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biblicallyaccuratefangirl · 16 days

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☼ Asra headcanons: in the morning ☼

Wakes up all sleepy and bed headed, wearing comfy oversized clothes, to shuffle over to where you've gone and nuzzle into your neck, hugging your waist

Wants to be near you and touching your skin almost constantly, as if he needs to make up for lost time he spent sleeping

In reality, it's more so that he can hardly fathom that you're here with him, in his home, after sharing his bed— and seeing you in the morning so trustingly welcoming him into the vulnerability and domesticity of this disheveled, unpolished facet of life just fills his heart with more love than he can express

So, he tries to take in as much as he possibly can, relishing and treasuring these domestic moments with you

Being Asra's partner, you'd have to get used to his eyes fixed on you constantly. Especially in the morning. Each new day he begins with you by his side is one more day he falls in love with you all over again, and it's all he can do not to admire you with awe

Doesn't matter your body type— doesn't matter how messy your hair is when you wake up, or how tired your face is— he simply adores all of you. Every little curve, every little detail, every motion you make... he takes it all in with such affection, as if he'd spend every heartbeat away from you replaying these memories desperately

His favorite possible way to spend mornings with you is slowly waking up with coffee or tea, huddled up under a blanket at home with the windows open to hear the birds

Truthfully, it's this scenario that plays in his head most often when he's away from you for long periods of time. Apart from... other idle fantasies

Asra enjoys singing, but most often it's during moments like these— he'll hum softly, blissfully content with you leaning into him. But don't think he doesn't know what he's doing when you're snuggled up to his chest and can hear the deep, honey-smooth rumbling of his morning voice... he knows you too well for you to be able to hide the way he makes you melt

WILL tease you about it. Occasionally he'll leave it be, instead just smiling with amused affection. If he does tease you about it, though... it would easily be one of those instances where your next response redirects just how passionate the morning was about to be. He's a sucker for morning makeout sessions... Drowsy, sultry, lingering kisses? Asra does NOT need to be asked twice

Admittedly, the aforementioned scenario is most likely played out if you wake up at the same time. He wants to be as close as possible facing you, completely intertwined with you (legs, arms, hands in hair, everything). This all starts out entirely pure; simple and sweet affection and devotion. He'll shower you with half-asleep kisses, murmuring questions about how you slept. Needless to say, the mood can very easily be shifted...

He's somewhat of a morning person, especially with you in his life. Frequently you'll wake up to breakfast waiting on the nightstand, with Asra already back in bed close next to you. Acts of service are a close contender to physical affection for him, though he's glad to express his love in just about any form he can

Overall, every morning with Asra is a lovely one and you can rest assured you won't spend it feeling unappreciated <3

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to-the-stars8 · 7 months

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A Conversation with Your Ghost

Asra x Reader AO3

Summary: Asra wakes up to you, and it breaks his heart.

When Asra opened his eyes, he saw you looking down at him, smiling. It had been so long since he had seen you, so he let his eyes drink their fill of your beauty. Like the first time he had met you, Asra could feel his heartbeat quicken as he followed your bright eyes. Even amongst precious silks and furs, there wasn’t enough coin in the world that could buy him the same comfort as your touch did. Leaning over him, you traced his body delicately, fingers feeling like you were tracing him with the petals of a flower. Gods, there weren’t words to describe just how in love with you he still was.

“Is something wrong, my love,” You said. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “I sense that you’re stressed.”

Asra sucked in a breath as your voice rang in his ears. He turned his head away, trying to ignore the ache in his chest, eyes staring into the flames of the fireplace across the room. After a moment, he looked back at you. “I am fine. You do not need to worry about me.”

You ‘tsked’, a sound Asra knew you made when not satisfied. “I believe we both know that is a lie. Now, if you tell me,” You paused, pressing a ghost of a kiss on his bare shoulder. “There will be a reward.”

He chuckled, hands turning into fists as he remembered your rewards and how it would get him to spill every secret he had. For once, Asra did not fall for it. “I promise you, it is no lie. I am most okay when you are here.”

He looked into your eyes and saw them soften at the affection he gave. There was nothing he would not do for you. You laid your hand against Asra’s chest, and he swore he could feel the warmth through his body.

“You need a break, I can tell you have been working too hard,” You said cheerfully. Still, your voice was soft. “Maybe, we could take a trip to that one place you took me for my birthday…Theー Damn it all, I forget the name of it. The one where the stars shined the brightest.”

Asra could not recall the name of the place either but remembered the night well. The stars never seemed so bright than when he looked into your eyes. Gods, he thought, what were those damned stars worth if they could not be seen through your eyes?

“Yes,” He said. “We should. Tomorrow, perhaps?”

You grinned. “Yes! We will go in the morning. I have some things to finish up here in the meantime.” Looking down at him again, you patted his chest. “For now, get some sleep, my love. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.”

Asra did as you said, sparing his heart from the sight of you. It was for a moment before he yearned to see you again, but, just like that, he was alone. The room was dark, no fire had ever been lit and it was deathly quiet. Sitting up, Asra sobbed into his hands as he cursed himself for letting you go. He could not bear this quietness, nor the conversations with your ghost.

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ohkento · 3 days

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Nightmares and Daydreams

!! SPOILERS FOR ASRA ROUTE !!

A.N. : my first ever writing piece published publically. And ofc it had to be asra <3 the loml. Inspired by @/vesuviaweekly 's weekly prompt 'Nightmares and Daydreams' .Could also be considered a piece inspired from the ongoing prompt 'The things that changed' but I will probably revisit the prompt via another piece. Will be tagging it for both , just to be safe. VERY heavy on headcanons (I can't even distinguish between the canon facts and the facts i headcanon anymore). ← to the point it may be ooc . Anyways , the MC here will share my MC's origin story (this is to make me write faster , motivation go brrr) but will be referred to as MC only and will use they/them pronouns. This post will specifically target dreams of asra . I will (possibly) make another post in future involving dreams of my MC (Riku). Trying different writing styles in the same post. Is that a good idea ? Probably not . Would i still do it? Of course.

C.W. : He/him pronouns for asra (to avoid confusion) ; NOT spoiler free ; death mention ; mc's aunt is mentioned (oc character) ; somewhat angst ; very much self indulgent content ; lovesick asra; english is not my first language so please be kind and make me aware of any mistakes you may spot while reading this.

"By clicking on 'keep reading' , you hereby confirm that you have read A.N. and C.W. as given above and therefore I (the creator of this post) will not be held accountable for your reading experience"

Asra Alnazar

Nightmares :

• (Before meeting MC) His nightmares followed similar themes. Some of these included the glimpses of his childhood , with his parents and suddenly they are leaving. His childhood home crumbling to floor. Him getting in trouble while playing on docks . Sometimes it included Muriel - his new friend. The visions of Muriel , too, disappearing some day or being disappointed in him in some way were a great burden for him. Some others included him not getting any food for a whole day or two ( but were they really nightmares if this was his reality?) and people being mean to him.

• His ways of comforting himself during such times were very limited. He would wake up with a jolt and startle Faust too. They both would later cuddle and squeeze together. To prevent getting bullied , he would act all mean in front of bullies and protect Muriel from them too. To avoid starvation, he would resort to petty stealing via magic. He would visit his 'gate' on especially rough nights seeking comfort from his patron arcana the Magician. He would use magic to create pretty scenarios to calm himself down .Muriel started to comfort him too once he found out about his nightmares.

• (After meeting MC) He started to visit the magic shop the day after his nightmares . MC's aunt was a kind lady . Being in her presence would remind Asra of home and comfort him in an odd way. But he liked it. Once he was good friends with MC , he would randomly crash into their bedroom for comfort and cuddles. He was loved in the magic shop. But to avoid getting attached to them , he would often go on 'trips' , only to return after being haunted by nightmares making him crave for a place to call a 'home'. His nightmares significantly decreased after getting close to MC.

• (Plague Era) In the initial stages of the spread of plague , he would often get nightmares about his friends catching the plague. Mc did a great job in reassuring him initially but as the situation in vesuvia worsened so did his nightmares. He could not be reassured. Which then led to 'the argument' that caused him and MC to separate.

• (After MC's death) After he got to know about MC's demise (and after his short trip (?) to lazaret ), his nightmares would now involve those tall chimneys he saw on the island. In his nightmares, he would wander around the crematory and would hear MC's voice calling him . He would always wake up in cold sweat after such nightmares and cry himself to sleep again .

• (Post U.E. route) After the fight against devil was won , he had MC with him now. Now no matter what nightmares he would experience , he would always wake up to comfort full of love from his love. Now the nightmares were manageable and even if some of them truly terrified him , he knew he could tackle anything and anyone. He could go against the world if required now that he had MC supporting him.

Daydreams :

• (Before meeting MC) Asra is a very creative person. At such a young age his daydreams would involve a safe place , lavish meals , running around with friends. He would also daydream about his parents returning someday and taking him with them. He would often try to create these 'daydream scenarios' play out in front of him via magic. This also helped him get better at magic.

• Once Muriel and him secured a safe place in the woods , he would ask Muriel to join him while he was playing out such scenarios. Muriel would often decline , but on the rare occasions he would join Asra , he would find himself entranced in asra's daydreams. Afterall he has a very creative imagination.

• (After meeting MC) after meeting MC in his stall at one of the bazaars of lucio's annual masquerade ball, his daydreams started to include more of MC as he got to know them more. Scenarios of them practicing magic together, taking classes from MC's aunt together, going on foraging trips to gather resources for the shop together. During masquerade ball season , when he would be making new masks (to keep up the inventory) for his annual stall , he would daydream about the different styles of masks and colours that would suit them . Asking Muriel for help while carving out masks and showing him his ideas via magic (the same way he used while daydreaming). It would all be so they (MC) could have more options to choose from. He would always daydream about them dancing at ball together. When he saw other couples in the ball doing different types of couple activities, it too would feed his daydream fuel.

• While away on trips , he would daydream of bringing MC with him. To explore new places, meet new people, experience new experiences together. When the longing became too much to bear for him alone , he would return to meet them.

• (After MC's death) Daydreams were his only escape from the reality. He had no one he could rely on anymore. He would daydream about MC coming back , of him bringing MC back. He daydreamed about seeing MC again after all this time , about the time spent and what could have been. He would choose moments from his life and daydream about changing the course of how things happened, how things should have happened. He daydreamed about all that mattered to him and still there was nothing he could do to make that happen. Except being patient. Except searching for ways he could bring them back. Except daydreaming about successfully finding a way to bring them back. All because he had a creative imagination.

• (Post U.E. route) Now that everything was right , he finally dared to daydream about a future . A future where MC was present. A future where his parents were there . A future where he had people he could rely on. A future he could not wait to experience. Now his daydreams were filled with plans. Plans he would make to make his loved ones happy. Now his daydreams were not an escape, but just creative thoughts. Of course it did not happen immediately but eventually he leaned to control them. His creative thoughts help bring happiness in his loved ones lives now. His plans are always very detailed making everyone surprised when he finally decides to execute them. Why wouldn't they be surprised? Afterall he does have a very creative imagination.

That was fun to write ! I am so proud of it! Possibly my next post will be a Asra × Riku fic.

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fandomheadcannonswelovethem · 6 months

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Asra loves quiet time. He loves laying with you while you read.

He also loves making tea for you. Your smile is his favorite part of the day.

Holding your hand and running his fingers over any scars you may have.

He will trace scars and kiss them, telling you he loves you. He wants to make sure you don’t feel broken.

Asra likes waking up in your arms while you play with his hair. Hearing your voice every morning,“‘Morning my love.”

He loves when you caress his face, and vise versa.

He’s not overly clingy but he has his days.

Sometimes when he can tell you’re having a bad day, he will hold onto you. He brings blankets and extra pillows. He will cradle your head into his shoulder, telling you a bunch of his stories from his travels. Luring you to sleep with his words.

He always wants you to be happy, never fearing sadness.

#asra headcanons #asra alnazar #arcana asra #mc the arcana #the arcana #arcana headcanons #asra #Asra fluff

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malaks-perch · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧...

that's right, you've found asra's masterlist. if requests are open, please feel free to leave your mark

𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

asra comes home to you, link

aphrodisiacs with asra and muriel, link

going shopping with everyone, link

asra meets a dancer, link

you dream of asra, link

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alpha!asra alnazar, link

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bathtime fun with asra, link

what dating asra is like, link

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amethystasra · 2 years

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Asra with an s/o who loves rain

Asra would absolutely adore how excited you got anytime it started raining

Asra’s favorite season is spring, he loves sunshine, and warmth, so before he met you he didn’t like rain, it would just make him sad most of the time

But you make everything seem so much brighter, rain is one of your favorite things, so he would start longing for those stormy nights just to see how your eyes would light up when you heard drops falling on the window

Sometimes you would want to go out in the rain and just walk because you love how it feels on your skin

Asra would come along anytime, you guys would dance and jump in puddles as if you were kids

When you get home Asra would run a warm bath for the both of you

Afterwards he’d dry you off and you’d spend all night doing all the cosy stuff people do while it rains, drinking tea, reading, all cuddled up in a blanket

You’d fall asleep on his shoulder and he’d carry you to bed, where you slept safe and sound in each others arms as the rain poured outside

also that one (coins) scene in Asra’s oasis where it rains *chef’s kiss*

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loveydovey-leviathan · 2 years

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> reposted from my personal blog: @i-wish-i-was-consistent

asra x gn! reader

You can't help but be slightly jealous of Asra.

He was beautiful. His hair the colour of starlight and violet eyes that hold so many secrets— and he looked even more so as he lay beside you with his arm around your waist, looking at you as though you were the one who spun his world around.

You were staring, unshamefully so.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking upwards as they always did.

"I could ask you the same thing,"

He chuckles, making his dimples show (you have to suppress the urge to poke them). "I do actually. A lot more than I think you realize."

A large statement considering how much he compliments you. But you know that if you said so, he would insist that "there weren't enough hours in a day to tell you how much he loves you".

Silence ensues after a short while. It always did when it was just you and him, but you didn't mind. It was comfortable, domestic, calming— a break from everything that made life go by so quickly.

Then suddenly...

"Can I have your hand?" Not a particularly strange request coming from him, so you don't think anything of it as he gently takes your hand onto his, turning it so your palm is facing upwards.

You feel the tip of his finger gently dragging across your palm, following the lines etched onto it. You glance at him and see his eyebrows furrowed and a frown painting his lips— an expression of mock concentration.

"It's saying we'll have many nights like this, cuddling before we fall asleep in each other's arms."

You know at once he's making this up. Your lover has many talents, especially in the magical field, but palm-reading is not one of them (but you're sure he could if he studied).

But you decide to play along.

"What else do my palms say?"

You see him smile, the concentrated look on his face replaced with the usual mischievous glint in his eyes and a teasing grin. He knows what you're doing.

"It says we're going to love each other until our souls part," he mutters quietly. He lifts your hand and kisses them, before going back to his original position and placing his hand on your hip— rubbing comforting circles as he waits for you to answer.

"How many years is that?"

He leans in and pecks the corner of your mouth before he replies, his eyes go soft as he continues to stare at you— like you were the one who hung the moon and stars in the night sky.

"Many."

You finally drop your little act. "Is that true?"

Again, he takes his time before answering— choosing to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another on your cheek. He continues to pepper your face with kisses before you finally feel his plush lips against yours.

Asra has always smelled like herbs, flowers and something else that can only be described as magical— and it's engulfing you like it would a thick blanket.

He squeezes your hip affectionately as he presses his lips onto yours harder. The kiss is desperate and wanting— yet always, always gentle. He kisses you like you'll disappear into his dreams if he so much as blinks.

All too soon, he pulls away. He's still beautiful, maybe even more so with slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks— his chest heaves with deep breaths from lack of air and you can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing you're the one who made him look like this.

He cradles your face with gentle hands before finally answering.

"If you want it to be."

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mee-op · 2 years

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asra x reader

You can't help but be slightly jealous of Asra.

You were staring, unshamefully so.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking upwards as they always did.

"I could ask you the same thing,"

He chuckles, making his dimples show (you have to suppress the urge to poke them). "I do actually. A lot more than I think you realize."

A large statement considering how much he compliments you. But you know that if you said so, he would insist that "there weren't enough hours in a day to tell you how much he loves you".

Silence ensues after a short while. It always did when it was just you and him, but you didn't mind. It was comfortable, domestic, calming— a break from everything that made life go by so quickly.

Then suddenly...

"Can I have your hand?" Not a particularly strange request coming from him, so you don't think anything of it as he gently takes your hand onto his, turning it so your palm is facing upwards.

"It's saying we'll have many nights like this, cuddling before we fall asleep in each other's arms."

You know at once he's making this up. Your lover has many talents, especially in the magical field, but palm-reading is not one of them (but you're sure he could if he studied).

But you decide to play along.

"What else do my palms say?"

You see him smile, the concentrated look on his face replaced with the usual mischievous glint in his eyes and a teasing grin. He knows what you're doing.

"How many years is that?"

He leans in and pecks the corner of your mouth before he replies, his eyes go soft as he continues to stare at you— like you were the one who hung the moon and stars in the night sky.

"Many."

You finally drop your little act. "Is that true?"

Asra has always smelled like herbs, flowers and something else that can only be described as magical— and it's engulfing you like it would a thick blanket.

He cradles your face with gentle hands before finally answering.

"If you want it to be."

I have no idea where I was going with this.

#my writing #the arcana #asra x reader #asra x apprentice #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #asra the magician #the arcana fanfic #the arcana x reader #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana imagines #the arcana drabbles #the arcana fluff #asra fluff #asra drabbles #asra imagines #asra the arcana fluff

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aethes-bookshelf · 1 year

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this lovely heart of mine || asra/reader

I am once again resurrected! Work and college have been kicking my ass, but I'm still working on stuff in the background (like fully plotting out and writing the rest of 'knowing you, knowing me' lol). In the meantime, I thought I could finish and post some of my shorter WIPs.

The whole 'sharing a heart' thing is a hc of mine btw. I hope you enjoy! ^^

Pairing: Asra/Reader

Wourdcount: 1.2k

Warnings: none

Summary: To bring you back, Asra gave up half his heart. But now that half lives on in you.

Two people, one heart. The two of you are never truly alone - and tonight neither of you want to be.

(AKA Exploration of the connection Asra and MC have due to sharing a heart.)

ao3 ver

The night was surprisingly cold for summer. Asra’s skin prickled with goosebumps as he rolled up the sleeves of his coat; he didn’t want them getting in the way of setting up camp. He unfastened his luggage to get his tent out. Pulling it out was a bit of a struggle — it got tangled up with a few of the books and scrolls he had haphazardly stuffed in his bag while packing. Just as he was about to pull it out fully, one of the lines of the tent caught on a corner of a book and stretched quite a bit before slipping off. It hit him in the leg with full force.

‘Ow, shit!’ Asra jumped a bit at the impact. What started as a sharp sting quickly turned into burning. He lifted the leg of his pants to check the damage. His skin slowly grew darker in the spot where the line hit.

Asra sighed through his nose and reached into his bag again, this time looking for some soothing ointment to help the irritated skin. It was a good thing that blasted line hadn’t drawn blood — he wasn’t sure if he had any bandages on him, especially clean ones.

As he was patting the ointment onto the forming bruise — Julian’s own blend, apparently — he noticed a probing, familiar presence at the edge of his mind. The symbol on his chest, normally hidden from view by his clothes, shone faintly through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Asra smiled, bruise and ointment both forgotten. He sat down cross-legged next to his bag, with the tent still sticking out of it. He made sure to face away from the still-bright lights of the village he was staying near — right at the border between small, white houses and the plane of grass surrounding them. He didn’t want the village’s people to see the symbol on his chest; what it represented was too touchy of a subject to share with near-strangers. They’d be sure to ask about it if they spotted it shining beneath his shirt. And they would spot it if given the chance to — most of the people who were still outside were young, their eyes still sharp.

Besides… What he was about to do was a tad bit too intimate to do facing others.

* * *

You were busy packing an order at your shop. The sun was setting — it’d almost disappeared beneath the horizon. It was getting pretty dark, the brightness of the day giving way to growing dimness.

You snapped your fingers at nearby candles while collecting packets of dried herbs. A few flames sprung to life. They made shadows dance and flicker on the walls.

‘Will that be all?’ you asked the customer. You still wore your customary polite smile, but the day had been long and you could feel your energy leaving you. This person would be the last client for today, you decided.

‘Yes, thank you very much.’ They said, taking the merchandise off the table. They paid what was due and left through the open front door, wishing you a good night.

You liked them quite a lot — they were a regular in your shop — always made sure to stop by and buy something whenever they took a trip to this part of Vesuvia. But even their customary pleasantries and sunny attitude hadn’t cured your exhaustion.

You circled the front desk of your shop and went to the front door. You closed it with a heavy sigh. The lock clicked into place; you left the key inside it to spare yourself fetching it tomorrow.

Despite how tired you were, you still had to clean up the place. Tomorrow was still a work day, so you couldn’t leave your shop looking a mess.

You picked up a few parchment scrolls you’d used earlier in the day to roll them back up when you felt a familiar presence at the edge of your heart. It seemed like Asra finally answered your call.

Smiling, you sat down in a nearby chair and got to work on rolling the first scroll up. A wave of new sensation washed over you, taking you somewhere different.

You smelled fresh, crispy night air, tinted with a bit of incense Asra always carried with them in their travel bag. You felt grass beneath their folded legs as if they were your own. You heard voices from somewhere behind you — adults talking, children playing, a dog barking. Your leg stung a bit where the rope hit theirs. You frowned. Did they pack that ointment Julian made for them? Did the skin break? You didn’t think it did, there was no scent of blood in the air. Still, you worried.

Calmness rushed into your heart; you knew it was Asra soothing you. You took a deep breath, grateful for the reassurance. Everything was okay. They were okay.

* * *

Asra put a hand over his heart, right where the symbol was. Its light shone through the gaps between his fingers; it felt like warmth, it felt like home. It felt like you.

Leaving you these days was different from leaving you before you learned the truth about what happened. Before, every time he left, he was running away from you. There was a tinge of shame to it all. How a part of him feared coming back and looking you in the face again, knowing you didn’t know, couldn’t know about how the guilt tore him apart. How you didn’t know he had abandoned you once — and what it’d done to you.

Now, he longed for the day he’d see you again every time he left to restock the shop’s supplies. It was like being able to breathe after being submerged in water for far too long. No more fear, no more shame. Because now he didn’t have to hide from you.

He felt the plush softness of the chair you were in and the scrolls moving beneath your fingers. He heard the paper rustling as you rolled it back into place. Could smell the dust on it and the herbs drying by the windows of the shop. He could see the shadows flickering on the wall in front of you; if he reached out his hand, he could almost touch them.

Being with you like this eased the bitterness of being apart. Physically, he might be away, but anytime the loneliness was too much to bear, he could just reach out to you and you would answer. Always, without fail. Just as he would answer you.

Your feelings flowed through him in a steady stream. Comfort, love, tiredness. You should go to sleep, damn the cleaning. You could always do it in the morning.

No, there’s too much to do to leave it all for later, he thought. Thinking it was almost like you speaking to him, through him, but not quite. He still couldn’t put a finger on what it was exactly, but he had more than enough time to figure it out. He’d find out eventually.

Right now, the only thing he needed to know was that you were there, on the other side. That you were safe. And that when he reached out to you, you’d be there. No matter what.

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blitzyn · 2 years

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to the future

asra alnazar x gn!reader

request : none

Synopsis: You and Asra relax in the moment after defeating Lucio.

a/n -> happy 4th of july 😼

wc -> 0.7k

cw -> none but slight spoilers for asras upright route

You felt Asra's warmth behind you, protecting you from the chill of being far away from the city. You watched as the streets shined with the mixture of various glitters thrown around by cheer-filled civilians. Vesuvia had finally begun to prosper without the Count reigning over the country.

Nadia had taken over well, and had started to build proper waterways with the help of Salim and Aisha, your boyfriend's parents. It was hard work to pick up the mess Lucio made in his desire for endless parties and neglect for the well-being of his people. She had even decided to pass on Prakran techniques to occupy the Coliseum, turning it into a public trial center instead of keeping it as an arena for slaughtering other people as a sport.

Today was the start of Nadia's commitment to rebuilding Vesuvia into something much better, to bring the city into its prime. The citizens have luckily taken the information with gratitude, happy to live in a place where fresh, running water will be available in more places instead of habitats where vampire eels reside in.

Since Vesuvia was largely known for its parties, it was inevitable that one was going to be thrown in celebration of a new era in the city's history.

Though, it was not a masquerade, nor a fancy ballroom party within the confines of the palace walls. It was a festival that ran through the marketplace to the docks. Children and adults alike shared gifts and forged new memories as they participated in activities and lit lanterns that shone in every color of the rainbow.

It was so much more than you had ever imagined during your journey to confine the Devil in his realm.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Asra rested his chin on your shoulder, peering at you curiously with his purple eyes.

You smiled at him. "I'm just glad that we're able to sit here after everything that happened."

He sighed dreamily. "Me too. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to hold you like this for the rest of forever."

You giggled at his words as he shifted himself so that he sat next to you. He picked up a bottle of wine that was gifted to him from Portia by Nadia. He poured you both a glass, the color delightfully contrasting against the vibrancy of the festival.

"To the future of Vesuvia?" he raised his glass to you.

You grinned. "To the future of Vesuvia."

You clinked your cups together and took a deep drink, the wine gliding gracefully down your throat. It was fruity with several spices mixed in, delighting your taste buds.

There was suddenly a high-pitched squeal, silence, then a loud boom that colored the night sky a vibrant blue. Many more fireworks of various sizes painted your vision, some crackling, some creating different designs.

Cheers echoed throughout the city, happy that the first fireworks of the night were finally being lit.

You and Asra laughed in delight when one of the fireworks displayed a large Tarot card in your favorite color and his signature purple. You would have to thank Nadia when she was free.

"It's so stunning," he mumbled, just barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it is," you kept your eyes locked on the kaleidoscope of colors above. It took a moment or two to feel the familiar affection-filled gaze he often gave you.

You turned to him in question before piecing it together - he was calling you stunning. Your eyes widened in surprise; you had only ever heard that line in sappy romance novels, you never expected to ever hear it for you.

You could feel your face getting hot as you looked away. He laughed at your embarrassment, swinging a warm arm around your shoulders.

"Ah," he sighed, complete infatuation laced in his words. "I love you so much."

You turned to face him, gazing deep into his magenta irises mixed in with the rainbow hues of the fireworks. Your chest swelled in the welcome feeling of love-sickness, feeling as if you were falling for him for the first time.

You brought your faces close together, lips just inches away from meeting. "I love you, too."

You kissed, the passion far surpassing the ones from before. You ran a hand through his curly locks, his lowering to your back. You took a breath in when you reluctantly pulled away, turning to face the show once more.

You couldn't wait to see what the future had in store for Vesuvia, for your friends, and for you and Asra.

#asra alnazar #asra x you #gn reader #gender neutral reader #asra fluff #mentions of nadia satrinava #mentions of salim and aisha #2nd person pov #asra the magician #asra x gn reader #the arcana #the arcana game #mentions of lucio morgasson

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beanswrites · 2 years

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"The Special Tea" Asra x MC, from The Arcana

Guys, here you go, have a nice little one-shot before I do some requests!!

Fun fact: This is the first The Arcana one shot I've ever written! I found it recently (and edited it, because my God was it cringy)!

I know that I was gone for a little bit of time but hey, I'm back, and requests are open! Feel free to request anything, but check out my rules for requesting first! Or, you could also pick something from my prompts!

Also available on AO3!

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Word count: 1557 words

Trope: Fluff, Slight Angst

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x fem! MC

AU: none

Warnings: drugging (technically??), truth tea

Picture from Pinterest!

As the apprentice of the great magician Asra, everyone expects that your life is full of wonders, adventures, and magic. Well, they couldn't be more wrong. Asra never lets you come with him on his trips because he wants to keep you safe, so you get stuck in the shop.

You are in charge of running the shop and helping the customers while you wait for them to come back from their unpredictably long trips. This time, Asra wasn't back for a month. That was a dangerously long time to be away from him.

Honestly, chilling at the shop was getting pretty boring after that kind of time because there was nothing to do. You couldn't even play with Faust because the little purple python always hung around Asra's neck in his adventures.

The white-haired man would sometimes send you postcards and letters just so you know that he's okay. Julian and Portia visited every once in a while, so you couldn't exactly say you were lonely. That didn't mean you didn't miss him, though.

The winds were breezing that night, with hints of magic in the air. That usually meant a strong magician is in town, and there wasn't a better magician in the whole Vesuvia than the man you gave your heart to, Asra.

Okay, he maybe gave you his heart physically, but what the all mighty magician didn't know was that you reserved your heart for him and him only. He was indeed very handsome, incredibly smart, and would always keep you safe, which is why you started liking him in the first place. Sure, he can be annoying with his mysteries sometimes, but in all other ways, he was everything you wanted.

The clock struck 7 PM, so it was the time to put the shop's sign to 'closed' and clean the place up for tomorrow. You were exhausted since you had five tarot readings today. The brush you were sweeping with brushed every part of the wooden floor as you hummed the light song Julian has taught you in the Rowdy Raven, just like every day.

Out of nowhere, the wooden floor screeched, and you yelled out: "Sorry, we're closed!" but the person didn't seem to get the hint. The mysterious figure continued walking in, going fastly through the shop, getting close to the private part where you and Asra lived.

"Um... EXCUSE ME, but we are closed. You are welcome to come back tomorrow when we will be open" You repeated, but the shadow man kept coming forward. Somebody's deep breath echoed just a couple of meters away from you, which put shivers through your body.

Oh no.

What if it was someone who wanted to hurt you?

Or who wanted to hurt Asra?

What if Lucio came back?

These were the questions circling in your mind as you thought about what to do.

If your master was here, he would probably tell you to use your mind and let the magic flow. As he would usually tell you, you took a deep breath and grabbed a potion from the shelf that you could use to stop the potential intruder.

"Don't come closer! I have a weapon!"

You said, but the man came into the room. Listening to your instincts, you threw the bottle onto the figure.

You didn't see much, but you figured it was a man and not an extremely large one. Maybe you could have tackled him down. Maybe he wasn't a threat. You figured out it wasn't one of your male friends, but nor Lucio, as the figure was physically a bit smaller than all of them.

Suddenly, the figure spoke.

"Ouch, MC, I know you've missed me, but you don't have to push me down! Can you please help me up?"

As soon you realized who it was, you jumped on him and tackled him with many hugs.

"ASRA!! YOU'RE BACK!!"

He laughed, and his wonderful purple eyes shined. He put his hands on your back and brought you in another warm hug, which almost made you melt right there in his arms.

"Come here MC! let's make some tea so I can tell you about my adventures and you can tell me why did you jump on me like I was robbing the store."

You blushed as you followed him into the kitchen. You grabbed a jar full of yours and his favorite herbs, but he stopped your hand and placed the jar back on its shelf.

"No, not that one today. I have a very special tea that I want you to try"

He said as he brought a small jar of purple powder back into the room. The suspicious substance smelled like lavender and moonflower. It was unlike any other tea you have seen before. Still, you would trust Asra with your life, so you let him cook tea for the both of you.

When the hot drink was finally finished, he brought it over to the table in front of you, when you noticed something strange. The only purple tea was meant for you, which means Asra only wanted you to drink it.

"Don't worry, I would never poison you, MC! I wouldn't be able to stand the fact that you're hurt." He said like he could read your mind.

Those words relaxed you a bit as you took the first sip of your tea. The feeling it gave you was warm and bright, it was magical. Suddenly, you began feeling very light and sleepy, and the last thing you remember is Asra's warm smile, as he whispered: "Sweet dreams, MC.."

You woke up the next day in Asra's bed, with no memory of what happened. At first, you were scared and very confused.

'Shit, what if we slept together?!'

That thought quickly went away as you realized that you were fully clothed in what you wore the day before. You slowly made your way from Asra's room into your shared kitchen, where you've spotted him making some kind of traditional Vezuvian dish for breakfast.

"Good morning MC, my love, did you sleep well?" He said as he stirred the dish in his pot.

A crimson shade flushed over your face at his comment.

"What do you mean Asra? Why are you calling me that?"

He laughed like what you asked him was the funniest thing in the world.

"Oh right, sorry, you don't remember... I always forget that after the truth potion you can't remember things! Why am I calling you that? Because you kind of confessed your love to me last night, MC.."

Suddenly, your anger rushed thru the roof as you realized what he said.

"Hey, that's not fair! You put me on a truth potion! You basically drugged me, Asra! Plus, how do I know you're not making this up? And care to explain why was I laying in your bed?!"

The handsome, white-haired man came closer to you and held your hands in his.

"Listen, MC, I know I shouldn't have... I just really wanted to know if you feel the same for me..? I swear I'm not making it up, I can make a vision right now just to prove it to you. And I swear, I would never take advantage of you like that, you were lying in my room because I brought you there! You were too weak to walk, and my room was the closest, so I put you to sleep there.."

You thought for a few moments before answering him. He was a jerk for making you confess everything when you didn't know what was happening, but at least he knew your real feelings, right?

"Ughhh, fine... But at least, tell me... What did I say to you? How did I confess..?"

He turned his facial expression into a huge grin, while he was going back to his meal.

"Well... I asked you how were you feeling, because you looked very funny, almost drunk, and you said you were okay. Then, I didn't want to pry too much, but then you suddenly asked me: "Heyyy, Asraaa, you wanna hear a secret??" Which I, of course, wanted to hear. Then, you told me: "Asraa, I loveee youuu". Now tell me, MC, were you telling the truth?"

You blushed spread on your ears and chest, as you looked at the wooden floor.

"Well... It was a truth potion, wasn't it..?"

Asra quietly nodded as he approached you.

"But.. Asra? How did you respond? I mean... Are you okay with me, feeling this way..?"

He grabbed your chin and slightly brought your head up so you can look up at his eyes. He stroked your cheek a few times and smiled lightly.

"MC, no star in the sky shines as bright as you... The only thing that keeps me homesick for this town is the fact that you are waiting for me... I love you too, MC, my love, and I told you that yesterday too."

Since that day, only a few things changed. Asra would still go on his adventures, but would sometimes take you with him. And when you were left in the shop, every time he came back he greeted you with a loving kiss. Now, you have completely given your heart to the purple-eyed magician, all because of Asra's special tea.

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biblicallyaccuratefangirl · 14 days

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ꕥ Asra Headcanons: Jealousy ꕥ

If ever there was a healthy relationship, it would be one with Asra— it's something that is very important to him and something he actively works to maintain

Despite his willingness to spend his near every waking moment with you, he's very accommodating when it comes to you needing space

It's this same mutual trust and stability that makes him so comfortable with you spending time with other people

Despite his maturity and security, the beginning of your relationship (like any) was a period of heightened emotion. In the midst of it all, despite himself, Asra still had tiny inklings of self doubt and worry when it came to you being alone with people who had little reason not to be more than friends

He hated his anxiety about it, and felt guilty that there was still any part of his mind that struggled to trust you and your devotion to him

From the start, however, he'd never found himself feeling insecure when you two were together among other people. He always felt that being around you was very grounding, and you seemed to be able to restore all his sensibilities

By now his trust in you is unwavering, and he feels fully secure in the place he has in your heart. There are, however... a few small exceptions to his confidence

It hits the hardest when he's away for long periods of time. Every idle moment is spent thinking of you, and he makes sure to communicate with you as frequently as he can, but eventually the guilt of leaving you alone catches up

He has immense gratitude for the people in your life able to keep you company in his absence, but sooner or later the regret begins to take the shape of a benign jealousy that others are caring for you when he ought to be

He hates feeling so helpless, but the longer he's away the more that shame piles up on his heart. The muted envy that others are getting to do his job is never resentment, he's too grateful that you have support around you. But he certainly does wish he were there with you, reclaiming his responsibilities as your partner

Beyond that, there's little that could put a dent in his faith in your relationship. He knows any attempt to alter your mutual affection will be entirely unsuccessful

If someone does try to make a move on you, he feels in no way threatened, but he's quick to indulge in a little flaunting. A hand sliding down around your waist... Leaning close to your face to speak to you... A kiss to your knuckles... Standing close enough to you that his body brushes yours... All little ways to simultaneously flirt with you and deter those interested

Overall, he's nearly never jealous, and could hardly be a better partner if he tried 🫶

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herdecisions · 1 year

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BROOO!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Im hyperventilating 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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to-the-stars8 · 2 years

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The Lamentation of the Apprentice

Parings; Past Female Apprentice x Asra Chapter 1 AO3

Chapter 2

The next time I saw Asra it was days later just after a noon rush. Horror and embarrassment burned in my throat, and I blanked on what I was saying to the customer. The little brat was here to taunt me, I was sure of it. Perhaps he liked to see me squirm, and it almost made small feelings for him waver. My words stumbled over themselves, but I was to be damned if I let him know what his presence did to me.

Asra went to the cases first, leaning so close that his breath fogged up the glass. Then, he went to the shelves, picked up something, then put it down. Finally, Asra made his way next to the customer, looking right into the glass case they had rested their hand on. Awkwardly, they shuffled away and I continued to ignore him.

"--Ultimately, I do not believe it is good for him to use it that way. It is a potion meant for relaxation, and involving horses in a process that will have different effects--" I stopped to look at him from the corner of my eye. Sighing, I looked back at the customer. "I digress, though. Just make sure no horses are involved and your brother should be fine."

The customer thanked me, but I barely acknowledged it as I made my way next to Asra. Bending over to look at what he was staring at. It was a small vial of agrimony leaves with the name on the label and meaning. One of the few herbs in the shop that were not bought out within a day. Not many people seemed to know the magic in Vesuvia, save for Asra, who had been the only person I had met who knew anything at all about magic.

"'To undo hexes and curses'," Asra read aloud.

I hummed in acknowledgment. "Why are you here?"

"Am I not allowed to shop? It would be rude to turn away a customer."

My fists tightened at my sides as hot self-consciousness rose in my chest. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I knew I looked flustered by the smirk on his face. That beautiful face with the perfect nose and cheeky grin. Before any words could escape me, he spoke.

"May I ask you something, MC?"

Still, he said my name slowly unlike everyone else.

"Of course, Asra." Maybe if I said his name in the way he said mine, he might have felt the same butterflies I felt.

I wished he looked at me when he spoke next, but instead, he kept looking into the glass case. "How long have you been watching me?"

"I--"

Gods, I had thought, strike me down now.

When I first saw Asra it was not at my window, rather he was nothing but a blur as I walked by behind the shop. He had been surrounded by people, so the only part of him I could see was the white curls on the top of his head. My aunt had laughed as we passed by and told me to never mind that magician, he would be out of business in a few months.

"After all, MC," She had said. "Street rats die so quickly in the city."

But he stayed in that back alley, even months after my Aunt had left to go back home to Helene. It was only after she left and the honors to him piled up did I start peeking. First every so often, then it became a nightly routine.

"Not long," I lied.

He looked at me finally. If he saw the lie on my face he said nothing. "You are not upset that I take your customers?"

"I--" I was startled by the question. If he had known I knew of his presence there for some time, then the question seemed redundant to ask. Surely if there was an issue it would have been solved immediately. "No. Not at all. And you don't steal my customers."

Asra only smiled in response before going over to the shelf against the wall and complimenting the assortment of herbs, crystals, and other ancient wards I had in there. My mortification, the feeling that I felt the moment I met Asra, had long been gone by then.

Instead, I felt proud that the pretty magician from behind my shop thought it was neat the way I displayed my products. Even as he continued to go from each item to ask me questions, I was answering them with more confidence every time he looked at me.

He seemed to have swindled me into a conversation with him because by the time another customer had walked in the sun was already coming into the shop in an orange hue. As I greeted the customer Asra slipped out with a wink just as he slithered in.

I had yet to see Asra again for some time. Not face to face at least. Every night, I would peek down at him to make sure he was still there. When he was, I left satisfied that my knowledge of him there did not scare him off. Though, I doubt myself only knowing that he was there that would do the trick.

When we met again it was in the MarketPlace. The day was cold for once. A sure sign of winter coming in close behind the semi-chilly autumn weather. People were happy about it and seemed more jovial. They could walk around without having to worry about sweating in their clothes once they stopped, and the latest winter fashions had finally sprung amongst the crowd.

With the weather change came a slew of new sicknesses. Colds and stomach aches had been the latest trouble in Vesuvia, and even the new doctor on the other side of the city could only help so many which left me. Unfortunately, the ones that needed my help left me depleted and I could not fulfill orders until mine had come in.

It pained me to see their faces in such a disparaged state. Slipping through the crowd the best I could, I made my way to the herbalist. An old friend that I knew little of, the herbalist greeted me with a loud boast of my name.

"MC! My best customer," I flushed as all eyes turned to me from behind the counter.

I nodded at them and said hello quietly, and gave him the slip for my order.

"Ah, for the colds, yes? A moment, please," The herbalist disappeared behind the curtain.

I walked around, fingering the hanging lavender from the short rafters above and fingering the different slots of herbage. Whitebark, rosemary, sage, and every other plan known to me or any other person. The smell caused me a headache, but I cherished looking at all the products offered. I looked back up at the lavender and thought of Asra. The purple of the petals reminded me of his eyes, but not as deep of a color.

Entranced by the thought, I almost failed to hear my name. When I looked up, my eyes locked with the eyes of the magician I had been thinking about. A familiar purple that still sparkled even in the daylight.

"Oh, hello, Asra," I said, stepping to the side as he reached for the whitebark.

"I hadn't expected to see you here."

I snorted. "Do you expect me to always be in my shop?"

A smirk crossed his face and a flash of something clever flashed in his eyes. "Do you always peep on people?"

My cheeks burned, and just as the words left his mouth the herbalist returned. Out of politeness, he pretended to not hear what Asra just said, but by the questioning look in his eyes, he must have. Paying then grabbing the bag of herbs, I turned on my heel and then quickly left in hopes that Asra would leave the embarrassment behind.

Asra called for me again, running up behind me as I lugged the large bag with me. Before any words other than my name could escape him, he took the bag from my hands. The cooled from my cheeks at that moment and we walked in silence for a few paces before either of us spoke again.

"Thank you."

"Forgive me."

We had spoken in unison and, for a moment, I thought I saw a flush on his cheeks.

"Whatever should I forgive you for?" I asked, brushing my hair out of my face as the cold wind blew against us.

He smiled at the ground before speaking. "Uh, for earlier. I hope I did not embarrass you."

"Oh," I said. "Think nothing of it. I have been in worse situations."

Asra grinned at me, a charismatic, lopsided grin that made my young heart flush with butterflies. "You must tell me."

"Well," The story started.

I had forgotten how long we had talked, but it was for sure long enough that he excused himself. Where my day had ended his was still happening. Asra slipped out the back of the shop, an exit I rarely used, and sat at his booth. Locking up and then slipping into my night clothes I peeked through the curtain again.

This time, when our eyes met as he magically juggled some masquerade masks for some wandering Vesuvians, he winked. My heart stumbled in my chest, and I closed the curtain squealing. I spent the rest of the evening trying to get his smile out of my head, but, when it proved to be fruitless, I opted to read. It was when the words passed through my head did the thought of him and my growing fondness finally fade.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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How the Arcana love interests would react to seeing someone flirting with their s/o?

Oooh! I do love me some protective badasses, or cinammon rolls, those are also great.

Pairing: Asra, Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Julian, Portia x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, marking, sharing clothes, bar fight, blood and injury, threats, protectiveness

A/N: Just thinking about this has me positively swooning.

ASRA

He's away a lot so when you're together he's a little clingy and smothers you with affection, even around others

Always has his familiars around just in case something happens but he's pretty good at keeping shady people away just because they think he himself is a little weird

On the occasion that someone does approach he likes to mess with them a little by making them see things

He'll never be violent, he doesn't need to be, all he needs is a little distraction and he's taking you by the hand and out of that situation

It's a little funny to see the person flirting with you be so suave and sure of themselves one moment and the be a fumbling, confused mess the next

NADIA

Only someone with a death wish would dare to flirt with you in Nadia's presence

It does happen but you're quick to show them the ring you're wearing, you're taken and you want nothing to do with them

If that doesn't work then Nadia is right by your side in a flash, wrapping and arm around your waist and kissing your forehead

She's keeping eye contact with the person who flirted with you all the while, asking if there's something they need help with

Her tone might be as sweet as honey but her eyes are as sharp as knives and just as cold as their blade, not to mention the small smile dancing in her lips as the person quickly scurries away into the crowd

LUCIO

Just like with Nadia, only an idiot would make a move on you in Lucio's presence, only the abundance of idiots seems to be far greater

Well Lucio does take you to taverns a lot so it's no wonder a little alcohol gives someone the courage to flirt

Like a shadow he appears behind them, one hand firm on their shoulder as he pushes them back and passed them by to give one well placed kiss mark on your neck

He turns to the people in the tavern with the smuggest smile possible and points at his hand holding yours

You swear you see his eyes flash as he asks if there's anyone else who would like to try and take his beloved away from him

MURIEL

Being the big, hulking mountain of a man that he is his presence alone is enough to ward off any trouble makers

Still people seem to think that he's not treating you right, that you could do better, that they can be better then Muriel to you

While he's not fond of staring fights he can certainly finish them if he notices that someone is making unwanted advances toward his lover

He could definitely break a few noses and bones if he's not careful but he just wants to give them a warning, a bloody face will do for now

He hates showing you this side of him but at the same time he wants to do everything he can to keep you safe, even tapping into parts of his darker, past self

JULIAN

Being the smug man that he is he shows you off and talks about how great you are to all of the people in the tavern

Naturally because of this other want to try out their luck with you, see why Julian is so smitten

They won't get far however, not with Julian taking your hand and kissing it right as they start flirting

He encourages you to sit in his lap so he can kiss you on the lips, show everyone that you're a couple that loves each other very, very much

If anyone needs any more demonstration after that they're either a pervert or want to get punched in the face

PORTIA

She is a cinnamon roll, but damn can she throw hands and words at people who make you uncomfortable

You wouldn't think it but she curses like a sailor when she's angry and she will put whoever thought could flirt with you into the ground with her words

You already said no, they should have respected that, now it's her turn to be a protective girlfriend

She's not above petty revenge either, what's a little something in their drink to make them feel like they have a splitting headache

You bet that she showers you with lots of kisses when you get home to make you forget all about the person who flirted with you

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 9 months

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Could I get hc for where the M6 find MC badly injured?. Not like on deaths door but like they'll need a strict week of bedrest to recover.

How they would react to finding MC?, how they would react knowing someone out there hurt MC on purpose? and how they would spend the week looking after MC?.

Mainly curious for Asra/Nadia and Muriel but all the m6 would be appreciated.

The Arcana HCs: When M6 find MC badly injured

~ @fox-daddy oh, I hope you're ready for some bittersweet angst while I run with this classic romantic moment :3 hope you enjoy these, friend! - brainrot ~

CW for brief descriptions of violence, physical pain/injury, and the M6 being very, very upset

-- to set the scene --

You had spent the afternoon in the forest gathering more stock for the shop, and lost track of time in the process. By the time you were ready to leave the sun was already setting and it was getting harder to see where you were going.

The first sign you had of an attacker was the feeling of being slammed harder than you thought possible on the back of the head. Everything that followed was fuzzy - being hit a few more times around your torso and face, a figure with its face hidden, and eventually being thrown against a wall while your bag was yanked away.

You don't know when you fell asleep, but when you open your eyes, you're back in your shop with your beloved bending over you.

Julian

His hands are steady on your bruises, but when you meet his eyes you can hear his breaths and see the curls around his face shaking

"MC?" He asks worriedly, "Can you tell me where it hurts?"

He doesn't leave the house while you're recovering. He's grateful for any help Mazelinka, Portia, Nadia, or Asra offers, but he insists on treating you himself and does so with total care and devotion

It's one of the moments when you're grateful for his cold hands, because they're so soothing on your tender skin

As you recover enough to be more aware of your surroundings, you start to realize just how the incident is affecting him

You can hear him pacing and muttering and swearing when he thinks you're asleep, trying to figure out how this happened and who did it and how to bring your attacker to justice

And at the same time, you know that no matter how many times he apologizes for not being there and you tell him that it's not his fault, he's going to blame himself

At one point Mazelinka gives you both bowls of soup laced with sleeping medicine

When he's able to forget your attacker, though, he's in his element

He's willing and able to give you everything you need: healing, company, laughter, love, and devotion, all without limits

Though he's very relieved when Nazali catches the assailant lurking outside your shop as they bring their apprentice more supplies and knocks them to the ground

Asra

The first thing you see is their hair twice as fluffed out as usual because they've been running their hands through it

As soon as he sees you're awake, he's gently skimming a thumb across your cheek and putting on a strained smile. "Oh, my love. Everything's going to be alright."

Salim and Julian, who have both studied medicine, are already in the shop helping Asra heal you while Aisha keeps you comfortable

As soon as you're recovered enough, Asra's offering you all kinds of safety options after layering the building in protective magic

Would you feel safer in the Palace? In the woods? In Nopal? Say the word and they'll take you anywhere you want to go

Is very gentle and cautious about how he asks you what happened

Stays so extremely calm and unruffled while you're healing that you know they're feeling some pretty awful things and that they have no intention of letting any of them show until you're better

Behind the scenes, he's stealing away whenever you're asleep to pass all the information he has about your attacker on to Nadia, who is determined to bring them to justice

They're not the type to try to restrict you in the name of safety, but they're teaching you every kind of defense magic they know

Nobody does comfort like Asra does. You won't have to go through a moment of pain or fear without him right there to pull you into his arms and hold you as long as you need him to to feel safe

Nadia

She's putting on a brave face but you can tell from the wrinkle between her eyebrows that she's very, very shaken

"Don't fret, my darling, you're safe now. Don't move. I've summoned our best physicians. Is there anything you desire? Anything I may fetch for you?"

As soon as you're cleared to move she's relocating you to the Palace where she can keep you safe and stay by your side

She is so dedicated to staying available to you, in fact, that she moves all of her meetings into the room next to yours so that she can hear you if you so much as cough

And if she does hear you in any kind of discomfort, she's dropping everything and rushing over

She'll move your head to her lap, bring food and water to your mouth, call for blankets and soup or ice cream and fans depending on your temperature, and trace your face with her fingertips until you fall asleep or force her to go back to work

You are her absolute priority

She's not going to tell you until later, but she is very, very angry

The cold kind of angry, that makes it difficult for her to be fair in her dealings. She has every connection both in and out of Vesuvia on a manhunt for your attacker

As soon as she hears that they've been apprehended, she has them detained until you're recovered enough to get out of bed

She wants justice, but she wants closure for you too, and the opportunity for you to obtain both for yourself

Muriel

As triggered and panicked as he is, Muriel has unfortunately gotten enough combat experience to have in-depth knowledge of how to care for someone who's been attacked

When you open your eyes, his expression is shifting between angry and terrified and deeply, deeply hurt, but his touch is gentle and safe and feather-light and he has water and painkillers already out

He doesn't want to overwhelm you with noise so he won't start talking until you do

He'll lock up the shop and carry you back to the hut as soon as possible, where he knows it's safe for you and for him

He's used to living with his own pain, but now he's becoming angry on your behalf and it's making him conflicted because he hates doing anything that could cause violence

So he sends Inanna with a note to Asra, explaining what happened briefly and asking them to pass the message on to Nadia so they can help

The two of them are quick to send everything you could need your way, and Muriel finds it much easier to accept help when it's for you instead of for him

Julian even makes the trek out once or twice to help you, and in the process tells everyone he meets about what happened and the state you're in

With the whole town on the hunt for whoever hurt their heroes, it's a matter of days before the attacker is caught. It's a miracle they make it to jail in one piece

Portia

The first thing you see are her tear-filled eyes, and the second thing you feel (after the aches across your body) are the steady drip of them falling onto your chest

"MC! Oh, I'm so glad you're awake. I'm so sorry - I'm so sorry!"

It's only a few more minutes before Julian and Mazelinka burst through the door, Julian carrying his doctor's kit and Mazelinka brandishing an honest-to-arcana pirate cutlass

Portia doesn't hide her determination to get justice for you as she carries you into Nadia's carriage to take you back to her cottage

She's holding your head and torso in her arms, helping you give Nadia a description of what happened while she presses her handkerchief to her eyes to keep her tears from dripping on you

She's the best nurse you could ask for

Whatever you can stomach, she'll cook it. If you're too hot, she's throwing open the windows and fanning you. If you're too cold, she's snuggling next to you and sharing her body heat

And if you're scared or hurting, she's cradling your face in her hands and crying all her tears for you. She develops a habit of kissing you right next to each injury every morning and night

When you're asleep, she's talking to every person she knows (which is a lot) and recruiting them to catch your attacker

By the time Nadia hears that they were found, it's almost too late to get them safely into custody

Lucio

His lips are white. All the blood has left his face, and his jaw is clenched so tightly to keep from chattering that you're worried it's going to crack

"MC? MC, are you awake? Does it hurt? What do you need?"

You notice that he's keeping his metal arm angled far, far away from you, where the metal can't bump any of your injuries, and his regular hand is fluttering all over your body like he's scared that he'll make it worse if he touches you

You quickly notice that there's several neighbors in the shop as well, and you learn that Lucio was so loud when he called for help that half the town already knows what's happened

He doesn't want to hurt you, so he guards you instead

He stays watchful at your bedside, sword resting by his hand, so that you know you're safe enough to fall asleep and heal

He'll only sleep if it's on the floor next to you, or in the same bed after you've told him multiple times that it won't hurt you

He'll happily tell you all kinds of tall tales to keep you distracted, and he practices all the patience he's developed with every friend and doctor that stops by to help instead of blowing up at them out of fear

All his anger has to go somewhere, though, so when an old connection from the heart district tells him that your attacker's been spotted, well

The only reason he doesn't kill them is because he thinks it would be too kind

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