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thefishermansharbor · 11 months

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What does the arcana do when they’re caught making out with you?

The arcana x GN!Reader

Synopsis: This won my most recent poll, so how do the main 6 in the arcana react to someone walking in on them kissing their partner?

Asra Alnazar:

He kisses you more passionately as to prove how much he loves you in front of people. He doesn’t even notice the other person for a solid minute.

If you’re conscious or embarrassed about it, he’ll happily stop. He might stop physically - but while he’s waiting for you guys to find a more private spot, he’s fantasizing about you.

He’s completely guiltless about it as well. Doesn’t feel a tad of embarrassment or shame. Although he does blush a bit, but that’s because of his attraction to you. Not because of the situation.

The thing he might do however is politely excuse you both from the person who walked in on you.

“O great magicians, the countess has requested an audience with you!” The chamberlain shouted, from outside your room. Displeased at your lack of response, the chamberlain shouts once more. “O great magicians, COME AT ONCE!” They sighed, shaking their head before shoving the door open.

“ … Magicians?”

You’re sat on Asra’s lap, facing him. The two of you are kissing passionately and there are several lipstick stains of your shade of lipstick going down his neck and around his face. He seems to be happy as ever, not even noticing the shouting from the chamberlain.

“ .. MAGICIANS!”

Asra rolls his eyes and looks over, breaking away from the kiss. Staring at the chamberlain, he says casually, “ .. oh, it’s you. Hello.” You slowly get off of Asra and wave awkwardly. He smiles, “ tell Nadi we’ll be there in five minutes.” Before the chamberlain can respond, Asra pulls you in again. Not caring at all for the poor chamberlain who’s stood in the doorway stunned and weirded out.

Nadia Satrinava:

Depending on who it is, she’s either only a little embarrassed or super embarrassed. There is no in-between.

If it’s a palace servant, she’ll simply blush a bit but quickly recollect herself and help with whatever task is in need of her attention.

If it’s a friend or family member, she stutters awkwardly and is more or less unable to reply normally. She just stands there in silence but in her head she’s screaming.

She’s not ashamed of you at all - she just wants to keep her private time private when it comes to servants, and with her family - she doesn’t tell them much and most likely didn’t tell them about your relationship yet if she wasn’t 100% sure you were the one.

Nasmira is watering the garden, one of her favorite parts of the vesuvian castle. She adores the little grass labyrinth behind the palace, and always tends to it when visiting her dear sister. She snipped off stray branches and leaves, and then crossed the corner to move ahead.

She paused as she you and Nadia together, kissing. You have your hands running through Nadia’s long hair, and she’s rubbing circles onto your back while you both are immersed in each other.

“DiDi?” Nasmira says, surprised to see you and Nadia.. Like that.

Nadia turns, and shrieks before covering her mouth. “Oh my! Mira, I– I–..” She immediately lets go off you and steps a foot or so away from you. “Why, I wasn’t expecting your company today..” She says, her face covered in a pinkish blush.

“ .. Now I know why you talked so fondly of your magician friend.” Nasmira teases, smiling warmly at the both of you.

Julian Devorak:

He blushes slightly, but doesn’t really care. He’s happy when he’s around you, and not much could possibly sour his mood whenever you’re around.

Is very polite about it. He’ll stop kissing you and focus his energy on the other person, but will still want to be showing you appreciation by having an arm wrapped around your waist, or holding your hand.

He doesn’t feel the need to keep going as soon as the person leaves, but he will if that’s what you want. He’ll do whatever you want <3

Julian peppered your face in kisses, sat in the living room of Mazelinka’s house. He moved over to your lips, kissing you passionately and planting his hands on your torso and waist. He felt as if he were on cloud 9, so infatuated with you and all of your quirks and kinks.

A figure came back through from the kitchen, carrying a large bowl of soup and staring impatiently back at the two of you.

“ oh ho ho, Am I interrupting something?” Mazelinka said with a smirk. Shaking her head at the display of love you two were undergoing in her living room.

Julian moves his head back, stopping the kiss. His hands still lingered on your body, but he turned over to look at the older woman. “No, not at all. We were..” He cleared his throat. “ .. just being in each others’ presence.”

“ Oh no, continue. I could use more grandchildren, it’s been a while since I’ve had some children to look after. But just not here – I’m trying to eat.” She sipped at her soup, staring at the two of you and then at the door. “ GO! I’ll only be alive for so many more years, you two could stand to speed up the process a bit..”

He just laughed and smiled, interlocking his fingers with yours.

Muriel the outsider:

Is the most embarrassed out of everyone else on the list. He’s blushing furiously and goes extremely quiet and timid.

He’s already nervous in front of people - he definitely doesn’t need this extra attention! Poor guy covers his mouth with his hands, as if to conceal the fact that you’ve just been kissing.

He lets you smooth it over - he couldn’t handle talking to anyone else but you after that embarrassing incident! He’s completely and utterly horrified to say the least.

Just sort of stares at the person. To any normal person, it’d look like he was glaring to high hell but to him he’s just afraid of having to deal with it.

After a long day, Muriel couldn’t have thought of anything better than to go home with you and have a ‘loving’ session. You two were on top of the rug in front of the fire at his hut, he was kissing your neck and shoulder. He felt so loved and appreciated.

The keylock jingled, and Asra walked through.

“Muriellll~!” He said in a sing-song voice. “I can’t find [Name], have you seen the–... oh.”

Muriel stares at him blankly. A mix of shock and shame washing over him at once. You smile, and stand up to go hug and greet Asra. He covers his face with his left hand, his eyes never leave the floor as he can feel himself go beetroot red. He can’t help it, he’s just so confused on why he didn’t hear Asra come in and why he didn’t spare himself this situation.

Lucio Morgasson:

Isn’t embarrassed at all. If anything, he’s angry. He thinks the person has a lot of nerve bothering him while he’s trying to enjoy his private time with his lover, how foolish of them.

He probably either insults them or shouts at them, to which you have to tell him not to and that it’s totally fine.

If the other person is grossed out, you’re probably the one smoothing the situation over entirely.

His logic is ‘ I’m count and I say the shit I want.’ So he feels no remorse for shotuing at the other person either.

Lucio’s eyes traced the outline of your body with a feverish grin. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing you by the arms and going in for a deep and long kiss. Neither one of you breaks until you’re both almost out of breath, in which you give it a minute before going back to it.

A servant whips past the two of you, accidentally splitting you apart. The poor servant doesn’t even notice as they hurry past you and start scrubbing a spill from earlier. Lucio looks down at them in silent outrage.

“ Do you know who I am? It is I, your very count! How dare you interrupt my private time!” He yells, the servant looks up nervously.

“ oh, my lord! I’m so sorry my lord, please I didn’t mean it!” they beg.

Lucio spits at them, “ – leave my sight, please.” He shakes his head as they scamper off in fear. “ Get lost! You’re fortunate I don’t fire you!” All you can do is give them an empathetic look before tangling yourself once more with your lover.

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Hello! So sorry I've been gone, my account got hacked and I had to make a new one entirely. How annoying is that? Very annoying! Don't worry though, I'll be reposting my old content as well as coming back with all of my new work.

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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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demetris-cocksleeve · 1 year

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hi, you may have seen my username recently in your notifications, i have gotten reobsessed with the arcana and i love your work.

may i request; the main six with a gn!partner who forgets/puts off taking care of themselves (eating, hygiene, etc.) unless theyre practically dragged off to do it? thank you!!

(A/n: I have and I appreciate all the support!❤)

Word Count: 1,944

Summary: If you won't take care of yourself, your partner will

Warnings: Various forms of self-neglect, Mention of injury/blood in Portia's, Reader's hair is long enough to put into a bun in Julian's

Age Rating: None

The Main 6 x Self Negligent! Reader

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Lucio:

"Who's a good boy?~"

Melchior flops over for belly rubs as you continue to coo at him, his female counter part having gone to lay down in the shade a bit ago.

"You are, you're such a good, handsome boy, aren't cha? Yes, you are! Yes, you are~"

You're in the garden playing with Mercedes and Melchior as you had been most of the day. Opting to enjoy your rare day of relaxation.

After a few more scratches to his kick spot, Melchior abruptly sits up before bolting behind you. Turning, you're met with the one and only, Count Lucio. You knew he'd show up eventually. He always does. Whether it's to bother you, escape the courtiers, or to genuinely spend time with you, the count always has a bit of time with you each day.

"Y/n." Never learned to properly greet, huh?

He strides over to the tree sheltering Mercedes from the blistering sun, plopping down uncountly to lean against it as well.

"Hey, Luci," You're lucky you're his partner or you'd never get away with calling him as such. "What's it today? Come to pester me about distracting the dogs? Or has Valerius been getting on your case again?"

He places a hand dramatically against his chest as he feigns innocence.

"What? I can't just visit you out of the kindness of my heart? I'm wounded, truly, I am."

"Har har. It was Volta, then?-"

"OH! I just can't stand it! How does she put so much away?? And the chewing noises-" He cuts himself off with a shiver. "Ughack."

There it is.

You can't help but laugh. "She really can out eat the best of them, huh?"

"Speaking of- Have you eaten today, darling?"

Uh oh.

"Yeah, totally!" You lie.

"That's good. The chef really knows his way around a duck," Lucio's hand fall to scratch between Merchior's ear as he rests his head in his lap.

You nod in agreement. "He really does," you hum.

"You know what's funny?"

"What?"

He spares a glance your way before returning his attention to the dogs.

"Lunch was veal, not duck..."

There's a silence before you rush to explain yourself.

"To be fair, I-"

"Uh uh, no excuses." Lucio stands, brushing the dirt off his trousers before offering you a hand up. "Let's go get some food in you, sweet."

There's no arguing with him, so you let out a sigh and let him hoist you up.

"Let's go, then..."

Portia:

"Hey, Y/n? Have you seen- Oh my god!"

Portia drops the basket she's carrying as she catches sight of your arm.

She rushes to you as you stand frozen in shock. Her outburst and sprint towards you happening a bit fast to process.

You're snapped out of it when she grabs your arm, gently guiding you to a wicker chair.

"What happened?" Her fingers lightly graze over the cut on your arm.

"I, uh, had a slip up with one of the garden tools."

She looks up at you as she asks, "When did it happen? Some of the blood's dry..."

"I don't know..." You look at you lap, "Maybe 1 or 2 hours ago?"

Her grip tightens. "Why haven't you bandaged it up?? I swear, you remind me too much of Ilya sometimes."

"I had a lot to do, so I figured it could wait." The branches above cast Portia's face in a scary light as she glares at you.

"You put off fixing your sliced open arm because you had work to do!?" Well, when she puts it like that...

"I'm sorry," you whisper, gaze still on your lap.

Her look softens. "Sweetie... I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just-"

She lets out a breath, "I know you forget to take care of yourself and I worry that one day, you'll get seriously ill or hurt and I won't be there to-" She cuts herself off and you don't say anything.

"C'mon," Portia pulls you up with her. "Let's get you patch up, hmm?"

As if she can sense your oncoming argument, she says, "You can finish your work after."

Julian:

You wince as your hair is tugged once more.

"Sorry! Sorry, love. I can't seem to get this hair tie out; it's got some hair tangled around it..." Julian says as he tries to pry the band out.

"It's fine. You don't have to do this you know. I should have stayed on top of it and not just thrown it into a bun."

"I know I don't HAVE to but I WANT to. I like taking care of you, which helps since someone-" he reaches around to bop your nose, "-forgets to do it themself."

"Got it!" With one final tug, the hair tie comes free of your tangled strands. "Do you still have the brush?"

You pass it back to him and make yourself comfortable against his legs. You already know it's going to take a while to get all the knots out.

Julain takes the brush in one hand and the best version of a section that he could separate and gets to work. A calm silence settles over the both of you as he works. He starts from the bottom, lightly dragging the brush through the tangles, his movements rhythmic as he moves the brush up bit by bit.

Once the section is done, he runs the brush from root to tip to ensure it's done.

Section through section, Julian combs through your hair, successfully detangling the week's worth of knots. By the time he's finished, you're practically asleep against him.

Brushing through your whole head once more, he finally speaks.

"We're finished, dear," He gently sits you up, laughing when you groan in protest.

Nadia:

"What do you mean they haven't eaten in two days!?"

Oh no. Here it comes.

You know she's not going to accept your reasoning, but you really wanted to get this done. So what if you were a bit hungry, you were on a roll and would lose your creativity if you stopped now. You're almost done anyway.

The door to your room opens and Nadia comes storming in.

"Mind explaining to me why the kitchen staff just told me you haven't even touched the food they've been bringing you the last two days?" She stands with her hands on her hips as she waits for your response.

"Um..." You know she knows. she just wants you to say it out loud.

Yielding, you finally say it. "I was working on something... It's for your birthday so I wanted to get it done."

She pinches the bridge of her nose. "As much as that is incredibly endearing, you shouldn't put yourself in dangerous situations for a gift."

You balk. "It's not a dangerous situation though. If I keep working, I'll have it done by tonight!"

"That would make it three days with no food, and I'm guessing no water if we stay on theme." You don't like how she read you so well...

Before you can't respond, Nadia continues. "What if it didn't get done today, or tomorrow, or the next day? How far would you push yourself to get this done? I know how passionate you get about things and that's why I'm so stern about it. You're willing to go 36 hours without food or water for a present; what if it was something bigger? You could, in all honestly, die because of your passion."

She's right. You hate that she's right, but she is nonetheless.

"That's not happening on my watch, petal. Let's get some food in you and then you can go back to work."

Yes! You thought she was going to ban you for the rest of the day.

"Only until dinner, then you're done for the day."

Damn it.

Asra:

"I'm going to start a bath, would you like to join me, Y/n?" Asra calls from the other side of the door.

You had been working on perfecting a spell for the last few days. You locked yourself in your old room-turned-study just in case something went wrong; only opening the door to grab the tray of food the magician would set out for you or to use the bathroom.

Unintentionally, you'd put off cleaning yourself, which is probably why Asra was asking.

A bath honestly sounded like pure heaven, but you were so close to getting the spell right.

Another knock sounds out and you sigh. You really should take them up on their offer, but what if you forget how you did it last time?

'That's why you've been logging every attempt,' you remind yourself.

'But what if-' 'No, you need to bathe.' You quickly scan your notes to make sure everything's in order.

Once you've concluded that every thing is as it should be, you call out a 'Coming' to your partner. You know he's still outside the door so you quickly put your things back in place and head to the door.

"Fucking hell..." You sigh as you sink into the hot water, leaning back to rest against Asra. The heat doing wonders for your sore back.

"Spending days hunched over a desk doesn't do much good for you, huh?" They tease you.

You simply hum in response as he grabs your favorite soap, lathering it up before massaging it into your tense shoulders.

"Relax, I've got you..." They rub over a particular spot that causes you to go lax. "Would you like me to help with your spell? I think I have some ingredients that might make it easier for it to do what you need."

"At this point, that's all I want," you chuckle.

"Thank you." you turn your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

"Anything for you, love."

Muriel:

"Y/n?" Muriel asks as he enters your shared room.

"Yeah?" You respond.

Have you ate or drank anything today? I don't think I've you leave the room today..."

"I haven't, but I'm plan to in a bit, I just want to finish this book first."

"Oh, okay." He turns to leave but pauses, turning back to you. "How much is left?"

"Uh..." you flip to the last chapter to do the math.

"Like, 16? Maybe 18. Why?"

Muriel stares at you for a moment before striding towards you. Once by your side, he gently grabs your book, marking your page and setting it to the side.

"Hey- What are you doing?"

He takes your hands as he answers, hauling you to your feet. "It's getting late, you need to get something into your system."

You're slightly taken aback, you have to admit. Muriel is rarely assertive; always mumbling or trailing off his sentences and just generally lacking confidence in himself. So for him to take the initiative to pull you from your reading with out so much as a stutter is a bit shocking.

"I know, but I already said that I'll do it once I finish my book." You lightly protest as you follow him through the hut.

"...You're not- You're not going to be able to finish it today, though..." Just like that any assertiveness is gone.

It makes you break, allowing him to sit you down and place a bowl of soup and a roll in front of you.

"Eat with me?" you request, taking a bite of the roll.

God, this man can cook. You don't know where he learned it, but he makes some of the best bread you've ever had -it practically melts in your mouth.

He nods, moving to grab his own food, sitting down across from you as you both talk about anything that comes to mind.

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zeroone-eleven · 1 month

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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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laughsinfandom · 1 year

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Younger Adopted MC {M6 Headcanons + Mini Fic!}

“Hey I hope you are well, do you do plutonic fics like a teen mc who's kinda like a sibling to the main 6?”

Hello! Hopefully this is close to what you asked for… I’ve caught a cold from a friend of mine and it’s hitting me right in the gut so I’m sorry if some of these seem a bit off…

T-T

Thank you so much for requesting though! ❤️

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Asra

He often saw you about in the market place, after discovering your rather unique take on magic and interest in it. He decided to take you under his wing.

After awhile you both grew closer.

He kept an eye on you, gave you housing and food.

While you both practiced magic you’d attempt to toss small magical jolts towards Asra. Which resulted in a small, of course playful fight.

He would always win.

When you hurt yourself practicing magic he’d always attempt to heal it, if it went beyond his abilities he’d take you to whoever he could.

(Usually Julian but sometimes he’d rather just do it himself.)

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“You know, you could just ASK to use my deck right?”

He had caught me, Tarot deck in hand. I grumble an apology as he looks at me. Giving him a huff I gently place the deck into his hand.

“I just wanted to see..” At my words he chuckles, a large smile now on his face.

“Again, you could have asked! Come on, I’ll show you.”

You perk up at his comment. “Wait really??” He gets a happy little pep in his step as he walks over to his usual spot at the table, he gestures for me to come with.

I happily hop out of my chair and walk over.

“I’ll even teach you how to use it properly, how’s that sound?”

🎭 Julian & Portia 🐈

You had taken an interest in medical work which landed you right in the clinic of a Dr. Devorak.

You followed him around as an understudy and he just enjoyed your company.

He slowly opened up and started to treat you much like his own sibling Portia.

Speaking of her—

Portia would often come by the clinic to drop off some goods or just to say hey to Julian, which you always loved to see her but you two also became really close

You would both giggle to each other and poke small jabs at Julian while he was scrunched away in his office

One day he walked in on you both laughing and he asked what it was about, you both still to this day have refused to tell him he had a rather interesting hole in his trousers.

The three of you would hang out and get into some trouble when the time was right-

Since Portia worked at the palace it was sort of easy to get in and out unnoticed, You and Julian would constantly attempt to scare Portia while she ran around the palace doing small errands for the Countess.

Which she hated.

You and Portia on the other hand would rearrange Julian’s lovely Leech collection.

Slowly start adding more and more small SHINY random objects within his office.

Malak would go bonkers

You and Portia would run as soon as you heard both Julian and the Bird start cawing at each other.

——————

“Okay… one…two…threeeeee…NOW”

You and Portia Jumped out of the small closet within the Doctors office, both of you putting on your best scary face as the Lanky gentleman in front of you scrambled out of his chair, a loud scratchy scream vibrated the walls.

As he registered who was standing in front of him now he straightened out and put on a rather stern face.

“You two need to knock it off. One day i’ll-“

You cut him off with a laugh. “I’ll finally have to put my pirate combative skills to use!” His face went unchanged as you continued to mock him. Both you and Portia quickly fall to the floor attempting to catch whatever air you could back into your lungs.

Hearing footsteps coming towards you both you quickly look up to see Julian’s arms outstretched with sprawled out fingers, a very wicked grin on his features.

“That’s it.”

Portia gets the right idea first and quickly jumps up and books it out the office door, a loud “SORRY” can be heard as she runs away.

“Oh-“

🐺 Muriel

Inanna was the first one to sniff you out, and once she got your scent there was no running

Muriel followed close beyond

They found you all curled up and cold in the forest

Inanna being absolutely fascinated with you

Muriel not so much

Inanna managed to convince him to bring you home and get you out of the rain

While you made a quick recovery you managed to worm your way into this mans brain

As the days went past you began shuffling around his hut, whatever you could find to entertain yourself was enough

You managed to make a small fort out of the furs he had and Inanna fell in love.

He would come home from collecting things out in the forest and he would be stumped to find you both curled into each other in the small fuzzy fort

You would almost constantly find some way to mess with Muriel, whether it be misplacing his whittling tools or hiding away somewhere in the hut to only be sniffed out by Inanna.

———————

“Inanna Hush!” You whispered to the wolf, her tail only wagged faster and faster, a small happy yip falling from her mouth.

You were currently hiding away in the hut, underneath a pile of Fur. Muriel had been out all day and you wanted to play a small prank on him when he got home.

But Inanna was giving away your spot.

You heard loud heavy footsteps just outside the hut door and in a quick move of desperation you grab Inanna and pull her into the pile of furs with you.

“(Y/N)… Inanna?” Muriel low voice can be heard just barely against the furs. You felt Inanna tail begin to move against your leg and you quickly go to grab it, as you did so she licked your face.

You giggle as she continues to lick away at your face but your stomach sinks when the furs are pulled away from you.

Muriel stands before you, Furs in hand and a rather confused look on his face.

“What… are you two doing?”

Inanna jumps away and happily rubs against Muriels leg, another happy yip falling from her.

“Well… Ya see…I was supposed to scare you but, Inanna had different plans…” You huff.

👑 Nadia

You had been working as a palace worker for a while now, Nadia had taken a special interest in you-

She would often call upon you for small things, or even just to chat

The other palace workers were getting a bit jealous-

You seemed to be one of her favorites.

After a while she started treating you like a sibling-

Older sister dotting after their youngest sibling-

She would call you around the palace and ask for your assistance with personal matters or just to have tea with you

Your tea talks consisted of speaking about nobles, talking about new fashion that began popping up around the region-

Girl stuff

———————

“Now darling you HAVE to try on this outfit it will be perfect for the dance!” Nadia handed you a rather beautiful ball gown, but with the large smile on her face you just chuckled.

She whipped back around and began rummaging through a small jeweled box, when you turn to place the out on the small chair next you, you heard a muffled laugh fall from the countess.

“Now with THIS, you’ll look absolutely stunning!” She turns around with a small dainty necklace, a very large grin plastered to her face.

“Nadia, are you sure?” At your question she nods and quickly turns you around to hook the necklace around you.

Knock Knock

Both you and Nadia turn to look at the door, the countess straightens up and she walks over. When she peaks her head out you laugh a bit as you catch sight of a rather large tea pot settled upon a tray.

When she grabs the tray and sends the servant away she happily walks back over and hands you a cup.

“Now let’s talk, These guests will have the most-“

“Horrendous haircuts?” You giggle at Nadia’s face. Her hand goes to cover her mouth as you see her attempt to hold back laughter.

“Well, yes actually.”

You both erupt into laughter.

🐐Lucio

The count had almost ignored you entirely at first.

When you managed to befriend his dogs however, he became rather interested.

He began to follow you around as you busied yourself around the palace

He would ask you to clean his pictures

Maybe go polish one of his statues

For behind who he was you always seemed to be so sassy towards him

“You know, I could have you executed..?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well that’s a shame, if I die then there’ll be no one else to willingly polish your statues anymore.”

“I-“

You Just grew on him

He would almost always come to you and complain about his day or talk about people and you just listened

You would make fun of him sometimes for his rather bratty attitude and he would always attempt to fight you for it.

For all his talk though he never did actually fight you.

———————

“And THEN He had the NERVE to call me a-“

“Bratty child?”

“YES” Lucio’s voice reverberated off the walls of the room you were in, you were attempting to clean out this old novelty room but it was hard with the count constantly moving things and tossing and turning on the floor.

Much like a child.

“When are you gonna be done?”

“As soon as I’m done.”

Lucio groaned at your response and he sat up from the floor, you turn to look at him and you see him begin to look at the room rather intently.

“What’s the matter…?” You asked.

“This room needs more pictures of me.. or more so A picture of me.”

You couldn’t help but groan at his comment. But he was kind of right, almost every room in the palace had something that either looked like him or gave off his energy so this room was rather unique in the … non-lucio items that decorated its walls.

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thefishermansharbor · 11 months

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The M6 proposing to you!

The arcana x GN!Reader

Julian Devorak:

Julian is an excellent actor. In all different ways, if something is bothering him - only those who know him very best can understand that something is wrong. And right now especially, he was thanking the arcana that he was such an excellent actor. Because that way he could conceal his plan from you.

You walk into the study. “ You needed me, honey? Is something wrong?” you ask.

“ I was just curious about something, dear.” He says, extra sweetly. He has his tie on, and his eyepatch off. Whatever he’s thinking about is something serious. “ .. Have you ever thought about officiating a certain thing?”

“ .. what ‘thing’ are you talking about, Jules?”

He sighs, and smiles. He sweeps all of his desk’s contents to the floor, they make a loud clatter sound against the hardwood floor. He knew that this was not the time to put on a false face and act, this was the time to speak straight from the heart.

Julian can feel his worries about this fall away. The endless and long nights of staying up to rehearse and plan for this now felt.. silly. So incredibly silly, what good is pretending to be someone else in the moment he should most definitely just be himself? He was going to do this his own way. To say the things he truly feels, and not some silly pre - written words.

There’s only one thing left on his desk, a pearl ring. It’s not even in a box, it’s just sitting there, only accompanied by a second ring. He stares into your eyes, a cheeky smirk on his face.

“ Officiating our relationship, of course. Would you do the honor of marrying me, dear?”

Asra Alnazar:

Asra sighed, thinking of you. The truth was ever since he’d known that you loved him just as much as he loved you, he had been thinking of you. You were so unbelievably perfect in so many ways to him. Everything about you, your looks, your thoughts, your feelings.. He cherished it. It had been taken away from him - and he never fully recovered.

Asra worried that something else would split the two of you apart again. He really did, but then an idea crossed his mind. Marriage. You two had been talking about it before you caught the plague, and he started to think that it was a way to truly solidify your connection.

He waited for you at the fountain garden. A place that was special to the two of you. It was the early summer, a june evening. His favorite time of day during his favorite season. What better place?

As the noise of the castle slowly drifted off behind you, you came into Asra’s view. He had said to you that he wanted to tell you something important. He stood up from the edge of the fountain, his soft smile widening.

“ Hello, my love.”

“ Hi, Asra.” You say. He takes you hand and squeezes it gently. His eyes stared into yours. A breeze passed through the garden, the purple sky in the background made your lover look simply stunning.

“ .. I told you this morning that I wanted to tell you something. I’ve been waiting, ___. I’ve been waiting a long time.”

You listen, you could never know how carefully he’s considered every word and rehearsed it before now. He wants nothing more than for this to be as special as possible for you.

“ … but now the wait is finally over, my love.” He kneeled, taking out a small pouch, and taking one silver ring with both of your initials inscribed into the inside of it.

“ Will you marry me, ____ ?”

Lucio Morgasson:

Lucio sat up in bed, covered in cold sweat. He had a dream about you, and it could only mean one thing - he was being stupid. He was stupid not to marry you, you’re the most perfect person to him. You’re beautiful, perfect, and kind. He couldn’t think why he hadn’t yet put a ring on you.

He ran over to his own jewelry box, ransacking it for rings. Anything would do. All he knew is that he wanted you, and he wanted you now. He found one that looked like it might be your size - and before he knew it, he was running down the hall.

You’d said to him earlier that you’d be working on a project with Portia in the library tonight. He ran as fast as he could down the hall. Once he got there, he banged on the library door until Portia opened it.

“ .. Sir Lucio? What are you doing here?” She said, surprised. He was out of breath, and looked over Portia’s shoulder and saw you reading.

“ out of my way, Portia–” He said, shoving and squeezing past her. She let him get by, standing there confused.

He ran up behind you, tapping your shoulder. He was a man on a mission, nothing could’ve stopped him from getting what he wanted at that moment. You turned and looked at him,

“ Lucio? What is it?”

“ .. “ He stared at you for another second before acknowledging himself. Still a bit out of breath, and grabbed your shoulders before waving the ring near your face like a mad man.

“ .. marry me, here. Now.”

Nadia Satrinava:

She wanted to extravagant, she really wanted it to be a story you talked about for the rest of your life together. She had several servants, wedding planners, event planners, and even some family members invited to the palace to help her come up with the best plan she could. She only allows the best for you.

She thought long and hard about what to do, but eventually she decided on something she thought you’d like. She made a reservation for a small pizza restaurant. It was old fashioned brick-oven pizza, something she thought you’d like.

Nadia sat at the restaurant, waiting patiently for you. She had sent a carriage to the magic shop a little over 20 minutes ago. She shifted in her seat, she’d really dressed up for the event. She had painted her nails a deep red, the perfect manicure to show your rings off with.

“ .. Oh, Nadia, sweetie, I’m so sorry I’m late!” You say apologetically, rushing over to the table from the front. “ A customer knocked over the buckwheat frogskin and then I had to spent an extra half hour helping her clean herself up, and then cleaning the group.”

She pulled out your chair for you and give you a kiss on the cheek. “ It’s quite alright, darling.”

She sat back down and across from people, smiling at you. She’d planned to do it towards the end of the meal, but as soon as the bread came - she just looked at how beautiful you were. You were so beautiful and kind all the time.. Something came over her, and she stood up out of her chair.

She nearly knocked into a waiter, but she got down on a knee, and put her hand on your knee.

Nadia stares, she’d never been so confident in a decision. Ever.

“ Darling, Would you marry me?”

Muriel the outsider:

He was nervous about asking you. It was a large step in life, but you had helped grow into a better and more confident person, and he couldn’t imagine asking this of anyone else.

You’re sat near the fire with Inanna, journaling while Inanna’s asleep on your lap. The only thing that can be heard is your occasional laughter and Inanna’s soft snoring. Muriel smiled at you. He knew you were the one. The person, HIS person.

He walked up behind you, and sat down next to the two of you. He loved the way you looked at him, so full of love - and never full of fear. He tries to speak, but the words die in his throat. How is he supposed to do this?

Muriel takes a deep breath and stares at you. From your perspective, it looks a bit like he’s glaring as hard as he can. It makes you a bit nervous.

“ Hey, Muri. Is something wrong?” You ask, concerned about him.

“ I.. you.. Please, maybe– if you think you want.. W-we could.. I think that..”

He stumbles on his words, blushing. He puts a ahand over his face, you’ve been together so long and yet you still fluster him so very much.

He decides it’s best to just get it over and done with, the words come out bluntly but they’re still endearing and sweet.

“ I want to marry you!” He says loudly, but then he realizes how awkward he looks and his gaze softens. “ .. Please say yes.” he whispers.

Portia Devorak:

Portia knew she wanted to take advantage of her charm when it came to you. If there’s two things she loved, it was life at sea - and you, OF COURSE. One time while you were re-stocking the ship at one of the towns, she brought you off away from the crowd and onto a much smaller sailing boat.

It was perfect. The late afternoon sun on the harbor and coastline, it was just the two of you. With the exception of a sailor who was manning the boat while Portia romanced you. She was incredibly patient and listened a lot more than talked - you could sense something was different about this date, she almost always did most of the talking.

She had been very patient that day. She knew what she wanted, and she was ready to make that happen. She waited until the very best moment to ask, when the sun was setting and you were least expecting it.

She scooted a little closer to you, putting her hand on top of yours. She smiled, taking something out of her pocket.

It’s a pearl ring, perfectly your size. It’s beautiful, and you gape at it.. Too happy to realize that Portia’s started talking, finally you look over and she smiles at you. She loves you so very much.

“ Could you make me the happiest woman ever and marry me?”

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saintunhinged · 2 years

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spooky season with nadia, julian, and asra

Asra :

everyone knows that one of his favorite times of the year is around halloween

he’s a magician, think about all the cool stuff he could possibly do?!

each night before the 31st, he’s more than excited to show you each new trick he’s been working on since the beginning of the month

he is literally the best at his mischievous scare tactics

“I have to make a run!”

sometimes he’d have a really convincing reason as to what he was making a run for

other times you knew he was up to no good

Asra sneaks in through the back door, hoping to catch you off guard so he could have a bit of fun with you

you’d be sitting down reading a book, then the next second something moving in the corner of your eye would catch your attention

illusions! you sometimes knew they were always illusions

and if it weren’t for the comforting sound of his faint and intractable laughter giving a telltale sign of his true location, seeing a headless asra casually walking past would have terrified you

you smile at his half-hearted attempt to frighten you

“You can come out now, Asra,”

the illusion of your partner disappears in a cloud of purple smoke

definitely his magic

you stare purposefully at the counter, waiting for him to reveal himself from behind it

you see the fluff of his white hair first

the tips of his fingers emerge on the edge of the surface next, as he slowly uses it for leverage to pull himself up

lively amethyst eyes find yours, and even with his face still hidden from his nose down, you know there’s a smile of mischief curling his lips

“If you want to scare me you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

when he doesn’t move any further you take it upon yourself to get him up yourself, his eyes followed you the whole way

you’re shocked to see no body attached to his lower half!?!?

truly, the sight undeniably gave you the heebie-jeebies

you froze on the spot, unable to tear your gaze away from the half-person hanging on your counter

that is until you feel a pair of hands snake around your waist!

you nearly jump at the sudden contact that draws your attention

the image in front of you abruptly disperses with the same similar poof and swirling smoke from minutes earlier

this time you don’t have to turn around to be positive you found the real Asra, the familiar warmth radiating from him makes your sure of it

but you do anyways, just for the sake of it

“Really?!”

He erupts in a fit of precious giggles, and the sound quickly melts your heart

the stony expression you try painting over your face fades with each second his contagious laughing goes on

you can’t help but give in to the smile forming on your face

but little did he know, you were already thinking of a way to get him back

Nadia :

you leave ominous handwritten notes in various places around the palace

‘don’t go there!’ ‘I tried to warn you..’ ‘I saw what you did!’

to anyone who found the notes, it would appear it was specifically written for them

the servants and guards were growing paranoid not knowing who was behind it

soon they started reaching out to ask the countess about what was happening, but she immediately recognized your handwriting

“I assure you it’s nothing of the matter to worry about. It would seem someone’s having a little too much fun.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

Nadia isn’t particularly engrossed with tricks and pranks

though it doesn’t mean you can’t have any fun of your own, but nothing too boisterous or outlandish

and it surely doesn’t mean she stays in the background during this time of year

she makes time for you and her to enjoy the seasonal festival she plans each year for the town

the event typically lasts two to four days, but you intend to make the most of the experience

in the middle of the night, while she’s sleeping, you tiptoe out of bed and into the palace kitchen

it takes a hot minute to find all the ingredients you require

but once you do, you start your night task of baking cookies in the shape of pumpkins and ghouls

since she’s always going something for you, you decide to surprise her with them the next morning

Julian :

TALES!!

Julian has so many spooky stories he’s eager to share with you when you sit together and carve pumpkins

some of them are creepy, and while you wish they aren’t true, he refuses to tell you if they’re made up or not

admittedly, Julian’s carving skills could use some work, but you’re more than happy to assist him with it

he gets you to join him in the yearly apple bobbing contest down at the Rowdy Raven

the rest of that night would end in one of you being intoxicated by alcohol, and having to be carried back home

every eerie place he can think of that serves a right amount of fright, Julian wants to visit

foggy churchyards, the deep dark ends of the forest, and even ghost towns

of course, he had a story to keep you occupied on the way there and back

his intention is never to scare you

or at least not too much

so if he sees it’s starting to affect you, he wraps a protective arm around you and tucks you into his side

“Fear not, dear! I will protect you from all the terror in the world.”

if you tell him you want to go home, he has no complaint against it

he guides you both back to the shop where you cuddle in the confines of your home

Julian goes all out on decorations, and with his raven familiar, Malak, flying around and cawing, it truly creates the perfect seasonal display

the pumpkins you spend your afternoons carving are placed thoughtfully throughout the shop and on the ground outside the door

Julian asks if you can use your magic to turn the flame completely red

you’re happy to do just that

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zeroone-eleven · 1 month

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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:

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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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malaks-perch · 1 year

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uff, this is an assassin au with no specific character, please let me know who you'd like to see with this. nonspecific gender neutral reader, that could change. reader's parents are considered enemies to the crown basically and our reader doesn't know because they live deep in the woods. there may be mild mentions of violence, but not enough for a community label, lmk if you think differently bc i dont want anyone triggered by mild mentions of knives and death. this is probably like 0.3k words.

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i have thoughts of an assassin from the towering pillars and bustling crowd of the city weaving their way through clusters of whispering trees and through the spotted shadows conducted by the canopy above. it's probably the afternoon and the orders are deep in the woods, the offspring of some enemy to royalty is to be disposed of and left exactly where they were in the deep neck of these woods—

but the assassin stops.

the trees whispering halts and the breeze is so light that it doesn't keep the hair out of the assassin's face. they must push it back and they squint, kneeling in the underbrush at the target.

laid in the grass, a gaggle honk low and wiggle their feathery rumps as one dips it's head to regard the book in hand, but it's tilted so said goose may have a better look. laid underneath the shade of a dogwood, petals and grasses framing spotted ducks and you, the bastard of the miserable enemy of his master.

"now, mr. pekin, be warned this is not to be repeated to anyone else. we don't want gran's recipes getting out to jem or we'll have ourselves some trouble." you point an accusatory finger at the goose and it, mr. pekin, wags his fluffy little tail feathers and turns his head petulantly.

huh.

it seems your parents, with their lack of disregard for human life and treason for giving away secrets, are nothing compared to you who tell geese to behave as if they'll tell anyone of your recipe for gooseberry pie.

the assassin huffs an amused sound. how ironic. how coincidental, they think as they meet the eyes of a goose, mr pekin to be exact and mr pekin is furious.

the goose honks a shrill sound, smacking you in the face with it's bared wings as it waddles fast into the bushes and the assassin falls back without as much of a rustle with their hand in the grass before turning back right on time to curl a fist around the head of mr. pekin and the honking of his becomes muffled when the assassin's index and thumb curl around it's bill and the other catches the webbed, clawed feet that scratch through the assassin's trousers.

"mr pekin."

both individuals freeze. mr pekin and the assassin pause in their entanglement, one readies a wing while the other a knife for the same reasons, but with different targets.

"come on back," you call and the assassin ducks lower into the bushes to see that you're knelt by the base of the flowery tree and the other geese flap their wings nervously.

mr pekin takes a cheap shot at the assassin when their guard is lowered and is released from their hold. the goose honks and the assassin flinches back, ready for another fight with the bird as it glowers at him before it turns with it's head tipped up high and waddles slowly out the bush.

you allow the goose to come near, scooping the beast in your arms, and counting the others as you tuck your book into your apron pocket. retelling the geese that they have an obligation to their duties of eating slugs from your gardens and you of your chores before the sun begins to set, but the words become lost the further and further you go.

one throw and the dagger at the assassin's thigh could complete the job here and now, but...

the assassin's eyes flicker to you. your smile, the gentle way you guide the ducks, how you don't even bother to check over your shoulder like your father did every day since the assassin tailed him before his conviction in the papers. you can't be like them.

the assassin buttons the sheath and raises from his hiding spot when you're out of sight.

not you, the assassin thinks.

every lie, deception, and betrayal they've seen, this surely isn't one of them. not when you live so peacefully unaffected by the influence of your parents. there are flickers of choice between every target: who to subdue and who to let leave and who must inevitably be disposed of for fear of their rot.

you aren't of the dark or the blood of your parents. in you the assassin only sees life and it's succession.

you will not die today.

the trees whisper again and the assassin returns to the city with a bloodless knife.

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