#The Arcana Oneshot

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

next next next, "oh stop pouting, i'm coming" with a sleepy sleepy julian, and maybe "sad...i have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with" too? it fits together

I literally forgot about this for, like, a week lmao

“Are you almost done?” Julian asked.

You glanced back at him and couldn’t suppress a smile. He’d moved his pillow to the end of the bed so he could rest on his stomach while still looking at you. Although, with the way his hair was falling in his eyes, you doubted he could actually see anything.

You’d have loved nothing more than to join him, but there was a still a pile of books on your desk that you had yet to begin in.

“No,” you sighed. “I have to get this done, my love.”

“Nadia won’t mind if you take a break, you know,” he pointed out. “In fact, she’d probably be upset if she knew how hard you’re pushing yourself.”

“I know, Julian. But this is serious. People are getting sick and we need to find out everything we can about it. If it’s contagious, if it has a magical origin, how to cure it-“

Julian’s soft chuckle interrupted you. “I’m a doctor, (Y/N). I know this is important. But my point is that you won’t be any use to anyone if you keel over in the middle of dinner.”

You knew he had a point, but you were determined to keep going as long as you could. Determined to avoid a second Red Plague.

“Sorry, my love. You’ll have to sleep without me.”

Julian sighed dramatically, rolling over onto his back and letting his head hang over the edge of the bed. “Shame. I have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with…”

“I know what you’re doing, Ilya,” you said, bringing out his old name to show that you were serious.

Julian flashed you a smirk, somehow looking even more striking upside-down. “Is it working?”

“No,” you said stubbornly.

His smirk faded and now he was pouting at you. “(Y/N), please. We’ve barely seen each other all week. I miss you.”

You turned away, staring at the scroll in front of you, but the words refused to register. Behind you, Julian sighed again.

You knew a losing battle when you saw one.

“Oh, stop pouting,” you groaned, pushing the chair back and getting up. “I’m coming.”

Julian smiled. “I knew that would work.”

“Keep going and I’m going to smother you with a pillow, my love.”

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[artanddaddyissues]

Any interest in the main 6 living with a MC who's disabled? One who deals with chronic fatigue and pain maybe? And how they would accommodate and support them 💖 love ur work btw (〃^ω^〃)

Omg 🥺 I’m crying I love this request sm! HERE YOU GO <3

the M6 with an M/C who is chronically ill

Heads up: this could be sensitive to some but overall its not very angsty! gender neutral M/C, M/C text is yellow

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- "Oh my gods, twins!"

- Asra is also, always tired although he is not medically diagnosed he likes to joke around with you.

- It's draining and extremely tiring for you but Asra takes good care of you when you can't.

- He lets you know that you are still capable of being independent and strong enough to stand alone but help makes life so much easier and he doesn't hesitate to give it.

- Asra constantly tries new spells, potions and charms when they learn of your diagnosis.

- "Try this, it always works for me."

- Your body has adapted to using magic meaning that you don't use it often. Only on "good" days

- Asra often uses healing magic on you in hopes to take away the pain for a while and sometimes it works!

- Your illness doesn't phase him since he's known you since forever and he' is used to living with your routine of sleepless nights, or sleeping through the day.

- He knows what to do when you're in incredible pain or when you're uncomfortable.

- "wait wait wait... you just... sleep?" "It's complicated."

- He encourages you to open up to him about your every symptom, feeling, etc....

- "Okay, I know you're always feeling under the weather, I understand what chronic means but I think I found something that might help you." "Are there any-" "No. No leeches, my love."

- Some days are worse than others and he invests all his time into you on those days. Even though your fatigue never goes away when you sleep, Julian still encourages you to rest, and keep relaxed. "Don't use too many faculties and no magic! As least for today, alright? I'll be back with some tea and medication for you."

- Very much a caretaker whenever its a bad day for you

- He loves to surprise you with gifts and take you on "dates" at home where he does all the chores, brings a meal home and surprises you with flowers, especially since you don't always feel like going out

- He's sometimes a little over protective and it takes a while for him to learn how to change that. After all, he watched you defeat the devil.

-Julian admires you a lot more than you realize for having to live with a chronic illness. Few patients he's seen actually have illnesses like yours so whenever he sees you doing... anything, he's in awe.

- "Do not disturb them."

- Basically your bodyguard, bestie and wife all in one.

- She treats you no differently. She invites you everywhere, includes you in everything and makes sure you're kept in the loop.

- Nadia knows to well what it feels like to be left out so she makes sure you're with her all the time, included in the big city projects, in the boring engagements, etc...

- Nadia likes to make you feel special, so naturally she SPOILS YOU A LOT. Jewels? Furs? Food? A new palace? Sure

- She makes sure you have access to the best doctors of Vesuvia, actually no. She makes sure you have the best doctors on the continent.

- "Are you feeling up to a walk in the gardens?"

- She loves your willingness to not let your illness define you. Much of your routine is similar to hers, and you do many things most people dont even think of doing.

- Nadia is extremely inspired by you and makes sure you're treated incredibly well at all times.

- "Wake up! Oh wait- sorry..."

- It takes a little getting used to, especially once you live together but Lucio gets the hang of it.

- He isn't used to routine but makes an effort to stick to at least your morning routine, your medication routine, etc...

-Lucio doesn't mind at ALL and encourages you to carry on with life and stay strong

-In a way, you both suffered in your lives. Your illness is chronic and Lucio lost his arm! Many jokes are made between the both of you.

- "Hey, can we arm wrestle?" "No, I'm tired." "Thats fair."

- The dogs love to be protective over you whenever you fall asleep or are in pain. Lucio hates it but eventually gets around them, cuddling up next to you.

-Similar to Nadia, he makes sure you have the best doctors he can find. You deserve the best, always!

- Lucio loves and i mean, loves to spoil you. "Bad day? Thought so. I got you this!"

- He loves the reaction he sees every time he brings you a gift or takes you somewhere. It really warms his heart to know that he's doing something right, for somebody who needs it.

-He learned a lot from you like patience, willpower and strength. You are his role model, basically.

- "We are cuddling." "But-" "I'm waiting!"

- She smothers you in love and affection always, but especially when you really don't feel well

- she makes sure you know that you're safe with her and that you can be vulnerable

- she always helps put on your medical devices, even going as far as learning how they work and what they do for you

- "Do you want a snack?" She enjoys taking care of you whenever its a bad day, good day, any day!

- She has many questions and usually asks them tentatively, "If you don't mind... Can you explain to me why exactly you're in pain? It never goes away?"

- Respect 100 <3

- She will fight someone for you if they dare look at you wrong

- She knows how strong you truly are and that just makes her melt. She is completely in love with every part of you, even the bad days when you feel like absolute crap, you're moody and tired too.

- "I'll watch over you..."

- Protectiveness 100

- He makes sure either he or Inanna has an eye on you at ALL TIMES.

- He loves taking you on walks through the forest, he believes they help you.

- Protective charms? WAY TO MANY-

- "I'm sorry if i'm a burden." His wide eyes make you regret saying that at all. "Never say that again. You're not a burden, you're my partner."

- Soft cuddles always <333

- He makes sure you know that you are so much more than your illness. He encourages you to do things, but never pushes you out of your comfort zone.

- He's like your safe space. Constantly encouraging you, reassuring you caring for you...

- "Hey, M/C? let's visit Asra- if you're up to it-" "I am, lets go!"

- He loves your outlook on life and you both have deep talks, especially late at night when you're both sleepy.

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If I got anything wrong or misunderstood anything AT ALL. TELL ME!! I want to rep everyone fairly, so if I said something a little stupid let a girl know 😭

Much love and support to the strong people out there dealing with chronic illness. <3

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[beanswrites]

"The Special Tea" Asra x MC, from The Arcana

Guys, here you go, have a nice little one-shot before I do some requests!!

Fun fact: This is the first The Arcana one shot I've ever written! I found it recently (and edited it, because my God was it cringy)!

I know that I was gone for a little bit of time but hey, I'm back, and requests are open! Feel free to request anything, but check out my rules for requesting first! Or, you could also pick something from my prompts!

Also available on AO3!

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Word count: 1557 words

Trope: Fluff, Slight Angst

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x fem! MC

AU: none

Warnings: drugging (technically??), truth tea

Picture from Pinterest!

As the apprentice of the great magician Asra, everyone expects that your life is full of wonders, adventures, and magic. Well, they couldn't be more wrong. Asra never lets you come with him on his trips because he wants to keep you safe, so you get stuck in the shop.

You are in charge of running the shop and helping the customers while you wait for them to come back from their unpredictably long trips. This time, Asra wasn't back for a month. That was a dangerously long time to be away from him.

Honestly, chilling at the shop was getting pretty boring after that kind of time because there was nothing to do. You couldn't even play with Faust because the little purple python always hung around Asra's neck in his adventures.

The white-haired man would sometimes send you postcards and letters just so you know that he's okay. Julian and Portia visited every once in a while, so you couldn't exactly say you were lonely. That didn't mean you didn't miss him, though.

The winds were breezing that night, with hints of magic in the air. That usually meant a strong magician is in town, and there wasn't a better magician in the whole Vesuvia than the man you gave your heart to, Asra.

Okay, he maybe gave you his heart physically, but what the all mighty magician didn't know was that you reserved your heart for him and him only. He was indeed very handsome, incredibly smart, and would always keep you safe, which is why you started liking him in the first place. Sure, he can be annoying with his mysteries sometimes, but in all other ways, he was everything you wanted.

The clock struck 7 PM, so it was the time to put the shop's sign to 'closed' and clean the place up for tomorrow. You were exhausted since you had five tarot readings today. The brush you were sweeping with brushed every part of the wooden floor as you hummed the light song Julian has taught you in the Rowdy Raven, just like every day.

Out of nowhere, the wooden floor screeched, and you yelled out: "Sorry, we're closed!" but the person didn't seem to get the hint. The mysterious figure continued walking in, going fastly through the shop, getting close to the private part where you and Asra lived.

"Um... EXCUSE ME, but we are closed. You are welcome to come back tomorrow when we will be open" You repeated, but the shadow man kept coming forward. Somebody's deep breath echoed just a couple of meters away from you, which put shivers through your body.

Oh no.

What if it was someone who wanted to hurt you?

Or who wanted to hurt Asra?

What if Lucio came back?

These were the questions circling in your mind as you thought about what to do.

If your master was here, he would probably tell you to use your mind and let the magic flow. As he would usually tell you, you took a deep breath and grabbed a potion from the shelf that you could use to stop the potential intruder.

"Don't come closer! I have a weapon!" 

You said, but the man came into the room. Listening to your instincts, you threw the bottle onto the figure.

You didn't see much, but you figured it was a man and not an extremely large one. Maybe you could have tackled him down. Maybe he wasn't a threat. You figured out it wasn't one of your male friends, but nor Lucio, as the figure was physically a bit smaller than all of them.

Suddenly, the figure spoke.

"Ouch, MC, I know you've missed me, but you don't have to push me down! Can you please help me up?"

As soon you realized who it was, you jumped on him and tackled him with many hugs.

"ASRA!! YOU'RE BACK!!"

He laughed, and his wonderful purple eyes shined. He put his hands on your back and brought you in another warm hug, which almost made you melt right there in his arms.

"Come here MC! let's make some tea so I can tell you about my adventures and you can tell me why did you jump on me like I was robbing the store."

You blushed as you followed him into the kitchen. You grabbed a jar full of yours and his favorite herbs, but he stopped your hand and placed the jar back on its shelf.

"No, not that one today. I have a very special tea that I want you to try"

He said as he brought a small jar of purple powder back into the room. The suspicious substance smelled like lavender and moonflower. It was unlike any other tea you have seen before. Still, you would trust Asra with your life, so you let him cook tea for the both of you.

When the hot drink was finally finished, he brought it over to the table in front of you, when you noticed something strange. The only purple tea was meant for you, which means Asra only wanted you to drink it.

"Don't worry, I would never poison you, MC! I wouldn't be able to stand the fact that you're hurt." He said like he could read your mind.

Those words relaxed you a bit as you took the first sip of your tea. The feeling it gave you was warm and bright, it was magical. Suddenly, you began feeling very light and sleepy, and the last thing you remember is Asra's warm smile, as he whispered: "Sweet dreams, MC.."

You woke up the next day in Asra's bed, with no memory of what happened. At first, you were scared and very confused.

'Shit, what if we slept together?!'

That thought quickly went away as you realized that you were fully clothed in what you wore the day before. You slowly made your way from Asra's room into your shared kitchen, where you've spotted him making some kind of traditional Vezuvian dish for breakfast.

"Good morning MC, my love, did you sleep well?" He said as he stirred the dish in his pot.

A crimson shade flushed over your face at his comment.

"What do you mean Asra? Why are you calling me that?"

He laughed like what you asked him was the funniest thing in the world.

"Oh right, sorry, you don't remember... I always forget that after the truth potion you can't remember things! Why am I calling you that? Because you kind of confessed your love to me last night, MC.."

Suddenly, your anger rushed thru the roof as you realized what he said.

"Hey, that's not fair! You put me on a truth potion! You basically drugged me, Asra! Plus, how do I know you're not making this up? And care to explain why was I laying in your bed?!"

The handsome, white-haired man came closer to you and held your hands in his.

"Listen, MC, I know I shouldn't have... I just really wanted to know if you feel the same for me..? I swear I'm not making it up, I can make a vision right now just to prove it to you. And I swear, I would never take advantage of you like that, you were lying in my room because I brought you there! You were too weak to walk, and my room was the closest, so I put you to sleep there.."

You thought for a few moments before answering him. He was a jerk for making you confess everything when you didn't know what was happening, but at least he knew your real feelings, right?

"Ughhh, fine... But at least, tell me... What did I say to you? How did I confess..?"

He turned his facial expression into a huge grin, while he was going back to his meal.

"Well... I asked you how were you feeling, because you looked very funny, almost drunk, and you said you were okay. Then, I didn't want to pry too much, but then you suddenly asked me: "Heyyy, Asraaa, you wanna hear a secret??" Which I, of course, wanted to hear. Then, you told me: "Asraa, I loveee youuu". Now tell me, MC, were you telling the truth?"

You blushed spread on your ears and chest, as you looked at the wooden floor.

"Well... It was a truth potion, wasn't it..?"

Asra quietly nodded as he approached you.

"But.. Asra? How did you respond? I mean... Are you okay with me, feeling this way..?"

He grabbed your chin and slightly brought your head up so you can look up at his eyes. He stroked your cheek a few times and smiled lightly.

"MC, no star in the sky shines as bright as you... The only thing that keeps me homesick for this town is the fact that you are waiting for me... I love you too, MC, my love, and I told you that yesterday too."

Since that day, only a few things changed. Asra would still go on his adventures, but would sometimes take you with him. And when you were left in the shop, every time he came back he greeted you with a loving kiss. Now, you have completely given your heart to the purple-eyed magician, all because of Asra's special tea.

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[grapenamjams]

Better Than A Dream

Genre: NSFW

Characters: Muriel from the arcane & Reader

Contains: soft mdom, mention of wet dream, oral m. Receiving, Dirty talk, cock warming,

A/n: welcome to grape’s annual Muriel smut one shot post. Will there be one next year? The world may never know!

You feel the bed shift more than once in the span of a few minutes stirring you awake. With half eyes open you notice the sliver of moonlight passing through the curtains. letting you know that it was a little pass midnight.

It was the sigh that made you fully turn towards a clearly vexed Muriel beside you, running a hand down his face. His exposed chest goes up and down in shaky breaths , his skin flushed. “Muriel?” he starts at the sound of your voice in the quite room. You apologies noticing his reaction. “Are you alright?” You ask softly. You don’t move closer even when you want to, not knowing if it’s okay to touch him, wanting to give him space.

He nodes but he dosnt look at you. “I’m sorry that I woke you. ” you shake your head, “it’s alright” You wish you could say that waking up to Muriel tossing and turning at night was rare but unfortunately this was the case ever so often. Memories of the past thought to be forgotten resurfacing, playing out in his dreams where he is supposed to be the safest. Causing him to stir like this, hold you closer to him or at times leaving the bed completely until you go find him when you feel his abesnace.

“Was it a nightmare again?” You watch his face as he sucks in a breath, eyes landing on one of the hanging crystals by the wall catching the moonlight. After a moment he shakes his head. You feel a slight relief, reaching a hand towards him rubbing his arm. He clears his throat “It was- it was nothing.” He turns to his side towards you but his eyes are still not meeting yours. “It’s late you should go back to sleep” you frown at his dismissal even though he can’t see it. Clearly something is bothering him.

“are you sure? you were tossing and turning for awhile” your fingers brush through his dark hair. Shifting closer to him, your hand continuing the motion hoping to relax him. Although you couldn’t have seen his throat bob and hear his heartbeat quicken.

“I’m sure.” He states. However when he takes in a breath, breathing in your familiar scent. words escape him in a groan like whisper. “Just a selfish dream”

You don’t miss the lowered words. “A selfish dream?” You questioned. Muriel only nodes his head after a moment,closing his eyes hoping for You to follow his lead into returning to sleep. but Your curiosity still Persists. “Was it good or bad?” Muriel’s hand reaches out to your waist, letting out a breath. You would have taken it a sign to stop after he was quiet for a moment but to your amusement he replied. “Good…really good” his thumb rubs your side.

Good? You think, confused Then why doesn’t he want to- his hand pulls you closer. Oh… all other thoughts fade at the feel of his body against yours.

You bite your lip suppressing a smile. “Muriel?” You say, hand pushing back hair that had fallen forward.

“Hm?” He breathes You again unknowingly where your brain has wondered too.

Sensing his reaction you lean away from his face. “Did you have a wet dream?” His eyes fly open and the blush is blooming on his face just as quickly. “What? N-no I…that’s…” his eyes go over your face. “why do you think that?” He stammers. you move your hips into him feeling him very presently against you.

You are unsure how he is able to get redder especially with the limited visibility that the moon provides. Muriel groans, rolling onto his back and places an arm over his eyes trying to cover himself wishing for the bed to swallow him into the covers.

You find it adorable and enjoyable that the man beside you, no matter how many times he takes you making each other feel all sorts of pleasures. Still gets easily flustered when it comes to talking about desires and intimacy. And because of that, you loved to tease him.

“I-I’m sorry…I don’t know why-“ Muriel started to apologize for the predicament he put you in. But you cut him off before his brain runs off with an idea that is untrue.

“Tell me was it about me?” You say, resting your head on your hand being able to look down at him.

Muriel starts, taken aback at what you said as if he could not believe you would hold the idea that he would be able to think of another person that was not you. “What? Of course it was.. who else…” his eyes narrow and look away from you “you’re teasing me, arnt you?”

You let out a giggle “just a bit, I can’t help it.” He grumbles rolling his eyes at you. You give him a kiss feeling his flushed cheek. “What was I doing in your dream?” You continued. your own body warmed with the ideas forming in your head.

His eyes look back at you, taking in your face as if he thought he didn’t hear you right. “Y-you want to know?” You give him a playful smile and node. this was a first for Muriel and as much as you protected his comfortability you always liked nudging him out of his comfort zone. His Adam able bobs “uh…you…” his gaze shifts away from You again.

You hum, “was I kissing you? Like this” your lips run along his jaw and down the side of his neck. “Y-yes” he sighs. You shift your body placing a arm on the other side of his face. Giving you more access to his neck. Kissing the hollow of his neck “Say it” your words land on his skin. he lets out a breath. “You were kissing me…my neck- just like that” his voice hitches as you suck on his sweet spot. Again your lips go over his neck and throat until you pull away looking down at him waiting for his next words. “my mouth” his eyes open to meet yours above him. A shy smile tilts at his lips and you never want to forget the image of him smiling up at you like this.

his largehand cups your face guiding you towards him until your lips meet. Muriel breathes you in. his lips greeting yours gently as he always does making you feel loved and cared for. But as always there is a point where his kisses become deeper and hungrier. Moans escaping each other.

bodies pressed and slightly moving against each other. You’re breathless when you ask “what else?” The forest color of his eyes were just rimming the edges of his darkened eyes. A contrast to his flushed face. “my body” he lets out and you were not needed to be told twice. Your mouth already leaving lingering kisses on his chest. His breathes becoming quicker his voice breathy each time he instructs you to go lower and lower. Kissing each scar knowing where they are on him. Leaving marks on His toned stomach.

When you reach the band of his undergarments. His need was visibly pressed against the fabric and you felt your own need pulse through your body. You kissed his thigh and looked up at him. His gaze landed on yours and he nodded. You take his signal and remove the covering. He was painfully hard, precum already dripping down the vein. Muriel sucks in a breath finally being free of his constraints. Making your mouth water.

You rub his hip and kiss next to the base and ever so lightly pressing your lips up his cock. “What did I do next?” You ask teasingly looking up at him. Muriel’s hand surprisingly lands on the back of your head. His gaze looking at you between his legs having him suppress a moan at the sight but his dick twitches giving him away. Yet his voice comes out deep and clear, traces of his shyness gone. “you used that teasing mouth to suck me off” his words land on your ears before Muriel guides your mouth to take him.

He curses above you as you moan around his head,licking around it. sending shocks through him which makes his hips buck the last of him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks as you let him move your head to a pace he wanted which was still mindful of you even in his pleasured state. As your own hand worked on the rest of him. “Yes, just like that” he groans.

You worked on him as best as you could as he moved you to his pleasure. Flattening your tongue having his clock glide in and out against. The your tongue rubbing that sensitive spot under the tip. All of this has his head digging deeper into the pillow and the grip on your hair tightening . “This is” he groans looking down at the sight before him. “much better than a dream” your eyes land on his and it makes his body tighten with more arousal then he thought he could have. The sight that you had also made you throb, a coat of sweat on his skin and his heaving chest caused you to moan wanting to see him come undone. he continues to follow his pleasure.

Yeses and praises falling from his mumbled lips. Just when you thought he was close to going over the edge, his hand stops and gently pulls you away from him. Giving him a sight of you as a drooling mess. Making The words “turn over on your hands and knees” not get out fast enough. His desire reaching that point where he needed to be inside of you, to feel all of you. Smiling you do as told not being able to form a reply because along with Muriel you just needed him inside you as fast as possible.

“A good listener” his deep voice sends a jolt down your spine as his large frame covers you. Earning him a moan “Muriel please, i need you” His lips kiss your exposed neck and shoulder while his hands remove your underwear. “I’m yours” he states wasting no time he starts pushing himself into you causing you both to moan at the sensation that never ceases to consume you both “all yours” he groans when he fully sinks into you. Giving you time to adjust to him, your walls stretch around the thickness of him. Your head lands on the mattress. Hips moving back with a whine, having Muriel take it as sign that he can began thrusting.

His movements begin slow till he almost pulls out fully and thrusts back in, wanting to feel the real you not his imagination, not how you feel in a dream. every inch, clench, throb and the warmth of you. One hand lands on your hip while the other one goes down your back keeping you with your head down. His pace picks up until you both are lost in pleasure and your sounds fill up the dark room. Every thrust sends jolts through you as he hits the spot that sends you closer to the edge each time.

After a moment your on your hands again and his chest is pressed against your back, covering you with his body. Your only thought his of him, everything about him consumes you as he keeps thrusting into you and pants next to your ear. Making you clench around him. The sensation pooling in your core increases when Muriel bites your shoulder muffling his moan against you.

He straightens up again hands on your hips, his breath increasing. “I’m gonna-“ he curses again “me too” You gasp Your hips move back against him and he lets you fuck yourself against him. “You’re perfect…. so so perfect” he says breathlessly “let go, please I want to feel you come around me” in a voice deep and pleading that causes you to go over the edge for him each time. With his name on your lips. he stills your hips against him, and you feel his hot release inside you. His own hips resuming his sloppy thrusts, Ridding both of your highs with moans and breaths becoming tangled. “take all of it” he moans.

After a moment when your hearts have calmed down. He slips out of you, both feeling the absence of the other. He pecks your back and cheek. “Come here” he coaxes.

Turning, you see him lay down head on his pillow. He then positions you, so you were to straddling him. Looking up at you with a blissed look that You have committed to memeory and often appears in your own dreams. “Are you okay?” He never fails to ask, pushing some of your hair back behind your ears. you node. “Always” you say kissing him. He sighs into you. You pull away with a playful grin.

“I do have to say, Your dream was quite an eventful one” as if on cue pink blooms across his already flushed face. Making you laugh.

His gaze meets yours again before looking down your body. Following your curves up again, humming. “It’s not over yet” you tilt your head questioning his words. It’s now Muriel that has a grin on his face. Lifting you up slightly he slips himself inside you again with a moan. His hands glide over your thighs, hips and waist continuing dragging his hands up your sides taking off your shirt. Forest Eyes taking you in fully under the moonlight. Making you feel loved, desired, admired, protected all at once. His hands don’t stop until they reached your face drawing you in for a gentle kiss keeping himself inside you having every inch of you against him, keeping him warm. “There. My dream is now complete.”

#muriel the hermit #muriel x reader #muriel the arcana #muriel the mountain man #the arcana smut #the arcana game #oneshot #muriel smut #the arcana asra #the arcana julian

[hope-father-thus-cup]

#cigarette #taylornation #the arcana game #illustrators on tumblr #the old guard #tangled #ptv #oneshots #ww2 #lion king #sexy pose #romantic #grey academia #art history

[sleepytwilight]

I wrote it on discord a week ago, might as well post it here

➷ Jealousy started from misunderstanding

"Sirius Sirius, I got two tickets to a play. It's on this weekend, are you free?"

"Oh Summoner is asking me out? I'm honored." he slightly chuckles. "I'm afraid I have to turn this offer down, I got 'dates' to take care of."

"I knew you'll say— What?" Lilith feels like the judgment day has come, Sirius declined her invites? This is a nightmare. "A-A date...? oh... HAH! Right, of course, I understand." she smiles. "Still it'll be such a shame if this tickets gone waste, you should take it."

Lilith didn't waste more time and shoved the tickets to Sirius and left the scene. While Sirius was dumbfounded by Lilith sudden action.

"Ugh..." Lilith wipe her tears, "I'm such an idiot, of course a handsome man like him already got someone. Why did I even try..-" She sighed out her frustration. "I'm going to curse him-"

Plot twist: Sirius is actually talking about the fruit 'dates'

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight summoner #oneshot

[marixrose]

Could I get a Hc for the arcana boys+Asra where Mc and their Li are just relaxing. When Mc notices their Li looking over at them Mc strikes the most adorable pose they can.

Of course! I haven’t written for the Arcana in a bit, but I hope this is up to your standards! 🫶🏼

The Arcana when MC strikes an adorable pose when caught looking at them

Asra— You both are stargazing after a long day. Asra has been very busy with their shop lately, not that they’re complaining—business is good. You’re gazing at the stars as Asra slowly turns their gaze to you. You are unaware of this at first, but soon feel the stare. You take a quick glance in their direction and smile. You turn towards them and prop your head up on your hand and gaze at them adoringly with a soft smile. Asra’s heart melts at the sight and he blushes slightly. Soon enough he is mimicking your pose, the stars forgotten. You both spent the time admiring each other.

Julian— He was busy reading a book while you both sat on the couch. You were writing in your journal completely focused and zoned out. Julian had been gazing at you for a couple of minutes now, but you were too distracted by your own thoughts. Soon enough you snap out of your focus and caught him staring at you in the corner of your eye. You turn towards him will a big smile and blow him a kiss. He blushed and turns away love struck. He fell in love with you all over again.

Muriel— You both are relaxing by the fire in his cabin after a long day. It was one of those days where you managed to bring him to the market with you, and he agreed. You were memorized by the sparks being produced by the fire that you were unaware that he was looking at you. You caught on soon enough and smiled. You kiss his cheek and lean your head on his shoulder lovingly. He felt warm inside, he felt loved.

Lucio— He decided to relax in the kitchen eating a delicious dessert. You both were relaxing and enjoying the meal. You were enjoying it a little too much not to notice him gazing at you. You had a mouthful of the dessert when you turn towards him with the biggest smile you could muster. He started laughing and once you swallowed your food, you laughed with him. He kissed your forehead and muttered cute things as you continued to enjoy the snack.

#the arcana oneshots #muriel the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra headcanons #asra alzanar #asra #count lucio x reader #julian x apprentice #julian arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana apprentice #julian x mc #julian x reader #muriel the mountain man #muriel the hermit

[little-lemoncake]

Sleepless (Part 1)

Asra Alnazar (The Arcana) x Female!Reader

Genre: (Y/n) can't seem to fall asleep and Asra decides to help.

contains: Dom/Sub Dynamic, Fingering, Choking

A/N: I wrote this about 2 years ago when I was deep in the Arcana fandom and crushing hard on Asra. I don't write much at the moment and a lot has changed in my life, but I thought why not post this old one anyway? I'm planning on posting a second part that I still have from back then and then I'll see if I continue it after that.

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"What is it, Darling?", he mumbles, his voice cutting through the soft crinkling of the sheets as you both move - you continuing the tossing and turning that had infected your limbs for half the night already, or so it felt, he to look at you with eyebrows knitted in concern.

"Are you not feeling well? Want me to get you something?"

His torso lifts off the mattress effortlessly only to be held back by your palm, quickly fumbled out from under the blankets. "No no", you whisper. "Thank you, Love. But it's nothing. I just can't sleep." Once again you turn, this time to lay facing him, blanket wrapped around your shoulders tightly and a slow exhale leaving your lungs.

"That doesn't sound like nothing to me, (y/n)." The moonlight dances on his neck, illuminating his lashes, as he looks at you from the corner of his eyes, lost in thought. "Why don't we go into the kitchen and have a little midnight tea? That helped you last time. I enjoy making tea, especially for you, my Love. As you know."

You chuckle and shake your head. "That sounds lovely... " Once again his torso lifts itself, once again you hold him back, sitting up under his attentive gaze. "But it's not like last time. I'm not sure tea would help me tonight."

The corner of his lip twitches up so lightly and at such a pace that you're not sure you actually saw the movement. He raises his eyebrow in concern, yet somehow like he's very well aware of what could help you. "Mmh", he hums, "Is that so?"

"What could possibly not be cured by a cup of tea?", he asks, letting his gaze fall to your lips.

When you don't respond, he lifts your chin with a finger, moving closer. "Huh, Darling?"

You stand his gaze, allowing your lips to form a smirk.

Sly eyes find your neck, collarbones, decoltee, and gentle fingers brush your waist before falling down towards the hem of your pyjama shorts. He lingers, hesitating, looking for signs of consent in you.

So you smile before letting your head fall back and eyes fall shut, and you relax, moments before his hand slips between the warmth of your skin and cool of the silk on your hips. You prepare for his hand where you want it most, almost feeling the touch, almost feeling the warmth of his fingertip dragging up and down, up and down. He stops instead.

"Oh no, Love. First of all, I want to hear you telling me whether you really want me to touch you there. Second of all, be polite and look at me as we unravel the secrets of your insomnia, won't you?"

With a blush on your cheeks and a sigh, you open your eyes and bring down your chin, looking at him expectantly. He taps your lips with his index finger and you cant help but smile. "Yes", you say, gently, looking at him with fascination as he cups your face. "Keep looking", he reminds you.

Your relaxed expression quickly fades as without a warning, he dips into your wetness, then pulls up his finger, then circles your clit in one smooth, quick movement. The pleasure is overwhelming, radiating throughout your body like waves. You can't help but let your lips part in awe as your eyebrows knit, biting your lip and letting your eyes fall shut. Your fingertips dig into his wrist, afraid he'll let go - and you want to scream, beg, cry when he does only moments later. Still attached to his wrist, you feel your hands being pulled up like a puppet, holding onto his arm like your last straw.

You're ready to complain, mouth heavy with questions, when the realization hits you. You closed your eyes. He had told you to keep looking at him.

"I even repeated myself beforehand."

You feel a strong hand grab your jaw when you don't respond within moments, forcing you to look up at his face, observing. There' s no anger painted on his features - amusement, rather, mixed with pure, dangerous, intoxicating lust.

"Did the insomnia affect your ears?", he whispers lowly, playfully concerned. "Or did you lose the willingness to follow commands that are given to you?"

You try to shake your head, but his hand holds your jaw in place. "Use your voice, "(Y/n)", he purrs.

"I- just", you stumble on your words, "I forgot. And it just felt so good and-" You break off, trying to avoid his eyes, but your gaze is limited with your head being held in place.

He notices your struggle and hums softly as you decide to look at his cheek. Picking up your gaze, he moves his eyes into your field of view.

His expression feels like an amused allegation and when you don't make any effort to defend yourself, he slides his hand down from your jaw to your neck. He grabs - lightly at first, then so tight you gasp and fail to hold back a moan.

"Does this help you remember?", he smiles, kissing the tip of your nose. Dizziness corrupts your brain. "Does it?", he asks again, letting you inhale once before applying tight pressure again. You don't speak, even if you could. You just look at him and allow yourself to look as desperate as you feel. You'd be lying if you denied the pleasure that swirls up in your stomach, flowing into a pool of wetness between your legs. And so a noise - half moan, half gasp escapes your throat, and he's quick to let go. You inhale desperately, wrapped into the warm blanket of his careful gaze. This time, real concern is in his voice as he checks in on you. "Was I too rough? Are you okay?"

Still breathing heavily, you take his hand into yours as a response, leading him to wrap around your throat another time. No, you shake your head, "I liked it."

When he doesn't choke you again, you apply pressure to his hand, encouraging him, but now he's the one to shake his head. "Patience, Darling, not too fast. We do intend to get you tired after all, right?"

You feel yourself long for his touch not even moments after he pulls his hands from you completely, grabbing a pillow and making his way back through the tangled sheets to lean onto the headboard. Through eyes narrowed in confusion, you watch his moonlit frame get comfortable on the other side of the bed, away from you.

"Hm?", he makes. "All clothes off, then touch yourself."

#dom!asra x reader #the arcana smut #sub!reader #dom!asra #smut #asra x reader #sub!character #the arcana #thearcana #asra x apprentice #asra the arcana #oneshot #choking

[ghostlyycookies]

✩ mindless ✩

sfw wc: 473 pairing: gn!apprentice reader x Julian summary: After a long day at the clinic, you help Julian relax.

“Julian, you look terrible.”

“What a lovely welcome from a long day at work.” Julian replied, taking off his cloak. He hung it on the rack next to the door and shut it quietly, careful not to wake up any sleeping neighbors. Your eyes softened as he dragged his feet to his favorite chair in the kitchen and plopped on it dramatically. “Oh, how I wish my love would appreciate me. There I was, toiling away in the clinic helping patients...”

“Julian,” you laughed, readying a relaxing cup of tea.

“A child had a runny nose, poor thing could barely breathe because of the snot in his nostrils.” He continued.

“So what did you do?” You asked, sitting on the arm rest. After heating the tea with your magic, you handed him the cup which he delicately took from your fingers.

“Thank you, love.” Julian whispered. Once again, he went back to theatrics. “Well, I gave him a remedy of course. And to thank me,” he added, taking another sip, “he sneezed. All over me. My clothes were soaked with boogers, snot, and vomit.”

“Oh no, did my poor doctor cry?” You gasped, taking the empty cup away.

“I did while showering at the clinic facility.” Julian told you a few more stories while you prepared dinner. The little house built next to the shop was perfect. It was no palace, but it was roomy enough to fit both of you and an additional guest.

Your favorite area was the kitchen. It had a lot of counters, cabinets, and a pantry exclusive for your magical ingredients and brews. Julian had his own space as well, a storage for medicine, special herbs, elixirs, and his favorite wines. After a filling meal of lobster claws and potatoes, you and Julian went to the living room. While you sat on the couch, he sat in front of you, the back of his head resting in between your legs.

It was an easy day at the shop for you, so you couldn't fully emphasize with him that day. While you and Julian caught up with each other, you mindlessly ran your fingers through his soft, auburn hair. He was sighing happily as he leaned into your gentle touch. Julian closed his eyes as you continued to stroke his locks. Smiling, you leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

“How was supper?” You whispered.

Eyes still closed, Julian replied, “it was perfect.” You gently loosened some knots in his hair and gave him a light head massage with your fingers. Then you rubbed in between his eyebrows, loosening the tight muscles. “Do you mind playing with my hair again, please?” He asked politely. Julian was looking up at you with exaggeratingly pleading eyes. You chuckled and nodded your head.

“Anything to help you relax.”

#julian devorak oneshot #julian devorak writing #the arcana #the arcana writing #julian x reader #julian devorak x reader

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

AND OMFG, 🤝🏽 HANDHOLDING WITH ASRA. I'm gonna be so soft for this I just know it

Aww he really is the best character for that prompt omg

You watched as Asra curiously tilted his head. “I’ve never been here before.”

You clapped your hands in excitement at having found a place Asra didn’t know, and made a mental note to thank Muriel for his help later.

“Great! That’s exactly what I was aiming for.”

Asra gave you an amused look. “You know I don’t actually know every single path in the woods, right?”

“Shush,” you muttered, knocking your shoulder against his, and he laughed softly. “Come on. It’s not much further.”

He hummed and paused, causing you to turn around to face him and ask: “What is it?”

“I can’t guarantee I won’t wander off on accident,” he started with a sly smile, and you could already sense where this was going. “Maybe you should hold my hand, just to be sure.”

That smooth little-

“How long have you been gathering courageous ask that?”

Asra chuckled, his cheeks flushed. “You don’t want to know. Fighting the Devil was less terrifying than this.”

You stepped closer to him, bringing your hands up to cup his face. “You’re adorable.” You kissed him quickly and then slipped your hand into his. “But we really have to get a move on because the ice cream is melting.”

Asra’s dazed face lit up. “Ice cream?”

“Your favourite,” you said with a wink, tugging him further down the path. “Although, I hope you know I am judging you for that. Who even likes-“

Asra cut you off with another kiss, this one sweet and slow. “I’m going to stop you right there, my love.”

You grinned at him. “Feel free to stop me anytime you like if that’s how you go about it.”

#the arcana #the arcana a mystic romance #drabble #oneshot #the arcana drabble #the arcana oneshot #asra the arcana #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra alnazar x reader

[moonpetrichors-blog]

Look At Me

Tags: Asra x Apprentice!Reader, Oneshot, Fluff, Gn!Reader, Caught Staring

Warnings: Like One Mildly Suggestive Thought

Asra is your mentor who you have had a crush on for a long time. If you can help it, you always steal glances at him. Little did you know, he’s aware of your little habit.

* ˚ ✦ 1021 Words • Read below the cut  

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [22/04/23] ❞

You tidied up the shop as usual, making your way around the modest room you were stationed in, wiping down all the dusty surfaces. After you finished cleaning the main area, you passed through a door to the backroom, where Asra was. You tried not to interrupt him while he was carrying out a tarot reading, so you made your rounds with as little disturbance as possible.

However, you became distinctly cognizant of Asra's presence when, while attempting to wash down a shelf, you recognized the telltale signs of a blush creeping up on the apples of your cheeks. As embarrassing as it was, you've grown an enormous crush on your mentor in recent months.

Asra didn't turn around once when deciphering the reading, which gave you the perfect opportunity to steal glances at him while scrubbing. You thought he was cute, with his fluffy, silvery locks that you desperately wanted to card your fingers through, the way his face scrunched up in concentration, or his otherworldly side profile.

You hadn't paid any attention to the wiping motions of your hands as you absentmindedly pushed a glass jar of herbs off the shelf while admiring him. It collided with the wood floor, shattering the jar. As Asra turned around to locate the source of the crash, you jumped on the spot and grimaced. His gaze flitted from the glass shards to you, an eyebrow arched with amusement.

You politely apologized and encouraged him to continue, then swept up the mess and rushed out of the backroom, humiliated.

...

The bell at the door chimed, heralding the arrival of a customer. You waited for them to finish their browsing, before expertly wrapping up the protective oil they had purchased, and typed numbers into the calculator to determine how much change to give the stranger.

As you were carrying this out, Asra walked over to retrieve something from behind the counter, kneeling down to peer over the items that were on display. Your cheeks heated into an intense burn again the instant he neared you and the customer. You fumbled with their change, and cursed yourself for not being able to pull yourself together in Asra's presence.

Fortunately, he hadn't paid attention to you, so you crouched down to retrieve the fallen money and observed his kneeling form for a brief period; Asra was sorting through various crystals. For just a moment, you pictured what it would be like if he knelt before you like that, those seeking hands worshipping your thighs instead.

The deluge of improper thoughts you envisioned caused you to punch numbers into the calculator a little harder than before, the redness on your cheeks becoming increasingly apparent. You escorted the poor customer away, and Asra gazed upon you, puzzled as to why you were being so clumsy.

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Asra was sweeping up the main entryway after a long day of work, whistling to himself. As usual, you were situated behind the counter, with an excellent front-row view of Asra. You discreetly observed him as he worked, your gaze veering up the sleeves rolled above his forearms to the open chested shirt he wore.

He'd discarded his scarf to accommodate the weather, and you silently thanked whatever higher power existed for the heat; you were gifted with Asra’s exposed chest. He stopped whistling for a brief moment as he felt your eyes burn into his back; you hurriedly turned your head to the side to avoid meeting his gaze, praying he hadn't spotted you staring at him.

Little did you know, he's become increasingly aware of how frequently you scrutinize him, and he coughed to himself as his own cheeks began to warm at the thought.

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It's the same routine every time. You're minding your job in the shop when Asra wanders in, and you turn into a bumbling fool. This routine invariably concludes with you sneaking looks at him while you pick up the pieces of your mess. You were arranging grimoires on the shelf as usual, when Asra wandered by to replenish the potions.

As you tried to steal a glimpse at him alongside you, your palm paused in place of the book spine, just barely lingering above the old fabric. Just when you believed you had gone undetected, Asra unexpectedly caught your gaze. You reverted subsequently into a flushed mess as you grasped what had just transpired.

You apologized and resumed your book arranging, hoping he wasn't offended by your behavior. Asra grumbled dissatisfiedly, trapping his palm over where yours lay on the antique book. Asra pressed you against the bookcase, essentially cornering you, and you felt your legs turn to jelly. You had the impression that he was furious with you and that this would be the moment when he finally cracked.

Asra breathed a single huff out of his nose. “I know about your habit.”

Your face fell and you stared at him in dread the instant those words left his lips. Asra's fingertips skittered beneath your chin, the contact shooting sparks over your skin and warming you from the inside.

He tipped your head up. “Look at me.”

And you did.

Asra's demeanor swiftly transformed to one of mirth, and he searched into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. “If you wanted to stare at me all day so bad, all you had to do was ask.”

Your jaw went slack. “I- No! I wasn’t staring- You...” Try and deny it as you might, you knew that was a lie, and the words died in your throat.

Asra's hand, which was resting on the spine of the grimoire, snaked around your waist. He pushed you up against the bookshelf in an effortless and relaxed manner, aligning his lips with yours. After kissing you deeply for a brief period of time, Asra withdrew his supple lips away from yours, gently chuckling, and stepped back towards his potions like that was nothing.

You remained there aghast, your reaction to what he meant by habit delayed. Realization struck you. “Oh my god, you knew I’ve been watching you?!”

Asra merely flashed his dimples at you.

#↳˳🖤;; ❝ oneshot ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: #oneshot #the arcana #the arcana game #asra #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra x you #asra x mc #asra alnazar x reader #asra alnazar x you #asra alnazar x mc #oneshot the arcana #oneshot the arcana game #fluff #Caught staring #reader is mc #gender neutral reader #apprentice reader

[renadactyl]

“O Shipwreck Sailor”

𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕪𝕝 (ℝ𝕖𝕟/𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕞) (𝕙𝕖/𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪/𝕚𝕥)

𝕁𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕩 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕦𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 (𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

𝕋𝕎: 𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤, 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥, 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

(𝟙𝟘𝟜𝟡 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤)

Febuwhump Day 5: “Rope Burns”

You catch Julian being careless with his health again and try to teach him how to take care of himself a bit more (follows his upright ending)

Not proofread!!

Julian was certainly a chaotic person. You couldn’t look away for one second or else he’d be getting himself into some trouble. Sometimes, you’d even be supervising him closely and he’d still get into trouble.

You’d find him trying to impress you with the amount of salty bitters he could hold down, only to end up having to throw up overboard all night while you sat there and patted his back. Other times, he’d claim he could do some fantastic acrobatic trick only to end up doing an impressive cartwheel and right into the water, leaving you shaking your head and having to walk after him to go save him from himself.

Despite his spontaneity, there were moments when your heart burst with love because of him. He certainly had a flirtatious wild spirit at the same time that he had a desire to live a more peaceful life not burdened by the guilt of his failures as a plague doctor in the past.

He’d cuddle you all night, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, kiss your forehead, ponder aloud how he ever got so lucky to meet you and have you in his arms. Despite it all, he was just another fool in love.

Of course, this love showed up in dangerous ways as well. He was incredibly overprotective to the point where he’d risk himself for your sake. Thankfully, he hadn’t gotten himself killed during the battle with the Devil. But now? You feared everyday he’d do something drastic in the name of love and injure himself.

You enjoyed the sights of the sea stretching out all around you, taking in the salty air with a sense of peace in your mind. Your eyes were closed as Julian approached you and wrapped his warm arm around your waist.

“Having a relaxing day, I trust?” He asked, leaning against you whilst also pulling you against him.

You leaned your head against his shoulder and responded, “of course I am. Apparently it’s smooth sailing for the rest of the day to Nevivon. I can’t wait to see what your home looks like.”

Julian smiled. He never trailed his gaze away from you to look out at the sea. He had always appreciated the sight of the water, but he couldn’t dare look away from the most beautiful treasure he had beside him. “I’m sure you’ll love it. There’s a lot fewer goatmen-ghosts.”

With a smile on your lips from his joke, you nodded. “It’ll definitely be more peaceful than Vesuvia, I’m sure.”

But Julian frowned and shrugged a bit. “Actually… I wouldn’t say ‘peaceful’ is the word. It just can’t compare to saving the world, of course.”

“I’d hope so,” you responded. “So do you have a hole to sleep in in Nevivon? Or is that solely Mazelinka’s thing?”

Julian sighed, “it’s a ‘Mazelinka thing’, as you put it.”

You chuckled and reached to hold his hand for some light romantic skinship but frowned when he retracted his hand from you. “Julian, what’s wrong?” You were quick to ask him, worry streaming through your voice.

He waved his hand and shrugged it off. “Oh, pffft, it’s nothing. Don’t worry, darling, I-”

In one quick movement, you grabbed his hand and turned it over to see his palm. You knew better than to believe Julian when he said he was fine. You could see rope burns around his palm and between his fingers, as if he had been pulling hard on some rope. It likely happened while he was doing business about the ship and he didn’t want to bother you with asking for help.

“Alright, you’re lucky I brought some herbs from the shop before we left. Asra told me I’d be needing them if we were going on a journey.”

Before he could argue, you led him gingerly across the deck to the stairs leading down to the storage room. “Wait right here, Julian.”

“Where would I go? We’re at sea,” he retorted, pointing matter-of-factly at the expanse of water surrounding you both.

With a sigh, you waved your hand and started searching for aloe vera, a piece of cloth, and some drinking water. “You know what I mean.”

Julian chuckled to himself and nodded, sitting against a crate as he waited for you.

It only took you a few minutes before you were able to walk back to him with the supplies and begin to clean the wound. As you took care of him, you couldn’t help but notice him frowning. “I’m sorry for bothering you,” he apologized, “you were relaxing. I liked how calm you looked, as if there were no worries in the world. And now you’re worrying yourself over me again.”

With a soft smile, you finished cleaning up his wound and began to apply the ointment. “I only worry because I love you.”

“Then why do you love me?”

The question took you by surprise. You stopped what you were doing momentarily, a frown coming across your face. You were used to helping Julian through periods of guilt and self-doubt, but questions like these were always the hardest.

“I love you because you’re you. There’s no complex answer. I just love you. And every time you get hurt, I can’t help but worry because of the pain you must be feeling. I just wish you’d stop and realize just how loved you are and how much I can’t handle seeing you get yourself into danger,” you answered to the best of your ability.

Julian nodded, trying to hide the boyish smile on his face. He loved you and despite the fact that you loved him back amazed him to no end, he knew he wouldn’t dare give up this miracle for the world. “I’ll try better for you.”

“Don’t try better,” you responded while you bandaged his hand. “That doesn’t solve the problem. Just try to start thinking about yourself more. Learn a bit of self-preservation, love.”

He couldn’t hold back his bashful smile anymore. He always was so easy to fluster when it came to you. Since words failed him, all he did was nod, bringing about a smile on your face.

“Want to go see what Portia has for lunch, love?”

“Sure, if it means I’ll get to eat with you.”

#julian devorak #the arcana #oneshot #febuwhump #the arcana game #julian x apprentice #the arcana apprentice #julian x reader

[mermaidchan05]

Vesuvia Weekly: Putting It Together

CHOO CHOO ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN

For @vesuviaweekly 's "cooking class" event. The prompt made me think of Asra teaching the Apprentice to cook after they first woke up, which led to... well, all of this XD

Approx. 2600 words.

Featured characters: Asra and my OC Meleia (she/her), with important appearances by Faust and the stove salamander.

TW for panic attacks and flashbacks. But there IS a happy ending, and the flashback doesn't last too long.

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It was amazing, really, how the smallest things had a way of leaving the biggest impact.  

After Meleia woke up with  no memories and very little control over her new body, Asra was forced to take things one step at a time.  They both were.  It always started so simple, a few shaky steps here and there, a few words that Asra recognized… but every change was important.  And it all added up amazingly quickly. Meleia was doing so well now.   

True, Meleia still had her struggles.  Crowds were debilitatingly overwhelming, she didn’t quite have the strength for going out on her own yet, and there was still a bit of a language barrier.  But so, so much progress had been made.

The next step was working on meals.  Meleia was well enough now to start cooking on her own instead of relying on Asra.  He had to admit, he was proud.

And though he would never admit it, he was decidedly nervous.

For their first official cooking lesson, they were starting with a simple dish.  Meleia loved mushrooms. And they had plenty of rice around.  So fried mushroom rice it was.  Asra hadn’t made anything like this in a while, and as far as he knew, Meleia had never made anything like it, even in her previous life.  But it seemed a safe place to start.  It was hard to mess up just throwing things together and heating them up.

Not impossible, as Asra had proven many times over.  But difficult enough to make him assume they were safe.  

But, naturally, got off to a rocky start.  And not due to any fault of Meleia’s or Asra’s.  The stove salamander was simply refusing to cooperate. 

Asra leaned closer to the grate.  “Come on, little one… we really need your help.”

The stove salamander pouted at Asra, then deliberately turned his back on him.  Asra sighed. 

Meleia put a hand on his shoulder.  Asra carefully stood up, making sure not to shake her away.

“What is it?” he asked gently.

He half expected Meleia to need help with something.  Or for her to need some support in standing up.  It was still hard for her to be on her feet for long periods of time…

But she stood tall, more than tall enough for Faust to balance happily across her shoulders.  And she was smiling.  She quickly let go of Asra’s shoulder and nodded towards the grate.

“I… can help,” she said, only slightly haltingly.  “Let me try.”

Asra couldn’t help but beam in pride.  “Of course.”

He stepped out of the way, allowing Meleia to crouch down so she was right near the stove salamander.  And she started talking to the little magical creature, her tone soft and gentle.  She was speaking a language that Asra still didn’t recognize, even after all this time. 

From the very first time she woke up, Meleia had understood Asra perfectly.  But in yet another unexpected side effect of getting an entirely new body, she had apparently fallen back into whatever her native language was.  She was still learning how to speak the common language of Vesuvia out loud, and Asra had only managed to pick up a couple of her unfamiliar words.  But they understood each other. 

And clearly, the stove salamander understood her as well as he understood anybody.  Meleia kept gently coaxing him.  The salamander was clearly a little grumpy about something.  But he wasn’t immune to Meleia’s charms.  In moments, the salamander was carefully stepping into Meleia’s offered hands.

She lifted the stove salamander up closer to her eye level, laughing fondly.  Asra’s heart thudded.  He loved that sound.  Always had.  And she looked so adorable cooing at the salamander.  Even more so when he pressed his sooty little nose against her own.  Multiple times.  The aftermath almost made her look like she had a few extra freckles.

Then Faust tilted her head.  The stove salamander looked back at her.  And Faust twisted so she was looking at Asra.

Messy stove, Faust reported.

Asra flushed a bit.  “Ah… I must have forgotten to dust out the stove again…”

Silly Asra, said Faust.

“Right.  Silly Asra.”  Asra managed another little smile.

It was far from a simple case of “silly Asra.”  Asra hated cleaning the soot out of the stove.  He didn’t enjoy dusting, either.  The dust and soot all over his hands… it brought back unpleasant memories.

But Meleia didn’t need to know that.  So he forged on.

“You keep holding him, alright?” he said, keeping his smile pasted on.  “I’ll clean up.”

“Thank you,” said Meleia, beaming at Asra.

Asra’s heart thudded.  “Thank you” was one of the first additions to her vocabulary after she started picking up the common language of Vesuvia.  And Asra was always moved when he heard it. 

She was really growing in strides.  And that made everything worth it.

Asra cleaned up as quickly as he could.  Meleia was very happy to hold onto the stove salamander.  She laughed when he scurried across her palms in little circles, and kept chatting to him in her native language.  Asra listened as he worked, focusing on the wonderful sound of her voice instead of the horrible feeling of ash on his fingers.

The moment he was done, Asra immediately washed his hands.  He couldn’t even allow himself a little sigh of relief.  He had to smile for Meleia’s sake. 

“There we are,” he said.  “All set.  Are we ready to get started?”

Meleia eagerly nodded.

At first, everything went smoothly.  The stove salamander settled into his newly-cleaned spot and got a fire started.  Meleia diligently followed Asra’s instructions.  And it was rather nice, working close together in the cozy kitchen.  It almost reminded Asra of the way things had been before.

But no.  He couldn’t allow himself to think about that.  Meleia deserved to have a choice in whom she spent time with.  Just like she deserved to choose her preferred food. 

For as long as he had known her, Meleia had never eaten any meat, though cheese and butter and things like that were fine.  As far as he knew, there was no medical reason for it.  Just a matter of preference.  So he had carefully introduced the idea of making a new choice when she first woke up.

She’d stuck with her traditional preferences.  Asra rather appreciated that.  It was good to know that some things hadn’t changed.

Still… he had to be very careful when it came to food.  Nothing triggered Meleia’s memories quite like a familiar smell.  And that made some foods very dangerous.  Asra was lucky that the pumpkin bread they both loved so much hadn’t had the same effect on her as the first time he had made them both some simple pasta with cream sauce….  

She had grown so much.  But there were some risks he simply couldn’t take.

Asra firmly shook his head, trying to stop the spiral of dark thoughts.  Meleia gave him a questioning look.  As always, Asra answered with an easy smile.

“Sorry,” he said.  “Just lost in thought.  And it looks like you’ve gotten the butter and garlic all taken care of.”

Meleia beamed at him.  “Yes.  Ready.”

Asra’s heart swelled with pride.  “Perfect.  Let’s put the mushrooms in.”

He allowed himself to squeeze even closer to Meleia, their shoulders brushing together, while they moved onto the next step in the recipe.  Which was probably part of the reason things went wrong.

The kitchen was small enough as it was.  And Asra had never been one to put things like dishes and mugs away after washing them.  What was the point, when he was just going to use them again the next day anyway?  Far more convenient to leave them near the sink.

The truly unfortunate thing was that the sink happened to be dangerously close to the stove.  So it was probably only natural that Meleia’s elbow bumped into a mug.  And, of course, said mug immediately hit the floor, shattering on impact. 

Asra winced at the sound.  His pulse spiked.  But that was nothing compared to Meleia’s reaction.  Her breath caught.  And she went utterly rigid at the sudden crash. 

Asra immediately turned his attention to her.  “Meleia, are you hurt?”

Meleia shook her head.  She crouched down, moving to clean up the mess.

Asra quickly caught her hand.  “No, don’t touch those.  Not with your bare hands.  Here… I can help.”

Meleia shook her head again, a bit more stubbornly this time.  “My fault.  I… s-sorry…”

“It’s alright,” Asra said gently.  “It was an accident.  And no one was hurt.  That’s what’s important.”

Meleia still looked utterly guilt-ridden.  “But…”

“It’s fine.”  With a flick of his fingers, Asra used a little magic to safely gather up all the broken pieces.   “See?  No harm done.”

“But… Asra…”  Meleia hesitantly reached out a hand.  “Your… most liked?”

“My favorite?” Asra clarified.

Meleia nodded.

Asra glanced at the shattered fragments.  He recognized the pattern, now.  All the air seemed to rush out of his lungs.

“Asra, I… n-not want…” Meleia choked out.  She was near tears by then.  “My fault.  I’m sorry…”

Asra couldn’t respond.  He hardly heard her.  Not over the sound of his own pulse pounding in his ears.  Of his own breathing coming far too quickly.  Of the shards of ceramic shattering further as they clattered to the floor, his magic immediately petering out in his panic.  

He was back, back in a time when Meleia was still gone.  When the world had seemed so broken, so empty.  When nothing mattered but finding a way to see her again.  And it was his fault, it was all his fault… he had left her, fought with her, abandoned her, just so she could fall to the plague.  And then… he had made so many more mistakes.

“Asra?”  

Asra had forgotten how to breathe.  His hands were shaking.  Traces of soot still lingered on his fingers.  It was just from cleaning the grate.  He knew that.  But to his eyes, the soot looked like the crimson-stained ash of the Lazaret.      

And the shards of his mug had become the even more broken fragments of Meleia’s favorite teacup.   

All he could do was stare, eyes wide, hands shaking.  A hollow pit had opened up in his stomach, nearly consuming his entire being.  He felt just like he had back then.  The cup was hers, one that Asra had never dared to use even when it was clean, since it was so special to her.  A memory of her life before Vesuvia.  It had been hers, and now it was gone, and she was gone…

Everything was gone…

“Asra…”

A gentle touch on his shoulder made Asra flinch.  He whipped around… only to see Meleia, staring up at him with eyes wide in concern.  Asra’s heart tore a little more at the look on her face.

She wasn’t supposed to see him like this.

Asra managed to take a breath.  “I’m sorry, Meleia.  I must have gotten lost in thought again…”

Faust somehow managed to scoot across Meleia’s shoulders and transfer herself over to Asra.  She gave him a gentle, grounding squeeze.

Safe, she promised.  Friend here.

Asra took another breath.  He was still far from himself.  Still felt a bit detached.  But it was better.  And Faust was right.  Meleia was there.  That was what mattered. 

Meleia clearly knew something was still wrong.  She gazed at Asra for a moment more, searching his face.  Probably looking for some way to help.  Asra did his best to smile for her.  To show her that he was alright, no matter how far from the truth that may have been.  It wasn’t very convincing.   

Then, slowly, Meleia looked at the broken mug.  And with a little frown of concentration—a look that Asra had always found heartbreakingly adorable—she copied the spell Asra had used.  She gathered up the shards of ceramic and collected them all in her skirt.  Then she sort of… stared at them.  She looked rather forlorn.

“My fault,” she said again.  “I’m sorry…”

“It’s alright,” Asra insisted.  He carefully put a hand over hers.  “It’s just a mug.  Besides, we can fix it.  Here… let me teach you a spell.”

As he had done a hundred times before, he gently guided her through this impromptu magic lesson.  With every word, every gentle touch to guide her hands, his panicked heartbeat slowed.  His breathing grew calmer.  His trembling hands stilled. 

By the time the magic was done, he was nearly himself again.  And the mug was whole.  Almost.  It was put together again, at least, and it would work perfectly.  But there were still some faint cracks.  A little chip had gone completely missing.  And the pattern was ever so slightly off. 

Meleia looked even more heartbroken than before. 

“What’s wrong?” Asra asked.

“It’s… broken,” she said.  “Still.”

“It’s fine,” said Asra with a little smile.  “We can use it again now.  That’s enough.”

Meleia’s fingers carefully traced the now-imperfect pattern.  “All wrong…”

Asra hummed thoughtfully.  “Is it?  I think it’s still beautiful.  It’s different, but that doesn’t make it bad.  There’s a kind of beauty in fixing something, too.  In seeing all the scars.  Now it’s unique.”

“Unique…” Meleia repeated, slowly sounding out the word.

“Yes,” said Asra.  “One of a kind.  And that’s part of what makes it beautiful.”

Meleia slowly picked up the mended mug.  Her gaze was rather distant, and still decidedly sad, as she turned it this way and that.  Asra saw how lovely the new, no-longer-symmetrical pattern was.  But he was sure that Meleia was just seeing the traces of the cracks.

“Broken,” she said again.  “Like me.”

Asra’s heart lurched.  He carefully wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a gentle hug.  Meleia sank into his embrace. 

“No, Meleia,” he whispered.  “You’re not broken.  I know things have been… challenging.  But you’re doing so well.  And no matter what happens, you are a whole person.  A wonderful person.”

Meleia took a shaky breath.  She blinked back tears.  She leaned against Asra a moment more, nearly snuggling into the hug.  After another few heartbeats, she pulled back. 

And she was smiling again.  It was faint, but it was genuine.

“Asra?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you,” she said.

Asra smiled in return.  “You’re welcome.  Did I help?”

“Yes.”  Meleia’s smile grew a little wider.  Then she glanced up at the stove… and the probably-a-little-too-crispy mushrooms.  “Try again?”

“Of course,” said Asra.  He got to his feet, taking her hand and pulling her up as well.  “Let’s make this the best mushroom rice dish the world has ever seen.”

Meleia laughed.  And any remaining worry in Asra’s heart faded.  If only for the moment.

Meleia always had a way of making things seem brighter.

The mushroom rice didn’t come out quite the way Asra had expected.  Especially when they wound up spending more time making a game out of tossing the rice into the pan instead of just pouring it in there.  But it was delicious nonetheless.  And Asra was happy that Meleia was feeling better. 

She had never voiced the thought before.  But Asra doubted that this was the first time she had thought of herself as broken.  Asra was grateful that he was able to cheer her up.  And eternally thankful for every moment they shared. 

Maybe, in a way, things really were like the mug.  They were still picking up some pieces.  Still learning how to put everything back together.

Nothing would ever be the same as it was before.  But they could still make something beautiful.     

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Despair

Julian Devorak – short angst

"Do you... Know what happened to your parents?"

Ilya's fidgeting immediately stopped as he felt his throat close. He did.

"Um... Y-yeah, but..."

But he didn't realize it yet. He had to comfort Pasha and keep her distracted. He hadn't had time to think about what happened.

"But... I-I..."

But I hope it wasn't real. I wish it was all a nightmare and if I wish hard enough I might wake up and mama and papa will be next to me and they'll comfort me. And it'll all be just a nightmare and they'll be back, right? It's just a nightmare. I just have to wake up, right? And if I hope hard enough, maybe I'll see a wishing star tonight, and I can wish to wake up and the nightmare will be over and me and Pasha will be okay again.

He looked up at whoever was talking to him; even with wide eyes, his vision was too blurry by tears for him to know who was in front of him.

At least, he could tell they looked concerned.

Why are they looking at me like that?

Ilya felt his stomach drop. It seemed to make ice run through his whole body, and it was cold like when it snowed back home, but it came from inside his chest and spread through his whole body up to his fingertips as the realization hit him.

They were gone. His parents were gone and they weren't coming back.

The voice reached a hand to him. He ran away.

For the first time, Ilya felt what he would later learn to call despair.

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Main 6 With an Mc who likes collecting shiny objects

Asra

He'll of course think it's cute and kinda funny especially when he sees you fighting Malak over a shiny object.  Sometimes he'll see Faust bring you a shiny ring from time to time making him confused on where she got them from but didn't want to find out.  

Every time he travels and leaves you at home he'll bring you a shiny object from his travels which just gets you all smiley and happy which makes him happy no matter what you collect he'll always love you just as long as you don't try to snatch the necklace around his neck or his golden choker.  

Julian

He'll think it's funny and that you would make for a great pirate one day but if he catches you fighting malak over a shiny object he'll get concerned and try breaking the fight up but in the end he ends up getting attacked by his raven friend which also allowed you to snatch the object you were fight over, which just made malak even more mad. 

When he's not being a doctor in vesuvia he's being a doctor on a pirate ship and if he doesn't take you with he'll bring you pockets full of shiny treasure, which he technically stole from the pirate ship he was hired to be a doctor for.  But you don't care if he stole it or not, you're just happy to have more shiny objects to add to your collection.  

If shiny objects make you happy then it makes him happy as well just as long as you don't fight malak any more.  

Lucio

Lucio would love this side of you. It just means he gets to spoil you with expensive shiny stuff, he'll even have a room just for your collection of shiny objects to be stored and if you run out of room in that room then he'll set up another room!  All in all Lucio loves to spoil you, since he has a golden arm it tends to be shiny especially when he cleans it and he thinks it's adorable and a bit funny when you hug it when you're walking around town or just around the palace.  If he sees you eyeing something shiny that isn't for sale he'll do everything in his power to get that shiny object.  

If someone says something bad about your collection then he'll send that person to the dungeon and will most likely send them to get hanged unless you talk him out of it which you do.

Muriel

  He'll be confused at first and doesn't really see what's so great about them, but if you love it then when he's out in the woods he'll see shiny stones and will bring them back to you for your collection.  If these shiny objects make you happy then I guess it makes him happy as well because it's something you love.  He'll allow you to keep a few shiny things in his hut but not too much or it'll get too crowded especially if there are large objects.  

Sometimes he'll find Inanna wandering the forest with you as you collect more shiny things, when you're focused on something you tend to not pay attention so Inanna tags along with you to make sure you don't walk into a tree or off a cliff.  

Sometimes he'll use your love in collecting shiny objects to lure you to a picnic he had set up in a clearing in the forest, and it's adorable you absolutely love it when he does this.  

Nadia

Just like Lucio she'll spoil you with shiny things since you love collecting them so much, but she won't go too far like Lucio does even though you would love it if she did.  Sometimes she'll catch you wearing her shiny jewelry and she absolutely loves it, she'll always indulge you into wearing more of her jewelry which you end up doing and if there's any you like the most she'll get you a pair just like it.  You can even find Chandra bringing you a shiny object she found because she knows you'll love it.  

If someone does insult your collection she wouldn't send them to a hanging no but she would have a stern talking with them, she's not as cruel as Lucio.  

Most of your outfits are covered in shiny jewels or a shiny fabric especially if it's for a party, as long as you're happy then she's happy.  

Portia

She absolutely loves it. Every day when she's off work she'll bring you a new shiny object she found or got from the countest. Sometimes the two of you would play dress up in the shiny stuff and act like snobby rich people, just to have a good laugh.  If you allow her to, she'll wear your shiny stuff to work or if there's a party you both would go all out just to piss Lucio off because he hates it when he's outshined and it's kinda funny.  

If someone ever insults your shiny items oh boy be prepared to get protected by a short but mighty female who looks like they're about to throw that person out the window. 

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