The Arcana: Fragments

XXII: Cheating

[Headcanon #1]

Main six reacting to MC admitting they're cheating on them with an undisclosed lover.

Asra: Doesn't quite understand where this is coming from, you two had seemed alright these past few weeks and he had no foresight that would suggest you had been acting differently. Your admittance shocks him, but doesnt hurt him. Instead, he grows curious. He knows you're in a delicate state and not likely to reveal everything about your new love interest, so he sticks to the "basics''. Contrary to what you thought would've been a disaster of an episode between you two, you spend the evening discussing your sex life with this new person, how they treat you (much to Asras relief, they treat you well), how they are in bed, and what you like about them. Following your extensive tangent, Asra admits he is more than intrigued by this person, "Y/n, would it be so wrong of me to want to meet them?" You say no and ask what else is on his mind. "Well, just from what you've described to me, this person sounds quite fun. I mean, I know they know about us, but I think that's good. Tell me, how would you feel about maybe bringing this person a bit closer to the both of us? We could make it work, I promise".

Julian: On the inside, you know this really does bother him, but his affinity for overreacting and theatrics of drama just blow the whole thing out of proportion. You made the mistake of meeting him at the Rowdy Raven, right about now he was three Salty Bitters in and they really weren't helping his mood. "It's because of me, isn't it?", he red, drunken eye looks at you fiercely. "It is. But in your defense, if there even is any, I know I'm not the most..dominant partner..and I know from time to time you want that. Ugh!", he looks down at his hands in disgust, "Why can't I please you? Why can't I give you what you want?" Pulling at the red locks falling over his eyes, he hardly listens to you when you attempt to explain it was not like how he was imagining. In truth, you enjoyed remaining dominant, and you weren't with your new lover because they allowed you to be submissive, it was because they were almost exactly like Julian. That was the reason you slept with them in the first place. Onlookers in the tavern eyed you and Julian warily, confused, and overall with judgement. Julian wept bitterly for no solidified reason, mumbling to himself as he continued drinking. Eventually you had to wobble his drunken form out of the Rowdy Raven and back to Mazelinkas where you held and cooed him to sleep, knowing full well his antics were expected to happen all over again in the morning.

Muriel: Shuts down, completely. Not only does he shut down, he shuts you out. He doesn't react beyond expressing a frown or knitted brows, which frustrates you wildly. You want him to emote somehow, but he remains silent and only watches the fire roiling in the hearth of his hut while you tell him. Innana leaves the comfort of your lap upon seeing Muriel's shift of mood and demeanor, eventually growling softly at you as she realizes you hurt him. She never does return to you. Kneeling in front of him, you hold his knees and beg for his forgiveness, explaining over and over that it meant nothing, that you were drunk and the person who was concerned was not emotionally attached to you nor you them in any way. "It was impulsive", you stammered, " and stupid..so stupid! My love, I am so sorry for the pain and anger I have caused you. What can I do? Please tell me, Muriel, I'll do anything!" He looks at you now, but makes no movement to touch you in any way. Your hands still rest on his knees and you notice his skin has been growing hot under your touch. "I..I know you're sorry", he whispers through cringing expressions, "My heart has always been in your hands..it'll take time for me to..heal from this". Upon saying this, he gingerly pokes your hands away from his knees, sending your palms falling onto your lap. You accept your punishment fully, and respect his space and privacy for the coming days.

Nadia: You done fucked up here, for sure. No excuse flies. This is the fucking Countess of Vesuvia, ya wanker, and you think shes just going to let you get away with your passive aggressive explanation of "nothing happened, I swear"? Nope. One does not simply find someone better than the Countess, and she proves this to you whilst concurrently punishing you for your insolence. You aren't allowed to touch, or move, or make a single noise. Its torture and pleasure all at the same time. You're pretty sure you pass out at one point, only to be woken up by yet another orgasm, and then another. By the time she is done with you, you hardly remember your name, much less the lover you took which brought you into this situation in the first place. Needless to say, the Countess is pleased at her work with you, and by the end of it all she gives you gentle, affectionate aftercare. She never mentions it, but your time together with one another mentally reassures her that you love her and only her.

Portia: Perhaps it was a bad idea to mention your wrongdoings to her at your weekend dinner at Portia's cottage, but you aren't too good at taking - much less planning - the best approach to things. She's furious. Her savory stew she made specially for you in honor of tonight was thrown at your face with much force than expected. Dribbling down your face, the hot juices were nothing compared to the guilt and pain you felt inside. "The guard?! Are you serious, y/n? I introduced you to them! What is wrong with you?" She held a wooden drinking cup in her hand, poised to throw it at you. You found her small, infuriated frame so adorable, you made the mistake of smirking. The cup hit you smack in the nose, which bled instantly. Upon seeing this, Portia went from angry, to guilty, to concerned, to sorry. Sitting back down in your messy, stew-stained chair, you chuckled softly to yourself as she wiped your nose. You both exchanged apologies to one another, your voices overlapping and cutting each other off. "I love you", you both said in unison. Her hands were cupping your face, your skin was growing sticky and gross feeling, but none of that mattered. You both forgave each other. Picking her frame up and into your arms, you threw the remaining contents of the dinner table onto the floor, "Skipping dinner, huh?", she asked playfully as you roamed her, " I'm more hungry for dessert", you say, laying her down as her lips lay attached directly to yours.

Lucio: "Tell me what you did!", Lucio growled. You sat in his private study, looking down at your feet and cocooned into a small loveseat, wanting to disappear. "It was an accident!", you cried. "What..what exactly was an accident?", he said, looming over you like a tower. That damn servant had to go and tattletale on you. "I sucked dick on accident..", you whispered. "How the fuck do you suck dick on accident?", Lucio drew you up from the chair and against his frame in one swift movement. His scent was so intoxicating and yummy you nearly forgot his question. "Well, then, how did he taste, huh? Do magicians taste better than Counts?", he held your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Not talking, huh?", he questioned. You looked into his pale eyes dreamily, lost in them. "Then I guess you'll have to compare us both once again, so you can come up with a coherent conclusion. On your knees'', he ordered. You obeyed eagerly, he snapped his fingers and a door opened, revealing the magician from before. "Looks like y/n needs another taste of the both of us", the magician said, eyes raging in lust. Lucio was angrily unbuckling his pants, "Yeah yeah, don't flatter yourself, we both know who they'll like more", he said arrogantly. "We'll just have to see", the magician replied, undoing the laces to his pants as well.

[08.17.2019]