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angelltheninth · 1 year
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The Arcana characters and their kinks (need this cause this fandom is so dead😭)
Yeah the fandom may be dead but I'm still here so... is it really dead?
Pairing: Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, Muriel, Lucio x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, restraints, edging, morning sex, public sex, bath sex, fingering, taking orders, orgasm denial, cum marking
A/N: I am here! Not exactly All-Might but for you I can be the bootleg version.
Asra is into fucking you awake. He can have you in your dreams, he can feel you in your dreams, he can make anything happen. But nothing gets him hornier then seeing your pussy react to him, every little lick and kiss and thrust that he does while you're still trying to blink sleep off your eyes.
Nadia will not let you go until you're struggling against her grip to get away. She has you on the edge of the bath, her head between your legs, lapping at your clit, making your slick mix with the sweet smelling bath water. Until she has you passing out from her tongue she won't quit, no matter how many times you tell her you're getting sensitive. Good. That was her plan all along.
Julian has lots of ropes for a reason. You can use them on him or he can use him on you, either way it gets you wet and his cock hard as a rock. When you have him tied up he loves it when you rub the outside of your pussy along the length of his cock, rubbing the cum over yourself and down to his balls. Don't let him cum until he's inside of you, no matter how hard he pulls on the ropes.
Portia wants to have her fingers deep inside of you every moment you're together. Being able to curl them and make you moan even ever she feels like it sends her into such a horny frenzy. She juxtaposes this with extremely soft kisses which confuse your senses, do you relax into the kisses or do you ride her finger until you come?
Muriel is very happy when you mark him with your cum. All over his abs and lower back and thighs and his face. As for when he marks you its usually on your face or your ass if he manages to pull out of your pussy on time. If he doesn't then he wants to get hard again as soon as possible in order to mark you.
Lucio will fuck you anytime he chooses to, even in public. You're his, you should be happy and honored that he chose you of all people to fuck. That pretty collar on your neck has meaning you know? It was a gift from him so lift your neck and display it with pride while he has your legs spread and your pussy throbbing.
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sxftkxssxs · 11 months
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hi hi! if its not too much trouble could u do M6 with an MC who rarely cries (im talking like 6 months in between each time they cry) who just breaks down sobbing one day and wont stop crying for hours? srry if this is too angsty lmaoo
i am so sorry for how late these new posts are gonna be in advance jfkdslds (also peep the new banner hehehe)
Gn!Reader
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Asra
For how long he’s known you, he’d likely know that this would happen
Knowing the MC for nine years gives him the advantage
No matter what they might’ve had planned for that day they’re taking all day to comfort you
You don’t even have to ask for anything, Asra’s already got it ready. He’s got tissues on standby, your favorite food and some tea.
Faust will wrap around you, occasionally squeezing to give you some comfort
Asra will hold you as long as you need him to, you’re the most important thing in their life and they’ll stay there without question
He’ll recommend taking a nap together once you’re alright again, knowing after crying that long you’ve got to be exhausted
Definitely will go get you that pumpkin bread from the baker in the morning.
Julian
Immediate reaction is to panic
His brain runs at a mile a minute and in this situation it's no different
If you allow him to, Julian will hold you while you cry, whispering to you
If you don’t want him to touch you, he’ll get you anything you need!
Malak is such a good bird, sitting on your shoulder, letting you scratch his head (win-win on his end)
When you calm down he’ll ask you what exactly caused you to break down so badly
he’ll take you to Mazelinka’s after a while, hoping her motherly tendencies will help you and her soup, don’t forget her soup!
Julian definitely drags you to rest once you've calmed down though, he knows you've got to be exhausted after that
He'll make sure to be way more prepared next time (and have extra soup)
Nadia
Her first reaction is to wipe some of your tears away
She’ll keep her voice down, asking you what’s wrong and if there's anything she might be able to do 
She’ll take you both to her tower, offering to be there for you for as long as she’s able
The water in that tower is extremely calming, very effective at getting you relaxed
If you don’t want to tell her what exactly has you in this state she’ll understand, allowing you to come to her when you’re ready
Holds you very close that night, letting you listen to her heartbeat
Kisses your cheeks once you’re calmed down <33
Muriel
He’s definitely not built for this. 
He’s trying his best, and if you’re able to speak through your sobs and tell him what you need he’ll do it
Inanna just plops herself in your lap, letting you put a hand in her fur
Muriel’s not saying much, but he’s rubbing your back, getting you tissues when you run out, and silently offering to let you hold his hand
when you’ve calmed down he’ll wait for you to tell him what has gotten you so upset 
Muriel gives your hand a squeeze every so often to show he’s still there, and still listening
Muriel and Inanna agree that a snuggle pile doesn’t sound so bad for tonight 
Portia
She’s very good at comforting you
There's been times that someone in the palace needed some comfort, and she’s gotten very good at learning what everyone needs
She won’t touch you if you don’t want her to, but otherwise she’ll bundle you up in some spare blankets and sit with you and Pepi
She’ll have tissues somewhere in the room, she’d much rather wipe your tears herself
She won’t directly ask you what’s wrong until a long while after you’ve calmed down
Pepi just sits in your lap the whole time, purring as loud as possible
Portia will make sure you know that you can come to her any time for any reason 
Lucio
Before Lucio even finds you, Mercedes and Melchior find you first
Melchior is kind of all over you until he settles down (in your lap ofc.), but Mercedes just sits pushed up against your side
Eventually Lucio will find where you’re at, though he’s very confused on what he’s supposed to do for a second
He’ll sit with you and ramble a little, but that’s mostly because the silence feels quite awkward to him
Lucio will get you tissues if you ask him to (please don’t get snot on his dogs)
He’ll let you rant to him if you’d like, he will make small comments though! Things like “She did what?!” “That’s just ridiculous.”
He’s very good at hyping things up, the man did nothing but party while he was the Count and he’ll hype you up any time this happens
Good luck getting up though, the dogs fell asleep and they don’t plan on getting up any time soon
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m-musings · 5 months
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Headcanons: Cuddling with the Arcana Men
A/N: I love obsessing over a dead fandom, don't you? anyways, arcana time let's do thissssss (and yes, I am aware Asra is nonbinary, I just didn't know how else to address this group with them in it, so I figured men was the most appropriate seeing that Asra will use he/him pronouns on occasion but in the actual headcanons, I use they/them)
Word Count:599
Warnings: none just fluff :)
Asra:
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Laying down and cuddling with Asra is always enjoyable!
They'll light up some colorful lanterns before hand and make sure your bed has any pillows and blankets you may want or need.
Once you're all settled down, Asra will scooch in closer just so they can feel the warmth that emanates from you.
They will tell you fantastical stories, using their magic to create scenes in midair as a way to entertain you as you smile up at them with an amused grin.
As you cling onto them, they smell like the most intoxicating combination of tea leaves and cinnamon, which can be very soothing if you've had a bit of a rough afternoon.
They will soak up any and all attention you give and will reciprocate that love tenfold as they squeeze you tightly to their chest.
Their favorite times are when the two of you have nothing to do so they can spend the entire day just relaxing with you in the calming silence of the shop.
Julian:
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Julian is a lil bit awkward to cuddle with in the beginning.
He's just so damn tall that sometimes his limbs are a little odd to maneuver around.
But once you two figure out the positioning, he's a great cuddler!
After a long day at the marketplace or a fun night at the Rowdy Raven, it's so relaxing to lean up against his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
He loves to trace shapes across your skin as you two enjoy the peaceful quiet of your room.
Sometimes, he'll even sing you soft songs as you drift in and out of consciousness.
Also, If he falls asleep while you are cuddling, you are not getting up for the rest day. I'm not sorry to say you are now stuck in a bear hug with a very handsome doctor.
Muriel:
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Cuddling with Muriel is just so nice!
Once he gets over his initial apprehension, he will melt into it like its second nature.
He's always so warm and cozy which is perfect for cold nights in the Vesuvian forest.
If you ask him to, he will hold you so close and never let go for as long as you so want.
And if you're having a bad day, he'll hold you just slightly tighter as a way to reassure you that he's there for whatever you need from him.
Muriel will also pat the bed beside the two of you so that Inanna will jump up and snuggle with you two.
As you wrap your arms around her, Muriel will engulf the both of you in his, creating the perfect cuddle puddle and optimal nap conditions.
Lucio:
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Lucio will designate entire days dedicated to the two of you just spending time together in your home.
He also is always sure to take off his prosthetic so that you are as comfortable as possible.
As he holds you in his embrace, he will regale you with stories from his younger, wilder days, which leads you to giggle at his dramaticness.
On the days where he's a bit more subdued, he will invite you to lay directly on top of him while he just leans back and relishes in the moment.
Just like with Muriel and Inanna, Lucio's dogs will also join the two of you while you're chilling together!
Mercedes will lay next to you while Melchior will lay next to the former count on the opposite site of the mattress.
This leads to a chaotic but comforting tangle of appendages where you are able to let go of the stresses of the everyday.
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taduki · 5 months
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M6's Stupid, Sickly Sweet Petnames
Asra: The Great Magician, beanie bear, schnookums, hot hand, lulu-belle
Julian: Birdie, fluffy, crownose, fire-of-my-heart
Portia: Honey bun, pumpkin pie, lovey, bunny
Nadia: Darlington, rosebud, beauty bun, softie puff
Muriel: Hubbington, blueberry muffin, scruffy bear, pudding pot
Lucio: Blondie, old man, peepaw, knight in shining armor, big boots, pillow puncher
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vestercorax · 1 year
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Soft domestic fluff with M6 — Waking Up
Asra
The Shop now opens an hour later.
Yes, that’s a new schedule. Something about different day length, did you know-
No, Faust is not bribed with snaccs, she’s just hanging out on the doorknob, why?
Oh, look how conveniently you are snuggled, now it will be considered a crime to separate yourselves, and you don’t want crimes in your house, do you?
He doesn’t want to hear anything about bribery being considered a crime
Asra really just wants to enjoy every minute you’re together, when nothing is bothering you or demanding immediate attention (which happens all the time, hard magicians’ life)
Mornings are the most suitable time, when you can speak unhurriedly, dream a little and plan your little next week’s adventure
Nadia
Nadia has to wake up early, even on holidays :(
That habit is ingrained so deeply that it is an outright surprise for her if you don’t share it. Everyone rise early to get everything done, no?..
It warms her heart to see you so relaxed and satisfied in your bedchambers like nowhere else
She leaves, but servants are already preparing everything for your awakening
Nadia will make up for all the skipped morning caresses in the afternoon-
Lots of kisses and tea brewed with petals will improve your mood, whichever way you woke up
One day you wake up and first thing you feel is the weight on the other side of the bed
Your eyes fly open just to see Nadia’s ruby ones filled with tenderness and adoration, as she observes you and smiles bright and soft at your expression
Only then you notice the lightest tracing of her elegant fingers caressing your pillow-marked cheek
Julian
Julian is headed straight to work upon waking up
This man’s body wakes up much later than his brain does — it occurs to him it’s time to eat only an hour or two after he dug into his notes
Do you like taking naps? Good
After a brief activity burst (which consist of wolfing down the delicious breakfast you brought him) he is back in bed
No, not a single movement for at least half an hour.
Perharps, besides…
Yeah, pillow fights, sounds incredible
May or may not pretend that you stabbed him with a narrow one to doze off a little
Are deadmen supposed to have such a death grip on their killers, huh?
Portia
Portia is an early bird
The earlier you wake up, the more time there is to get done with work and have fun!
Extremely energetic + wants you besides immediately
Before you know what is going on, she is already straddling you and tickling your sides
She wants to press her nose into yours until you wake up, to peer into your eyes with her bright blue ones. But she just can’t contain her excited giggling at the simple thought of the spooked little jump you’ll definitely make
She’ll get there one morning, don’t even doubt.
If you get too cranky, she will leave you be… for a week at most.
Muriel
Muriel will leave at dawn, desperately trying not to wake you. He doesn’t want to disturb you; it’s his chores after all
He ignores your demands to stop to consider every chore only his own
Will ask Inanna to check on you if he is wandering far into the forest. He knows you will be safe, it’s just… He feels more reassured this way
Congratulations, you are guarded by a big floofy wolf, who thinks to guard = to lie flat on you and sometimes poke her nose in yours
She’s right, honestly
If you are tough enough to sleep through that, prepare for the ultimate attack: breakfast
Riding proudly on the wolf’s back to the kitchen, you are greeted with a “good morning” hum
As you eat half-sleepily, Muriel adoringly studies your face, trying and failing to hide it
His own face turns slightly red, when you try to feed him a little bit of your portion, even though he has already eaten
You succeed.
Lucio
If it was up to him, he would be staying under the covers till the sun has passed its peak
Oh, wait, it is up to him. The deal is sealed then.
And he will be very delighted to have you in his arms
Carefully, you won’t be able to escape after indulging even once. Lazy and long mornings, stretches, laughter and adoring stares… Who would be, honestly?
After crawling out of the bed and eating it’s time to refine your day plans. Ones for evening are the most exciting
After that he will attend to his training
“You want all of me hard as steel, don’t you? ;)”
Will encourage you to join him and will literally beam if you say yes
First headcanon post, there we go
Masterlist, if you wish
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farlongerthanforever · 2 months
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does anyone have any headcanons or backstory about the city of vesuvia? i was thinking of writing like a prequel fic of sorts and i’m really struggling with the world building since we only see a few locations in the city in the actual game.
if anyone has any ideas PLEASE dm me or respond to this i’m so curious !!
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niyayin · 1 year
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picture this:
You’re standing right next to Julian, both of you quietly staring at the lake in front of you. The gentle breeze is caressing your faces and letting the brown leaves dance and the trees sing. You can feel his fingers- usually warm but cold this time due to the weather- timidly looking for yours; his hand finally meets yours, and he gently guides you closer to him.
“You’re so pretty today, Darling.”- he whispers, leaning his head on top of your shoulders. A hand on your waist, the other still adoringly holding yours.
“Only today?” - you tease him, a giggle leaving your lips as you look up at him. his cheeks were tinted of a light pink, his soft lips were slightly parted, his bottom lip faintly trembling. 
“Are you cold, Julian?”- you move, now in front of him and holding his face in your hands, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. He closes his eyes, savouring that delicate touch of yours, and shakes his head. 
“Just a little bit, but don’t worry, love.”- he smirks with half-closed eyes, his hands now gently pulling you closer. His cold lips meet with your neck, your cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose, the pretty mole under your eye, your ears in a series of slow and short kisses. Between each kiss you can hear him whisper names like “Darling”, “My love”, “My star” and his lips gradually got warmer and warmer, until he finally left a kiss on yours.
“I love you”- he whispers against your lips- “I love you so much, sweetheart.”
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Oou Muriel with prompt 17?! ( make it xtra fluffy >:3 )
Muriel - Prompt #17 "I love you, okay?!"
Of course!
Pairing: Muriel x GN!Reader
Word count: 417
Warnings: none
Summary: I really don't know what's going on here
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Your love language was very different compared to Muriel's, there was no question about that.
Muriel was quieter, with acts of service and physical affection. He wasn't big with words, so when he said something you held it close to your heart. You knew he loved you, and that was all you needed.
You, on the other hand, were loud with your affection. Words or affirmation went all the way for you to express how you felt. You weren't shy to proclaim your love for him no matter where you were, or who you were with.
Despite being incredibly shy, Muriel loved the way you were so open with your feelings for him. He might have thought at some point that maybe his way of expressing himself wouldn't be enough for you, but you assured him time and time again that you loved him just the way he was.
You were walking through the market, your arm hooked through his, going through a list of what you needed. "Oh, and we need bread too." You added, "We always need bread."
He chuckled softly. "Of course we do," He still hated crowds, and you tried your best to get out of the city quickly enough. But of course, everyone tended to pop out right when you were about to leave.
Julian popped out of nowhere, clasping Muriel on the back, talking about random nonsense. Asra was at the bakery and spoke with the two of you for a bit. Portia and Nadia were even taking a stroll.
They stopped the two of you right when you split your bread with Muriel. Nadia started talking to you about your job as the court magician, and Portia handed Muriel a basket of sweets with a wink.
He took a peak inside, and they were small pastries in different animal shapes.
"Muriel," you said, "Nadia needs my help with something. Did you want to go home or come with us to the castle?"
You seemed to already know his answer to the question, but you offered anyway. "I'll go home." He said, "I'll meet you there."
You nodded, and separated from him, and he made his way through the crowd. You turned around suddenly. "I love you, okay?!" You yelled, and he turned around to face you. His face was beat red, he was sure.
You laughed, and waved, before heading off with the Countess. Muriel went back on his way, rubbing his face and trying to calm his racing heart.
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> reposted from my personal blog: @i-wish-i-was-consistent
asra x gn! reader
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You can't help but be slightly jealous of Asra.
He was beautiful. His hair the colour of starlight and violet eyes that hold so many secrets— and he looked even more so as he lay beside you with his arm around your waist, looking at you as though you were the one who spun his world around.
You were staring, unshamefully so.
"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking upwards as they always did.
"I could ask you the same thing,"
He chuckles, making his dimples show (you have to suppress the urge to poke them). "I do actually. A lot more than I think you realize."
A large statement considering how much he compliments you. But you know that if you said so, he would insist that "there weren't enough hours in a day to tell you how much he loves you".
Silence ensues after a short while. It always did when it was just you and him, but you didn't mind. It was comfortable, domestic, calming— a break from everything that made life go by so quickly.
Then suddenly...
"Can I have your hand?" Not a particularly strange request coming from him, so you don't think anything of it as he gently takes your hand onto his, turning it so your palm is facing upwards.
You feel the tip of his finger gently dragging across your palm, following the lines etched onto it. You glance at him and see his eyebrows furrowed and a frown painting his lips— an expression of mock concentration.
"It's saying we'll have many nights like this, cuddling before we fall asleep in each other's arms."
You know at once he's making this up. Your lover has many talents, especially in the magical field, but palm-reading is not one of them (but you're sure he could if he studied).
But you decide to play along.
"What else do my palms say?"
You see him smile, the concentrated look on his face replaced with the usual mischievous glint in his eyes and a teasing grin. He knows what you're doing.
"It says we're going to love each other until our souls part," he mutters quietly. He lifts your hand and kisses them, before going back to his original position and placing his hand on your hip— rubbing comforting circles as he waits for you to answer.
"How many years is that?"
He leans in and pecks the corner of your mouth before he replies, his eyes go soft as he continues to stare at you— like you were the one who hung the moon and stars in the night sky.
"Many."
You finally drop your little act. "Is that true?"
Again, he takes his time before answering— choosing to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another on your cheek. He continues to pepper your face with kisses before you finally feel his plush lips against yours.
Asra has always smelled like herbs, flowers and something else that can only be described as magical— and it's engulfing you like it would a thick blanket.
He squeezes your hip affectionately as he presses his lips onto yours harder. The kiss is desperate and wanting— yet always, always gentle. He kisses you like you'll disappear into his dreams if he so much as blinks.
All too soon, he pulls away. He's still beautiful, maybe even more so with slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks— his chest heaves with deep breaths from lack of air and you can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing you're the one who made him look like this.
He cradles your face with gentle hands before finally answering.
"If you want it to be."
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mee-op · 2 years
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asra x reader
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You can't help but be slightly jealous of Asra.
He was beautiful. His hair the colour of starlight and violet eyes that hold so many secrets— and he looked even more so as he lay beside you with his arm around your waist, looking at you as though you were the one who spun his world around.
You were staring, unshamefully so.
"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking upwards as they always did.
"I could ask you the same thing,"
He chuckles, making his dimples show (you have to suppress the urge to poke them). "I do actually. A lot more than I think you realize."
A large statement considering how much he compliments you. But you know that if you said so, he would insist that "there weren't enough hours in a day to tell you how much he loves you".
Silence ensues after a short while. It always did when it was just you and him, but you didn't mind. It was comfortable, domestic, calming— a break from everything that made life go by so quickly.
Then suddenly...
"Can I have your hand?" Not a particularly strange request coming from him, so you don't think anything of it as he gently takes your hand onto his, turning it so your palm is facing upwards.
You feel the tip of his finger gently dragging across your palm, following the lines etched onto it. You glance at him and see his eyebrows furrowed and a frown painting his lips— an expression of mock concentration.
"It's saying we'll have many nights like this, cuddling before we fall asleep in each other's arms."
You know at once he's making this up. Your lover has many talents, especially in the magical field, but palm-reading is not one of them (but you're sure he could if he studied).
But you decide to play along.
"What else do my palms say?"
You see him smile, the concentrated look on his face replaced with the usual mischievous glint in his eyes and a teasing grin. He knows what you're doing.
"It says we're going to love each other until our souls part," he mutters quietly. He lifts your hand and kisses them, before going back to his original position and placing his hand on your hip— rubbing comforting circles as he waits for you to answer.
"How many years is that?"
He leans in and pecks the corner of your mouth before he replies, his eyes go soft as he continues to stare at you— like you were the one who hung the moon and stars in the night sky.
"Many."
You finally drop your little act. "Is that true?"
Again, he takes his time before answering— choosing to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another on your cheek. He continues to pepper your face with kisses before you finally feel his plush lips against yours.
Asra has always smelled like herbs, flowers and something else that can only be described as magical— and it's engulfing you like it would a thick blanket.
He squeezes your hip affectionately as he presses his lips onto yours harder. The kiss is desperate and wanting— yet always, always gentle. He kisses you like you'll disappear into his dreams if he so much as blinks.
All too soon, he pulls away. He's still beautiful, maybe even more so with slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks— his chest heaves with deep breaths from lack of air and you can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing you're the one who made him look like this.
He cradles your face with gentle hands before finally answering.
"If you want it to be."
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I have no idea where I was going with this.
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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;
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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
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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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angelltheninth · 11 months
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Lucio isn't hesitant to kiss you in public or praise you until your ears burn from his words, both gentle and lewd in nature. You could be walking into the tavern and he will spin you around, kiss your neck, giving you a hickey almost in a way to establish his dominance early on, signaling to others that you're pretty ass his his.
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Main6 with an s/o who is really cute but insists that there scary
Mc who's cute but insists they're scary
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Asra
Grins at them
“Oh yes, very, very scary.”
He’s lying. He does not think they’re scary.
He thinks it’s adorable when MC tries to convince him 
Asra does think their skills are scary, but their face completely betrays them
Often showers MC in kisses over it, assuring them that he thinks of these interactions like a silly joke
If it makes them feel better he'll admit they're scarier than Faust is
Julian
Outright chuckles at the thought
Them??? Scary?? That’s like saying he knows magic as well as he does medicine
This starts an all out war between the two of them
“I am not cute, I am scary, Julian.” “Are not!” “I am too!”
He can do that all day, please do not encourage him
he’ll play along occasionally, though he really does think their skills aren't a joke
Nadia
a little smile on her lips gives her actual opinion away
she won’t outright disagree, there are moments where they can be scary 
Nadia will give MC a kiss on the cheek, while cruelly telling them that they’re adorable.
She finds it very amusing watching them try to convince everyone they’re much scarier than they are.
Chandra doesn’t really help, seeing as she’s more intimidating than they are.
Muriel
No comment,
He won’t burst their bubble, at first
Once or twice he’ll huff with a smile, muttering something along the lines of “not that scary…”
If they give him a 'stern' look they’re just proving his point!
He gets so flustered when they start a lecture on how they definitely are scary. 
Inanna just stares, unimpressed. They’re not scary, she’s the only terrifying one here, of course.
Portia
She's just as stubborn about it as MC is.
Portia won't often tease about it, but when she does it can go all day.
She'll often point out when the MC is proving her point.
She loves to watch the MC defend their case, even if it's a lost cause.
Pepi won’t agree with them either, she’s learned that lesson before.
At least the MC and Portia can be cute and unexpectedly powerful together?
Lucio
He’s staring at them like they grew two heads.
They’re what now? Sorry, he must have heard that wrong.
He most definitely thinks they're adorable trying to convince him that they're scary.
Probably laughed in MC's face about it before his upright ending.
Mercedes and Melchior aren't even paying attention any time they talk about this.
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Asra and Mc on one of their many trips
Pairing: Asra x reader
Genre: not necessarily fluff, it's kinda neutral
Warnings: none!
Word Count: 818
A/n: This was requested by a friend such a long time ago, along with a few others, but I'm getting back into writing again as college chills out before spring break. I hope you guys enjoy it!! Requests are closed at the moment as I go through drafts, sorry!!
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Asra always kept the destination a secret, no matter how many prying questions you could come up with. All that was left was to follow his horse on your own. Luggage was settled onto the giant herbivore's haunches as they carried you to wherever these astral trails may lead you.
It wasn't much longer until you'd approached a brightly lit tunnel into another world. You blinked rapidly against the light, holding a hand over your eyes until your vision cleared.
Slowly, the light gave away to radiant blue skies that were littered with white fluffy clouds. You were in a field of long grass now, shades of green and tan reached up to lick at your fit that sat in the saddle's foot holsters. You looked around as Asra silently lead you downhill. The grasses moved with the wind, hiding small and medium creatures from the warm sun of the late afternoon.
Looking ahead, you spotted a small cabin resting before a yellow beach, a trail of flat rocks leading out into the utterly blue ocean that the cabin overlooked.
You arrived at the cabin, packing away your horse into the small stables attached to the wooden building. You dragged your luggage inside, and, with the power of magic unknown to you, the cabin was much much bigger on the inside. It had enough room for a decently sized living room and kitchen, a reading room tucked away in a corner and shielded from the world with barely transparent sparkly purple curtains. There was an upstairs, presumedly to the bedroom.
Asra lead you up there, beckoning you with a jutt of his head. He pointed you to your room and you went in. You set your luggage to the side to be unpacked later that night. The room wasn't big but it was still spectacular. A bay window in the wall opposite from the door to the bedroom, a wardrobe off to the left, and your bed to the right, covered in transparent curtains, as if to shield some of the overpowering afternoon light from the area where you would sleep.
"I'll be back," Asra spoke, scaring you from your gawking. "Just before nightfall, hopefully."
"Okay," You nodded.
"Don't stray too far," Asra told you. "Stay close to the cabin."
"I will, Asra," You told him, hoping it would soothe his worries about you.
Before long, Asra left you alone in the cabin, setting off on his horse and taking Faust with him. And tempted to explore, you shed yourself of the multiple layers of traveling clothes and left yourself in a tight crop top and a long, flowy skirt. You ventured outside and into the ocean, tempted by the blue color and the possibility of the creatures that reside inside. Stepping out to the point where the salty water covered up until just below your chest, you realized how clear the water really was. You were still able to see the sandy sea floor and your bare feet that sunk into the small, yellow particles.
Fish swam between your legs and pushed your skirt to and fro. They were colorful, ranging from whites and blacks to bright pinks. Seagulls and oceanic birds of prey called from above, as if aware of the newcomer, eyeing you from a safe distance as they circled above.
Moray eels joined the fish, gaping maws and long bodies brushing against your legs. Some of the smaller fish found safety below your shirt, floating there away from predators.
Chirps and shrills sounded from further in the ocean and you spotted large fins making their way above the water. In different spots, air and water were sent into the sky. There must be a whale pod not to far from the reef you found yourself standing in.
"They like you," Asra scared you once again. You hadn't realized you'd been out here this long.
"Huh?" You asked, no idea what he was talking about.
"The creatures, the ocean," Asra informed. "I'm lucky if I get two seahawks above, the red-ish raptors above us."
You look up, the raptors were closer now, still circling.
"Oh," Was all you could say.
"You have a way with animals," Asra said. "Especially those of the water. You should really look into that."
You look over at Asra, his purple eyes reflecting the shining light of the ocean and his clean, white hair whipping around in the wind. He looked out of place in the ocean, he belonged more on land. You, not so much.
"I guess I should," You told him.
One of the raptors from above voiced their agreement before flying off as a group, them towards the shore and the seagulls out into the ocean.
"We should get back before it gets dark," Asra turns to walk back to the beach of your temporary home. "It gets cold out here."
You nod, turning to follow him.
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M6 w/ on MC’s birthday
Happy belated birthday 2 me and @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia!! Thank you for the help with my writer’s block too.. 🥺 Written using voice recognition, my fingies hurt…
Asra
Will never forget your birthday. Always wants to go all out for you. They get so excited decorating the place for you, they try really hard to hide it from you but always fail. Oh, and get ready for streamers EVERYWHERE. On the floor, on the walls, streamed across the ceilings, and probably in their hair too if I’m being honest…
It’s up to you if you want them to bake you a cake or not. Selasi is always prepared to make one if anything goes wrong. If anything, he already has the cake batter prepared each year…… Asra is quite experienced in baking anyway. What’s the better than baking you a surprise cake? Baking one with you! Azz just wants to be close to you on these special days and has little to no problem if you want to join him in preparations. They wanted to be able to serve you in this way, but they’ll toss it aside if it means they get to hold you while you mix frosting!
As for presents, they definitely overthink it. Should they make something? Should they take you out for dinner? Will it be good enough? Or should they do all of the above? Oh, DEFINITELY all of the above. The entire day is your birthday! (He definitely joked that he was your present at least once, c’mon).
Faust: The Cake Thief™️. You know she’s up to some thievery when you hear a faint, “Ooh, tasty!!”
If you didn’t know any better, you’re skeptical if Asra had some sugar or coffee early in the morning. They were gentle waking you upppp and walking you down the stairssss, but they seem to be literally rattling with excitement…
To tell you the truth, they were making homemade decorations all night after you fell asleep. They slept a little! Just not enough. So they found this “morning tea” stocked in their surprise cabinet, and they just assumed it was like a gentle coffee, and they were SO wrong. It was basically a double shot of espresso, and now they’re trying not to bounce off the walls all morning. When you tell him you guys can do something with that energy, he lights up and skips his merry little way to the musical side of Vesuvia with you to dance it off!
All in all, your birthday celebrations with Azz are very spontaneous and never secluded to just one day. They planned way too many things to fit all in one!
Julian
No! Nobody had to remind him what day your birthday is! …. Oh GOD he needs a notepad STAT.
Okay, actually he did remember. As soon as you told him what day it was months in advance, he wrote it down! …. Somewhere…….. He ended up forgetting about it surprisingly close to your birthday, but luckily for the both of you, Jules can’t keep his mouth shut, and the entire South End remembers your birthday and the plans.
The poor guy drives himself a little nuts trying to get everything in order, especially with so many people wanting to help. Like, just when he thinks he’s done, someone brings up something else he told them and he’s like “Why would I say that??”
The day is planned as such: First, a casual picnic breakfast by the docks together. Then, a nice walk around Vesuvia and maybe some undercover window shopping at the Red Market. Once he thinks you’re in need of a little rest, he tells you he’s got this truly amazing nap spot…. Yes, it’s the up in the theater rafters. He’s basically got a nest up there, real nest in the corner courtesy of Malak.
Malak brings his present before Julian gives you his. 💀 He gave it to you after Julian left you to take a nap. It was a stolen earring, of course… You made a mental note to return it to its owner once you had time.
Julian uses your nap as a means to prepare the stage for his short play. Since he kinda forgot a couple days before, he really wants to get this right for you and freaks out when he sees you peering at him from the rafters in the middle of setting the stage. He scrambles up to you and mumbles a bunch of different stuff about “Please go back to sleep”, “I’m sorry I’m so frazzled — I just wanted to dazzle you”, and “Wow, I should write that one down.”
You tell him you really don’t mind and he doesn’t have to stress so much about a day that you’re both supposed to enjoy, honest. It takes a bit more reassurance, but he caves in to the treacherous healthy habits and hugs you. He’ll still try to salvage your surprise though, and he asks you to chill out up there for a little longer.
As it turns out, he had a whole short play planned out for you! He had a couple of friends who owed him a favor or two and he performed a short and sweet show just for you !! He booked the stage for the bit and sat with you for the next show after his performance.
At the end of the night, Julian handed you this small, twine-wrapped parcel. He nudged you to go ahead and open it with a tired smile. When you opened it, it was a single earring. He explained he must’ve dropped the other one somewhere backstage and didn’t want to disturb the stage technicians for the moment, so you brought upon god’s wishes and showed him the other earring to his pleasant surprise. You told him Malak took it, and Julian just did nothing but smile and look at you, lovingly. He didn’t have to tell you happy birthday.
Portia
Ohhh, she remembers every year. She’s one of those gals that prepare a party like a month in advance.
She is VERY good at hiding the preparations. She is the gaslight gatekeep girlboss of birthday parties. She actually talked about it a lot with her friends and acquaintances! … and ended up hosting a potluck for your birthday. Everyone was just so excited! They couldn’t help it! Now, Portia doesn’t have to decide on a menu because it seems like every food you could possibly think of is laid out on the dozens of tables.
For the most part, Portia set up a simple, traditional birthday party surprise. The day started with you two going out to the market for some frivolous spending. She keeps a really good eye out for things you take a liking to and also finds a super cute new outfit for you to wear for the day! You tell her you didn’t have any big plans for the evening though, and Miss Girlboss just tells you she likes it when you dress up and winks. You know the wink.
Now, she has to keep you busy for a little longer without tiring you out too much so her friends have time to set everything up. So, she takes you on a little street food stall date where you guys try unusual flavors of jalebi and bara — where you try a couple jalebi with voice-switching syrup and try to make each other laugh the rest of the trip.
She didn’t actually have an idea when her friends would be done, so she was really risking it all, taking you back to the cottage. It’s not like you could tell, though. Her confidence was impenetrable on the walk home, and her intuition served her well because you two showed up just in time.
She covers your eyes before you walk into the clearing andddd SURPRISE !!! There are people here !!
She has to hold back from hugging and loving you up the entire time you walk around to explore. There are activities you would find at festivals here like apple bobbing and craft-making, along with the excessively long food stands, of course. It’s a very social event, so she’ll understand if you want to get away from the buzz most of the time, but she’ll still want to come with you! She values the quiet time.
The party itself goes on into the later hours of the night and the dancing just gets crazier and crazier. (Portia likes to be twirled). It doesn’t go into the early morning since some of Portia’s friends brought their children, but you say goodbye and thanks to everyone as they leave and you feel your body crumpling a little as the last few people go. With a lazy, goofy smile on your faces, you both leave the cleaning for the morning and crawl into bed together while Portia gives you one last mustered, “Happy birthday, MC…”
Nadia
Obviously, she goes all out every year for you! Banquet? Vacation? Party? Honey, she’s got it covered months in advance. All complete with a super tall cake you could swear was designed for a wedding and anything you could possibly ask for, honestly.
If there was ever a year Nadia forgot your birthday, she would’ve had to have been SWAMPED with work and burnt out to the point of forgetting days or even months. The last thing she could’ve imagined was forgetting such an important day, and she assumed she would be reminded by an advisor or just being brought up mid-conversation, but she was reminded by YOU. OF YOUR OWN BIRTHDAY.
It’s literally the five stages of grief for her, and she’s in denial until she checks her calendar and remembers the dates leading up to today.
She throws her arms around you in a tight hug and apologizes deeply and repeatedly. She tells you of all the things she had planned as if she doesn’t have the power to set aside all her duties for the day just for you. She’s aware of this of course, but she feels so guilty for forgetting… When the palace servants and advisors realized she’d forgotten, they went into a frenzy, asking her if she’d like them to have preparations done as quickly as possible. It’s up to you if you try to stop her.
If you allow her to go through with the emergency preparations, she’ll feel a little more relief that she can still pamper you. She’ll line the dining table with your favorite foods and at the end of the meal, you’ll have a — Nadia’s definition of— modest sized birthday cake, gorgeously decorated with edible flowers and tasty treats. Every servant working that day was paid extra for the trouble. Honestly, Nadia probably prepped the rest of the WEEK for you on the same day.
If you opt to stop Nadi in her tracks and explain you really didn’t want anything too big anyway, she’ll be gracefully surprised and a little disappointed in herself. She has the resources to treat you and your refusal feels like you’re disappointed in her too! But she understands and asks you what you really wanted for your birthday after assuring you she can give you the world.
And so Nadia allows you to have a modest birthday… on her yacht. She couldn’t help it !! Your skin glows in the sunlight and you look cute in a big floppy hat! She packed some fancy snacks, supplies for things you’d like to do on the yacht and beach, and a cute bakery-sized cake with “Happy Birthday, My Love” written on it in cursive. She will insist on feeding you if you’d like, like always. She wants to do anything you want to do today! And I mean anything, alright…
Muriel
One of Muriel’s bad habits included not keeping track of the days. The only times they really mattered were when seasons changed. Slush on the forest floor meant it was time for him to stock up on food and wood. Smells like a rainstorm? He’s gotta get those holes in the roof patched up before dusk.
But NOooOooOoo, you just had to show up and show him life is beautiful! Disastrous for the poor guy, truly. Now, he goes to bed thinking about nice things that happened during the day like how sleepy your face looked during breakfast or how cute you looked carrying that basket of herbs.
The point is, he knows how important birthdays are to people, (He’s learned his lesson from the “Asra-stravaganzas”), and he wants to make the day special for you too! So, he double checks with Asra a couple times just to make sure he’s got the day right. His preparations include: pancakes, flower garlands, and a mental list of embarrassing things he wants to say to you (literally just romantic stuff like I’ll love you always).
He’s surprised he’s actually kind of excited — or is this nervousness? You’ve always told him those two are hard to differentiate between…
When the day comes, he wakes up first as usual and goes about his daily routine. The only thing that changes is that he regrets not practicing how to make pancakes in advance… Not to worry! He read up on it before and knows exactly which ingredients to use and what to do. Thank goodness it actually comes out properly and just in time for you to wake up. He’s never been so excited to tell someone “Happy Birthday…”
As for his present, he realized he dug himself a hole because he regularly gifts you things. Some things that require a lot of time! He probably gifts you a handcrafted wooden figurine every month because it was simply his go-to, but now he’s gotta step out of his comfort zone. So, what does he do? He makes another wooden craft. Except it’s not a figurine, it’s a 3D model of your name with stories of the adventures you’ve gone on carved into the letters. You spend a good part of the day tracing your fingers over them and reminiscing with him (while trying to rearrange the letters to spell other words).
He takes you on a late picnic so you can watch the sun set and the stars fade into the sky, and if you fall asleep, he’ll carry you home and tuck you in.
Lucio
Surprisingly (sorry, Lucy), Lucio remembers your birthday and anticipates it for like a month before the actual day! Lucio’s birthdays were big excuses for throwing extravagant, luxurious parties and what better to do than throw you one?
Obviously doesn’t have the resources anymore to give you the type of party he always threw, so he starts thinking, and then worrying. He figured this would be the last thing he’d ever worry about. Just a couple of drinks, some music, and a cake, right? Except now, he wants the best for you, regardless of luxuries, which means he has to be willing to do what you want. What DO you want??
Aaaaand that question opened up a can of worms. What if you want to spend your birthday without him? Maybe with Asra? That guy is annoying, for sure, but they DID bring you back to life after he killed you. They’re basically your family. But you’re also HIS family… right?
The days keep going by and he tries not to think too hard about it, being his happy-go-lucky self, picking up a bottle of something or two, but every other purchase in your spirit urks him. It’s a miracle he gets to sleep the night before your birthday.
He gently wakes you up with a little ache in his heart and kisses you out of bed. You two have the whole day for yourselves !! Now you get to do what you want to do today as Lucio is secretly clenching his heart that it involves him.
As soon as you say you wanna do something with him, he crumbles and clings onto you and lets all the troubles flow out of his mouth. He was so worried. He loves you so much, he wanted to spend today with you more than anything. He saved his money for the occasion, and he’ll take you wherever you want to go. Hell, he doesn’t care if you wanna celebrate the whole week! As long as you’re with him…
(Feel free to make fun of him, just a little. He’ll allow it, but he’ll grumble and huff about it all day, all week how, “This counts as your ONLY birthday present, MC! You’re not getting anything else!”)
You end up going a couple of places he suggested like a diner that overlooks the marketplace and going to see a “very overrated showing” at the theater, as he claims. (He ended up just watching you laugh half the time). As for your present, he gifts you a shiny box that Mercedes steals immediately after he takes it out and proceeds to throw it around with Melchior. Lucio is definitely humbled by how worried like hell he was about how expensive the contents were. Once he’s worn out and ready to give up, Mercedes just walks up to you, sets it on your lap, and plops beside you for belly rubs. It was a custom made silver bracelet with two wolves chasing each other around it. Lucio and Melchior plop down on your other side and Lucio tells you one last, exhaustive, “Happy birthdayyyy!”
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hewwo-its-floof · 1 year
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Imagine:
You were playing around with potions in the apartment above the magic shop. You ended up making an interesting bubble bath with just the right combination of herbs and flowers, so you saved it for when Asra got home. And sure enough, Asra comes home, you hand him the bubble bath, and he thanks you and goes to clean up. An hour later, he comes out of the bathroom with pastel rainbow hair. And you just fall over laughing.
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