and Harry could almost cum at the noises coming out of her.

Ethereal is the only word that comes close to describing Y/N L/N.

“Want your cock. Please, Harry.” Y/N sobbed and Harry nodded, liking the effect he had on her.

He first started liking her in junior year. But his cock had other ideas and wanted to chase after anyone that would have sex with him — which happened to be the whole school. Harry soon grew a reputation of being the bad boy of the school. Y/N doesn’t treat him like the others do. All he could do was tease the shit out of her to get a reaction. Eventually he wore her out and they got closer. He actually wanted a relationship. To hold hands, kiss, drop her home. He wanted all of it. With Y/N.

Y/N stroked Harry’s cock and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. She had magic fingers. He wondered where she’d been all his life.

“I love this cock.” Y/N mumbled, licking around the tip, but not taking the full cock into her mouth.

“Now, fuck me please?”

“Oh, I have ruined you, haven’t I sweetheart?” Harry teased as he kissed down her neck. His hand went to his cock and then pushed towards her pussy. He teased the entrance with the tip his cock making Y/N buck her hips upwards.

“You need this cock? Tell me how much you need it.” Harry said, his hand coming to throat.

“Need it so bad. Please. I’m begging for your cock.” Y/N cried, tears rolling down her face. Harry thrusted into her cunt, without any warning.

None of the other girls felt like this. Y/N felt heavenly. He remembers a girl called Nadia, who used to bite his cock but she had big tits, so he just sat back and ignored it.

“Harry..” Y/N moaned, her fingers scratching at his back.

“Nadia….”

Y/N paused and the tears of pleasure, turned into tears of pain. She pushed Harry off her and jumped up off the bed.

“What the fuck!” Harry yelled, as he sat up on the bed.

“No! You what the fuck! Nadia? Seriously?” Y/N shouted, trying to hold in the sob.

“I thought you had changed. That you actually liked me. Are you fucking Nadia on the side?” Y/N yelled grabbing her t-shirt from the floor.

Harry cursed and walked over to Y/N.

“Baby… Listen, I was just thinking about her and then—“

“You were thinking about another girl while fucking me? Are you serious?” Y/N yelled, tears falling down her cheeks. Her heart broke into little tiny pieces and she honestly doesn’t know how she’s going to pick them up.

“It wasn’t what you think! Ok, just let me explain.”

“What’s there to explain. You were thinking about another girl while fucking me and then you said her name! You are an asshole! Don’t fucking talk to me again.” Y/N said pulling open the door and walking downstairs.

Harry cursed and pulled his boxers.

“Y/N don’t fucking leave me! I swear to god!” Harry said and Y/N turned around her eyes filling with rage.

“What are you gonna do! Call me another’s girls name? Fuck someone else?” Y/N yelled.

“You know anyone else, I don’t think it would hurt that much. You know maybe a few years, but my heart wouldn’t of been broken. But it’s you! It’s always been you for me! And I thought when finally started paying attention to me, you would actually like me for me. Not for my brains or my fucking tits. I guess I was wrong.”

Harry sniffed and looked around.

“Don’t come near me again, Harry.”

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[arcana-magica]

WAKING UP NEXT TO THE MAIN SIX.

Warning(s): extremely cute fluff, the fluffiest stuff, mentions of nsfw

JULIAN DEVORAK

That auburn hair of his is an absolute mess. And you love it especially running your hands through it.

That’s exactly what you do too.

He stirs in his sleep, mumbling some nonsense that makes you smile.

You kiss his cheek softly and that’s when he wakes up.

He can’t believe he’s waking up next to you. Like he doesn’t think he even deserves you.

And then when he realizes he still hasn’t said anything, he gets flustered and mutters a soft “good morning”.

That has you smiling all over again.

“Have i ever told you how much I don’t deserve you?”

You roll your eyes.

He tells you that almost every day.

He kisses you gently then, deciding it was better than hearing you disagree with him.

You were his saving grace.

ASRA ALNAZAR

He wakes up first which is never unusual.

He gives you soft kisses until you wake up.

The soft ‘good morning’ you muster doesn’t fail to make him smile.

He silently vows to never leave your side again as he kisses you on the lips.

The wandering fool has finally found a reason to stay right where he was.

The mysteries of the universe could wait as long as you were with him.

And did I mention morning cuddles?

Lots and lots of them.

And kisses. Cant forget those either.

He really doesn’t want to leave the bed. Ever.

If he could stay in this moment forever, he would without a doubt.

NADIA SATRINAVA

Her hair is everywhere.

Like when I say everywhere I mean it.

Some of it is even in your mouth.

But that soft, content look on her face as she sleeps is enough to keep you from complaining.

You were just glad she was sleeping well.

You stirring in bed must have woken her up too cause she opened her eyes slowly.

“You look lovely in the morning light, MC”

Nadia felt the need to compliment you every morning.

She swore that she only slept soundly when you were with her.

She would literally find any reason for you to occupy her bed each night.

One time she even swore that the magic atmosphere in the room was off without you.

You didn’t need an excuse to stay though. Ever.

You would gladly occupy her bed for the rest of your life if she commanded it.

MONTAG ‘LUCIO’ MORGASSON

Lucio is the first to wake, but the peaceful silence doesn’t last long.

It only lasts long enough for him to admire your sleeping form in the warm morning glow.

After that, he’s poking you.

And he will even pout if you don’t wake up instantly.

When you complain and tell him to stop he, of course, has a retort.

“Oh, that’s not what you were saying last night..”

That’s when you punch him lightly without even opening your eyes as he laughs.

That wonderful laugh of his is what brings you to open your eyes finally.

And it was a treat to see that smug look on his face before he kissed you.

That was also a treat but you wouldn’t dare further inflate his ego.

MURIEL

You are woken up by a cool breeze. The reason? No blanket.

Muriel has the entire blanket.

There’s a chill in the air without the fire, so you move closer to him.

That wakes him up.

He’s flustered but then he realizes he took all of the blanket.

Soft, hurried apologies spill out of his mouth as he gives you the whole blanket.

You can’t stop yourself from laughing softly at just how doting he is.

You solve the blanket issue by rolling on top of him, taking the blanket with you.

His arms wrap around you. It’s the softest touch.

He’s always been so scared of hurting you.

You don’t even say anything as you snuggle up to the massive teddy bear of a man.

“Are you warm, MC?”

The kiss you place on his cheek is answer enough for him as you close your eyes.

A cold morning is a good enough excuse for the both of you to sleep in.

PORTIA DEVORAK

The both of you are literally snuggled tightly together.

It’s actually hard to tell whose limbs belong to who in the mess of blankets.

Not that either of you seem to mind because it’s just so cozy in her little cottage.

Soon enough, the wretched screeching that bird makes at the most terrible times wakes the both of you up.

Portia groans but untangles herself from you even though she would rather stay there forever.

Because both of you know that stupid thing won’t stop until you chase it away.

She soon returns but the both of you are quite awake now despite not wanting to be.

“Who needs a wake up call when you have that infernal bird..”

That makes you laugh. And your laugh never ceases to make her smile.

That doesn’t stop her from kissing you though.

Nothing would ever stop her from that.

She would fight just about anyone that got in the way of her morning kisses.

[sxftkxssxs]

Ooh those mc's gave me so much ideas, can i ask M6 with Mc that has wings? not 100% human, which makes them have that trait. Thank you ♡

i hope this is okay!!

Main 6 with a winged mc !

Asra

in love with them and you

if your wings have soft feathers he wonders what a hug from your wings feels like

(heaven on earth hello???)

faust will absolutely dangle on your wings when possible

they don’t let you stretch them out in the shop area

you knock everything over

but if you wanna go outside they’d be more than glad to admire them all stretched out n pretty

definitely puts flowers in your feathers to see how long it takes for you to notice

he absolutely makes your masquerade outfit to show off your wings

baths when you get mud all over your wings are a constant battle bc your wings probably don’t fully fit in the tiny tub you have

they probably just take you outside and throws a bucket of water of you-

Julian

mmmm crow man

literally just wants to know if you can fly and carry him

if you have the strength, do it

he thinks it’s the best thing in the world

get ready for anatomy class

he wants to know how it w o r k s

he’s a doctor what did you expect, he questions everything

but srsly tell him how it works and spread out your wings for him

he’s super gentle but literally figured out how your wings work in like a week

probably tried to make you something for your wings and failed, and asked portia to do it instead

together you both have the biggest blanket pile in the country- because he’s cold and you need bigger blankets to cover your wings

it’s always a battle for who gets more of the bed/blankets he usually wins

Nadia

she always tells you that you rival her in beauty

but let’s be honest look at you both, you need each other duh

she loves showing you off but not too often

makes the finest clothing to compliment your wings

she’ll feel honored if you let her touch them at all,

if you pull her closer with them you might make her blush

chandra loves you but sometimes you confuse her

she keeps asking nadia if youre “a bird human or a human bird” and nadia has no idea what she means

if you’d like she’d probably make you your own area to fly in

at night she always draws shapes carefully over your wings <3

Muriel

immediately intrigued but- in a shy and soft way

just soft questions and asking to feel them

he’s so sweet and gentle if you let him fix your feathers uGH😩

inanna likes to bury her face in your wings everytime you lay down

muriel tries to scold her but cmon, who can say no to her

he offers to help you find a spot to fly around in but, it’s a little difficult in a literal forest

if you just wanna go up and out of the forest he doesn’t blame you just- don’t crash land

very crowded in the hut if your wings are big </3

tom nook extension time™

he’s so sweet istg you better love him to death

probably makes something for you to fix your feathers when he isn’t there

Portia

her literal first question is if they’re chicken wings

what did you expect from her

but no she loves your wings,

she’s the type to leave kisses all over them and then complain about feathers everywhere

it absolutely her fault they’re everywhere

she’ll ask if they ever hurt and if they do she’ll absolutely massage them or have pepi make biscuits

she probably makes things out of your feathers honestly

maybe one on pepis collar and a necklace for her

hug her with your wings, she’ll giggle and smile so big

pepi will snuggle next to you if you make her a little hideout with you wing 👀

Lucio

he’s literally gonna spoil you oh my god

decorates your wings, wether you like that or not is up to you

camio is conflicted, still screams at you though

he shows you off if you’ll let him youre his beloved with w i n g s !

just makes you even more badass in his opinion

don’t you dare fly with him without warning, he’ll scream so loud the whole country palace hears him

likes to run his fingers through your feathers when he’s had a busy day <3

he would definitely appreciate a wing hug

again, constant battle for the blankets 2.0 except this time you both win bc he just snuggles really close

he’ll deny it when he fully wakes though-

[the1northlanderprincess]

2x07 predictions

By the looks of things, this is going to be another insanely packed episode with a crap ton of plot points. I’m going to focus on what I know (the description is so short and general), and how I see armony playing out. 

**SPOILERS BELOW CUT

Kamdar threatens Thony and her family in front of Arman/Thony and Arman terrorized 

Based on the promo for next week, we’re going to start right where we left off last time. What’s not clear is if Thony and Arman are together in Kamdar’s office right away. I see Kamdar in only outfit, a blue blazer and white shirt. While in one scene his shirt is clean, the majority has his shirt bloody. That is key, which I will explain in a minute. anyway, so we see Thony and Arman in Kamdar’s office, still dressed for the meeting with Cortes’. Stuff is going down. Kamdar is being the stereotypical loan shark, beating and torturing a man. I don’t know who it is, but Thony is utterly terrified, while Arman is shocked. Thony actually leans into Arman's body for support and protection. at one point, Kamdar is telling someone about where Thony lives and who she lives with. Plus, he tells Arman and Thony, most likely, that they’re going to do things his way.

Okay, here’s how I think things will go down: Kamdar finds out about the raid at Cortes’ compound. Furious, he brings in Arman alone. He demands to know what happened. Arman doesn’t quite know, as he wasn’t there, but Thony was. Maybe he says it casually. But Kamdar wants her to come. Arman, realizing his mistake, asks him not to confront her. However, Kamdar, knowing arman feels more for her than just business, indirectly threatens her by revealing what he knows about her. So either Arman calls her or she’s waiting outside. Once Thony explains what’s happened, Kamdar shows them what happens when someone crosses him. after Kamdar’s henchmen are done brutalizing the guy (and likely killing him, going by Thony’s reaction as she shrinks into Arman), Kamdar announces they’re going to be playing the game his way now.  

Arman is PO’d at Garrett 

Sometime after they leave Kamdar, Thony meets with Garrett, assuming to rehash what's gone on and come up with a new strategy. Arman arrives, very hot-headed, and he gets into it with Garrett. Thony tries to separate them, because it wouldn't help the situation any. I also believe that Thony has seen enough violence for one day. After he settles down, Arman angrily tells him that he's "signed both of their death warrants". I'm not sure what happens next, but I can guess that Arman doesn't want to work with Garrett again. Maybe he apologizes for what happens, and it'll take a lot of convincing from both Garrett and Thony to get him on board. I think he'll agree to it because of wanting to be rid of Kamdar, but also to protect Thony, as she is very much in the crosshairs now. 

Thony and Arman meet up with Nadia and Kamdar

So, Kamdar tells Thony and Arman to meet with him and Nadia. Things will be cordial at first, as they talk about how this was just an unlucky setback, and what they can do to get back to business. However, he ups the ante on them and takes them somewhere isolated, where they are hooded and taken captive to another location, It is seemingly the ultimate test to prove that they’re not rats, and their loyalties are to him.

This is where it gets good, folks. Thony and Arman are facing their biggest problem ever: mortal danger. and they’re in it together. They’re not only going to be tested over loyalty to Kamdar, but to one another. They can either choose to fight about making the decision to sell the drugs, or they can support one another. Judging by what a reviewer has said, it’s going to be the latter, because what it comes down to is when you’re in these kinds of life-or-death situations, all of your base emotions are exposed. For two individuals who already care about one another a great deal, it can only bring them closer. So, when everything’s been said and done, there will be no going back for our favorite couple.

and. I. Can’t. Wait.

[harryskalechips]

you want to give it a go?

A/N Omg hi guys I’m back with a little update. I’m so sorry I haven’t been writing much. I’ve been super busy with school but I wanted to say thank you to everyone who still supports me on this platform and appreciates my work. I love you guys so much. The friends I made on here are absolutely incredible. You can always reach out to me despite me not posting hahah. Anyway here it is! Hopefully I’ll be back with something new in some time. 

Y/N and Harry are just friends but when they get themselves mixed in a threesome, things change. 

Word count: 3.7k / Masterlist

Harry and Y/N are just friends. They met back a year ago through Nick at his birthday party and ever since that they clicked. 

He enjoys the time he spends with her after all, everything felt normal. There was never a discussion about his fame or her anxiety about who will see them together. Instead, their friendship was always just about them and that was all. 

Harry may have been seeing someone and although he never thought it was serious, Nadia was coming over during the nights where Y/N was supposed to be hanging out with him. It was fine and dandy since they decided to hang out together as Nadia knew her “boyfriend”’s best friend wasn’t much of a threat. This continued for months until one night, Y/N brought some wine to celebrate her big promotion earlier from the day.

 The three were having a great conversation on the floor as they smoked some weed and had some messy Chinese takeout on Harry’s living room floor. It was just about 9 PM when Nadia sparked up a new question in their group. A rather dirty one perhaps. 

“Have you guys ever been in a threesome before?” She smiles as she stares innocently at the man in between her and the other girl. Harry sips his wine as his eyes widened a bit. He waits for Y/N to answer first but she doesn’t reply. Instead, her cheeks turn red as a tomato. “Be honest! I’ll say it first. I’ve never been but I’ve always wanted to try it.”

“I may have?” Harry mumbles as he rubs his bottom lip.

“What type of answer is that?” Nadia laughs as she puts her joint in an ashtray on top of the coffee table. “I won’t get mad.” She shakes her head.

“I remember doing stuff with other girls and guys but I don’t remember clearly.” He answers truthfully and looks at his best friend. “What about you, Y/N?” He didn’t know what to expect. Would he feel a bit angry or protective?

“Why are you guys asking this?” She tries to change the topic and laughs. “Who wants some more wine?” Nadia leans over Harry’s legs to grab the glass out of Y/N’s hand.

“Answer the question.” She laughs at her as she rubs her boyfriend’s thigh. Harry coughs again and tries to drink some more wine. Luckily, he still had some left.

“No. I haven’t been.”

“Would you want to try it?” Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t Nadia who asked but instead, Harry.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Y/N tries to brush it off. “Maybe, one day.”

“Here, I’ll let you think about it.” Nadia giggles. “I can make out with Harry and if you feel like joining you can.” Not a surprising act from Nadia to be honest. She was always the type of girl to try anything.

“Na-” Harry tries to stop her. He didn’t want to pressure Y/N into having a threesome. He especially didn’t want it to be awkward for their friendship. Isn’t rule #1 of threesomes is that the third person is someone you don’t know?

“Harry, it’s fine. The most she’ll feel is uncomfortable but I mean, she’s seen us kiss before.” Nadia straddles him as she wraps her arms around his neck. She begins to softly kiss his jaw as she moves her soft pink lips to meet his. Her hips softly rock into his, that as his eyes watch Y/N -he held Nadia by her waist. 

A soft moan comes out of his mouth which makes Nadia pull away. She takes her shirt off and tosses it at the girl watching them. Harry looks at her with his pouty lips. Y/N looks at him too as she tries to read his mind. Does he want me to join in? Would this get weird? Do I want to actually do this?

“It’s a one-time thing. We don’t have to talk about it ever again.” Nadia smiles as she unbuttons Harry’s shirt. Harry’s thumb slides down her bottom lip as he looks at Y/N again.

“What do you think H?” Y/N could feel her heart beat fast as she watched him. She knew she didn’t like him romantically so she was not concerned about catching feelings. She was scared of how her performance would be. Maybe, they would judge her?

“Come on.” Harry whispers reassuringly as he takes his hand out for her to reach. Nadia immediately gets off him as she runs to his room, taking her clothes off in the process. Although Harry leads Y/N  to the room hand in hand, he was nervous as fuck yet he couldn't deny his excitement. 

Nadia lays down in the middle of the king bed as she watches her boyfriend take Y/N’s clothes off. Maybe, since she was new to all of this he wanted her to feel special? No biggie. She thought. 

She watches Harry lean in to kiss Y/N which the girl reciprocates without any complaint. Of course, she was a bit hesitant but she couldn’t ignore the fact how she could hear his heartbeat so fast as if it was in sync with hers. His hands slid from her waist to the bottom of her shirt as he carefully helped her take it off. “You’re doing so well, baby.” He kisses her a bit more deeply as he unbuttons her pants. He drops to his knees and kisses her tummy as he takes her underwear and her jeans off together. 

“I’m getting a bit lonely here.” Nadia quietly complains. She sits up immediately and approaches Y/N from behind to take her bra off. She kisses her neck as she gropes her chest. “How are you feeling?” She asks sweetly as they both watch Harry take his clothes off.

“Really nervous.”

“You want to do this, for real?” Harry asks. He knows it’s a bit too late but he needed to hear it from her just to be sure. Because as much as he wants to have this night for themselves, there’s a tiny part of him that wished it was just him and … No, she’s your friend and you have Nadia. 

“Yeah.” She purses her lips as she eyes his chest. God, she’s checking him out right now and for the first time, he’s actually aware.

 “Alright. Nadia, go to the bed,” Harry instructs her as he bites his lip. He sits on the edge of the mattress as he fists himself slowly. “Come here and suck it.” His voice deepens. Nadia smirks as she kneels on the floor. Her hands replace his as she confidently spits on him to jerk him off. Y/N stands in the corner of the room watching the couple. She definitely felt like she was intruding. “Come here.” Harry’s voice softens. His hands intertwined in Nadia’s blonde hair softened as he watched his friend walk behind her to sit beside him.

 “Should I do something?” Y/N asks as she covers her chest. Harry laughs as he removes her arms. 

“Baby, why are you covering up?” This nickname seems to be a popular word tonight. It made Nadia’s focus from their pleasure to just observing them. “Why won’t you come a bit closer,” Harry suggests. His hand takes her face as he kisses her. Nadia goes faster trying to deep throat him so she can try and get his attention back on her but all he does is ignore her as his hands play with Y/N’s chest. Groping and sucking and overall, just loving.

 “Fuck.” Y/N mumbles out loud as she watches Nadia suck her best friend’s dick. 

“You want to give it a go?” Harry takes himself out of Nadia’s mouth. He slaps her cheek and moves himself to the bed. “Y/N, come here.” She obeys. He gestures her down as he grips himself in front of her. He helps guide it into her mouth as he cups one of his balls. The pure image of her laying down on his bed sucking his dick made him already want to burst. “Fuck, baby you’re such an angel aren’t you?” 

Nadia helps herself onto the bed and without a word, she sits on Harry’s face so she doesn’t have to hear him talk. She didn’t even face Y/N because she realized this was a big mistake. Her fault for drinking too much wine. 

Harry’s hands held onto Nadia’s thighs as he ate her out but once he felt Y/N gagging, they immediately went to her instead. His big hands removing her hair from her face as he slowly forced her head down. Her eyes rolled back a bit as he thrusts himself involuntarily into her mouth.

 Nadia pulls his hair and puts more pressure onto his face so he can direct his attention back to her. He gropes her boobs as well but that didn’t stop him from thinking of the dirtiness Y/N was doing. He instantly tapped Nadia off him as he pushed himself up. He made Y/N sit up so he can push her onto the bed where the pillows were. He held her arms above her head as he sucked on her nipples. His tongue bouncing in and out of his mouth as he left soft licks down her torso until he reached her wet centre. His fingers going into Nadia’s mouth before rightfully so inserting them into Y/N’s core. Soon after he fingers her at a quick pace. He ignores the fact Nadia sat on the bed, just looking at them speechless. 

“Fuck, I know you’re fucking beautiful but the way you look right now is driving me absolutely mad,” Harry mumbles as his hands tightened on Y/N’s neck. As she reaches her first orgasm, Harry reaches over her to put on a condom. After permission. He rocks himself forward, putting one of her legs on his shoulder. Nadia hovers over Y/N’s chest to kiss Harry but she slowly pushes his chest to make him stop focusing on Y/N. Harry for once got her message. He takes his condom off and tosses it onto the table. He puts a new one on and forces Nadia on all fours. He fucks her behind as he pulls on Y/N’s hair. His eyes watching her chest and her centre as she laid down beside Nadia touching herself. Nadia leans over to make out with her but all Harry wanted to do was fuck Y/N all over again. 

Not after long, Harry pulls out of Nadia without another word. He takes his condom off and stands from the bed and pulls Y/N from her legs. He flips her around and bends her over the mattress. He slaps her ass and holds her arms down as he fucks her hard. His hand eventually tugging on her hair as he let out grunts. Naida watches her boyfriend fuck his best friend bare as she hears him mumble, “Best fuck ever”

~

The following day, Harry leaves Y/N in his bed as he goes to the kitchen looking for Nadia. He was wondering where she was. Yet there she sat in his shirt, crying at the counter. 

“Are you okay?”

“You’re really asking me that?” She wipes away a tear as she sarcastically laughs. 

“Why?”

“I know you like her.” She closes her eyes. “You told me there was nothing to worry about but the way you treated her last night… it’s a whole new story.”

“Nadia, we had a lot to drink I’m sorry if I made you feel like that.” Harry tries to reason with her. There is no way he likes Y/N. she’s normal and he’s famous. She wouldn’t want to be part of his mess. She’s basically out of his league anyway. 

“Harry! You legit fucked me for 3 minutes while making you and her cum five times.” Harry covers his face with his hands. 

“You suggested it, didn’t you?” He retaliates. “I don’t know what happened last night. You should’ve said something. It was her first time.”

“I think you’re forgetting it’s my first time too.” Nadia mumbles. Harry immediately shuts up as he feels the guilt in his chest. Nadia puts her coffee mug in the sink before going up to him. “Be honest. Do you like her? Was last night really the best fuck you ever had.”

“I don’t fucking like her Nad!” Harry groans. “She’s my best friend and I did that because I didn’t want to make her feel left out. I’m sorry.”

“I d-”

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” Harry steps forward to put his hands on her shoulders. He didn’t like Y/N. They were just friends. Nadia is who he is seeing. “She wasn’t even that good. I was just showing her the ropes. Every time she made me cum I was thinking of you.” Nadia laughs but Harry gulps as he knows that was for sure a lie. Y/N was a living wet dream last night. He was pretty much still thinking of her when he woke up today with her laying down on his chest.

 “Glad to know.” A voice speaks up. Y/N was dressed in a spare shirt she had in the house as she stood by the archway. She was nervous to see them in the kitchen but she had hope that everyone would forget about last night “Thanks for teaching me.” She sarcastically replies. She leaves the house without another word. 

Harry. Harry, her best friend who basically said yes to her last night was now shoving her dignity up her ass. She could even feel a tear fall down her face after what she heard from him. She knew she was new to it all but to be judged at a time you were the most vulnerable is fucked up. She expected more from them. From his especially, since last night he couldn’t shut up about her. 

“Y/N, don’t go,” Harry yells out as he stood at his door watching her go to her car. “I- That’s not what I meant.”

“Fuck you!” She coldly replies as she opens her door. She tosses her purse and last night’s clothes in the passenger seat before closing the car door for herself.

“Y/N. Baby, don’t go. Nadia was jealous about last night.” Harry pleads as he taps her window. She opens it slowly and sighs.

 “Was she not the one who initiated it?” She snaps as she puts her sunglasses on. “I knew last night was a mistake.”

“Y/N. It wasn’t -hey, get out of the car. Can we talk?”

“I don’t feel like talking. That’s the problem.” She rubs her cheek in frustration. “It’s not your fault okay? I just need time.”

“Time for what?”“

Time to understand that things are different for us now.”

“No, it’s not. You’re my best friend. Y/N come-”

“Harry, I’ll reach out just give me some time.” She repeats to him.

~

It’s been a week since Y/N ghosted Harry. A week absolutely too long, in his opinion. Their routine used to be solid. They would facetime, visit each other, and honestly just talk. Some nights they watched movies, some nights they made dinner but at least they were together. As much as Nadia was mad about that night, she forgave Harry because he’s right. She initiated it so the most she can do is let go of her anger. But maybe it wasn’t just Harry lying to himself.

 “You okay?” Mitch asks him as they sat in his home studio trying to make a new song.

 “Y/N is mad at me.” He lets go of the guitar on his lap to scratch his nose. “She asked for some space but I don’t know for how long.”

“You miss her.”

“No.” Harry lies because missing her was already another tunnel into a statement he denied. He is not romantically interested in her. “I wish she came back that’s all. She’s stressing me out.”

“You miss her because you realized she wasn’t the problem.” Mitch pushes further. He smirks a bit as he watches Harry become speechless. “I don’t know what happened to you guys but don’t let her out of your sight. You might not realize she’s gone.”

And as Harry pretended to sit there like he didn’t care, a strong feeling in his chest arose. Something that’s been buried deep for way too long.

 ~

2 months later.

“Happy birthday Sarah!” Y/N greets her as she walks into her home. It was Sarah’s birthday and Mitch decided to throw her a surprise party. 

“Thank you so much.” She smiles as she hugs her. “I haven’t seen you in so long, where have you been?

”“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.” Y/N answers truthfully. She puts Sarah’s gift on the table beside them as the birthday girl takes her hand to lead her into the living room.

“Guess who’s here!” Sarah yells out to her friends. Nadia sitting on Harry’s lap was the first one to notice Y/N and soon after the man underneath noticed too. 

“Hi, guys!” Y/N smiles as she tries to ignore the couple on the couch. Harry was about to greet her when a man walked up behind Y/N.

“Babe, here’s your charger.” The guy hands it to her as he puts his arm behind her lower back. 

“Thanks.” She smiles sweetly as she holds his hand instead. “This is Brendan. We’ve been dating for a while.” She proudly introduces him to everyone.

“You finally got a boyfriend?” Mitch teases as he drinks his beer beside Harry. “Nice to meet you.” Brendan nods as he greets him back. Overall, Y/N was happy, he came with her because the way Harry was looking at her made her not feel so good.

As the party continued, Y/N’s boyfriend stuck to her like a lost little boy. At least that’s what Harry thought. After Nadia went swimming in the backyard with some other girls, he sat with Mitch secretly observing Y/N. She looked happy and overall, just pretty... really pretty. 

As other guests walked around the house socializing, Sarah and Mitch sat with Harry at the couches while Y/N and Brendan made their way over towards them. “Glad to see you again.” Harry greets Y/N nonchalantly as he raises his beer to them. His eyes were focused on the TV that was playing some movie. 

 “You too. It’s nice to see you and Nadia still together.”

“Yeah.” He replies and after some silence, he realized he needed to get out of here. “I’m going to the kitchen.” He sighs as he rubs his thighs. Y/N wanted to follow him. She knew it was going to be awkward seeing him again but she didn’t expect him to be this mad. Does he even have the right to be?

“Brendan, I’m going to get a snack actually. Why won’t you ask Mitch about how his job works since you were wondering?”

“Oh yeah, sure.” Brendan looks confused as she steps away from the conversation. Y/N walks to the kitchen and sees Harry biting his cheek as he munched on some chips from the bowls laid out. 

“I know you were mad about me wanting some space but I don’t know why you’re still mad about it.” Harry laughs sarcastically as he watches her. 

“It’s been 2 months and you’re asking me why I’m mad?”

“Well, yeah. I thought you’d be happy to see me again.”

“No, Y/N. I would be happy if you got out of your fucking car that day to talk to me. I would be happy if you just told me why you needed space.

”“You’re telling me it’s not clear to you?” She crosses her arms against her chest.

“I expected you to come back!” He looks around the kitchen and lowers his voice. “It’s a bit hard to see someone everyday then suddenly they disappear.” He scoffs. “You wouldn’t answer my texts or my calls.”

“We shouldn’t have done what we did that night.” She mumbles. “It was the alcohol and the temptation that influenced us and at the end, it’s what destroyed us.”

“Do you regret it?” He closes his eyes, praying she didn’t. Because maybe just maybe, that night meant a lot to her the same way it did to him. Does he love her? Yes, but romantically? He has no fucking idea. He just misses her.

 “I don’t know.” Not the answer he wanted. “Look it’s not your fault nor was it Nadia’s but I think our choice made me realize who I am in your life.”

“Not to be fucking clueless but what does that even mean?”

“Yes, I’m your best friend but at the end of the day, you saw me as a girl you pitied that night. A girl that meant nothing to you but just for your pleasure.” She clarifies for him.

“Y/N what? That’s not true. How-”

“I heard what you said to Nadia.” She shakes her head “I’m not stupid. I know how those work but I expected more from you. I just thought you wouldn’t see me that way. We had so many moments together that night and I finally realized how good of a man you are for me. Yet the next day, I hear you tell your girlfriend that I suck in bed and you were using me. Hurts a bit.” She sarcastically laughs. “Who am I kidding? That hurts a lot.”

“What so you love me now?” He retaliates. “Nadia was jealous. I had to tell her that. It doesn’t mean it’s true!”

“Funny thing is - I do love you, Harry. That night. it made me realize that maybe I was in love with you this whole time! You were so sweet and gentle and it made me feel good. You made me feel safe but I didn’t need you to throw my feelings back at my face!”

“In love with me?” Harry hysterically repeats after her. “You’re dating some loser named Brendan and you’re telling me you’re in love with me?”

“So you’re saying you did not feel anything that night?” She bites her cheek, trying not to cry. He stays silent, pretending to look at the chips and deciding what to eat next. “Goodbye, Harry.”

“Y/N.” He speaks up as he denies her eye contact. “I don’t like you that way. I don’t and I never will.” His last words burned in her head. As well as in her heart. God, she’s crazy. 

But maybe he’s worst.

He said that lie a million times in his head and saying that to Y/N made it feel 100% more real. He doesn’t like her because she’s normal. She’s perfect and she’s his best friend. Friends don’t call their friends baby. Friends don’t look at Y/N the way he does. That’s why he’s going to stick to this decision. If he has to lose her as a friend then fine because no way in hell would he lose her if they were together. 

Because that hurts more and Harry is tired of hurting. 

Part 2 Part 3

[empressapprentice]

Arcana Headcanons: Infidelity + M6

I’m back with more headcanons, and will be sharing even more soon as I have more free time! My last batch was super sweet and fluffy, these are decidedly not. I’m doing these headcanons as character study exercises, and since the LIs are so devoted to you in-game, I wanted to think about what could possibly motivate them to cheat. Not all of these involve sex because I thought that certain characters would consider emotional interactions cheating on their partner. But warning for non-explicit sexual content for several of the M6--I’d say this is PG-13. These are kind of long, but I felt I needed some good exposition to set things up. I hate how much I enjoy angst :( Feedback and requests are always welcomed: if you hate it or love it, let me know why so I can improve! Plus, check out my Ao3 here, where I’ll be posting these as well.

Asra

Asra will never, ever regret giving up half his heart for you. But one night, he can’t sleep, feeling regret for the friendships and relationships he missed out on because it’s so difficult to form connections with others. He wishes that while he waited for you to recover from the resurrection, he’d been able to let others into his life.

He’s slept with people other than you (Julian, for one), but not since you woke up after the ritual. He realizes that he can’t remember any of his previous encounters. He completely forgot what anyone other than you feels like to hold and to touch.

The next day, he tells you that he wants to take a quick overnight trip to Nopal. With such late notice, you can’t tag along. He just wants to spend some time alone and actually get to know the villagers for once, intending to practice his social skills and break the cycle of isolation he unintentionally maintained with the people there.

When he sits around the fire, eating and sharing stories with the villagers, a handsome young man approaches him. He says that he’s always had a crush on the mysterious magician, but could tell that Asra was never open to getting to know anyone. Asra, remembering that he doesn’t know what it’s like to be close to someone else, starts flirting back. Before he knows it, his lips are brushing against the stranger’s.

The moment their lips meet, Asra pulls back sharply, overcome with guilt for betraying your trust. He shakily apologizes to the young man, saying he didn’t know what came over him. He runs back to his hut, gets on the Beast and travels back to Vesuvia as fast as possible. Faust comforts him as he sobs silently, thinking about never wanting to leave your arms again.

Nadia

Nadia is visiting a neighboring territory and sitting through a very, very boring dinner with dignitaries. She’s been away from Vesuvia for a week and anticipates having to stay for at least one more as negotiations drag on. She’s loath to admit it, but she’s lonely. The letters you’ve exchanged via Chandra only make the separation more painful.

So when a diplomat approaches her with questions about Vesuvia, she’s happy to have some company. She clearly admires Nadia quite a bit and compliments the work she’s done to turn Vesuvia around.

While basking in her companion’s kind words, she unconsciously moves closer to the other woman. It doesn’t take long for the conversation to become personal, moving away from professional networking. And even more quickly, the conversation becomes flirty. When Nadia moves her hand to touch the other woman, her intentions are clear. The diplomat is flattered, but hesitant, asking, “Aren’t you married?”

Nadia is momentarily stunned by the question, but refuses to lose her composure. The lie comes easily, from years of schmoozing fellow politicians. She replies that her marriage is open. The diplomat smiles, unaware of the shame pooling in Nadia’s core. She sheepishly invites the Countess back to her room.

Though the dinner is long over and the party moved into the sitting room for a digestif, many having already left, Nadia finds herself worried how it would look for the two of them to leave together. She hates herself for worrying more about appearances than you, but she’s been particularly hungry for the feel of a body next to her in bed and she’s frustrated at not being able to get what she wants for once. So, she agrees.

She excuses herself, saying that she must retire for the night, and waits a few moments for the diplomat to leave as well.

Nadia excuses herself after the shameful act, saying she must be in her own bed when servants come to wake her in the morning. She spends the rest of the night staring at her ceiling, vowing to never tell you about her indiscretion. You find out, of course, knowing your wife too well for her to hide that something’s wrong.

Julian

One night, he goes to the Rowdy Raven and is mid-tankard of Salty Bitters while animatedly telling the story of how he helped defeat the Devil. When he finishes weaving the tale, he heads back to the bar to another drink. Before he can get his coin purse to pay, an extremely attractive stranger tells Barth to put it on their tab--payment for the entertaining story.

Julian gratefully accepts, sliding into a seat to chat with the stranger. Whether consciously or unconsciously, Julian turns his charm up even more, wanting to make sure he keeps them entertained. They swap introductions, Julian’s natural tendency to call people affectionate names and his rakish attitude being interpreted as flirtation.

As the stranger returns the affection, Julian realizes what’s happening but doesn’t want to stop it. He’s practically glowing from the kind words flowing from the mouth of his new friend and is addicted to the feeling. A nagging voice tells him he should get back home to you, but it is quieted when the stranger moves closer to him, running a finger over his chest.

The stranger downs their drink and gets up abruptly. They tell Julian to finish his drink and meet them in the alley outside, with a cheeky comment about seeing what else his mouth could do thrown over their shoulder as they walk out the back of the tavern.

Julian’s breath catches at the thought of a clandestine alleyway quickie, and he can’t deny how appealing the idea seems to him. He stares at the drink remaining in his glass, fighting a mental war over whether to finish it quickly and run to the alley.

Barth approaches Julian, noticing he was about to finish his latest drink and anticipating a request for a refill. While waiting for Julian to finish, he makes light conversation with him. When he asks how you are doing, Julian bolts upright. His face reddens at the mention of your name, knowing he made a grave mistake even considering the stranger’s offer.

Julian leaves the rest of his drink untouched. He awkwardly gets up, says goodnight to Barth and hopes that he won’t run into the stranger when he exits the Raven out the front door. Mercifully, he doesn’t, but he might not have even noticed, he was so focused on getting back to you.

When he reaches the front door of the place you share, he’s sobbing. Even though it’s late, you are waiting up for him, knowing that he often needs you to offer him water and get him to eat some food after a night out. He falls on his knees before you, utterly broken by the kindness of you waiting to take care of him, and begs you to listen to him one last time. He tells you, again, that he is no good for you and it is inevitable he will break your heart. He confesses everything that happened at the bar, his voice breaking when he says how close he was to cheating on you. He admits in a small voice that he will never be worthy of you--despite all he’s changed, he’s always one step away from hurting you.

Lucio

Lucio is dressed in a new outfit, finely made and very flattering. He is about to attend a party at his estate in honor of the summer solstice. The last step in his pre-party ritual before joining you and making a grand entrance fashionably late is to admire himself in the mirror. He poses and struts in front of it, hyping himself up for the night, but stopping short as he notices a grey hair in his meticulously coiffed style.

Moving closer to the mirror, he is horrified that several other grey hairs have popped out since the last time he dyed his hair, not long ago. Stepping back, he frantically tries to change the style to hide them, shrieking as he realizes the wrinkles on his forehead are deeper than he remembers. The time-honored ritual, which has never failed to put him in the right mindset for a night of socialization, has only made him more self-conscious about his age than ever.

He starts pacing around his room, heels clicking and mind racing. He feels a strange sense of longing for his old life, when he had no responsibilities and never worried about the consequences of his actions. He’s old now, and he wishes for the freedom and stupidity of youth.

When he makes the grand entrance with you at the party, his heart isn’t really in it. He immediately heads for a servant, demanding a glass of hard liquor instead of his usual sparkling wine. One glass turns into several, and it’s not long before he’s very intoxicated. You see Lucio drinking more than usual, but you keep getting distracted by guests and can’t figure out what’s going on with him.

Once he’s drunk enough to not care about anything--just as he intended--he makes eye contact with an attractive woman in a slinky gown and winks. His rough flirting works, as the woman comes up to him. He feels a mixture of pride and shame that he’s still attractive and powerful enough to draw someone in with nothing more than a wink.

They chat briefly, but they both know Lucio desires more than conversation and the guest is more than willing to oblige. He takes the woman’s hand, leading her to an alcove far away from the party and they begin to make out. Soon his pants are at his ankles and they’re doing far more than kissing. It’s rough, messy and fast, exactly the thing he would have done in his life before he got the plague and before you.

The woman leaves him panting when they’ve both finished. His stomach drops as he realizes that this cheap attempt at feeling young again only made him feel worse. He realizes with a start that he jeopardized the thing that actually fulfills him and makes him truly happy.

Muriel

Muriel dislikes social interactions with pretty much everyone, especially strangers. How could he possibly cheat on you when he can hardly stand to spend time around his friends?

But as he becomes more comfortable with being around people, he starts spending time around the Palace. Usually, he’s waiting for you to finish your duties with Nadia so he can walk you home or go back to the shop for dinner, but sometimes he comes early so he can spend a quiet moment in the gardens.

The more time he spends at the Palace, befriending some of Lucio’s poorly-behaved albino animals and trying to train them, the more time he spends with a certain servant determined to befriend him.

At first, they don’t even catch his attention, he’s so used to tuning other people out. But this servant notices his gentle nature and sometimes brings him some water or tea and a pastry while he’s sitting by the fountain. They claim that they’ve been trained to always serve the needs of their guests, but they’re mostly interested in getting Muriel to open up.

After several weeks of Muriel becoming used to the servant and accepting that they can be trusted, he begins exchanging a few words with them beyond a grunted thanks for the refreshments. The way the servant approaches him reminds him of you and he finds he doesn’t mind light conversation to entertain him and distract him from Lucio’s pets.

One day, he realizes with a start that he not only trusts the servant and enjoys their company, but that he finds them attractive. He panics, not knowing how to tell you. He feels so ashamed of himself for letting someone new in and he’s never felt attracted to someone like this before, other than with you. He’s confused on how to handle his feelings and how he should tell you, if at all.

He confesses the situation to Asra before going to you. Asra is very kind and supportive, saying that it is natural to find other people attractive and that it’s a good sign that he is willing to let a stranger befriend him. But Muriel can’t shake the idea that he’s done wrong by you and refuses to come back to the gardens.

Portia

Given how much Portia likes secrets and romance stories, I think a part of her would love the idea of a sneaky romance. Portia is a deeply practical person, but there are times where she can get carried away with romanticism. The thrill of getting away with it and using her knowledge of the secret passages in the Palace, etc. to hide a tryst holds some appeal to her, but she’d feel ashamed of even fantasizing about it.

She has to work on the first night of the Masquerade after the events of the game due to her new responsibilities at the Palace. Out of solidarity, you work too, creating real-time magical spectacles to surprise guests. To keep up the aesthetic, you’re both still wearing costumes and masks.

While Portia is in the ballroom, she’s fretting over the floral displays and a heavily intoxicated person knocks into her, sending the vase flying. Before Portia can even react, she falls into strong arms, rescuing her from the splashing water and strewn flowers. She turns to thank the stranger, and they say she can express her gratitude by granting them a dance. In the spirit of the Masquerade, she accepts.

She and the stranger twirl around the dance floor to a fast-paced song. The stranger is a fantastic dancer and leads Portia through the steps flawlessly. They end the song by dipping her low. The music switches to a slow ballad while the lights dim. Still breathless, the stranger pulls Portia close, and she loses herself in the moment. The ambiance is incredible, and kissing a gorgeous masked stranger at a ball could not be more storybook-perfect. Their lips touch, until a swirl of magical energy brushes her and she remembers you. She steps back from the stranger and runs off, forgetting about her duties, the flowers on the ground and the rest of the Masquerade. She feels horrible about kissing someone other than you but can’t shake the smug pleasure deep inside her that loves her fairytale romance coming to life.

[shadow--writer]

Ey, good to know that the headcanon requests are open! I was wondering if you could do one of the main 6 as MC's best friend? Like, what kind of stuff would they enjoy doing with them, how would that relationship feel like, stuff like that!

Bonus point if you write about how would they act towards an MC who has a crush/is on a relationship with someone else, I am mostly thinking about the other 5. I don't know if this may sound weirdly specific, I just think it's cute to imagine for example Julian giving you relationship advice for, like, Muriel or Nadia haha.

I hope this request is not too troublesome or long, but as an end note I must say that I love your work and that I am in love with the way you write. I hope you have a nice day!

Aww omg thank you for your kind words! I’m so sorry this took forever to get out haha. I burnt myself out with writing but I’m falling back in love with it. 

I really hope I did this justice, this was a ton of fun! Platonic headcanons are so much fun to write 10/10. I hope you’re having a good day/night anon, and I hope you enjoy! 

Main six (not really x MC but hush) x MC best friends helping with crushes

~~~~ Julian

You two are such besties it’s not even funny

He loves you so so much and loves helping you out (even if his love life is a disaster most of the time as well)

The two of you have sleepovers all the time do not @ me

Gossip, painting nails, going to bed at such awful times, the whole ta do. Since you were specific with relationships with him we’ll do Nadia

So this is not main story so let’s say he has his memories 

LOVES the fact that you like Nadia, totally had a crush on her as well, I mean who wouldn’t?

Knows what she likes and would help you plan out dates and how you would ask her out. Wants to know all that happened. Give him the deets!

He’s protective, but supportive and sweet making him a wonderful friend. Terrible with secrets though. Terrible.

Asra

Y’all are already besties but you get even closer 

Asra has THE BEST sleepovers. Even when you two live with one another you can tell when it’s sleepover time

Makes AMAZING snacks and tea, you two make a pillow fort and stay up super late talking. Faust loves burrowing through the fort

Oooh boy we’ll say he gives advice about Muriel. Since they are also best friends and ugh this was one of my fav parts of Muriel’s route (when it was flushed out well)

Um, you liking Muriel?! He would die. Tell him EVERYTHING! Did you kiss yet? A date? Does he like you?

100% would help you plan dates and gifts. Wears the worst disguises to follow behind at restaurants for the story and to make sure his two best friends are doing okay

One of the best advice givers. One of the worst advice followers. Keeps a secret like he’s a safe. Always says he loves you, draws out the words but he means it because he does love you

Nadia

Nadia is the best one out of the main six for friendship. The BEST

You two go on shopping sprees, hang around the palace, she loves going out with you as friends and just talking 

All of the main six have sleepovers with their friends. Do not come for me, I will die on this hill. Nadia’s sleepovers rival Asra’s. 

Pillow fights, long baths, long talks, a ton of gossip and just talking. She loves talking with you, about anything and everything. Adores hearing about your love life

When she hears how you like Portia sleepover is canceled and it’s operation get the MC and Portia together 

She gives the best advice (and follows advice) and has the best ideas for gifts. And you better tell her what happened on your date with Portia. 

Nadia is a very loving and warm friend. She (and Portia) give the best hugs as well.

Muriel

Awww so Muriel would take a little bit to warm up to you with friendship 

Once he does it’s soft friendship hours. Sleepovers don’t happen super often unless you two were doing something and it got late

The chickens love you :]

Very soft friend. Stiff hugs. Takes him a little while to warm up to hugging but once he does you’re being lifted off the ground in a breathtaking bear hug

Quiet listener. Doesn’t really do advice but will listen to you talk. Figuring out you like Asra was no trouble 

He’s protective of you and Asra so he’d give Asra the same “hurt them if you dare” talk he gives you. But after…

Advice advice ADVICE! He knows what Asra likes and would have fun planning little dates and gifts with you. Loves seeing his friend’s in love. Would tease Asra a little as well.

He is like a SAFE. Better than a safe even! Best secret keeper. The BEST. He’s a quiet friend, but a warm one as well. 

Portia

Portia and Nadia are some of the best friends you could ever ask for. Portia gives you food she’s made at random times

Sleepovers every week when you two aren’t exhausted. Pepi loves playing with you when you come over 

She’s not the best advice giver but boy is she loving and protective. If someone hurts you you’d better hide the shovel otherwise Portia will be digging a grave

Her hugs are the best. The actual best. If you’re taller she pulls you down to bury your face in her shoulder. World cold. Portia titty soft and warm kind of thing. Pats your head at random times. Boops your nose. All the platonic touches

Loves love life talk. Loves crush talk. She’s like the main character’s friend in a teen romcom, all the gossip about her friend’s crush. So it turns out yours is Lucio. 

It’s uhh...a shock to her. You like...Lucio?

The most chill out of the main six with crushes. Squeals, but let’s you do your own thing for a majority of it. She helps when you struggle or ask. Teaches you to make cookies to give to Lucio

She gives you so many baking lessons. Most of which ending up with the two of you passing out in the pillow pile due to the amount of sugar you take in.

Also a safe. Way better than her brother. Locks her lips and throws away the key. 

Lucio

The type of friend to burst into your house like: “wake up bitch you will NEVER guess what just happened”

Not the best listener. Sorry, he really likes to talk. You’d have to shut him up. He loves listening to your problems (laying on his stomach with his legs up lol) but he just runs his mouth

Also one of the worst secret keepers.  He seems fine at first but then he lets things spill at the WORST TIMES

Talking about crushes really brings out his whole romantic side

Finds out you like Julian and he will bitch, moan, and laugh

He’s so meannnnnnn. But in the friend way that makes you smash his face with a pillow. 

Yes he would help you with dates. He would want to dress you. And help you pay for gifts. Knows Julian pretty well but rocky relationship so he does his best to let you do your own thing

You two wreak havoc upon the palace at night

Sliding around the floors in your socks with Mercedes and Melchior charging at your heels

He never fails to make you laugh when you feel down though. He’s amazing emotional support.

[asraalnazarlove]

the arcana 6: getting you to eat

i'm having a hard time of it and these lovelies get me through tough stuff. thought maybe i'd post it.

ASRA. - he's first to notice you not feeling well, just from the connection he has to you; your energy is low, and he gets a little worried. he asks what's wrong, and when you tell him, he escorts you gently to the kitchen and has you sit on the counter and talk to him about random things while he cooks your comfort food for you. he makes you hot chocolate, or tea, or whatever you favorite warm drink is, to sip on while he cooks. - when it's finished, he walks with you to the couch and eats with you, telling you stories from his travels. after you finish he takes the bowls back to the kitchen and then joins you on the couch. you nestle into him, listening to his steady heartbeat, and fall asleep while he winds his fingers through your hair and hums a foreign lullaby you've never heard.

JULIAN. - oh boy does he worry. he fusses over you immediately, and decides the thing to do is take you out to a dinner at the rowdy raven. he pulls you gently along, pays the tab, and gets you your favorite. he tells you jokes and stories and makes you laugh until you forget about your upset stomach, and you eat your entire meal, finishing it off with a sip of his salty bitters--which you gag at dramatically. - he buys you a drink or two and you dance to the fiddle he "borrows" from the band playing in the corner; eventually he ditches the fiddle, and the band's music sends you twirling along across the floor and, eventually, across the tables too.

NADIA. - she sees you laying around without your usual pep, and pulls you aside to ask what's wrong. she usually goes with your whim on dinner, if you want to take it in your rooms or while you're working, or otherwise; but today she orders a full course meal with dessert, and makes sure everything is done exactly the way you want it, as close to your hometown flavors as her personal chefs can replicate. she also sends a servant to get a loaf of your favorite bread from the market. - when you have dinner, she engages you in conversation, keeping your mind off whatever it is bothering you. she offers to take you riding after dinner, and you agree; a little jaunt on your favorite horses sounds like just the thing.

MURIEL - at first he doesn't quite know how to address it, but he does understand you need to eat. he carries you from the bed to the fire, and has you taste-test as he makes a thick, hearty stew that would probably keep a bear warm through the winter. he fills a wooden bowl, and sits protectively behind you while you eat. he doesn't say much, doesn't ask why, but you know he's there to support you. - he keeps a bit of a closer eye on you in the future, always making sure you eat. it helps him too, because he'd never been much good at it either, moreso from forgetting. the two of you start to enjoy cooking together.

PORTIA - she's very vocal about her worry. she didn't really mean to but she sort of memorized your schedule, and when you skip dinner she notices. she finds you wherever you ran off to, whatever book or drawing you have your head buried in, and drags you to her cottage where she's had dinner ready to make all day. - she makes a game of dinner with you, inventing new recipes that may or may not taste good. if they're bad, the two of you walk up to the castle together and "borrow" some little things from the palace kitchens, nibbling on bread and butter in the secret passages only portia knows exist.

LUCIO - he might not be the most observant, but he does notice when you don't show up to the designer feast he had ordered for you. he sends servants to fetch you, and when that doesn't work, he comes to find you himself. he haltingly tries to ask what's wrong. he's worried, and you can tell, even though he has a poor way of showing it. - he escorts you to the balcony of your rooms in the palace together, and has dinner brought up. you eat it together on the balcony and then retire to the giant fluffy bed for dessert, where you feed each other chocolate-covered strawberries and candied nuts. he kisses the chocolate off of your mouth.

[thatnerdwolfnell]

@madllamamomma mentioned something about

The Main 6 Getting Their Wisdom Teeth Out

So here it is

Asra:

SUPER cuddly and affectionate.

Thinks he's a poet.

He will tell you how your hair looks like spring and your nose is a flower.

It doesn't make sense but he seems to think it does.

Also he does NOT hold back what he thinks and it's hilarious

he says the dentist looks like a bald chicken and he's right.

"Fauuuutttttthhhhhht faaaautht. Fautht you have a thuch funny name.You awe the betht in the whowe wowld I wove you tho much. I onwy love you and MC and thometime Muwel. Everyone elthe thucks. can we vithit Muwel?!"

Takes the gauze out way too soon and starts bleeding and just does that knife cat grin (except it's super creepy when his mouth is bleeding)

So full of energy but basically passes out as soon as you're home.

Nadia:

She doesn't say much because she knows she sounds stupid and she DOES NOT like being in this position.

People look her on the way back and she'll try to hold her head up but her balance isn't great and she's blushing a lot from embarrassment

even though she STILL somehow looks sophisticated.

"I have to portray thtrength, MC"

You support her and she slips an arm around your waist (maybe a little closer to your butt than she needs to but you're not complaining)

She doesn't want to go home and rest because she just remembered she has to approve some zoning changes and also there's a shop with some shoes you'd look magnificent in that's on the way to the palace and you deserve to wear them.

You assure her Portia's taking care of everything and that you promise you'll let her take you shopping tomorrow.

It takes a long time to get her to rest but when she does you're cuddling in her gigantic bed.

She holds your face in her hands and just stares at you intently for a minute. Kinda squishing your face a bit.

"You'we tho fucking cute...." She mutters before drifting off to sleep.

As you pry her hands off your face you realize that's the first time you've ever heard her say fuck.

Julian:

Honestly he's surprisingly normal.

Maybe it's because he drinks so much that you've just gotten used to it.

The difference between drunk Julian and this Julian is that drunk Julian is horny while this Julian is more like a very nerdy kid in a candy store.

He excitedly tries to explain some of the medical stuff but he's talking so fast with his mouth full of cotton that you have NO IDEA what he's talking about.

Not that he seems to notice.

Occasionally you can tell he's making a very suggestive joke because his face does that smirk and he kinda freezes and watching for your reaction.

You just laugh and he immediately goes back to his rambling.

He starts talking about Portia and Mazelinka and their adventures growing up swinging his arms in dramatic gestures making you duck to dodge his long ass arms.

But honestly you've never seen him so relaxed and happy.

You feel like you're getting a glimpse of a Julian without the weight of the world on his shoulders. Excited, curious, and loving freely without feeling guilty for it.

You're about to put him to bed when he stops you

"Can you do a magic thing?"

You smile and pull up some colourful swirls of light from your hands

He wraps his arms around you staring in awestruck wonder at the lights with the dopiest swollen grin on his face.

He nods. "Thath good. I love that"

And then he turns around and goes to sleep.

Muriel:

He is so scared. People touching him. Looking at him. Hospital gowns. Not his scene. He feels trapped in the sterile windowless room.

He wakes up and watches you the whole time the dentist is talking and his eyes just scream "help"

They give him juice and he just kinda...holds it.

He's a bit touchier than normal. He kind of hangs on behind you as you help him get home and burrows his face into your shoulder.

He wraps himself up in his giant cloak somehow making himself look small and basically only communicates in grunts, hmms and hand squeezes until you're out of Vesuvia.

Once you're in the woods though, he relaxes completely. He keeps stopping to pick flowers wordlessly handing them to you to hold.

Starts pointing out birds and other animals and talks about their migration patterns and their effect on the ecosystem how they were actually originally native to prakra before they spread here and bred with the local species.

He has such a soft low voice and you're not sure if you've ever heard him say this much at once.

You're a little surprised by how much he knows. It can be easy to forget when he says so little.

You know he's smart of course, he'll catch on to things nobody else does and even Nadia has learned to ask for his opinions. But you've never seen him go full infodump before.

About halfway up the mountain he starts giggling (if you can call it that. It's more like shaking with noise.) He pulls out your tarot deck, shop keys, coin purse, and a fistful of flowers from his cloak.

"How did you DO that?"

He just shrugs "I should make you a charm to protect from pickpocketh".

When you get back he sits against the outside of the hut and hugs Inanna.

Chickens slowly start coming to sit on top of them. And his eyes just sparkle.

"Do you want to come inside" "Nope" "You need to rest" "I am"

You decide it's better not to argue so you sit by a nearby tree and pull a chicken into your lap.

Portia:

She's horny.

And she wants everyone to know that you're dating.

"Doctor did you know.... that MC hath the cutetht butt? *Giggles* BUT NOT FOW YOUUUU they'we mine. Both buttcheekth."

You suspect she's taking advantage of the plausible deniability to embarrass you as much as possible.

She's suddenly an oversharer. All the secrets she kept just come flooding out

"My brotherth a doctor but he'th not allowed becauthe hith medical lithenthe got revoked becauthe of the murder and he'th legally dead but he thill doeth doctor thtuff and- MC ITH ILYA UNENPWOYED???"

You just keep apologizing and try to get her home as soon as you can.

She cries when she sees Pepi because "he'th tho cute and thmall MC look how thmall he ith"

She will also try to lift you multiple times just to show off

Luckily Mazelinka is there with soup and that pretty much knocks her out.

Lucio:

Okay man he already has 0 impulse control and says every single fucking thought that goes through his head no matter how stupid.

Like if anything he's EASIER to deal with.

He's infinitely less hyper but he still claims that he will fight anyone who passes.

"Pleathe. I could take him. I'll jutht thwing my thord and he'll RUN AWAY. lemme try."

He's also way more sensitive than usual (which is saying something)

You pass a dog and he goes apeshit.

"MC why doethn't athra like me.... I jutht *hic* want to be hith friendth *sobs*"

He wants to be babied so bad.

Mercedes and Melichor are INSTANTLY protective because the smell reminds them of the dungeon and they want to be ON HIM AT ALL TIMES.

You manage to tuck him in and bring him some water, and just for kicks you read him a bedtime story that he keeps interrupting to give you kisses.

You think he's fallen asleep when he whispers "it'th okay to thwollow gauze right?"

[cygnetofthesea]

Moments: Elite Fanfiction

This is a silly, goofy, bit I wrote while I was making tea yesterday. Sometimes I have an elaborate process and it made me think of how Nadia would have to teach Guzman his way around a kitchen since he grew up with a chef and maid and he needs domestic lessons lol. Will be part of a series of one-shots with GN domesticity. Warning, this is ridiculous af and a big stream of consciousness, hope you guys like it anyway! oh also some mild references of racism and islamaphobia

"You know when I asked you how to make tea, I didn't realize I was signing up for a science experiment."

Guzman looks on with wide eyes as Nadia pulls out a pot, filling it with water while grabbing a measuring cup. She smirks and winks at him as she pulls out a can of evaporated milk from the fridge.

"Hey, you said you wanted to learn how to make my favorite tea," she says with a shrug. "This is how."

Guzman eyes the supplies Nadia laid out on the counter and points at the can. "And what's that?"

"Milk."

He balks at her. "Milk? I've never seen milk in a can before."

Nadia snorts at his bewildered expression and rubs his shoulder affectionately. "Oh you poor, rich baby. Let me teach you. This is called evaporated milk. It’s usually used to make desserts but I like putting it in my tea. Makes it smooth, thick and delicious."

Nadia hums in delight at the thought of the delicious tea and Guzman can't help raise an eyebrow suggestively. "Smooth, thick, and delicious, huh? Sounds familiar."

She gasps, scandalized, and shoves at his shoulder. "You're such a pervert. Don't ruin the moment."

He tickles her waist, teasing. "I thought I was creating the moment."

Nadia fixes a stern look upon him, eyebrows raised, even as she fights back a smile. He sees her trembling lips and wants to tease her some more but instead pretends to be properly chastised.

"Yes ma'am," he says solemnly, his hands clasped together in supplication. "I promise to behave."

"Good," she says with a nod and misses how he mutters "For now," under his breath.

Nadia takes out a glass measuring cup, different from the other ones she had pulled out, and fills it with water.

"Wait, what is that for?"

"This is a measuring cup," Nadia answers patiently. "I'm using it to measure out four cups of water."

"But you already have those measuring cups," Guzman says, gesturing at the smaller, ceramic ones.

"Those are for dry ingredients, this one is for wet ingredients. Like water."

Guzman scratches his head. "This is way more complicated than I thought."

"We haven't even begun! Really, it's simple, just pay attention." She pours four cups of water into a small pot with a wooden handle."

"Wait, why are you putting it in a pot?"

Now it's Nadia's turn to look at him with bemusement. "Where else would I put it?"

"I don't know, in a kettle or something?"

"I told you, I'm making stove-top tea. Kettle tea is fine, but doesn't work as well for what I'm trying to do."

"Oh ok," Guzman says as though he understood even though he didn't. He watches her set the pot on top of the stove attentively, leaning against the counter. "Continue."

Nadia shoots him a teasing look. "I'm going to turn on the stove now. Will you be able to behave near the flame? No hanky panky."

Guzman lunges toward her, wrapping her up in his arms. "Well since you gave me a warning, I'll take advantage of the moment now, thank you." He smacks a kiss against her cheek.

She doesn't struggle out of his grip, instead slaps at his hand on her hand as though calling his attention. "If you're going to goof around, at least pay attention."

"Ok, ok, I'm paying attention." He rests his chin on her shoulder, looking over to see what she was doing. "When does the tea part come in?"

"Oh my god, Guzman!"

"Sorry, sorry, go ahead." He squeezes her bashfully to alleviate her ire.

She heaves a deep sigh. "Ok so as I was going to say," she says pointedly. "Let the water boil for a little bit before you put the tea in."

"How come? Why not just throw it all together?"

"Because the water isn't hot enough to steep the flavors out of the leaves. The leaves will just sit there but the flavors aren't being activated. Only the heat can draw it out, especially if you want the tea to be strong, which I do."

Guzman nods like an attentive student, Nadia's curls brushing against his cheek. He can't help but lean into her more, rubbing his cheek against hers. "Right, that I knew. Now I know to keep the leaves in longer when I make it for you."

"Exactly." She smiles and lightly caresses his ear with her free hand. "So, once you see the bubbles on the surface like that, it means…?"

She waits for him to fill in the blank and like a good student, he says "It’s ready for the tea leaves?"

"Good job!"

She actually sounds genuine when she says that and Guzman, like a dork, feels his chest swell with pride. Hah! He got something right. There was hope for him yet.

She steps away from him and gestures to the loose tea leaves. "Would you like to do the honors? Remember half a cup of the leaves."

Guzman nods eagerly, reaching for the leaves and the measuring cup when Nadia abruptly halts his movements. "Half cup, Guzman!"

He looks at the measuring cup in his hand, confused. "Isn't this half a cup? It looks small."

"Honey, no. It's labeled, see? That's a whole cup. We don't want me dying of heart palpitations."

Guzman whips around to look at her, wide-eyed. "You get heart palpitations? I didn't know that. Are you ok?"

He moves closer to her but she soothes him. "It's ok, it's nothing serious. I've just been over-caffeinating lately because of classes. I should probably slow down on it," she says, rubbing her chest absent-mindedly.

He places his hand against her heart, a frown on his face. He feels the steady thump and he relaxes a little. "How long has this been happening?"

She sets her hand over his. "It's ok. Life of a college student who's double-majoring and with a minor," she says with a wry smile.

Guzman's frown deepens, bordering on a pout as he pulls her into a hug. "You work too hard."

"It's all I've ever known," she says with a shrug, chuckling when he squeezes her tighter.

"It's a good thing I'm here, then."

He hadn't fully grasped just how much stress she was under. He knew, logically, that she had a lot on her plate with school and even a part-time job on the side. She had sent him a copy of her course schedule and her work schedule so that he knew where she was and could coordinate calls accordingly. He remembered opening up the email and balking at how packed it was, his own stress level rising on her behalf. But whenever he would talk to her, she was dismissive and said it was normal.

Nadia was always good at shielding stress sometimes to the point where she wasn't even aware of it herself and it worried him. But he was here now and he would take care of her.

He presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling away softly. Just then he sees the water bubbling over and as though they were in sync, Nadia's eyes widen and she whips around.

"The water!" they shout in unison, rushing to lower the heat.

They watch the bubbles fade until it's just a low simmer. Nadia sighs, shaking her head. "Yeah, that's not a step. Let's not repeat that."

Guzman salutes her and turns back to the measuring cups, taking care to look at the label on them to make sure he picked up the right one. He was definitely not trying to send his girlfriend to an early grave, especially not now that he finally has her.

"Ok, I got it!" He brandishes the half cup proudly, checking to make sure she saw. She shakes her head affectionately at his boyish excitement and claps again, the gesture genuine.

"Nice."

He carefully pours the leaves into the cup, glancing at the water to make sure it didn't bubble over again, but the heat was low and it was sage again. He gets a good whiff of the leaves and is pleasantly surprised by the smell.

"Whoa, what kind of leaves are there? Where do you get them from?" He looks up from smelling them and grins at her. "You know, since they're a staple for you."

"There's a middle eastern café not too far from here with live music and good food. They have a little shop at the back where they sell tea and all kinds of other snacks. Ooh we should go this Sunday night. I think that's when they're having their special and a performer who's supposed to be really good."

Guzman brings over the tea leaves, his grin widening at her excitement. He can't help but beam at her happiness, every time she smiles so brightly or gets excited about something.

"Definitely. Anything you want." He gestures toward the now boiling water with the cup of leaves. "Is it ready?"

"Fire away!"

Guzman looks at her, cautious, before his eyes flit to the open window. Nadia rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder knowing where his mind had gone.

"Don't worry," she says.

Guzman grimaces. "I've heard New Yorkers are crazy and assholes. Especially after what happened here all those years ago."

"It's not anything more or less different than what I've dealt with before." Before he can say anything else, she nods toward the pot. "Toss the tea in before it boils over again."

Guzman knows that he'll always worry about her and about people being hostile or worse, violent, toward her just because of her appearance, her beliefs. But it wasn't because of her, Nadia wasn’t the problem. It was others and what others perceive her beliefs to be. He knew all too well how radical racists could be, creating their own narratives. He knew because once upon a time, he was among those assholes.

He never resented Nadia for her hijab or religion, but he certainly didn't discourage other people's narrow perceptions. Not until he got to know her and learned that all the stereotypes that ignorant people perpetuated were complete and utter bullshit. If he could beat up his past self, he would but instead, he would fight for Nadia. She was no damsel that was for sure, but he would be right by her side, fighting alongside her. Fight for her beliefs, her rights, her freedom. He would spend the rest of his life righting his wrongs and making sure those that did wrong her, would soon learn not to.

But now was not the time for dark thoughts because his girlfriend was looking at him expectantly. He had wanted to learn how to make her favorite tea so that he could make it for her whenever she wished, he wanted to be able to bring her some small piece of comfort when she needed it.

He steps closer to the stove and pours the tea in. He watched in fascination as the boiling water rose to engulf the leaves, turning the once clear water a thick, dark sludge almost.

"Wow, this really is a science demonstration," he murmurs. "It looks like wet mud actually."

Nadia snorts. "Yeah, I suppose so." She looks at him with sparkling eyes, the amusement shining bright. "Your fascination with the simplest thing is both hilarious and cute."

"My parents always drank coffee and even then I never saw them actually make it. Probably because they never actually made it themselves," he adds.

"Well, allow me to humble you," Nadia winks. "Ok now stir with the wooden spoon."

Guzman obliges, stirring the boiling, dark water carefully. The sludge had looked thick on the surface but as soon as he began to stir, the smooth liquid gave way to the spoon.

"Nadia, you humbled me the moment you blackmailed me at that party."

"Hmm I think it took a bit more time than that. Ok so you're now going to let the water boil with the leaves. Then you're--"

"What? There's another step?" he asks, astonished.

Nadia gestures to the can of what he now understood to be evaporated milk. He made a mental note of the size and appearance of the can for future reference. "Yeah, what did you think that was for."

Guzman stammers. "Well…I guess, I don't know, I thought that's supposed to be the last step? Isn't that how the British do it?"

"And when exactly did I become British. Moreover, when were the British deemed to have dictatorship on tea-making?"

"True," he concedes. "I guess I didn't realize there were so many ways to make tea, especially ways that took soooo long."

Nadia shrugs with a grin. "You want quality tea, you have to put the work in."

Guzman couldn't help the broad smile that broke across his face. "Sounds familiar. I had to work really hard for you, didn't I? Worth."

He considers this a moment as Nadia pulls a box from the cabinet. They've been together for awhile now and living together for three months already and still, Guzman had moments where he couldn't believe they were truly together. How many times had he fantasized about running away with Nadia? Too many to count and yet he had never envisioned this particular scenario. The reality was so much sweeter than anything he could have imagined.

"Glad you think so. And I'm grateful you were patient with me." She pushes the open box toward him after kissing his cheek. "Ok now you're going to grab the other measuring cup, the one that's labeled two thirds."

Guzman looks between Nadia, the box, and the simmering pot of tea.

"Nadia, are you making tea or a potion?  Are you secretly a witch and this is your way of telling me?"

"Hey, it wouldn't have taken so long if you didn't keep interrupting with your commentary. You talk a lot." She flicks his ear lob teasingly. "Now hop to it."

"Yes, master."

Guzman takes care to find the correct measuring cup this time and scoops the white granules from the box. "And what is this?"

"Sweetener."

"I thought that was the sugar." He gestures at the shaker labeled azucar. Nadia was so organized he never had trouble finding things even when he first moved in.

"It is, but this is sweetener. It's a good substitute for sugar sometimes, especially for me since I drink too much tea."

"This doesn't have your label on it though."

Nadia twists the box to the side where the brand and logo is presented with the word sweetener on it.

"Oh."

Guzman pours in the milk then the measured amount of sweetener, watching the color change into a pretty brown color, resembling a light chocolate.

"This is cool actually,  I feel like an important scientist. Look what I just created."

"You are an important scientist. My scientist, you did great work."

She rubs his back in that way that's become familiar to him.

Living together, he saw another side of Nadia, one that made him fall in love with her even more and he hadn't thought that was possible. He loved the way he stretched as she woke every morning, the way she put toothpaste on his brush automatically, the way she hip-checked him to spit into the sink before he could, the way she always served him a heaping helping of food like she thought he had been starving for a month, the way she rubbed his back or neck or hair as she passed by him around their apartment. These small moments meant everything to him, these casual but intimate touches that told him she loved him and was thinking about him, kept him in this perpetual state of contentment and he never fails to return the touch.

He does so now, pulling her to his side and kissing her temple and he watches her turn off the heat. He's taking note of everything she's telling him and showing him so he can surprise her with her favorite comfort drink.

"Is it done now?" he asks eagerly. He wanted her to try it and he was excited to see if he had managed to replicate the delicious way she makes it.

"Almost. We have to strain out the leaves."

"Ah shit."

"We should definitely cook more often," Nadia says in amusement, pulling two glasses down from the cupboard. "Forget take-out, we're cooking. I get dinner and a show."

Guzman takes the small strainer from her, taking care with the steaming pot. "Hopefully not burned dinner. I just pour the tea into the cups now? Through the strainer?"

"Exactly and then we're done."

Once Guzman pours out two glasses of tea, he sets them in front of Nadia with a flourish. It's silly but he's still proud especially when Nadia hops excitedly.

"Done?"

"Done"

Guzman watches anxiously as Nadia takes a careful sip, waiting with baited breath for her final verdict.

Nadia sighs in contentment. "Perfection."

"Really?"

"Really."

Nadia sets down her cup to return his enthusiastic embrace. "I know how to make tea now! Who would have thought?"

She pulls away and takes another sip, smirking over the rim of the cup. "Definitely not me."

He sticks his tongue out at her before reaching for his own cup. Nadia was right, it was perfect.

"You know I'm going to expect this to be a regular thing now, right?" Nadia says, her smiling lips pressing against his.

He pulls her close, letting their glasses clink lightly. "Anything for my girl. That's why I wanted to learn. So I could make it for you whenever you wanted."

And he kept that promise for the rest of their lives. Even when they were old and graying, Guzman made sure the love of his life had warm tea ready with a kiss.

[juliandev0rak]

Could I request main 6 when mc crawls onto their lap for a cuddle?

Yes!! I live for this fluff 🥺💖

Asra

he’s sitting on the couch in your apartment when you walk in the door, dripping wet from the sudden rainstorm that had hit just as you left the market 

”You’re back! Did you get caught in the rain again?” He smiles and sets the book he was reading aside

you decide not to answer, a mischievous glint appears in your eyes as you walk over to the couch and plop down onto Asra’s lap

”Ahh, you’re all wet!” he complains as you shake your hair in his general direction, both of you bursting into laughter 

he casts a wordless drying spell on you as his arms snake around your waist, pulling you in for a gentle kiss that seems to dispel the last of the cold you were feeling from the rain

”I missed you.” Asra says, resting his head into the crook of your shoulder

”I just went to the market, silly, you’re the one who goes on trips.” Your voice taking on a slightly scolding tone

”Next time you’re coming with me.” He promises, pressing a kiss to the top of your head

you and Asra spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling on the couch and eating the pumpkin bread you’d stowed safely in your bag, talking about all the places you want to go together 

Julian

it’s late and Julian’s still in his office writing notes in a medical book, he’s so focused that he doesn’t even notice you standing in the doorway

you know if you don’t force him to get some sleep he’ll work all night and show up to the clinic tomorrow morning hyped up on caffeine that can’t hide how tired he really is 

”Julian, it’s late. You need to get some sleep.” You say, stepping fully into the dimly lit room

he’s still so engrossed in his work that he doesn’t hear you so you walk over to him and take a seat in his lap, facing towards him with your arms wrapped around his shoulders

”Oh, uh, hello my dear” His arms reach out to stabilize you, a blush already coloring his face -“Did you um, need something? That is to say- um, that I’m not unhappy to see you here, just surprised..” he babbles, stopping abruptly when you press a kiss to his collarbone 

”It’s past midnight darling, you need to get some rest.” You croon, using your most persuasive tone as your arms tighten around him

”Oh, is it already that late? I’m sorry my love, I lost track of the time.” He pulls you closer in response and you sit there for a few minutes holding each other, one of his hands moves to play with your hair

”Come on, time for bed.” You say after a while, noticing the way his breathing is slowing as he cuddles you

he stands up with a sleepy laugh, arms going to support you as you wrap your legs around him so that he’s carrying you into the bedroom

”I promise I’ll try to sleep if you promise to keep holding me.” He smiles wistfully as he pulls off his boots 

”I wouldn’t dream of letting go.”

Nadia

it’s been a long day of meetings and you can tell Nadia is tired 

for the past hour she’s been listening to Consul Valerius drone on about wine imports and she looks like she has a headache coming on

finally she dismisses him, “That’s quite enough for today, Consul.” and Valerius leaves in a huff, giving you a haughty look as he passes by

the two of you are left alone in the parlor and her eyes close with a wince as the headache comes on, you quickly get up from your seat to sit closer to her

”Nadi,” you say, reaching a hand out to rub her shoulder gently, “Can I help? Do you want me to call for some water?” 

”Consul Valerius always manages to leave me with a headache.” She says disdainfully. “I shall be fine.” 

you’re not so sure, maybe canceling her last meeting of the day would be a good decision, she looks like she needs to rest

before you can open your mouth to suggest it she opens her eyes and regards you with a slight smile “Come here, your presence always makes me feel better.” she pulls you gently into her lap to sit sideways against her

she leans into you and rests her head on your shoulder, you take a deep breath and smell the soothing lavender scent that follows wherever Nadia goes

you reach up to gently rest a hand on her temple, bringing a bit of magic to your hands to try to release the tension she’s feeling

she relaxes further into you, letting out a contented sigh as you begin to ease her headache

you sit cradled in her lap for a while in comfortable silence before she sighs and says “Perhaps we should retire early this afternoon, I think we’re both in need of a nap.” 

Muriel

you’re on your way to Muriel’s hut, soaking in the last bit of sunlight as you walk the now familiar path through the forest 

as you approach the hut you’re nearly knocked over by a grey blur pressing against the back of your legs

”Inanna! Did you come to greet me?” you pat her head and watch as she trots ahead, leading you the last of the way to the hut

Muriel’s waiting for you at the door, holding it open for you with his usual gruff expression

”Muriel, did you send Inanna to get me?” you smile

”I just wanted to make sure you got here safely, I heard you coming.” He says quietly, face spreading into a blush as he refuses to meet your eyes

”That was very sweet of you.” you wrap your arms around him in a hug and feel him stiffen awkwardly for a second before returning the hug, even after the dozens of hugs you must’ve given him by now he still reacts the same way every time

he moves across the room to tend the fire and you follow, taking a seat close to the fire to warm your cold hands after the walk

”Come and sit by me!” you pat the ground next to you as Muriel steps away from the fire

he stares at you for a second and you wonder if he’s planning to stand there for the rest of the night so you pat the spot next to you again, hoping he’ll take the very obvious hint

finally he sits next to you, a lot further away than you had expected and you sigh- time to take matters into your own hands

you scooch over to him and crawl into his lap, watching as his eyes widen in surprise and the blush, which hadn’t really left his face since he’d opened the door for you, deepens 

”I was cold over there by myself.” You smile up at him as his hands move tentatively towards your waist, you snuggle against him and his hands finally reach out to hold you closer

both of you release a breath you’d been holding at the same time and you laugh, his mouth quirking up into the hint of a smile as he holds you 

Portia

you’ve just finished at the shop for the day and are making the trek up to the palace to visit Portia

the trip is long but luckily you know all of the shortcuts and you enter the palace gardens just as the sun is beginning to set

as you walk through the gardens headed to Portia’s cottage you spot a flash of red hair through the trees and find Portia sitting with her back turned to you

she seems to be reading something and doesn’t notice as you round the corner to approach her

”Portia!” You say, launching yourself directly into her lap

her hands reach out around you automatically and she bursts into surprised laughter, “Well hello there!”

”Sorry to interrupt your reading,”  you pick up the book you’d hastily knocked aside and see that it's about garden pest control

”It’s ok! I didn’t want to read that book anyway,” she presses a kiss to the top of your head, “It was boring.”

”And I’m more interesting?” you tease

”Of course you are!” she gushes, “Did you walk all this way to see me?” 

”I missed you.” you say, watching her blush

”I missed you more!” she smiles and you lean in to press kisses across her freckled face

you spend the rest of the sunset cuddling in the garden before it gets too cold and you both decide to move the cuddle session indoors

Lucio

he’s been in a meeting all afternoon and it’s dragging so long that you’re trying to resist the urge to crack the meeting room door open and peak through to see what’s taking so long

finally you hear the door to the room you share with him opening and he walks in, the bored expression on his face turning into a grin at the sight of you

”You’re back!” you say from your spot on the couch where you’ve been trying, and failing, to focus on a new spell you’re learning

”Ugghhh I thought they’d never stop talking.” He complains, pulling off his coat as he shuts the door behind him

he plops down on the couch next to you and presses a kiss to your forehead “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” 

”I’m glad you’re back, I almost went to rescue you.” you joke as his hands reach out to you, pulling you into his lap

”You’d risk a boring meeting to rescue me?” he grins as he nuzzles into your shoulder

”Of course” you relax into him, “I’d follow you anywhere.” 

he presses another kiss to your forehead and you suppress a giggle at the starry-eyed expression on his face, any hint of affection makes him turn to putty in your hands

”Next time I’m bringing you with me, I don’t think I can make it through another meeting about proper aqueduct spacing unless you’re with me” he brings a hand up to hold the side of your face

”I’ll gladly come with you, but I think next time I’ll need my own chair.” you think back to the last meeting you’d attended where Lucio had abruptly pulled you onto his lap in front of all of the new courtiers, it wasn’t that you’d minded- you just didn’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable by his very brazen public displays of affection

”We’ll see about that.” He says, pulling you into a (mostly) sweet kiss

[steponmepinkjun]

What if you were the LI, and the Arcana babes were romancing you? Here's a lil HC of what their fanblog dedicated to you might be like ❤️✨💋

The LIs Running a Fanblog About You 

Warning: This contains Spicey content. If you're not okay with the LIs being lusty for you, this may not be your cup of tea 🤷🏻‍♀️

Asra ~

Welcome to the land of Yearning™

If anyone wants moodboards, playlists, or fic recs for you… Asra is their go-to

He didn't plan to end up in this Fandom, like at all. He actually laughed when Julian told him he would love this dating sim

As soon as he saw your face on his phone screen, though, he felt something change in him. He couldn't place it at first, and he denied it for a long time

But after a while, he couldn't help but smile every time he thought of you. Your name gave him butterflies, your smiling face made him blush

He felt silly for being so invested in a character in a game… but he couldn't deny the way his chest felt lighter every time he thought of you

He started out small, searching for fanart of you, because the time allowed in-game just wasn't enough. Soon enough he's running a fanblog and gushing about you daily

Your CGs make him sigh with love and longing every time he sees them. (Your Love Confession CG is his phone background, and the header of his blog)

He makes gorgeous watercolor artwork of you, and is always open to commissions. You've brought him so much joy, he couldn't keep you all to himself

Asra's a little apprehensive of letting his followers know he regularly consumes Spicey Content about you… but once he does, he gets flooded with requests for increasingly kinky HCs/fics (which he may or may not oblige, but certain topics definitely, uh, pique his interest, so to speak)

Don't tell him I told you this, but ever since he played your route, he thinks of you whenever he's, ummm, having some Me x Me time 👀

Definitely says your name when he cums

Julian ~

You truly don't know the meaning of Horny Jail until you picture Julian's fanblog for you

First of all, you're the only LI he even bothers with

He's loyal asf to you. It's YouXJulian 10Evr, no exceptions. Even poly ships don't fly in his house. He's devoted to you and you alone

He sketches now and again, but is much more comfortable writing about his love affair with you

Definitely writes long, dramatic, beautifully poetic slow-burn fics about you, interspersed with some heavy D/s stuff that he openly admits might be OOC since it's purely self indulgent

The actual king of hurt/comfort smut

It physically pains him to read sad fics/HCs about you, but goddamn he loves the drama of a good redemption arc

May or may not have spent a fair bit of time searching his local cornhub for actors that resemble you to, uh, admire in action

Every song he hears, he imagines you dancing to. Every movie he watches, he imagines holding your hand as you watch it together

Knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would treat you better than anyone else ever could

Any blogs that criticize/flame you? Blocked. And he won't apologize.

Cosplays as you to feel closer and more connected to you 🥺👉👈

Nadia ~

She is That Blog that's a Big Fucking Deal in the fandom because of her beautiful artwork

She may have played other routes first, or after you, but she's very vocal about how you are without a doubt her favorite, and no one could ever tear her attention away

Her artwork of you is always colorful and sumptuous, it feels intimate and personal, like she knows you better than she should be able to

Is a big supporter of other blogs dedicated to you or the other LIs, always reblogs talented work and boosts newcomers to the fandom

Takes her a while to be convinced to make Spicey/NSFW artwork about you… and even then, she keeps it Suggestive rather than All Out Nude

Does that mean she doesn't have some TRULY nasty artwork of you on her desktop for when she's in the mood? Absolutely not 🙊

Is the most Lowkey Horny about her obsession with you. Unless you're close with her, you'll never get to glimpse the depths of her Need™ for you

Super open to taking commissions for artwork of you and other people's OCs, or of you and other LIs from the game

In fact it kinda Does Sumthin To Her to think of you getting down and dirty with someone else 👀

(as long as she gets to watch)

Muriel ~

Get ready to get fucking SOFT AS HELL, yall

No one who knows him IRL knows he plays this game, let alone that he runs a blog dedicated to your character

He doesn't even put his real name on his blog lmfao he is on the DL for real

He mostly starts his blog so he has a way to feel more connected to you and to explore the small, quiet moments that must take place in between the major plot points of your route

It probably takes him several months of prodding and encouragement, but he eventually gives in to his followers' requests for original content from him

Cue the softest, most sunlit, loving, intimate, vulnerable artwork and fics you have ever fucking seen

He's really a sucker for depicting the little stolen moments in his imagined everyday life with you

His HCs are things like what you look like when you sleep, what music you listen to when you drive, what your guilty pleasures at the grocery store are, what your favorite hiking trails look like, etc

It's not that he's ashamed of having Certain Feelings about you

But he doesn't even trust having those kind of fics in his drafts. He screenshots them and consults them late at night when he's alone 👀

When he sees soft, intimate smut, oooooooo he's so taken he might just reblog it

Portia ~

Loving you is not a fad to Portia. It is a lifestyle.

Her blog is modelled after what she imagines her home with you would look like: soft, cozy, warm, unassuming, full of light

The undisputed Queen of Fluff

Whether it's artwork, long fics, HCs, or soothing playlists, Portia manages to evoke the feeling of spending a lazy afternoon with you under the springtime sun in every single one

She's big on protecting your character. Doesn't even dream of creating content that might make you uncomfortable, if you were to see it

MAKES THE MOST FUN AND ENERGIZED CONTENT EVER

What would you dress as for Halloween? Portia already sketched it

Your favorite Gaga song? Portia has a HC that outlines your thoughts on every album's major bangers

Movies that radiate your energy? Portia has an in-depth analysis on deck including what movies you'd love to Netflix and Chill to

Her Spicey Content is very intimate and personal, but that absolutely does not mean it's lacking in wanton, shameless horniness

Get a couple glasses of wine in her and she WILL be drunk-blogging about how unfair it is that you're not real

Lucio ~

100% thirst blog. Shameless asf about it, too

Definitely HCs that all his kinks are your kinks, too

Probably can't draw or write for shit but he'll be damned if that's gonna stop him

Mostly reblogs Spicey content about you, but gets highkey possessive asf if anyone else ships themselves with you

If anyone wants to ship you with their OCs? He's unfollowing

He played your route first, he knew you were perfect as soon as he saw you

Doesn't bother playing the other routes. He knows they could never measure up to you ❤

He's biiiiig into smut written about You x Reader, it lets him imagine himself being the one who's bringing you all that pleasure 👀

He always says he prefers fics where you take a more submissive role, but if he sees a fic of you Domming… he's gonna be in bed the rest of the day, uh, studying that fic, ahem

He knows he shouldn't, but if he sees someone talk about disliking you… He's gonna report their blog for hate speech and also block them

Doesn't want his followers to think he's sappy so he doesn't reblog any soff/fluffy fics about you. He will, however, save them to his drafts and read them over and over when he's having a bad day

[paperstarwriters]

The arcana crew as beast-kin

Why? Because I wanna :P

General notes:

Everyone is based off of the card they’re associated with

Beast-kin tend to have magic that lets them look human (three forms; 1: anthropomorphic beast, 2: human with animal ears/wings and tails, and them as a normal human—I’ll be focusing on the animal aspects)

Just because they can do glamour magic doesn’t mean they can do other types of magic.

They still have their familiars, don’t worry.

If you wanna reference for the first form, just watch Beastars. The design is pretty similar (mainly thinking about the birds)

If you wanna reference for beast-kin in general check out the manga “Milady Just Wants to Relax” it’s what I’ve based the abilities off of and just beast-kin in general.

Asra

This sly fox :)

It’s probably because of my ties with anime but I imagine him like a multi-tailed fox

It’s purely so that you have more tails to cuddle and snuggle with.

You know how when foxes are in the snow they leap into the air then get their whole upper half stuck in the snow?

Well, when Asra hears something they want to catch, or they’re playing with Faust, they sometimes just... well....

It’s funny to see honestly.

Lowkey acts like a dog sometimes. They Loves the pats and chin scratches he can get and will whine until you give him more.

Sometimes you wake up to their tail(s) in your face. Good or bad, you decide.

In most folklore that have them, foxes aren’t exactly trusted, so often, Asra uses his glamour to make himself look like a human. However, when a customer runs unsavoury or maybe there’s just some mean brat that he wants to scare, his shadow still shows off his ears and tail(s)

Cuddles??? Cuddles!!!! Foxes are just so fluffy... Asra is no different. (In fact he might just be even fluffier)

Hate to delve a little into angst territory, but as a child since he was an orphan and all, Asra probably learned to basically act like a dog or a cat depending on the person to get more food, or to convince them that they’re a harmless beast-kin.

Nadia

Design wise, I love humanoid bird designs with their wings doubling as their arms and hands. Don’t ask me how this works logically right now we’re talking about crazy fantasy elements anyways, let me have this.

One thing I cannot get out of my mind is:

Nadia has her back to Lucio and he’s just talking and chattering nonsense. Then Lucio says something insanely stupid or offensive and whoever is talking to Lucio can see Nadia behind him just—

Whips her freaking head around 180°

It’s worse if she’s somewhere dark cause then you just see two red eyes coming into view as she slowly turns to glare at you.

Our queen is proud of her pretty talons, honestly probably spends a day sharpening them with Portia.

Goes out flying with Chandra at dusk if she has the time, and if you can fly (via spells, wings, a broomstick, etc.) you’re welcome to come along

Super accurate hearing. Honestly. It’s hard to hide an injury from Nadia even without her being an owl but she hears you Yelp in pain on the other side of the palace and she’s there in minutes.

Pretty problematic when she has headaches though :(

Preen feathers with her!! She’ll love having you card your fingers though her feathers making them less itchy. You’ll often help her preen after a bath, but honestly she’ll appreciate the sentiment anywhere but during an important meeting. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re providing her such wonderful affection.

Please don’t make owl jokes. She doesn’t like them. Sometimes she just avoids saying “who” so people don’t make that annoying joke. (It’s Natiqa’s favorite joke to make please spare Nadia the pain.)

“...and to whom will I be sending this?” “don’t you mean to “who” Dia?” *glare*

Julian

This is a happy raven ok? HAPPY. no birdie in a cage, ok?

The look we all know is probably his second form leaning to the first. Nadia’s would look somewhat similar

Crows & ravens are pretty dramatic birds. Reminds you of someone doesn’t it?

Idk if Edger Allan Poe even exists in this world, or any variant of it, but if it does... ooohhh if it does... this guy is totally gonna recite the poem in a dramatic flourish, and when he’s drunk you can sometimes find him chanting “ever more” same applies to any and all raven/crow themed media.

Screams. A lot. “Caw, caw b**ch” or “quoth the raven: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Once convinced a bunch of birds to just go n take a dump on Lucio & his statue. He helped the servants clean when the work was dumped on them but they all agreed the bleat he made was hilarious(more on that later)

Shiny thing collector. Portia tried to get him to clean his stuff up but he has since bribed her out of it with a ball of yarn.

He and Portia make an odd pair of siblings, they’re still pretty much the same though. Crows are kinda just cats with wings.

“One day Illia, I’m probably just gonna eat you.”

*overly dramatic offended gasp*

All in good humor lol

Speaking of, their familiars are the same animal as they are!

So sometimes Julian scoops up Malak and says in a dramatic fashion (because however else would he say it) “I’ve found you my long lost brother! Oh how I’ve missed you!”

Portia does the same (more on that later)

Because his sister is a cat, Julian sometimes does a lot of cat-like things. (Case in point, he bleps. Tongue just kinda left out after yawning or something.)

Flies around with Malak often, like Nadia does, and sometimes carries Portia around with him. Will do the same for you if you want him to, sometimes if you don’t want him to as well. Expect to be grabbed from the ground and flown up into the sky at some point.

Bread. Boy loves his lobster claws but bread is a close second. “Aww yisss motha freaking bread crumbs”

Sometimes on a bad day, he just walks in dragging Pepi behind him who has her mouth latched on his tail

Portia

(If this were modern times) “you know, like, nya~!”

Look. Portia is so sweet to be around. But take that plus PURRING? And a soft as all frick FUR?

Honestly I think that sometimes when with Nadia has a bad headache, Portia purring is a great way to calm her down. You—you lucky MC, get to fall asleep to that.

She falls asleep on your lap and you are stuck there. Bound by a rule that transcends time and space. Her purring does little to aid the fact that YOU NEED TO PEE. The universe does not care of your internal tides, for your lover, who is also a cat, rests in your lap.

When she’s chasing down Julian for something stupid he often yells about being hunted. All in good fun!

“Mazelinka!!! Portia’s hunting me again!!!” “I wouldn’t be chasing you if you’d just clean your stuff!!!!”

Small boxes are her jam! Julian hates them, and like other birds doesn’t like closed spaces, but Portia loves em.

Good at squeezing into and out of tight places. Which is really helpful for sneaking around, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Swishy swishy tail.

Cast a little light spell for her to case down. She loves it, you love it, Pepi loves it— everyone wins! (Except for the furniture she crashes into)

Yes, she has picked up Pepi before and yelled very loudly for Julian to hear (often after he’s made the joke of his long lost brother Malak) “Oh Pepi, you’re my favorite sister!!!”

On a bad day, Malak may be found in Portia’s mouth. He’s completely unharmed if only a little ruffled, but it’s gotta be a pretty bad day to find her doing that.

If Camio is in her mouth it’s same business as always. She won’t kill hem either but if Mr. Sh**bird doesn’t shut up she’ll make him shut up. You don’t even know why he keeps coming back.

Not all cats like cuddling, but like Pepi, Portia LOVES it. So long as you’re the right person and not someone unpleasant.

Please don’t step on the tail.

As much as she doesn’t like baths she still does properly was herself. She just really doesn’t like it when her fur is all wet and clings to her body. Do you have a spell to dry her off quickly? Please use it. Save her the misery.

Muriel

pretty sure he’s even bigger as a bear. Like, it’s probably because of the added fur but— woah... Big. Bear.

Big arse bear with scars is SUPER intimidating buuuuut you saw him sitting in the sunlight with Inanna once, just napping in the sun. He looked so peaceful and so dang fluffy!!

He enjoys headpats and gets very flustered at belly rubs. He’s seen you do so to Inanna many times probably kinda wanting you to do the same to him though he would never willingly admit it.

When you two get closer expect to spend some time with his head in your lap. Pat his head rub his ears, Inanna may get jealous if you don’t also provide her attention

Just don’t let him fall asleep there, he’s gonna have a sore back later and you’re going to have numb legs.

Hunting, swimming, carrying you, this boy can do it all.

Unlike his usual(cannon) self, Muriel probably doesn’t carve any bear statures. The only one he’d have was probably a gift from Asra. Carves birds, bunnies, foxes, and wolves instead. Does NOT carve goats. Never have never will.

Again I hate to go int angst but Muriel probably wants to get his claws removed somehow. It’d hurt and it probably insanely unsafe, but they were used as weapons before and its one of the things on him that everyone is afraid of. If he could he’d probably try to change his teeth too.

Show him that claws aren’t something to be feared. They don’t have to be a weapon. They help him climb and hunt food and sometimes to even carve wood. Like humans and knives, his claws aren’t bad or inherently evil, and neither is he.

Giant. Teddy Bear. You will be getting hugs and falling asleep with a Giant Teddy Bear.

He probably keeps in his mostly human form though, because he stands out less that way and he looks a little less intimidating.

Short little bear tail on his butt. Plz don’t touch, he’s going to be blushing so hard if you do (let’s be honest, that’s all the more reason to do so)

In “Milady Just Wants to Relax” Beast-kin are feared as monsters and I don’t think it’d do Muriel any good to have to live with that kind of fear from everyone. However, when you come around un afraid and eager to provide head-pats, but patient enough to let him get comfortable with it, Muriel will probably start using less energy to try and glamour himself.

Sometimes he’s so caught up with you that when you go to the market together he forgets to cast a glamour. While some do get scared off most of the people who you buy from are only a little surprised and take things in stride. They still treat him like he’s human, and he’s forever grateful for that.

If I could write a beast-kin version of his route, the moment you and Muriel meet Morga is probably when you first realize he isn’t human. And it’s because Morga pointed it out.

“Why didn’t you fight? As a beast you’re stronger than them.”

He knows you’ve spent time with Asra but he probably assumed they kept it hidden from you most of the time.

Just love him please. Platonic or romantic doesn’t matter, just give him headpats and belly rubs and boop his nose. Keep him assured that you aren’t afraid of this giant teddy bear.

Lucio

We know of both first and second forms. They’re pretty much cannon, but just not a ghost.

Which means you finally get to pet the fluffy white fur.

This also means his horns can do an irritating amount of damage.

Also he’s so much more noisier now

*loud stupid goat noises*

It’s fun to make him bleat a lot. He tends to bleat when embarrassed. If you’re topping him expect a bleat every time you pin him to the wall.

Tries to butt heads with EVERYONE. Please stop him, Lucio is the only prey animal in the lineup!

Seriously, how has he survived this long?? Muriel is a bear! he could just.... chomp.

not that he would obviously, but I don’t think Asra would hesitate after what he’s done to you and his parents...

Portia too for that matter, if she realized that Lucio had forcefully given Julian the plague, Lucio would be forever running from a feral cat.

I know he’s probably skilled in fighting or whatever, enough to take down various fantastical beasts, but stiiiiiiilllll.....

Is it obvious I dislike Lucio?

Grouchy bias aside, Lucio is really good at climbing. Like I’m pretty sure he’s a sword fighter so just imagine him leaping onto ledges in order to get the high ground.

Still uses eyeliner. I don’t know how since he has fur sometimes, but yeah, he still somehow uses eyeliner.

Honestly he probably keeps in a mostly human form or just entirely human form for that reason exactly. It’s just easier to look good when he’s more human.

But if you wanna pet his luxurious fur then he is all but willing to take on his goat form. In fact, if he turns into his goat form around you (which is always) he pretty much expects you to brush his fur or just run your hands through his fur. He will whine very loudly if you don’t.

Spare everyone else’s ears (especially Nadia’s) and just give him the head pats.

[the1northlanderprincess]

Armony 2x02

To say I was a little disappointed with Armony tonight is an understatement. Yes, I know it’s not all about them, but, you know, ships are the main reason I keep watching shows. No matter...it’ll give me the chance to delve into my thoughts on where this season will take us now that we’ve met Robert. 

So, the only scene we get is when Thony goes to see Arman in jail. He comes shuffling in, and Thony just shakes her head, shocked and horrified to see him with a marred face. His expression is impassive, maybe a bit hardened, when he sees her, and I was hoping he’d be happier to see her, as I’m sure it’s been a while since he’s seen her. But I suspect he doesn’t want her to see him in such a sorry state. He’s a little hesitant to sit down, and when he does, he sighs. Thony picks up the phone first, and when he picks up the other side, she laments over what’s happened to him. He reveals what’s been going on with Hayak and he needs to get out of there soon.

Later on, he asks about how Luca’s doing, and Thony says it’s been tough. His face falls, aching over Luca’s pain. He then inquires about her well-being, and she reveals that she’s feeling as if she’s failed everyone. He clearly disagrees when he looks away with a look of “Baby, no you haven’t”, and tells her not to blame herself. Thony moves on to tell him about Nadia’s plan, and Arman isn’t happy about that. She explains that Nadia says it’s the only option they have left, and he says it’s the worst option. He knows the guy is Bad News Bears. He is then summoned to leave. Thony tells him to just let Nadia do her thing, and then goes on to tell him to be careful. He gets up, and, hardening himself, says that’s not how you survive, confusing her and myself. 

On the way out, Garrett confronts her. She’s annoyed, as always. He conjectures about what may have happened to Marco. Thony rejects his musings and walks out, while Garrett gives her a warning. This makes me think that it’s only a matter of time before he, and others, finds out the true nature of Thony and Arman's relationship. Which brings me to....

This is the season that the love our favorite couple (whether they’ve admitted it or not) is going to be under fire. They will be tested but they will also get closer, and, as a result, will be in danger (there’s a scene in a promo that has Arman rushing out of the office and grabbing Thony, and I am hyped). It will be exploited by their enemies, and they will have to protect one another. Garrett will certainly be a solid candidate for such a thing, but then there’s Robert. He’s already curious about the role Thony has with the Morales’. It’s obvious he’s much more of a threat to Armony than Hayak ever was. I mean, the way he was circling around Thony was very predatory. I wouldn't be surprised if he threatens her to force Arman to do something in order to pay off the debt as the season moves forward. It looks like the fun will begin next week, and I am SO excited.

P.S. I heard The Motif again tonight, but it was in the manner of what we heard in the kissing scene. I am positive this is their theme, so they better put it on the soundtrack this time.

[qqueenofhades]

your recent fivan picture reblogs and tags make me realize that its a tragedy that there’s not a royalty rivalry au (ivan and fedyor being part of feuding families? Ivan being all business and Fedyor being the sunshine one who always goes out in the town?? Both of them find the other irritating but together they’d be a power couple?)

also how are they so cute???

Anon, I truly love how you remark upon it being a tragedy that there is not yet [insert AU premise here] while pointedly fluttering your eyelashes at me like we all don't know exactly where this is going. Also, I don't know why they're so cute, but I hate them.

Fourteen hours ago, Fedyor Kaminsky was absolutely not planning on being trapped in a coat closet in an uber-exclusive London nightclub in the company of his sworn nemesis. (For that matter, he wasn't planning on it an hour ago either.) Fourteen hours ago, he was on board his family's private jet on his way home from a wild party weekend in Dubai and congratulating himself that he had managed not to think about said sworn nemesis for the entire time, aside from checking his Instagram forty-six separate times to see if Ivan could possibly be doing something this fabulous. Of course he wasn't. His page has 6,402 followers (Fedyor's has 545,300) and mainly consists of black-and-white photographs of urban decay with terse Russian captions. Ivan Sakharov has so many problems.

One of those problems, however, is that Fedyor is currently stuck in a coat closet with him, and he doesn't know how it happened but he doesn't care. Ivan is wearing his usual black-leather-jacket-and-jeans getup, and he's not even trying to text somebody and order them to come get him out of the closet. (Yes, the irony is blinding, but shut up.) He's just leaning against the wall and watching Fedyor with a judgmental expression (or in other words, how Ivan customarily looks). "So," he says sarcastically. "If you actually wanted to talk to me, Fedyor Mikhailovich, there were easier ways."

"You think I did this on purpose?"

Ivan shrugs. "What kind of moron follows me into a coat closet and then proclaims he can't open the door?"

"Open the door yourself, then!"

Ivan just laughs. Then he says, "How was Dubai? Don't they arrest you for having sex in public?"

"I did not have sex in public."

"Oh?" Ivan looks at him goadingly. "Then what do you call that display?"

Fedyor opens his mouth, then shuts it, reminding himself that the only thing worse than being stuck in a coat closet nemesis etc is then having an utterly absurd limp-wrist slap fight. It occurs to him to wonder if Ivan has been Instagram-stalking him too, but that's crazy. For one thing, while it's not quite Montagues and Capulets, the Kaminskys and the Sakharovs definitely don't get along. They're both moneyed Russian families settled in "Londongrad," as it is now known for the concentration of oligarchs who have snapped up luxe properties and set up house, and they're usually butting heads. Fedyor is the outgoing, photogenic playboy heir to the Kaminsky fortune, and Ivan... well, presumably he does something besides sulking in corners, but if so, Fedyor has never seen the least sign of it. He may be a little (okay, a lot) more obsessed with Ivan than he wants to admit. For example, he kept seeing Ivan with an equally gorgeous and judgmental woman, twisted himself into knots wondering if they were dating, and scoured social media until he determined that she was Zoya Nazyalenskaya, girlfriend of fellow Russian Rich Kid (tm) Nikolai Lantsov, and she and Ivan just like to stalk around and stare at you angrily when you're not expecting it. Or whatever.

Nonetheless, there is more to Fedyor than just racing Lamborghinis through Kensington (that was once, and he was seventeen, but of course the tabloids will never let it go). His family is best buddies with Roman Abramovich, which means match-day Chelsea tickets whenever he wants them, and he flits among nightclubs and influencers and hot vacation destinations while definitely absolutely not thinking about Ivan and how hot he is while he's being a jerk. Ugh. Why him. Why this closet at a nightclub called Prism. Why.

"You know," Ivan says, stepping closer. "I think you want this, Fedya."

"I do not." If he was going to make anyone believe that, Fedyor should probably have at least attempted to step away, rather than reaching up to grip hold of Ivan's biceps. He hates that stupid jacket. He hates how goddamn good it looks on Ivan. "You're the worst."

"Sure," Ivan says. "We'll go with that." And then, even more outrageously, he leans down and --

Fedyor tries to moan, but Ivan bites it away, pushing him into a lot of obscenely expensive overcoats and grinding his hips into Fedyor's. They kiss savagely, break apart for air, glare at each other, and kiss again, as Fedyor shucks off that stupid jacket and thinks dimly that Ivan looks even better without it. He's going haywire with the lust he has unsuccessfully repressed for three years, since he first laid eyes on this idiot, and every nerve ending on his body is afire. He wants nothing more than to do this until he dies. Until he is nothing but dust and ashes. But not right now. Right now he's burning.

They're pressed up hard (in more ways than one) against the wall, uttering incoherent noises of need, when the door flies open. "Fedyor?" his assistant, Nadia, demands. "Is that you in there?"

At that moment, she catches sight of what is going on. Her jaw drops. There is really no way to pretend that he wasn't just caught red-handed passionately making out with his sworn nemesis in a closet, so Fedyor wipes his mouth and summons up a winning smile. "Ah," he says through gritted teeth. "Nadia. Excellent timing."

She looks at him, at Ivan, then back at him. Then she steps back, says, "You know what, I'm going to give you five," and slams the door.