(Hi everyone! I came up with these when me and my sister went out for a quick little drive after feeling sick of staying home 😘✌🏻 my driving skills got rusty. smh!)
(This is my first time writing so i’m sorry if they’re all over the place!)
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☆ Asra
owns an old used car from the 90’s that makes you feel nostalgic
it kinda reeks of weed sometimes...
has random shit laying around the back including a blanket because he totally takes naps in the car between his classes
he’s a pretty slow driver (goes 23mph slower than the rest of traffic)
but as soon as he sees a yellow light he FLOORS IT
this lil shit never uses his blinkers...smh!
giggles when people cuss him out. he don’t give a fuck!
will always give you the aux cord because he vibes with whatever. any tunes you like, he likes too 🥰
often misses freeway exits because he’s too busy chatting with you (“wha..? oh haha...anyways!”)
he easily gets distracted with anything really, so you have to remind him to keep his eyes on the road all the time (it’s cute at first...but after a while it’s just annoying)
always offers to pick you up but never asks for gas money (pretends to forget but he just doesn’t care because it’s you and he care you <3)
overall he’s a cautious driver, he just has very erratic speed patterns and takes really shitty turns
★ Julian
has had the same old black car for about 8 years (hates that it’s a stick shift, but he got over it already)
he’s actually quite a responsible driver. doesn’t break transit rules
never got his license though, but it doesn’t really matter (u gotta do what u gotta do)
he never arrives on time, always late (super apologetic about it)
loses parking tickets and misplaces his keys all. the damn. time. so you usually end up carrying them instead
makes a HUGE fuss over your safety. please wear your seatbelt or else he will go bonkers
but at the same time will not hesitate to be your designated getaway driver (if you need to gtfo of somewhere, he will get you the fuck out of there)
he actually has to use glasses because his vision sucks and can’t read road signs. he looks so cute
his car doesn’t have an aux cord outlet, so he has a bunch of cassettes of different kinds of music ( 70’s rock, jazz, some obscure russian band, etc ) lying around. he can’t drive without music!
has a bit of road rage; if he’s with you he’ll mutter curses under his breath trying to keep composure
but when alone he will absolutely yell at people, but his way of doing it is somewhat.....endearing?
will occasionally bump into things, but has never caused any serious damage
has never been pulled over and only gets tickets due to expired parking meters in downtown (somehow manages to talk his way out of them all the time)
he’s had enough experience around the city so he talks to you about places no one really knows about
he will literally take you a random phone booth that is actually the entrance to a secret undergroung café that looks like a place where academics would hang out and conspire new literary movements
☆ Nadia
doesn’t drive, she has a chauffeur
but if she did, she would own one of those beautiful, modern, pearly off-white cars.
it’s perfectly clean, well kept and smells great
no food or drinks allowed inside. periodt
you’d probably be afraid of ruining the seat when you first get in. she assures you everything is okay
totally drives around wearing a pair of gloves, headscarf, and gorgeous sunglasses to protect herself from the sun. also because she’s so classy <3
she excels at everything in driving
flawless breaking and parking, but thinks that going around looking for a spot is a waste of time so she’d rather just pay extra for valet parking
her only flaw is that she gets super impatient with how long it takes for a red light to turn green
and she almost never stops for pedestrians
would usually call you to see if you’d like to go shopping with her or just accompany her for some errands (pls go with her she adores having you around 🥺)
doesn’t have a problem with giving you rides, but she’s always busy with a tight schedule, so rides from her are very rare
probably feels bad about it so she’ll send you an uber black instead
★ Muriel
hates going out because it means he has to drive ://
he just wants to get from point A to point B without any issues really
you’ll notice that his car always has a layer of dirt on it since he never really uses it (he doesn’t bother to give it a little wipe before hoping in)
would probably own a normal, practical car that gets the job done and doesn’t need much maintenance. nothing too fancy
.......but i really want to see him with a jeep so i’ll make him own a jeep ☺️
highkey anxious and hyperaware of his surrounding drivers
he looks too tense and grips the wheel hard....tell him to relax pls
if someone tries to pass him, he will absolutely give them a Look through the rear mirror
not one to listen to music (will sometimes turn on the radio but slams it off eventually because it’s annoying)
used to be terribly afraid of highways
mumbles and grumbles about how dangerous and stupid it is to carelessly swerve lanes just to go fast and look cool
☆ Portia
drives all the time so she’s definitely the most experienced on the road
owns a cute convertible beetle that she takes care of and loves very much ❤️ (has so many cute ass bumper stickers)
will not hesitate to change the tires on her own if needed
music is always loud and top is down most of the time
she’s got anything you might need in her glove box (hand cream? tissues? sanitizer? pocket knife? she has it yes ma’am)
when she’s by herself, laws simply do not exist
lowkey a threat to society. get her off
she goes so fucking fast like she zooms💨 down the road (mainly because she’s always on a hurry)
basically breaks whatever law she wants but once she spots a cop, citizen of the year
ohh but if you and/or anyone else is with her, it’s a whole different story
she drives carefully and slows down, would hate to put your safety at risk (same as julian)
road trips with her are THE BEST. going on drives with her always feel like a scene from a coming of age film 💕✨🧚♀️
★ Lucio
not necessarily an irresponsible driver, he’s just reckless and obnoxious
owns a restored, fancy vintage car that’s either red or white (his license plate is personalized, bedazzled and borderline opulent). genuinely proud of it
revs the engine just to piss people off
is always willing and able to be there for you if you need him
when he’s there to pick you up, he will absolutely make a scene for you to notice him. simply giving you a call is out of the equation!
the backseats are full of white hair...you know he brings his adored babies everywhere he goes
blasts music at an ASTRONOMICAL VOLUME and he just sits there like 🤪✌🏻🎶🕺🏼
but believe it or not, his music taste is actually really good....it slaps. so it’s okay
likes to drive fast (“oh you want to see some speed? i’ll show you some real speed”)
cannot stand traffic and slow drivers make him go batshit crazy
honks at everyone for everything but gets offended if they honk back >:(
you’ll still see him at the red light despite him doing 84 lane changes
tells you he LOVES the attention he gets because of the car, but then feels super self conscious if people stare too much or too long......although he will never admit it
this guy loves to gossip with you and likes to make fun of random pedestrians... you gotta admit he makes you snicker quite a bit. who am i kidding he’s funny as fuck of course you’re gonna laugh
doesn’t slow down for speed bumps, will blow quick kisses at the little fake cameras on top of the traffic lights, and has definitely scratched the lower sides of his car on curves more than once (*frantic wheel stirring* “not my fault not my fault!!”)
this man’s biggest struggle is parking. he cannot park for shit (secretly embarrassed about it)
it takes FOREVER for him to parallel park. might as well snooze while he’s at it
genuinely tries his best, going as far as to do the “arm behind the seat to look back” move (he wants to impress you dammit!!), but gets frustrated and gives up
so most of the time he ends up taking two spots despite trying so hard not to
gets tickets all the time (“now they’re ganging up against me! and for what?? what the fuck did i do!!”)
cannot comprehend street signs (“lucio you will get a $650 fine” “darling wdym?? it costs $650 to park here”)
going on a drive with him can be stressful and a bit crazy, but it’s always entertaining and you get the best stories to tell
i headcanon lucio as being like. really into feet.
like i can’t NOT imagine him buying expensive shoes for mc. helping them try them on. telling them how beautiful they look.
i also have a strong feeling this man would go fucking bonkers for a footjob, ESPECIALLY in public. like imagine being in a fancy meeting and pressing a foot against his dick from under the table???? absolutely bonkers.
Yes yes 100%
He’d already lavish you in gifts, shoes included. He learns your style even if he has his own ideas of what looks good on you, insisting he put them on every time. He makes a big deal out of it, saying that you’re the only person he’d get on his knees for. (Shut him up by lifting your leg and shoving your foot against his face, make him bend down and bow real low)
Lucio would die if you let him rut up against your foot, letting him watch his swollen pink cock rub against the new shoes he got you, making him lick clean every drop of cum he spills on them. Cmon lucio, let’s see em spit shined~
Oh public humiliation is a given for him, and it’s more so the question of if you’re ok with lucio getting you both caught.
Notes: pet play, guided masturbation, D/S dynamics
((First posted on my ao3!))
You never understood why the throne room was so..red. Had the previous Devil been so insecure he instilled fear with colors? You don’t need a monochrome palace to be treated with respect, no no. With a few changes, it was better, more suitable to your tastes. The crimson was tacky and obsolete.
Lucio shifts below you. Ah, yes, that’s what you were doing. A trembling grin decorates his face, faltering under your intense gaze. “What’re you thinking about?” He questions, reclined on his knees. You look down your nose at him.
“Decor.” Your voice booms like distant thunder.
The blonde nearly chokes on his laughter. “Decor? Babe, I’m on my knees and you want to decorate?!” His eyes crinkle with delight and it draws a smile onto your lips. “Hm, the last devil had poor taste.”
Lucio scoots closer, resting his palms on the lip of the throne, resting his chin on the top of your thigh. A dopey grin spreads across his face and he sighs. “You make chaos beautiful.” Lucio stares at you in ways your former mortal mind wouldn’t be able to comprehend.
You thread inky black hands through his smooth hair, talon like nails scratching lightly at his scalp. He groans in delight, biting his bottom lip. “You can be rougher, I don’t mind.” Lucio’s eyes are lidded and they swirl with desire. You smirk, showing fanged teeth.
His face flushes a bright coral against his pale skin. He doesn’t think he’d ever admit it, but he likes your new form a lot more than when you were mortal; perhaps a bit too much. But you already know that. You know a lot your dear Lucio isn’t aware of.
“Tell me, my little conqueror…” you trail off, voice rumbling in your chest as you give his hair a tug, humoring his prior request. It earns you a high whine.
“Does it make you feel good to come back to me, just to kneel before me like an obedient pup?” You follow your inquiry with an airy chuckle.
Lucio shifts on his heels, nodding slowly as he keeps your gaze. “Yes..it makes me feel really good.” His voice deepens in his own tell tale sign of budding arousal. The Vesuvian ruler licks his lips, sliding his hands to rest on your knees. You allow his touch.
“Shall I get you a collar, then?” You muse, reveling in the way Lucio moans your name in eager response. “Yes—yes, please.”
With the flick of your hand, a collar materializes, gold plated and ruby encrusted. It suits him, and a small circular tag dangles above his collar bone. “How’s this? To your liking?” Lucio brings his hands to the band around his throat, running his fingers over the grooves and bumps. “Gold is nice on you, but I’m sure you already knew that.”
“I like it—I like it a lot,” he grasps the name tag within his palm, cold against his warm flesh. “It’s your name. Lucio.” You roll his name off your tongue with a purr. “But it can be anything you want it to be. If I remember correctly, you did mention wanting a new title.” You move your claws from his hair to under his chin, a simple act that beckons him to stand.
Lucio crawls into your lap, legs splaying over yours. “Great ruler of Vesuvia had a good ring to it..” Lucio mock pouts, resting his hands on your shoulders. “I don’t think that will fit, it’s a small tag, darling.” You rest a hand on his hip, using your other to slip a claw under the collar and check the tightness. He inches forward, following your lead.
“We could keep it the way it is, or perhaps we could change your label.” You pluck the tag from the collar like pulling lint from a wool coat. You flick it in your hand and the engravement changes.
Devil’s Dog
Lucio peers into your palm and a flirtatious smirk erupts on his face. “Ooh, aren’t you full of surprises?” He goes to pick the tag from your palm, though you snap your fingers shut. “I take it as a yes?”
The blonde playfully huffs. “Duh—I’d wear more degrading things if you told me to.” Lucio sends you a wink and a huff of a laugh leaves your lips. “I may hold you to that.” You fasten the tag on his collar and give it a tug.
His flush has deepened and a whimper pulls from his lips as you tug him closer. Your lips ghost over his and it takes everything in Lucio’s power to keep himself from kissing you. “Would you wear this, even outside my realm?” You question, tangling a clawed hand into the silken hair at the back of his head. “Uh-huh,” he groans, too dumbfounded to come up with any other witty responses.
“The people would see—see that you’re all mine.” You tug his head back by his hair and his neck bends deliciously. You lean forward, heated breaths fanning over his jugular. “Y-yes, I’m all yours!” Lucio cries when you graze your teeth over his delicate skin, sharp points drawing thin red lines.
A chuckle reverberates from deep in your chest, rattling between your rib cage. “If only those people could see you now, baring your neck and offering yourself on a silver platter.”
“..Could you make that platter gold?” Lucio asks after a moment's breath, as impertinent as ever.
“I could make arrangements, yes.”
Lucio laughs, loud and grating and it warms your crystallized heart. Yes, the last devil didn’t know what he was missing. He should have kept Lucio to himself when he had the chance. Though he’s long gone now, like sticky ash coating once sparkling sands.
You grab Lucio’s chin between your fingers and pull him into a kiss, searing and passionate. He wraps his arms around your neck, mindful of your curling horns and you in turn grip his waist tightly, tugging him flush against your chest.
You’ve grown taller, stronger since you became the devil. A surprise bonus, Lucio had assured you in the beginning, eagerly showing you how much he found you attractive, even in this new vessel.
Lucio groans against you, a dizzying warmth flooding his body. Somehow, your touch had gotten even more addicting, a rush of feelings he couldn’t even describe. The Count becomes pliant for you, opening his mouth to let you in. He adores the new you, reveling in the fact that he’s yours and you’re his for all eternity.
Well, Lucio hadn’t asked about that yet, he’d only assume that he’d be made immortal—just for you. You haven’t told him your plans, no not yet. You’ll make him wait a little longer, just to tease.
You tug on his bottom lip between pointed teeth, pulling a delectable whimper from his mouth. One hand seated on his waist, your other grabs the back of his neck, hooking claws under the collar to yank him back. Lucio whines pathetically, giving up on chasing you back into a kiss when you hold him steady by the gold plated choker.
“Look at you…so needy. Whatever shall I do with you?” You hum, your clawed fingers on his waist trailing down to his hip, to his thigh, teasing the seam that lays over his tented erection. Lucio mewls, rocking his hips into your touch.
You release your grip on his neck to summon a chain, shimmering opalescent that links to his collar. He’d always been one for aesthetics, so you indulge his desire for pretty things. You give a tug and he falters, halting his movements. “Did I say you could do that?”
Lucio shakes his head, blonde locks falling into his face. “N-no.” He trembles in your grip, harshly biting down on his lip. “You truly are a dog,” you sigh, reclining back on your throne, putting space between you and your lover once again. “Should I punish you for that little stunt?” You muse to yourself, relishing the whimper that leaves his lips.
“Y-yes! Yes, I deserve to be punished.” He grins, pupils blown with arousal. “I’ve been a bad dog, you should put me in my place, master.” Lucio licks his lips, an unabashed smirk on his flushed face. Your eyebrows raise in amusement.
“Then you know dogs shouldn’t sit on furniture.” With a swift bounce of your knee, Lucio loses balance and topples off your lap and onto the hard floor. He hits the ground with a groan, warmed cheek pressed to the cold marble. “Well—bad dogs at least.” You correct yourself, your mind briefly flicking to Mercedes and Melchior and how they have their own lavish bed at the palace and your realm.
Lucio pouts, going to push himself up onto his knees. “Aht!” You tug the chained leash and he gags in reflex. “Hands and knees.” You instruct, crossing one leg over the other as you wait for your partner to follow orders.
If possible, Lucio’s face would have burned hotter, a crimson blush reaching his ears and chest. He complies, resting his palms on the floor, head hanging between his shoulders. His thoughts run a mile a minute in his brain, one continuously bouncing in his skull: I shouldn’t like this so much!
“Look at me, dog.”
Lucio shivers at your tone, lifting his head up to watch as you sit up from your throne, tall and menacing. You grip the chain tightly in your fist, circling around him, cloven hooves clicking against the floor. He swallows thickly, legs trembling. “I thought I trained you better.” You tsk, returning to stand in front of him.
“Perhaps we should have a refresher. What do you think? Could an old dog learn new tricks?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
A thrill runs through his body at your piercing gaze, burning through him like fire. “Yes, master.” Your lips quirk into a smile. “Good.”
You tug on the chain. “Walk with me.”
Lucio starts to push himself up, freezing when a hoof presses against his back, pushing him back down. “Dogs don’t walk on two feet, now do they?” You remove your hoof when he stills, sadistic glee building in your chest. Lucio shakes his head.
“That’s right. Now,” you bend down to his level, placing a finger under his chin, tilting his head up. “What do we do when we don’t like something, hm?” You tilt your head, awaiting his answer. Lucio’s mouth feels very dry as he speaks. “I tell you to stop.” He answers.
“Good dog.” You pat his head and stand back up, and Lucio beams at the praise. You don’t need to say anything for Lucio to understand what you want when you turn your back to him and take a few strides.
He follows as quickly as he can, shuffling on his hands and knees, embarrassment heating his body. In any other situation, he’d be livid at the idea of ruining a good suit; though no material objects would keep him from following your orders.
After a few more strides, you stop and turn to watch him catch up. Lucio stops at your feet, sitting back on his heels to gaze up at you, expectant and obedient.
“You’ve done well thus far, pet.” You reward him with another pat to the head, a light laugh leaving you as Lucio nuzzles into your palm.
You lean back up and walk him back to your throne, quite pleased with his display of submission. You seat yourself and Lucio sits at your feet. “I have another test for you, my pet.” You tug him up to stand on two feet instead. You pull him closer by his hips until he stands between your parted thighs.
Gripping onto the band of his slacks, you unbutton and tug them down, along with his underwear. The blonde follows along and steps out of them, his cock swollen and red as it bobs free. You ignore it in favor of taking off his sash. Lucio watches as you set it aside with care, prolonging his wait for whatever you have planned. “Wh-what’s the other test?”
He nearly squirms as your claws dare to prick his skin as you unbutton his coat. It makes it so much easier that he refuses to wear an undershirt. “Hush. You’ll see soon enough.” Once he's fully stripped, you turn him around and pull him into your lap, his back flush to your chest.
“You’re going to touch yourself how I order you to.” You inform, pulling his legs on either side of your thigh to expose him more to your lustful gaze. “It’ll be a test of restraint and control over your own autonomy.” Your voice buzzes in his skull in the most pleasant way and Lucio decides he could listen to you talk for hours.
“Yes, master.” He cranes his neck to look up at you. You lean over him, a shadow falling over his form as you do, and press a kiss to his forehead. “If you follow directions properly, you’ll get a nice reward.”
You lean back and Lucio rests against you, warm and pliant. “Is the reward more kisses?” He muses with a grin, his hands hovering over his body, waiting for your command.
“It’ll be whatever your little heart desires.” You comb his hair back out of his face and watch over his shoulder. “Now..start with your chest.”
Lucio nods stiffly and raises his hands to his chest, massaging over the skin. He teases his fingers over his nipples, hissing in delight. “Like that? Can I do that?” He questions before continuing. “Yes. Keep going, pet.”
The Count rubs his fingers over the sensitive flesh, his hand made of meat offering warmth, while his hand made of metal offering coldness. Lucio can’t decide which he likes more. You watch, pleased as he fondles himself.
“Pull them.” Lucio sighs in response to your command, pinching the perked nipples and tugging. It feels good, but not nearly as good when you do it. He groans nonetheless, high pitched and whining.
“You make such delectable sounds, my pet. Perhaps I should have caged you like a songbird rather than leash you like a dog.” You continue to scratch at his scalp out of habit, relishing his pleased whimpers.
“Y-you could do both! I can sing for you—I’m really good at singing.” Lucio quips, chuckling. He could not sing for the life of him, and you both know it.
“That’ll be for another day. Next, go to your thighs—the inside and underside.”
Lucio pushes his hands down almost reluctantly, grabbing at the flesh at the inside of his thighs. It’s plushier there, despite his thin thighs. He squeezes and strokes his skin, not quite getting the same feeling as he usually would. “Ah, of course, it’ll be different with your hands, won’t it?”
You trail one hand down and trace your nails over the inside of his thighs. This time, he makes some noise. “I-it feels better when you do it, master.” Lucio sighs, melting into your light touches. “I’ll indulge you this time. Grab your cock. Don’t stroke yourself yet.” You instruct, kneading his skin with experienced hands.
Lucio wraps his flesh hand around the base of his cock, whimpering at the contact. He wants so much to jerk himself, but he waits; like a good boy. Your claws prick into his skin, threatening to spill blood. “You may start. Slowly.” A pleased tone coats your command and Lucio feels light at hearing it, like a child receiving praise from his mother.
The Count starts pumping his hand, as slow as he could manage. Heat starts to thrum through his body, a pleasure fueled heat that fizzes in his chest like bubbling champagne. He flexes his toes, light and breathy moans falling from his parted lips.
You trace angry red lines onto his skin, just breaking the first layer of skin. “Stop.” You whisper in his ear, smirking at how Lucio trembles once he stills. “Pull back the foreskin,” he complies so easily, pushing back and exposing the head of his cock.
“Continue.”
Lucio grabs and starts pumping, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the exposed head. He shivers in pleasure, louder noises now. “Feels good, right?” Your left hand twirls a strand of his hair between your fingers as your right inches higher up his thigh. “Yes, m-master, it’s r-really good..”
“I bet you’d like it even more if it was my hand, huh?” You retract your hand from his thigh and rest it on his chest, stroking over his breasts. Lucio languidly nods his head, sinking as far back against you as he could.
“Faster.” You punctuate the instruction with a pinch to his reddened nipple.
The blushing blonde yelps and increases his pace, loud, keening moans falling from his lips now. You give his nipple a few rough tugs, gaging his response. His voice raises in octave, hips bucking into his fist. Who knew he’d be this sensitive? You’re dangerous with this knowledge.
Lucio leans his head back, flush against your clavicle, hair tickling your skin. He kicks his feet in attempt to press up higher in the throne, to gain more leverage to fuck into his fist. Rowdy, you smirk.
“Stop.”
He whines loudly in response, going boneless against your lap. “Very eager, aren’t you? Are you enjoying your test, dog?” You lace your fingers through the hair at the crown on his head, tugging his skull back to gaze up at you. “I like it very much, master..Aren’t I being a good dog?” Lucio’s voice comes sultry but weak at the torment.
“A very needy dog, but a good dog nonetheless.” You muse, letting go of his hair. His head stays rested against your chest, craned to watch your expressions. “Does this mean I get the reward now?” He asks, eyes pleading.
You trail your hands over his chest as you pretend to think, scratching lines in his already reddened skin. “Hmm..not yet.” Lucio pouts and crosses his arms, appearing as bratty as he was when you first met him. “Start again. Same pace as before.”
Lucio, regardless of his brattish whining, grips himself and picks back up where he left off. You return your hands to his chest, tracing his areola with pointed nails, eliciting shivers and goosebumps. The golden claws of his prosthetic arm creates a horrific screech as he clutches at the armrest of the throne.
The smell of sweat and sticky skin is heightened to your nose, undertones of spiced cologne and hair gel like fresh rain add to the mixture, forming a concoction of lavish arousal unique to Lucio.
“Tighten your grip.” You pinch his nipples harshly, rolling them between your thumbs and forefingers. The blonde whimpers and squeezes, tightening his already vice like grip around his aching cock. A tinge of pain flutters through his gut. “Ma-master—I’m close,”
“Do you think you deserve to come?” You question, gliding your hands down from his abused chest to his thighs, slipping your hands under and hiking them up. Lucio nearly yelps, sliding down an inch or two, his fist still clenched around the base of his cock; exposed to the heated air. He still feels like he’s been put on display, thighs pulled close to his ribs and his bare bottom vulnerable to no one but you.
“Yes, I’m being good—I d-deserve it!” Lucio pleads, chest heaving as precum oozes onto his stomach. You sigh softly, tapping your fingers on the back of his thighs. “I suppose. Make yourself cum, my pet.”
It doesn’t take another word for Lucio to start pumping again, quick and rough, twisting his palm at the head. You watch in amusement as he writhes and squirms, bumping his elbow against the throne as he adjusts himself. The sounds that escape the Vesuvian ruler are no less than wantonly, throwing his head back against your chest, face clenching.
His stomach crunches and he goes tense, hot spurts of white splattering onto his stomach and chest. You relent your grip on his thighs and stroke his hair, soothing and gentle. After a few moments, Lucio calms, though still shaking as he goes boneless.
Like picking up a doll, you pull him upright and turn him around. Your arms wrap around his waist and press him flush against your chest. “You’ve done well, Lucio.” You coo, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. Lucio grins, face sweaty and flushed. “You can keep calling me ‘pet’ if you want, I don’t mind.” He wags his dark brows and a snort of laughter echoes from you.
“You said something about a reward?” Lucio quips, pressing his hands onto your shoulders; clammy with sweat and other fluids. “I believe I did. What do you want, pet?” You run your fingers over the intricate patterns of his collar as Lucio thinks about his answer.
“I want to touch you.” He bites his lip, stroking his fingers over your collarbone. “Aren’t you already?” You tease. Lucio rolls his eyes with a playful huff. “Ugh, you know what I mean!”
“Specify.”
“I want to please you..don’t you want me at your disposal?”
You already are, you think to yourself. “If that’s what you want, then you may proceed.”
Lucio lunges forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You hum in delight against him, letting your eyes flutter closed. He buries his hands in your hair, roaming to the curved horns that protrude from your skull. You don’t stop him from touching them this time, you’re rewarding him after all.
He’s panting heavily when he pulls himself from you, pressing hot, opened mouthed kisses against your jaw and down your throat. Lucio feels your watchful eyes as he kisses down to your chest. He doesn’t stop, backing away to step off the throne and kneel in between your legs.
Lucio’s breath is hot against your thighs and he looks up expectantly. “Can I..master?”
You grin, flashing many teeth and nod. Lucio wastes no time pushing his face between your legs and pulling fabric aside.
You lean back, enjoying the moment. Mine, your inner monologue hisses in your head.
I love your HCs, can I ask for some please? Main 6 did something that really made MC upset and who's giving them the silent treatment since then. How do they experience it and what do they do to reconcile?
Thank u!! I’m glad you enjoy them B)
Asra
Will make you some rice pudding as a peace offering.
Will genuinely apologize too, he ain’t just making pudding and calling it a day.
Nadia
Would want you to call her out if she upset you. She isn’t about this silly silent treatment.
She is very much for open communication so if she upsets you, she wants you to tell her so you two can work things out and she can apologize to you.
Julian
Upset with himself for upsetting you.
He’s going to give you sometime to cool down and for him to kinda get a game plan together to cheer you up.
Will probably try and crack some jokes to get you cracking a smile and then he knows he’s gotten back on your good side (more or less)
Proceeds to apologize.
Portia
Kinda upset that she upset you, also kinda upset that you aren’t telling her she upset you and that you’re giving her the silent treatment.
Gets a little pouty/whiny after some time like ‘baaabe, i’m sorry, i loooove youu.’
Of course she’s going to apologize and insist that next time you just tell her if she upset you. She doesn’t like when you ignore her like that.
Muriel
Same as Portia to a bit more of an extreme extent. He’s gunna beat himself up over upsetting you.
Maybe he whittles something for you as a peace offering? But he lets Inanna take it to you lmfao.
I’m not sure that he’d talk to you at first, he wouldn’t know what to say. I just imagine him sitting next to you and you guys just sitting in silence then he reaches out and takes your hand.
Lucio
You two fight or bicker a lot but I don’t think it often ends in silent treatments. Just cool down periods.
Will be giving you the silent treatment right back. Hold your ground, he’ll come groveling eventually bc he’s needy.
Brings you you’re favorite snack and drink as a peace offering and mumbles an apology.
If you don’t accept it at first, he’ll give you a more heartfelt one because he doesn’t like you being angry with him.
They're both Fandom fav. Snobby. Blonde. Rich. Minor antagonist to the protagonist.
Though I think they are more similar than this.
They both are first presented as evil and the main obstacle until the true evil that is puppeting them is revealed ( voldemorts/the devil). They start out as childish bullies at first, but as time goes their abilities both good and bad are shown. Draco with his fearful alliance with the death eaters, but also making Weasley Is Our King buttons. Lucio with his foolish actions under the pressure of demons, but creating a protected animal menagerie.
And yes I'll go ahead and mention the many atrocities that Lucio committed: spreading the plague and killing many, infecting Julian, imprisoning Asra's parents, and forcing Muriel to be an executioner via crowd jeered battle.
Draco was also awful. Being a bully to all unpure, shouting slurs/ being racist/discriminatory, getting teachers sacked, spreading lies to the press and others, and being an important player in getting Dumbledore killed.
There is still much we don't know about Lucio, but I feel we can see where he might go with how Draco fell from the grace of the death eaters and then aiding those he hated.
Draco succedded in his task but is demoted to the lesser death eater ranks, much how the Devil is annoyed/ wants to be rid of Lucio when talked to at the party. Draco felt fear and terror once he was part of the Deatheaters. No longer on top, and starting to see that those he was taught to revere wasn't worth it. He even became to help Harry near the end with saving them from Bellatrix and at the Battle of Hogwarts.
Perhaps Lucio will experience something similar? Be put to the test, only to realize that it's not worth it, and help out Mc and the gang? To revert from the demons and ways his tribe used to revere to starting a new era?
Just some thoughts due to some similarities I've thought of 👀
He can't really sleep well unless he and MC are cuddling.
Yes, he's the little spoon.
If they have dogs, they of course sleep on the bed (they still buy a deluxe dog bed tho).
Has full-blown conversations with Malak, usually while in the home lab.
Also givs tips to Malak on getting the attention of a lovely she-raven.
*SQUAWK!* "No, Malak, a button is not a good enough courting gift." *Squawk?* "Hm, maybe. Ask MC if they have a spare earring!"
When waiting for a sample to boil, has been known to waltz by himself, humming.
He's a pretty good cook. He likes to surprise MC with their favorite meal at least twice a month.
Has presented said meal with he himself clenching a rose between his teeth and dressed in a ribbon and bow (and nothing else *wink*)
Trips over the same step out back, even after being married for like, 20 years.
Brings MC flowers every Monday.
Not much of a gardener, but presses a new flower every spring, to mark how long they've been together.
Can't ride a horse :/
Like, seriously, he can't. Trying to get on, he either fall over the other side or ends up backwards in the saddle. It's a mystery that can't be solved.
They bought an extra-large bathtub, to both accommodate his height AND for premium bath snuggling.
Yes, the dog(s) also join in. They're not monsters.
Julian can't sleep? Listening to MC's heartbeat is the best lullabye.
MC gets him a stuffed leech, small enoug to fit in his hand. It has a Place of Honor on his desk at the clinic. The other Doctors/Nurses make little outfits and accessories for it. The little flower crowns are a big hit.
If MC has breasts, he thinks they are the best pillows EVER.
If MC is squishy, he WILL be the big spoon. He will not only wrap his arms around their fluff, but toss a leg over as well.
If MC has Muscles, he will break his hand smacking their butt. And then his other one because he has a scientific background, and evidence of MC having an ass like granite needs to be properly gathered and evaluated.
y’all wanted the dash clogging post so here it is lol, this got so much longer than I expected and sry it’s a bit late fluffy mentions of nsfw
Asra:
Giving:
He’ll burn your favorite incense and lay you back against the soft pillows, he’s quickly back into bed with you after getting some snacks for you two to share
Doesn’t worry about putting everything away, that can wait until tomorrow morning, he’ll just clean himself and you off with a damp cloth
All he wants to do is cuddle with you and personally keep you warm and comfortable. He’ll tangle your limbs together, brush the hair out of your face, and whisper about how much he loves you
Receiving:
He’s usually hungry after sex so head down to the kitchen for some snacks and water after you’re both cleaned up
He loves being taken care of— he’ll gladly let you move him around to help him get comfortable, clean up any of the scratches left on his skin, and coddled with praise
He’ll nuzzle his head under your chin to kiss your neck, lightly scratch and rub a few comforting circles into his back while he’s pressed against you
Nadia:
Giving:
She’ll put everything away and clean up as best she can before calling a maid in to change the sheets if need be
Communication is key with her, so she loves to talk and cuddle afterwards— asking if you enjoyed it, any recommendations for next time, asking if your thirsty/hungry/hurting and showering you in endless praise
She’ll run a bath for you to share— taking her time to gently scrubbing your body before moving onto washing your hair as you relax, she loves how you purr when she scratches lightly at your scalp, after bath time she’ll bring you to bed for more cuddling
Receiving:
Loves having in depth conversations with you afterwards with tons of mutually shared words of affirmation
She wants a nice hot bath with you to unwind in, she loves how you know the exact amount of oils and salt to put into it so it feels and smells amazing
Brush your hands through her long hair while cuddling, just twirling it around your finger before brushing it behind her ear
Julian:
Giving:
Insists on doing all the clean up and putting everything that was used back where it belongs, he’ll run you a bath but if you don’t feel like moving he’ll gently wipe you off with a warm damp towel
He’ll bend over backwards to make sure you’re comfortable, he’ll even let you wear his roomy white shirt if you’d like to
He’ll position you on top of him with your head resting against his chest, rub your back soothingly, and talks with you until you fall asleep on top of him
Receiving:
If it’s after a rough session, give him a massage and tend to any bruises/bite marks/scratches he received
Clean him up if he’s too tired to do it himself, he’ll murmur how much he loves you and thank syou so many times. Cuddle up to him when you’re done, letting him be the small spoon, and play with his hair for a bit while he falls asleep
Not even just with aftercare but be very vocal in your pleasure, let him know that he’s doing so good for you and just shower him in praise, he needs it
Muriel:
Giving:
He doesn’t really like talking much after sex, but he makes up for it with the most tender of touches and caresses as he cleans you up and cuddles with you
He understands if you’re sore and does everything he can to help soothe the pain, but if you just want to be held close to him instead he can do that too with the added bonus of having his warm hands slowly running up and down your back
If you can’t walk, or just don’t want to, he’ll carry you around with no judgment but he’ll ask if you’re alright to make sure
Receiving:
He gets hella sleepy afterwards, so he might not always have the energy to clean himself up before falling asleep. Gently clean him up and softly praise him
Kiss his scars, run your hands through his hair to undo any tangles, massage his muscles, and give him tons of words of affirmation
Even if you don’t have a good singing voice, sing to him or hum one of your favorite tunes to him, he’ll greatly enjoy it
Portia:
Giving:
If you’re hungry or thirsty, she made cookies earlier and can quickly make some hot chocolate to go with them for a sweet midnight snack
She’ll bring out her softest blankets and wrap them around you both while you cuddle and hug each other
She likes to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, sometimes she’ll even sing for you
Receiving:
She’s hella clingy after sex, she just wants you to be within her reach and have you hold her afterwards
She loves when you play with and brush the tangled knots out of her curly hair, it’s so calming and feels absolutely amazing, plz don’t stop
Give her lots of praise, reassurance, and kisses, maybe even give her some soft and sweet body worship while you’re at it
Lucio:
Giving:
Calls you so many sweet pet names and praises you to the heavens as you both come down from your climaxes, he’ll stay in bed with you longer before moving to start clean up. He can get a bath ready if you’d like one
He’ll have a servant bring up something light to eat and drink, he’ll feed you some strawberries and just talk about how the experience was
After the food is gone, he’ll lay you down next to him to cuddle. He’ll give you so many compliments, soft caresses, and kisses
Receiving:
Take off his makeup for him— most of his eyeliner, no matter how it claims to be waterproof, is always smeared with his sweat
Run a bath for him (he doesn’t like to wake up a bit crusty from the night before), put on his night time face cream, and rub some of his favorite scented lotion onto his skin while he’s putty in the sheets as you care for him
He’s very cuddly and will latch onto you as soon as you enter the bed, let him lay his head down on your chest and pet his soft hair comfortingly
Because I'm in with your angst headcanons- can I request the main six + Valerius (if that's okay) when they and their teenage child get into a fight and the kid screams, 'I hate you!' at them?
😡Main 6 + Valerius - Angsty Teen
Asra stops talking. If they keep yelling, he starts listening. If they stomp off to their room, he lets them go. While they’re cooling off, he checks through all his Good Parenting Books™, just to be sure - then, when they’ve both calmed down, brings the issue up again, and listens quietly to his kid’s whole side of the story.
Julian doesn’t flinch, but his tone completely changes. He’s not much of a yeller when it comes to discipline, but he’s plenty loud, and stern when he needs to be. After that, he’s quiet, collected, almost detached - still making his case, but his child can tell something’s wrong. He won’t be sure how to feel about it until he talks it over with his partner, and he’ll be okay, but his kid will remember that shift for a long time.
Nadia tries not to take it to heart, but can’t help dwelling on it. She goes over the fight, picking it apart to figure out where she went wrong, if her child is just reacting how teenagers do when you do something they don’t like, or if she actually did some damage. If she did, she gives them time to cool down, and apologizes. If not - and she’ll need a second opinion on that - she has a glass of wine in the bathtub and hopes it blows over.
Muriel, surprisingly, doesn’t let it stop him. He’s silent at first, but then, he’s silent a lot of the time. He shrugs, says, “You can hate me if you want,” and sticks to his guns - no, they can’t stay out later/do whatever dangerous thing they think they should be allowed to. It’s his job to keep them safe, loved, and cared-for, and if they hate him for it, so be it. It’s not the first unpopular job he’s had.
Portia tries not to flinch, swallows, and tells them, “You don’t mean that. You’re angry at me, but you don’t mean that”, partially for them, partially for herself. If they catch themselves, she insists it’s okay, and tries to wrangle the fight back into a more civil discussion. If they insist they do, she lets them vent until they wear themselves out and storm off, then finds a quiet place to cry it out. When she’s done, she washes her face, bakes some cookies, and tries to reconcile with her kiddo now that they’re both in a different place.
Lucio takes it like a slap in the face. How many times did he scream the same thing, arguing with his mother as a little Scourgeling teen? He immediately shuts down, sends his kid to their room, and starts to spiral. If no one catches him (and reminds him that teenagers be like that sometimes), he’ll crawl into a wine bottle until he can get it out of his head.
Valerius doesn’t even miss a beat. He tosses back an “I don’t care” and keeps right on lecturing until his teen either storms off to their room, or gives up. Once he’s cooled down a little, he’ll find someone to talk to about the fight. He won’t bring it up as though it’s something that bothers him, just relay the facts, and wait for a reaction to see if he did the right thing. ☕
Consider: the boys knowing their deep morning voice is a real turn on for their s/o so they lean in real close after and whisper something like "good morning sexy, how about we have some fun this morning ;)" in your ear
Hi yes I had to write this because I have absolutely no self control and my sleep schedule is still a mess
Nsfw
Julian:
His voice is a still slightly rough and deep with sleep, listening to him talk in the morning is always a wonderful experience
He always jokes about how you won’t like him before he’s had his first cup of coffee in the morning, but that’s an incorrect statement
He usually yawns after most sentences until he’s more awake, he’s even talked through yawns on occasion too
He never misses the opportunity to get a bit rowdy so early in the morning, even if the pace is slow and sensual
He’ll get right next to your ear and start with a few light kisses before talking in the voice that he knows makes you melt
He especially loves the light shiver that runs down your spine and tries to make his voice even huskier for you, his gentle touches soon trying to claw away any clothes that might separate your skin from his
Muriel:
His voice is gruff 24/7 but there’s just something especially hot about the added rough rasp to the edges of his words
There’s just something so intimate about hearing it and it’s an amazing thing to wake up to
He mostly mumbles in the morning if he’s still sleepy but he’ll let his morning voice seep through it
A sure fire way to hear it is by waking him up on a calm morning
He makes sure to say “good morning” right by your ear while you snuggle closer to him and practically laying on his chest
It’s mostly husky “I love you”s and the occasional grunt coming from him while both of your hands palm over his chest as his hands slide up and down your back, his hands slowly dipping down your back a bit lower
Lucio:
It’s almost like he’s got a deep purr to his voice
He just loves tucking your hair behind your ear and speaking in his rough voice, he’ll refrain from clearing his throat just for that
He knows full well that you love his morning voice and he’s more than happy to indulge you
He’ll nip at your ear while he talks, maybe he’ll even tug lightly at the lobe and growl with that temporary extra deepness just to get a rise out of you
The nips turn into kisses that trail down your jaw to your collarbone, his voice quickly getting even huskier from something that isn’t from waking up, he’ll mark you up a bit first before moving any lower
Screw his morning schedule, this impromptu morning love making session is more important
Can you do a cheating headcanon for the main 6? Love you and your work, it's truly a blessing 👼🙏❤
thank you!! 💕 I’m gonna give our babes the benefit of the doubt and assume this is them being cheated on (but drop me a line if I’m wrong!)
💔Main 6 + Cheating MC
angst warning! nothing bloody, but it gets relationship-dark
Asra
He’s not upset about what you did - he’s upset about how you did it
If you wanted to see someone else, why wouldn’t you just tell him?
Before you went behind his back, when you were thinking about someone else - he wouldn’t have stopped you, he would’ve encouraged you
Do you care about this other person, or did you just do it to hurt him?
Why didn’t you tell him something was wrong? Why didn’t you want to talk about it? Why didn’t you think it was worth talking about? Do you not trust him?
He doesn’t bring up the heart. He wouldn’t do that to you. He wouldn’t guilt you into staying with him. Clearly, you don’t want to stay with him
No, you don’t, because either you don’t trust him enough to tell him when you’re interested in someone, or you don’t trust him enough to tell him when you’re upset enough you want to hurt him
Either way, you don’t trust him. And if you don’t trust him, he can’t trust you. And the two of you can’t -
He’s sorry. No, really, he is. Because he only has half a heart, so he only feels half as much
But you clearly want nothing to do with him, and you still have to carry a piece of him, for the rest of your life
So he’s sorry.
Julian
Oh.
Well.
Alright.
Was it…was it, uh, something he did, or…?
No, that’s selfish, to assume it’s about him
Is that why you…? No, no…no.
But whatever it was, it’s his fault, because you not telling him before you were driven to cheat means you don’t trust him with it, means you knew he’d take it poorly, means there are things you can’t trust him with because of how he’ll take them, because there’s something fundamentally wrong with him that he can’t just be there for you -
He’s not angry, and he doesn’t even cry - he just kind of…shrinks
He doesn’t leave you. And unless you leave him, after a few awkward days, he’s his normal, crooked-grinning, bad-joking, table-dancing self again
But if you look closely, it’s forced, artificial, resigned to you eventually leaving him and counting down the days ‘til you do
You don’t want to leave him, not after what you did to him, but it’s Karen and Harry in Love Actually - “would you stay? knowing life would always be a little bit worse?”
He won’t leave you
He still loves you
He always will
Nadia
Well.
Thank you for telling her.
She’ll have the rest of your things brought to you later in the week - in the meantime, you are dismissed
Yes, that’s it
No, she doesn’t want to talk about it. Not with you
She doesn’t want to sit there and plead with you, cry for you
She doesn’t care why you did it. She doesn’t care if you’re sorry
She’s not going to remind you how hard it was for her to open up, how you were the one who taught her to trust and reach out
As if that was your plan all along, to soften her up just enough that a betrayal like this would hurt
You’re expecting her to cry, to fly off the handle, but she doesn’t
Not until you’re gone
Not until everyone’s gone, and she’s left alone in her tower with nothing but the emptiness in her chest where you used to be
She throws herself into her work - she’s suffering, but that doesn’t mean Vesuvia should
You don’t get to have that much power over her
Muriel
He doesn’t say anything
You wait. You let him process
He still doesn’t say anything
You tell him you’re sorry, it was one time, it didn’t mean anything, whatever excuses you’ve made, however you want to justify it
He doesn’t look at you
You tell him you hope you can get through this, you hope you can talk about it, you’re sorry
Nothing.
He looks hurt.
But he doesn’t look surprised.
He doesn’t kick you out of the hut - he’s the one who leaves
He tells Asra, who’s furious, but doesn’t take any of his advice
He hasn’t said a word to you in weeks; if you enter a room, and he’s talking, he stops.
You’re not sure if you’re broken up; you haven’t tried to go see him, and he hasn’t come to see you
But he won’t say anything
And he doesn’t, for a long, long time
Portia
You…what?
At first, she can’t stop crying
And she’s livid that she can’t stop crying, because she’s so angry with you
Don’t you dare try to comfort her, not after that
Don’t you dare pretend you care about her feelings, that you ever cared about her feelings
She will throw all your stuff out of the cottage onto the Palace lawn, piece by piece, while she screams at you
She will break anything you gave her if she can, anything you made for her
Only then will she ask. Why? How could you?
And if you ever wanted to know what the hell is wrong with you, you’re about to find out
You’ve never taken her seriously, you’ve never seen her as an equal partner, and now, she’s come to find you never loved her, either
Well, good job - now she never wants to see you again
And she doesn’t
She knows the Palace so well, you never catch her at work
She’s never at the Raven when you are, never comes by the shop
If you want to ask how she is, you have to find Julian, and he, uh, he…he really shouldn’t say
Lucio
You…cheated? On him?
You’re expecting his temper, a trademark tantrum, but instead -
Get out.
If you don’t, then he starts yelling, but it’s not a tantrum
He’s not throwing things, he’s not trying to hurt you, or even scare you - he just wants you to go
He doesn’t trust easy. He doesn’t “open up”
His trust issues cross into paranoia on the daily, but he’s been coaching himself, beating back the nasty voices in his head, because he wanted so badly to love you, and to do that, he had to trust you
He put all that work into climbing over those walls, and for what?
You don’t want to be with him, after all.
Later, he’ll be furious with you. Later, you’ll be the latest in a long line of injustices, the long list of people who never appreciated him as much as he deserves
But right now, he’s the one who thought you wanted him
It’s like a joke. He’s a joke - a pathetic, deluded ass who has no one
Correction: who needs no one
So get out, because he’s sick. Sick of thinking people want him, and sick of finding out he’s wrong
He has made absolutely no effort to clean up his house, but Faust got a new sweater for the occasion
The TV plays old music videos in the background, and all the overhead lights are off, so his apartment is lit exclusively by a collection of lava lamps numbering in the dozens
In addition to showing each other increasingly obscure Vine compilations et cetera on YouTube, your activities include makeovers, hair-braiding, and hiking to Walmart at 2am for canned cinnamon rolls and halal corn dogs
He has a futon couch that flattens out into a bed, and you both curl up on it with all the pillows he owns
You stay up talking and giggling until almost sunrise, and wake up feeling horrendously groggy around 1pm
He takes you to a diner for all-day-breakfast and Muriel meets you there because he likes their pie
Julian
He’s actually asleep when you get there, still in his work clothes, all the lights in his apartment on, charger in one hand, and dead phone in the other
(As it turns out, Malak buzzed you in)
He apologizes profusely when you wake him up and asks if you’d rather put on coffee at home or take a quick jaunt to Starbucks
You discover he’s the only person in the world who still owns a DVD player, and an extensive collection of DVDs - everything from Disney classics to black-and-white romances to foreign films you’ve never heard of
He offers up a more mainstream collection, but you’re kind of curious to see what Love And Pigeons is about
You order a pizza with all the trimmings and try to keep it down while he talks over an old Soviet comedy telling your gory ER stories
By the time the credits roll, you’re curled up on his chest, telling him about your wildest dreams while Malak tears the pizza box apart looking for crusts
Nadia
She opens the door in a silk pajama set and translucent robe that are nicer than what most people wear to job interviews
Her idea of junk food is off-brand goat cheese, so you told her you’d bring the snacks, and it’s a delight to watch her try to eat Doritos without getting her fingers cheesy
She loves board games, and especially wants to play Scrabble, but does preface that she has six sisters and is accordingly super competitive, in case you want to opt out
Around midnight, she turns on the rainbow lights in the pool, and you go out for a calming dip that turns into splashing and raft-tipping and trying not to spill each other’s drinks
After a long bath to wash off all the chlorine, you fall asleep in a lavender-scented haze in her canopy bed, on top of the covers with the gauzy purple curtains drawn around you
You wake up around the time she’s getting back from her morning run, and she offers to buy you breakfast
Muriel
When you brought it up, he seemed hesitant - he claims he’s just skeptical about adults having a sleepover, but you also don’t get the sense he entertains much
He’s still cleaning when you get to his place, not that it was ever really messy to begin with
And he has a thing about ordering food, because he doesn’t like delivery people knowing where he lives, so he picked up your favorite drinks, snacks, and cooks something comfort-y like mac & cheese, shepherd’s pie, manti, etc.
You cuddle up in a pile of blankets - some of them look new - and watch movies or binge old cartoons in his bed
At first, he crochets to keep his hands busy, but when you snuggle closer, he puts it aside so he won’t bother you with the movement
He had the couch made up to sleep on, so you could take the bed, but you end up falling asleep on each other, and in the morning, you get to tell him he snores
Portia
Naturally, you build a blanket fort, one that spans the entirety of her living room, and she takes a bunch of pictures to brag about it on Instagram
Pepi almost takes it down at one point by rubbing on a load-bearing cushion
Portia has baked three kinds of cookies for the occasion, ducking in and out of construction to rotate trays through the oven
You order a huge spread of Chinese and eat it in the fort, watching Muppet Treasure Island on her laptop, and she packs up half the leftovers for you to take home
She wants to take you on a walk by the ocean at sunrise, but falls asleep in your arms about a half-hour too early
“Oh, well…guess we’ll have to try again next time!”
Lucio
Even if he hadn’t spend the entire planning process asking you what you wanted to do, eat, see, etc., it would be painfully obvious this is his first sleepover ever
You’ve been over to his house before - you’ve even stayed the night before - but you put the label on it, and now he’s nervous, like he’s not sure if he’s doing it right
Even though all he’s doing is ordering food and curling up on the couch with you, the dogs, and a crappy reality-show marathon, like he’s done a hundred times before, he still keeps stealing glances to make sure you’re having fun
You take it upon yourself to introduce him to a few sleepover pastimes - Truth or Dare isn’t much with only two people, but he still has fun, and when your dance party breaks a lamp, he assures you he always hated it
Convincing him to leave the house in pajamas and no makeup for a late-night Walmart run is a truly Herculean feat of persuasion, but he does it
He falls asleep on the couch, with his head in your lap, and complains about his back hurting in the morning
If y'all haven't figured out by now, Lucio is my favorite Arcana character (followed closely by Julian). He's arguably one of the most interesting characters in the game despite being a walking meme 75% of the time (but to be perfectly honest, which of the LIs isn't). I live for redemption arcs and I'm really curious to see where the game goes with him by the end of his route. The guy has a LOT of issues, and some aspects of his past are irredeemable, but if the cards are played right I think there's still a chance to turn him around.
However, if I have to hear 'oopsie' one more time, I'm throwing my phone at a wall. Nix Hydra please for the love of gods stop that.
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