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thefishermansharbor · 11 months

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Poisonous Jealousy,

The Arcana x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Headcanons about Lucio, Asra, and Portia feeling jealous of how their partner acts with someone.

Asra Alnazar:

Unlike how the rest of his personality is, Asra gets jealous easily and often. He can’t help his possessiveness, so he doesn’t act on it often. He’s good at containing himself.

Asra feels a big deal of guilt for all of his envy, and whether you mind or not, he worries it’ll make you feel uncomfortable or controlled.

He respects you and trusts you to not cheat on him but still he can’t help but overthink a bit before ultimately intercepting.

Still feels guilty about it even if you say he was doing you a favor.

You smile warmly at the shopper. “ Let me know if I can help you find anything, sweetie!”

Asra knew that this wasn’t special, and that you called everyone nicknames – but the way the stranger seemed to enjoy it got under his skin. He couldn’t help but curl his hands into fists as he watched the stranger’s expression twitch into a smirk.

The stranger had a likeness to your lover, except the stranger was taller, and had a mischievous feeling to him. The man spoke,

“ I was just wondering what time you got off work.”

Asra knows you’d never ever cheat on him, but his blood boils. There’s a slim slick feeling in the back of his mind as he watches the stranger inch closer to you. He can’t help himself but intervene.

He walks right in between you and the man, throwing his arm over your shoulder and giving your cheek a quick kiss. The man rolls his eyes, suddenly moving backwards.

“ I’m sorry to say that my PARTNER here will be busy with me after their shift. Maybe another time.” Asra offers the man a polite smile, but under it he’s practically seething with disgust for the stranger.

The man shakes his head in distaste, a little humiliated. “ – yeah whatever, I wasn’t that interested in you anyways.” He leaves the drapey magic shop, Asra’s grip on you only tightening while the man walks out.

“ What was that about?” You ask.

“ Sorry, I really didn’t like how close he was getting. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.” In part, this statement is true.. But the bigger reason behind it was to satisfy that possessiveness that had been crawling around in the back of his mind. You shrug, and he kisses you quickly. He trusts you.

Portia Devorak:

She doesn’t get jealous at all. Actually, she prides herself on the trust she has for you. She lets almost anything slide, as long as the person she’s jealous of isn’t physically or emotionally hurting you.

But if it’s a particularly bad day and someone is really bothering her - she’ll try to one-up them in some shape or form. They’re talking about how good they are at darts? She’s better and she’ll prove she is.

She also does something nice for you, to prove that she’s the better lover than whoever the other person is.

She’s passive aggressive because she doesn’t want to be outright rude to another person for the reason being only that they were hitting on you.

One of the other pirates was bragging to you about his exceptional axe-throwing skill. From what Portia could see, you were interested in the conversation and were happy to hear it.

Portia smiled, she was so glad you were bonding with the ship crew. But then again, she couldn’t help this inkling of a feeling. Was she jealous? No, no.. she trusted you. She just couldn’t help but think about it. The other pirate was your type, and was far more reliable than the mischievous Portia.

She runs the situation over in her head - she was pretty good at axe - throwing, and she could probably take him in a competition.. She walked over and sat down next to the two of you.

“ Hi my love! What’re you guys up to?” She said excitedly. You began to speak, but the pirate cut you off.

“ I was just telling this beauty,” He winked at you, “ about my expertise.” Portia nodded, her hand taking yours and squeezing it gently. “ – how great!” She smiled so wide it could’ve been a frown.

“ What are you an expert on, then?” She asks.

“ Ax - throwing.” He said proudly, crossing his arms. Portia’s eyes narrowed, still holding that forced smile. “ GREAT. Just GREAT. Should we do a bit of that, then?”

“ That's maybe not the safest idea.” You offer sheepishly. The tension in the area pooling, Portia looks at you.

“ you’re right. Do I ever tell you how smart you are, my love? You’re just brilliant!” She says loudly. The other pirate seemed to be starting to get the hint now. But Portia kept going,

“ You’re also a brilliant kisser. You’re so sweet to me, you’re the best partner I could ask for.” She exclaims, extra sweetly. The other pirate seems a little unsure of himself now, his eyes running around the room.

“ – so, back to you.” Portia said finally, looking back at the other pirate. He stands and brushes himself off, “ well, maybe I should uh.. Leave you two for a moment.”

She nods, and waits for him to leave before kissing you. She felt like a winner when she did that, as if it was some sort of ‘ impress my lover! ‘ challenge that she had won.

Lucio Morgasson:

Will laugh it off at first. But if that person makes you uncomfortable - god forbid, he will cause a scene.

This grown man will do literally ANYTHING to get whoever was hitting on you to leave you alone. I kid you not, this grown man will bark at someone in order for them to get away from you.

He loves you and would do whatever needed to protect you or your honor, but also a bit of his own pride and jealousy can get in the way when he tries to intercept anyone trying to romance you in front of him.

Lucio accepts that you wouldn’t two-time him, but he wouldn’t mind showing off in front of you. He likes it when you’re proud of him.

You were at one of Lucio’s famously good parties. Everyone was happy and excited, dancing and twirling. You were talking to a foreign diplomat, drink in hand.

She smiled widely at you. Most of your conversation was about Vesuvia, but it started to edge onto a bit of flirting..

“ I knew Vesuvia to be the home of marvelous talent, but I didn’t know it was such a hotspot for gorgeous people like yourself,” She smiled, twirling her hair and being extra sweet with you. Lucio had been partying loudly and proudly like he always does, when he caught sight of you being a little too friendly with one of the guests.

He walked over, he thought it was a hilarious and desperate attempt from the diplomat to secure some false friendship. He chuckled to himself, she couldn’t possibly be serious… but then she was.

She was raving to you about how spectacular of a conversation partner you were, and Lucio felt.. Embarrassed? Were you liking it? Would she be better than him for you? Before his thoughts can cloud him, he walks over and smirks at the both of you.

“ How’s the party going?” He asks you. You smile and speak, “ I’m just chatting around, meet my friend, she’s very sweet–” Lucio’s temper breaks, and he takes a deep breath.

He picks you up. Completely up, as if you weigh nothing. “ I LOVE YOU!” He then shouts. A couple guests look over at you three, but most shove it off and go back to whatever they were doing.

The diplomat just sort of stares, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. She doesn’t know what to make of this, so she goes quiet. Lucio then carefully places you down, and glares at her.

“ .. sooo, your name?” He says almost bitterly. She stutters out a response, but it’s unintelligible and really quiet. After a few more minutes of awkward silence, the diplomat walks off defeatedly. Lucio grins, he thinks to himself, that’s a job well done.

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hydrasra · 1 year

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The wind knows

SYNOPSIS: trust and rely on teyvat. it'll always help you out.

DISCLAIMER: NOT FROM THIS WORLD's fourth and before last part before it goes on a hiatus and I get to experience fontaine so I know what to write for that region to further continue my story. ooc moments. probably swearing here and there, I forgot yet again. I'm serious about the fact that if I see someone's rewriting/stealing my story, I'll stop posting. just asra going crazy in this part. this part is probably shorter than the previous ones ngl.

TAGGING: [4/30] @bloop-booop @sunsethw4 @neverlandlostchild @code-roevember

v. SAFE FOR NOW

as soon as you were calm, paimon immediately took hold of your hand and gently tugged on it, "come on, you need to breathe some fresh air!"

and you meekly protested, saying how you didn't want people to see your tear stained face but lumine soon joined in and took your arm in hers, smiling from ear to ear, "so what? tears are no signs of weakness!"

nahida followed behind, giggling, "I agree with lumine, tears are no signs of weakness and crying is a normal emotion," she was walking by your side in mere seconds, "though, here," she gave you her handkerchief, "if you still don't want your people to see your tears, it's all right."

already thanking her for it, you would have taken her handkerchief if one of your hand was free and seeing this, lumine let go of your arm, grabbed nahida's handkerchief with a big smile and gently wiped your face, stopping paimon in her tracks.

"there! no need to complain anymore, or else, paimon will get angry," paimon joked and you couldn't help but giggle.

paimon prided herself in the fact that she made you let out a happy sound.

"you... are still alive?"

those words should have put the former geo archon on high alert, however... he simply nodded, bowing his head once more.

"yes, your divine eminence."

and everyone in the room, the servants entrusted by the liyue qixing to their 'creator' sitting on your throne, stared at the bowing man.

their 'creator' crossed their arms, a brow raised while they stared.

the silence was uncomfortable.

what were they waiting for?

after a couple of minutes, they spoke again, "rise, former geo archon," they paused, contemplating their next move, "we have a contract to make."

after the 'creator' has gone public, thanks to ningguang, many went to see them with offerings, gifts and went to them in hopes of finding cures or blessings from their 'creator'.

and, after their visits after requesting blessings and cures, those people... either mysteriously disappeared or nothing happened, making them turn their backs on the one they used to worship.

if they couldn't help out their own people, it only meant that they were fake.

"a trip to mondstadt would do you good," lumine had said.

"and it'll be loads of fun!" paimon added.

so why were you running for your life, following the two ahead of you while ducking and turning right then left on your trip to mondstadt?

what they forgotten was that: outside of sumeru's vast desert and forest, you were seen as an impostor in liyue, maybe in the other nations as well, you were not certain.

and to get to mondstadt, you had to go through liyue either way.

despite lumine choosing the safest, less populated route, after you voices out your concerns, you ran into some millelith.

"don't let the impostor escape!" one of the men yelled, a few feet behind you, prompting you to turn and look at them.

another mistake on your part.

nahida was against you going to mondstadt, for your own good and you'd agree with her. but you couldn't stay in one region only. this was the game that had you look up to something in life after all.

you agreeing to the traveler and her companion then convincing nahida to let you go and that lumine, who puffed out her chest in pride, promised to protect you, nahida couldn't do much... was the first mistake.

wanderer has suggested to go along with you but he could not, for he had duties awaiting for him and those duties could not wait.

you stepping in liyue was the second mistake.

their shouts were bound to attract the attention of nearby... authorities? threats? you no longer knew.

but seeing at how they were chasing you as soon as you walked by them, stating that 'their grace' was in liyue right now and tending to the people of liyue's matters, they immediately assumed that you were an impostor.

and a part of you agreed with them.

though, you knew that this was your face, the one you were born with, it was not your fault.

"halt, in the name of the liyue qixing!"

"eat shit!" the words were out of your mouth before you could even think about it and, somehow, that made lumine and you laugh, paimon nowhere in sigh yet you could hear her muffled laughter.

the path in fron of you seemed void of obstacles, yet, when you looked back again, the millelith were further than they previously were and you noticed that there suddenly were obstacles.

looking forward again, you noticed that you were nearer to the traveler, who, upon noticing your presence, grabbed your hand and made a sudden turn to the left.

strange.

that's when you noticed the waypoint.

and once she was near enough, she laid her hand on the teleportation device and mumbled, "the city of freedom!" in a hushed whisper.

then everything went white.

not before one threw their polearm at you, which cut your forearm and made it bleed, leaving behind a few drops of gold.

however, at the time, no one noticed.

for the first time in a long time, beidou had docked the crux in liyue harbour, having been summoned by ningguang whom, speaking of which, had been waiting for her friend's arrival.

"hey, ning!" beidou said, putting an arm around the tianquan's shoulder as kazuha jumped off the crux and onto the wharf before walking to the two women.

"captain beidou, I surmise that you have already gotten the letter I sent out to you while you were at sea," ningguang said, making no move to remove beidou's arm, having grown accustomed to it by now.

"what letter are ya talkin' about ey? there's lots," the captain of the crux said, laying her head against the tianquan's shoulder, and moving her arm to now rest on ningguang's waist, once kazuha was close.

"about the creator-"

the inazuman bowed in greetings once he stood in front of the tianquan who nodded at him in acknowledgement.

"ah, yes, yes! I remember."

"they've requested to see you."

somehow, at the same time, both of their blood ran cold, making the two exchange glances. which the tianquan noticed. she frowned and asked, "is something the matter?"

beidou pulled away and plastered on a fake, albeit convincing smile, "what are ya talkin' 'bout? nothing's the matter! we'll meet 'em shortly."

the always elegant woman nodded, gave them instructions on how to reach the 'creator's palace in the sky, almost the same way one was to reach the jade chamber before she left.

and once ningguang was out of earshot, beidou turned to kazuha who was staring up at the sky, the wind blowing gently around them.

"so? what's the wind sayin'?"

kazuha stayed quiet, eyes closing as he listened to the things the wind had to tell him.

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he opened his eyes once more and looked at beidou, nodding,

"the true creator is in mondstadt and the one currently sitting on their throne is a fake."

the beidou main in me is so happy rn.

#sagau #impostor au #sagau impostor au #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin sagau #genshin impostor au #kazuha x reader #beidou x reader #lumine x reader #wanderer x reader

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elsyrel · 1 year

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Arcana headcanons: main 6 and which heavenly virtue are they

I saw that the devs said which of the seven deadly sins would the main 6 be (Nadia is Pride, Asra is Lust, Portia is Envy, Lucio is Gluttony, Julian is Wrath, and Muriel is Sloth if I remember correctly and MC is Greed cause they want all the LIs lmao)... but what about the seven heavenly virtues?? These are my headcanons!:

Asra - Patience The opposite of Wrath. He tries his best to be understanding and forgiving, he responds with a calm behaviour to other people’s bad reactions, and rarely we see him angry (and even in those circumstances, he never “explodes”, it’s a calm anger).

Nadia - Diligence The opposite of Sloth. She tries her best to prove herself, working hard with a very solid work ethic (tries her best in ruling Vesuvia, implanting a more fair justice system...). Careful and persistent, never gives up.

Julian - Kindness The opposite of Envy. He is very considerate, always concerned about others wellbeing and necessities, even sacrificing himself in the process. (He could be generosity too, though... although he wants all the drama for himself, so maybe he is actually greedy, lmao)

Muriel - Temperance The opposite of Gluttony. He is moderate and self-restrained, doesn’t indulge himself in too many pleasures, excesses and luxuries (even when he can, for example in the Masquerade) and doesn’t like frivolity.

Portia - Humility The opposite of Pride. She is humble, doesn’t consider herself better than others, doesn’t think she is more important than anyone else, and treats everyone like equals (I think that she even has a hard time cause she is just a servant and nothing else).

Lucio - Generosity The opposite of Greed. I know, I know, listen. I know he seems greedy, cause he hoards lots of luxuries... but that is actually his gluttony for pleasure. He’s really willing to constantly share anything he has with his loved ones, he is generous with physical affection, and is constantly promising gifts.

#the arcana #The Arcana Game #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #ilya devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #count lucio #headcanons #the arcana headcanons #no one has the chastity virtue #they're all hoes lmfaoooooooooooooooooo

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mermaidchan05 · 2 months

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Vesuvia Weekly: Putting It Together

CHOO CHOO ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN

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

Approx. 2600 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?” he asked gently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Messy stove, Faust reported.

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

Silly Asra, said Faust.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meleia eagerly nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meleia beamed at him. “Yes. Ready.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My favorite?” Asra clarified.

Meleia nodded.

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

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

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

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

“Asra?”

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

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

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

Everything was gone…

“Asra…”

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

She wasn’t supposed to see him like this.

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

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

Safe, she promised. Friend here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meleia looked even more heartbroken than before.

“What’s wrong?” Asra asked.

“It’s… broken,” she said. “Still.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Broken,” she said again. “Like me.”

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

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

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

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

“Asra?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you,” she said.

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

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

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

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

Meleia always had a way of making things seem brighter.

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

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

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

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

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loveydovey-leviathan · 2 years

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> reposted from my personal blog: @i-wish-i-was-consistent

asra x gn! reader

You can't help but be slightly jealous of Asra.

He was beautiful. His hair the colour of starlight and violet eyes that hold so many secrets— and he looked even more so as he lay beside you with his arm around your waist, looking at you as though you were the one who spun his world around.

You were staring, unshamefully so.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking upwards as they always did.

"I could ask you the same thing,"

He chuckles, making his dimples show (you have to suppress the urge to poke them). "I do actually. A lot more than I think you realize."

A large statement considering how much he compliments you. But you know that if you said so, he would insist that "there weren't enough hours in a day to tell you how much he loves you".

Silence ensues after a short while. It always did when it was just you and him, but you didn't mind. It was comfortable, domestic, calming— a break from everything that made life go by so quickly.

Then suddenly...

"Can I have your hand?" Not a particularly strange request coming from him, so you don't think anything of it as he gently takes your hand onto his, turning it so your palm is facing upwards.

You feel the tip of his finger gently dragging across your palm, following the lines etched onto it. You glance at him and see his eyebrows furrowed and a frown painting his lips— an expression of mock concentration.

"It's saying we'll have many nights like this, cuddling before we fall asleep in each other's arms."

You know at once he's making this up. Your lover has many talents, especially in the magical field, but palm-reading is not one of them (but you're sure he could if he studied).

But you decide to play along.

"What else do my palms say?"

You see him smile, the concentrated look on his face replaced with the usual mischievous glint in his eyes and a teasing grin. He knows what you're doing.

"It says we're going to love each other until our souls part," he mutters quietly. He lifts your hand and kisses them, before going back to his original position and placing his hand on your hip— rubbing comforting circles as he waits for you to answer.

"How many years is that?"

He leans in and pecks the corner of your mouth before he replies, his eyes go soft as he continues to stare at you— like you were the one who hung the moon and stars in the night sky.

"Many."

You finally drop your little act. "Is that true?"

Again, he takes his time before answering— choosing to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another on your cheek. He continues to pepper your face with kisses before you finally feel his plush lips against yours.

Asra has always smelled like herbs, flowers and something else that can only be described as magical— and it's engulfing you like it would a thick blanket.

He squeezes your hip affectionately as he presses his lips onto yours harder. The kiss is desperate and wanting— yet always, always gentle. He kisses you like you'll disappear into his dreams if he so much as blinks.

All too soon, he pulls away. He's still beautiful, maybe even more so with slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks— his chest heaves with deep breaths from lack of air and you can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing you're the one who made him look like this.

He cradles your face with gentle hands before finally answering.

"If you want it to be."

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mee-op · 2 years

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asra x reader

You can't help but be slightly jealous of Asra.

You were staring, unshamefully so.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking upwards as they always did.

"I could ask you the same thing,"

He chuckles, making his dimples show (you have to suppress the urge to poke them). "I do actually. A lot more than I think you realize."

A large statement considering how much he compliments you. But you know that if you said so, he would insist that "there weren't enough hours in a day to tell you how much he loves you".

Silence ensues after a short while. It always did when it was just you and him, but you didn't mind. It was comfortable, domestic, calming— a break from everything that made life go by so quickly.

Then suddenly...

"Can I have your hand?" Not a particularly strange request coming from him, so you don't think anything of it as he gently takes your hand onto his, turning it so your palm is facing upwards.

"It's saying we'll have many nights like this, cuddling before we fall asleep in each other's arms."

You know at once he's making this up. Your lover has many talents, especially in the magical field, but palm-reading is not one of them (but you're sure he could if he studied).

But you decide to play along.

"What else do my palms say?"

You see him smile, the concentrated look on his face replaced with the usual mischievous glint in his eyes and a teasing grin. He knows what you're doing.

"How many years is that?"

He leans in and pecks the corner of your mouth before he replies, his eyes go soft as he continues to stare at you— like you were the one who hung the moon and stars in the night sky.

"Many."

You finally drop your little act. "Is that true?"

Asra has always smelled like herbs, flowers and something else that can only be described as magical— and it's engulfing you like it would a thick blanket.

He cradles your face with gentle hands before finally answering.

"If you want it to be."

I have no idea where I was going with this.

#my writing #the arcana #asra x reader #asra x apprentice #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #asra the magician #the arcana fanfic #the arcana x reader #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana imagines #the arcana drabbles #the arcana fluff #asra fluff #asra drabbles #asra imagines #asra the arcana fluff

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ihopesocomic · 1 year

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while on the topic of MP, i always found Cansu's solution to Asra's curse to be a bit victim-blamey? I mean, Asra rightfully curses Lite and says she will be his demise in every reincarnation for his horrible actions. then when Cansu is telling Nothing about the reincarnation cycle and says specifically that if Nothing continues to kill Lite (who is the creator of Pride Law) that she will only be... continuing pride law by killing it's creator? what kind of logic is that? even if we assume Feather is Lite's reincarnation, that's still a story arc that's basically saying "if you kill your oppressors, you're only continuing the cycle of violence"

Thats exactly my thoughts on it. Cuz who are the top contenders for Lite's reincarnation? Proudmane (an abuser), Fire (an abuser), or Feather, who Nothing has no intentions on killing anyway unless he underwent a villain arc, which isn't out of the realm of possibility lol It makes no sense any way you cut it, cuz killing one person isn't gonna change generations of indoctrination. So I'm not a fan of the messaging here. - Cat

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Do you have an OC? Would love to hear about them if you do so take this as a moment to completely brag about them 🤭

Yup, I have an OC! Although, they're pretty much just me, only a better version. I haven't talked much about them anywhere due to being afraid of people judging me since this includes a topic that a few people might not like.

I normally don't like OCs. I have almost zero interest in them, but I guess this bitch counts kinda as an OC, so here we are. Still, I have no idea what I'm doing here, and forgive me if this isn't what you want me to talk about. I've made an OC before for Nadia, but she's on my old blog, and I never wrote anything with her related to The Arcana, so yeah. But this one is a different case.

Anyway, some of you may or may not know that I intend to reality shift to The Arcana (and I'm very close, I've actually seen parts of the shop and had a few lucid dreams about Nadia. Once, she complained to Namar about me staying up late.) So I just created a little alternative universe for myself where I will live as my OC.

Their name is Eszter, and so is mine. Yup, that's my real name. Beautiful and fancy, I know. For privacy reasons, I will not share my surname because I'd die of shame if someone who has met me IRL found out about this blog.

Just like me, Eszter is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns. Their age depends on the story, and it usually varies from late teens to thirties.

Esz has four siblings (I have one myself, a younger brother, and he is for sale, but no one wants him): two brothers and two sisters who are all younger, so Nadia can finally become the older sibling that she never had. Eszter often takes care of their siblings and looks after them whenever their parents are absent, which means most of the time.

Their hobbies include making perfume and jewelry, singing, and cooking.

Eszter bought the magic shop from their aunt, who is still very much alive, but she was fed up with Lucio, so she moved back to their home country. The aunt adopted Asra and Muriel, so they've been close friends with Esz since childhood. However, the Coliseum stuff happened to Muriel, so he no longer lives in the magic shop. Eszter doesn't remember him, but Asra still lives with them, and they have the coolest slumber parties.

Since this entire blog is dedicated to our goddess Nadia, I'm going to tell you how she and Eszter met. Well, in three different realities, so this means three stories.

This is exactly the way everything is in The Arcana. No big changes, it's all the same way as Nadia's route. Eszter died because of the plague, Asra brought them back, Lucio "died," Nadia took a big nap, woke up, went to the magic shop, and you hopefully know the rest.

My favorite one so far and the reality where I want to shift first. This one has most of the major elements of The Arcana. It's a lighter version without any death and battling the Devil. Eszter had some brains and left Vesuvia before they could have fallen ill to the plague, so Asra never had to bring them back, and they just returned to Vesuvia after the plague was over. Nadia still took a big nap, and Lucio made his deals, so Vesuvia is in some deep shit. Esz has a horrible opinion of Nadia due to a few past events. She and Eszter were supposed to meet, but Nadia left for Vesuvia and married Lucio. Eszter met Lucio later and came to the conclusion that he's a piece of shit, so Nadia must be, too, since people usually marry like-minded individuals. Still, Esz knew that Nadia was a Satrinava, and every Satrinava that Eszter had ever met was a nice person, so they couldn't believe that Nadia was an exception. They snuck a letter under her bedroom door, telling Nadia to come and meet them at the docs and they'll take her back home to Prakra, but she never showed up. She wanted to, but her pride kept her in Vesuvia. And now to when the game is supposed to begin. When Nadia arrives at their shop, Eszter doesn't want to help her with the investigation at first. Eszter agrees but emphasizes that they will do it for the people of Vesuvia and not for Nadia. In the next few days, they spend some time together, and Esz realizes that Nadia is actually a wonderful person, which leads to an apology and a romance story.

This one might be the sweetest and the simplest. The young and dashing Eszter arrives in Prakra, where they meet the youngest of the Prakran princesses. These two sweethearts fall in love, and that's pretty much the purpose of the whole thing. It's kind of a first-love situation. They're both young, but they're not minors. They're never minors.

In stories number 2 and 3, Esz is royalty for one completely valid reason: I want to make Nadia a queen. And if anyone has a problem with that, I'll fight them myself. I'm short and full of anger, so be careful. In story 2, Nadia believes that Esz is just a humble magician, so that's a big secret that they keep from her. It does not lead to good things.

Just like me, Eszter is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns. Their age depends on the story, and it usually varies from late teens to thirties.

Their hobbies include making perfume and jewelry, singing, and cooking.

Anyway, if you want to know more about Esz, I'm more than happy to brag a little more about them. And if you'd like me to write maybe a story or two, whether it includes more about their background or their love story with Nadia, I'd gladly do so.

#nadia satrinava #nadia arcana #the arcana nadia #nadia the arcana #countess nadia #arcana nadia #nadia i love you #arcana oc

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