#asra x mc

[mandaloresson]

MY ENTIRE. ENTIRE. ASRA X MC FANFIC GOT DELETED. DUE TO DOCS BEING FUCKING STUPID. I'M GOING TO SCREAM.

there wasn't too much but I still have to rewrite everything. I'm going insane.

#jax speaks #the arcana #the arcana mc #asra alnazar #asra x mc #jax rants

[nebbyy]

I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING

(this is a rant of mine that CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ASRA'S ROUTE IN THE ARCANA, so read at your own risk)

So, Asra right? My first love interest in the game, the person that basically built my ideal type,.. him.

It is common knowledge in this fandom that his love for the MC is completely unending end unconditional, right?

Well, I might disagree.

This idea came to my mind a few days ago, and from then on I spent my days contemplating life in despair and depression at my realization.

Asra's love IS FUCKED UP and I think it is more of an addiction to the MC rather than pure, unconditional love.

Let me elaborate: first he loses his parents, then he finds Muriel but he still lives in fear of losing him every time he had to fight in the Arena, then he had you, who for about 6 years had stayed by his side, with no signs of leaving anytime soon.

He wanted you all to himself, the only thing that remained stable in his life. That is, until the plague. That's the time where the selfishness of the purpose of his actions really comes to light: he wants everything and everyone to be just as he wants.

I mean, let's face it, no matter how much he might have pleaded and begged you to come with him and leave the city, he still left you there, alone, risking your life,... just so that he could be safe. Screw where you were, he was sure that at the end of it all, you would've still been there, waiting for him.

Because out of all the people in his life, you were the only one that never left

But it all changes when Julian's letter reaches him, and he comes back to Vesuvia. And you're gone.

I really think that his grief was mostly due to the loss of something stable in his life, rather than the lost of the love of his life.

After all, it didn't take long for him to start a relationship with Julian, and I don't care if some might say that it's some sort of coping mechanism, if Asra was able to do it all while still working to get you back, hitting it with Julian knowing that he was gonna have you back soon... that's just fucked up.

Also, his protective tendencies when MC comes back are rather possessive in my opinion: he keeps you like a trophy inside the shop, while he keeps wandering around the world, fulfilling his own selfish desire to visit as much as he can, while still keeping you in your cozy place, inside the castle.

That is also the whole point of the Reversed Ending of his route, that he could consider his own happy ending: he has you, all to himself, forever.

I think that the best side of Asra comes out when you play the other routes, because he has to come to term with his own issues and with the fact that at this point he cannot keep you to himself anymore. And with time he'll come to realize that what he feels for you is more of a spiritual connection, probably thanks to your own aura and magic, rather than a real romantic connection.

That's it, thanks for coming to my ted talk babes

#personal rant #angst #writers on tumblr #asra x apprentice #asra x mc #asra x reader #asra the arcana #asra alnazar

[gauloiseblue]

Asra Alnazar | Modern AU

[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]

A/N: sorry for the random ass post, but I miss soft romance AU, and he's the only comfort character that I know would fit into this. (it's a wonder what a half heart could do to a lady, huh?) Anyway, enjoy my take on him ^^

General

He might not realize it, but most of his clothes are women's clothes. For a reason that he find the texture softer, and more comfortable, compared to men's clothes

Like shirts, and the outerwears

He likes woman's shampoo (*cough* Diane) as well, because it makes his hair smoother, and smells good

He also wears skincare, but limits himself to moisturizer only. Because he once brought so many products, but he ended up not using them because they didn't fit his skin type. He had learnt his lesson

Books and poetry are his weak spots. He likes to read, and can never resist a novel with an interesting title

He treats Orpheus and Eurydice story like the Bible

Sometimes he writes, but he finds his poems terrible, so he never shares it to anyone

Surprisingly, he doesn't have any favorite movie. While he does like a few movies, there's none that touched him—to the point that it changes him as a person

People around him would debate over his pet preference, some would be so sure that he's a dog person, while the others were dead serious about him being a cat person.

(Imagine their surprise when they found out that he owned a ball python)

He prefers to cook his own food rather than buying take-out, except for the food that (1) took a long time to make, and (2) sourdough bread (or any kind of artisan breads, really)

Talking about preference, his favorite beverages are smoothies and wines. But for wine, he only likes them when they're sweet. If it's a red wine, he'd like them hot and spiced. For white wine, he prefers port wine. I can see him liking any sweet cocktail like Baileys, Sangria, or Margarita. He only indulges in alcohol every once in a while, but smoothies? Oh boy…

Contrary to people's belief, he doesn't listen to music that much. Even if he does, he's listen to instrumental music

He values his concentration a lot, and would do anything to keep himself focused. That's why he practices meditation, and he'd take some time to meditate, at least once a day.

I can see him as someone who owns a perfume shop, or a place for an art exhibition. And he won't have just one job either, he'll have many things on his plate that's relating to arts, fragrances, and wellness

When people ask him about his belief, he'd say that he believes everyone is responsible for their actions. He doesn't believe that God would meddle with people's affairs, and strongly believes in karma. He also believes in reincarnation, that's why he tries to not make enemies with anyone, because he doesn't want to deal with them again in the next life

While he doesn't necessarily believe in the personification of God, he believes in the existence of Deities, and he respects their existence as something beyond human knowledge

Which, in turns, makes him luckier somehow

(Maybe it's because Deities favor him, but who knows)

He's really bad at video games, mainly because he never takes it too seriously. But his friends would invite him to play, because he always makes them laugh

He also sings, very badly at karaoke, because he never listens to the songs

Despite of his easy-going nature, no one's really close to him. He's a private person, and wouldn't disclose anything about himself too much

But strangely, people would claim that they know him best, solely on the random facts that he had told them separately

(And it's always fun to watch them arguing about it)

Love/Relationship

Like I said earlier, he's easy-going, and that means he's easy to approach too. But that's it, that's what he'd ever be

He's approachable, but unavailable at the same time

And the reason for it, is because his idea for love is very complex. He couldn't love someone if they didn't connect on deeper level

In the past, he's not afraid to kiss anyone he found interesting, but as he grew up, he did it less and less, to the point of stopping

(Once, he got into an argument because the person he kissed believed that they had something, but he firmly stated that they're nothing. Which snowballed into a fight, and their relationship became a gossip for quite a while)

He never slept with anyone either, because he believes that sex is an exchange of energy, and he didn't want to give a 'part' of him to someone he didn't truly love

I think he's pretty much the embodiment of 'fell in love first × fell harder' trope

He wouldn't know his feelings before they hit him all at once

And when it happens, he won't know what to do, because it's very unfamiliar to him

He'd distance himself with the person he loved, while trying to make sense of his feelings. Does he really love them? Is it something that's genuine, or will it pass?

But once he found all of the answers, he's committing, hard

You won't see any hesitation from him when he confess to you

Would just marry you on the spot if he could

Of course, he'll take it slow at first, but he knows that there's no one else he wants more than you. So he'll work hard to make sure that you're happy with him

Having conversations with him hits different, because he knows you and your way of thinking. You'd say just one word, and he'd already know the whole sentence

On the fluff sides, I think he'll pretty much share things with you

He'll let you move in with him, and will let you use his things without complain

That includes his clothes and skincare

You'd be surprised to find that many of his clothes fit you perfectly. Because they are women's clothes after all

Would prefer to cook for you, but wouldn't mind taking you out for dinner either

Dating him consists of a lot of talking, a lot of kisses, and a lot of cuddles

If you need help, he won't hesitate to do it for you. He'd take care of you when you're sick, he'd pick you up despite of the distance and the time. Whenever you phoned him, you knew he'd pick up in an instant

(He knows it's not healthy, but he can't help it, his world revolves around you now)

You know the post where a man was at the party before he said he missed his gf and went home immediately? Yeah, that's him

If you wear lip balm/lip gloss, you'll find him staring at you, until you apply it to his lips as well

Since he takes good care of his hair, he'll do it to yours too. He'd buy the best products for your hair, and would take care of it twice a week, leaving your hair soft and healthy

In terms of social life, he'd pretty much introduce you to everyone he knows. Whether it's his family, or just friends

Speaking of his family, his parents already welcomed you long before you even met them. They both would exchange a meaningful look whenever their son talked about you. They trust his choice, and will give you both their support if needed

(Now that you've entered the picture, his parents won't stop talking about your relationship with him. They'd gossip like two bored wives in the lazy afternoon, about how he'd propose, or what the wedding would look like)

And Faust!! That little thing is pretty much your child now

When the two of you are cuddling, Faust will find a way to nestles between you and him

(He usually lets Faust out of his tank whenever he's alone, but he'd only do it once you're comfortable with it. Which you did, eventually. And that's an order)

You both pretty much behave like an old couple, and many of his friends point it out to you—mainly in the form of complains, because he's becoming more and more unavailable since you both started dating

But what can you say? It's not like you can escape from him either when he's clinging to you 24/7

NSFW

If you remember what I said earlier about his thought on sex, then you shouldn't be surprised when I told you he's a virgin

When the two of you had sex for the first time, he swallowed his pride and told you that he had no experience. But he made it up to you by giving you oral

While he lacked experience, he definitely knew about women's anatomy (because he secretly read it in women's discussion pages)

And he's an attentive lover, he'd be in tuned with your feelings, and how your body reacted when he did certain things

He only lasted one round the first time, for a reason that it took tremendous energy to keep him focused on pleasuring you. But now that he knows your body like the back of his hand, he won't hesitate to tire you out every time you both have sex

At the end of the sessions, he'd relish the afterglow as he kissed your shoulder tenderly

The feeling would persist, even days after the passionate night. You called it 'lover's bliss', but for him, it's the remnant of 'your energy'

Since he avoided porn like a plague, his view on sex is really different from other people, and that includes the kinks that he's into

Choking and slapping are barbaric to him, but he'd hold you in his arms really tight as he pounded into you from behind. He won't shout vulgar words at you, but he'll whisper unbelievably sweet, but dirty things that'll make you squirm. You won't be forced to pleasure him with your mouth, but he'll eat you out until you cry rapturous tears

While there's no definite correlation between fruits and sweeter cum, his taste is definitely sweet, or at least less bitter than normally. (Yea, I'm nasty, what about it)

About birth control, he won't let you take one, because he knows of the side effects. He'll use condoms instead, or have unprotected sex when it's your safe day

He's a vanilla, but he won't hesitate to make you pass out from overstimulation

Though he won't do it often, since he needs to have the energy to wake up the next day

Trivia

His MBTI type is INFJ

He wears 3 rings—2 on his left hand, and 1 on his right hand—and one of them is actually your engagement ring. He just hasn't give it to you

#headcanon #the arcana #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra x mc #modern au #i swear I'll be back with cod content after this. just let me indulge in my comfort char and au first orz #also..... my god..... I can't forget him at all #he's like a virus in my head now

[jansendraws]

Раз в сто лет я возвращаюсь к аркане🔮

#the arcana #the arcana mc #asra alnazar #asra x mc

[takethesunnysideup]

do you think Asra enjoyed Patchouli when the plague was going on? simply just because it was a fragrance that appealed to him before the plague? what about after the apprentice dies? do you think he starts to hate it after the apprentice dies?

#asra x mc #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #asra alnazar #asra the magician #the arcana #the arcana game #c

[sweetestlittledarling]

Fix It

Part of @monthly-challenge 2024 | Fixing Something

Rating: PG

Pairing: Slight AsraxRobin (Male Apprentice) but generally just kind of Apprentices and their Master Asra

Summary: After Asra made the deal with the Magician he returned home to the magic shop...

(So as I have explained in other posts this comes in my Au world where Asra has three Apprentices (Robin, Sparrow, and Lark) who all live at the magic shop. I really enjoyed writing this one because it makes me so happy to think about the happy family back together.)

Asra had never felt so scared to enter the magic shop. Of course, after the night he had he wasn’t sure what he was going to find on the other side of that door. Faust clung to his shoulders as if to say she was nervous too. Asra allowed himself a deep breath, in and out, before reaching for the door and stepping inside. The main room was dark. Asra waved a hand lighting the lanterns. He looked around and listened carefully. Everything was the same and there was only silence. Asra’s heart dropped as he worried that maybe the spell hadn’t worked, and he was still-

              “Oh man, I feel like I have been sleeping for ages!”

              Asra’s eyes grew wide as out of the backroom stepped Lark, stretching and yawning as if he had just woken from a nap. Another voice from the kitchen made Asra turn, seeing Sparrow step out carrying her favorite tin of tea.

              “Lark have you been drinking my tea again,” she asked, eyeing her brother. “I swear I just picked up some and we are almost out.”

              “No, I haven’t been drinking your tea,” Lark answered, rolling his eyes. “I don’t even remember the last time I had a- “Lark’s words stopped as he noticed Asra, his face breaking out into a big grin. “Oh, hey Master Asra! You’re back!”

              Sparrow turned and also noticed Asra, also smiling. “Welcome back Master Asra,” she said politely, “I hope that your trip went well!”

              Asra could only stare at both of them with wide eyes. This was no illusion, and he was not dreaming as he felt the slight pain as Faust tightened around his arm happily. They were here, they were alive. “Friends!” Faust cheered as she quickly slithered off Asra and onto the counter, quickly making her way over to Sparrow who allowed the snake to climb up her arm and onto her shoulders. She happily nuzzled Sparrow’s cheek, flicking her tongue in and out.

              “Aw, missed you too Faust,” Sparrow cooed as she gave the familiar an affectionate stroke of the head.

              “Are you okay Master Asra?” Lark asked, still focused on the man in front of them. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

              “He’s probably tired from his trip Lark,” Sparrow offered, looking over at Asra as Faust slithered away. “Though you do look a little pale? Do you want to sit down? I can make you some tea.”

              “You’re both here,” Asra breathed in disbelief still unable to believe his eyes. They both looked the same. Lark, with his youthful face framed by his wildly died undercut and Sparrow with her sharp blue-gray eyes and braided hair. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought he had stepped through a time portal back all those many lost years because it was like nothing had changed for either of them.

              Lark cocked an eyebrow. “Where else would we be? I mean we live here, and this shop can’t magically run itself…can it?”

              “Don’t even think about it!” Sparrow said, shooting her brother a knowing look.

              Lark rolled his eyes. “I didn’t say I would do it, I was just asking!”

              “What are you two arguing about out here?” a very familiar voice asked from the back room.

              Asra’s heart skipped a beat as Robin, his third apprentice stepped out into the light. He looked exactly the same as the day Asra had left. Same brilliant blue eyes, same youthful face framed by long dark hair tied back into a ponytail. He even had the small bit of scruffy facial hair on his chin. Same strong frame but gentle smile. Asra found his hands shaking. “Robin,” he breathed.

              Robin’s eyes instantly found Asra’s as soon as the magician spoke. He smiled in that way that made Asra warm all over. “Welcome home Master Asra!”

              Asra didn’t realize that he had begun to move until he was directly in front of Robin, the younger man’s eyes filled with surprise as Asra reached up and touched his face. It was slightly cool but warmed quickly to Asra’s touch. He was real. So very real! “Your really here!” Asra gasped as tears came to his eyes. “Oh Robin!” He wrapped his arms around Robin in a tight hug, pressing his face to Robin’s shoulder. Gods he even smelled the same! At first Robin didn’t seem to know what to do but then he wrapped his arms around Asra, hugging back only a little awkwardly.

              “Are you okay Master?” Robin asked concerned.

              “Should I go to get the doctor?” Sparrow asked, starting to move

              “No wait!” Asra said quickly, making her stop. He grabbed her and Lark’s arm and then pulled all three of his apprentices in for a group hug. Even Faust, who had been slither around, go in on by squeezing in on Robin’s shoulders. Her head rested on Lark’s head, with her tail curled around Sparrow’s arm. Asra felt a few tears slip down his cheeks. His apprentices, his family! They were all here! They were all alive! He wasn’t sure what he had hoped for with the spell but this…this was everything he could have ever hoped for!

              “Um, not that I don’t like getting an Asra hug, but I am confused still,” Lark said after a moment, “and very hungry. I feel like I haven’t eaten in forever!”

              “You and your bottomless pit of a stomach, I swear!” Sparrow groaned.

              Robin meanwhile was focused on Asra, eyes giving away level of worry he was feeling. He disentangled himself from the hug and reached out to touch Asra’s shoulder. “Asra, if there is something wrong? Please if there is any way we could- “

              “No,” Asra interrupted, brushing away the happy tears, looking at all three of them with immense joy, “you don’t have to do anything Robin, none of you do. I am…” He paused, trying to think of the best way to say what he wanted to say.  “I am so happy to be home with all of you. I didn’t mean to frighten you, I was just very tired and so glad to see all of you again. I’m sorry to have worried you.” He turned to Lark and smiled. “How about we make some dinner? I am feeling a tad hungry myself.” 

              “Yes please!” Lark cheered, nearly dancing off to the kitchen.

              “Wait Lark!” Sparrow called after him, stopping a moment to place a hand on Asra’s shoulder before chasing after her brother. “I’ll make us some tea.”

              “Thank you, Sparrow.” He watched as she disappeared into the kitchen, just listening to the sounds of their muffled movements and chatter. It had been silent for too long and now there was sound again. Feeling eyes upon him Asra looked up and found Robin’s eyes still looking unsurely at him.

              “Are you sure you’re okay Master Asra?”

              Asra cupped his cheek, just gazing at the face that he had thought he would only see in his dreams. There was so much he wanted to do at that moment, especially with that beautiful face. His heart was singing, and his mind was buzzing. The world was suddenly bright again as color had returned to everything. It had all been so wrong for far too long and now it was as if the world had been righted. A grave wrong had been mended and Asra would always be thankful for this second chance. But of course, he had to keep all that to himself as he just smiled. “I’m okay, just very glad to be home.”

#the arcana #the arcane game #asra the magician #asra alnazar #asra x mc #februfluff2024 #fluffuary #arcana mc #arcana apprentice #confession this made me cry just a little

[bahrtofane]

Vamp au stuff idk 

—-

A blanket of paranoia has descended upon Vesuvia. It starts out as nothing but rumor, joke. Very plainly no one gives a damn. 

But Asra sees past the half baked jokes, the laughter, the ignorance. He knows that something is brewing on the horizon. Vesuvia is about to change, immensely so. He tries not to let it get to him, yet. But he keeps an eye out.

Anything that's close to a sign, a hint. He gets it, in the form of sharp smiles and red eyes. Foreigners in Vesuvia have never been odd. The city is a melting pot, but this small batch of visitors gives him the creeps. 

They lack what he believes to be humanity. There's something so inhuman about the way they just- well, exist. Smiles the crack open like ice. Theyre  imposing, taller than most of the population, sporting the same purple robes so dark they would be mistaken for black without direct sunlight. Gold pendants and chains hanging off their necks. Their hands almost crooked, nails curved a little too much like an animal. 

Everyone calls him crazy. And in full honesty he starts to believe it, but the way Faust curls in on herself whenever one is near only confirms his suspicions. 

Word on the street is they're guests of the count, and that makes his skin crawl. Why are they patrolling the city day in and day out? 

He tries telling you as much, “i don't trust them…” he grumbles, elbow deep in laundry.

You only huff at him, “you don't even know them and you're making baseless assumptions.”

He only squints, lips turning to a frown, “if you tell me you don't feel the same weird aura from them you are a liar.”

“You just don't like what you can't understand.”

They suppose you're right. But still. 

—--

They want to hurl the moment you waltz into the shop, bright eyed and telling him all about the new friend you made. One of them.

Frankly you think they're being rather prejudiced and unkind, but he only shakes his head.

“I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about these guys.”

You wave him off and he suddenly feels nauseous. Something very bad is going to happen. And he's right.

—-

His first encounter is short and sweet, out to buy ingredients for dinner when he runs into one. Literally. Face first after they lose their balance on an old tile, loose and wobbly. 

Asra goes face first into his side, and he catches them, a little too quickly, nails digging into the flesh of his arm. 

“I'm sorry i didn't-” he's cut off by a smile as the man turns to him. A little too wide, one too many teeth. Sharp teeth. He yanks it back to his side in a hurry. Glaring at what's attached to the rest of the hand.

“Oh don't worry. Are you alright ? You look a little pale.” his eyelids droop so low Asra can't tell if they're even open anymore.

“No, I'm fine, thank you.” 

It doesn't take all that long for stranger occurrences to follow, all around Vesuvia. Things going missing, people forgetting where they are, why they're there. It's like a fog has descended on them all, clouding their mind.

When the first disappearances trickle in, Asra knows immediately they have something to do with it. 

Everyone flocks to the shop for protections, charms, spells and readings. Anything to keep them safe. They cling to him for reassurance but he can not give what he isn't certain of.

Asra advises them all to stay off the streets and keep the wandering close no none. They listen to him, all but you. You just have to do as you please.

You think you're some sort of martyr, able to save those who have been missing for weeks now, and the minds of those who stay.

When people start coming back is when panic truly begins to set. They come back but they aren't the same are they. They all sport the same red eyes. It's enough for Asra. he needs to leave. He feels suffocated. Theres always red eyes on him, no amount of magic can change that. 

When the attacks start he does he begin packing his things. The people have all gone mad. Succumb to insanity and desire. They're become carnal beasts, eyes red and w hunger that is inhuman as they are. They thirst for blood, either dead or alive. Each night they ravage the city, and each morning they are forced to pick the pieces up again.

He needs to leave.

But you insist on staying. If that's what you so wish to do, from your own foolish pride, in thinking you can make everything right, then so be it. He will not spend another night in fear, boarding up every window, casting protections till his hands shake, fearing for his beloved city so. 

He leaves. And you stay.

He wishes he never did. Oh how they wish you never turned into what drove them out in the first place. 

Two pricks on the side of your neck sealed your fate. Perhaps another two will undo it. 

#the arcana #asra alnazar #asra x you #asra x reader #asra x mc #asra alnazar x reader #asra the arcana #asra the magician #the arcana fanfic #the arcana headcanons #the arcana asra #asra #asra x apprentice #bahr blurbs #bahr vamp au

[jforjerms]

Asra

#asra alzanar #asra x mc #asra x apprentice #asra the arcana #the arcana #faust

[thekitchenywitch]

Asra has seen so many things and experienced so much grief for people that came back into his life one at a time.

First he lost his parents who were locked away by the devil for the simple crime helping Lucio and protecting their son.

Then Muriel ( which I think a lot of people forget). I don’t think Muriel would have been able to make himself go back to Asra after he’d been hurt badly in a fight. I truly don’t think Muriel would be able to do that to the bright-eyed, lively, poofy-haired kid that made him remember what life was worth.

Then you and as I mentioned before, he wasn’t even there, he had begged and pleaded with you to come with him but you wanted to stay, you wanted to help those who had been doomed by the plague. And he wasn’t even there to hold your hand or take care of you as you died, and it ripped him apart.

The first to come back was Muriel, who had helped in Asra’s plan to bring you back. Muriel was the first person who came back, the first part of his family he’d seen in years.

Next was you. He gave up half of his own heart to bring you back. To hold you in his arms again. But you didn’t know who he was. You didn’t know who you were. You didn’t know anything or anyone, and I think it would have destroyed him a second time. He taught you how to be yourself again, how to be a person, a magician, a soul, you. And you gave him everything he could ask for in return.

You helped him to find his parents again, you helped him save them and their familiars. You brought them home.

Asra’s route and life held so much grief and so much joy at the same time. He held so much inside of him and still managed to be good. That’s why I admire him. He had so many emotions so many clashing feeling and he still stayed kind. He still chose to be himself. He chose to stay the bright-eyed, poofy-haired, marvel that he is.

#asra the magician #asra x apprentice #asra x mc #asra the arcana #asra x reader #asra alnazar #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana x reader #the arcana x male reader #the arcana x mc

[marixrose]

Asra- Baby Fever 

Me and Asra are walking around at the market looking for something for dinner. 

While walking something caught my eye, there was a child with a scraped knee crying on the ground. 

Without warning I rushed over to help the kid, forgetting to let Asra know. 

“Are you alright?” I asked softly to get a better look at his knee. 

“I want my mommy” the child cried, showing no signs of cooperating with me.

I sighed and gave up on trying to heal the boy with my magic, he was moving too much. 

“Let’s go find your mom, what do you say?” This seemed to cheer him up because his cries shortly ceased and he was ready to come help me find his mom. 

I quickly look over to find Asra staring at me with a weird expression, “Want to help?” I asked him. 

“Would love to.” 

Together we helped the boy find his mother, who honestly wasn’t that far. It felt good seeing the look on his moms face when she saw her boy again. 

I smiled and waved, happy to see the little family together again. 

Me and Asra walked back to the place where we left off looking for something to eat. 

“You seemed really happy with that little boy,” Asra said out of the blue. 

I lost my train of thought at the question, what was he getting to? 

“I always loved children, growing up I would babysit the neighbors kids to help out. Guess that’s where my love for them comes from.” I smile remembering the memories. 

He looked away as if lost in thought, and not wanting to interrupt I stayed quiet. 

We found a small place selling rice and orange chicken, so we decided to sit down and eat. 

Asra didn’t talk much, it was mostly me doing all the talking. I didn’t want to assume that anything was wrong, but clearly he isn’t in the same mood as he was earlier.

“Is something the matter?” I asked as we made our way back to the shop. 

“No, it’s nothing. Just thinking.” He said laughing. 

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty gloomy back there.”

“It’s nothing really, don’t worry about it Love.” 

I sighed letting the matter go, he will tell me of his own accord, no point of rushing him. 

When we got home me and Asra started to get ready for bed. 

It had been a long day but the shop is doing well so no complaints from me. 

I was brushing my teeth as Asra sat on the edge of the bed when he spoke. 

“Do you ever want children, Y/n?” He asked softly, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear. 

I ponder the question before speaking, “I mean, yes I do, it would be nice to have some children of my own someday. Why do you ask? Do you?” 

He looked at me and smiled, “I do, just afraid of your answer. I was asking because I was thinking that maybe we could start trying for one?” 

His question took me by surprise, and I think he caught on. 

“I mean we don’t have to try right away. We can wait until you’re more comfortable!” he started rushing out words, getting nervous. 

“Asra, that would be great. I would love to start a family with you.” I smile, it’s funny seeing him so flustered. 

“It’s not funny, love!” He said, trying to cover his red face. 

I laugh, “It most definitely is!”

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[jaeya-k]

Asra × Apprentice

Their nightmare

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[nebbyy]

Asra x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[haruhar-u]

”The Stars Shine For You”

Asra x G/N reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[wolfbatspace]

Harsh Words Part 3

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Asra knows from experience to not say anything you’ll regret later. Not everyone gets a chance to fix what they broke.

Asra loves his kids of course but he also has the “don’t talk to my best friend like that” energy. That’s how you have a solid marriage.

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[bahrtofane]

My silly silly girl, Yusra. I should write her some time me thinks. this is a good intro for her tho

Asra 

—--

Turbulent. Always in a feverish haze desperate to latch on to each other even if it means clawing skin raw. 

What does it mean to love, to be loved ? 

There's so much yearning, it never really goes away does it.

I'd like to think there are moments of brief joy before it sputters and dies out like a flame in a downpour. Can't do much to keep it a light but pray.

Julian

—---

Games. Pretending to be so grand and yet so foolish. Coy, in ways that tear down any expectation for each other.

Julian gives no mind to the hum in the back of his mind at every touch, he keeps playing. His turn has been awfully long. 

There's always a rush whenever they're in each other's presence, eyes darting everywhere but where they should be.

Someone should really end the game shouldn't they. 

Lucio 

—--

Sharp. Pointed gaze, fixed sneer. A guilt that bubbles from somewhere far from here, and yet makes its way up the throat to coat the mouth in black, rendering speech and subsequently thought most useless.

It's not a game, never a game. The stakes are always stacked high, so so high. Aren't they tired? 

Lucio thinks his shoulders have molded permanently into restless and rigid, almost by nature now. 

Yusra thinks his discomfort needs to be hailed from more. So the stakes are raised again. 

Nadia 

—--

A waltz. Elegant, yet the smiles are strung by muscles that threaten to buckle and break. 

There are so many eyes and ears and gazes and opinions floating about them. So many it begins to cloud their gaze. The palace is turning into a prison, and they must serve it.

Only in the late hours of the night does relief come. A crackle of wind pulls back the curtains, and the facade crumbles. It's all too much at times, perhaps the palace isn't meant for Yusra, a countess is not one to be in her presence as such.

Each woe is neatly placed in an iron fortress, sealed and hidden as the curtains draw open once more.   

Portia 

—-

Giddy. Smiles that crackle and burst like lightning. Electric, bright. The same smiles that give way to a torrent, a downpour. Emotions that are held on to nothing but mere force. Forces that tear and uproot all in their way if left to their own.

Almost blinded by the desire to recklessly charge forward. Ignoring even what they hold dear along the way. 

Yusra fears the uncertainty as much as she welcomes it. 

Muriel 

—---

Push and pull. The pulling of timid nature out of its shell, and its pull back. Perhaps it will get cumbersome, the tether of the old game wearing out till it snaps back into the face of its holders on both ends. 

Or perhaps the game will end, the rope thrown and a new constant introduced.

Muriel doesnt know all about that, he likes what is familiar. But Yusra chases what is new and unknown. 

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[to-the-stars8]

A Conversation with Your Ghost

Asra x Reader AO3

Summary: Asra wakes up to you, and it breaks his heart.

When Asra opened his eyes, he saw you looking down at him, smiling. It had been so long since he had seen you, so he let his eyes drink their fill of your beauty. Like the first time he had met you, Asra could feel his heartbeat quicken as he followed your bright eyes. Even amongst precious silks and furs, there wasn’t enough coin in the world that could buy him the same comfort as your touch did. Leaning over him, you traced his body delicately, fingers feeling like you were tracing him with the petals of a flower. Gods, there weren’t words to describe just how in love with you he still was. 

“Is something wrong, my love,” You said. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “I sense that you’re stressed.”

Asra sucked in a breath as your voice rang in his ears. He turned his head away, trying to ignore the ache in his chest, eyes staring into the flames of the fireplace across the room. After a moment, he looked back at you. “I am fine. You do not need to worry about me.”

You ‘tsked’, a sound Asra knew you made when not satisfied. “I believe we both know that is a lie. Now, if you tell me,” You paused, pressing a ghost of a kiss on his bare shoulder. “There will be a reward.”

He chuckled, hands turning into fists as he remembered your rewards and how it would get him to spill every secret he had. For once, Asra did not fall for it. “I promise you, it is no lie. I am most okay when you are here.”

He looked into your eyes and saw them soften at the affection he gave. There was nothing he would not do for you. You laid your hand against Asra’s chest, and he swore he could feel the warmth through his body. 

“You need a break, I can tell you have been working too hard,” You said cheerfully. Still, your voice was soft. “Maybe, we could take a trip to that one place you took me for my birthday…Theー Damn it all, I forget the name of it. The one where the stars shined the brightest.”

Asra could not recall the name of the place either but remembered the night well. The stars never seemed so bright than when he looked into your eyes. Gods, he thought, what were those damned stars worth if they could not be seen through your eyes? 

“Yes,” He said. “We should. Tomorrow, perhaps?”

You grinned. “Yes! We will go in the morning. I have some things to finish up here in the meantime.” Looking down at him again, you patted his chest. “For now, get some sleep, my love. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.”

Asra did as you said, sparing his heart from the sight of you. It was for a moment before he yearned to see you again, but, just like that, he was alone. The room was dark, no fire had ever been lit and it was deathly quiet. Sitting up, Asra sobbed into his hands as he cursed himself for letting you go. He could not bear this quietness, nor the conversations with your ghost. 

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