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thefishermansharbor · 1 year

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What does the arcana do when they’re caught making out with you?

The arcana x GN!Reader

Synopsis: This won my most recent poll, so how do the main 6 in the arcana react to someone walking in on them kissing their partner?

Asra Alnazar:

He kisses you more passionately as to prove how much he loves you in front of people. He doesn’t even notice the other person for a solid minute.

If you’re conscious or embarrassed about it, he’ll happily stop. He might stop physically - but while he’s waiting for you guys to find a more private spot, he’s fantasizing about you.

He’s completely guiltless about it as well. Doesn’t feel a tad of embarrassment or shame. Although he does blush a bit, but that’s because of his attraction to you. Not because of the situation.

The thing he might do however is politely excuse you both from the person who walked in on you.

“O great magicians, the countess has requested an audience with you!” The chamberlain shouted, from outside your room. Displeased at your lack of response, the chamberlain shouts once more. “O great magicians, COME AT ONCE!” They sighed, shaking their head before shoving the door open.

“ … Magicians?”

You’re sat on Asra’s lap, facing him. The two of you are kissing passionately and there are several lipstick stains of your shade of lipstick going down his neck and around his face. He seems to be happy as ever, not even noticing the shouting from the chamberlain.

“ .. MAGICIANS!”

Asra rolls his eyes and looks over, breaking away from the kiss. Staring at the chamberlain, he says casually, “ .. oh, it’s you. Hello.” You slowly get off of Asra and wave awkwardly. He smiles, “ tell Nadi we’ll be there in five minutes.” Before the chamberlain can respond, Asra pulls you in again. Not caring at all for the poor chamberlain who’s stood in the doorway stunned and weirded out.

Nadia Satrinava:

Depending on who it is, she’s either only a little embarrassed or super embarrassed. There is no in-between.

If it’s a palace servant, she’ll simply blush a bit but quickly recollect herself and help with whatever task is in need of her attention.

If it’s a friend or family member, she stutters awkwardly and is more or less unable to reply normally. She just stands there in silence but in her head she’s screaming.

She’s not ashamed of you at all - she just wants to keep her private time private when it comes to servants, and with her family - she doesn’t tell them much and most likely didn’t tell them about your relationship yet if she wasn’t 100% sure you were the one.

Nasmira is watering the garden, one of her favorite parts of the vesuvian castle. She adores the little grass labyrinth behind the palace, and always tends to it when visiting her dear sister. She snipped off stray branches and leaves, and then crossed the corner to move ahead.

She paused as she you and Nadia together, kissing. You have your hands running through Nadia’s long hair, and she’s rubbing circles onto your back while you both are immersed in each other.

“DiDi?” Nasmira says, surprised to see you and Nadia.. Like that.

Nadia turns, and shrieks before covering her mouth. “Oh my! Mira, I– I–..” She immediately lets go off you and steps a foot or so away from you. “Why, I wasn’t expecting your company today..” She says, her face covered in a pinkish blush.

“ .. Now I know why you talked so fondly of your magician friend.” Nasmira teases, smiling warmly at the both of you.

Julian Devorak:

He blushes slightly, but doesn’t really care. He’s happy when he’s around you, and not much could possibly sour his mood whenever you’re around.

Is very polite about it. He’ll stop kissing you and focus his energy on the other person, but will still want to be showing you appreciation by having an arm wrapped around your waist, or holding your hand.

He doesn’t feel the need to keep going as soon as the person leaves, but he will if that’s what you want. He’ll do whatever you want <3

Julian peppered your face in kisses, sat in the living room of Mazelinka’s house. He moved over to your lips, kissing you passionately and planting his hands on your torso and waist. He felt as if he were on cloud 9, so infatuated with you and all of your quirks and kinks.

A figure came back through from the kitchen, carrying a large bowl of soup and staring impatiently back at the two of you.

“ oh ho ho, Am I interrupting something?” Mazelinka said with a smirk. Shaking her head at the display of love you two were undergoing in her living room.

Julian moves his head back, stopping the kiss. His hands still lingered on your body, but he turned over to look at the older woman. “No, not at all. We were..” He cleared his throat. “ .. just being in each others’ presence.”

“ Oh no, continue. I could use more grandchildren, it’s been a while since I’ve had some children to look after. But just not here – I’m trying to eat.” She sipped at her soup, staring at the two of you and then at the door. “ GO! I’ll only be alive for so many more years, you two could stand to speed up the process a bit..”

He just laughed and smiled, interlocking his fingers with yours.

Muriel the outsider:

Is the most embarrassed out of everyone else on the list. He’s blushing furiously and goes extremely quiet and timid.

He’s already nervous in front of people - he definitely doesn’t need this extra attention! Poor guy covers his mouth with his hands, as if to conceal the fact that you’ve just been kissing.

He lets you smooth it over - he couldn’t handle talking to anyone else but you after that embarrassing incident! He’s completely and utterly horrified to say the least.

Just sort of stares at the person. To any normal person, it’d look like he was glaring to high hell but to him he’s just afraid of having to deal with it.

After a long day, Muriel couldn’t have thought of anything better than to go home with you and have a ‘loving’ session. You two were on top of the rug in front of the fire at his hut, he was kissing your neck and shoulder. He felt so loved and appreciated.

The keylock jingled, and Asra walked through.

“Muriellll~!” He said in a sing-song voice. “I can’t find [Name], have you seen the–... oh.”

Muriel stares at him blankly. A mix of shock and shame washing over him at once. You smile, and stand up to go hug and greet Asra. He covers his face with his left hand, his eyes never leave the floor as he can feel himself go beetroot red. He can’t help it, he’s just so confused on why he didn’t hear Asra come in and why he didn’t spare himself this situation.

Lucio Morgasson:

Isn’t embarrassed at all. If anything, he’s angry. He thinks the person has a lot of nerve bothering him while he’s trying to enjoy his private time with his lover, how foolish of them.

He probably either insults them or shouts at them, to which you have to tell him not to and that it’s totally fine.

If the other person is grossed out, you’re probably the one smoothing the situation over entirely.

His logic is ‘ I’m count and I say the shit I want.’ So he feels no remorse for shotuing at the other person either.

Lucio’s eyes traced the outline of your body with a feverish grin. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing you by the arms and going in for a deep and long kiss. Neither one of you breaks until you’re both almost out of breath, in which you give it a minute before going back to it.

A servant whips past the two of you, accidentally splitting you apart. The poor servant doesn’t even notice as they hurry past you and start scrubbing a spill from earlier. Lucio looks down at them in silent outrage.

“ Do you know who I am? It is I, your very count! How dare you interrupt my private time!” He yells, the servant looks up nervously.

“ oh, my lord! I’m so sorry my lord, please I didn’t mean it!” they beg.

Lucio spits at them, “ – leave my sight, please.” He shakes his head as they scamper off in fear. “ Get lost! You’re fortunate I don’t fire you!” All you can do is give them an empathetic look before tangling yourself once more with your lover.

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Hello! So sorry I've been gone, my account got hacked and I had to make a new one entirely. How annoying is that? Very annoying! Don't worry though, I'll be reposting my old content as well as coming back with all of my new work.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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The Arcana characters and their kinks (need this cause this fandom is so dead😭)

Yeah the fandom may be dead but I'm still here so... is it really dead?

Pairing: Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, Muriel, Lucio x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, restraints, edging, morning sex, public sex, bath sex, fingering, taking orders, orgasm denial, cum marking

A/N: I am here! Not exactly All-Might but for you I can be the bootleg version.

Asra is into fucking you awake. He can have you in your dreams, he can feel you in your dreams, he can make anything happen. But nothing gets him hornier then seeing your pussy react to him, every little lick and kiss and thrust that he does while you're still trying to blink sleep off your eyes.

Nadia will not let you go until you're struggling against her grip to get away. She has you on the edge of the bath, her head between your legs, lapping at your clit, making your slick mix with the sweet smelling bath water. Until she has you passing out from her tongue she won't quit, no matter how many times you tell her you're getting sensitive. Good. That was her plan all along.

Julian has lots of ropes for a reason. You can use them on him or he can use him on you, either way it gets you wet and his cock hard as a rock. When you have him tied up he loves it when you rub the outside of your pussy along the length of his cock, rubbing the cum over yourself and down to his balls. Don't let him cum until he's inside of you, no matter how hard he pulls on the ropes.

Portia wants to have her fingers deep inside of you every moment you're together. Being able to curl them and make you moan even ever she feels like it sends her into such a horny frenzy. She juxtaposes this with extremely soft kisses which confuse your senses, do you relax into the kisses or do you ride her finger until you come?

Muriel is very happy when you mark him with your cum. All over his abs and lower back and thighs and his face. As for when he marks you its usually on your face or your ass if he manages to pull out of your pussy on time. If he doesn't then he wants to get hard again as soon as possible in order to mark you.

Lucio will fuck you anytime he chooses to, even in public. You're his, you should be happy and honored that he chose you of all people to fuck. That pretty collar on your neck has meaning you know? It was a gift from him so lift your neck and display it with pride while he has your legs spread and your pussy throbbing.

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #asra x reader #nadia x reader #julian x reader #portia x reader #muriel x reader #lucio x reader #the arcana smut #the arcana imagines #the arcana headcanons

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ultimafranfan · 1 year

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has this been done before

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana nadia #the arcana nadia satrinava #countess nadia #nadia satrinava #nadia satrinava x mc #the arcana headcanons #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #julian devorak #the arcana portia #portia devorak #the arcana muriel #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana lucio #the arcana memes #please tell me this hasnt been done before

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helshollowhalls · 5 months

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Portia: Stop! Put me down!! PLEASE!!!

MC, trying to put her on the Christmas tree: THE. STAR. GOES. ON. TOP.

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bastart13 · 2 years

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I got around to finishing Najm's sprite :D Now I might be able to continue messing around with that Nadia/Lucio children AU

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana oc #nadia satrinava #count lucio #nadia x lucio #fanchil #fanchildren #sprites #art

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kashwitdabias · 2 years

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Asra like give me back my love😭😭

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theshipden · 6 months

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How would the main 6 react to finding out Mc has ptsd?

Cracks knuckles oh baby as someone with C-PTSD this is my JAM

Julien;

He listens to your explanation, never breaking eye contact. He understands, he’s a doctor, he talks you through it

When you’re having an attack, he’s quick to ground you and help you seek a good therapist

Protective asf, he will not let you do anything alone since it makes you nervous.

Learns every one of your triggers so he can prevent them, whether that’s stopping himself from doing it or someone else

Holds you and cries about what you’ve been through, promises to never let it happen again

Portia;

Post-traumatic- down-syndrome? (Tiktok reference)

Nah but she isn’t certain what that is or what it means, but she DOES read about it and teaches herself what it all entails

Asks julien for further knowledge and how to help

Asks if you need space, to talk, advice, or just her company

In the middle of your attacks, she rubs you. Whether it’s your hand, your back, carding her fingers through your hair, she’s anchoring you back to the ground again

Asks what you need from her when you’re anxious

“Reassurance? Quality time? A listening ear—a shoulder? I have two of those!”

Muriel;

He understands you more then anyone. And funny enough, your anxiety seems to go hand in hand with his own

You’re damn right people are scary!! And loud noises are overwhelming!! And you’re angry and scared and just want to feel safe!! Him too!!

He isn’t the best at staying grounded, honestly he’s still learning healthy coping mechanisms

But when he sees you struggling, he finds himself in the clearest state of mind. He listens, he’s nurturing, and very intuitive.

Smiles so soft and so warm when you calm down from an episode, never pushes you to talk

Sometimes, you panic together about the same thing. Something about seeing someone you love feel the same way as you do….feels like home. You’re not dramatic, you’re more in control then you originally thought, and you’re cared for. Just as you care for him, he cares for you

Nadia;

She’s very good at rationalizing your racing thoughts, using logic to soothe your panic when it seems to be becoming too much

Uses her hands to massage the tension out of your muscles and help you process and work through the feelings you’re having

Aromatherapy, 100%

Reserved a spa day for you, just you and her, no one else. She knows the company of the servants would make you mask

Probably offers to buy you an exotic animal just so you have someone at your side if she’s away when you spiral

Lucio;

This man probably tells you to calm down, not realizing that’s making it worse.

Blubbers an apology immediately after, stuttering wildly as he waves his arms frantically

“No! Don’t cry—-! Hey, darling, it’s alright! What’s happened? My love, can you look at me? Show me those gorgeous eyes, there you go, wonderful. Now, what’s gotten you so upset?”

Thinks someone’s responsible, fully plans on lynching them as soon as he’s figured out the culprit

If your trigger is an inanimate object, he WILL destroy it. And yell at the servants not to trigger you

Drapes his cape over you so you feel sheltered and calm, so you can hide if you don’t want to be seen but don’t want to be alone

Definitely glares at anyone who attempts to call you emotional or puts you down for a natural reaction to trauma

Showers you in compliments, covers the mirrors in little affirmations with lipstick

Asra;

He knew. He’s always known. Even before you did.

He’s very patient, extremely passive and cautious

He educates others on your behalf so you’re never in an unwanted situation or triggered on accident

Reminds you to take medicine, eat, drink water, etc

Asks the arcana to guide you and offer you wisdom and clarity

Constantly ensures you’re never in a night terror/flashback

Can immediately tell when your anxiety spikes, doesn’t even ask before he brings you into the shop in a controlled and familiar environment and asks to talk

Admires you and your courage, he tells you everyday how strong you are and how proud of you he is

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bakuliwrites · 2 years

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Hurt

Fandom: The Arcana

Characters: Lucio Morgasson, Nadia Satrinava

TW: Angst, Blood, Self-harm, Mentions of Death, Red Plague, Depression

A/N: I felt inspired by the song "Hurt" (I like the Johnny Cash version a lot, the original is by Trent Reznor from Nine Inch Nails, both are excellent versions).

I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.

Lucio’s hand weeps red, shattered crystal embedded in his fresh wound. Even in his frailty, he has retained some amount of strength. Though maybe it’s just enough to shatter a wine glass in a temper-tantrum. Blood trickles down his wrist, drips to the silken sheets beneath, invisible droplets on his bed’s crimson hue. The stains are hardly noticeable on a mattress marred already with the consequences of his vanity. Those damned beetles had made such lovely dye. It makes sense they’d be the things to betray him.

Lucio picks at the shards of glass still stuck in his skin. The pain, if he’s even feeling any, dulls in comparison to the anguish he feels when he looks in the mirror. He’s had them all removed from his room, so he doesn’t have to stare at the haggard, pathetic creature that gazes back at him. He doesn’t recognize that feeble figure, hunched and stiff, baggy clothes hanging off their thin frame. All vivacity leached from the stranger that leers back at him.

I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real.

Lucio squeezes his hand shut, watching as the blood seeps through his fingers. He relishes that tiny amount of pain. The feeling of living. Of hurting. It’s better than feeling like he’s dying, withering, wasting away. His lungs are heavy with liquid and his limbs floppy with fatigue. How is it that the great Count Lucio has been reduced to a sad, skeletal mess? Disease-ridden and decrepit?

“Your highness, should I call for Doctor Devorak?” an attendant questions as they poke their head into his bedroom. Lucio grabs the other wine glass on his bedside table and chucks it towards them. They narrowly dodge it, the glass bursting as it hits the door. Lucio is left in silence once again. Wicked, angry thoughts pummel his skull, threaten to burst through and set the room ablaze. He doesn’t want to die, but maybe it would be better than the sorry existence he’s been cursed with.

I wear this crown of thorns, Upon my liar’s chair.

He leans back. Once, the great Lucio had sat upon thrones of gold. His adoring subjects had showered him with praise and adoration. Now, he’s forced to prop himself up on sweat-stained pillows. Once, he clothed himself in furs and jewels. Now, he wears a thin, cotton nightgown that’s much too large for his withered frame. Once, Lucio had been loved. Now, he is forgotten.

He wonders if there’s anything he could have done differently in his life. Surely, this is all the doing of someone else? It’s someone else that infected him with this stupid illness. It’s his mother’s fault that he had to go to such extremes to gain the power he so rightfully deserves. If only she’d just given him his title on his eighteenth birthday, like she was supposed to. If only she’d just died, like she was supposed to. Papa did it well enough. Why couldn’t she?

Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair.

Lucio is alone. He is hated and for what reason? Isn’t he a generous Count? A beloved, illustrious Count? He can see when Nadia, Asra, and Julian roll their eyes at him. He can hear their exasperated sighs and mocking snickers. They delight in his affliction. There’s a sparkle in their eyes, as they wait for him to shrivel up and disappear. Doesn’t anyone love him?

A soft knock on the door. Lucio ignores it, incensed and bereft. He casts a withering gaze at Nadia as she enters gracefully, her brows furrowed and forehead crinkled with concern.

“An attendant told me you were bleeding. I can send for Doctor Devorak,” she offers, her tone soft and warm. It fills Lucio unwillingly with relief. A flood of affection. Maybe someone does care about him after all.

“Don’t bother,” he croaks, hardly recognizing his scratchy, quiet voice. Is it even his voice? Or some tragic old man’s?

Nadia glides over to him, lips set in a frown as she sits at Lucio’s bedside and inspects his injury. She pulls bandages from a drawer that was once filled with a secret stash of alcohol and other delightful treats. Now it’s filled with first aid items, because it’s all too often that Nadia or Julian have to come to his rescue now, a thought that fills Lucio with fury and hate.

What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away, In the end.

“At least let me wrap it, so you’re not getting blood all over your sheets,” Nadia insists, gently taking Lucio’s hand and bandaging it up. He watches keenly as she slowly wraps the strips of cloth around his hand, securing them tight. His hand in hers looks so thin, so frail. If she wanted, she could probably crush his bones to powder. But she doesn’t. Her touch is gentle. She is always gentle and warm and loving. Even when Lucio is horrible. When he’s monstrous and bratty and ill-tempered. Nadia has remained, ever loyal, ever caring.

“Thanks,” Lucio whispers. Nadia merely smiles softly, though he can see the surprise glittering in her eyes. He knows it’s not often that he appreciates her, not anymore. In their youth, when they first married, he showered her with affection, with gifts, with love. But as the years have gone on, infatuation gave way to irritation. And, as many impulsive marriages do, things broke down. Now, they sleep in separate wings. Entertain separate people. The ghost of a marriage haunts these palace halls. But even still, Nadia has always been his greatest friend. His most trusted friend. Even if she seems to hate him, she remains at Lucio’s side. While everyone else abandons him.

And you could have it all, My empire of dirt.

“How are my citizens?” Lucio tries, his voice raspy and dry. Nadia’s crimson gaze is stinging.

“Abysmal, my husband,” she returns gravely, “Our case numbers are increasing by the hour. The quarantine center is at maximum capacity. There are riots now, calling for a cure, begging us to do something. Dissent is imminent if we do not act fast.”

It’s only now that Lucio notices how weary his wife looks. There are dark circles under her eyes and her face is gaunt. Has she been eating? Sleeping? Her shoulders slump as they never have before. Her motions are sluggish, not elegantly languid as they typically are. This city is running her ragged. Stupid, ungrateful citizens.

Or maybe it’s your fault, something whispers in his mind. It sends shivers up his spine. A seed of truth, planted in his brain. Has he exhausted her? Has he ruined her? A once proud, vivacious woman brought to devastation.

Parasite, echoes through his thoughts, Leached of your health. But look at what you’ve leached from her. Look at the ruin you’re leaving behind for her. A kingdom of detritus. Of despair and dust. An empire of dirt.

He imagines Nadia, left to puzzle together a city torn apart by chaos when he dies.

If I die, Lucio reminds himself, I’m Lucio Morgasson, mighty and powerful. I’ll pull through. Won’t I?

Guilt eats at his heart. Isn’t he the reason for all this? A returning thought. It keeps coming back. He keeps ruminating over it. He sees it written on Nadia’s face. Can she sense how sorry he is? He doesn’t want to say it. He shouldn’t have to say it. She should just intuitively know. She should know how sorry he feels, for her and for himself.

He reaches his golden hand up. His arm feels heavy on his shoulder. It’s never felt heavy before, but now it feels like a great weight. It takes all his effort to lift it. Gently he brushes aside a strand of her deep purple hair and tucks it behind her ear. She seems taken aback, but after a moment, leans into his caress and closes her eyes.

“Where have the days gone when we sat on the veranda together, in one another’s arms, looking out at the sunset until it gave way to the stars?” Nadia wonders wistfully.

“We could still do that,” Lucio puts forth, his voice sounding small to his own ears. She smiles ruefully, and he knows why they can’t. Why they can never do that again.

I will let you down, I will make you hurt.

A coughing fit seizes him. Nadia leans away, but keeps her hands steady on his. He sounds disgusting, phlegmy and ailing. He can see the hesitance on Nadia’s face, sense the caution in her tense body. She leans away because he’s revolting, isn’t he? Weak and ineffectual. Not the man she married. Not the powerhouse, the stallion, the Adonis, the Count. He’s a tragic mess, barely held together by the thin skin that stretches over his protruding bones.

“If you’re going to just sit there and gawk at me, then you can get out,” he snarls at her. He’s mortified. No one should see Lucio Morgasson like this: despairing and fragile. Not even Nadia. She merely frowns at his commentary, but remains. It infuriates him. She should leave. He doesn’t want to be seen like this. He shouldn’t be seen like this.

“I’ll sit here, if you’d like,” she puts forth, seating herself in the permanent chair by his bedside. It appeared when he fell ill. It’ll stay there until he’s better. Or until he’s gone.

“I don’t want your company or your pity,” Lucio returns, pulling the sheets up and turning away from her. He wants her to hurt. He wants her to feel how hurt he is. When she leans away from him like that. When she thinks of how sad and pathetic he must look.

“Leave,” Lucio hisses, dissolving all tenderness in an instant. Incinerating it. A moment ago, she had loved him. She’d been gentle and tender. And then she leaned away, reminding him of how horrid she thinks he is. Nadia gives a deep sigh. When Lucio turns around again, she’s gone. And he’s alone in his room, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he hadn’t been so hurtful. Because all it’s ever gotten him is a lifetime of pain and loneliness.

#the arcana #lucio morgasson #nadia satrinava #nadia x lucio #angst #dani writes

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