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biblicallyaccuratefangirl · 25 days

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ꕥ Asra Headcanons: Jealousy ꕥ

If ever there was a healthy relationship, it would be one with Asra— it's something that is very important to him and something he actively works to maintain

Despite his willingness to spend his near every waking moment with you, he's very accommodating when it comes to you needing space

It's this same mutual trust and stability that makes him so comfortable with you spending time with other people

Despite his maturity and security, the beginning of your relationship (like any) was a period of heightened emotion. In the midst of it all, despite himself, Asra still had tiny inklings of self doubt and worry when it came to you being alone with people who had little reason not to be more than friends

He hated his anxiety about it, and felt guilty that there was still any part of his mind that struggled to trust you and your devotion to him

From the start, however, he'd never found himself feeling insecure when you two were together among other people. He always felt that being around you was very grounding, and you seemed to be able to restore all his sensibilities

By now his trust in you is unwavering, and he feels fully secure in the place he has in your heart. There are, however... a few small exceptions to his confidence

It hits the hardest when he's away for long periods of time. Every idle moment is spent thinking of you, and he makes sure to communicate with you as frequently as he can, but eventually the guilt of leaving you alone catches up

He has immense gratitude for the people in your life able to keep you company in his absence, but sooner or later the regret begins to take the shape of a benign jealousy that others are caring for you when he ought to be

He hates feeling so helpless, but the longer he's away the more that shame piles up on his heart. The muted envy that others are getting to do his job is never resentment, he's too grateful that you have support around you. But he certainly does wish he were there with you, reclaiming his responsibilities as your partner

Beyond that, there's little that could put a dent in his faith in your relationship. He knows any attempt to alter your mutual affection will be entirely unsuccessful

If someone does try to make a move on you, he feels in no way threatened, but he's quick to indulge in a little flaunting. A hand sliding down around your waist... Leaning close to your face to speak to you... A kiss to your knuckles... Standing close enough to you that his body brushes yours... All little ways to simultaneously flirt with you and deter those interested

Overall, he's nearly never jealous, and could hardly be a better partner if he tried 🫶

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lunastarhawk · 1 year

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Violet

(On AO3)

18+

In a change from my Julian hyperfixation, I've written an Asra thing. Inspired and requested by @artausrayne 😀

(F) Reader x Asra

The Prompt: Asra being sexy and beautiful with MC.

The Result: ... look I can't help it if I can't write short. But Asra is sexy and beautiful. I take no responsibility for Julian, he's out of control.

(Note there is no Asrian here!)

Summary:

Part 1: Asra and MC are invited to a party by Julian and his missus. Why's there a party? Who knows. They dance, they throw food, they're cute, and Julian's very drunk and silly.

Part 2: Asra and MC get sexy with magic and a mirror.

#the arcana #the arcana fanfiction #the arcana game #the arcana fanfic #asra alnazar #asra fanfiction

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tonberry-yoda · 9 months

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Dewdrops - Asra

notes - Asra brainrot bad dudes. He is so fine and I have been wanting to kiss him all week, so here's a lil fic lol. I hope you enjoy and stay hydrated!! <33 @thearcanagame yall should hire me to write arcana stories haha jkjk... unless tee hee word count - 538 ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~

You woke up delirious, blinking rapidly to get the bright sun out of your eyes. The air felt different than usual. Humid. Cold.

You felt that you were somewhere familiar, but there was also something strange about it.

A dream. Yeah, that was the best way to describe it.

You still couldn't see, so you tried to sit up and block your eyes from the brightness above you. When you sat up, you felt something fall from you, like a weight. But it sounded like you were under water.

What was going on?

You were finally able to see a little bit better after a couple more blinks and saw that you were definitely somewhere dream like. And you looked like you were just lying in a pond.

You tilted you head and tried to stand up, but your legs were much to weak for that.

The water you were in, you noticed, changed from shades of purple to blue and even looked like there was glitter swirling at the bottom.

But what shocked you the most is when you turned next to you to find Asra fast asleep in the pond. There were dewdrops in his hair and falling from his lips.

How the heck did you two end up here?

"Asra." You tried lightly shaking him to wake him up, but nothing. "Asra! Hey, wake up!"

You watched his white eyelashes flutter open until they shut again, probably from the brightness of the sun, if that even was the sun.

You blocked it nonetheless and cupped Asra's face, wiping the water away from the corners of his eyes. "Asra."

His eyes finally opened and he smiled when he saw you. As he sat up - holding you in his lap - water dripped from his clothes and his body.

There was a dewdrop on his lip that looked rather kissable...

"Where are we?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eye.

"No clue. I thought you would've known, almighty Master Asra."

"Ew," he giggled. "Don't call me that. Just... let me get my bearings. I should be able to tell."

You got off of his lap and tucked his wet hair behind his ear while he looked around.

You both knew where you were. A sprit realm of some kind. But how you got there was beyond you.

"A spell..." Asra slowly began to remember. "Hm. Must've hit us hard."

"You don't think it was me, do you?" you asked frantically.

"No, I don't think so. And even if it was, I guess fate was telling us we needed a nap. Either way," he stood up and stretched, reaching his hand out to yours. "We'll figure it out along the way. Let's get going, yeah?"

You nodded and took his hand, letting him help you up. Your legs were still weak, but with Asra's help, you would be fine.

"You have water on your lips." you told him cheekily.

"Oh? Than why not help get it off." he smirked.

You pressed your lips to his, licking of the water lightly. He held you by the waist and pressed his chest to yours smiling in the kiss.

He didn't have the heart to tell you that you messed up a spell.

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thefishermanswharf · 11 months

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“ There are five stages of grief, but I’d like to add one more. Revenge.”

Asra Alnazar x GN!Reader!Blurb. Reader is referenced, but not included. TW: Blood, Gore.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------Asra’s hand gripped the seat next to him. Where you should be. Lucio stood at the head of the table, smiling proudly and talking some non-sense about how hard beating the plague was. Him and anyone else who’d actually known him knew that it was a dog - walk for Lucio. Lucio’s hearty laugh rang in his ears. That awful laugh. A laugh should’ve been yours, instead.

He didn’t sabotage the ritual like him and Julian had planned. For whatever reason, Lucio double - checked everything. It was unbearable, really. To see Lucio, happy and smiling instead of you. You were nothing but dirt now. Julian stared at Asra. He was concerned for the magician, if looks could kill, Lucio would be dead on the floor.

Lucio’s agonizing speech finally seemed to be coming to a close, thank god. Asra would’ve broken the wood in the chair next to him if not. His anger was so thick, it felt like it was festering. Moving, writhing, contorting every single minute that Lucio spoke. But instead of finally being quiet, Lucio sneered, looking Asra right in the eye.

“ .. I’m so fortunate to have been resilient enough to persevere the plague. It’s such a shame that some members of our vesuvian community couldn’t do so..” Asra knew exactly who Lucio was referencing. You. The air was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. He would’ve gotten himself in a bad situation if he wasn’t as controlled as he was. All he had to do was wait, and then he could shut Lucio up. All he could think about was his plan for the night. And the count’s cherry red blood spilled out on the floor.

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This was just an idea / concept I had for everyone's favorite magician, because I feel that in the entire cast of the arcana ( excluding the courtiers ) is most likely to have obsessive love for you. Let me know if I should turn this into a full on fic.

#the arcana #the arcana imagine #the arcana x reader #the arcana blurb #blurb #fanfiction #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra x apprentice #asra alnazar x reader #lucio morgasson #lucio morgasson x reader #lucio x reader #text post

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dr3mvaalmar · 7 months

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Showers of Sentiments | Kinktober Day 6

Pairing: Asra x Gn! Reader

Prompt: First Kiss (sfw)

Summary: Asra and the reader spend the day inside the shop on a rainy day.

Warnings/Tags: none that I know of

Author's Note: I didn't have time to edit and go through this thoroughly because of work and lack of sleep. It might sound a bit robotic. Thank you for your patience.

My eyes peered to the skies, a veil of pregnant clouds overcast above. Peering back down towards Asra, he seemed none the wiser to the looming storm. We were walking in the market after a midday excursion. Our feet hit the cobblestones as we strolled to various stalls and attractions. Today was the weekly bazaar, where new tents and goodies were spread across in succession—the colorful array of fabrics billowed in the growing wind. The shouting of merchants and customers resonated across the entire street, a cacophony of voices melding into one. Various stalls had everything from fruit and vegetables to crafts and necessities. It was hectic in the market. The lively crowd was so dense I could hardly see in front of me.

Asra turned towards me, a fleeting glance to ensure I was steadily behind him. He didn’t dare leave me behind, but it was certainly hard to keep up. He weaved through the crowd with graceful agility I couldn’t compare with. Seeing my newfound struggle as people entrapped me between them, Asra took my hand in his. It was gentle, yet I trusted him not to let go.

“It’s about to rain,” I shouted towards Asra. He didn’t seem to notice the first time, so I repeated it. He gazed upwards. The clouds were now upon us. Asra’s nose scrunched up as a droplet plummeted onto his face. “We should go back to the shop.”

“I was hoping we could pick up some mandrake root before we go,” Asra said, his lips puckering in disappointment. I squeezed his hand tighter just as the rain started to pour on the two of us. “Well, it can wait for another day. How about we have a little fun, (Y/n)? It’s not often there’s rain this time of year.”

My lips curled upward, which only encouraged him further. He took my hand, guiding me through the crowd. By now, everyone was getting soaked as the rain increased in vigor. It was much easier to maneuver by now.

Asra took me to an alley nearby before undoing the straps of his shoes. I could only watch miraculously as he set the shoes aside. Asra looked up from his crouched position, beckoning me to do the same. Reluctantly, I followed suit.

“Isn’t this exciting? I can’t remember the last time I felt rain like this,” Asra said, his arms spreading out from beside him. He twisted and hopped in the puddles, never minding the mud he was stepping on. Asra took me along as we reveled in the coolness of the downpour. I paused to close my eyes, enjoying the trickling of water and the giggles of Asra before me. The smell of petrichor was heavy in the air. Even though the rain was cold this time of year, it felt like a blanket across me. Water cascaded across my exposed flesh, dripping onto the ground below.

Asra’s shoulder brushed against mine as he returned to my side. His eyes were filled with wonder as we enjoyed the scene before us. Houses were dripping with water, the pitter-patter making music along the cobblestone. The sky was dark, and the sun was long obscured.

At that moment, I couldn’t help but admire Asra. The way the rain soaked into his white curls, dripping onto his long lashes. His face was slick and glimmered in the dimness of the storm. His clothes clung to his form, leaving little to the imagination. The way he stomped around like a child was so endearing. When Asra drew near again, I leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth against my cold skin. Yet, I felt a hole in my heart. Something was missing.

I grabbed both of his hands, bringing them up to my face. I didn’t heed his flustered expression as I laid his fingers across my skin. They were wet but comforting. I nudged into them, inciting a delicate sound to escape from Asra’s throat. I giggled.

“Maybe we should go to the shop,” Asra said, turning away. “You’ll catch a cold if we stay out here too long.”

“What about the fun?” I asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. His golden skin was gorgeous under the reflection of the rain.

“It wouldn’t be any fun if you got sick, now would it?”

We both returned to the shop, soaking wet from the torrent of rain. The sky was getting darker by the moment. Lightning would pierce the clouds, and a bang of thunder would resume. It was getting more unruly by the moment, but Asra was able to shield us with a magic barrier above us.

When we opened the doors, the shop seemed so inviting. The aroma of the potion ingredients brewing in the kitchen hit my senses. It was intense, almost overpowering. Asra used a spell to disperse the heat throughout the house, warding off the chill of the raging storm outside. Thunder shook the house with every strike of lightning. As Asra prepared, I went to our shared bedroom, stripping my wet clothes.

“(Y/n), what kind of bakhoor do want?” Asra said, calling my attention. I turned towards the closed door, sensing his presence on the other side. “I’m also preparing tea in the other room.”

I told him my preference before he scurried off. We collected some perfumed wood chips from a traveling merchant. It complimented the house and our clothes with a flourish of enticing fragrances. I chuckled to myself before putting on some warm night clothes. I hung my old garments to dry before I would clean them tomorrow.

I entered the room to find Asra curled on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows. He must’ve changed already, as his attire was dry and very gaudy compared to his usual garments. The bakhoor smoke wafted around him, inviting coziness and leisure. Beside him was a pot of boiling water, sustained purely on a small brazier. He invited me in with a smile.

I walked towards the window, peering through the curtains to see rain spilling down the side of the shop. It didn’t look like it'd die down anytime soon. The droplets seemed to dance wickedly across the windowpane. I walked back to Asra as he patted the spot next to him.

“What tea did you make for us?” I asked as Asra started pouring the cup. He waved his hand, clearing the steam away from my face. I eagerly peered into the amber liquid as it gyrated with each subtle movement.

“Today it’s elderflower and echinacea,” Asra affirmed. I leaned over to savor the smell. It was very floral and soft with slightly fruity notes. I took the cup in my hand, the heat radiating into my fingers. Tentatively, I took a sip.

“It’s hot, but I—” I said before scrunching my nose. In one fluid motion, I sneezed, tossing the liquid in my hand. Asra had strong reflexes to stabilize the cup, but it wasn't near enough to protect me. The hot liquid tipped over the edge, spilling onto my lap. I jerked but tried to stay calm in front of him. Asra looked pitifully at me as he set my drink aside.

“Ah, (Y/n)!” Asra said, frantically finding a rag to soak up the tea. “I knew you would get sick. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have taken you out in the rain.”

I only giggled, the initial heat subsiding. I dabbed at my clothes, paying no mind after a moment. I laid a hand on Asra’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Don’t apologize,” I assured, his eyes dull and half-blinking. “I enjoyed our time together.

Asra seemed aloof, refusing to look me in the eyes. However, I knew no matter how much I reassured him, he would still feel guilty. It wasn’t even his fault. I wouldn’t even get sick this quickly.

“Can I make it up to you?” Asra asked, hands folded together. “I have a remedy that may help.”

I nodded enthusiastically. Anything to make him feel better. He got up from his criss-crossed position. He disappeared briefly before reappearing with a bottle of viscous liquid and some wool socks. I arched a brow.

“Lie down, (Y/n),” Asra instructed with a tender smile. I did as I was told, lying on the nest of fabrics below. Asra seemed determined as he grasped my right leg.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he poured oil over his hand. He looked up from his task.

“There’s a tradition,” Asra began, “that taking care of someone’s feet is seen as a deep act of respect and care. The feet, after all, carry all of our burdens. They are deeply connected to the body.”

Asra rubbed my feet with gentle pressure. His hands glided gracefully along the skin from my ankles to my heels, to the pads of my feet, all the way to my toes. I giggled, his touch tickling with every movement. The sensation of the oil on my skin was slightly uncomfortable, but his love and devotion put me at ease. I felt a pressure lift from my shoulders as he finished his massage. He glanced at me curiously as he put on the socks for me.

“Thank you, master,” I said, descending into the blankets. “Why don’t you join me?”

Asra didn’t need to say anything as he enveloped himself in the blankets. His body was so close that I could see every detail. Everything about him brought peace to my mind. Yet, I felt a slight longing for more…

We both lay on our sides, face to face. It was awkward for a moment. Asra’s breathing was faint, and he closed his eyes as if about to fall asleep. I lifted my hand, letting it brush the hair from his face.

Asra seemed so serene. So calm. His gentle breathing was enough to tempt me to sleep. However, not just yet.

“Master,” I called as he let out a disgruntled moan. I gently ran my finger along his skin, causing his eyes to flutter open slowly. “Do you mind coming closer? I’m cold.”

Asra mumbled out a sleepy response that I didn’t quite hear. His arms caressed my side before tugging me into an embrace. His cheek rests delicately against mine. I felt every vibration from his voice as he said, “Is this okay?”

I hummed in agreement, my body sinking into my surroundings. It felt like I could stay here for eternity, forever bound by the comfort of Asra’s body. His touch was softer than anything I could ever experience. I spent a few moments in bliss.

“Master, are you awake?” I asked, feeling shame in waking him again. However, each time, he was patient with me. Asra never raised his voice or caused a commotion. He was always attentive to my wants and needs. “Can I kiss you?”

Asra chuckled, dropping a limp arm around my waist, “Don’t be silly.”

Putting on a brave front, I took his head into my hands. Asra’s eyes immediately darted open, disbelief ridden all across his face. I leaned forward, letting my lips graze his forehead. One gentle peck of a brief kiss, and I was satisfied. The sinking pit in my chest drifted away.

“You really make it hard to sleep when you do that,” Asra whispered bashfully. “Kiss me more, but do it right.”

I giggled as Asra beckoned me with his violet eyes. My lips opened slightly, but I hesitated, his sweet face disintegrating every ounce of confidence I had left. He looked very pleased with himself every second that passed by. Asra inched closer as if coiling for a strike. As his lips paused before me, I breathed in his scent, letting it consume me entirely. I closed my eyes, letting his lips clash with mine. It felt soft and tender, beyond anything I could’ve imagined. As Asra pushed against me, I felt the ties of our bond tighten.

Asra peeled away, but his entire body seemed to motion for more. As we comprehended what just happened, time seemed to still until it was just the two of us. Nothing else mattered but us.

“Not bad for a first,” Asra chuckled, focusing solely on my lips. “How about we try this again?”

Our lips entwined as one, moving in waves of passion and zest. Asra’s motions became bolder and hungrier, the sounds of our kisses reverberating off the walls.

“More,” Asra would say. “More.”

We spent the time entangled in the midst of endearment, kissing until the taste of Asra was fixed on my lips. My mouth tingled, urging me for more. Yet, I knew time was dwindling, and I wanted nothing more than to sleep with Asra with the muffled song of the rain.

Asra wrapped the blanket around us. His warmth cradled me and soothed every inkling of sickness that I could’ve possibly had. His presence was my panacea.

“Good night, my soul’s delight,” Asra whispered, planting a final kiss on my lips. I melted into him, allowing my eyes to become heavier. As my mind flittered into sleep, I heard him utter one final phrase…

“I love you.”

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hewwo-its-floof · 3 months

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Wilmina and the Borrowed Clothing

A small blurb

Asra loves to travel. So does Wilmina. However, Wilmina struggles with anything longer than a weekend excursion.

So, when Asra has to go for weeks at a time, Wilmina has to stay home.

Neither of them like this, but they both do what they can to make this easier.

This includes meeting in dreams, water Skype, and...

Asra has many, many scarves and cloaks he's gathered.

During the few days leading up to his trips, he will pick out a cloak and a scarf for Wilmina.

He wears it around as normal in the shop, until it's time to leave.

Then Asra will give both to Wilmina.

In exchange, Wilmina has a shawl she will do the exact same with.

So that way, when Asra is gone, they both have something that smells like their partner.

#vesuvia weekly #borrowing clothes #the arcana #the arcana game #arcana #asra arcana #the arcana oc #fanfiction

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rryukish · 2 years

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Pairing: Asra x Female Reader

Smut/fluff 18+

Warnings: rough, unprotected, dirty talk, praising kink, breeding kink??,

A/n- This is set in Asra’s route when one of the paid options was to share a bath and I had a thought of a smut lmao- the scene is already spicy though of course it doesn’t go into full detail so I’ll just write this as how I think it would go.

ALSO I WROTE THIS A YEAR AGO AND NEVER POSTED IT FOR SOME REASON LMAOOO- sorry that it’s like offbrand ig

I undressed and put the thin yet comfortable robe on my naked body, I turned to see Asra waiting for me. I sigh happily as I walked to him “finally a break “ he said with a tired smile. I looked over at the bath amazed at its size “this looks more like a pool than a bath” I said in awe “It only makes sense since it’s Nadia’s” he replied. I looked at the mirror and saw the mud on my face “Asra you didn’t tell me?!” I said holding my cheeks in my hands “sorry” he said shyly he took my hand in his as he helped me step into the large tub. I slowly sank in and sighed as the coolness quickly became warm, he sank down next to me. “Here let my clean your face” he said as he pulled me onto his lap, he massaged my face gently and I melted in his touch. “Done” he whispered in my ear and I regained my composure, I got off his lap and faced him “let me wash your chest” I said grinning “go ahead” he said giving his signature smirk, I chuckled and picked one of the colorful bottles from off the ledge of the bath.

I removed his robe from his shoulders and lathered my hands up before touching his chest, I massaged him and he groaned “that feels so good” he said resting his head back I stopped to softly put my lips on his, he smirked into the kiss and held my body close to his. I leaned back to where I was and continued, his slender body shivered slightly under my touch. I soon let my hands go lower down to his abdomen and down to his hips, he looked at me smoldering “may I?” I asked him as I held the tie of his robe, he hummed and I untied it sliding my hand to his hard member. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping slowly at first but then fastening my pace, I leaned into him and kissed his neck “ah..y/n” he groaned into my ear his eyes closing. I moved my other hand onto his tip rubbing it at the same pace of my hand wrapped around his shaft.

He trembled under me and moaned softly as he released, he slowly opened his eyes and pulled me in kissing me deeply he slipped his tongue in our saliva mixing together, we only pulled away once we needed to breath. I pulled back in front of him and sighed, my robe was see through enough to see my breasts. Asra licked his lips as he moved his hands to my waist before moving them to my breasts he massaged them both and I melted at his touch once more moving to sit on his lap feeling his erected shaft on my needy cunt, he untied my robe and pinched my nipples instantly making me moan.

He moved his mouth to one of my nipples licking and biting it while pinching my other one he switched sides giving it the same treatment as the other I moaned loudly the sensation taking over my senses, he stopped and we both sloppily put our lips together moving them in unison, we didn’t break apart as I moved my hand from to his back to his shaft placing it at my entrance, I lowered myself down and moaned into his mouth. I placed my hands back onto his back and slowly lowered myself up and down, my whimpers becoming more louder “just like that y/n” he praised me “I love you so Asra” I moaned “I love you too” he replied while kissing my neck leaving love bites behind.

He moved his hands back to my hips and slammed into me causing me to moan loudly, he continued to slam into me at the same pace making my legs turn to jelly, “god your pussy feels so good” he groaned, “I’m so close” I said as I felt a burning sensation in my core “me too” he replied going faster, we both released at the same time becoming moaning messes.His warm seed flowed into me and I relaxed into his arms. He picked me up “how about another round?” He asked smoldering at me, I laughed and nodded. He moved me to sit where he was before “open your legs” he said and I obeyed opening my legs, he moved between them and held my legs up as he positioned his shaft. He slammed inside and groaned “how do you feel this tight?” He said as he pounded into me, I could barley respond. My eyes rolled back, it felt so good. I was moaning loudly and so was he, he moved to kiss me. I felt them same burning sensation as before and released moaning into his mouth he soon did the same as he released inside of me. He pulled out his shaft and collapsed next to me holding me close.

We both struggled to breath, “that..was..amazing” He said, I caressed his cheek as he kissed me softly “we should probably get dressed” he said “yeah they might be wondering what’s taking so long” I replied chuckling. We both washed up quickly, Asra got up first and helped me as a struggled to walk “I think we might have had overdone it” I said sighing at the state of my legs “I’m sorry” he said kissing my eyebrow.

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ffeelann · 12 days

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The Arcana as ARGENTINOS

haci como escuCHASTES

ASRA:

Nombre delicado, lo criaron los abuelos.

Usa frases del año del orto.

''Quedar bien con Dios y con el Diablo'' kid.

Como sos MC no putea en frente tuyo. Él un caballerito.

Tiene hormigas en el culo, no podés llevarlo al carnaval porque se te escapa y capaz perdido no está pero NO ESTÁ POR NINGÚN LADO.

Se sabe todos los programas q están al aire y de vez en cuando ve de nuevo novelas como Esperanza Mía o Educando a Nina.

JULIAN:

Se llama Julián.

Vio siete veces Casi Ángeles.

Es insoportable porque le gusta un poco que lo corrijan todo el tiempo.

Portia lo persigue para que lave un plato.

Él era el preferido de la profe de teatro.

Si estudia ciencias, lo hace por aceptación social. Él quería cantar en Broadway.

Sus outfits están chetos porque ofenden a las señoras y a los conservadores. Te amo Julian.

NADIA:

Alma de vieja. Tenía cinco años y ella solita se sentaba a ver el Zorro en la tele.

No soporta Gran Hermano, le causa pensamientos violentos, pero a su familia y a Lucio le gusta así que se fuma el programa.

Es una cheta piola, en primaria capaz que le hacían bullying hasta que un día las hermanas se pararon de manos.

100% segura estoy de que estuvo enamorada de una profe de literatura.

Es una chica 11 posts, 56789 seguidores, 790 seguidos en instagram. Te amo Nadia.

Es la primera en poner casa para ir a merendar con el grupito de whatsapp. Y en las juntadas siempre se porta y lleva a alguien.

Las amigas en el grupo de whatsapp están hasta el moño de Lucio. Lo odian.

LUCIO:

Le dio dengue.

En secundaria era el que siempre tenía quilombo y los ig de confesiones estaban llenos de cagadas que él, DE HECHO, se había mandado en algún momento.

Bostero a morir.

Siempre en el club él, pero no le gusta hacer él el asado porque no le gusta tener olor a humo.

Se enoja por la inflación y es el primero en comprar boludeces que no necesita.

Cuando hablan de política él se sustenta gritando.

Tiene grabado casados con hijos en el cerebro.

MURIEL:

Se crió viendo Hijitus y él es igual(un dulce de leche que vive con su pichicho en una lata)(no es una lata pero poco más y sí).

Todavía toma chocolatada y lo que vos le digas no le va a impedir comprarse su Nesquik.

El momento más sociable de su vida fue cuando ganamos la copa y desde entonces los vecinos no le tienen más miedo.

Vive en un terrenito en las sierras.

Su casa tiene un sólo punto donde hay conexión a internet.

Todo animal q encuentra automáticamente tiene casa. Sea una serpiente, un sapo o un elefante. Él lo alimenta como si fuese un perrito q encontró.

Nunca fue a votar porque nunca le renovaron el DNI así que legalmente él no figura en ningún lado. No existe.

PORTIA:

Mochilera.

Ella es la de los reels bonitos de lugares chetos de Argentina.

Adora profundamente las cataratas del Iguazú.

Los emprendimientos de cositas veganas y sustentables la aman profundamente porque ella existe por y para las ferias.

Ella quiere comprarse su barquito así que es influencer de viaje sólo por eso.

Julian tiene el chat explotado de fotos porque ella le manda 1000000 cosas.

Es fan de la Locomotora y de Paula Paretto.

Ella seguramente se llamaría Paula.

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sirensinspring · 2 years

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i really want to write a horny ass arcana fanfic where the apprentice/reader and Asra are dating and they both fuck and fall in love with Julian separately for months but Julian doesn’t know they’re dating and when he finds out he thinks they’re cheating on each other with him when in reality the two of them like to discuss his kinks over tea.

The only problem is i’ve never written even the tiniest lick of smut before.

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sweetestlittledarling · 2 months

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A Different Kind of Love

Part of @monthly-challenge 2024 | "I Love You'

Rating: PG

Pairing: Various

Summary: As a Aromantic I just wanted to examine some different kinds of love other then romantic on this holiday. It took me a bit but I got there...

Friendship

“You know it’s funny.”

“What is?” Sparrow asked, sitting next to her brother in the hot spring.

Robin smiled as he watched Asra and Nadia laugh as Julian told a funny story. “You would think they hadn’t missed a day of being together,” he mused, “their friendship has transcended all the pain of the past and it’s nice.”

Sparrow smiled as well. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it? Makes me hopeful that no matter what lays ahead that we will always be able to come back to this, to warm days and happy times.”

“Yeah,” Robin sighed happily, enjoying the sight of a light and happy Asra.

Student and Teacher

“What’s this?” Asra asked as Lark held out a little box in his direction.

“It’s a gift oh mighty Master Asra,” Lark answered with a grin.

“It’s from the both of us,” Sparrow added standing next to her twin. “We know Heartsong day is meant more for romantic love, but we felt we wanted to get something for you, our teacher.”

“Yeah, we know Robin is your favorite student for reasons,” Lark joked, wincing a little as his sister elbowed him in the ribs. “But we think of you as family too. I mean you are basically our adopted big brother.”

“Plus, you have taught us so much and helped us grow that we wanted to show you our thanks,” Sparrow added, smiling.

Asra opened the box and found a little rainbow crystal snake inside. Faust slithered out and bobbed her head in approval. “Cute!” she announced happily. Asra looked at the two in front of him, and smiling warmly wrapped an arm around their shoulders pulling them close. “I am proud to call you both my students and I am even happier to call you, my family.”

Sisters

“I’m glad you and Julian ended up together Sparrow,” Portia said, with sly grin.

“Oh, and why is that?” Sparrow asked.

“Well, I always wanted a sister and I have a feeling you feel the same way.”

“Well, there were times,” Sparrow laughed. “Are you saying you consider me a sister Portia?”

“Yep, and as my sister I hope that you will help me in pranking my brother at least a few times.”

Sparrow’s eyes narrowed evilly. “Oh, I am so in.”

Somewhere else Julian felt a chill run down his spine.

Brothers

“Wait I did what?”

“You yelled at me,” Julian explained, smiling sadly. “Back during the plague, you came to my clinic to yell at me about how I let your sister down, how she was gone because of me.”

Lark blinked a few times. “I’m sorry Julian, I don’t remember any of that.”

“It’s okay. I actually think it was good, like a wake-up call that I needed. I hadn’t even realized that she had gotten sick and you yelling at me made me realize that I had forgotten my responsibility to those around me, though it took me a little while more to actually wake up.”

“Well, if it helps any,” Lark said, rubbing the back of his head in a guilty way, “I don’t blame you for any of it, not any more anyway. I actually think of you like a cool big brother now, well brother-in-law.”

Now it was Julian’s turn to blink. “You do?”

“Yeah, of course you did make my sister cry, which is not cool, but if don’t do that again then we will be square.”

Julian grinned. “If I do, I give you every right to punch me in the face.”

Lark looked thoughtful. “Nah, though I think I might throw some rotten eggs at you just so you get the message.”

Brother and Sister

“You’re staring,” Robin said, making Julian jump.

“Sparrow said you were quiet, but I didn’t realize just how quiet,” the doctor chuckled, putting a hand to his heart.

Robin grinned wide. “Makes me all the more deadly a foe, or the more able to catch my siblings doing something they shouldn’t. Speaking of siblings though- “He looked out to the garden where Sparrow was helping Portia with some gardening. “It’s funny, isn’t it? I mean as a big brother you must feel it to.”

Julian nodded. “One minute they are little girls, and suddenly they are capable women able to do some amazing things?”

“It’s nice and a little sad,” Robin sighed, “but I figure they still need their big brothers now and again.”

“If only to have someone to get angry at,” Julian laughed.

Community

After the fall of Lucio there was much to do. The city was in need of desperate need of fixing. People from all walks of life came together to fix what had been broken, making sure everyone had what they needed. Muriel watched and a small part of him healed as he realized that the city, he had come to despise was starting to feel a little bit more like home.

Parent to Child

“I don’t know what I can’t believe more,” Lark said, as they all sat around the table in the magic shop, “that we are having dinner with Asra’s parents or that Asra was actually a baby once and didn’t just pop out of magical thin air.”

“Lark!” Sparrow warned but Salim laughed.

“No, I can assure you that Asra was conceived by very normal means,” he said, taking his wife’s hand. “In fact, we can show you some images of Asra as a baby if you like.”

It was one of the few times any of his apprentices had seen Asra flustered, as when his parents showed them his magical baby pictures.

Between Pet and Owner

Faust was spoiled for choice when everyone was home at the magic shop. She always could hang with Robin, or get head pats from Sparrow, or curl up with Lark. And of course, there were treats and snacks. But the best part was that it made Asra happy and that made Faust happy. “Family!” she hissed as she basked in love.

Found Family

After making the deal with the magician Asra found himself listening more. It had been quiet for far too long in the shop and he just needed to take in all the noise three other people could make. There was never a moment where there wasn’t some kind of noise and while to some that might have been bothersome, it meant that life had literally returned to the magic shop. He closed his eyes, and just took it in. When he opened his eyes, he found Robin looking at him with some concern. “You okay Asra?”

Asra smiled. “Yes, better than I have been in a long time.”

Work Love

Sparrow enjoyed watching Julian work. When things weren’t too stressful, and he was really in his element it was like poetry in motion. He was so skilled with his hands and his words, able to help each patient deduce exactly what the matter was and how to proceed. She wondered if she had felt this enamored with the man when she was his assistant, figuring that she must have had at least a crush on him because he really was a good doctor, even if he didn’t see it sometimes. Sometimes he would catch her watching and there would be a wink, or a flash of a smile and she knew things were good.

Self-Love

There weren’t many mirrors in the hut, which Lark had assumed was because of…reasons. But at some point, he did manage to convince Muriel to allow him to bring a hand mirror over from the shop. Muriel even let Lark show him what he looked like now. For a moment Muriel just looked in shock. “What do you think big guy?” Lark asked. “If you ask my opinion, I think you look pretty good but then again I’m pretty biased.”

Muriel hesitated and then his lips turned up a little. “I look…better.

Love of an Object

“You know there are better things to tie your hair up with,” Sparrow told her brother as Robin went to tie up his hair with the little red ribbon.

“I know,” Robin said with a little smile, “but it was one of the first thing Asra ever gave me and I would hate to part with it.”

Love for a Rival

“I should have guessed that it be you who would stab me in the back,” Julian said, voice dramatic as he glared. “You who would steal away the heart of the one who I loved the most.”

Sparrow couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she continued to pet Malak who just eyed Julian as he puffed up happily (and a bit smugly).

Love for a Teammate

“You ready Faust?” Robin asked.

“Ready!” the snake said, bobbing her head as she settled around Robin’s shoulders.

“Two against one,” Asra laughed looking at them over his cards, “hardly seems fair.”

“I will take any advantage in order to finally beat you at this game!” Robin said, eyes focused. “I refuse to be the loser at strip poker for a third time. I will see you in your underwear in this game so help me.”

No surprise, he later lost.

(Robin has the worst tells ever which all the better for Asra.)

Love for a Supporter

Lark really enjoyed starting up a sports club for some of the orphans, especially since he could see the pride in their eyes as they played. He even got Muriel to come and watch. The big guy wasn’t exactly the most ecstatic cheer section, but everyone could tell he was really into the game, making sure that all the kids were supported. He didn’t even complain when by the end he became a jungle gym for some of the younger ones.

Love for Motivation

This is what Asra lived for. They were all seated around the veranda after dinner, just chatting and laughing. All of them, everyone he had come to love and cherish in his life was here safe and happy. He realized that it really had been all worth it in the end, this gift of a life where he could have them all with him. There would still be bumps ahead as life never ran that smoothly but honestly, he could weather it all for all of them.

(The last one was inspired by the ending of the Heartsong tale, because I love how Asra loves everyone just to be happy!)

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biblicallyaccuratefangirl · 26 days

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☼ Asra headcanons: in the morning ☼

Wakes up all sleepy and bed headed, wearing comfy oversized clothes, to shuffle over to where you've gone and nuzzle into your neck, hugging your waist

Wants to be near you and touching your skin almost constantly, as if he needs to make up for lost time he spent sleeping

In reality, it's more so that he can hardly fathom that you're here with him, in his home, after sharing his bed— and seeing you in the morning so trustingly welcoming him into the vulnerability and domesticity of this disheveled, unpolished facet of life just fills his heart with more love than he can express

So, he tries to take in as much as he possibly can, relishing and treasuring these domestic moments with you

Being Asra's partner, you'd have to get used to his eyes fixed on you constantly. Especially in the morning. Each new day he begins with you by his side is one more day he falls in love with you all over again, and it's all he can do not to admire you with awe

Doesn't matter your body type— doesn't matter how messy your hair is when you wake up, or how tired your face is— he simply adores all of you. Every little curve, every little detail, every motion you make... he takes it all in with such affection, as if he'd spend every heartbeat away from you replaying these memories desperately

His favorite possible way to spend mornings with you is slowly waking up with coffee or tea, huddled up under a blanket at home with the windows open to hear the birds

Truthfully, it's this scenario that plays in his head most often when he's away from you for long periods of time. Apart from... other idle fantasies

Asra enjoys singing, but most often it's during moments like these— he'll hum softly, blissfully content with you leaning into him. But don't think he doesn't know what he's doing when you're snuggled up to his chest and can hear the deep, honey-smooth rumbling of his morning voice... he knows you too well for you to be able to hide the way he makes you melt

WILL tease you about it. Occasionally he'll leave it be, instead just smiling with amused affection. If he does tease you about it, though... it would easily be one of those instances where your next response redirects just how passionate the morning was about to be. He's a sucker for morning makeout sessions... Drowsy, sultry, lingering kisses? Asra does NOT need to be asked twice

Admittedly, the aforementioned scenario is most likely played out if you wake up at the same time. He wants to be as close as possible facing you, completely intertwined with you (legs, arms, hands in hair, everything). This all starts out entirely pure; simple and sweet affection and devotion. He'll shower you with half-asleep kisses, murmuring questions about how you slept. Needless to say, the mood can very easily be shifted...

He's somewhat of a morning person, especially with you in his life. Frequently you'll wake up to breakfast waiting on the nightstand, with Asra already back in bed close next to you. Acts of service are a close contender to physical affection for him, though he's glad to express his love in just about any form he can

Overall, every morning with Asra is a lovely one and you can rest assured you won't spend it feeling unappreciated <3

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tonberry-yoda · 6 months

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Take a Break - Asra

notes - IM BACK FROM THE DEAD AND WITH A FIC?!?!?! Hi guys! <3 I've been in a bit of a block feeling like my writing is meh, but I wanted to pump this out to get out of said block. I'm finally on a short break for school, but I'll be working then, but now, I had time to write and wanted to give you all something, even if it's short and sweet. I also wanted to thank you all for the support even as I've been on my hiatus. I nearly have 200 followers, and I just can't thank everyone enough for being so loving! Sorry this note was kinda long, but I really want you all to know how much I love you <3 word count - 941

“Hi Asra.” You smile, giving the boy goo-goo eyes as he walks into the shop that the two of you owned.

“Hello, y/n.” he says, not once looking at you. He was too busy looking down at a list of some sort to notice you staring at him while you stood behind the counter.

“Busy?” you asked.

“Mhm.” was all he let out before walking up to his office.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. Another busy day that clouded both you and Asra. You were used to it by now, but a break sounded nice every once in a while. So instead of that break, you played with a bottle full of tea leaves that you were proud to say you made yourself. You didn't hate your job, if anything, you loved it more than any job you’ve had before. The problem was Asra. He looked constantly stressed and beyond tired. You hated that he was starting to look like he was the one who hated his job. He had so much passion years ago, but now he just looked swamped.

“Good evening, y/n!” you heard a familiar voice say as the bell rang above the door. Your ears perked up and a smile spread across your face as you saw one of your regular customers walk in.

“Evening, Mr. Bennet! How are you?” You set down the little bottle and walked over to the man, shaking his hand.

“Fine, fine,” he said. “Busy as always. You?” He hung his coat on a rack next to the door and started browsing.

“I'm all right,” you admitted. “Bout to close up shop, so that’s nice.”

“I won't be too long.” He looked at some of the tea you had made, carefully reading the instructions. “Where’s Asra, if you don't mind me asking?”

“Oh, he's upstairs. Probably working as always.” You rested your cheek on your hand.

“Go figure. Poor man needs to catch a break.”

“Tell me about it.” you chuckled.

“Well, when you see him again,” Mr. Bennet said, walking to the counter with a box of tea leaves. “Tell him that he has to get that break, for me, of course.”

You laughed and took the money from the man, locking the door behind him as he left.

“Was that Mr. Bennet?” you heard Asra ask, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Yeah,” you said nonchalantly as you began to clean up for the night. “He just got some tea, that’s all.”

“Dammit,” Asra groaned, leaning against the wall. “I had to ask him something.”

“You know he’ll be back. He’s in here all the time. Plus, he told me to tell you to take a damn break.”

Asra ran his fingers through his white hair while his other hand clutched some tarot cards. “You know I can't do that.” he sighed.

“Whatever you say.” You finished sweeping up the rest of the shop and walked past Asra.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To my room. To take a break.” So, you did. You walked straight to your room and laid on your bed. It was soft, as always, and all of your stuffed animals gave you soft smiles.

Through your window, you could see the moon peeking over some mountains behind the town and a smile spread across your face. You quickly jumped out of bed to open your window to bring in some cool night air. It smelled fresh. You saw crows fly overhead and could see the lights from the rest of the village turning on as the night market began overflowing with people. You’ve been needing this relaxation for weeks, and finally, it was a weekend where you had time for it.

At your door, you heard Asra clear his throat. When you turned around, he had Faust wrapped around his bicep and the tarot cards were still in his hand.

“Need something?” you asked.

“Not really.” he said quietly.

“You look tired.” Your voice was softer than his.

Asra chuckled. “I am tired.”

“Then take a break. Please.”

Faust slid her way off of Asra’s arm and slid over to you. You picked her up and she wrapped herself around your wrist. “Break!” she said to Asra.

“There’s so much to do before the weekend is over though.” Asra sighed and leaned against the frame of your door.

“Like what?” you asked.

He thought for a minute. You assumed that he was going to try to make some excuse to keep himself busy. There were probably things he had to do over the weekend, but you also knew that Asra was the kind of guy who always felt the need to be productive.

You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “Asra, I'm serious, you need a break. Those eyebags don't look good on you.” You ran your thumb underneath his eye over the dark spots there.

He softened to your touch, leaning his cheek on your warm hand. “What if everything falls apart because of me?” he asked.

“I think you’re just making excuses.” you giggled.

He took your hand in his own and smiled softly at you. Faust, you noticed, had disappeared, but you didn't mind, especially when you just saw her curling up in a little cage you had made for her.

“Do you want some hot cocoa?” you asked Asra as he took a seat on your bed.

“That would be wonderful, y/n, thank you.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead and pushed him so that he was laying down. “I'll be right back.” You winked.

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