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M6 w/ a Pregnant MC
Hello everyone! Here's another headcanon I made a while ago that I really liked. MC is gender-neutral. Hope you enjoy :)
When you first break the news to him, he goes dead silent at first. Asra stares blankly at you for a moment and you’re a bit nervous that maybe he’s upset. But you know he’s beside himself with joy when he breaks out into a bright smile and presses kiss after kiss to your lips. Asra can’t wait to be a parent and he’s even more excited to be sharing this new adventure with you!
Very doting. Does not leave to go on trips at all and hardly leaves your side. He can’t wait to go on family adventures now! It’s not just going to be Asra on the road by himself, or just you and him. It’ll be his little family, off on journeys galore! He’s already making plans. His parents are also ecstatic to be grandparents and can’t wait to babysit. They’re over a lot, helping you out.
Sets to work at extending part of the shop to include a nursery. Lots of purples and blues and calming colors. The room is tranquil, serene. He’s hidden some magical spells around that do a variety of things when you interact with them (blow bubbles, glowing swirls that light up when you touch them, etc…). Knits blankets and hats and booties for your baby (and they are all so very cute and cozy!).
Will (gently) pat your belly like it’s a bongo drum. Is convinced that when your baby kicks, it’s them playing music back. Likes to muse aloud about what kinds of magic your baby might be interested in. Wonders if they’ll take after you or more after him. But he also acknowledges that if magic isn’t really their thing, that’s okay too. He’s just so excited to see what kind of person they’re going to be.
Magical remedies for all your aches and pains. When it comes time for you to actually have the baby, he stays calm. Sure, he’s freaking out on the inside, but he’s not going to show it. When he finally gets to hold your baby in his arms, quiet tears of joy trickle down his cheeks. He looks at the both of you like you are the most magical, mystical things in the world. He makes sure you know how lucky he feels 💜
Your plan to have a baby has been in the works for some time now, so Nadia isn’t surprised when you announce that you think you’re finally pregnant. She is utterly ecstatic, gently kissing your temple and pulling you in close. But she’s also extremely nervous and you can tell by the way her hands tremble when she holds yours after your announcement. She isn’t the best with children but you assure her that she’s going to be an amazing parent.
Whatever you need, Nadia will provide. You will get the absolute best healthcare. Any craving you have will be satisfied. You can rest assured that Nadia is going to get you whatever you need, whenever you need it! Your comfort and the health of the baby comes first and foremost to her. She’ll delegate a lot of her work to others during this time (and tries to get ahead on some things, for once the baby is born and chaos inevitably ensues). She wants to spend as much time with you as she can.
You and Nadia design the nursery in the palace together. Lots of creams and golds. Some purple thrown in here and there. It’s very soft and elegant, with lots of sunlight pouring in through the windows. Nadia also has some pretty amazing outfits tailored for your little one, once the time comes.
Enjoys reading to your baby. If you’re sitting with her while she’s working, Nadia might place her hand on your belly just to feel the baby kick. She might jokingly ask your baby bump for advice on some problem she’s having with Vesuvia’s infrastructure or some other political issue. Usually she asks yes or no questions and has jokingly taken one kick to mean, “yes,” and no kicks to mean, “no.” She finds it rather hysterical.
When the time comes for the baby to arrive, she is cool as a cucumber. There’s no hint of any panic or worry. She knows you’re going to do amazing. Holds your hand and gives you the absolute best pep talks of your life. When she gets to hold your little bundle of joy for the first time, she can hardly stop smiling. Even her eyes light up. You and the baby are the most important things in the whole world to her, and she makes sure you are well aware of that 💜
Edit: Someone pointed out to me that Nadia would probably return to her hobby of tinkering and create beautiful toys for the baby!
You and Julian have been trying for a while, but it still comes as an absolute shock to him when you break the news. He is positively over the moon, scooping you up into his arms and twirling you around. And then it hits him that he’s going to be a father and he’s suddenly an absolute nervous wreck. He’s worried he’s going to be a terrible parent, but you reassure him he’s going to be just fine. He’s pretty good with kids, anyway.
When the initial shock dies down, Julian settles into his role rather well. Dotes on you constantly. Honestly, it can probably be a bit much sometimes (but he’ll back off a little if you tell him). Is 100% prepared for all your possible symptoms. Has all the remedies and knows exactly what to do. An absolute worrywart when it comes to your health and the baby’s.
You are mostly in charge of the nursery design, but Julian tries his best to help. The two of you decide to design it after a pirate ship, complete with a mural of the sea and a cradle that sort of looks like a mini ship. Julian is mostly in charge of acquiring any furniture and building anything that needs to be built, and he happily obliges.
Will sing to your baby and tell them ridiculous stories. Pretends your baby is telling him jokes (or talking about you, lol). He can’t really act out anything for them yet, of course, but he’ll do all the silly voices. Tells them how much he can’t wait to meet them and take them on all kinds of adventures. He gets pretty emotional during the whole process and loves to tell you (and the baby) how he never would’ve expected his life to go this way. But he’s delighted that it has. Will also play the vielle for the baby (mostly soothing lullabies, but sometimes he’ll play something more jaunty).
Surprisingly very calm when the time comes to deliver, but is internally freaking out (this isn’t the first baby he’s delivered, but it is his first baby). Definitely has another physician come in to help deliver your baby, just in case. When he holds your baby for the first time, he’s practically weeping. Julian doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this kind of joy and happiness, but he’s just so grateful. He makes sure you know how proud of you he is and how utterly in love he is with the two of you 💜
When you break the news to Portia, she is beside herself with excitement! Absolutely cannot wait to be a parent. Immediately begins the planning process for the nursery, the adventures, and so on. You laugh about how ahead of herself she’s getting, but it’s sweet to see her so enthusiastic.
Cooks you all the food you ever want. Believes 100% in listening to your cravings. She claims that if you listen to your cravings, the baby will want for nothing in their life (“It’s something my grandma’s once told me,” she explains with a wink). And who are you to argue with that? Especially with Portia being such an amazing cook, haha.
You design the nursery together. Portia has a whole mural in mind and sets to work right away on designing it. Her painting is positively gorgeous. It’s all the places in the world that the two of you have traveled to and all the places she wants to take your little family, once the baby is born. It’s filled with nostalgia and lovely memories.
Gets you plenty of fresh air and sunlight. She insists that you sit on the porch while she gardens and enjoy a nice cold drink and the lovely breeze. At night, when you’re snuggled up beside one another, she loves to tell your baby spooky (but not too spooky) stories and describe all the adventures she can’t wait to take them on once they’re born!
Definitely panics a bit when the time comes for you to deliver the baby. She’s running around, trying to gather everything you might need (and things you might not need, but might want). Squeezes your hand so tight, you have to ask her to back off a little, haha (she apologizes profusely). Beaming so proudly the first time she gets to hold the baby. It’s love at first sight. She makes sure you know how utterly amazing she thinks the two of you are, and how blessed she feels to have you two 💜
Muriel’s excitement is quiet when you break the news to him, but you know he’s beside himself with joy when you see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. When he draws you in to hold you close, you can hear the frantic thrumming of his heart and that’s when you realize how anxious he is. But you know Muriel will make an amazing parent, something you’re sure to tell him.
An excellent caretaker. He’ll cook you delicious, hearty food to ensure you and the baby get all the nutrients you need. Takes you on lots of cute dates and picnics. He feels that connecting with nature is a really amazing way to feel good during your pregnancy, especially if you’re having a difficult time at all. Very attune to your aches and pains and does what he can to help you. Massages, warm baths, you name it!
The nursery the two of you design is filled with light and looks like a little forest. The mural you paint has all kinds of trees and flowers, and there’s clouds and a night sky on the ceiling. There’s stuffed animals everywhere (one of Inanna even!) and Muriel carves little statues to adorn the room.
Pauses a lot during the day to put his hand on your belly to just process that ohmygoodness, he’s going to be a father. In utter awe every time your baby kicks. He tears up the first time it happens. Loves to read to your baby. His voice is so soothing when he reads aloud, it could put you to sleep, too! You notice if your baby is pretty active, they quiet down as soon as Muriel starts to read to them.
Very calm during the birthing process. Holds your hand and whispers reassurances and praise. His presence alone is soothing enough to make the whole ordeal easier than you thought it was going to be. Your baby is so very small in his arms the first time he gets to hold them. He looks down at them with absolute wonder and awe, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. He breaks out into a soft smile and you know he’s smitten already. He makes sure you’re aware of how very fortunate he feels to have the two of you in his life 💜
It breaks Lucio’s brain a little when you first hit him with the news. You can practically hear the dial-up tone playing in his head. And then all of a sudden, he’s lifting you up into his arms and twirling you around. He’s so utterly excited! He starts rambling about how amazing the baby is going to be and how lucky they are to have such incredible parents like the two of you. But deep down, you know he’s really nervous that he’s not going to be a good father. The two of you will have plenty of emotional discussions about this over the course of your pregnancy (and into your child’s life, I’m sure).
Talk about doting. This man gets you everything you want and more! All your cravings, no matter how weird they are, are satisfied (don’t blame him if he doesn’t want to eat them with you though, haha). You have the finest doctors in all the land. He buys you all kinds of fabulous pregnancy outfits that are both comfortable and fashionable (extra emphasis on fashionable).
Please do not let him design the nursery (unless you want it to look like red, gold, leopard print, and god knows what else threw up all over the room, lol). You find a compromise. There’s still plenty of gold and the room is designed rather luxuriously, but it doesn’t have all of Lucio’s signature touches.
All the belly kisses. He is so in love and hasn’t even met your baby yet. Also plays your belly like a bongo drum (but is significantly more irritating about it than Asra, lol). Chatters endlessly to your baby. Will have full on conversations with your baby bump, absent-mindedly sometimes. He can’t wait to teach your baby to fight once they’re born (but you have to remind him to wait a few years for that). He is also ecstatic to be able to spoil your baby absolutely rotten (but he promises not too rotten).
Has a meltdown when it’s time for you to deliver. Is all over the place. You are definitely calmer than he is. It’s a miracle he doesn’t pass out, but he manages to pull himself together a little. Lucio is rendered speechless the first time he holds your baby. His silver eyes are wide with astonishment. And then he breaks down into tears and promises over and over to your baby that he’s going to be the absolute best father he can be. He makes sure you’re aware that he’s going to work damn hard for the two of you 💜
#the arcana#asra alnazar#nadia satrinava#julian devorak#portia devorak#muriel of the kokhuri#lucio morgasson#count lucio#asra x mc#nadia x mc#julian x mc#portia x mc#muriel x mc#lucio x mc#dani headcanons#arcana headcanons#fluff#gender neutral apprentice
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Look At Me
Tags: Asra x Apprentice!Reader, Oneshot, Fluff, Gn!Reader, Caught Staring
Warnings: Like One Mildly Suggestive Thought
Asra is your mentor who you have had a crush on for a long time. If you can help it, you always steal glances at him. Little did you know, he’s aware of your little habit.
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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [22/04/23] ❞
You tidied up the shop as usual, making your way around the modest room you were stationed in, wiping down all the dusty surfaces. After you finished cleaning the main area, you passed through a door to the backroom, where Asra was. You tried not to interrupt him while he was carrying out a tarot reading, so you made your rounds with as little disturbance as possible.
However, you became distinctly cognizant of Asra's presence when, while attempting to wash down a shelf, you recognized the telltale signs of a blush creeping up on the apples of your cheeks. As embarrassing as it was, you've grown an enormous crush on your mentor in recent months.
Asra didn't turn around once when deciphering the reading, which gave you the perfect opportunity to steal glances at him while scrubbing. You thought he was cute, with his fluffy, silvery locks that you desperately wanted to card your fingers through, the way his face scrunched up in concentration, or his otherworldly side profile.
You hadn't paid any attention to the wiping motions of your hands as you absentmindedly pushed a glass jar of herbs off the shelf while admiring him. It collided with the wood floor, shattering the jar. As Asra turned around to locate the source of the crash, you jumped on the spot and grimaced. His gaze flitted from the glass shards to you, an eyebrow arched with amusement.
You politely apologized and encouraged him to continue, then swept up the mess and rushed out of the backroom, humiliated.
...
The bell at the door chimed, heralding the arrival of a customer. You waited for them to finish their browsing, before expertly wrapping up the protective oil they had purchased, and typed numbers into the calculator to determine how much change to give the stranger.
As you were carrying this out, Asra walked over to retrieve something from behind the counter, kneeling down to peer over the items that were on display. Your cheeks heated into an intense burn again the instant he neared you and the customer. You fumbled with their change, and cursed yourself for not being able to pull yourself together in Asra's presence.
Fortunately, he hadn't paid attention to you, so you crouched down to retrieve the fallen money and observed his kneeling form for a brief period; Asra was sorting through various crystals. For just a moment, you pictured what it would be like if he knelt before you like that, those seeking hands worshipping your thighs instead.
The deluge of improper thoughts you envisioned caused you to punch numbers into the calculator a little harder than before, the redness on your cheeks becoming increasingly apparent. You escorted the poor customer away, and Asra gazed upon you, puzzled as to why you were being so clumsy.
...
Asra was sweeping up the main entryway after a long day of work, whistling to himself. As usual, you were situated behind the counter, with an excellent front-row view of Asra. You discreetly observed him as he worked, your gaze veering up the sleeves rolled above his forearms to the open chested shirt he wore.
He'd discarded his scarf to accommodate the weather, and you silently thanked whatever higher power existed for the heat; you were gifted with Asra’s exposed chest. He stopped whistling for a brief moment as he felt your eyes burn into his back; you hurriedly turned your head to the side to avoid meeting his gaze, praying he hadn't spotted you staring at him.
Little did you know, he's become increasingly aware of how frequently you scrutinize him, and he coughed to himself as his own cheeks began to warm at the thought.
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It's the same routine every time. You're minding your job in the shop when Asra wanders in, and you turn into a bumbling fool. This routine invariably concludes with you sneaking looks at him while you pick up the pieces of your mess. You were arranging grimoires on the shelf as usual, when Asra wandered by to replenish the potions.
As you tried to steal a glimpse at him alongside you, your palm paused in place of the book spine, just barely lingering above the old fabric. Just when you believed you had gone undetected, Asra unexpectedly caught your gaze. You reverted subsequently into a flushed mess as you grasped what had just transpired.
You apologized and resumed your book arranging, hoping he wasn't offended by your behavior. Asra grumbled dissatisfiedly, trapping his palm over where yours lay on the antique book. Asra pressed you against the bookcase, essentially cornering you, and you felt your legs turn to jelly. You had the impression that he was furious with you and that this would be the moment when he finally cracked.
Asra breathed a single huff out of his nose. “I know about your habit.”
Your face fell and you stared at him in dread the instant those words left his lips. Asra's fingertips skittered beneath your chin, the contact shooting sparks over your skin and warming you from the inside.
He tipped your head up. “Look at me.”
And you did.
Asra's demeanor swiftly transformed to one of mirth, and he searched into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. “If you wanted to stare at me all day so bad, all you had to do was ask.”
Your jaw went slack. “I- No! I wasn’t staring- You...” Try and deny it as you might, you knew that was a lie, and the words died in your throat.
Asra's hand, which was resting on the spine of the grimoire, snaked around your waist. He pushed you up against the bookshelf in an effortless and relaxed manner, aligning his lips with yours. After kissing you deeply for a brief period of time, Asra withdrew his supple lips away from yours, gently chuckling, and stepped back towards his potions like that was nothing.
You remained there aghast, your reaction to what he meant by habit delayed. Realization struck you. “Oh my god, you knew I’ve been watching you?!”
Asra merely flashed his dimples at you.
#↳˳🖤;; ❝ oneshot ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:#oneshot#the arcana#the arcana game#asra#asra alnazar#asra x reader#asra x you#asra x mc#asra alnazar x reader#asra alnazar x you#asra alnazar x mc#oneshot the arcana#oneshot the arcana game#fluff#Caught staring#reader is mc#gender neutral reader#apprentice reader
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For the pairing and number thing, could I ask for #64 and #66 with a gender neutral reader for Asra from the Arcana? Just a very cute SFW fanfic would be nice 🥹. Anyways, I love your work 👉👈🥹💞
✦ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 ✦
Asra (The Arcana) x GN!Reader
Mentions: Asra (He/They) pronouns
An: Hello babes! Finally getting to some of my requests <33 thank you for your request, here's that fluffy fic for you. I don't think this is that good
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When Asra awoke to find one of his potions spilled on the floor. He knew it could only be one culprit. It wasn't Faust for sure and he highly doubts Julian broke in last night.
His eyes narrowed towards his dearest partner's room. Asra wasn't mad, but they sure did love to mess with you.
Asra stalked his way up to your shared space with him. He gently pushed open the door, his eyes scanning over your still figure on the bed.
"Darling" he gently acknowledged as he swept over to your bedside, taking a seat there. "Did you make a mess this morning?" They inquire, but you don't budge.
You actually weren't even asleep...you just couldn't face Asra with the fact you spilled something that might have been important.
"I know you're awake darling" he chuckled but you still didn't budge. Asra sighs as a fox-like smirk comes to his lips.
"Are you ticklish, love?" He whispers before his hands are at your sides. You can't contain your immediate squirm and laugh. "Asra! Asra, stop!" You shout playfully with another laugh as you push his hands away.
Asra smirks down at you "Ignoring me?" He inquires.
"I felt bad...I didn't know what to say" you sigh and frown a little. "You know, I'm not mad...right?" He spoke softly as he took your hand and kissed the back of it. "It's just a little mess, nothing worth getting upset over" he smiled reassuringly.
You felt your face heat up at his comfort before sighing. "But it was still stupid, I should have paid more attention" you groan "Maybe you should have found a partner who wasn't such an idiot".
Asra scoffed as he gave you that signature fox look. "You're all I want, darling. My other half, you should know that better than anyone" He smiled warmly. You can't help believe him.
"Now, we're going to clean up this mess and how about we make breakfast together, hm?" He smiled as he pulled you to his chest, kissing your cheek.
"Okay..." You respond with a warm smile.
"That's my darling, and then I can teach you to make that potion you spilled" he smirked.
"Of course" you groan playfully.
#fanfic writer#my writing#reader insert#the arcana#asra the arcana#asra alnazar#asra x reader#asra x apprentice#reader is gender neutral#fluff#comfort#requests open#ask response
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Hello! I saw that you’re doing arcana headcannons!!!! Could you do one for an Mc that doesn’t have a large appetite? Like they’ll take one small meal a day if that and won’t be hungry?
I hope this is good enough! Not very sure I like how it turned out 😞
Also I was struggling to make this a bulleted list as that's my preferred format but i chose not to pick that battle because I didn't want to individually click on every line of text so i apologize about that
Asra
Noticed when he was home how little you ate, so before they left on trips they made sure the kitchen was fully stocked
He hides little snacks all over the shop and the apartment upstairs for you
They leave Faust with you whenever they’re going to be out for mot if not all of the day so she can make sure you eat something, even if you’re not hungry
You know yourself better than him, so if you say you’re not really hungry he’ll believe you but he might nudge a little snack towards you just in case
You two eat together for at least one meal a day
If you haven’t eaten in six hours or more, they request your aid in the kitchen and then subtily ask you to taste test everything
They know you just have a small appetite, you’ve always been like that since before the plague so he’s not too concerned
If you don’t eat much during breakfast and you don’t eat any snacks throughout the day he’ll gently but sternly steer you towards the kitchen and insist on making you something
Julian
Bro doesn’t notice
You two eat breakfast together and chances are it’ll be all he eats until he gets home at the end of the day
While you have a small appetite, he just forgets to eat, too busy trying to help his patients
It’s only if/when he has a day or two off for one reason or another that he sees how little you eat and he gets worried
Maybe you’re sick and he was too busy to realize??
Or you’re in the process of coming down with something?
Before he even asks you about it, this man is searching through his books and journals for any and all causes of loss of appetite
That’s how you’ll find him; pacing and muttering under his breath as he runs his hand through his hair repeatedly and flips through books frantically
He didn’t realize when you caught the plague so he refuses to miss you getting sick again
You have to sit him down and explain that you’re not sick, you just typically don’t have much of an appetite but you do eat
So now on top of your shared meal you two share several snacks throughout the day, both for his comfort and yours
He gets to make sure youre eating and you get to make sure hes eating
Win/win
Nadia
Also didn’t really notice
She’s a very busy countess, lunch and dinner are typically special events so you two eat breakfast together and that’s it
Her day is usually packed full of meetings
Portia would be the one to tell her you hardly eat and she gets worried it’s because you don’t like the food and you’re too scared to tell her
Or maybe you have an allergy she hasn’t been notified about
Genuinely nervous that you’re too scared to communicate something or it’s a medical issue or something
Clears her schedule for a day and sits down with you to have a long talk about your needs and preferences and comfort levels to avoid the same situation later down the line
You both leave that talk with a stronger understanding of each other and it does improve your relationship
She’s incredilby relieved at your explanation
Muriel
He notices immediately, as soon as you start the trip south
So does Morga
He doesn’t address it or anything, but Morga definitely does
She’s pretty annoyed because it’s a grueling trip and you need as much energy as you can get if you expect to not only keep up with her but also learn to fight
Once you and Muriel start living together he gets worried
It’s not as though you don’t have enough to eat, you do
You both make sure of it
If nothing else there’s eggs the chickens so kindly donate
You just eat a meal and that’s it for the day
He grew uo never having enough to eat, never knowing when his next meal would be so food is very important to him
Whenever he cooks, he makes you small portion and you two eat together; even if you’re not hungry, for his own peace of mind
Also when you start experimenting with food to find what he does and doesn’t like, he makes sure you try the food with him too
He feels more at ease knowing you’re well-fed/full
Inanna stares at you in disappointment until you finish eating and she’s sure you’re full
Shes like a stern mom
Portia
Notices the second quickest
She doesn’t think much of it but starts making you more food in hopes of encouraginy you to eat more
Gets worried when it doesn’t work
Almost immediately sits you down to ask what that’s about
Is relieved when you explain that it’s not because you don’t like her cooking and you’re not sick
Appreciates your honesty
Still tries to get you to eat a little more though
Youre a powerful magician! You need a lot of energy to perform all those big spells!
She has Pepi deliver you snacks sometimes
Makes sure to eat lunch with you if she can, but you two typically eat breakfast together and if dinner isn’t a special event then you eeat together then too
Lucio
He’s surprisingly observant so he notices practically as soon as you bind his soul to you
Especially since for three years, he wanted to eat so badly
Little bit irritated that you have the ability and you don’t take full advantage of it
Once the whole mess with The Devil is over and you’re journeymen, he gets worried
You need the energy to travel, and the jobs you pick up
At first he thinks it’s because you just don’t have a lot to eat so he and the dogs start hunting more, because the dogs love you too
You have to explain to him that it’s just that you don’t have much of an appetite
He accepts your explanation but still picks up some snacks here and there from whatever village or town you stop at/go through
Bugs you sometimes to eat a little bit more if you’re going to pick up a bigger/more difficult job
#the arcana headcanons#the arcana hc#the arcana apprentice#asra alnazar#julian devorak#nadia satrinava#muriel of the kokhuri#portia devorak#lucio morgasson#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral reader
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TRR Will Treaty board VOLUME FOUR
#I cant believe this is the fourth version of this meme!!! I draw this man so much!! holy shit#I've drawn him more than I show here I just pick my favourite drawings each time#art tip: find a guy (/gender neutral) to obsess over and go wild. watch yourself improve faster than you've ever seen#will treaty#rangers apprentice#the royal ranger
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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*
#the arcana#asra#asra alnazar#asra headcanons#asra the arcana#asra x mc#asra x reader#the arcana game#asra the magician#gender neutral reader#comfort fic#comfort#asra fluff#comfort headcanons#fluff headcanons#asra x apprentice#asra x oc#julian devorak#nadia satrivana#portia devorak#muriel#lucio morgasson
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Journey Home to You
Julian Devorak x (Gender-Neutral) Reader
Summary: Takes place after the events of the love letter from Julian sold by Nix Hydra. Basically, the apprentice has been away from Vesuvia for a bit and they and Julian have been constantly sending letters back and forth while they're separated. Finally, the apprentice is coming back home.
Warnings: None!
Author's Note: I do hope you enjoy reading this! Truthfully, this is shorter than what I typically write, though I did write this probably close to a year or two ago now. I usually tend to write a lot, so do expect longer things in the future.
Feel free to request prompts for me to write! I am most comfortable writing Julian and Lucio since those are the two routes I have completed, but I would be happy to try to write for anyone! Just no NSFW requests please :)
Also available on AO3!
"I'll be at the docks, watching for the sails of the ship carrying you back home. Back to me."
Y/N read those words over and over, a smile on their face. They read through each one of the letters they received, and there were quite a few. One or two were from Asra or Portia, even one from Mazelinka, while the vast majority were from the same person. The one person that was always in Y/N's thoughts already. Julian Devorak. Even just thinking of him was enough to bring a smile to Y/N's face. And now here they were, finally on that ship, sailing back to Vesuvia. Just before they had set sail, they had been able to write a letter, letting Julian know they were finally on their way home.
"We're almost to port!"
Y/N looked up from the letters in their hands when they heard that shout from above deck. Quickly folding up the letters and putting them away in their satchel, they went up the stairs so that they were now on deck. They went to the bow edge of the ship, leaning their hands on the railing so that they could lean forward some, their eyes lighting up when they saw the familiar docks. Not only the docks, but who they saw on them.
Asra was there, with Portia and Mazelinka by his side, Portia waving like mad when she seemed to spot Y/N on the ship. And there, on the very edge, leaning so far forward he could easily fall into the water, was Julian. One hand was on his chest while the other held on to the post at the end of the docks, and the expression on his face was one of such strong adoration when he saw the one he'd been waiting to see for so long.
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as they broke into the biggest grin they could muster, one hand coming up to wipe away some tears. They were finally home.
It felt like too long had passed before they were finally stepping off the ship, but as soon as Y/N was standing on the docks, Portia ran forward to give them a hug. Then Mazelinka stepped forward, her hand resting on Y/N's shoulder. "It's good to see you again, Y/N," she said sweetly, Y/N happily hugging her. "It's good to see you too." Then it was Asra's turn. He hugged Y/N tightly, Faust slithering out from their sleeve to wrap herself around Y/N's arm, showing she missed them as well. Once Asra stepped away, Faust wrapping herself around his shoulders, Y/N finally turned to face Julian.
Neither of them moved for a moment, they were just smiling as they looked at each other, taking in each other's presence after so long apart. Then, Julian came forward, wrapping his arms around Y/N, picking them up, and spinning them in a circle. He kissed all over their face repeatedly, Y/N laughing happily as their arms came around Julian's shoulders. They then buried their face in the crook of Julian's neck, just breathing him in and reveling in him. Julian did the same, slowly setting Y/N down as his face buried in the crook of their neck. After what felt like years, Julian sighed happily before gently whispering, "I've missed you so much, darling." Y/N pulled their head back just enough so that they could kiss Julian's cheek, "I've missed you too."
#julian devorak x reader#julian devorak x apprentice#julian devorak#the arcana#the arcana x reader#gender neutral reader#julian devorak x you#julian devorak x mc#the arcana one shot#the arcana fic#the arcana fanfic#fanfic
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Dr. Strange’s apprentice.
marvel Stephen Strange + gender neutral apprentice reader
this post should read as reader being gender neutral and of a teen age, please message me if it doesn’t and I will make necessary amends!
author’s note: I tried this idea out after seeing Spider-Man: No Way Home and then didn’t like it so I forgot about it, but seeing Multiverse of Madness kind of made me think about it again... so here it is. I’d recommend that you have watched both films (and definitely Avengers: Endgame!) just to be sure nothing is spoiled at all.
summary: Stephen Strange does NOT like having an apprentice. you are said apprentice. need I say more?
warnings: none really <3
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Strange wasn’t exactly... thrilled to have you as an apprentice to begin with... but it was Wong’s orders
and Wong’s words were final. you both knew that.
Strange made it very clear when you first started learning things from him that this wasn’t going to last long if he had a say in it, and it did seem to be going that way... for a long time
each tiny mistake or accidental slip up was enough for Strange to go running to Wong and demand that you be removed from him, but Wong refused every single time without fail
it stayed this way for a long time, you even went to Wong yourself one night to ask if he would separate you and Strange, because you knew you were making his life hard
then, in an odd twist of events, you saved Strange’s life, risking your own in the process
and he finally realised that you were just a scared kid who had powers they didn’t understand
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you’d saved Strange’s life when he was fighting an unknown creature, it had somehow made its way to earth, and was attacking New York
you’d been told to stay away, but you saw that Wong was tied up fighting the creature and then Strange was being lifted off of the concrete–
Wong tried to stop you, calling out your name, but you were already running towards the creature in a blind panic
you might not care much for Strange on the surface, but he had taught you some valuable lessons and shown you things you’d never seen before, so you felt inclined to try and help
your powers were seriously out of control at the best of times, but somehow you concentrated it enough that you scared the creature off with a few well aimed blasts
you also angered it, so once it had retreated, it started coming back
and it was looking directly at you.
it nearly had you, and if you hadn’t managed to slide underneath it and then take cover under a car... no one wanted to think about the consequences, not even Strange
Strange had then quickly opened up the mirror dimension, Wong grabbed and pushed you (rather ungracefully) through a portal to safety in the New York sanctum, and there you waited for their safe return
the lecture you’d received was a long and boring one from Wong, but Strange only had good things to say when it was all over with
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there were many reasons for you becoming Strange’s apprentice, one being that you were practically a loose cannon
you held immense power, for what reason no one knew, but you were on earth and that meant you were under the protection of the Masters of the Mystic Arts
they kept you well hidden from the governments of earth, and if they ever came knocking, they soon forgot why
in terms of your powers before meeting Strange and Wong, you had been reckless and not aware of the potential consequences, and after meeting them you were scared of your powers and held them back
you had been perfectly happy to be savagely fighting Thanos and his army, retrieving the Infinity Stones and being on a large battlefield surrounded by enemies, but now you realised that you needed to gain some control
your powers were wild by nature it seemed, and you didn’t exactly want to control them, because that meant you did less damage in battle
less damage when fighting meant that you appeared weaker, that was how you saw it
no one was more against becoming an apprentice than you, after seeing Tony’s sacrifice and knowing that Nat would never come back, you just didn’t want to be controlled like that
but, Wong had strongly insisted after seeing your potential on the battlefield against Thanos and his army, and eventually you realised that you needed some guidance
to be honest, neither you or Strange had completely agreed to the whole thing, Wong just kind of pushed you together hoping for the best.
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most days, Strange had you studying some ancient book or cataloguing the library, again
a lot of the time, you felt like a glorified housekeeper.
you had a long list of chores to complete each day before anything else could even be considered in terms of training
Strange insisted that doing several chores at once meant you learned better focus and coordination, you just saw it as child labour
on the rare occasion that Strange trusted you to partake in something practical and physical, it often went entirely wrong :(
neither of you quite fully got over the ‘teapot incident’ now that you think about it…
the teapot incident was widely known but rarely spoken about.
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after some months, you were permitted to start using your magic around the New York Sanctum
BUT only in small amounts, per Wong’s strict set of instructions
your magic was not the same as Strange’s… no one quite understood what it was, so he was trying to discipline you into controlling it
and it was proving useful, although some days were much harder than others
a prime example being the day that you woke up and chose violence, purely because of your mood, and ended up getting into quite the argument with Strange over a recent practical experiment that ended badly
the infamous argument saw the New York sanctum empty of sorcerers in mere minutes
it was characterised by a lot of broken furniture and hoarse shouting and loud swearing
whenever you thought you’d said enough, another thing popped into your head and you started shouting again
“AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE, STRANGE?” became an overused phrase that day
Strange had just argued back, lowkey throwing insults around too, which only angered you more
Wong had just returned from a mission overseas when the argument began
and when he opened the portal and saw the state of the place, he stepped back through and said to himself
“I’ll come back later.”
Strange was the one to stop arguing first, much to your surprise, and he locked himself in his room to let you calm down
and stop himself from going “AND ANOTHER THING–”
but peace was finally made when Strange ordered a lot of pizza
like a lot
you made your apologies whilst watching cheesy chick flicks, and Strange promised to try harder with his patience and understanding your position as a scared teeanger with immense power at their fingertips
you felt like the good days were very good, when they came around
you loved them like nothing else, and on those days, Strange looked at you as if he was… proud, almost.
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in the present day, you’ve discovered that your powers may be able to access something Strange has been fixated on for a long time
he likes to call it the ‘multiverse’, but you think it’s a big lie
you were debating this late one night with Strange as you let cheesy chick flicks play in the background, and Strange told you to try and access the multiverse
when you stubbornly refused, he hit you with:
“oh come on, if you say it can’t possibly exist, then you won’t be able to reach it, will you? so there’s no reason why you can’t try.”
he had you there, either you tried to access it and prove him wrong by finding nothing, or you accept that it existed and did nothing
you couldn’t stand to see him sat there all smug, so you got up from the stiff antique sofa, determined to prove him totally wrong
you had moderate control over your powers now, sometimes using large amounts tired you out and that’s when things would go wrong
but you weren’t going to need much to prove Strange wrong.
you closed your eyes, searching through the earth, finding nothing, and you were about to turn to Steven in triumph when you saw it
another you.
you were watching yourself in an entirely different universe and you had no idea how. you opened your eyes, heart hammering in your chest, sweat on your face, and looked at Strange with wide eyes.
“are there other versions of us in the multiverse?” you asked, weakly.
Strange sat up, hooked on your words
“yes, there would be, in theory. why?” he asked, as you looked around the room as if you’d just seen a ghost of a famous celebrity
“I think... I just saw me, but different.” you swallowed to control your breathing before closing your eyes again and holding out your hands to try and feel for anything unusual
there, it felt like... a bump beneath wallpaper, a splinter in a plank of wood, a loose tooth...
you grabbed onto it, and spontaneously opened up what could only be described as a portal to several other universes that neither of you recognised, or knew what to do with
Strange shot out of his seat, pulling you away from the portal you had opened, before starting to get closer himself
an almighty screech from one of the universes that made the entire sanctum tremble scared you, and with one hasty flick of your hand the portal closed,
like it was never there
Strange turned to look at you, an unreadable look on his pale face
“I am not doing that again.” you whispered.
“oh, you’re doing that again kid.”
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after the ‘multiverse portal incident’, which you had both kept deathly quiet and top secret, Strange started training you differently
he was teaching you aggressive tactics, he started emphasising speed and power rather than taking it slow and steady by studying the opponent first
when you finally questioned him, he vehemently denied that the portal incident had anything to do with the sudden change in training
but you knew better than that.
you spoke to Wong one night, against your better judgement, and let him in on what you’d pulled off randomly one night
in truth, since opening that multiverse portal, you hadn’t been able to pull it off again
you’d tried, in secret, late at night when Strange and Wong were out of the sanctum
but there was nothing. you couldn’t even see that other version of yourself anymore
you hoped they weren’t hurt, or worse
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Wong then suddenly removed you from Strange, denying you any communication with him until it was deemed ‘safe’
“what on earth do you mean ‘safe’? is he in danger?” you asked, desperately trying to understand what Wong’s motivations were
“something... unexplained has been going on recently, and until I can rule out the multiverse as a cause, you will stay here. you are not to reach out to Strange under any circumstances, am I being fully understood?” Wong was deadly serious, and you found yourself agreeing silently
you were confined to Kamar-Taj from that day onwards, and you regretted ever telling Wong of that night, because you found that being ripped apart from Stephen had hurt more than you expected it to.
each night you tried desperately to make a portal to Strange, but Wong had you in a room that seemed to heavily dampen your magic
there were always guards outside of your door, listening, too
you felt like a prisoner, even though you knew that wasn’t what Wong intended to do
eventually, you gave up on trying to reach Strange, and he wasn’t exactly making much of an effort to reach you
that made you sad, really sad, and you started spending more and more time in bed than around Kamar-Taj with your personal guards getting fresh air
Wong didn’t even notice your absence, only your guards did, but they weren’t allowed inside of your room unless you were in imminent danger so they couldn’t help
until Wong let you speak to Strange again, you didn’t know what else you were waiting for
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days seemed to melt into one big thing, you struggled to find motivation or interest in anything the longer it went on, like a broken record. you found yourself reminiscing your precious time with Stephen, your mentor, your only true friend in this world. if only you hadn’t opened that stupid multiverse portal... if there was a way to undo that night, you would, in a heartbeat, reverse it all. you’d simply let Stephen be right and refuse to even entertain the idea of accessing the theoretical multiverse. you closed your eyes, and felt sleep approaching, when the sky darkened outside.
curious at something actually happening at Kamar-Taj for once, you watched the windows with drooping eyes. you didn’t make the move to get out of bed though, that was too much right now. you felt a strange energy filling the grounds of Kamar-Taj, something you had encountered once before but not for a long time. now you were feeling something.
you walked over to the windows, pressing your face right up against the wood, and saw the Scarlet Witch.
she must’ve seen you too, because her head tilted ever so slightly in your direction, before you backed away from the window and fell onto the bed. why was she here? no one had heard from her since... Westview, was it? you couldn’t really recall, you didn’t know her well enough, but Wong and Strange might know her. there had to be a reasonable explanation to her being here.
you found your bedroom door unlocked, thankfully, but your personal guards were nowhere to be seen. that wasn’t right, they were normally here all the time, day and night, like a pesky fly in summertime. you had only just made it down the hallway when the sounds of battle from outside reached your ears, and you froze. the Scarlet Witch was attacking Kamar-Taj, and you had absolutely no idea what to do about it without Strange here.
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#messyyythoughts#stephen strange#doctor strange#doctor stephen strange#dr strange#multiverse of madness#marvel#marvel dr strange#benedict wong#wong#benedict cumberbatch#headcanon#marvel headcanons#strange's apprentice#apprentice#gender neutral reader#apprentice!reader
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Let's pretend the afterlives can overlap between my universe and the universe of @burning-thistles-bt
Also I apologize if this isn't entirely in character, but it's been on my mind
Copperleaf: So... if you're me, in a sense, but stayed in ThunderClan, what did you get up to? Anything interesting?
Dawnfoot: Not much, really. Nothing even close to your rebellion. I really only had kits with Cinderpelt-
Copperleaf, alarmed: What?!
Dawnfoot: Wait not like that! She asked me to sire a litter for her is all! I swear, I don't even like mollies like that, and I definitely don't do romance. Actually, it's pretty common for young warriors to ask someone to sire kits for them, for a number of reasons.
Copperleaf: So... she approached you? You swear you didn't take advantage of her?
Dawnfoot: Yeah. This was all her choice, and I was someone she trusted. I also wasn't her only option, just the one who agreed. And this was before she became a seer, too. She got to stay a warrior for longer.
Copperleaf, relieved: Oh, thank StarClan. For a moment I was afraid you were like him. (Referring to Finchflight mostly)
Dawnfoot: Stars, no! My half-siblings had it a lot worse, but all of us got compared to him, and we were all determined not to be like that. (Referring to Thistleclaw) To the point where my half-sister chose to become a seer like my mother. She loved healing at least.
Copperleaf: Do you know anything about your Dawncloud?
Dawnfoot: Not really... she was one of Brokentail's "mates" I think? He had a lot of them... I think his last one was barely apprentice-aged.
Copperleaf: ...
#ask me to tag#crossover shenanigans#not sure how in character Copperleaf is here but I've been wanting him to react to Dawnfoot's litter with Cinderpelt#keep in mind dawn and cinder were both adults at the time#this happened around the time of early a dangerous path#cinder was a young warrior but she was of age#also note Dawncloud is older in this universe compared to bt#she was at least an adult when Brokenstar did his shit#the barely apprentice aged mate is Darkflower#and yes older toms siring litters for younger mollies is a common this in my universe#litters are typically raised without the sire's involvement#at most they might be like an uncle figure#this also applies in gender neutral terms and such as well it's just not as common
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Intimate, Part 2- Asra x GN!Reader
Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)
Fandom: The Arcana
Relationships: Asra x Gender-Neutral Reader
Summary: Training with Asra is always a magical delight.
Author’s Notes: Hey all! This is a six part series, one story for each of the M6. Just a selection of sensual moments with the M6. I have the whole fic up on my AO3, but I figured I’d post it here, too :) You can also find Julian, Nadia, Muriel, Portia, and Lucio. Enjoy!
Incense smoke lingers in the air, trails of wispy jasmine floating ethereally through the room. Amber candlelight flickers in every corner, illuminating your private sanctuary in a warm, comfortable glow. Your feet pad softly across the cushion-laden ground as you make your way towards Asra, who has seated himself in the center of the room. He looks entirely at peace, legs folded underneath him, hands resting on his knees, and eyes closed in silent contemplation. He peeks out at you beneath pale lashes as your quiet footsteps reach his ears, a sly smile raising the corners of his lips.
“What’s all this?” you question, voice barely above a whisper. For some reason, this space he’s created in your bedroom feels sacred, a temple to whatever it is your enchanting magician has in mind for the evening. Asra makes a sweeping gesture for you to take a seat before him on a plush, indigo pillow. You oblige his wordless request, sinking into the cushion, grateful to finally be off of your feet. You’d spent most of the day running around the market, picking up more supplies for the shop.
“Welcome home,” Asra greets, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours, “I thought we could practice something special tonight.”
“Oh? What’s that?” you question, raising an eyebrow. You’re still relearning a lot of the magic your memory has lost. Most times, after you close up shop, you and Asra take some time to practice a few spells. You’ve gotten the hang of the basics again and have been moving on to more difficult, time consuming things. Asra seems confident that you’ll be back to your original skill level in no time. Plus, since the two of you are officially together now, training has been a wonderful bonding experience, much to your unending joy.
Asra takes your hands in his, smoothing his thumbs over the backs. His deep purple eyes sparkle in the dim light of the room as they dart up to meet your gaze. There’s always a mischievous glint in them, but more so today than others.
“What are you up to?” you question, unable to help the giggle that bubbles up in your throat. He laughs in tandem, scooting himself closer.
“I thought,” he begins slowly, voice sensual and low, “I thought we could do something a little different today.”
His face is mere centimeters from yours, breath fanning across your lips, sending delightful shivers along the length of your body. He gazes at you under hooded eyelids, tempting you into closing the short distance between you. Asra breaks into a wide grin at the way your breath hitches in your throat when you finally find the voice to respond.
“Do tell,” you manage to say, trembling with anticipation. He’s in a mood, one your body can’t help but respond to. Your heart races excitedly behind your ribcage, air caught in your lungs in suspense. The space around the two of you feels electric, a thrum of invisible static fizzling between you.
“I think you’re ready to try sharing power. If that’s something you’d like to do?” he offers, always one to ensure that you are onboard with his ideas. It’s never his goal to push you into something you’re not ready to do. However, you know you’re ready for this, though you’re not entirely sure what it might entail in this particular environment. Sharing power is something he’s mentioned before, something you’ve actually done before. But you’ve alway been curious about how it might work in a more intimate setting.
“Sharing power doesn’t always have to involve physical intimacy, as you know,” Asra explains, “But I thought this might be a good way to explore this avenue in a more controlled setting. If that’s something you want, of course.”
“I want to. And I’m ready,” you confirm, shifting eagerly in your spot. Asra merely smiles, once again pressing his lips to yours. This time, however, his kiss is deep, hungry. There’s an urgency to it that his earlier greeting hadn’t conveyed. You return this with equal fervor, slipping your hands out of his and cupping his face. His warm palms come to rest underneath your ears, thumbs caressing your cheek bones as his lips work feverishly against yours.
“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, don’t be afraid to tell me,” he adds breathlessly, pulling back just long enough for you to nod in understanding. You’re too desperate to return to exploring his mouth to respond with words, letting Asra swallow your next breath. Your tongue traces his parted lips, seeking entrance into the familiar warmth of his mouth. You glide across the ridges of his teeth, enjoying the subtle, lingering taste of peppermint tea and honey.
Asra’s fingers start to slowly slip your loose shirt down your shoulders. Cool air hits your skin, but your beloved magician is swift to rectify this. You sense the muted vibrations of Asra’s magic emanating from his palms, warming you as he tenderly removes your garments. You fumble a bit with his outfit, but he’s gracious enough to help you out. When the two of you are finally free of your restrictive clothing, Asra pulls you into his lap, barely breaking contact with your mouth. The lavender-white aura of his power blooms from him, gently coaxing out your own powers. You feel your magic build within you, bursting softly from your palms first before cloaking you in its cozy heat.
All the while, you find your fingers tangling up in Asra’s snowy hair, tugging gently at the curling strands at the base of his neck. His hands ghost along your body, leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation as they traverse your curves and dips. Your hips grind against his, his growing arousal brushing against you with each rock of your body. He inhales sharply, pulling back to catch his breath before gazing longingly up into your eyes.
“You’re doing great,” he praises with an encouraging beam, nuzzling your cheek as you dip to pepper kisses along his neck. He grips the tender flesh of your hips, a pleasured sigh falling from his lips as you suckle the sensitive spot just above his clavicle. You feel his energy pulsing through you, mixing and merging with your own. At first, it’s a bit overwhelming, the sensation of your combined magic discombobulating. But you swiftly adjust, feeling out what’s yours and what’s his, before allowing the feeling of Asra’s power to unite with yours. The aura that surrounds you two bursts in a halo of multi-colored light, fills you with a bliss almost indescribable.
Asra guides you to the pile of cushions beneath, laying you on your side and opting to be the big spoon. He presses his body close to yours, chest flush with your back, fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces. He busies himself with your ear lobe, nipping tenderly while his graceful fingers find the hardened bud of your nipples. Your breathy gasps fill the room, Asra’s masterful ministrations building heat in your core. The swirling magic that surrounds you mimics the sensations within you and, you suspect, within your beloved. Butterflies made of twinkling starlight dance in the air above you before bursting like fireworks and raining down in sparks around the room. Rushing threads of water, illuminated and clear, hover close by. When you reach out to grasp at one, your fingertips brush the edge and cause it to separate into a thousand suspended bubbles that shimmer a brilliant blue.
This is your combined power, dazzling and calm. You marvel at this rapture, this feeling of Asra’s spirit within you and yours within him. Your hips rock impatiently against his, desperate to be unioned with him not only in soul, but in body as well. Asra understands without a single word being spoken. Slowly, he slips himself inside you, a soft sigh falling from his lips. A moan escapes yours, both in relief and in pleasure. Your beloved begins his rhythmic pumping, gripping your hand in his and intertwining his fingers with yours.
Long have the candles been extinguished, by some force of the aura that pours out from your united forms. The sacred space is instead filled with the glow of your incantations. You can hardly take your eyes off of the eddies of mist and water that hang above and around you. But Asra’s quickening pace forces your eyelids shut in absolute ecstasy. You angle your head, searching yearningly for his lips. The taut coil within you grows tighter with each passing moment, your body trembling with your imminent release. In your desperate search, you find Asra’s soft lips and capture them, muffling one of his sultry moans.
Asra’s undoing is near, his pace becoming erratic and breathing shaky. You’re close behind. As Asra releases into you, the warmth of his arousal filling you, you feel the coil inside you break. The electric thrum that fills you bursts, a euphoric supernova radiating through your abdomen. Asra calls out your name, an incantation all its own. You cry out in tandem, fingernails digging into the flesh of Asra’s thigh. You feel him inside you, in all possible ways. It’s positively glorious. Never have you felt this intertwined with another being.
As you each come down from your high, Asra buries his head in your neck, giving you a moment to rest. The room spins at a dizzying speed before coming into focus. Gone are the dancing butterflies, sparkling lights, and whirls of water. The candles seem to have lit themselves once again. A thin sheen of sweat covers both your body and Asra’s. You both worked quite hard during this wonderful session. As your breathing steadies and heart rate drops, Asra slowly pulls himself out of you. With one arm, he draws you close, pressing tender kiss after tender kiss to your lips, honoring this deeply intimate union between the two of you.
“That was amazing,” you murmur, snuggling close to him.
“You were amazing,” Asra corrects, beaming softly in the cozy candlelight.
#the arcana#asra alnazar#asra x reader#asra x mc#asra x apprentice#gender neutral reader#gender neutral apprentice#my fanfiction#ao3#spicy#very spicy#lemon#lemon fic#the arcana game#I could not resist throwing magic into this#dani writes
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you’ll see my face in every place (but you can’t catch me now)
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!capitol!reader
summary: you were finally dead, so why did you show up everyday in Coriolanus’s life?
warnings: coriolanus is a sick motherf, seriously sick. mentions of sex, mentions of killing & snakes, reader finally getting justice in end (sorta?)
part 1 | can be read off as standalone but recommend reading for context
Coriolanus Snow was utterly and undeniably fucked. He absolutely was.
He was sure when he had gotten rid of Sejanus, Lucy Gray, and you—that that was the end of it, and no one would hear about it again. After all, the Plinths and Ciceros took in Coriolanus like a son, thanking them for taking such good care of their son and daughter when they couldn’t.
And it wasn’t like Coriolanus Snow was some idiot. He knew how to cover up his tracks, and he knew how to do it good. If there’s one thing about him, it’s that he believes if one truly wants to get rid of something, one should do all in his power to make it happen. And that’s what Coriolanus did. He erased every trace of Lucy Gray Baird and Sejanus, and hopefully, you.
Coriolanus woke up one morning in the Cicero estate feeling extremely cold. He looked outside to see snow, which made his lips quirk up in a sly smile. Your parents were devastated over your death, Mrs. Cicero automatically offering Coriolanus your bedroom because she couldn’t stand her only daughter being gone.
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Coriolanus opens your closet, a walk-in closet that not even the whole District 1 would be able to afford. Gosh, he remembered the first time he was here and you were showing him a pretty short dress that covered nothing, and how he wanted to take you right then and there. He did minutes after, and that short dress was long discarded on the floor.
But now your presence was gone, just your clothes that were still there. Mr. Cicero refused for the maids to get rid of it; he said he wanted to remember his daughter for the lovely fashionable girl she was. Coriolanus looked through your sweaters, much were pink or white, but Corio found a dark blue one that was gender neutral that he liked.
Although it was just polyester, Coriolanus felt chills as he wore it. He swore he took in a whiff of your perfume. How could that have been possible? It was weeks after yours and Sejanus’s death, weeks after he went back to the Capitol with a fake sob story and bloodshot eyes. There was no way—just absolutely no way that your perfume could still be lingering on this old polyester sweater.
Snow gasps. A loud sound hits your window, a bird, he assumes. And as he gets closer, his suspicions are confirmed when he sees a unconscious bird on the floor, with snow melting around it.
Snow melting. Snow. Melting.
Coriolanus needed to get out of his own head. It wasn’t healthy.
He was now an apprentice to Dr. Gaul, a spot that brought him enormous pride. Soon, he’ll take over all of Panem, and make sure any remaining rebels would be expelled, or better yet, executed.
“Hey,”
Was Coriolanus going crazy? He was so sure he heard your voice in the trees, just right outside your estate. Mrs. Cicero, your mother, had expressed how much you liked planting, and it was evident from the amount of tall bark trees littering around the entire home.
In the lab, Dr. Gaul was teaching Coriolanus how to be gentle with the snakes so he wouldn’t get bitten like poor Clemensia had before the 10th Hunger Games even started. He thought she was long dead by now, but she had came to him a few weeks prior yelling about how she can’t believe he never visited her in the hospital. Coriolanus didn’t outright tell her—but he saw fading scales all over her neck. The turtleneck wasn’t doing her any good.
“Alright, here you go,” Dr. Gaul says gently, handing Coriolanus one of the longer snakes. He looked into its eyes, and was horrified to see your eyes stare back at him. He shrieked, flapping the snake into the air and blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t going crazy.
“What is wrong with you Mr. Snow?!” Dr. Gaul asks, astonished by her star pupil’s behavior.
He only gulps, excusing himself home early that day.
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“Oh Corio, I wanted you to have this,” Mr. Cicero approached him as he sat in front of your giant vanity. He was holding a few printed photographs of you and Coriolanus, huddled up together, looking as cute of a couple as ever. He remembered those moments, where you were smiling like crazy as you looked up at him with the doe eyes he seem to have been missing lately. “You know my daughter really loved you. And I’m not a man of many words—but I want to thank you for being there for her. She loved you so much she begged me to let her go to district 12 to be with you and Sejanus again. I hate the way things happened, but at least I know she was loved by you.”
And slowly, Snow starts to crack.
When the Ciceros had fallen asleep, he lit the fireplace, watching as the fire slowly get taller. He takes one good look at the photographs, then throws them in with the flames. He gave his blood, sweat, and tears for this moment. To finally be in a huge estate, to be with loving parents, to be an apprentice to the most important doctor in the Capitol. He deserved this. He did. He gave up his best friend, he gave up his own tribute, Lucy Gray—not that she mattered or anything because Coriolanus established a clear line in his head that she was simply just a district scum who was lucky enough to win because of him. And lastly, he gave up his girlfriend, Y/N Cicero, you, for this.
Coriolanus Snow was not going to let anything get in the way of his goal.
- - -
The next week, Coriolanus suggests the Ciceros throw a party to memorialize you. Coriolanus thinks of this big, grand, emotional speech. He’ll tell everyone how much of a sweetheart you were, how much you two were inlove. Then he’d get stern—saying that he’ll make sure your death won’t be forgotten, especially when he plans on running for president soon.
Everyone claps, so infatuated with the way he speaks. It’s cause he lies; straight from his mouth.
“I know what you did.”
The trees speak to Coriolanus in hushed violent murmurs, almost as if they were mad at him. They spoke in riddles, but sometimes they’d just outright say what Coriolanus had done.
“You killed them. You killed them all.”
“Blood is on your hands.”
“Snow bleeds red.”
And it frustrates Snow. It’s something, for once, that he can’t control. It sickens him that he’s unable to anything about the trees.
- - -
Mr. and Mrs. Cicero die a year later. Rebel bombing, they assumed. But only Coriolanus knew that it wasn’t—that it was him, and because he was like a son to them for the past year, he was under their will, meaning he got the entire estate.
He ran for president with the Cicero family name, and with their money too.
Coriolanus marries Livia Cardew. He doesn’t like her, much less tolerate her, but she was a good asset. Just a trophy hanging from his arm.
And Livia didn’t mind, she knew Snow was incapable of loving her, and she had an itching feeling it had something to do with you.
But Livia loved you when she was friends with you at the Academy, so she doesn’t bat an eye when Coriolanus mumbles out your name while they’re having sex. In fact, Coriolanus refused to touch or look at Livia unless he was under enormous pressure and needed someone—no something—to get his anger out on. Livia always took the blows, but she was still grateful that she hadn’t married Fetus, because that—that wouldn’t have been pretty.
The first thing Snow does as president is cut down the trees. The forests and woods? Well he burned them all. He didn’t like the cat and mouse chase that Lucy Gray had played on him in the woods, so he figured getting rid of them was like finally erasing you from his brain. No more Sejanus Plinth, no more Lucy Gray Baird, and fucking finally, finally!—no more Y/N Cicero.
But Coriolanus made a slight error. Because 64 years later, his ex lover comes back to haunt him, only this time, in the form of a girl from District 12, Katniss Everdeen.
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The hidden creator
I had a plot bunny idea
TW: usual cult stuff, hints of yandere
-gn reader (I tried making it gender-neutral if there is a comment that is off please tell me and I will fix it)
EDIT: 14/11/2023 (changed some wording and other stuff nothing major)
Creator Reader Pov:
-You were just a regular person who one day woke up in Teyvat out of all places
-You realized you still had all your game features and figured it was one of the perks of being isekaied like in other isekai stories
-The whole thing is weird and why you were here, you had no idea
-After the novelty wears off you take some time mourning the loss of your previous life and the people you knew
-After that you try to get a semblance of a normal life like getting a job and trying to be independent
-Despite having a game system you do not want to be an adventurer or learn how to fight it's not for you
-You were previously an average civilian and raised as one it would be hard to become a fighter now
-Instead you gravitated towards creating things, you found an apprentice position in a clockwork shop in Fontaine
-It is fun and you get to tinker with gears and clocks, learning how various machines work and how to create your own items
-overall you are content
-Except weird people occasionally come by the shop you work at including the Iudex of Fontaine which had both you and the shopkeeper sweating the first few times
-Yet the man who insisted you call him by his name Neuvilette is really polite and nice to talk to, soon you warmed up to him
-You could not help the feeling as if you knew him from before, as if you forgot something, you were unusually fond of him.
-Your other "clients" if you could call them that were more intimidating, you had no idea what they were doing in this shop and it scared you
-The Fatui Harbringers occasionally stopped by the shop to buy a trinket or two before leaving, it honestly scared you and the thaught of running away to another nation had crossed your mind once or twice yet you liked your job and your boss and you made some good friends here so it was hard to leave
-Overall you were doing okay
-Except it seems the people here almost in a cult-like manner worship a creator that was never in the game lore
-It is said they resided in Celestia and not many people actually got to see them, not that it mattered for a nobody like you
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Tsaritsa Pov:
-The Tsaritsa knew their so called creator was fake
-She knew she had to get rid of the fake creator as they and Celestia had caused irreparable damage
-Even if she had to stain her hands
-One day it happened something shifted in the earth, air, water- no the whole of Teyvat
-It happened so softly like a small snowflake landing on the ground
-She was hypnotized as if a siren was beckoning her she found you.
-You were their true creator
-You were wearing apprenticeship clothes tinkering with something in your hands and deeply concentrated
-She wondered if that is how you created the universe with careful and steady hands guiding and shaping it to your will.
-She wanted to take you away from this. . . small shop, yet she knew begrudgingly you were safe here, if anyone were to find out a sliver of your existence. . .
-You were safer hidden among mortals
-It left a bitter taste in her mouth
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Neuvilette Pov
-It just happened one day, out of the blue, he could feel it in the shift of the waters
-The way Furina shifted and turned her head unable to sit still confirmed he was not the only one feeling this
-Something happened and he had no idea what exactly happened
-There was this familiar presence this comforting feeling, ancient old instincts waking up
-He followed it without thought until he came upon an in inconspicuous clockwork shop
-He was confused but did not hesitate to step inside
-Then he saw you and everything clicked
-It was you his creator his universe his everything
-You were back
-It seems in this incarnation you were just a human
-That was fine he was oaky with that as long as you were here
-His heart ached seeing you
-He wanted to hug and ask you to never leave again to always stay by his side, for you to comfort him after what had happened and console him
-He should take you way somewhere safer somewhere better not here-
-But weren't you safer hiding among mortals, a part of his mind whispered, no one would suspect you being here even the fake (he cursed them) would not think of finding you here, if he brought you back with him it would create more attention on you
-Attention that would cause you trouble
-He left with defeat on his steps
-It was later he would met the Tsaritsa and a deal was struck
-All for your sake
#genshin impact#sagau#self aware au#self aware genshin#neuvillette#the tsaritsa#fatui harbringers#fatui#cult au#slight yandere#I am too lazy to proofread it right now sorry for any mistakes#this was just some random idea tbh#the creator reader has no idea they are the creator they just wana tinker with clockworks#neuvilette genshin#when will we get more Tsaritsa lore mihoyo plz-#would you guys think that Pantalone would buy out the whole stock whenever it is his turn to visit?
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fluff alphabet |clarisse la rue
author's note: Hi lovelies, please send me requests! I don't know what gave me the confidence to think I can write, probably delusion. Also, this is according to my personal views of Clarisse so don't be mad if it's different from what you've imagined. Leave a comment, I love interacting with people, xx.
warnings: I tried my best to keep it gender/race/cabin neutral for the most part but there are still some feminine coded things here and there. English is not my first language so excuse any grammar mistakes.
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Starting off strong because with Clarisse sparring is a must. Although she doesn't like to think there will ever come a time in which she won't be there to protect you, it's still an essential part of life as a half-blood. And who better to train you than the daughter of war herself? And in case the apprentice becomes the master and you happen to beat her or pin her to the ground or even hold your dagger to her neck? Oh boy, she's done for. Actual heart eyes.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
She pretty much loves everything about you, she can't really just choose one aspect. Though, if she had to, she'd probably say she loves you for being supportive, understanding, and patient with her. You understand her better than anyone. That's what made her know you were the one for her. You can control her anger issues and calm her down when she's on the verge of exploding and she thinks that's beautiful.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?
The art of intimacy or comfort never came easy to Clarisse. Her relationship with her mother isn't the best and hasn't been for a while now and her father is a grade A asshole. Her first instinct when you're feeling down is to fix it, to ask you who or what happened and give them a physical piece of her mind, but that's not always how it works. She'll pull you to her lap and hold you through the night or for as long as you need, wiping your tears and kissing your cheeks. She'll let you vent your heart out. You can tell her anything. Or nothing, if you prefer. She's not the best with words but her actions speak much louder.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
She's never thought that much ahead if she's being honest. Never allowed herself to daydream too much into the future, choosing to live off the present for now. Sometimes, however, she pictures what could be only described as an utopia; to go on such a fantastical quest that the gods can't help but grant the both of you immortality, that way you'd bask in the glory of your love forever and ever.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
On the outside looking in it would seem Clarisse is the dominant one for sure. And in some ways she is; she likes that you can rely on her, she wants to provide for you, yearns to prove herself capable of such. Still, you're the one in charge. Clarisse is completely devoted to you, and your relationship means more to her than anything she's ever felt before. She cherishes it like no other, always at your beck and call.
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Clarisse is intense, that much we know. Her anger runs deep and her passion burns red. She's not perfect, and doesn't try to hide it either. She's hot-tempered, arrogant, she's got a short fuse and she holds grudges. Her fatal flaw is pride, which sometimes gets in the way of her good senses, so you'll most likely be the one apologizing first. Despite all that, she can't bear the thought of you being mad at her and absolutely hates fighting with you. It's like it's tearing her apart, especially if you're sad over something she said or did in the heat of the moment. Truth is, she is a fighter at heart so when all is said and done she'll try and make it up to you in some way, somehow.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
She is so appreciative of everything you do and are. As previously stated, Clarisse didn't get much love growing up so any semblance of that is something she clings hard to. She notices everything, every little thing you do for her and the underlying of your words. How you treat her and others is always stored in the back of her mind and she loves to be loved by you.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
Clarisse is a very closed off person in general, she doesn't like feeling exposed and being possibly seen as weak. She'll tell you things but there's still some matters you have to pick up on your own and know how to approach them, especially regarding her feelings and personal struggles. She's very honest though, she feels like she owns you that much and appreciates you if you do the same for her. The more your relationship progresses you'll notice being able to read her like an open book because although she does her very best to hide it there's an underlying vulnerability to her behavior in certain moments you'll take proper notice of the more you know her.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Clarisse has definitely become more gentle since you. It still doesn't extend to your friends and family but more so how she behaves around you and knowing she doesn't have to put up that though front all the time. Her sense of self worth has improved as well, especially when you reassure her through her insecurities and doubts (never being the son her father wanted etc.)
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Oh, boy. Clarisse’s jealousy is very fuelled by… Well, anything really. She doesn't necessarily need a motive to go toe to toe with someone, just staring at you for a second longer than she deems them worthy of and she's ready for a fight. It's hard for anyone to get close enough to flirt with you because she's always there, by your side, kind of like a guard dog. But only because she knows how amazing you are and her insecurities do blurry some lines on what's acceptable. She's working on it though.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Clarisse is definitely a good kisser. She doesn't have much experience, if any, but she's a natural. It sounds cheesy but the first time she kisses you was like butterflies and church bells dancing loudly in the wind. The way she cups your face so uncharacteristically soft and how she breaks off the kiss with a series of small pecks only to smile one of her beautiful smiles so close to each other's faces… Magical. It could be at the fireworks on the fourth of July or it could be in your favorite spot in the woods, soaked in lake water during a midnight swim or after a heated argument. No matter how many times Clarisse kisses you, she'll never not feel electricity similar to her spear’s sharp edge digging into her body and soul.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Clarisse does not have a clue what she's doing. I feel like she'd say something in the heat of the moment; either confessing her true feelings or masking them by saying something hurtful she doesn't actually mean. In the latter scenario she'd storm off and berate herself over it but her pride and fear that you'd never look at her again made her put off her apology for some time and let it all sink in to talk to you when she's ready. That is until you start properly ignoring her and she nearly goes crazy with longing, just missing your overall presence and having her stomach turn to knots at the way things were left between you two. That's one of the few times Clarisse sucks it up and reaches for you. The apology is awkward but overwhelmingly honest and she tells you she's an idiot but you're content in forgiving her and giving her a second (actual first) chance.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Again, Clarisse never thought she'd live to see the day she'd actually have a marriage prospect. Her life just doesn't seem complete without you anymore and the moment she realizes that she's done for. It would probably be while you're laying in bed together, your head on her chest while you play with her fingers. Your eyes are heavy with sleep but hers are wide open, thinking. “Will you marry me?” said while staring into the distance and you probably think she's joking except Clarisse is not one to joke about that sort of thing. “Not now. But eventually.” and whether you ask if she's serious or just accept it right away, she'd look at you seriously for a beat and then tackle you into a bear hug, crushing you underneath her. She doesn't see the point in a big wedding, but if that's what you're into, she won't mind.
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
She is not immune to babe or baby but would still like to keep some variety. Things like sunshine, gorgeous, angel or others (I'm looking at you, person who created the “mama/s” HC). She does like your name very much, or probably a shortened version of it. Don't expect her to not tease you if any of these make you flustered.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Clarisse likes to think she's good at hiding it when she's absolutely not. As Taylor Swift once said, you can hear it in the silence. Just the way her eyes soften when she's looking at you speaks millions, but people also get whiplash at how fast her mean attitude changes whenever you're around. Her love giving languages are probably acts of service and physical touch. She loves to do things for you, feeling all big and mighty whenever she can make your life just a little easier. Touching is also a must but we'll get to that in a second.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Clarisse is not very comfortable with public displays of affection, because she is afraid of being judged or mocked by others for being weak or soft. She prefers to keep her relationship with you private and intimate, but doesn't mind the little things. She does gloat about being with you as well as showing you off, so that everyone on camp knows you're hers. She brags about you all the time and I mean, seriously, all the time. She's not a big hand holder but she almost over compensates by grabbing at your hips and thighs, throwing an arm over your shoulder or hiding her face in your neck. She especially loves bonfires when you sit on her lap and she can hold firmly onto your waist while she's talking to her siblings or just press her forehead against yours when her social battery is low.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
She's very perceptive. She may not know what has changed right away but she's also persistent so she'll figure it out in an instant. If it's the way you did your hair or something that happened along your day, even if you change your usual greeting. She notices and she'll definitely ask you about it.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Clarisse wants to be loved, that's all she’s ever wanted, and she has so much love to give, therefore I believe she'll do just about anything to make you happy. That includes being an absolute sap. She honestly doesn't mind how cliche it is, if it works on you, you bet she's using it. If anyone cares to say anything remotely negative about you or your relationship she will promptly glare them into oblivion or give them something to really worry about.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
She is your absolute biggest supporter. Especially if you don't believe in yourself, then she's trying even harder for you to see just how well you can do something if you put your mind to it. With something like sword training she is more than willing to help you, rewarding you with kisses and cursing you for distracting her with your pretty face.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
Clarisse doesn't mind change, she rolls with it. If you have a certain way of doing things, a routine you like to follow, that's fine by her. If you're unpredictable, even better. She just loves to see what comes next in terms of your relationship, not necessarily needing anything to amplify her love for you. It's already hardwired into her.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
She knows you like the back of her hand. Even the slightest furrow of your eyebrows or tilt of your head and she'll be there in a second asking what's wrong. She does learn to be more empathetic towards your own struggles, which was hard at first because she wasn't sure how to see things from someone else's point of view. Though road but you make it work.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
She doesn't have much to look forward to so Clarisse values her relationship with you very highly, as you are one of the few people who can see past her tough and aggressive exterior and appreciate her softer and more vulnerable side. She is fiercely loyal and protective of you, and would do anything to keep you safe and happy.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
I actually read this one on a Wattpad story a while ago so credit to the original creator but, Clarisse has a teddy bear named Mr. Muscles she's had since she was like, nine and she cherishes it like it's her most prized possession. When she introduced this piece of information to you, you just found her so incredibly adorable you couldn't contain the giggles and she gets so hot in the face she pushes you off her bed and it's honestly one of the most memorable moments in your relationship.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
I headcanon Clarisse as your personal furnace as well as a koala bear so kisses and cuddles are a must, especially if it's cold outside. She loves to take naps with you, it gets to the point where she has trouble sleeping without you (so you give her a vial of your perfume to spray on Mr. Muscles for when you're away).
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
Clarisse with you: 🥰
Clarisse without you: 😡
She gets snappier than usual and easily annoyed but she'll also get really sad because she's never had to deal with being away from you. Her siblings try to cheer her up by shoving some kid's head into the toilet but she's so disinterested in anything that does not involve you she just goes about her days training until she can see you again and show off her muscles.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
The answer is yes, one hundred percent. “Touch her and you die” trope goes so hard. Not only that but she would willingly sacrifice the world and herself for you and your relationship. She would go out of her way to make sure you are okay, that you are fed and hydrated and well rested, even messing up her own sleeping schedule in order to take better care of you.
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Hello, I'm very new to writing headcanons and going through a bout of writers block so if anyone has any ideas, please send me an ask!
Pretty much everything is free real estate; fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and for limited times, I will write NSFW.
Also, all of my works will be either GN Reader or Male reader, but I'll never write for a fem reader. GN is the default, if you'd like male just specify.
Also, I take requests for specific characters; like if you have a request but not for all 6 or something.
As I'm still learning the ropes and everything it may take me awhile to get to an ask but I'll try to get to it eventually!
If/when I stop taking requests for a time, I'll update this post.
Requests : Open
NSFW: OPEN
Fandoms I Write For
- The Arcana
- Supernatural
- Batfamily
- The Black Phone
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a worthy test
mark hoffman x gender neutral reader
18+ scenarios / characters - minors dni
tags / warnings ; dead dove, detective!reader, kidnapping, smut, gender neutral anatomy, gags, rough sex, slapping, needles, drugging, unhealthy dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, size difference kink, age difference, creampie, big ol man tiddies YEEHAWW!!
summary ; you and your team of investigators have been after jigsaw's apprentice for months, yet waking up bound to a chair makes way for suprises more sinister than you could have imagined
word count ; 1.6k
a/n; blame this fic on @sehtoast and all of cozy corner for being such lovely encouraging folk :) anyways enough mushy shit, take the long awaited nasty stuff!
You awoke to a strange sensation. Everything in the past 18 hours had been nothing more than a blur, your eyes opening slowly, squinting in the bright light that was forcing its way through your lids. It was a struggle to recall anything, swimming through the cloudy memories to sift out the important ones. You tried turning your head, desperate for some clue as to how you'd ended up in this room, let alone bound to a cold rusty chair.
"Morning Detective."
A familiar voice breathed into the cold air, causing you to jump slightly. You blinked with a harsh squint, eyes struggling to take in the form of the man before you, still adjusting to the dim room. All the while, your heart pounded in your chest as the large silhouette revealed itself. It was Mark - You and your team had been after him for months ever since you learned of his betrayal. His piercing eyes are fixed upon you, his expression hard and emotionless.
He kept his gaze on you as panic began to surface in the flush of your cheeks, blush rushing in your ears. No. This must be a nightmare, a delusion - Anything besides the truth. You struggled for a moment with the fabric gag wrapped around your mouth and jaw, tied behind your head. You were not just desperate to speak, you wanted to scream, to demand a fucking answer for everything as the man stood in front of you, hands behind his back. Was he pleased? His expression was difficult to read, head cocking slightly off to the side as he watched you struggle before him. A smirk pushed at the corner of his full lips, eyebrows twitching slightly - He looked almost confused at your panic and desperation to understand the situation. In his eyes, you should be thankful to still be afraid enough just to worry and wonder, taking in every shuddered breath with rousing appreciation. At this, you wanted to feel sick. You wanted to.
The cold leather of his gloved sent rolling chills over the backs of your arms, hairs on your neck at a sharp standstill. He was your colleague. He had always been cold, brutally honest for the sake of what you thought had been good. Surely there had to be something good still in the man before you, who now wore a prowling gaze like a stalking predator. Your teeth grit at the red fabric tied tightly around your head, trying to bite back the words that roared in your mind - No way in hell you'd break first.
"Somethin' wrong?"
His voice was quiet, his body stilling as he walked behind you, gloved hands resting on your shoulders. The leather was cold, his thumbs digging uncomfortably hard into your back, causing you to grunt slightly.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, sugar."
Mark's hands slid over your body, taking little time to savor how you felt under his hands, his fingers beginning to slowly unlatch your wrists from the chair. It wasn't hesitant, the movement was practiced - He knew his presence alone kept you pinned to the spot. No binds needed, not with the pooling arousal that now flushed your cheeks and mind, your thighs shifting uncomfortably in the rusting chair. The man's steps echoed through the dark warehouse, now facing you with a strangely bored expression, eyes darting towards your bound ankles. The detective pulled in a slow breath as your heartbeat rushed in your ears, tilting his head as he kept his gaze on your ankles.
"You gonna be good?"
He didn't bother to look towards you as he spoke, practically speaking to himself as he slowly knelt before you. It would be so easy, you thought. To run, to push him away and fight him off. The latches came undone, and he rose to his full height once again. He shadowed over your figure, shoulders wide and dress shirt buttons straining, sleeves rolled over his thick forearms; There was no fight worth trying for, not as he pulled you like a ragdoll from the chair and pressed your cheek against the brick wall.
Your blood ran cold. You were in over your head. You could feel Mark's grasp on your hips, thumbs rubbing over the protruding bones with a perverse hunger. His hands were able to cover your entire lower back, shamelessly palming at your ass. “Wait, just-” Your voice was silenced when one of the older man’s hands slid up your clothed back, fingers tangling in your hair for a moment, savoring the sudden sound of skin against skin. With a strangled gasp, Mark's fingers tightened on your hair, making a fist and forcing your body against his own; Somewhere in Mark’s mind, he could hear your screaming. Your abundant surprised gasps and yelps would surface over his clouded mind, as he watched you struggle helplessly, wincing at your outcries. With a clench of his jaw, he felt a proud smile prod at the corners of his lips, the thoughts brushing past him. He had just sunken half way inside, yet the strange pulling burn of being stretched open planting a growing arousal. Sweat rolled down his back in beads, bending in pools with his tensing body as he ruthlessly used you, pinned underneath him. You had been a vice on Mark's cock, suffocating your mind and body with an insatiable hunger, a chemical greed to be adequately filled and used, to be bred without gentle caresses or soft words. The man released your hair, reaching forward towards your throat and clasping his fingers tightly around it, using grip as leverage to tear through you even deeper. Every inch of your body roared in numbing desire, twitching as your senses ricocheted voraciously. You arched your back eagerly into the man above you, tears stinging your bottom lashes to fall as Mark remorselessly gripped your throat, ceasing the gasps instantly. The line between pleasure and pain began to blur as your vision did, eyes rolling shut, squeezing them closed as you endured the desperate assault, body licked and abused by unwavering flames and large animalistic hands - The smell of cologne smothered your consciousness, tears casing your flushed cheeks as strangled gasps emerged from your throat. Though you couldn't sense the words gathering in your mind, nor taste them leave your frantic lips, you could feel them in the air; The unabashed begging, pleading Mark not to stop. You sobbed bit hard onto the saliva soaked gag between your lips, aimless and muffled as Mark's pace began to slow.
"Don't stop,"
Mark's large hand glided over your hips, tracing down your arms to wrap over both your wrists. He gave a punctuating thrust forward, bottoming out inside of you with a strangled moan, head dipping forward as he pulled your body against his own. You were a toy to him, his hands exploring your body, groping your thighs and sliding his digits past your gag, groaning quietly at the feeling of your tongue against his gloved fingers. Your body was shaking, glazed in sweat as you stood on your tippy-toes to keep up with the man who so effortlessly pulled you into his demanding thrusts. His cock twitched as you squirmed, body wanting so badly to fight the pleasure that now threatened to spill over.
"You're gonna be the death of me - So fuckin' tight,"
Mark slammed his hips forward with every word, his hold on your wrists tightening, pulling you away from the wall to press impossibly deeper into you. Your body seared with pleasure and pain, rousing a euphoric heat to spark and glaze itself on your skin - It was electric, how he handled your full weight; No, not just handled it, he insisted it. He wanted you, all of you. He wanted you in tears, drool rolling down your lips as you beg for more in that precious muffled whimper. His cock pulsed inside you, thrusts becoming messy as he watched your ass push snugly against his hips, bouncing back, desperate for even more. No words could properly describe what you craved from the other, your body shaking and knees threatening to buckle underneath your weight, sweat dripping from your temples and jaw. It was a hot blinding spark, your body quaking as your scream pitched up to break, echoing throughout the abaonded warehouse. It didn't matter if you were limp, mind numb and broken as he kept your body tight against his own.
"You're mine. Understand that?"
You couldn't respond, hardly registering his voice until the leather palm came to slap hard against your flushed cheek. Your eyes flew open in shock, pulling in a deep gasp, only to be cut off by his hand gripping your throat.
"Thaat's right, you're all mine - Fuck baby,"
Marks euphoria reached it's peak, eyes glued to your body rutting shamelessly against him as his cock spilled messily into you. He fucked his cum deep, keeping ahold of you with a grasp sure enough to leave flowering bruises. He gasped sharply, eyes sliding shut as they rolled back, lips hanging open; You were his, entirely. Even as you woke from a fading haze, thighs messily stained with cum and flowered with large bruises, you were still wrapped in a thick quilt. It didn't matter where you were, your mind spinning as the cold puncture of a sedative filled needle pushed into your forearm. You would have atleast opened your eyes to see the perpetrator, but the feeling of his leather gloves against your skin had become a familar one.
"Sleep well, detective."
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Can you do a headcanon for platonic yandere Princess celestia where the reader is rebellious and tries to escape from her at any chance
Thank you!! <33
I can write down my ideas for this, yeah :)
Yandere! Platonic! Princess Celestia with Rebellious! Darling
Pairing: Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Isolation, Manipulation, Abuse of power, Implied kidnapping, Punishment, Forced companionship.
I personally can imagine this scenario happening when Celestia picks another student after Twilight.
She keeps you in the castle to study and rarely lets you out.
You are her new apprentice and student... she's just keeping an eye on you.
Understandably, you don't take well to her new lessons and orders.
She's essentially manipulated you into staying in her castle for "studying".
Kidnapping you without any force.
When you come to your senses, you want out.
These leads to you and your escape attempts.
Such attempts amuse Celestia at first, in a way you remind her of Luna's rebellious behavior.
However, Celestia always manages to have guards find you again or Celestia herself hunts you down.
To her, this is like disciplining a filly/foal.
You're being silly... you should know you're better off in the castle.
Celestia will entertain your escape attempts for a little bit.
She herself has been mischievous, so she understands.
However... the more frequent your attempts, the more Celestia grows annoyed.
At some point I imagine she'd cast a spell on you to restrict your magic and lock you in your room as punishment.
It really does feel like she's a mother disciplining her filly/foal.
Celestia would scold her rebellious darling eventually.
You can't expect her to tolerate this forever, can you?
She'll have to reprimand and punish you at some point.
Perhaps you can get your magic back and be let out of your room once you learn where you belong.
No pony's going to help you... they know Celestia has your best interests at heart.
You have no pony to turn to but Celestia.
So how about you be a good student and listen to your Princess...
She grows tired of your games the longer they go on.
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