#apprentice aveana

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I was able to commission ashpyreArt over on twitter for my apprentice and Lucio!!!! I'm absolutely thrilled with it and you guys have to go check out their stuff!!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

a birthday gift for @devoraakss! i hope you like it!!!

“’Veana!”

Aveana studiously ignored Lucio’s singsong voice calling her name. It was rarely a good sign when he sounded that smug.

“Aaveeeaaaanaaaaaa~!” He was close now, close enough that she knew he saw her. But, in true Lucio form, he just kept calling her name. Even started singing, too. “Little bird, little bird, the wily virago no one can tame~”

Oh hell no, he wasn’t. “Sing one more phrase of that song and I’ll–”

The cool glide of metallic fingers up the back of her neck made Aveana cut herself off with a shudder and a soft noise, not quite loud enough to be a moan. “You’ll what?” Lucio purred into her ear. And when she didn’t immediately respond, he chuckled, knowing how the wash of his breath over her ear would affect her.

“Are you done here? I have something to show you.”

Didn’t that sound swell. “What is it?”

“You’ll see, little bird. You’ll see.” Without waiting for Aveana to respond, Lucio grabbed her chair and pulled it away from the desk. In another swift movement, he had her by the arm and whirled her up into his arms, where she couldn’t avoid looking into his grinning face.

That grin did things to her. Aveana slipped out of his grip and hoped the heat she felt rushing to her face didn’t show up in a blush. It was a vain hope. “Fine. Where is this thing you want to show me?”

“This way!” He took her by the arm and towed her, will she, nill she, through the palace. They passed his quarters, they passed the lesser audience chambers, and finally drew up to the big double-doors that led into the big ballroom. Aveana thought she heard people, lots of people, on the other side. Had she missed the memo about some ball Lucio had decided to throw?

Before she could decide how to feel, Lucio threw the doors open. As soon as they did, a band Aveana vaguely noted at the back of the room struck up a lively song with a familiar tune – the one Lucio had sung minutes before.

The rest of the ballroom was decked in shades of gold, red, and tyrian purple. Two banquet tables dominated either of the long sides of the room; one was laden with food, and the other with parcels of all shapes and sizes. The cleared space in the center of the ballroom was populated by dozens of people, some of whom Aveana recognized. All were bedecked in their festive finest, as if this was the Midwinter Ball and not some unremarkable day in May.

While Aveana was busy gaping, Lucio towed her into the room and up to the shimmering gold and crimson shape next to the gift-laden table. “I knew you wouldn’t have gotten dressed in anything special today, so I had this made for you,” Lucio told her, gesturing grandly to the dress on display. It was cut scandalously low in the front and back, fell to the floor and then some, with slits all the way up to the hips to allow her to move. “Happy birthday, Aveana.”

Either she was going to rip Lucio a new one for pulling this on her, or…

“Veana?”

His trademark shit-eating grin made Aveana flush all the deeper. “You didn’t need to do this.”

“Of course I did.” His expression slid quickly into a scowl. “It’s your birthday.”

Reflexively, she glanced at the crowd of people still milling about the room and noted with a little thrill of relief that no one was looking at them currently. “But did you have to do all this? In public?!”

“’Veana,” Lucio sighed, curling his right hand under her chin.

She jerked her head out of his grasp. “This isn’t something everyone needs to be in on!” At the near-frantic tone in her own voice, Aveana tried not to wince.

“’Veana.” Now Lucio sounded almost angry. She finally focused on his face. The scowl had softened into a frown. “They,” he waved absently toward the room, “don’t matter except to make this more amusing. If you want them gone, I’ll throw them all out.”

“That’s not…” She sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Both his hands wrapping around her upper arms made her reopen her eyes. “Come on, little bird. At least try on the dress and open your presents.”

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Some uh... doodles of my Devil!mc au I made, featuring my mc Aveana as the Devil... and um. She loves her Lucio.

Bonus: he was a good boy so he gets a treat

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Pinup of my apprentice Aveana, she loves dressing up for her count ;)

Let's play tumblr roulette n see if this gets flagged also click for better quality >:(

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I FINALLY DID AVEANA IN THE ARCANA STYLE AND GAVE HER A GRIMOIRE PAGE!!!! I'm so proud of this it's insane, huge thanks to the devs for Portias new Sprite with her hair down so I could use it as a reference 😪😪😪

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Maybe tumblr will actually let me post it this time! I Commissioned the lovely @basedmoni over on Twitter to draw my darling Aveana!!!!! Please go support her and her work, shes perfection!

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Reunions of this kind are the sweetest, aren't they? Aveana changed her look, and hey, so did Julian!

I referenced howl and Sophie for this because ofc I did. The parallels are UNMISTAKABLE and I LOVE it. Bg from the game!

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I ADORE your writing! I don’t know if you’re taking prompts right now but I would die if you wrote a “moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall” type of passionate kiss for Lucio/Aveana!

oh no my weakness, fuck me 

ft. Lucio’s Non-Canonical Upright ending (I made it vague on purpose, so I don’t have to change it or edit it if we do get his route.)

It was… difficult, for everyone involved. The disaster that was the masquerade, shattering the Devil’s bonds and freeing those involved, disrupting the ritual… But it worked out in the end. Aveana had gone on the journey to the Devil’s realm alone, armed with the energy and hope of her friends and loved ones behind her and the power of her magic, renewed by the truth of her missing past and the hope for a brighter future. 

But the hardest part was telling the truth of her feelings. The disbelief from her friends, the heartbreak from the most trusted of them– But she couldn’t deny her heart, even after all that had transpired. She loved Lucio, the Ex-Count and insufferable disaster himself. She broke the chains the Devil had bound him with, returning her to her body and giving Lucio the body he had lost three years ago.

It was overwhelming, almost. Suddenly being physical again, everything she couldn’t feel between worlds rushing her senses all at once. The energy and excitement that Lucio’s entire aura emanated was captivating and lacked the dizzying sickly feeling it had when she had first arrived and encountered him.

 In the middle of the ballroom, he had looked at her with silver eyes, untainted by red for the first time in forever, rose to his feet slowly… before he rushed her towards her. 

Asra started to call out to her, Muriel startling from beside him and for once looking ready to fight, Nadia and Portia too. Julian nearly ran to her, tripping over himself– 

And Lucio kissed her breathless. 

The world disappeared from around her, silence falling over them. Nothing registering but the hand on her waist, the cool metal on her cheek, the soft lips against her own. She returned the affection without noise or complaint, heart hammering against her chest.

Lucio would have gotten carried away, if not for the sound of someone clearing their throat behind her, and it shocked her out of her momentary bliss. 

Aveana felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she broke the kiss, but Lucio’s arm around her waist didn’t leave, and she didn’t step away from him. 

a woman in a carved wooden mask in the visage of a cheetah separated from the crowd, dressed in fur pelts that draped over her form like armor, a spear at her side… icy blonde hair tumbling down her back and shoulders. Dread fills in the pit of her stomach as the similarities between the woman and Lucio click in her head. Oh, gods, is that his– 

“We’ll have all the time to do that and talk about what happened here after that Devil is dealt with.” Her voice is firm, but her gaze doesn’t leave Aveana. Maybe she was amused but it was impossible to tell behind the mask. What parts of her expression could be seen never wavered. It was unnerving. 

But she was right. 

No one asked any questions, thankfully, but Asra’s gaze was pained every time he looked at her. She knew she had to explain… but not now. With the power of Asra and his parents, alongside Muriel and Nadia, Aveana had entered the Devils realm. 

There was no shortage of shit talking from him, the Major Arcana mocking her feelings– time and time again he attempted to chain her, trap her into making a deal, and time and time again she rebutted his proposals, waiting for the time to strike. 

“I tire of your meddling, Fool!” the Devil snarls, lifting a hand to summon chains from the sides of the room, moving like snakes to grab her– 

Aveana raised a hand, a pulse of white, opalescent energy surging from her gesture, making the chains shriek and clatter. 

“As do I.” 

She focuses her energy in front of her, all she can muster, blinding energy building and making the chains recede further. Cracks of white light burn and appear over her skin– just a little longer– She shuts her eyes and flings all that energy towards the Devil, the shrieking of chains and the Devil himself filling the room before… 

Nothing but light. 

When Aveana woke, she was in the middle of the Devil’s realm. the hellish red walls had turned into smooth, polish marble, the entirety of the realm having changed from a literal hell into… something calmer, and in the center of it all, a grey marble statue of the Devil, radiating malice and frozen in a scream of agony, head turned to the skies. 

After that… it was easier to confront the problems back home. Asra was… understandably heartbroken, but they agreed to still remain friends… so long as whenever she came to visit him and Muriel, Lucio stayed home. 

Nadia was a bit less understanding, though her ire was directed at Lucio rather than Aveana… which made her more pleased than she would care to admit. Aveana understood her want to exile Lucio from Vesuvia, and a small part of that was still upset that she had died from the plague agreed with Nadia… But she was ready to accept exile with him, until the woman from before spoke once more. 

“I believe I can offer a solution.” She removed her mask, looking at it almost annoyed before her attention turned to Lucio. “I did come here for a reason, after all.” 

Lucio shrunk back when her gaze landed on him, looking guiltier than she had ever seen him, taking a step behind Aveana as if to hide from the woman’s gaze… though, it was futile, as aveana stood at 5′2″ and Lucio was at least 8 inches taller than her. 

“Morga, was it? that’s what the Devil called you.” 

The woman gives Nadia a respectful nod. “Yes… M–” she pauses, lips quirking up in a slight smile. “…Lucio is my son.” the way she says his name makes Aveana quirk a brow in confusion. 

“Momma, please…” Lucio groans softly, covering his face with his metal hand. Morga remains seemingly amused, but says nothing more to him, turning her gaze to Nadia once more. 

“I want to bring him home. I see no reason why that should change… and I welcome the addition of his… friend as well. She seems capable of holding her own quite well.” Morga speaks, sounding a bit sad as she begins, before her tone returns to the mild amusement she had previously, icy gaze finally settling on Aveana.  

Nadia shakes her head. “I don’t care where he goes, so long as he doesn’t come back to my city. ever. again.” She enunciates the last few words, glaring pointedly at Lucio cowering behind Aveana. 

Morga says nothing, looking to her son. 

Lucio looks up from his embarrassing attempt at hiding, cheeks flushed red and lips twisted in a pout, glancing at Morga. “What?!” 

She levels him with a firm glare, and he glares right back, face flushing darker, but he doesn’t seem to want to fight with her. 

“Oh, for–UGH- Fine! Yes, yes, I won’t ever come back, you’ll never see me again! Never shall I again set foot in Vesuvia, yadda, yadda….” he grumbles, resting his chin on Aveana’s shoulder. 

Aveana cuts her eyes at him, jabbing him in the side with a finger. “She’s giving you another chance, stop being a dick about it.” her voice is cutting and stern and knocks the shame right into him. He sheepishly straightens his posture, scratching at the back of his neck and looking down at the floor, rightly scolded. 

When he continues to say nothing, Aveana nudges him again and he mutters something, glaring at her half-heartedly… before he sighs and turns to Nadia properly.

“………Thank you……… Nadia……” 

Nadia looks at him, unconvinced, but the tension in her shoulders eases just the slightest. “Don’t thank me yet…” she steps towards him, offering her hand to him. He frowns, looking puzzled, staring at her hand before looking at her face. She looks at him expectantly, so, ever so slowly… he takes her hand. 

As he does, she pulls him towards her, grip on his hand crushingly tight and her other hand clapping him on the shoulder. she speaks to him, quietly enough so only he can hear–

“If you hurt her… in any way, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. I promise you that.” 

She steps back and releases him, smiling almost kindly. “Well then,” she turns to Aveana, a type of fondness returning to her gaze. “You should pack if you intend to go with them. Do you need someone to look after the shop while you are away?” 

Aveana glances at Asra, briefly, before she shakes her head… “Ah…I don’t think so… But, thank you, Nadia… really.” 

Nadia smiles, giving her a sincere and gentle hug. “You never need to thank me, my friend. I hope you are making the right choice.”

She smiles, returning the hug as she fights the tears behind her eyes. “I am.”  

They stood on a tall hill, below them the city of Vesuvia, shining in the sunlight. Their horses slowed to a stop, Morga glancing to her side at her son. “I… I am glad to see you again, Monty,” she says, slowly. She gently sets a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before she spurs her horse to move once more. “Don’t linger behind too long. I won’t wait for you two.” 

Lucio watches his mother trot ahead, suddenly nervous when he hears a burst of giggles. his head snaps back to Aveana, a blush rising to color his cheeks. “What?! What’s so funny?!” 

“’Monty’?” Aveana sits behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, her hair tied back in an intricate style his mother helped with– it caught him by surprise, seeing a familiar style like that on her was… pleasing. 

He quickly shakes his head, turning back to look at the road ahead and nudging their horse to move. “Stop laughing… It’s… a nickname.” 

Aveana smiles, resting her head against his back as they move, watching the city shrink smaller and smaller into the distance. “Sure, whatever you say… Monty.” 

Lucio groans and Aveana just laughs, their path taking them towards a brighter, happier future… for both of them. 

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SO I GOT TOO CARRIED AWAY AND OFF TOPIC OF THE PROMPT BUT I GUARANTEE THAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY GOT TO LIKE. AN INN OR SOMETHING. IDK BUT ENJOY K THAMKS