The Arcana x Reader lemons/one shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Julian x Chubby! Fem! Reader

This was a request by: Chubby_Joestar
Watch out, this is a long one
Warnings: Body issues, Quarantined
Word count: 1708

(Y/N) POV

I sat on my couch in my magical shop, waiting for my husband to come home. He would spend nights and days at the palace as the palace doctor. I never knew when he would come home, I also hopped that he would not get the plague that was sweeping the streets of Vesuvia.

Staying at home was not helping me with my body image. I was not already super skinny before Ilya told me to stay home, then once I stayed home I gained more weight. It made me uncomfortable that I had gained more weight.

I went upstairs to our bedroom area, I looked at myself in the mirror grabbing myself. I was also taller than most women around me. My sister in law Portia was short but she was also bigger. I wondered if she too struggled with how she looked in the mirror. The countess was around my height, but she was skinny I however was not.

I did not know why Ilya chose me to be his wife, I found myself to be ugly. I cried and sunk down to my knees, thinking about how Ilya might have been cheating on me this entire time. Loving on another woman, who was skinny, and tiny. I heard someone start to bang on my door.

I went downstairs, "I'm sorry but I am clos-"

"Is Doctor Devorack here?"

"No. My husband is not here, I thought he was still at the palace."

"You're arrested due to your connection to the murderer Doctor Devorack."

"Wait what?"

They put me in handcuffs and brought me to the palace. They brought me to the dungeons, I did not know what happened. I hoped that my brother might have been down here as well so I would not lose my mind.

"You'll be next to the Scourge."

They threw me into my cell and chained me to the wall. "(Y/N)? What are you doing down here?"

"They arrested me because Ilya did something stupid. They said he murdered someone."

"Ilya could never kill someone he does not have the balls."

"Exactly. I just hope I get out of here soon!"

That was three years ago, I assumed that Ilya was killed by this point. My son and I had a nicer cell at this point. My son was three years old, and the countess let me keep my son and not kick him out or kill me. They wanted me alive in case Ilya came back up.

I had named my son (s/n), I had always liked that name. (S/n) knew some basic words and I was given books to help teach him, Muriel never came to visit me once he got out of cells. He could not get me out though, and it hurt me. If I did not give brith to (s/n) I would have lost my mind.

"Papa, mama."

"For the last time (s/n) your papa is dead."

"No. Papa."

"No papa correct baby."

I picked him up and I played with his cheeks. I had some very basic clothes for my baby, and I loved him so much. (S/n) had Ilya's bright red hair, and his skin tone. However, (s/n) had my eye shape and color. My son was giggling, but he soon tried to pull away and go to the cell door. "Papa! Papa!"

(S/n) pointed to a man in chains, I never got to see the man's face until he heard my sons voice. I saw his eyes stare into mine and I was livid. The guards opened the door and put Ilya in my cell with me. I was fuming at this point.

"Hopefully your wife doesn't kill you by tomorrow morning so we can hang you."

My hands were on my hips and (s/n) was hugging Ilya's leg. I pulled (s/n) off of his leg, "I need you to stay here while I talk to your papa okay baby?"