#lucio x apprentice

A snippet from chapter 1 of Heart Hunter where Muriel is cute and one of several points where you can tell Lucio to fuck off 😉 You can also suck his finger in this episode 🍵

Lucio x MC

A/N: MC in this scenario turns into a bunny whenever they are surprised or very emotional, so they can’t control it :) please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

💛Lucio💛

You already know he’s going to be a total menace about this

The first time he witnesses it, he absolutely shrieks at the puff of smoke you poofed into, only to burst into hysterical laughter at the sight of the tiny bunny that had replaced you

As soon as he verified that the bunny was in fact you, he scooped you up and held you hostage carried you around everywhere

If you struggle against these conditions, he’ll leave you on the floor to suffer the consequences of having incredibly short legs while he strides away

He would never leave you stranded though, not with his dogs and Chandra hanging around the palace

He’s almost disappointed whenever you turn back into a human, but he has to admit that bunnies do get a little boring after a while since they can’t do much

Still, a fluffy companion is delightful once in a while, so as soon as he finds out he can make you transform by surprising you, he decides to endlessly abuse the system

Doing your hair in the morning? He’s sneaking up behind you to grab your shoulders.

Being served a delicious meal? He snuck a bug under the dish cover.

Going to sleep? He’s hiding under the bed to grab your ankle.

You’re going to need to set some very firm boundaries, or you may very well be spending most of your life as a bunny

The only time Lucio doesn’t like your bunny form is when someone else is the reason you transform

Surprising you is bad enough, but if they manage to elicit an emotion big enough to make you transform? Oh, he’s pissed

Well, if you transform from happiness then he may be more jealous than pissed, but there’s still quite a bit of unjustified anger toward whoever inspired the emotion

Cracks knuckles oh baby as someone with C-PTSD this is my JAM

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Apprentice/Julian Devorak, Apprentice/Lucio (The Arcana), Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Apprentice/Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Julian Devorak/Original Female Character(s), Lucio (The Arcana)/Original Female Character(s), Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana)/Original Character(s) Characters: Julian Devorak, Lucio (The Arcana), The Apprentice - Character, Original Female Character(s), Nazali Satrinava, Count Spada (The Arcana) Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Romance, Slow Burn, Julian's POV, Lucio's POV, Amputation, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Alcohol, Plague, Pre-Red Plague (The Arcana), Red Plague (The Arcana), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tarot Series: Part 1 of End Up Here (Reworked)

Chapter Summary: Julian is thrown for a loop when one of Bakuli's poems seems to reference him, of all people.

Chapter 5: Warmth

Julian settles in for bed, Bakuli’s poetry splayed out on the comforter before him. He reads it by candlelight with a glass of Prakran whiskey Nazali gave him long ago, as a congratulations for completing his training. Julian hoards it for special occasions, and this seems like special occasion enough. He devours each poem, finding particular joy in one Bakuli has seemingly written about her childhood spent on the canals of Vesuvia. Her verses are sprightly, iambic, and lyrical.

He imagines himself lounging on the cobblestones lining the Vesuvian canals, his fingers trailing through the crystal-clear waters. Bakuli sits beside him; face shaded by a wide-brimmed sun hat and smile bright enough to rival the day around them. Julian can feel the magician’s love of Vesuvia in every line. Bakuli’s heart beats in each word and her light seems to trickle into Julian’s veins. Warmed by Bakuli’s poems and the spice of his Prakran whiskey, Julian finds his head beginning to nod. A yawn escapes his lips, but he resolves to finish the last few poems in the stack.

Reaching the last poem, Julian expects another playful composition about spells or summers spent on the water. Instead, however, he is met with something a bit more cryptic and in a style that diverges slightly from Bakuli’s other poems. It also has lines crossed out, words scribbled over, and little notes of possible synonyms in the margins...