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pathetic-sapphic · 9 months

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You write for The Arcana right (・・。)ゞ

Could you do Asra, Julian, and Nadia reacting to teasing from an MC who’s more on the dominant side, and likes to take initiative?

And how will they are to give up control in the bedroom?

ASRA

They love when you take initiative and show your dominant side. Asra is very sly and will act bratty if you're into that too. They will try to tease you back and act all smug but as soon as they're forced into a corner with your thigh between their legs, their face takes on such a lovely shade of red.

Always used to being the more affectionate and loving one, Asra's weak spot is undoubtedly you and the love you give him. If instead of being rough you take on a more soft and affectionate approach, he's taken aback. Start softly kissing all over his face while caressing his fluffy hair, worship his body and praise him. You can feel how his half of the heart is overflowing with love and want.

Has a hard time letting you take the initiative because they love pleasing you and making you feel good. You have to do your best to help them relax but a simple ''Be good and let me take care of you, baby.'' is enough to make Asra relax and let you use their body to your heart's content.

JULIAN

Congrats, you two are perfect for each other! Might as well get married now and save everyone the embarrassment from having to witness the two of you being all over each other wherever you go.

Julian loves your dominant nature, we already know he is very submissive and flirty. He'll try to tease you first but it's game over as soon as you tease back. Your sultry voice and alluring look make him all hot under the collar and it's so endearing to you.

Loves having all your attention on him, he's so responsive and whiny that, frankly, it's adorable. Tries to be very good for you but his impatience makes it hard. Luckily, it's quite easy putting him in his place, a stern look or a light pinch to his hip should do the trick.

Very pliant and well-behaved, Julian loves following orders and worshipping you. He wants to hear you praise him and know that he's making you feel good. Isn't above initiating things while the two of you are in a public place, he craves the thrill of almost getting caught.

NADIA

Nadia is a tougher nut to crack as she is used to being the one in control and the dominant one. It will take a while for her to get used to you taking the initiative and it's more like a battle for dominance. When people witness the two of you flirting and teasing one another, they think you're bantering because it just seems so competitive but in a good way.

Eventually, Nadia will grow more comfortable with your dominant display and will let you take care of her. She likes being worshipped and service so be prepared to give her lots and lots of attention. However, she will always return it to the best of her abilities. Might even be a bit naughty when she's making you feel good (she loves being a tease) but is quick to make up for it.

As a countess, she carries a lot of burden on her shoulders and appreciates a partner who is willing to help and lighten that burden. Make her feel so good she won't be able to worry about her duties or have any doubts of her role as the ruler of Vesuvia. Do it so that her mind is only filled with the thoughts of you and the way your body feels against hers. Life is a lot easier when Nadia has such an attentive and giving partner by her side. And she always make sure to be there for you too.

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zeroone-eleven · 2 months

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Gifts & Thoughts (M6); The Arcana

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Summary: The Main 6 and the gifts they send the Main Character. [Upright Endings]

Requested? ❌

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

"Is it obvious that all of this is right?"

-Elijah Woods, 24/7 365.

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Nadia Satrinava:

Elegance, is the word for the gifts she spoils you with.

Everything she gifts you always has a connection to a certain time you have spent together.

A memorable date? A memorable day? A memorable moment? It doesn't matter;

Even the jewels that always color coordinate with your outfit palette has some sort of underlying memory connected to them.

Prepare to get showered with the finest, most intricately detailed accessories that Nadia associates with your shared memories.

Small mechanical inventions for your familiar. Like the little toys she made for Chandra.

Just as much as she pampers you, Nadia spares no expense in both monetary value and thought value to the things she creates for your familiar.

Your familiar is never going to feel bored within the Palace grounds, what with both Chandra and Nadia's little inventions to keep them company when you aren't there.

Light silk clothes in your preferred color palette, while the Vesuvian weather makes velvet and other similar fabrics impractical-

Nadia is well versed with the versatility of silk with the heat.

The silks she gifts you are to be imported from Praka, she will settle for gifting you no other silks but the finest kind in all the world.

The embroidery on these clothing items are always customized:

A pattern of a colorful forest: When you hunted down Lucio's ghost together.

A pattern of a wheat field: For that time you screamed your grievances to the heavens.

A pattern of waves, a small island with a singular angled tree: For the time you swam with her in the High Priestess' domain.

Asra Alnazar:

Scrapbooks is the vibe that comes to mind whenever the gift is from Asra.

For his presents are a mix of both learning, and simple sentimentalities.

There are still times where he goes on his own adventures and whenever he does, he never fails to bring back a tricket (Or five) which had reminded him of you in some way.

A leatherbound journal, with a burnt in pattern. For note taking when you're working on spell adjustments.

A small gemstone imbued with a protection spell, or a spell for luck, or healing- That has been fashioned into a necklace.

Herbs that he dries himself.

Self-made tea blends that he has subjected himself to tasting before handing you the perfected blends.

Matching knitted sweaters for you and your familiar, imbued with temperature regulation spells.

Spell tomes he bought, read, and then annotated with possible helpful tips, or everyday commentary to make your learning easier and more fun.

Julian Devorak:

Tomfoolery. That's it. That's his type of gifts.

A pun book, that he had somehow managed to talk Malak into gently dropping on you.

A sealed bottle with a preserved leach inside, reminiscent of the time you both thought to bathe in a suspiciously muddled pond.

He buys small journals, and writes down his adventure stories within them before handing them over to you.

Sometimes he'd send you a "Doctor's Prescription" that contain sweet gestures such as ten hugs a day, four kisses per hour, a "Nap" with him that lasts at least 12 hours-

Julian is an actor, a performer, an artist, a man of the arts. He always comes up with a new way to make a gift unique from the rest despite them being almost the same in form.

You now have a slowly growing folder of all the Doctor's Prescriptions you have been prescribed.

Thankfully, you only have a single bottle of leech and there is no indication that there will ever be another one.

Muriel the Outsider:

Handmade. Everything he gifts you is made with love, adoration, and quiet devotion driving his hands.

Sculptures both realistic and abstract, with the wood carefully polished to bring out the unique patterns.

Spice blends foraged and dried by himself from when he goes foraging in the forest every month.

Very seldomly, he gifts you flowers that he dried himself. Whenever he finds some that he likes the colors of.

He doesn't gift you dried flowers often, he appreciates nature and it's bounty but finds it hard to see any flowers as beautiful enough to be given to you.

Home cooked meals that Muriel tries his best to perfectly season and cook to your preferences.

Whenever trading caravans pass by Vesuvia, Muriel heads into the city and does his best to peruse each and every cart. Looking for something that might "Speak" to him as something that suffices as a gift for you in his eyes.

If there is no specific thing that meets his standard, then he'll look for materials in the carts instead so that he can make you something.

Portia Devorak:

Literature; Portia learned to read and write quite late in life, those two skills have become an integral part of who she is and what she sees as art and worthy of praise.

She writes you verses, poems, short stories- and she scatters them in the nooks and crannies of your shared home for you to find unexpectedly.

The paper is always subconsciously imbued with her magic. Whenever you touch the paper, you end up getting a glimpse into what she was feeling for you when she wrote the piece.

She gifts you books of stories she always comes back to, and books about the history, customs, and culture of the places you and her are sent as Emissaries to.

She makes sure to read through these books herself first, inserting slips of paper with her own viewpoints on a particular scene, or poems inspired by the scene (and the fact that she imagined both of you in it).

She also makes sure to always get you a box of the most delicious looking and smelling treat in the bakeries you visit on your Emmisary trips.

Lucio / Montag Morgasson:

The World. (No, Lucio does not get you the world turtle- As cute as they may be.)

He is no longer the Count, he has renounced that stature in favor of being a mercenary once more.

On your excursions, Lucio takes the time to sit down and take in the sights with you. Talking about everything and little nothings all at once.

Sometimes he sneaks in a purchase when you're both in the marketplace stocking up on supplies, stuffing it into his pack when your back is turned.

He never knows where or when he's going to give it to you on your adventures, but he knows that he'll know when the time is right.

Lucio picks flowers from the paths you're walking to place it either in your hair, or he pins it to your shirt.

If you get sad when it inevitably wilts away, Lucio reassures you that it's nothing to be sad about because the memory of your happiness from receiving the flower will metaphorically be keeping it alive.

If you find a way to preserve it with magic, he'll buy a sturdy box (He also asks you to enchant it with a few spells for extra safety) in which to keep all the flowers taken from your journey.

Once the box is full, it finds a place on the mantle of your shared home.

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malaks-perch · 1 year

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐢

lucio montag, nadia satrinava, muriel of the kokhuri, and valerius

what your lover thinks of sending you love notes and what they send to you

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𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘰

- if he manages to sit down for a few minutes and stay focused, he can write some love letters that will make you swoon, don’t think for a second that he can’t (he doodles your name amongst hearts and cupid bows)

- if he’s the count, then he’ll make time to do the love letters and if he’s not, then he’ll find time between all of his new endeavors to tell you that you are his world, his love and his reason for wanting to be better and there’s not an ounce of him that isn’t grateful for it as he’ll try to let you know through all the lovely words that he sends your way

- like julian, words of affirmation are his love language and he’ll surely spend time grinning over his desk of too many quills, papers, and envelopes when it’s all to tell you that he doesn’t spend his every waking moment thinking about you and how he wishes to kiss every one of his compliments onto your skin

- he lights up when he receives a love letter from you, warming and drawing himself up taut with how much love fills him at the thought of you grinning over your desk to tell him how much he loves you, he’s absolutely lovesick

- if you don’t respond to him timely or are away from him for too long from you, then believe that he’s going to stop everything he’s doing to go find out why you haven’t sent him a letter declaring your undying love for him

lucio's love letter includes :: any rings of his, stationary that he likes, and ornamental pins

𝘕𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢

- nadia was shocked to receive a love letter from you, i mean you’re already her lover, but now this?? she’s over the moon and reading it for days on end, she carries it with her and smiles at the sheet of paper/envelope while dignitaries are talking to her

- she goes to write back and blanks, realizes she doesn’t know what’s right or if there’s a wrong way to do the love notes, but a little advice from portia who ‘accidentally’ walks in her brainstorming session helps

there were a lot of frustrated sighs and growls coming from nadia’s room and the girl thought to go in there to see if the countess was torturing someone or needed a break from whatever documents had her in a tizzy

- the countess is remarkably good with flustering you in person or not, there are moments with the servants believe the countess to be having an affair of some sorts because of how flushed she walks around, but not so, it’s only you and your lovely words leaving her breathless daily

- these help on long days away from you when she really can’t bear it, she loves the sentiment of receiving you loveliest words from you, but she’ll often tell you she wants to kiss the sweet words off your lips

- she loves to send you little gifts and things that require you to be in her presence or return to her (she thinks she's clever but you see through it) and nadia is a bit too smug when you return to her with whatever she's sent you

nadia's love letter includes :: concerto tickets, her own hair accessories, and the occasional pocket watch to count seconds spent away from home

𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭

- oh muriel, this baby has considered love letters only because he wants to put the effort into having one of those relationships you see on the streets where one lover is entwined with the other even if you assure him that not all love has to be a performance

- like the countess, he spends time mulling over what he wants to say to you until it settles that it’s close to a regular letter, except he can relay his heart to you

you’ll have to talk to him beforehand about sending love letters because if he up and gets one he’s going to worry over whether or not such sweetness is meant for him and if it’s alright to return one back to you

- “i think of you whenever you aren’t here” and ‘here’ is scraped out and replaced with home “because no place i’ve visited with you ever feels whole when i’m there alone’ truly, it’s a marvel to read

- muriel struggles the most with love letters only because he’s reluctant to pen down his feelings for you to a page when he’d much rather show you his affections, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t good at it

- he’s not all too worried when you don’t send a letter, he’ll poke around your shop to see if anyone’s seen you and might pout, but when there is a letter attached to inanna’s neck, there’s a tug of his lips that rival any token he could ever send you

muriel's love letter includes :: pressed leaves + flora, small carved charms, and a cross-stitch square

𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴

- he’s not against the idea of sending love letters but he wonders why exactly you want them, he doesn’t see them as pointless - he mostly wonders if you’re serious

- he doesn’t spend time mulling over what he’s going to send you, it happens and whatever he thinks of in the moment he’ll jot down and miraculously is the best at not being repetitive with these lovely written numbers without needing to remind himself what he's written to you

- he grows fonder of these handwritten letters more and more because these are ways he gets to appreciate you and pick up on the little bits you think of him and he eats. it. up.

- quoting poems and literature seems juvenile to him so him because tethering words to you would be an insult when people are more prone to remember a sunset or the stars in the sky, so he mostly sticks to recalling his favorite bits of you and he’s truly fortunate to be yours

- he’s a softie about these things and as someone who was indifferent about the whole endeavor to begin with, he gets a little miffed when he doesn’t receive a love letter in return (expect a grumpy valerius)

valerius' love letters include :: his golden wristbands, quills from the market, and the names of literature that made him think of you

<333 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘖𝘙 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛!! <333

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cherryplasmids · 2 years

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Hello, I hope that you'e doing well! If it's alright, may I please request a fluffy oneshot with Nadia and fem mc? Where they're walking around in the garden at night, talking about the stars and the world. Then MC saying and doing this to Nadia,

Person A: I can fit the whole world in my hands.

Person B: No, that's impossible.

Person A: *Cups B's face*

Person B: * Blushes furiously"

What would Nadia's reaction and reponse be?

───south end rituals;

pairing: nadia satrinava x consul!reader

summary: you're far from coherent from working tirelessly on rebuilding vesuvia to its former glory and become bold in your actions towards the countess, your boss.

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: kind of canon divergent, nadia is only referred to as the countess

notes: i really tried making this request work but inspo for this just failed every time :( i'm sorry if it's not to your liking, anon, it's not my fav either ── check out my other works; the arcana masterlist & other masterlists

It only took six months of constant denials, operational mishaps, and nonstop rewrites to get approved, but it’s finally here—the logistics to save the Flooded District before it completely sank. If all goes well from here on out, the Flooded District can thrive once more in at least a years’ time.

Despite the major victory, you don’t celebrate for long, immediately diving into the next subject on Vesuvia’s restoration project. At least three dozen issues await to be fixed in the long list of purposeful disasters the last Count and his lecherous court committed. To an extent, the Countess is at fault too. Her apathetic negligence allowed the courtiers free reign to serve their own selfish agendas.

It’s why she hands you another document, eager to right her wrongs.

The South End was next on the list. Dealing with poverty and beautification is a top priority for the suffering neighborhood. You’re excited to work in your home district—engrossed in bridging the gap between the South End and the illustrious Temple District. Initial excitement dwindles as the words on the document begin to bleed into one another. Blueprints for new construction projects start swirling into blue and white visual illusions. The scratches of the Countess’s quill transition into auditory hallucinations of the patrons from the Rowdy Raven. Another minute looking at anything remotely to do with city plans would surely put you to death, so you toss the black ink quill down onto a pile of amended policies, and harshly rub your eyes.

The Countess barely gives you a glance, waving her hand towards the door. “You are free to leave and rest, Consul. I need you to be coherent for the contractor meeting in four hours.”

Your legs twitch, aching to run towards your bedroom down the hall for some much needed sleep. But you know, she's feeling worse than you. Despite her collected appearance, you clearly notice the change in her demeanor since your promotion to courtier. Shoulders tensing, lips turning downward as headaches return the longer she stays awake; irritation flaring up easily at every minor inconvenience.

“And leave you alone to wallow in this mess? Not a chance, my lady.” The Countess hums noncommittal and continues writing, only pausing to take a sip of tea. “I do believe we need a break, though.”

She peeks over her gold half moon glasses, a disagreement ready at her lips, only remaining silent when you get up from your seat to stretch—joints immediately cracking. “Perhaps you are correct. A few minutes should not hurt.”

She leans back into her chair with closed eyes, folding her hands over her stomach. You watch her until her breaths steadily slow.

You exit the main room and step onto the balcony. The Palace gardens, grand and magnificent in true Prakra glory, calms your busy mind. Fireflies light up the garden below, flying around the impressive collection of flora the Countess has curated over the past several years. There are a few maids sitting near the fountain to the left, and you wave at them when you catch their eye.

Four fireflies fly up to the balcony dancing across the banister flowers. One lands on your outstretched palm. It crawls over your skin for a few seconds before flying away. You track its movements, body twisting when it flies behind you, only to land on the awakened Countess’s slender nose. A snicker escapes you before you can stifle it, and she shoots you an amused look as the firefly continues to explore her face. Soon enough, when it’s satisfied, it flies away to join the others.

“You have such a lively fauna, my lady.” You tease.

She appears softer than before, shoulders less tense, and the crease in her forehead has disappeared. “Thank you. Soon enough, all of Vesuvia shall rival my own. Especially the South End.” She joins you at the banister, a few centimeters separating the both of you. You can smell the faint lavender perfume she applied this morning. “How are the residents? I have not had the chance to visit since last.”

“As we progress in the restoration project, they become more hopeful. Many of the ideas for South End improvements actually came from residents. My old neighbors offered their services if needed.”

The Countess visibly relaxes with a deep inhale. “It delights me to hear it.” She turns to you and you repeat her actions. “I appreciate your efforts, Consul. If it were not for your tenacity, I doubt I would have made any progress. A trait you picked up from the South End, hm?”

You smile. “There’s a little ritual we had as children to keep our spirits high despite our mishandled circumstances. When life got too much, we’d hold onto what we believed was the most important thing to us—to ground us to the little happiness we could have. Some children held plushies; others held candy. For those moments, we felt like we could hold the whole world in our hands. Make life a little less daunting, even now.”

The Countess sucks her teeth softly. You remember when one of her sisters, told you how Didi always had a callous attitude, even in her youth. No doubt a byproduct of being the youngest of seven.

“You don’t believe in it?” You say it more as a statement than a question.

“Falsely giving oneself hope is suitable for children but for adults?”

“If I may be so brazen, I can prove it to you.” With a raised brow, she nods. You hesitate for a moment, biting your lip, to contemplate whether you should continue.

When you were hired a year ago, the Countess would have never let her guard down. She remained aloof for the majority of your employment until you promoted yourself to her unofficial personal assistant. As you take on more responsibilities, she slowly decompresses in your presence. There’s a little camaraderie now—enough for her to do nice things for you. Like the time she personally delivered food to your office after realizing you had not eaten all day. Or the few times she immediately delegated your responsibilities to someone else when you were clearly overwhelmed. Sometimes, you feel her gaze linger on you longer than necessary, especially on nights where you two are alone. Which happens often as of late.

It didn’t take long to develop feelings.

The only thing keeping you from revealing those feelings revolved around her being your boss and the Countess. But in this moment, when you’re bleary-eyed and barely conscious of your own behavior, all caution is thrown to the wind.

You cup her cheeks into her palms. A soft gasp trickles into the chilly air, heating the short distance between the two of you. “See? I’m holding the whole world in my hands.”

With a fierce blush spreading across her cheeks, her eyes darted towards the garden and your gentle smile. Although she remains in your embrace, you think she’s anxious at your touch.

“Have I discomfited you, my lady?” You slowly remove your hands from her skin. “The long nights without sleep have caused some irrational thinking—”

“No, I—” She grasps your right hand, returning it to its original place. “I am not used to romantic affection.” She pauses to gather her thoughts before sighing, leaning into your palm with a warm expression. “I must admit, you continue to surprise me. First your tenacity, candor, and now… Will you continue to be emboldened, Consul?”

“I aim to please you, my lady.

She trembles as your hands and fingertips trail from her cheeks down to the back of her neck, firmly gripping the exposed flesh. You bring her flush against your chest. Lavender engulfs you whole as your lips ghost against her own.

She’s given you permission to express your affections because she wants it. You’re lit ablaze with this knowledge. Body vibrating, hands shaking as you wish nothing more than to indulge in your fantasies without worries of responsibilities.

“I fear I may miss the meeting if you allow my boldness to continue.” You whisper against her lips.

The Countess’s breaths have gotten deeper, eyes downturned, staring at your parted lips. She nods once and matches your tone. “Correct, as usual, Consul.” As soon as you step away from her, she clears her throat and places a few fingers on her collarbone. “After the meeting, perhaps we can continue…” She looks away, blushing the vibrant red you’ve come to love.

“I would love nothing more.” You pick up her hand and press a kiss to the back of it, momentarily relishing in her heat. “Sweet dreams, my lady.”

You throw her a wink, and a trembled sigh emits from her before you leave. Tonight’s events no doubt will keep you awake. It doesn’t matter, though. You’ll take a nap before seeing the Countess in a few hours to be rejuvenated for whatever she has in store for you.

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susanahukari · 1 year

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The time has come!🕑

I know it's not very similar to the game but I'll try to improve 🌷

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bakuliwrites · 1 year

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MC Falling Asleep on M6's Lap (Baewatch)

It's been a hot minute since I posted anything and, unfortunately, I don't have the brain power to do any new content. But I figured I would post a headcanon from my old blog. Someone had requested this a long time ago and I loved writing it. The idea was so cute! I love the Baewatch tale and the bonfire scene at the end is so fun. So, here you go! Also, updated my banners just to try out something new :)

Asra is more than prepared for you to fall asleep on his lap. In fact, he can sense your exhaustion before even you can. He gives you a knowing smirk at your first yawn, leans back where he’s seated in the sand, and offers up his lap for you to lay your head in.

“I’m not sleepy,” you insist, crossing your arms indignantly. But his lap looks pretty inviting. Within minutes, you’re conked out, head cradled by Asra’s legs. He tenderly runs his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at your slumbering form.

When it’s time to leave, he gently rouses you from your sleep. “MC,” he whispers, carefully shifting you in his lap, “It’s time to go.” Groggily, you rise. Hand in hand, you and Asra walk the length of the beach, back to your room, where you get some much needed rest, snuggled up in his arms <3

You’re already resting your head on Nadia’s lap when you feel the first twinge of exhaustion. Your eyes start to droop, though you try desperately to keep them open. You want to watch Julian’s magical fire display, but you’re just so tired.

Nadia discovers you’re asleep when she looks down to see if you’re enjoying yourself. She smiles to herself, moving a strand of your hair aside that’s fallen in front of your eyes. She thinks you look positively adorable. So adorable, in fact, she feels suddenly compelled to pinch your cheeks (but refrains, not wanting to rudely awaken you).

When it’s time to go, Nadia lays a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers your name. She guides you back to your room, holding you close and keeping you warm in the chilly night air. She makes sure you have everything you need before snuggling up beside you in bed<3

You’re dazzled by the multicolored lights flashing before your eyes, changing with each powder Julian tosses into the fire. There’s so much joy floating around the campfire, you find yourself feeling utterly relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that you lay your head down in Julian’s lap and pass out.

Julian’s too busy showing off his magical powders to notice you’ve fallen asleep, at first. But when he finally does take notice, he makes sure to quiet down. He rubs small circles on your back, gazing thoughtfully down at your peaceful face. He’s glad to see you so restful.

When it’s time to go, he doesn’t bother to try waking you. Instead, he carefully lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your room. He’s so very gentle when he tucks you in, stealthily sliding into bed beside you and cuddling you close <3

Portia practically pulls you into her lap when she notices you yawning. With a wink, she promises she’ll wake you up if anything crazy exciting happens. You smile up at her before falling asleep to the comforting sensation of her combing her fingers through your hair.

You’re knocked out for the remainder of the bonfire. Portia makes mental notes of all the things you’re missing, ready to regale you with all of the nonsense that occurred while you slept. She marvels over the fact that you could sleep through Lucio’s racket (though she did see your face twist in what could’ve been annoyance when he was being particularly loud). She was quick to quiet him down, shooting him a dirty look.

When it’s time to leave, Portia leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on, cuddle bug. It’s time to go.” She giggles as your eyes flutter open and you flash a quizzical look her way. She’s never called you “cuddle bug” before and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You can’t help but laugh a little as she guides you back to the room, ready to settle in for the night with you <3

Muriel has been silent, as usual, the whole of the night. But you’ve caught him smiling a few times. He seems a bit mesmerized by the changing colors of the fire. Seeing him relaxed makes you feel even more relaxed than you already were. You lay your head down in Muriel’s lap, which startles him at first, and decide to close your eyes for a minute.

Well, a minute becomes a while. You’re lulled to sleep by Muriel’s warmth, the crackle of the fire, and the gentle rush of the waves. Muriel is rigid when he discovers you’ve fallen asleep on him. He doesn’t move a muscle the entire rest of the night, terrified to wake you up. In fact, he barely breathes in fear of rousing you (something you’ll laugh about later).

When it’s time to go, he awkwardly lifts you from the ground, cradling you gently in his arms. You wake up on the walk back to your room, but he keeps you snuggled up in his embrace. When you reach home, you fall asleep again, wrapped up in his arms <3

In the brief moment that night when Lucio is actually sitting still, you manage to lay your head in his lap. “Don’t you go falling asleep on me, MC!” he teases, catching you yawning, “The night is young, yet!” You roll your eyes at him, settling further in. Secretly, he’s happy you’re cuddling up with him.

Despite Lucio’s hullabaloo, you manage to fall asleep. When he looks down to ask if you want anything else to eat or drink, he notices you’re passed out in his lap. A lot of things go through his mind, all at once. He has half a mind to draw a moustache on you, smiling devilishly at the thought. But he’s also just really delighted that you’re relaxed enough with him to fall asleep.

He lets you rest (though he’s not very good at keeping quiet for you and, in his excitement over the bonfire, he definitely bonks you in the head a couple times with his knee which is followed up by profuse apologies, smooches, and hushes for you to go back to sleep). When it’s time to go, he shakes you awake (a bit unceremoniously), but makes up for it when you return to your room by tucking you into bed and cuddling up beside you <3

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theintrovertbean · 2 months

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Contrary to popular belief, I think Nadia is quite an obsessive partner. Like, y'all realize that she's in love with MC, right? She won't be like "eww no" when the love of her life asks her for an extra hug in the morning. Yes, she's busy with her Countess duties and she has so much stuff to do. I'm not saying she'd neglect her duties because she definitely wouldn't do that.

BUT. You can't tell me that when they're apart, she doesn't spend every moment of her day thinking about MC. She's signing some silly little papers about shrimp prices while fantasizing about cuddling and kissing them for hours. Put her in a room with literally anyone and she's gonna gush about MC at the first opportunity.

Yes, she's very dutiful. She works her ass of to make Vesuvia a better place. But she's also baby girl and a romantic. If she could choose between working or making out with MC, she'd gladly spend her whole life kissing them.

Also Nadia is hella possessive. She has to have at least a hand on MC whenever it's possible. You belong to her, got it? Anything you do makes her melt.

All this woman wants is to hold and to be held, but life often gets in the way. Please, give her all your love and affection because she craves it.

Nadia spent her entire life dreaming of this love. The entire Lost in Prakra tale proves that, hello??? Don't ignore that.

#nadia satrinava #countess nadia #the arcana nadia #the arcana #nadia the arcana #arcana nadia #nadia arcana #arcana #nadia x mc

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helshollowhalls · 5 months

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Portia: Stop! Put me down!! PLEASE!!!

MC, trying to put her on the Christmas tree: THE. STAR. GOES. ON. TOP.

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herdecisions · 11 months

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Saw my old posts on asra and

When is nix hydra going to make another game with the same art style + with also a heart wrenching story? 🤨

#im hungry for more plz lol #idk i just thought of it cus hoyoverse is so successful and coming out w games left and right #the arcana game #the arcana asra #asra alnazar #asra x mc #asra x reader #asra x you #asra x y/n #julian devorak #julian x reader #nadia satrinava #nadia x reader #asra x the apprentice #muriel x the apprentice #the arcana #been married to my man for 6 years atp

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 7 months

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Quick HCs!

The M6 favorite places to ♧winkwink♧

Asra - on top of the desert house. The stars shine bright, the wind brings the desert's scent, the bricks are still hot and the air is cool.

Nadia - that huge bathtub of hers, at dusk, when the city starts to glow behind the window.

Julian - the back of some infamous pub or nightclub, with the voices and music still ringing in your ears and the fear of being found.

Portia - her big, comfy bed. The morning sun sliding in through the lace curtains and the breakfast on her bed table still hot and fuming.

Muriel - on that big, soft patch of musk just next to the waterfall. The water sometimes gets to your backs, making you shiver.

Lucio - the opera theater, in his big opulent box, barely hidden by the darkness and the music.

#the arcana #the arcana game #nadia satrinava #nadia the arcana #asra the magician #julian devorak #countess nadia #arcana #the arcana smut #lucio morgasson #muriel arcana #portia devorak #mc x arcana m6

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zeroone-eleven · 2 months

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The Arcana; Masterlist

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A = angst, F = fluff, H = humor, HC = Hurt & Comfort, S = smut, UE = Upright Ending, RE = Reverse Ending

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Main 6 Headcanons:

M6 Gift giving & thought process [F] [UE]

Nadia Satrinava:

Nothing yet!

Asra Alnazar:

Nothing Yet!

Julian Devorak:

Nothing Yet!

Muriel:

Nothing Yet!

Portia Devorak:

Nothing Yet!

Lucio Morgasson:

Nothing Yet!

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l0vem41l · 3 months

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heart for brains.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort-esque but not really, fluff (?) sensitive reader who loooves being tough, a few pet names are used (darling, lovely—) but sparingly because i can never take things seriously 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic </3 」

↳ ft. asra alnazar, julian devorak, lucio morgasson, muriel of the kokhuri, nadia satrinava, portia devorak

author's note: less of the “One Bad Thing happened and it fucking destroyed me” type of sensitive even though that’s so real and valid and more of the "big emotions are slowly killing me always" type. sorry if they're slightly ooc! i'm playing the game again,,,, eventually :> need to get their dialogue right AWIOFJWRIHFW (┬┬﹏┬┬) more lighthearted in lucio’s part (cant stand this bitch!!!!! /affectionate), and unfortunately nadia’s and portia’s are criminally short (；′⌒`)........ i love them i just haven’t played their routes also also!!!! used some borders from @cafekitsune in this!! lmk if it makes things easier to read cuz i might keep it! (☆-ｖ-)

" life's hard when you're soft. "

▸ ASRA has grown the most familiar with your routine. you’re not quite fragile, as he’s come to discover— just that you tend to swallow your emotions down with a smile, only for them to rise back up at the slightest inconvenience. in a few moments— as predicted— the tears stinging in your eyes finally begin slipping.

he gently cups your face, even as you attempt to hide away and avert your gaze, drying your cheeks with his fingers. you swear to him, through mumbles and sobs that you’re trying to toughen up— you’re really trying— while insisting there’s no reason for you to be upset about your little predicament while you choke back the sob rising in your throat. they know you too well for those feeble attempts to convince them.

“shhh… it’s alright. it’s alright.” asra’s voice is understanding. patient. they wouldn’t care if you were crying over the smallest matter in the universe right now. all their focus is on calming you down.

while asra believes and insists that your capacity for strong emotions is a blessing and not a curse like you tend to think, he does wish that your tenderness would not be so abused by the world around you. at the end of the day, he reminds you that you’ve got his love— that he’ll always be there to wipe your tears away— but will always secretly wonder to himself about why you continue to be so recklessly kind.

even so, you’re never to blame for your big heart in their eyes. and slowly, everything they do to make the world a better place is in hope that one day, the world will be sweeter to you.

▸ JULIAN does quietly and internally freak out when he first sees you cry— not because he doesn’t know what to do, but rather because he hadn’t expected seeing you, out of all people, like this. you— the person who always seemed to find something to be happy about instead of dwelling on your misery. you— who frequently brushed off inconveniences and upsetting circumstances with little to no thought. you— who always bounced back, always saw it through.

oh, but he could never be upset with you for crying. not at all.

he knows he can’t just leave you sobbing your eyes out. so, with the sensibility that he has, he gently guides you to a quiet place for you and allows you to lean against him. he’ll attempt to talk you through it, even if you don’t feel like speaking, hoping that the one-sided conversation of his ramblings will at least distract you, if not soothe you.

your head to his chest, he takes one of your hands in his, while the other gently grips your hip. tells you how brave and strong you are— even if you don’t seem particularly inclined to believe him at the moment, shooting a small glare at him through watery eyes as he says these things.

“i wasn’t patronizing you,” he says, eyebrows raising slightly as your shoulders tense, “i mean it.”

you take a deep breath, gauging the sincerity of his words, before finally relaxing.

“‘m sorry… it’s stupid— i know it is. you shouldn’t have to do this.” you sniffle.

for a moment, julian only shakes his head in response, his thumb caressing the top of your hand as he squeezes it. “but darling, i want to.”

while he’s not as attuned with your emotions as asra, julian is good at getting you to calm down. will definitely do a few breathing exercises with you to help you ground yourself, in between his affirmations and reassurances.

▸ is it really all that surprising that LUCIO is completely clueless? in his eyes, everything was going completely fine for you two seconds ago— or so it seemed. here he was, just coming by to check on you, only to watch you crumple into yourself, hiding your face in your hands as you muttered a half-hearted “go away.”

he’s too stubborn to listen to that. besides, even he knows he’d be a massive asshole if he just left you like this. instead, lucio sits right next to you, shoulder pressed up to yours, and asks about what happened. perhaps pester is a better word.

while not intentionally rude, he’s slightly dismissive of the situation at first, wondering why in the world something so trivial would matter so much to you. it takes a second, but lucio backpedals on this immediately when he realizes you're not calming down, you're getting worse. your breathing grows quicker and more tears spill— you don’t even reply to him. oopsies. silent comfort it is.

he’s not completely useless. instead of using words, he’ll put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, allowing you to cry it out for as long as you need. part of you wants to question when he gained the capacity to shut up— but you don’t feel the need to be particularly snarky at the moment. he’s trying his best to be sweet to you.

will be more attentive for the days after, assuring you that you needn’t give into the urge to “toughen up” when he’s around.

“stay soft, i can fight.” he grins, giving you a wink that makes you roll your eyes at him almost instinctively.

still, the tiny laugh that escapes your lips ends up betraying any sort of exasperation you meant to convey as you playfully hit his bicep as you tell him to quit. was his tone light hearted? yes. was he kidding? of course not.

▸ there’s a moment where your lip quivers and your eyes water up that makes MURIEL feel like he’s looking into a reflection of himself somehow. his heart sinks completely at the sight of you breaking down, as he searches for the right thing to say.

he’s flooded with relief when you make an attempt to speak first, even if it’s just you stumbling over your words to lie directly to his face.

you take in a shaky breath, awkwardly shrinking yourself away by crossing your arms. “it’s fine, it doesn’t matter—”

“it matters to me.” he replies softly.

muriel is much better at listening than he is at speaking in these situations, so he allows you to vent all you need as you cry. you feel these emotions so deeply, so strongly— he wonders how you managed for so long concealing these feelings.

“yeah… i get it.” he murmurs, nodding when you rant. to his horror, the tone comes out much more blunt than intended— almost sarcastic— but you know that he understands the minute you look into his eyes. he’s nothing but honest.

after a moment of silence, he asks what you need. you don’t verbalize, instead opting for awkwardly gesture with open arms, half expecting him to hesitate at your request. instead, much to your surprise and his he simply brings you close and sets you on his lap. holding you in his arms like he’s afraid you might break if he tightens the embrace any further, muriel hugs you like you’re the most precious thing in the universe.

leans more on acts of service as a form of comfort as well. will bring you water, blankets— will even brave the market to buy you your favorite snack. anything for you.

▸ NADIA’s first attempt is to deal with it logically. initially, she asks you a lot of questions, asks what she can do better— but ceases the minute you struggle to respond, only shaking your head while the words incoherently fall from your lips between sobs.

she sighs, realizing her short-comings. now isn’t the time for problem solving. you need comfort. “forgive me, lovely. i didn’t mean to upset you further.”

LUCIO TAKE FUCKING NOTES.

her embrace is loving. it almost feels like she’s trying to shield you from the world and it’s harshness towards you. nadia plants a kiss to your temple before allowing you to rest your head on her shoulder. as you stay in her arms, she rubs your back, promising that everything will be alright.

she’ll make sure of it too. will 100% throw a sharp glare at anyone who accidentally intrudes on this moment.

▸ it’s almost instinctual, the way PORTIA responds. you haven’t said a thing, yet she notes the way your hands begin trembling, eyes brimming with tears. she immediately gets protective, asking which idiot made you feel so upset with full intention to beat their ass if she ever crossed paths with them— but questions no further when you don’t reply.

physically affectionate as ever, with your permission, portia kisses your tears away, pressing her lips to your face sweetly as she cradles it in her hands.

will not baby you for being sensitive, but will grow more defensive of you. of course she knows you can handle yourself like you keep on reminding, but you’ve been doing it for so long. too long. shows you that she’s right there to support you no matter what, always on your side.

" you've got our love "

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to-the-stars8 · 6 months

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Twin Flames

Asra x MC Summary: The final argument that results in Asra leaving, and you all alone.

“There is a ship leaving in an hour,” Asra said, eyes panicked and pleading. “Come with me, it is all I'll ever ask of you again. For me.”

At one point, Asra could have asked you for the world, and you would have given it to him. Now, as you looked at him, you decided not. There had been too many lonely nights thinking over the same broken promise, and you would not fall deeper into his pit of distant love.

Yet, you knew that, if you came to it, there would be no worry. Asra would take care of you, and the two of you could lay under a tree in a foreign land in each other's arms. You felt dread at the thought. It was a tragedy that all the hope in the beginning had come down to disappointment and frustration. It exhausted you, wearing your mind thin. As it did his. You could see it, the way the weight of your distance and separate desires carried him down.

Sucking in a breath and averting your eyes, you listened to the silence of the city. It once bloomed with excitement, and it had been so loud that it made you feel alive. Then, the plague had swept through so fast, killing it. It made you want to stay despite your love’s cries to run. Whether you desired to save the constant excitement so you would feel a little less alone, or the good nature you liked to think you had, you did not wish to know.

“Leave if you must,” You said. “But do not ask this of me.”

Asra’s eyes were filled with tears, but he refused to acknowledge them. He shook his head. “Please, you have to—For me. You forget that you promised to always be with me.”

Anger tore through you. He dared to say that when he left you alone so often. Scoffing, you stepped away from him as you were afraid of what your rage would make you do. You began to cry, and a thousand curses passed through your mind. You wanted to hate Asra, to be able to cast him aside, but he had loved you so well and deeply despite the shortcomings.

“You—” You sucked in a breath. “You cannot expect me to uphold a promise you never kept.”

“I have asked for your forgiveness a thousand times, and will do so a thousand more if you wish.” Asra looked ready to beg on his hands and knees. “You must come. People here are dying like flies, and will die before I let you suffer the same!”

“Then I hope we burn on the same pile of bodies so we will never part again,” The words did not feel like yours. They were heavier, darker.

You regarded one another silently before Asra could no longer hold himself up. He collapsed onto the couch, head in hand. You did not move toward him.

“Please,” Asra whispered. “For me.”

“You are selfish,” You said.

Asra looked like a kicked dog, but your sorrow and anger would not allow any pity. No, you almost felt justified to hurt him, as nasty as it felt to admit. Either way, he did not deny your words. “You are not the only person in this city. I can help people here—I have the means to.”

Asra stood again, rushing to you with arms out and palms up, confused. “And what then, hm? If you find the cure do you think Lucio would let you be regarded as the hero?”

“No! How can you not understand?” You faced him now, eye to eye. “These are our friends! People that have been part of our lives for years—”

“Damn them all! None of them matter if they are not you,” He cried, grabbing at you desperately.

“You would say that of Muriel? ” You yelled.

Asra scoffed before turning his back on you. On his shoulders Faust curled tight around him, unused to her master’s anger and yours. “You know I did not mean that. I have offered for Muriel to come with us, but he is safe outside the walls of the city.”

You did not wish to say he was right, so you quieted. Wiping your eyes, you let your anger finally resolve and reach for him. When your hand met his shoulder, Asra jerked away, eyes turning to narrow onto you.

“Asra,” You said. “I am going to stay. Leave, it will give me comfort to know that you are safe. My heart will always be with you. Please know that.”

His face was like stone. Unchanged from the hate that was plastered on his face from the moment he turned to you.

“I wish I had never met you,” Asra gritted out before rushing out the shop door.

Your love for Asra gnawed painfully at your stomach. It yearned to call out for him. Beg for his forgiveness. Forgive me, you wanted to say. Forgive me for the choices I want to make, and do not hate me for it.

You didn’t know how long you stood there staring at the door. Though, by the time your senses had returned the night had turned into day by then, an orange hue coming into the shop through the stained glass window.

Still, you did not move as the sun's rays poured into your corner of the world. Compared to before, it seemed so small. Almost suffocatingly so. And, now the shop was quieter than you thought possible.

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