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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 10 months

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

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

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

The Arcana HCs: When M6 find MC badly injured

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

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

-- to set the scene --

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

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

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

Julian

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nadia

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are her absolute priority

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

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

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

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

Muriel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Portia

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

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

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

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

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

She's the best nurse you could ask for

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

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

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

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

Lucio

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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haruhar-u · 6 months

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”The Stars Shine For You”

Asra x G/N reader

A/N: Asra is probably ooc since I realized I can’t really write his dialogue yet. But just take it as he’s probably stressed out because of finding a cure for the mc. It’s recommended you listen to Yellow by Coldplay while reading this :). Not beta read or edited

You leaned into your lover’s chest as they carried you out to the forest. Like a frail Victorian sickly child you wanted to see the stars; you didn't know if this was your last chance anyway. You felt bad for them to put it quite frankly. He was so invested in looking for a cure for you that you felt he barely left time for himself.

“Asra, can you put me down please?” You eventually asked them.

“Sure.” He smiled softly as he set you down on the mulch of the forest in a spot lit only by thousands of fireflies helping you steady your feet carefully.

To of which you immediately lay down on the grass. Immediately. Without hesitation.

“Whoa!” Asra reaches his hand out to you to help you up but you refuse it, trying to give him the hint that you wanted him to lay with you and just forget the world. You may be sickly and dying but for now you want to forget the world. Forget finding a cure. Your love with Asra was something beautiful you wanted to cherish forever.

He settled down next to you, Faust peeking out of his shirt. They gently caressed your face. “You’re skin and bones.” They said in a mere whisper. He furrowed his brow at you in worry. You thought you saw a stray tear running down their cheek. You never saw them cry before.

Meekly, you reached up to the night sky as if you were trying to capture the stars for the two of you. “My love, why do you cry? Look at the stars, Asra, they shine for us. And in them I see a future where you find a cure and we can be together. Hell, we can even get married”

He looked over and smiled softly at you. “I love that future for us.”

You spent the rest of night stargazing. Every time you’d cough Asra would suggest the two of you head back however you refused. You knew you’d be quarantined tomorrow. You knew this was your last night together.

Taglist: @xen-blank @edith-is-apparently-a-cat

#asra x mc #asra the arcana #asra alnazar #asra the magician #the arcana asra #the arcana #the arcana spoilers #the arcana game #asra x reader #asra x apprentice #the arcana angst

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artanddaddyissues · 2 years

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*cough*Are you sure that’s me stalking and not my doppelgänge?? / jk

Am doing great, besides the fact i am only going to be here until 3rd of April. WHY AM I IN MY ARCANA PHASE AGAIN AT SUCH A LATE TIME HHH.

Also, I might request some angst headcanons. Maybe someone being dead? Idk shha

Okay 1. ITS OKAY I joined late too, welcome to the club sis 💕

And 2. You. Are. Evil. But I will definitely do some angst for you. I secretly hope you CRY when you read this angst.

What the M6 do, when you die

Heads up: gender neutral pronouns for reader, M/C is yellow, very angsty, read at your own risk, mentions of mental health issues (anxiety, depression, etc…)

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"not... again..."

absolutely distraught, can no longer sleep, eat, think for himself, walk, breathe... etc.

Half his heart has gone, for good. Many times he contemplates sacrificing himself or other people in exchange for you to come back.

"I can bring them back again, right?"

shop closes for an extended amount of time, the baker starts to worry about him, the others regularly check in on him. He spends most of his days in his gate and the realms in hopes to contact you.

It takes him almost a year to leave the shop and care for himself again.

He curses everything and becomes pretty hostile for a while. Trust issues, anger, depression, everything sky rockets in the worst ways possible, and you aren't there to bring him back to his old self.

Asra needed you all the time. He missed your laugh, your touch, your aura. Living life without your presence made him feel like there was no point to living.

forgets how to function, in the worst way possible.

"Julian, when was the last time you ate?" "I can't remember...”

Walking disaster. He gets drunk more often, there isn’t a moment when he’s sober.

Asra checks in on him at least once a week since he knows how bad Julian can get.

He closes his clinic and tries to stay hidden from the others. He pushes everyone away, in fear of losing someone else.

This isn’t the first time he’s lost someone but, this one hurts the most.

You were the air he breathed. He missed giving you dramatic, romantic speeches and other little things.

He tries to tell Asra to teach him magic, in hopes of contacting you again through the magical realms, “maybe the fools realm.” “The realms are dangerous without-“ “I’ll take any risk to see them again.”

He looks at the collection of love letters, paintings, drawings, photos, anything to keep your face engraved into his mind.

Vesuviua mourns with her. Nadia has been such an incredible leader and so the city mourns when she loses you. I’m a way, the city lost you too, you did a great deal of good for the people of Vesuviua.

“I’ll find you in another lifetime, my dear.”

Like Asra, she knows how the magical realms work. Instead of sleeping each night, she travels to the realms to try and find you. She swears, she's getting close.

Everyone around her is understanding. the entire city saw how incredibly happy you both were together.

She is back to being alone again. Truly alone. Yes she has the others but you... you were there for her every moment of every day. Every breath she took, you were beside her. She had almost forgotten what is was like to be alone, thanks to you.

She dreads waking up and is always in a bad mood after another unsuccessful night of trying to find you.

Has a memorial statue of you in the gardens, facing her private balcony and she cries every time she looks at it.

"I need you back..."

Sobbing for weeks, never leaving his wing, punching holes through his walls, not taking care of himself...

He’s not angry after a few months but sad. He was very angry in the beginning, when he felt like he could have done something, but you can only convince yourself you’re useful so many times.

6 months after your passing, he treks to your home town to hold a proper burial for you.

The people around him in Vesuvia find it hard to see him like this. He could be a threat to anybody but they understand how much you affected him, so they all offer as much support as they can.

You taught him how to be a better person and without you reassuring him each day, he can only hold onto your words and do things he thought was right

he tried his hardest to stay strong in public but it was hard. He wanted to look strong always but the first few weeks were rough.

"Me and Pepi miss you... so much."

She buries you around her cottage, in a secluded corner. She watches every day, the tree you were buried under, grow and prosper. Little white and yellow flowers bloom in the spring and last the whole year.

Nadia gives her as much time off as she needs.

Now, Pfeels completely useless without you though.

The little things hurt the most. Waking up to you changing Pepi's litter, cooking only for one person again, not having any help in the garden, seeing all your clothes in the closet...

"It's okay Pepi..."

Julian visits almost every night for the first few months. He always comes ready to tend to Portia and make her feel as well as she can feel.

"This isn't happening"

he spirals into a long, very angry stage of denial. He can't accept the fact that you're gone when it feels like he just got you.

He makes a vow to himself, to never get attached to another person again in fear of losing them.

he blames himself all the time. "Muriel stop..." "I could have done something.

He can never go back to the person he used to be, because you changed him for the better but now you aren't around to see him anymore. And that kills him inside

Asra is over almost every night.

Inanna has had to pull Muriel out of bed for weeks on end.

He knows you would want him to continue living but its too hard without you there.

He and Asra venture through the realms to try and find you. Muriel is determined.

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 8 months

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This stuff is LONG and complex, and I’m not a native speaker. Which means, it’s hell, WHY BRAIN GOT NO RIGHT WORDS DAMMIT, but it’s also cool bc I can’t really understand HOW bad it actually is, so I’m less self-demanding about the actual style quality than in my own stupidly demanding language. Let’s get to the content then. I’m so very sorry for my children’s book language-level.

Pls believe that I am, in fact, not a child.

Tw:death, sickness, angst

and this is-

Loved & Lost

A The Arcana prequel fanfic - part 1

When the plague came, it started robbing you right away- it took your aunt and, before eventually claiming your own life, your love.

The wise woman who had been your magic mentor was one of the first to fall ill, as if the pestilence were trying to thin out the ranks of those who could stop it. She felt right away this was not a normal illness. The sickness got slowly the best of her body, as if it wanted to seep unnoticed into the city. Your aunt's body withered a little bit each day, her skin slowly tinging red by the engorged veins, but it never managed to steal her wits until the very end. When she was at last bedridden, she had Asra call for you.

You didn't recall where you were at that time. Your magical training was long completed, and you were travelling the world, scavenging for rare spell components, old scrolls and lost magic to bring home to her and to her new apprentice. You got home just in time.

The woman who was a little sore as you kissed her goodbye all those weeks ago now seemed barely more tangible than a ghost - pale and trembling, her clothes hanging empty from her once proud and graceful shoulder. But her eyes, although now tinted in red, were sharp and stern as they had always been.

You did not show any pity for her -she would never have allowed you to-, but when she took you hand in hers her gentle touch unveiled her deepest nature.

"I'm leaving, child", she told you. "But I need the two of you to stay as much as you can".

She called Asra by her side with a nod.

"I have lived a long life. The time I gave it back has long passed, but now death is catching up to me. Spare your tears and magic for the victims to come" she turn her head to face your friend. His purple eyes were veiled in tears.

"Asra, you're a mage now, your training is almost done. In fact, my nephew took my place as your master some time ago already. She'll be more than capable to fill in the gaps in your knowledge. Soon, you'll be a mage, but" - her eyes went narrow- "I want you to remember that you were took from the streets. Someone cared for you, listened to you, taught you everyone you know. You will have to pass your care on to whoever will need it. This is why I taught you magic". Asra couldn't do anything but nod. His lips parted, pronouncing a promise so feeble you couldn't hear -but your aunt did, and a faint smile showed on her chapped lips.

"Believe me, soon many will need it. But I know you'll both live up the cause. Now leave, I need to rest".

You didn't even take your travelling clothes off - you threw yourself into Asra's arms -now your apprentice's arms- to hold each other through the sorrowful night.

She died shortly after. Many vesuvian would have come to salute her, but you and Asra decided to do hold a more private gathering - you, him, and Faust. The snake was so torn that even her scales seemed to grey. She squeezed one last time your aunt's familiar, a pitch black crane called Hermes, who took flight as soon as the mage's funeral pyre was lit.

You kept your head high and your eyes on the flames, resisting the urge to bury your face on Asra's chest and cry your heart out. Instead, you held his hand tight, grounding yourself into the two things that mattered in that moment: Asra's love, and the promise you both made her - to stay and care for the city.

So, when the plague erupted in Vesuvia and Asra began insisting to leave, your fights became vicious.

✧

I want to really thank @wilson-artisan and @lovely-dove69 for their help as proofreaders. They un-dorked my writing a lot.

I feel that I must pay credit to various writers as well who inspired me: check bakuliwriter's "Hurt", that set ablaze my drama thirst. I can totally see it in the same timeline as this thing.

The other parts will be in te reblogs!

Navigate it from my masterlist

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pepperfellover · 8 months

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soooo I was planning on doing a comm ref sheet for a full illustration with the MCs in an angst Julian setting, in the cave or fallin into the water, then I forgor to make the post LOL

I’m ill about him once again

Anyway enjoy Ilya he’s wet and dazed and the apprentice ain’t too proud

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aceoftrashies · 4 months

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i got the arcana angst in my head so here

[The Arcana spoiler warning!! ]

Idk why, I was just listening to music and my brain concocted something angsty.

The Lazaret scene with Asra, but like;; the whole break down part of it.

Asra looking down at his hands at the dug up remains of you, tears streaming down their face a mile a minute and barely being able to take a normal breath through their cries.

Cursing as their hands rest to the ground, shaking slightly as they cried and began their loathing for the Count. Damning him and wishing you were still here, how much they'd give if it meant they could hold you close one more time.

Ugghhh my heart hurts now,,, <//3

(also, I apologize for the lack of posts,, I've been busy like NUTS!)

#the arcana angst #the arcana #the arcana asra

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the-acana-fan · 3 months

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Request Information

Hello! This is where I will have all of my rules for requesting!

I write for characters from The Arcana. Those characters being Asra, Julian, Nadia, Portia, Muriel, and Lucio.

Rules

I write mainly for male and gender neutral readers but will occasionally write for female readers.

I will do smut but nothing to do with pee or anything like that.

No pedophilia, incest, homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc.

I will do angst and stuff but won't do anything super gorey.

#the arcana #the arcana x male reader #the arcana x gn reader #the arcana angst #the arcana smut #the arcana julian #the arcana asra #the arcana nadia #the arcana portia #the arcana muriel #the arcana lucio

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rabidferretnightmares · 1 year

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Say My Name (Asra Alnazar x GN!Reader Angst) (Mordern!AU) (English)

here's the german original

A/N: Here's the English version for those of you fortunate enough not having to deal with the german language on a daily basis. I yoinked the entire thing through DeepL and proofread it a couple of times, but my English is only so good so I can't promise this isn't a pile of horse shit. Also, I am tired of editing this. If you can, I'd recommend you read the German original. In my opinion, the translation has suffered a significant drop in quality, but that might just be me. For those who like reading with music in the background: I listened to Say My Name by ODESZA feat. Zyra on loop while writing this. Hence the title. Enjoy~

cw: angst, gn!reader, modern!au, Asra goes by he/they, I wrote this during a case of sleep-deprived "ADHD brain said you have idea you must finish this n o w"

Asra stood at the platform, one hand on the cord of their burlap bag that they had slung over their shoulders.

The cool autumn wind blew a last wistful reminder of the day's sunshine through the subway station. There was hardly anyone else out and about but him. Out of the corner of their eye, they saw a portly pigeon heading toward a lady in her mid-forties with a pastry bag in her hand. Amused, he watched as the bird gave up after a while without being acknowledged in any way, shape or form and instead wandered off to the nearest trash can.

A more persistent gust of wind rushed over them and some of their fluffy white curls ended up in their eyes. His jacket was definitely no longer adequate for this weather. They wiped the stray curls out of their face and stared at the large billboard on the opposite side of the tracks without even consciously taking in what was being advertised.

They wondered if much had changed during their absence.

Even from down here, he could hear the cars crawling through town at snails pace in frustration due to the construction sites at the downtown intersection.

Footsteps echoed off the tiled walls and a man groaned as he heaved his mountain bike down the wide stairs to the track.

The subway should have been here 2 minutes ago.

Not that delays were out of the ordinary. Or a problem for that matter. Subways arrived every 5 to 15 minutes, depending on the time of day, and even in the evenings he had no problem getting to his job at Lucio's club on time. In the end, they didn't particularly care about being on time. Most of the time his lateness was not due to public transit, but the fact that their better half regularly needed a construction crane to get them out of bed.

A smile made its way onto his lips.

The various tactics to get him out of bed and to work were wide-ranging and required constant adaptation and creativity.

If he didn't hate his employer more than anyone else in the world and if it wasn't incredibly entertaining and at the same time so heartwarming to watch his partner struggle to get him out of bed each time, he would surely get up on time.

... But maybe they just liked to lie in bed.

The subway pulled in in front of him and the doors opened with a soft hiss.

Without a backward glance, Asra traded the windy track for the stuffy interior of the train. They sat down in a window seat right next to the door, zoned out, and watched as their own amethyst-colored eyes in the window dreamily observed the city rushing past them in the darkness.

Light-footed, he crossed the space between the subway and the track in one step and began his march home.

On their way they passed some scattered puddles and autumn leaves, which were still too damp to crunch under the soles of their boots. Bright garlands were strung between the houses on both sides of the street in the center of town. The air smelled of chestnuts and rain. Somewhere in a side street, he heard the door of a pub slam and someone bawled enthusiastically.

Some windows of the houses he passed were still illuminated, but most people were already in bed and slept at this time of day.

They wondered if they would arrive home to their partner being awake to welcome them back. Not that he had any problems or inhibitions to sneak into bed when his partner was already asleep, but after three months on the road he would prefer a welcome home kiss.

Their gaze focused from the street in front of him to the night sky above.

He could spot a few stars, their pale glow barely illuminating the night sky. The pallid crescent moon shone down on them almost reproachfully.

'Why are you still on the road?'

He focused his attention back on the road and picked up his pace, letting anticipation spur his steps.

In less than five minutes, they were at the front door, retrieving their keys out of their pocket.

The front door, warped as always, reluctantly granted him entry, and he immediately pressed the closest light switch, hoping that half the light bulbs in the hallway weren't broken again. After some delay,they heard a faint buzzing and light illuminated the hallway. Asra pulled the front door closed behind him and climbed the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

Then they finally stood in front of the apartment door. With a small click, the door opened and he stepped into the hallway. The familiar scent of vanilla, sandalwood and lavender hit him. They noticed a faint glow of light coming from the bedroom.

The apartment door was quietly closed by him.

"I'm back."

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beanswrites · 2 years

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"Negotiating With Death" Asra x MC, from The Arcana

Hey guys!! Here's the long-awaited awesome idea for the The Arcana/Greek Mythology crossover! Requested by @bluhame!!

Also, quick thought before we start: Hades here is written as a villain, just for the purpose of this story. DO NOT get me wrong, Hades is my favorite Greek god, an absolute king and we stan him all the way on this blog. Just to prove that, I will do a story of the Greek Gods!! Especially I'm a big fan of Hades x Persephone!!

Oh, and this is the first story I did from 1. person perspective (meaning MC tells the story)! Not all stories will be like this from now on, I just felt like it fit this one! Tell me what you think!!

Anywho, this is (as requested) a tinsy tiny bit angstier, but it has a happy ending. Sorry, couldn't resist a happy ever after :)

Requests are open! Check out my rules for requesting before placing your request, or just pick something from my prompts list!!

Enjoy!!

Also available on AO3!!

masterlist | rules for requesting | prompts list

Word count: 2205 words

Trope: Angst with a happy ending, Adventure, Comfort

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x gn! MC

AU: The Arcana/Greek Mythology crossover

Warnings: death, mentions of blood

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It has been two weeks, three days, and four hours since Asra's death.

I didn't know what to do the first week. Maybe I just couldn't process the fact that he is gone. I've spent so much time with him, both as his apprentice and his partner, that I just couldn't imagine a life without him. Maybe I have even forgotten that such a powerful magician could even die.

For those two weeks, I've tried everything to bring him back. Asking The Arcana for help was an option, but I couldn't do it. My magic is not strong enough, at least not without Asra's help. Plus, as The Fool, I have already made my wish. No one from this or the other world could have saved the day.

However, every problem must have its' solution. Once I announced my plan to Nadia six days ago, she almost begged me not to do it. It was dangerous, maybe even not thought through, but I will take any chance to even see Asra again. That is why no one, not even the gods, will stop me from going to the Underworld to save Asra's soul.

I made that decision some time ago, and now it's time to start my journey. I started packing my bag at sundown, ready to leave in the darkest hours. Even though I wanted to be as secretive as possible, I had to tell Julian when I was leaving. Just in case I didn't make it back.

Once the clock struck midnight, I locked the shop's doors, feeling like it would be a long time before I open them again.

'Maybe there won't be another time' The thought circled in my head.

I wasn't scared. How could I be? I have nothing to lose, only to retrieve. I wouldn't mind dying while trying to save Asra. More positive thoughts of the white-haired magician and me returning to our shop together appeared as I made my way through the night.

The road out of Vesuvia was calm, lifeless. Not a soul dared pass at such hours, so the only ones left were me and the stars. The Lyre constellation was right above my head, reminding me that the gods are always watching. Maybe it was a sign or a signal of hope - a reminder of Orpheus, the one who began this journey long before me. However, it could also be a warning of his fate - to always remember that he never returned.

The sun was rising from the rusty mountains when I passed Vesuvia's borders. The entrance to the Underworld was near. I could feel it. They say that the river Styx flows wherever it is needed.

Around lunchtime, I was passing through a small village. It looked like a regular place - the kids were playing, and the elders talking. I approached a young man who was doing harvesting work to gather some information.

"You are looking to find the river Styx? I'm sorry, but I can't help you. None of us locals talk about it. There were way too many mortals who tried to access the Underworld. It's a suicide act!"

He was ready to leave, but I pleaded for an answer.

"Please, there must be someone who knows! Anyone! I need to go! I need to see him!"

The man debated with himself whether he should tell me or not. Finally, he gave in:

"Look, none of the younger folk know where it is. However, if you ask Mama Eucarpia, she might be able to help you. The people say she's as old as the gods!"

I went in search of this woman, hoping she has some answers. However, whoever I asked in the streets either didn't know who she was or said that she had long passed. Just as I was about to give up, a raspy voice called out to me:

"Come, child. You must be starving."

A grandma called out to me from her wooden porch. I obeyed, sitting on the wooden stool she used as a dining chair. She handed me a piece of bread and sat on the stool next to mine. I was hesitant to take a bite, which she noticed.

"Eat, eat. You must be exhausted from the long journey you had"

"How can you tell that I'm a traveler?" I asked, my mouth full of the delicious pita.

She smiled, but her face was still invisible through the shall she had wrapped around her head.

"I can see it in your eyes. The ends of your cloak are smudged with dirt, and the only things you have in your bag are a couple of slices of pumpkin bread and a water supply. I know travelers, child. Many of them passed through these lands, and I watched them all leave, but none came back. Tell me, what pulls your heart to travel to these parts?"

Many things she said were strange to me. How did she know what I was carrying in my bag? Was she hinting about the Underworld?

"I'm looking for someone," I say, testing her wisdom.

She smirks again, leaning back into her chair.

"And this someone, they must be very important to you, yes? No one would travel all the way from Vesuvia to look for an acquaintance."

I nod, still suspicious of how she knew where I came from. But there isn't a way that she could have known where I was going, right?

"Don't worry child, I can feel your doubts. There's still time, Asra is still waiting for you."

I dropped my pita in shock. How did she...?

"You're Mama Eucarpia!" I almost yell out in surprise and relief.

The older woman gives me a small nod. Her vail moves with the gentle breeze of the wind, exposing one of her piercing blue eyes.

"I go by many names, child. I heard you were looking for the way to the Underworld? Well, only walking by the beach of the river Styx will get you there.."

Nodding enthusiastically, I asked her where to find the river.

"It appears not before those who look but before those seeking to find. You have a reason to find, child. Follow it, and you will find your way.."

Mama Eucarpia entered her house but didn't come out. Once I went inside to look for her, to ask more questions, no one was there. Perhaps she truly is some godly creature.

Her words haunted me for the next couple of days. With each step I took, I tried to solve her riddle.

'Don't look, don't look, don't look!' I repeated to myself over and over.

On the brink of my sanity, I was going to give up. In the middle of the night, just a day before I planned to leave and search somewhere else, Asra's voice pulled me out of a dream.

"MC..."

Their voice was quiet as a whisper, but stern and sure. I got up, following it outside of my tent. I followed it further and further until it completely disappeared. However, his voice brought me to a spring, where a small stream was flowing.

The river Styx.

Not as big and majestic as it once was, but it didn't need to be. The souls it carried spoke enough about its' power.

I followed the river up to a dark, ominous cave. The Underworld is inside, I knew. Finally, I will face Hades and ask for Asra.

As I am walking on the shore of the river through the cave, many screeches and faint whispers are echoing around me. Final, last words of the souls are said for the last time.

I walk through the gates of hell that appear before me. Surprisingly, Cerberus, the gatekeeper, is nothing like the stories say. He's not vicious or blood-thirsty, he's too busy for that. He's got very important business with his chewing toys.

The Underworld is unsettling and creepy, but - just like Cerberus - nothing like the myths described. In the legends, The Underworld was a place of death and sorrow, blood and sickness. In reality, it just looked like an endless void - grey and dark.

Hades was the same as his home. As I approached the god, he stood on his throne, tall, dark, and mysterious.

"Why are you here, mortal?"

His deep voice ringed through The Underworld. I wanted to speak, to even mutter out anything - but I couldn't. My throat closed, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

"Well? Not many come here without a reason."

Finally, I managed to find my words.

"I'm... I'm looking for someone."

He flashed a grin at me. It looked sinister, evil almost.

"Hah! It's funny how you humans are convinced that you can waltz in here, trying to find a soul! Even if you did manage to find the soul of your loved one in the never-ending sea of souls, what makes you think I would let you leave so easily?"

I swallowed hard, suppressing my tears of frustration. Did I come all this way for nothing?

"I'd do anything to get him back. I'm prepared to give my life."

The god laughed in my face. This was way too cruel, way too crushing! I couldn't stop the hot, desperate tears which glided from my cheeks to my lips.

"I already know of you and your lover! You've been here before, remember? Once that plague finished you, that magician came to beg for your life too, but I didn't allow him. It was against the rules! I advised him to go home, while he still could, to not ruin this! But he didn't listen... That little thief! He stole your soul from me! He used the forbidden power of The Arcana! And now, I have you here, in the palm of my hands... Maybe the right punishment for the both of you is for you to see him die..."

Once he finished his speech, he snapped his fingers, and suddenly, I was in a different place. It was empty, just space everywhere. Maybe eternal punishment was actually to be alone with me forever?

Unexpectedly, I noticed Asra in the same place I was, about 100 feet away from me. He was bleeding out and needed help.

"ASRA!" I screamed, half in desperation, half in relief, and ran towards him. However, with each step I took, they seemed further and further away. Then it hit me - it wasn't Asra. It was an illusion.

Then, the space around me shattered into pieces, and I was now in a much smaller space. It was a small room, with mirrors all around. But not the kind of mirrors you could see yourself in. The kind of mirrors that reflected the worst moments of your past.

In the mirrors, I saw Asra on his deathbed. They were weak, pale, and coughing up blood. He looked in such pain I haven't even imagined, let alone experienced. The worst part was, I couldn't help. I cried out in desperation, sliding down on one of the mirrors.

"Asra... Oh, Asra... I'm so sorry... I couldn't save you, I couldn't, I'm so sorry... Oh, I wish I could just hold you once more... Just to kiss you again... Oh, Asra, please, forgive me!"

My sobs and pleads for forgiveness were never-ending. Once everything else quieted down, I once again heard their beautiful voice calling out to me this time much louder than a whisper.

"MC..?"

It was gentle, the way they called out my name. But with each time they repeated it, it got louder and sterner.

"MC?"

The final time they called out to me was like a yell. Worried and scared.

"MC! MC, wake up!"

I half-opened my eyes, and The Underworld was gone. I wasn't in the dark mirror room, nor the empty void, nor Hades' castle. I was in a colorful, warm room that smelt of lavender and rosemary, on some soft covers.

My room! This is my room!

Someone shuffled on the bed next to me. I could feel their warm arms on my shoulders, lightly shaking me.

"MC, my love, are you okay?"

I turned to him. There he was, gorgeous and cute like always, with one of his white curls slipping from his forehead. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes focused, I could tell that he was worried for me.

"Asra..? Is that you?"

They nodded, taking both of my hands in theirs.

"Yes, my star, it's me... But are you alright?"

In excitement, I jumped into his arms.

"ASRA!!"

As soon as I hooked my arms around their neck, they pulled me closer, bringing me in their lap. Out of relief, I started bawling my eyes out on their shoulder.

"Shhh, my love, it's okay... I'm here.. What's wrong? I heard you calling out my name.. Were you having a nightmare, baby?"

I nod shyly, finally starting to feel relaxed and comfortable. His comforting words, and his presence in general, were the best way to recover from this.

"What was it about..?"

I chuckled through my tears as they kissed my cheeks and my jaw.

"Well, let's just say that I was negotiating with death..."

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countessmorgasson · 2 years

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Split

Angsty Lucio x Asra x MC! Asra’s confession stirs up some drama..

Gender Neutral MC

(Based off both Asra’s and Lucio’s routes. Major spoilers, I wouldn’t read this if you don’t know the big twist)

~Clearing up the ol’ draft box~

It feels like the world just fell apart, all around you.

Your heart’s pounding like crazy and as your chest tightens you’re finding it harder to breathe. Your eyes burn with tears no matter how hard you blink them back.

You’re standing in the middle of the garden down at the palace. You don’t hear the rush of the water pouring down the fountains, and you can’t really feel the cold air nipping at your skin. Your head’s pounding too hard for you to make sense of anything. Eventually you’re able to fight the feeling settling in your stomach, only to choke out a few words.

“...What did you say?”

Across from you is Asra, who’s got a hand placed over his heart as if he were in pain.

“I said that I love you.”

Their words are like glass, and they shatter all around you, cutting you deep. Your stomach twists as you try to process what you’re hearing. Asra steps forward, but winces when you step backwards in response.

“I-I’m... I don’t... What are you doing?” You sputter nonsense. The words are just spilling out of you now. “Why are you telling me this now?”

Asra’s eyes fall to the ground in shame.

“Because... you know about your death now.” He swallows hard, but you can’t wipe the shock from your face- despite feeling guilty. They go on. “You’ve always wanted the truth, and now I’m giving it to you.”

Your eyes well up with tears, but the worst feeling is yet to come.

You hear footsteps behind you- and you just know who it is, but Asra’s still talking. You know he doesn’t care...

“I made a deal to bring you back.”

What are you supposed to say?

Your silence doesn’t seem to matter. Now Asra’s eyes are shooting daggers behind you. You’ve never seen that look on their face before, but a dreadful thought in the back of your mind suggests you have no right to be surprised. After all, there’s so much you’re starting to realize...

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” Lucio’s voice is thrown into the mix, prompting you to turn and face him. He stands tall with his arms folded, but he somehow looks... calm. How much did he hear? You’re suddenly a bystander to the conversation as he and Asra stand right across each other. Asra crosses his arms, and just like that the walls are back up again. Lucio continues.

“You’re the reason I was a ghost all that time.” He sounds calm, but you know Lucio’s tone of voice all too well at this point. He’s raging, but something tells you that wasn’t the confession that set him off.

“If I hadn’t done something, m/c would still be dead.”

Lucio’s eyes flicker towards you, and something like sadness crosses his face for a split second.

“That isn’t--I’m not saying--” He can’t even finish his sentence because Asra’s turned to you and his gaze is soft.

“I’ll never force you to choose me,” Asra promises. “But I can’t hold back anymore. I ruined Lucio’s ritual, yeah. I traded my heart to bring you back to life and it was worth every piece.”

His eyes begin to water. Lucio’s nearly open-mouthed, listening in horror.

“I’m in love with you. I always have been.”

And you’re back to square one, fighting the lump in your throat as you think back to your earliest memories.

So not only was he the one to nurse you back to health, but he’s the reason you’re even alive in the first place. It was always Asra, at your side when you were at your worst. Your stomach begins to ache.

“What are you doing?” Lucio sputters out. His voice went up an octave. “You-you can’t just...” He swallows hard, and when he meets your eyes you notice a familiar glimpse of fear in his expression.

“You deserve to know--before you jump into something you’re not ready for.” Asra’s eyes flicker towards Lucio.

“No!” Lucio’s starting to panic. “That’s not fair. I wouldn’t hurt you, m/c. Asra’s full of it. He can’t bear to see me happy and I’ve never felt happier than when I’m with you.”

“Oh my gods, it’s not about you, can’t you see that?” Asra exclaims. “It’s about m/c.”

“You had three years with m/c and you did nothing. You left them in the dark until I came around!”

You can see that struck a nerve with Asra. He swallows hard.

“Stop!” You finally exclaim. You hold your hands out and dig your feet into the ground. “I can’t bear to watch you two fight.”

Honestly, you’re still coping with the fact that you had even died in the first place. It doesn’t seem like anybody’s going to talk about that at all. You look between Asra and Lucio.

Looking at Asra, you think about all the time you spent wishing for a moment just like this--hearing them say those words aloud to you. You had loved him at one point, and maybe you still do. But then you think of every time he left you at the shop for weeks on end, claiming that you weren’t ready to go with them. You think about the way you used to look into each other’s eyes, and the soft hand touches or how you’d run your fingers through his hair. But now you think about what he kept from you all those years. Was Lucio right? Was Asra only telling you because you’ve been spending time with someone else?

And then you look at Lucio. In the short time you’ve known this man your life’s been a whirlwind. You’ve been horrified to learn some of the things he’s done. He’s short-tempered, selfish and arrogant. But... he’s stuck with you since you’ve met him. Your only memories of him are kind ones, and he makes you feel like your future could be more than... more than just working at the shop and practicing tarot. Maybe you’ve doubted him before, but at least he’s never made you feel alone. Maybe Asra’s right, and you’re jumping into something too soon with Lucio.

They both turn to you, and you suddenly can’t stop the tears from burning your eyes again. Asra’s pinching the bridge of his nose, and the anger starts to fade from Lucio’s expression.

And just like that, the world seems to spin again. You’re freezing because the wind seems to cut through your clothes, and the water fountain starts to roar behind you.

It looks like you’ll have to make a choice.

#the arcana #the arcana angst #the arcana asra #asra #lucio #asra x reader #lucio x reader #honestly this has potential to be a multi-part thing #gotta get back in the writing zone #the arcana spoilers #angst #i couldn't bear to write out what would happen to the other when m/c makes a choice

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 11 months

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The Arcana HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist

The first 100 full headcanons! Mostly in order from oldest to most recent ^.^

How the M6 cry and how MC comforts them

M6 when you fart while sharing a bed

M6 when they fart while sharing a bed with MC

M6 when the child they have with you is an exact carbon copy of them

How MC likes to fluster the M6

How the M6 like to fluster you

M6 when someone hands them a baby

MC makes M6 breakfast in bed

M6 making the MC breakfast in bed

M6 with an MC who has periods

M6 eating spicy food

M6 on social media

M6 with an introverted MC

M6 with an extroverted MC

M6 when MC calls them their husband/wife/spouse

How the M6 get sick

How the M6 respond to MC getting sick

M6 when they've gone too long without your affection

M6 with a merfolk MC

M6 with a touch/affection-starved MC

M6 with an MC who walks with a cane

M6 when MC gets kidnapped and tortured by Valdemar

M6 with a half-dragon MC

M6 and the lies MC tries to tell them

Julian's birthday

M6 when MC gets panic attacks/flashbacks

How the M6 get panic attacks and how MC comforts them

M6 with a tailor MC

The best part of the day with M6

How the M6 lose their temper

M6 when MC loses their temper

M6 with an insecure MC

M6 when a spell goes wrong and MC is stuck as a toddler for the day

M6 when a spell goes wrong and they're stuck as a small child for the day

M6 and cuddles

M6 administering first aid when it's their fault MC is slightly hurt

Giving first aid to the M6 when it's MC's fault that they're slightly hurt

M6 reacting to a drunk MC

M6 when MC disappears and comes back different

M6 when MC comes out as bi

Gift giving

M6 with a doodling MC

Surprise dates/getaways with the M6

M6 with an MC who has an ED

M6 reading MC's journal

M6 with an MC with gender dysphoria

M6 being petty

M6 with an MC struggling with depression

M6 and their shopping weaknesses

M6 with a starving vampire MC

M6 meeting the parent(s)

M6 with an MC who's been bottling up their affectionate tendencies

M6 swap bodies with their familiars

M6 planning their wedding with MC

M6 as unhinged childhood stories

M6 with an insomniac MC

Voiceclaims for the M6

M6 with a procrastinator MC

M6 when MC comes out as bi

MC and M6 proposing at the same time

M6 with a thief-for-hire MC

M6 with a foodie MC

M6 with an aggressively affectionate MC

When MC falls asleep waiting for the M6

When MC shows up with a familiar

When MC plays a musical instrument

M6 when MC comes out as trans

M6 helping MC with disassociation

M6 when MC is stronger than they look

When MC is a little too strong

When MC sleeps with plushies

M6 with a flirtatious and blunt MC

M6 playing Stardew Valley

M6 reacting to MC singing

M6 when MC gets a nosebleed

M6 when MC has poor eyesight

M6 and MC in animal onesies

M6 when MC is hard of hearing

MC with M6's familiars

M6 with an oblivious MC

How the M6 hurt you

How you hurt the M6

Asra and Faust's birthday

When MC accidentally steps on M6's familiar

When MC accidentally visits M6's dreams

M6 when MC has intrusive thoughts

When MC's natural patron is the Devil

When MC is a terrible chef

M6 with an MC that doesn't drink

MC with M6's family

M6 with a short MC

M6 during thunderstorms

Piggyback rides

M6 when MC goes on a trip

When MC remembers having bad parents

Nadia's birthday

M6 when MC cries over a sad story

When MC comes across colder than they are

How you mess with the M6

How M6 help you after a rough day

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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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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 3 months

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Is it time for Asra angst? It is time for Asra angst.♧

I wonder what made you fall for him. Was it the kind touch of his slender hands on the forhead of the plagued children? Was the care he had for everybody, darkening the bags under his eyes?

Or was it the way he looked at the blood dripping from his hands, that mixture of awe and sadness?

I was so far away while the plague slowly strangled the city like a snake's coils, pushing the two of you so, so close. Did you eventually fell in a night where a patient died, and the cold seemed colder, and the night darker with the lazaret's smoke? I can't stand that man, not for the briefest moment, and yet I can't be more grateful for him for being your only light. You both must have felt so lonely in the emptying city - And even thought it crushed my insides with jealousy and remorse, I can't blame you, or him, or anyone but myself that the cries of the dying were covered by your moans and sighs weren't catched by my lips.

#julian devorak x mc #asra x reader #the arcana julian #the arcana asra #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana smut #the arcana angst #the arcana plague

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mmpookie · 6 months

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ARCANA TWILIGHT 12TH FLOOR SPOILERS‼️

Part 2 of my arcturus doodles ✌️

grrrrthe arky brainrot since the 12th floor came out has consumed me

#ok but the way im still putting together the dots of why tf my boy was possessed #also wondering if this anything more than just a simple possession #because it would interesting if there was another reason why he was chosen by the void yk #sus #HAAHHA ANGST #methinks i'll do vega next #arcana twilight #arcana twilight fanart #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spoilers

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nebbyy · 22 days

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Asra Alnazar x reader - Intimacy before and after

Summary: just some headcanons that came to my mind about Asra<3

Warning: smuttt, but nothing crazy tho, there are mostly mentions or hints of smut, nothing specifically described (it’s mostly just angst tbh). There are also SPOILERS for Asra’s route and the Arcana plot in general, so if you haven’t finished playing it I suggest you don’t read this post.

A/N: just to specify, reader is wrote as non-binary:) Also, this is the first smuttish thing I write, so feedbacks and advices are very much welcome<3<3

Asra has always been a passionate lover. It’s just the way he is, his body can’t help but follow the intensity of feelings his soul feels, and transfer it from the level of the soul to the level of the body

When he first met you, it was almost as if a wave washed over him, depriving him of balance, and he could find it once again in the feeling of you and your body, pressed against him

Passion mixes with intensity and haste the first times the two of you have sex. His every movement is a physical demonstration of just how deep, how powerful, his feelings for you are

Once the two of you are done, you’re left breathless, legs shaking and sore, sweat covering your body, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. You’re spent in the best way possible

It starts to change during the beginning of the Red Plague. The deep empathy you feel for the people dying in the streets, the desire to do something to help, takes all your desires to feel pleasure (or anything joyful for that matter), replacing it with the urge to help as many as you can

You start growing distant from each other, the atmosphere in the shop becomes tense, the interactions between you and Asra are short and almost void of any emotion. You start visiting the castle more often, volunteering to help doctor Devorak in finding a cure for this Plague. It comes without say that sex wasn’t really in neither of your minds

And it only becomes worse after your death. Asra feels that same wave washing over him, but this time he doesn’t welcome the feeling of it. It make feel lost, knowing that the very person he used to hold on to, the only one that made him forget the rest of the world, and just give into the pleasure the wave brought

This wave brings grief, desperation. Hell, it even brings hallucinations to some point. He can’t make out what’s real and what’s fake, he can’t discern when he’s dreaming and when he’s awake

It’s at this point that his situationship with Julian starts. We all know just how toxic it was, for the both of them. But Julian needed to feel love in these dreadful times, and Asra needed to feel that same feeling of grounding to save him from the power of that wave

It wasn’t the same as you, he knew that very well. Julian couldn’t fill the void of love Asra felt, he could only satisfy his carnal desires, give him that brief high that, for just a moment, made him forget everything that was happening in his life, his losses, his mistakes, his regrets

But not much time passes before that high becomes unsatisfying, and the guilt of what he’s doing takes over him. How can he do this with Julian, when all he’s thinking of is you? How can he deem himself worthy of having you once again in his arms, when instead of keeping the void you left empty, awaiting for your return, he filled it with someone else, someone not even comparable to you in his eyes?

That’s when the weird relationship between Asra and Julian ends, when Asra conveys all his energies and time in finding a way to get you back

At first, there was nothing in his mind when it came to you other than gratitude to have you back along with the utmost care to tend to you, to comfort you when you were in pain or scared at whatever appeared new to you after you came back. Your mind was at the same level as one of a child, there was no desire in Asra other than to have you back as you were

As time goes by, and you regain the aspects of the person you once were, that desire, that wave of passion, starts to awaken once again in him

And then after years of longing for the feeling of you’re touch, of your body pressed against him, he once again can feel that same feeling of euphoria once your bodies merge once again. Only that this time, his demeanor has changed. There’s a different kind of intensity in his actions

There’s not the feverish haste in his movements anymore; instead, he takes his sweet time kissing you, caressing your body, worshipping you as if you were some sort of deity. He holds you as if you’d disappear in his arms if he loosens his grip too much

His thrusts are slow and deep, making that wave of pleasure that’s in him fall into you too. It makes you feel a deeper kind of pleasure, one with such forse that it has you detached from reality once you reach your high, it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and it makes you only desire to hold Asra closer, to have him deeper inside you. You almost wish you could become one

There are still times where you have fast, rough sex, one that ends quickly and leaves you both breathless and spent. But you just prefer to feel that deeper connection, the one that has you longing for more, that morphs into endless hours of just holding each other. It makes you both feel as if time has stopped, and there’s no one else in the world but you two

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