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arcanarubinaito · 4 months
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What are your thoughts on how an extroverted, confident, energetic MC would be with Muriel as an LI? (🪶)
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Thank you for the ask, Feather Anon! I’ve been itching to do some creative writing outside of my story, so I hope you don’t mind that I’m writing this more like a short story/narrative style post.
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Summary:
You command the room when you walk in, and everyone takes notice. He loves that about you; being riddled with constant social anxiety himself, it’s nothing short of a relief for Muriel to see that you don’t have to deal with it yourself. (Besides, it doesn’t hurt that it takes the attention off of him.)
He’s just worried that you’ll feel isolated and alone if you move in with him.
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It’s exactly a month after the defeat of Lucio and The Devil, and everyone had gathered to celebrate together in the Rowdy Raven. He tries to stick to a corner in the back, but he is far too large and conspicuous to avoid the attention for long. Some people stare, others are braver and approach him to exchange a few words and express thanks. Muriel wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle. He appreciates not being looked at like he was still the Scourge, thankful that people weren’t afraid of him anymore. But the only reason he was here was to see you. You had been busy helping with repairs in the city while Muriel helped those still lingering in the camp outside his home, and hadn’t had much time to really talk or interact for the past week.
“You all didn’t start without me now, did you?” Your voice rings out as you stride in, and Muriel slumps back against the wall with relief. He watches some of the crowd clamor to get your attention as Julian passes you a beer stein, giving him room to breathe.
You look a little tired, he notices, but your face is practically glowing. Your eyes meet across the room and you light up even further, drawing a slight smile from Muriel’s otherwise stoic expression. He loves your smile. Immediately you chug your drink and begin pushing through the crowd, exchanging short words with a few other people before you finally reach him. He doesn’t even have the time to say ‘hello’ before you throw your arms around him in a tight hug that he quickly returns.
“God, I missed you so much.” You groan, tilting your head back to look up at him. Muriel lifts his hand, cradling your face gently in his large palm as he dips down to kiss your forehead—silently telling you he missed you just as much. “I didn’t have any time to visit this week and it was killing me, actually.” You stretch up on your toes and loop your arms around his neck, filling him in on all the little things he’d missed. Stuffy nobles complaining that they weren’t getting their homes repaired sooner, and Nadia putting them in their place. Helping Portia and the other kitchen staff with preparing food for all the displaced citizens. Julian and Asra, busy with healing and helping reunite separated families and friends.
He listens to you ramble on with a soft smile, and follows as you take his arm and lead him to the bar. “—but now I think I’ll have a lot of down time, which means I can spend more time with you.” Muriel’s smile widens a little more at that, and he can feel his face warm up when you shoot him a wink. Yeah, he knows what that means all too well. “Hey Lavinia, let’s get a round of black mead for everyone!” You call across the bar, knocking your hand against the wood loudly. “And put it on Jules’ tab!”
“Wait what—?”
A short laugh breaks past Muriel’s lips at Julian’s indignant squawk, and he catches a shit-eating grin plastered over your face as you settle onto one of the stools. Two mugs of the dark liquor slide across the bar towards you both, Muriel putting his hand out to gently stop them before they fall off and passing one to you. “What did he do to deserve that?” He asks, amused. You hide your smirk with your mug.
“Nothing.” You rest your chin in one hand. “I’ll pay it off myself, his reaction is just funny.”
“That’s a little mean.”
“It is a little mean, yeah.” You laugh, eyes glittering with mirth. The firelight reflects like spots of amber in your eyes, and he’s reminded of that first night. Your worried face and gentle hands cast in the soft glow of the fireplace, and the begrudging step he had taken to trust you just a little. The best decision he’s ever made, really. Muriel reaches forward to brush some stray hairs out of your eyes without thinking.
A few ‘awww’s scattered from the crowd made him flinch and quickly withdraw, his face hot with embarrassment. Muriel hides his burning face with a quick swig from the wooden mug in his hand and turns his back to the crowd quickly. He had been so swept up in the moment that he forgot you both weren’t alone, and many pairs of eyes were on you at any given moment.
Your hand touches the side of his face lightly, reassuring and gentle. Grounding him for a little longer and soothing that surge of anxiety and embarrassment. His eyes flicker in your direction again briefly before he roots his stare on the mug in his hands again. “You want to head back early?” You suggest softly. Muriel lowers his mug. He wants to say yes; he’s by far had his fill of socializing today and just wants to wind down somewhere quiet and familiar. But he hesitates. You only just got here, and he knows how much you enjoy these gatherings. You thrive off of social interactions, would it be selfish for him to ask you to leave so soon?
“We don’t have to.” Muriel finally says, begrudgingly, forcing himself to look back up at you. He can stick it out a little while longer for your sake, just as you’ve done for him before. It’s loud and crowded and his anxiety is already going haywire, and god his head is starting to hurt too. But he can suck it up.
“I really don’t mind going home if you need to.” You reply. He watches your eyes drift past him, your hand waving off someone behind him quickly before your gaze returns to meet his. “I know this isn’t exactly where you’re most comfortable.” That was an understatement if Muriel had ever heard one.
Wait. Go back. Did you say ‘home?’
Gently, you pull him away from the bar, guiding him through the swirling crowd towards the back door. He reaches out to push it open for you, his fingertips lingering on the wood for only a moment before you whisk him down the alleyway to a more secluded spot, away from prying eyes. His eyes widen a little, and he lifts his hand to curl it over the one you cup his cheek with. “You said ‘home.’” Muriel breathes out. Your face softens a little, a smile creeping up on your lips.
You’ve hidden yourselves among some crates stacked up between the buildings, a nearby street lamp casting your faces into wild shadows. “Yeah, I did.” You confirm, moving your hand so that your fingers are twined together now. You dip your head down, kissing the tops of his knuckles with a sweet brush of your lips that sends a jolt of electricity through Muriel’s body. “I’d like to move in with you—if you want, I mean.” You add on quickly.
Muriel’s heart hammers in his chest. “What about the shop?” He asks, his voice a little more breathless than he would’ve liked.
“The shop is a little bit crowded these days—” Right, Julian had moved in. Muriel tries (and fails) to resist the urge to make a face at the thought of the doctor living with Asra. “—and I’m not exactly selling anything right now either.” You continue, tilting your head to the side just a little. “And it’s so far from your place.”
“My place is also far from everything else.” He points out quietly. Muriel wants nothing more than for you to move in with him, to make that little hut feel more like a little home. But would it be too far from Vesuvia, and all your friends? Would you be happy, or would you start to feel isolated and alone?
“I know.” You guide him out of his thoughts with a soft voice and a gentle squeeze of his hand. “And I’m okay with that.” He searches your gaze, finding only love and warmth, and that gleam of pure conviction he knows so well. His shoulders relax just a little bit and his thumb rubs along the back of your hand idly while he listens. “It isn’t really all that long of a walk to get to the city. It just feels… It just feels too far from you.” You smile up at him and he practically melts, lips twitching up into a faint smile.
“I want you to be happy.” Muriel confesses softly. He brings his other hand up to envelope yours in his large and calloused palm.
“And I’m happy whenever I’m with you.” You stretch up on your toes, and he leans down just a little to meet you halfway, stealing a soft and sweet kiss—thankfully, without anyone around to see. Muriel sneaks a glance around just to double check before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closer, one steady hand at your waist and the fingers of his other twined gently through your hair. He can feel your hands rest against his chest for a moment before you reach up to hold his face in your ever-gentle hands.
He pulls away just slightly, your warm breath mingling with his against the cool night air. “I love you.” Muriel murmurs, and the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. He moves his hand to brush an errant lock of hair out of your eyes, studying them. Muriel wasn’t one for eye contact, but it was so easy for him to get lost in your eyes. They always reflected the light so beautifully, and tonight was no exception; the light of the street lamp mingled with the moonlight, casting your eyes in a contrast of gold and silver.
“I love you too.” You murmur. Your thumb lightly brushes along his cheek and traces along his scar tenderly, sending a soft shiver down his spine. Muriel shifts, his lips meeting the spot just between your eyebrows before he pulls away, his hands resting on your waist. You tilt your head back a little to look up at him, letting your hands settle back on his shoulders before sliding them down his arms and resting them against his biceps, just above his elbows.
“… yeah. I think I’d like to go home now.” He murmurs, finally answering your question from before. Your smile widens a little and you take hold of his hand as you both finally pull away from where you were hidden and start to walk down the street.
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chaotic-kitty · 1 year
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The Arcana: Muriel NSFW Alphabet
Warnings: Explicit content. Minors DNI
Hey hey. Ummm…..I uploaded this a while ago but the post was glitching and so I took it down. I forgot to put it back up, so here we are. Gonna try this again. Enjoy! 😭💖
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Muriel can be relatively quiet afterwards. He makes sure you’re both cleaned up and taken care of. Also checks in on you to see how you’re feeling. Will happily just lay there cuddling with you, either in silence or talking quietly with you. There are times when he is more talkative and playful afterwards.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Muriel doesn’t like his body. Doesn’t like his hands, his arms, legs, anything. All he can see is the bloodshed his body caused in the past. He sees a body that he thought his parents couldn’t feed. He doesn’t like the scars that cover his body, as they are a recollection of stories he’d rather forget. He doesn’t see how one could necessarily like their body, or a specific part of it. But once you come into his life, he gains an appreciation for different parts of his body that he never had before. He appreciates his hands for being able to hold your hand or stroke your hair. He appreciates his arms for being able to hold you. He appreciates his chest and abdomen because of all the times you’ve snuggled up there. He appreciates other parts for being able to bring you pleasure. He just appreciates himself after you. 
As for his favourite body part on you, how could he ever pick just one thing? He loves and adores everything, every part of you. From your eyes to your lips, to your chest and your legs. He loves everything.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
When Muriel cums, boy does cum! No matter how long between sessions, he still has a lot of it. Doesn’t mind the taste of it, in fact, he likes the taste. Cum in general also doesn’t bother him.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Muriel doesn’t really have dirty secrets. Perhaps the dirtiest secret he has is, he actually feels sexual urges and desires much more than he would like to admit or more than anyone would guess. He tries to suppress it or ignore it, but every so often he’ll give in. Once he ends up in a relationship, he’s able to feel and experience those feeling on a much deeper level.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Muriel doesn’t have any experience with sex or relationships in general. Muriel has never had the desire to be intimate or with anyone because of how he views himself and his relationships. It’s not because he didn’t feel attraction or desire, he just didn’t let himself feel those things. And he viewed himself as not worthy of love in any of its forms, and also couldn’t comprehend how anyone would ever want him. So, you are the only experience he has.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Muriel’s favourite position in the beginning is Cowgirl, and other positions where his partner can be on top. This makes him feel better, knowing that you are, for the most part, in control. And he’s less worried about crushing you or hurting you. 
Once he’s gotten more confident, he likes wall sex and fucking you on countertops, etc. 
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Muriel will likely be more serious and focused on the task at hand, but, he will also have times when he is goofy, humorous, and smug! The latter becoming more frequent as he becomes comfortable with sex and learns more about his partner and what they’re like in bed. 
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
The carpets match the drapes. Muriel doesn’t groom himself down there, at all. He washes himself (obviously) but keeps everything untouched or untamed.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
He can be tentative at first, but, he’s always gentle and caring. Often checks in with you. Besides being hesitant at first, he can get very into it. Not so great with the romance, but does try to be romantic! Especially on special occasions.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Has tried it on multiple occasions. But he very very very rarely does it. He can give into the urge when he has it but resists as much as possible. He views it as another kind of pleasure he’s not worthy of.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink?
Size kink
Praise Kink
L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)
His favourite location is anywhere as long as it’s with you.😏 Though, he prefers in the comfort of home…..and a bed. It makes him feel safe and less anxious.
He likes to know that you’re not being heard or people aren’t going to walk in. 
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You.
Muriel gets turned on by you, mainly. It can be quite easy to turn him on. Anything from teasing him, to him just watching you do some you love. Anytime he sees you gushing over something, or being confident doing something, he just thinks about how he loves you and just spirals from there until he’s needy for you. 
He also just gets spontaneous bursts of horniness.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Chocking, slapping, spanking, etc. Any form of physical “harm” is off the table, even if it’s for pleasure. He doesn’t like hurting you or thinking he’s hurting you. 
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Loves oral. Like, LOVES IT. Well, giving it at least. He relishes in being able to bring his lover that kind of pleasure. And adores your reactions. As for skill, he’s surprisingly mind-blowing at it. 
Ever heard of the expression, “[eating] like a man starved”? That’s Muriel when it comes to giving oral.
As for receiving it, once he’s experienced it, he enjoys it! More than he would care to admit. It is something that he doesn’t ask for, though, and is shy about it when he’s offered.
P = Pace (Are they fasts and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
Muriel’s pace is usually slowish as he’s scared of accidentally hurting you. But, his pace depends on what kind of mood it is and what you’re enjoying. If you’re making love~ or heavy in a romantic moment, he’s likely to be all round more sensual, pace included. If you’ve both reached a point where you’re absolutely desperate for one another, his pace is likely to be hard and rough as he chases his own high as well as bringing you to your high. Whatever the mood, his pace will match.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Doesn’t like the idea of them that much, especially in public. Anytime that you do it, which is rarely, it almost always leads to you two fully going at it.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
In the first year or so, he’s not up for taking too many risks or trying too many things. He’s willing to experiment with different positions or techniques in that time, but not up for anything more than that. Eventually, though, he’ll try expanding his horizons, so-to-speak. But, he will still have things that fall outside his boundaries that he will not likely try. 
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
It really depends. On average, he can last a round or two back-to-back. If he has enough alcohol in his system, he may be able to go for more. Sessions can last up to an hour or more, especially as he spends a lot of time with foreplay and making sure you’re satisfied.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Muriel doesn’t own toys. He would also be very hesitant to have them used on him, and even more hesitant using them on you. Might warm up to the idea once you’ve both become more experienced and comfortable with one another.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
When he’s comfortable enough? A whole damn lot. Everything from teasing you and getting you riled up even before anything happens, all the while acting nonchalant about it. He’ll tease you by kissing you everywhere but where you want him, and will keep this up until you’re begging him to please you. 
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He grunts. It can be pretty loud, but he tries to not make any noise. Once he gets more comfortable, he won’t hold back as much. He sometimes moans if you get him really riled up, and you’re teasing his most sensitive areas. When he does moan, it is a beautiful and unrestrained sound. Will probably blush very hard if he hears himself moan.😂
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
While there is no place like home, as long as you’re away from people, Muriel will happily engage in sexual activities with you in the woods (forest areas). 
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He’s big. Like BIG. In length, but more so in girth. His size doesn’t change that much when he’s erect. Because of his size~ it is not very likely that you’ll be able to take all of him, even if you try different positions. 
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Not that high, not that low. Pretty average. Unless, you’re deliberately trying to turn him on using the methods that get him going. If that’s the case, his sex drive can be high.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 
He falls asleep only after you do. This can be a matter of seconds if he’s fought through his tiredness. He just likes to know that you’re definitely safe and okay. And he’s usually the first one up.
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saintunhinged · 5 months
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Hi I hope your doing ok and your day has been great!❤️
I was wondering if you could write a Muriel x florist reader where when Muriel is making his once in awhile trip into vesuvia he goes past the readers shop and she gives him tulips because he looks sad and he takes them but after he's gone they forget him obv but the next time he comes into town it happens again and again until he finally gives the reader myrrh and then they remember all those times and get really embarrassed
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Muriel was a solitary man who rarely ventured into the bustling city of Vesuvia. He preferred the quiet solitude of the forest, where he could be alone with his thoughts. But every once in a while, he would make the journey into the city, where he would inevitably pass by the small florist shop on the corner.
You were kind and gentle soul and noticed when Muriel walked by. He had a somber look on his face, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
As the robust man walked past the shop, you stepped out and handed him a bright red tulip — one that you intended to decorate the shop with, but you felt much happier giving it away to the man who looked like his spirit could be lifted.
“For you.” You simply said, a soft and gentle smile painting your face.
Muriel was surprised, looking between you and the flower as he came to a stop in front of you. “..Why?” He hesitantly asked, confused as to why you were giving him a flower. It wasn’t like he asked for it.
His question didn’t change your mind, and you contined to hold the flower out for him to take. “I just wanted to.”
Muriel huffed, cautiously accepting the gift with a quiet mumble of thanks. He continued on his way, but he couldn’t help but feel a little lighter with the flower in his hand.
The next time Muriel came into town, you were messing around with another bouquet of flowers. Not that you were looking to give them away so soon, but the towering man looked like he could use something to lift his spirits. “You look like you could use these.” You cheerfully say to the man. This time, it was a colorful mix of daffodils and sunflowers. Muriel accepted the gift with a small smile, and he walked away feeling a little less lonely.
This pattern continued every time Muriel made his way into Vesuvia. You would always have another flower to give him, and Muriel would always accept them, everyday more gratefully — even if you forgot about your interaction with him as soon as he pareted ways.
He even began wondering if his appearances in the town were filled with hope of receiving another flower from you.
One day, Muriel returned to your shop with a small pouch of myrrh in his hand. He avoided making eye contact with you, his cheeks burning red. “Here.” He bashfully offered you the pouch.
Curiosity got the best of you as reached for it. It was strange for someone to give you something, especially a person whose body language hinted at him not wanting to interact with you too much.
Holding the pouch of myrrh in your hand, you slowly came to remember how the man wasn’t as unfamiliar to you as you thought. Memories that you were buried in the dark were now coming to light.
You feel your face heat up, embarrassed that you had forgotten him each time he came into town, and each time you had given him a new flower.
Muriel cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on the floor. “It’s myrrh. Helps you remember things,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.
You carefully opened the pouch, revealing the delicate myrrh blooms within. “Remember things? Like what?” you asked, oblivious to the fact that the answer was already unfolding in your mind.
Muriel shifted uncomfortably, his green eyes avoiding contact with yours. “Memories. Stuff that you forgot,” he replied, his voice a low rumble.
As the scent of myrrh filled the air, a flood of forgotten encounters with Muriel rushed back into your consciousness. Your eyes widened in realization, and you felt your face heat up.
“Oh,” you mumbled, a mix of embarrassment and apology in your voice. “I... I gave you flowers before, didn’t I?”
Muriel nodded, sparing a quick glance in your direction. “Yeah. Every time I came to town."
Your cheeks burned hotter. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to forget. I just... didn’t remember.”
“Don’t worry,” Muriel reassured, though his discomfort was palpable. “You weren’t supposed to.” his deep voice was low, barely able to be heard. “The myrrh is supposed to help with that.”
You fidgeted with the pouch in your hands, feeling a mix of gratitude and sheepishness. “Thank you for helping me remember. I feel... really embarrassed."
Muriel scratched the back of his head, a gesture that betrayed his own unease. “Don’t be. I just thought... maybe it’d be better if you remembered.”
You nodded, appreciating his sincerity. “I just wish I hadn’t forgotten all those times I gave you flowers."
Muriel’s lips faintly turned into a smile, practically invisible, but he said notthing more.
“Why didn't you stop me before?” you curiously asked the tall man, your eyes reflecting genuine curiosity and a touch of embarrassment.
He simply shrugged, his dark hair falling in front of his scarred face. “Didn’t think it was worth it. It’s easier this way,” he replied, his tone etched with uncertainty, and a hint of awkwardness. “It’s fine. Flowers helped, myrrh just... sealed the deal, I guess.”
You nodded, understanding dawning on you. "I appreciate it, Muriel. Next time, if there’s a next time, just give me a nudge or something."
He chuckled, a rare sound that warmed the conversation. “I’ll keep that in mind. You seem to like flowers, so...”
You laughed, breaking any lingering tension. “Yeah, I do. And now I won’t forget you, or the flowers I gave you.”
“...That’s a start.”
You were relieved and decided to lighten the mood. “I hope to see you around more now that I know who you are. Flowers or not, it’d be nice.”
Muriel’s eyes softened and his cheeks flushed red, a hint of something akin to happiness flickering in them. But, he found it challenging to express himself verbally. Instead, he nodded, the acknowledgment of your words etched in his quiet demeanor.
You smiled warmly, appreciating the unspoken understanding. “Take care, Muriel. See you around, hopefully.”
And with that, Muriel nodded again, his gaze lingering for a moment before he quickly turned to leave. As you watched him walk away, there was a subtle shift in the air. The cycle of forgotten encounters had been broken, and the prospect of future interactions brought a quiet contentment to your heart.
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sugary-bluebell · 2 years
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Hello, could I have M5 from the Arcana (everyone but Lucio) with a non-binary MC who likes to wear suits ?
Asra and julian with a s/o that wears suits
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°•A/n: omg i love this idea sm- ooh and if it was with a corset? Idk if you've seen those suits that are actually corsets but they look so good, That'd be amazing like holy shit- also, this accidentally turned into a fic instead of hcs, hope that's okay with you love and so sorry for the late reply! I hope you enjoy this :)
◇Warning◇:you, yes you're the wearing from how breathtaking you are love <3
°•Characters: Asra and Julian (sorry, I couldn't think of anything for the others </3)
°•Reader:none binary(/gn?)
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°•Asra:
You and asra were out shopping for fun while travelling, after the demon ball fiasco and everything you two went through, everyone insisted you two take a little vacation to relax and while you protested a bit, wanting to help out cleaning the aftermath of what happened, you quickly noticed they weren't taking no for an answer. Asra on the other hand, while exhausted, was buzzing with excitement at the idea and the moment you agreed, he was quick to say his goodbyes, sweep you off your feet and rush back to the shop to pack your things together (his parents were very happy and found it amusing and sweet)
°•present time•°
You suggested that you both pick out an outfit for each other, you know asra preferred more lose and comfortable yet presentable clothes and they know you have a more elegant but not too over the top taste. Knowing what you each would look good in and more importantly feel comfortable in, they agreed and the two of you split up for a few minutes. Once you two got back together, you swapped the clothes in you're hands and went to try them on, asra was very pleased with what you picked out for him, especially the type of fabric, it was very nice and easy to move in, he also loved the shall you got him that was in your favourite colour(s). Once you stepped out in a suit that has spekes of purple, gold and white on the cuffs and collar that had a lovely design of small belladonnas, he was speechless for a second but quickly regained his composure but you could see the tips of his ears turning a bit red (he's a full body blusher and you can't change my mind) he quickly started throwing compliments at you, saying how gorgeous you look, how you outshine every start in the night sky and much more- once you two finished shopping, you both went back to the Inn you were staying at and called it a night.
°•Julian:
It's been a few months since you and Julian set sail and left Vesuvia to go on your own adventures, but now you two were finally heading home, of course you both agreed to go out to sea again but you both missed your friends and family. Nadia wanted to throw a small welcome home celebration but some how her sisters heard and got involved, the originally planned small get to together had become much bigger and grander, and while you were a bit cought off guard, you both reassured Nadia that it was okay as she gave you both the clothing she arranged for you. Julian joked and said that you already look dressed for the occasion, you simply rolled your eyes while pulling him in the room to change after thanking Nadia for the clothing
After you both finished you came to realise that the bow you had on, had one of asras designs, it matches with Julian, black feathers were on his cuffs while you had some on your bow, how sweet. Once you pointed it out, Julian quickly turned red in the face and struggled to get it together, but could you blame him? I mean, look at you! You're so breathtaking, he can't believe that you're his. After a little teasing on your end, you both headed out to join the others and the night was filled with laughter and storytelling
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psychcticminds · 2 years
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Journey Home to You
Julian Devorak x (Gender-Neutral) Reader
Summary: Takes place after the events of the love letter from Julian sold by Nix Hydra. Basically, the apprentice has been away from Vesuvia for a bit and they and Julian have been constantly sending letters back and forth while they're separated. Finally, the apprentice is coming back home.
Warnings: None!
Author's Note: I do hope you enjoy reading this! Truthfully, this is shorter than what I typically write, though I did write this probably close to a year or two ago now. I usually tend to write a lot, so do expect longer things in the future.
Feel free to request prompts for me to write! I am most comfortable writing Julian and Lucio since those are the two routes I have completed, but I would be happy to try to write for anyone! Just no NSFW requests please :)
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"I'll be at the docks, watching for the sails of the ship carrying you back home. Back to me."
Y/N read those words over and over, a smile on their face. They read through each one of the letters they received, and there were quite a few. One or two were from Asra or Portia, even one from Mazelinka, while the vast majority were from the same person. The one person that was always in Y/N's thoughts already. Julian Devorak. Even just thinking of him was enough to bring a smile to Y/N's face. And now here they were, finally on that ship, sailing back to Vesuvia. Just before they had set sail, they had been able to write a letter, letting Julian know they were finally on their way home.
"We're almost to port!"
Y/N looked up from the letters in their hands when they heard that shout from above deck. Quickly folding up the letters and putting them away in their satchel, they went up the stairs so that they were now on deck. They went to the bow edge of the ship, leaning their hands on the railing so that they could lean forward some, their eyes lighting up when they saw the familiar docks. Not only the docks, but who they saw on them.
Asra was there, with Portia and Mazelinka by his side, Portia waving like mad when she seemed to spot Y/N on the ship. And there, on the very edge, leaning so far forward he could easily fall into the water, was Julian. One hand was on his chest while the other held on to the post at the end of the docks, and the expression on his face was one of such strong adoration when he saw the one he'd been waiting to see for so long.
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as they broke into the biggest grin they could muster, one hand coming up to wipe away some tears. They were finally home.
It felt like too long had passed before they were finally stepping off the ship, but as soon as Y/N was standing on the docks, Portia ran forward to give them a hug. Then Mazelinka stepped forward, her hand resting on Y/N's shoulder. "It's good to see you again, Y/N," she said sweetly, Y/N happily hugging her. "It's good to see you too." Then it was Asra's turn. He hugged Y/N tightly, Faust slithering out from their sleeve to wrap herself around Y/N's arm, showing she missed them as well. Once Asra stepped away, Faust wrapping herself around his shoulders, Y/N finally turned to face Julian.
Neither of them moved for a moment, they were just smiling as they looked at each other, taking in each other's presence after so long apart. Then, Julian came forward, wrapping his arms around Y/N, picking them up, and spinning them in a circle. He kissed all over their face repeatedly, Y/N laughing happily as their arms came around Julian's shoulders. They then buried their face in the crook of Julian's neck, just breathing him in and reveling in him. Julian did the same, slowly setting Y/N down as his face buried in the crook of their neck. After what felt like years, Julian sighed happily before gently whispering, "I've missed you so much, darling." Y/N pulled their head back just enough so that they could kiss Julian's cheek, "I've missed you too."
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ging-pegger · 2 years
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it's just a burning memory - asra x reader
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warnings: angst, memory loss
heartaches ... heartaches
you walked down the crowded streets of the marketplace in vesuvia. people were laughing and chatting with each other at the different vendors.
you look around, you were out in search of your favorite bread, which you purchased from the baker regularly.
as you walked through the marketplace you couldn't help but feel this sense that something was missing.
your hand felt like it needed to be held by another, you felt the missing presence of someone... someone close, someone dear to you.
someone you loved deeply... but you couldn't put a finger on it. the name was on the tip of your tongue, the face was almost there in your mind, but not quite.
my loving you meant only heartaches...
you looked to see other happy couples , now it seemed they were appearing everywhere you looked. it left you with an empty feeling.
you craved to fill it, and to know who that person was that was missing. your heart ached for a name and face you didn't know, and couldn't remember. you could only think back to about three years ago...
anything before that was gone.
and so this lover was long forgotten, yet the feeling still rang true.
finally, you reached the baker's booth, as you went to approach it, you almost ran directly into another customer.
"oh my, I'm so sorry..." you looked into the stranger's violet eyes, they seemed so warm and forgiving, but something felt ... off.
your kiss was such a sacred thing to me...
the stranger seemed surprised to see you, but, to your recollection you had never seen this person before in your life.
"no, don't apologize" his voice was smooth like honey, but quiet and hushed, almost barely audible. "your face was a refresher in the chaos.."
was he hitting on you? you glanced at the baker, who seemed uncomfortable, almost as if he knew something you didn't.
"oh well.. thank you-" you replied, your eyes lingering on the stranger's figure. the more you looked at him the more familiar he felt. as if you should know him.
he offered nothing but a small smile, but although he smiled, his eyes looked saddened.
"I'm so sorry, but... have we met before?" you asked.
i can't believe it's just a burning memory
"oh," almost as if some unspoken question were answered he shook his head, turning away. "i don't think we have." he walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
you blinked a few times and approached the baker. you felt that strange feeling from before burn more intensely as you watched the mysterious stranger walk away.
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cherryplasmids · 2 years
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Hello, I hope that you'e doing well! If it's alright, may I please request a fluffy oneshot with Nadia and fem mc? Where they're walking around in the garden at night, talking about the stars and the world. Then MC saying and doing this to Nadia,
Person A: I can fit the whole world in my hands.
Person B: No, that's impossible.
Person A: *Cups B's face*
Person B: * Blushes furiously"
What would Nadia's reaction and reponse be?
───south end rituals;
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pairing: nadia satrinava x consul!reader
summary: you're far from coherent from working tirelessly on rebuilding vesuvia to its former glory and become bold in your actions towards the countess, your boss.
word count: 1.4k+
warnings: kind of canon divergent, nadia is only referred to as the countess
notes: i really tried making this request work but inspo for this just failed every time :( i'm sorry if it's not to your liking, anon, it's not my fav either ── check out my other works; the arcana masterlist & other masterlists
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It only took six months of constant denials, operational mishaps, and nonstop rewrites to get approved, but it’s finally here—the logistics to save the Flooded District before it completely sank. If all goes well from here on out, the Flooded District can thrive once more in at least a years’ time.
Despite the major victory, you don’t celebrate for long, immediately diving into the next subject on Vesuvia’s restoration project. At least three dozen issues await to be fixed in the long list of purposeful disasters the last Count and his lecherous court committed. To an extent, the Countess is at fault too. Her apathetic negligence allowed the courtiers free reign to serve their own selfish agendas.
It’s why she hands you another document, eager to right her wrongs.
The South End was next on the list. Dealing with poverty and beautification is a top priority for the suffering neighborhood. You’re excited to work in your home district—engrossed in bridging the gap between the South End and the illustrious Temple District. Initial excitement dwindles as the words on the document begin to bleed into one another. Blueprints for new construction projects start swirling into blue and white visual illusions. The scratches of the Countess’s quill transition into auditory hallucinations of the patrons from the Rowdy Raven. Another minute looking at anything remotely to do with city plans would surely put you to death, so you toss the black ink quill down onto a pile of amended policies, and harshly rub your eyes.
The Countess barely gives you a glance, waving her hand towards the door. “You are free to leave and rest, Consul. I need you to be coherent for the contractor meeting in four hours.”
Your legs twitch, aching to run towards your bedroom down the hall for some much needed sleep. But you know, she's feeling worse than you. Despite her collected appearance, you clearly notice the change in her demeanor since your promotion to courtier. Shoulders tensing, lips turning downward as headaches return the longer she stays awake; irritation flaring up easily at every minor inconvenience.
“And leave you alone to wallow in this mess? Not a chance, my lady.” The Countess hums noncommittal and continues writing, only pausing to take a sip of tea. “I do believe we need a break, though.”
She peeks over her gold half moon glasses, a disagreement ready at her lips, only remaining silent when you get up from your seat to stretch—joints immediately cracking. “Perhaps you are correct. A few minutes should not hurt.”
She leans back into her chair with closed eyes, folding her hands over her stomach. You watch her until her breaths steadily slow. 
You exit the main room and step onto the balcony. The Palace gardens, grand and magnificent in true Prakra glory, calms your busy mind. Fireflies light up the garden below, flying around the impressive collection of flora the Countess has curated over the past several years. There are a few maids sitting near the fountain to the left, and you wave at them when you catch their eye.
Four fireflies fly up to the balcony dancing across the banister flowers. One lands on your outstretched palm. It crawls over your skin for a few seconds before flying away. You track its movements, body twisting when it flies behind you, only to land on the awakened Countess’s slender nose. A snicker escapes you before you can stifle it, and she shoots you an amused look as the firefly continues to explore her face. Soon enough, when it’s satisfied, it flies away to join the others.
“You have such a lively fauna, my lady.” You tease.
She appears softer than before, shoulders less tense, and the crease in her forehead has disappeared. “Thank you. Soon enough, all of Vesuvia shall rival my own. Especially the South End.” She joins you at the banister, a few centimeters separating the both of you. You can smell the faint lavender perfume she applied this morning. “How are the residents? I have not had the chance to visit since last.”
“As we progress in the restoration project, they become more hopeful. Many of the ideas for South End improvements actually came from residents. My old neighbors offered their services if needed.”
The Countess visibly relaxes with a deep inhale. “It delights me to hear it.” She turns to you and you repeat her actions. “I appreciate your efforts, Consul. If it were not for your tenacity, I doubt I would have made any progress. A trait you picked up from the South End, hm?”
You smile. “There’s a little ritual we had as children to keep our spirits high despite our mishandled circumstances. When life got too much, we’d hold onto what we believed was the most important thing to us—to ground us to the little happiness we could have. Some children held plushies; others held candy. For those moments, we felt like we could hold the whole world in our hands. Make life a little less daunting, even now.”
The Countess sucks her teeth softly. You remember when one of her sisters, told you how Didi always had a callous attitude, even in her youth. No doubt a byproduct of being the youngest of seven.
“You don’t believe in it?” You say it more as a statement than a question.
“Falsely giving oneself hope is suitable for children but for adults?”
“If I may be so brazen, I can prove it to you.” With a raised brow, she nods. You hesitate for a moment, biting your lip, to contemplate whether you should continue.
When you were hired a year ago, the Countess would have never let her guard down. She remained aloof for the majority of your employment until you promoted yourself to her unofficial personal assistant. As you take on more responsibilities, she slowly decompresses in your presence. There’s a little camaraderie now—enough for her to do nice things for you. Like the time she personally delivered food to your office after realizing you had not eaten all day. Or the few times she immediately delegated your responsibilities to someone else when you were clearly overwhelmed. Sometimes, you feel her gaze linger on you longer than necessary, especially on nights where you two are alone. Which happens often as of late.
It didn’t take long to develop feelings. 
The only thing keeping you from revealing those feelings revolved around her being your boss and the Countess. But in this moment, when you’re bleary-eyed and barely conscious of your own behavior, all caution is thrown to the wind.
You cup her cheeks into her palms. A soft gasp trickles into the chilly air, heating the short distance between the two of you. “See? I’m holding the whole world in my hands.”  
With a fierce blush spreading across her cheeks, her eyes darted towards the garden and your gentle smile. Although she remains in your embrace, you think she’s anxious at your touch. 
“Have I discomfited you, my lady?” You slowly remove your hands from her skin. “The long nights without sleep have caused some irrational thinking—”
“No, I—” She grasps your right hand, returning it to its original place.  “I am not used to romantic affection.” She pauses to gather her thoughts before sighing, leaning into your palm with a warm expression. “I must admit, you continue to surprise me. First your tenacity, candor, and now… Will you continue to be emboldened, Consul?” 
“I aim to please you, my lady. 
She trembles as your hands and fingertips trail from her cheeks down to the back of her neck, firmly gripping the exposed flesh. You bring her flush against your chest. Lavender engulfs you whole as your lips ghost against her own.
She’s given you permission to express your affections because she wants it. You’re lit ablaze with this knowledge. Body vibrating, hands shaking as you wish nothing more than to indulge in your fantasies without worries of responsibilities. 
“I fear I may miss the meeting if you allow my boldness to continue.” You whisper against her lips. 
The Countess’s breaths have gotten deeper, eyes downturned, staring at your parted lips. She nods once and matches your tone. “Correct, as usual, Consul.” As soon as you step away from her, she clears her throat and places a few fingers on her collarbone. “After the meeting, perhaps we can continue…” She looks away, blushing the vibrant red you’ve come to love. 
“I would love nothing more.” You pick up her hand and press a kiss to the back of it, momentarily relishing in her heat. “Sweet dreams, my lady.” 
You throw her a wink, and a trembled sigh emits from her before you leave. Tonight’s events no doubt will keep you awake. It doesn’t matter, though. You’ll take a nap before seeing the Countess in a few hours to be rejuvenated for whatever she has in store for you. 
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beanswrites · 2 years
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"The Special Tea" Asra x MC, from The Arcana
Guys, here you go, have a nice little one-shot before I do some requests!!
Fun fact: This is the first The Arcana one shot I've ever written! I found it recently (and edited it, because my God was it cringy)!
I know that I was gone for a little bit of time but hey, I'm back, and requests are open! Feel free to request anything, but check out my rules for requesting first! Or, you could also pick something from my prompts!
Also available on AO3!
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Word count: 1557 words
Trope: Fluff, Slight Angst
Pairing: Asra Alnazar x fem! MC
AU: none
Warnings: drugging (technically??), truth tea
Picture from Pinterest!
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As the apprentice of the great magician Asra, everyone expects that your life is full of wonders, adventures, and magic. Well, they couldn't be more wrong. Asra never lets you come with him on his trips because he wants to keep you safe, so you get stuck in the shop.
You are in charge of running the shop and helping the customers while you wait for them to come back from their unpredictably long trips. This time, Asra wasn't back for a month. That was a dangerously long time to be away from him.
Honestly, chilling at the shop was getting pretty boring after that kind of time because there was nothing to do. You couldn't even play with Faust because the little purple python always hung around Asra's neck in his adventures.
The white-haired man would sometimes send you postcards and letters just so you know that he's okay. Julian and Portia visited every once in a while, so you couldn't exactly say you were lonely. That didn't mean you didn't miss him, though.
The winds were breezing that night, with hints of magic in the air. That usually meant a strong magician is in town, and there wasn't a better magician in the whole Vesuvia than the man you gave your heart to, Asra.
Okay, he maybe gave you his heart physically, but what the all mighty magician didn't know was that you reserved your heart for him and him only. He was indeed very handsome, incredibly smart, and would always keep you safe, which is why you started liking him in the first place. Sure, he can be annoying with his mysteries sometimes, but in all other ways, he was everything you wanted.
The clock struck 7 PM, so it was the time to put the shop's sign to 'closed' and clean the place up for tomorrow. You were exhausted since you had five tarot readings today. The brush you were sweeping with brushed every part of the wooden floor as you hummed the light song Julian has taught you in the Rowdy Raven, just like every day.
Out of nowhere, the wooden floor screeched, and you yelled out: "Sorry, we're closed!" but the person didn't seem to get the hint. The mysterious figure continued walking in, going fastly through the shop, getting close to the private part where you and Asra lived.
"Um... EXCUSE ME, but we are closed. You are welcome to come back tomorrow when we will be open" You repeated, but the shadow man kept coming forward. Somebody's deep breath echoed just a couple of meters away from you, which put shivers through your body.
Oh no.
What if it was someone who wanted to hurt you?
Or who wanted to hurt Asra?
What if Lucio came back?
These were the questions circling in your mind as you thought about what to do.
If your master was here, he would probably tell you to use your mind and let the magic flow. As he would usually tell you, you took a deep breath and grabbed a potion from the shelf that you could use to stop the potential intruder.
"Don't come closer! I have a weapon!" 
You said, but the man came into the room. Listening to your instincts, you threw the bottle onto the figure.
You didn't see much, but you figured it was a man and not an extremely large one. Maybe you could have tackled him down. Maybe he wasn't a threat. You figured out it wasn't one of your male friends, but nor Lucio, as the figure was physically a bit smaller than all of them.
Suddenly, the figure spoke.
"Ouch, MC, I know you've missed me, but you don't have to push me down! Can you please help me up?"
As soon you realized who it was, you jumped on him and tackled him with many hugs.
"ASRA!! YOU'RE BACK!!"
He laughed, and his wonderful purple eyes shined. He put his hands on your back and brought you in another warm hug, which almost made you melt right there in his arms.
"Come here MC! let's make some tea so I can tell you about my adventures and you can tell me why did you jump on me like I was robbing the store."
You blushed as you followed him into the kitchen. You grabbed a jar full of yours and his favorite herbs, but he stopped your hand and placed the jar back on its shelf.
"No, not that one today. I have a very special tea that I want you to try"
He said as he brought a small jar of purple powder back into the room. The suspicious substance smelled like lavender and moonflower. It was unlike any other tea you have seen before. Still, you would trust Asra with your life, so you let him cook tea for the both of you.
When the hot drink was finally finished, he brought it over to the table in front of you, when you noticed something strange. The only purple tea was meant for you, which means Asra only wanted you to drink it.
"Don't worry, I would never poison you, MC! I wouldn't be able to stand the fact that you're hurt." He said like he could read your mind.
Those words relaxed you a bit as you took the first sip of your tea. The feeling it gave you was warm and bright, it was magical. Suddenly, you began feeling very light and sleepy, and the last thing you remember is Asra's warm smile, as he whispered: "Sweet dreams, MC.."
You woke up the next day in Asra's bed, with no memory of what happened. At first, you were scared and very confused.
'Shit, what if we slept together?!'
That thought quickly went away as you realized that you were fully clothed in what you wore the day before. You slowly made your way from Asra's room into your shared kitchen, where you've spotted him making some kind of traditional Vezuvian dish for breakfast.
"Good morning MC, my love, did you sleep well?" He said as he stirred the dish in his pot.
A crimson shade flushed over your face at his comment.
"What do you mean Asra? Why are you calling me that?"
He laughed like what you asked him was the funniest thing in the world.
"Oh right, sorry, you don't remember... I always forget that after the truth potion you can't remember things! Why am I calling you that? Because you kind of confessed your love to me last night, MC.."
Suddenly, your anger rushed thru the roof as you realized what he said.
"Hey, that's not fair! You put me on a truth potion! You basically drugged me, Asra! Plus, how do I know you're not making this up? And care to explain why was I laying in your bed?!"
The handsome, white-haired man came closer to you and held your hands in his.
"Listen, MC, I know I shouldn't have... I just really wanted to know if you feel the same for me..? I swear I'm not making it up, I can make a vision right now just to prove it to you. And I swear, I would never take advantage of you like that, you were lying in my room because I brought you there! You were too weak to walk, and my room was the closest, so I put you to sleep there.."
You thought for a few moments before answering him. He was a jerk for making you confess everything when you didn't know what was happening, but at least he knew your real feelings, right?
"Ughhh, fine... But at least, tell me... What did I say to you? How did I confess..?"
He turned his facial expression into a huge grin, while he was going back to his meal.
"Well... I asked you how were you feeling, because you looked very funny, almost drunk, and you said you were okay. Then, I didn't want to pry too much, but then you suddenly asked me: "Heyyy, Asraaa, you wanna hear a secret??" Which I, of course, wanted to hear. Then, you told me: "Asraa, I loveee youuu". Now tell me, MC, were you telling the truth?"
You blushed spread on your ears and chest, as you looked at the wooden floor.
"Well... It was a truth potion, wasn't it..?"
Asra quietly nodded as he approached you.
"But.. Asra? How did you respond? I mean... Are you okay with me, feeling this way..?"
He grabbed your chin and slightly brought your head up so you can look up at his eyes. He stroked your cheek a few times and smiled lightly.
"MC, no star in the sky shines as bright as you... The only thing that keeps me homesick for this town is the fact that you are waiting for me... I love you too, MC, my love, and I told you that yesterday too."
Since that day, only a few things changed. Asra would still go on his adventures, but would sometimes take you with him. And when you were left in the shop, every time he came back he greeted you with a loving kiss. Now, you have completely given your heart to the purple-eyed magician, all because of Asra's special tea.
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yourpanwithaplan · 1 year
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Cuddles & Collars
3rd Person P.O.V.
      "Ilya! Get over here the movie is starting!" Y/N shouted in the vague direction of the kitchen. "I'm comin'! I wanted popcorn and something to drink!" "Are you having alcohol to drink?" "Aw c'mon. You can have some too!" Ilya insisted. "Alright, but just this once, Ilya, just this once," Y/N said, but this certainly wasn't the first time they were saying it, and it won't be the last.
      You sighed as Ilya plopped his non-existent ass on the couch. He set popcorn and drinks on the table, and as he got comfortable it just looked like a flurry of limbs, a tall baby giraffe learning to walk. At the sheer thought of that, you began to laugh a little. Ilya, now still and comfortable turned to you, "What's so funny, hmm?"
      "Nothing, Nothing at all." Ilya raised an eyebrow at you, "Nothing at all, huh? You sure about that, Y/N?" A shit-eating grin appeared on your face. "Yes, babydoll, I'm sure." From this angle, you could watch blush spread all the way across Ilya's face in a beautiful wave, sweeping across his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears. Y/N's grin stayed firmly in place, proud of how easy it was for them to silence him. 
      Nearly a full five minutes later he turned to you, "C'mere. I need you to touch me, or I am going to die!" Ilya said being overdramatic. "Alright, I will. One moment." You stood up adjusting your outfit, and then you situated yourself right up against the lanky mass of limbs. Ilya smiled wrapping an arm around you.
      "How kind you are to cater to my wishes," Ilya said. I smiled. "Anything for you, doctor." You moved to lay yourself over Ilya's chest, and he smiled down at you. "I want to do this, forever," He said wistfully. "Do what?" You asked. "Oh! Why cuddle you of course! Every night, for the rest of forever," he insisted. You smiled. "I could live with that, Ilya. Because it guarantees us forever, and I like the idea of that," you explained.
     "As far as I knew, we were guaranteed for forever, right? We made a promise?" Ilya asked, fear and concern brewing on his face, his eyes becoming glassy. "Oh! Ilya! Of course! I didn't mean that!" You sat up and kissed him softly. It was short and sweet, to the point, which was rare for Ilya to allow such a thing.
      Ilya smiled once more, relaxing again. You both settled into watching your movie which was already played through nearly halfway, but neither of you are bothered enough by it to start the movie over. Towards the end, during the climax, Ilya made an attempt to get up. He untangled the two of you before standing up almost halfway.
      You grabbed the collar he faithfully wore around his neck for you, pulling him back down to the couch. "Just where do you think you're going?" Y/N asks. Ilya's whole face turns red, and the corner of your mouth twitches into a smirk. "Sorry! I thought we might need more drinks!" "Did I ask for another drink?" "Well... no," He said. "Are thirsty?" You asked him. "Well... not right now," He said, looking anywhere but at you.
      "Mhm, that's what I thought," You said, satisfied. Ilya was still blushing. "Sorry, I'll behave," he promised. You couldn't help but smile. "I know you will because I'll make you if I have to." Ilya nodded taking your statement in. "Of course," He said bright red, "Anything for you, babe, just stop teasing me," He pleaded. You laughed lightly at his request. "Not a chance," You said, and Ilya only smiled.
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sky-fire-forever · 1 year
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Title: Wilting
Fandom: The Arcana
Warnings: Canonical Character Death (The Apprentice), Dying, Plague, Sickness, Sadness
Pairings: The Apprentice/Asra Alnazar, The Apprentice/Julian Devorak
Summary: In no scenario is death not lonely. No matter how many die beside you. Be it on a battlefield in war or a warm bed at home.Or a crowded quarantine.Death is lonely.
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the-melting-world · 2 years
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Chapters: 34/? Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Muriel (The Arcana), Asra (The Arcana), Apprentice (The Arcana), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst, Plague, Memory Loss, Amnesia, Guilt, Friendship, platonic, Sad, Death, ressurection, Pain, asra's guilt, Emotional, plague imagery, Old Wounds, Nature, Healing, Dialogue, Short Summary:
In which Asra asks Muriel to check up on the apprentice while he is away...
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chaotic-kitty · 2 years
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Giiiiirllll your domestic hcs are so perfeeect!! You capture the character really really well! I absolutely adored the ones you did for Asra and Julian and, If it’s not bothering, can I ask for Muriel’s too? No pressure if you don’t want to
Awwwww thank you so much😭 I’m glad you liked them!! No it’s not a bother, I would love to. This would of been done sooner but, I had a migraine that wouldn’t go away.🥲 Anyways, enjoy! And sorry for any mistakes.💕
Edit: Was going to wait a little to post it but I accidentally posted it instead of saving it to my drafts. And I don’t wanna delete it so, yeah.🥲 👍🏻
The Arcana Muriel Domestic Headcanons!
Warnings: Slight mentions of past trauma and destructive/SH behaviours
Asra’s Version | Julian’s Version
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How do they sleep? Do they snore? Steal blankets? Ect.
Usually he sleeps on his back. Doesn’t move at all unless he’s having a nightmare, in which he’ll move around a little bit and end up in the foetal position. Sleeps on a “bed” made from fur blankets, but will sleep anywhere even if it’s uncomfortable.
Occasionally he’ll sleep on the floor and let Inanna sleep on his bed.
He doesn’t steal blankets, not really. If he’s cold, he’ll subconsciously snuggle further into the blankets. However, with being born in the Shinning Steppe and growing up an orphan at the docks, he’s quite used to the cold and knows how to handle it.
On the nights where he’s having flashbacks about his time as a gladiator, he’ll deliberately sleep on the floor, without blankets, in the cold, as what he deems as punishment for his actions.
When he’s with you, he’ll be cautious in the beginning. He’s HUGE and he’s scared of crushing you. He likes (prefers) when you sleep on his chest. It’s more comfortable that way, and convenient. That way he can still sleep on his back, cuddle you, and not crush you. Again, he doesn’t steal blankets. In this situation, he’s likely to take up most of the blankets coz he’s big. But he takes great care in making sure he’s not taking too much. He’ll constantly be checking and asking if you have enough blankets and if you’re warm enough in general.
Do they prefer baths or showers?
(Apparently Muriel only showers when it rains?? But we’re gonna ignore that coz, wtf?)
Neither.
Muriel views washing the same way he views most things. He does not allow himself to have a favourite thing or a preference for something. The method/s he uses to wash comes down to convenience.
Most days he’ll just grab a rag and fill a bucket with cold water and have a strip-wash. Other times if he’s really dirty, he’ll bathe in the closest stream or lake. (Any body of water located outside and closest to him.)
Once he starts healing his trauma and allowing himself to actually enjoy things, he’ll start to appreciate and love baths. PROPER baths. With hot water and nice soaps. Muriel also gets a lot of muscle aches. This is due to bad posture from always having to look down at people and needing to hunch over in order to fit in most places. So bathing in the hot water not only helps him to relax, but it also soothes his tired muscles.
Are the clean or messy?
Well, Muriel doesn’t own much. And he also lives in a tiny hut.
He keeps what little he has tidy the best he can. Gifts from Asra are kept in a special spot so they don’t get broken. Furniture and other items are kept in an orderly fashion so Inanna doesn’t hurt herself or get into something she shouldn’t. Besides that, he doesn’t own enough to be messy.
If/When the time ever comes that he lives with you, and gets more personal belongings in the house, he’s sure to tidy up a bit. He will come to find he doesn’t really like clutter and mess. He finds cleaning to be relaxing and helps soothe his mind. He may not be able to control what’s in his head, with all the memories and what not, but he can control what’s in his room/house.
How frequently do they wash their hair? How long does it take?
Washing his hair is different to washing his body. He won’t wash his hair on his own accord, kind of. He’ll just let his hair get all oily and unclean. And when it starts to itch? He’ll ignore it.
The only time he’ll wash his hair, is when Asra’s popped around and seen he hasn’t washed his hair, and gifted him some shampoo. Only then will he wash his hair, albeit reluctantly, because he can’t let the shampoo go to waste. So this means that he washes his hair as frequently as Asra gifts him shampoo, which can be anywhere from a few days to a few weeks.
Once he’s with you, he’ll wash it every few days. It’s apart of his new life that he actually comes to appreciate and enjoy. Muriel surprisingly didn’t actually enjoy the constant itchiness, so washing his hair frequently gets rid of that.
What is their love language?
Gifts!
Now hear me out!
Muriel, because of his own past, has a weird relationship with gifts and other forms of affection. Both giving and receiving. But! The one thing that has been a subtle constant in his life (at least since meeting Asra) has been the exchange of items. Asra giving Muriel trinkets from their travels, Muriel giving them protective charms. Asra cooking for him, Muriel carving Asra little sculptures. And as he heals and grows as a person, that’s something that becomes more prominent.
For Muriel, gift giving is a way to convey feelings & affection. And it doesn’t even have to be anything flashy. It’s about intent. If you go and make him something? It shows that you’ve put time and effort into that gift. If you’ve gone and gotten him something because it reminded you of him/you thought he’d like it? It shows that you put thought and care into it.
He especially likes handmade gifts.
Muriel isn’t good with emotions and affection. But this is a good way to express his affection for people, by giving them things. And it can also be practical and extend to other parts in his life. Like cooking something for someone when they’re busy, or sick, or just because.
Favourite wind-down activity?
Muriel doesn’t always quite understand the concept of winding down. But, he likes to cuddle with you and Inanna by the fire.
He’ll sit you in his lap, with fur blankets around you both, and just sit and cuddle with you. Sometimes in comfortable silence, sometimes without. When you do talk, it’s usually about how both of your days went and then just goes from there.
Sometimes he’ll whittle, and if you ask he’ll teach you.🥰 Becomes a regular wind-down activity if you do. You two just chillin’ in front of the fire with him patiently teaching you to whittle.
Other times he’ll get you to read him a story or make up your own. He never had anything like this growing up, so for him it will be a cherished experience. Especially loves it if you goof around and do voices/impressions. It will actually make him laugh.<3
Who cooks and who cleans?
Honestly? He’s fine with both and kind of enjoys both.
He’s a pretty decent cook. Before, he used to have a difficult relationship with food. He thought he was too big too feed and that’s why his parents sent him away, and that was something that stuck with him. He’d very rarely cook anything bar unseasoned eggs, and ate only the bare minimum. He never let himself indulge, he never let himself view food as anything other than something he needed to stay alive, and something that led his parents to abandon him.
With you he develops a new perspective on cooking and food. Now he experiments with dishes and allows himself to indulge and to enjoy the experience. He enjoys cooking with you and sharing this experience with you. He loves showing you all the different food combos he’s come up with.
He will still have a difficult relationship with food, and there is also always the potential for him to fall back into old habits. But with time, he’ll unlearn those habits and end up having a healthy relationship and love for food.
Muriel is fine with cleaning up, especially if its his mess. If you’re the one that cooked, he’ll clean up because it seems fair that way. But more times than not, cleaning and cooking are both things you do together.
Main reason for arguments?
*sigh*
Muriel, the poor bby, will take any conversion with even the slightest hint of anger, irritation, ect as an argument. So technically, by that definition? Arguments happen over everything, all the time.
Because of this, you’ll often find yourself with an upset Muriel whose avoiding you because he thinks he’s done something wrong, and is scared that he’s gonna make it worse and that you’re gonna be upset with him.
Once you let him know the differences between arguments, disagreements, and just generally saying things when you’re stressed out, he’ll get to a point where he is able to differentiate between them.
Actual arguments however, don’t ever really occur. Because of Muriel’s history and his, somewhat endearing view on arguments, it usually doesn’t reach argument stage because it’s already been dealt with before that point.
When they do occur, it’s usually over him being worried for you. For example: If you go to the markets by yourself, and you come back later than expected. He’ll start internally freaking out that you’re hurt or something. And once you come back, unharmed, he’ll start fussing over you. After multiple times of that happening, its going to end up leading to arguments. With time though, these occurrences will lessen and he’ll be more confident in your capabilities.
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saintunhinged · 1 year
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Until now, it had been clear to you that Julian was not particularly adept at seeing the best in himself. As a result, you weren’t completely surprised when he said he was doubtful about the future of his freedom, and how he might be not able to keep you safe within it.
In Mazelinka’s house, the thin curtain that separates the bedroom from the living room, made it possible for you to hear everything he had to say in the next room.
The fact that he was self-incriminating himself worried you. He would eventually convince himself that you deserve someone better than him; someone who could give you everything he was not capable of giving.
You refused to settle for the disheartening words that came from his mouth, so you walked in to confront him. In a weak mutter, you whispered Julian’s name loudly enough for him to hear you and realize he was not alone. It didn’t take him long for his pale skin to burn bright red just by looking at the sound’s source.
“Oh!” He shot up from his sitting position on the bed, obviously unaware of your presence before. In his haste, he stumbled over his clumsy feet. “Where’d you come from? Well, no, not ‘where’ but uh..” He trails off, and a long silence passes over you. He cleared his throat as the awkwardness of the situation began to settle in. “How.. uh, how long have you been standing there here?” He asked guilelessly, careful to avoid eye contact.
“Long enough to know you’re not treating yourself well.” You saunter closer to him, bringing your hands up to either side of his face. “I thought we talked about this, Julian.” As he sheepishly glanced at everything in sight but your face, his body language conveyed his embarrassment as he looked around.
The tall man chuckled a humorless laugh, “You’d think I would know better by now.” He dropped his head, quickly bringing it back up in a split second. “I’m sorry.” He irresolutely claimed, his voice no louder than a whisper.
“Apologize to yourself. I’m not the one who needs to hear it.” You softly told him. You hated when he thought the worst of himself, telling himself he was destined for the worst. More than anything, you wanted a future with him, but with the way things were unfolding, you weren’t sure how much time with him was in that future.
He shook his head, disagreeing frantically. “I don’t deserve it. I— You don’t deserve what I’m putting you through.” Dejected, he sighed. Due to his preoccupation with his thoughts, he found it difficult to glance at you. He flopped down on the edge of the bed. His elbows dug into his thighs, and his head fell into his hands.
You guessed this was on his mind for a while now. The reaction he gave upon first noticing you was enough to understand he wasn’t planning on you finding out. You let your body sink into the shabby mattress next to him. “You can talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you, Julian?” Your hand finds his leg, softly rubbing circles there with your thumb.
For a moment, you lose hope in getting a response. That is until he released a long, shaky breath. “I never wanted you to get involved in this,” He started off with a sentence that made you uneasy. You had a feeling where this was heading. “I know this train I’m on is leading to my own terrible fate, I don’t want to drag you down with me when this is all over.” Anxious, he stuttered fiercely, the words swarming in his head failing to correspond with the ones flying past his lips. “I- I just, uh, I figured I’d flee before you er .. you had the chance to stop me..” Bashfully, Julian stood up in an attempt to move himself further away from you, but your deft fingers gently grabbed ahold of his wrist.
His tall frame hovered over you when you stood with him. Maybe it was anger or distress, or even both, but abrupt emotions bubbled inside of you at the jolting revelation. “So you were just planning to leave without even saying goodbye? I’m a part of this now. It was never your decision.” Just the notion of a scarring betrayal played out by him tugged the strings attached to your heart in all the wrong ways. He mentioned something along those lines in previous conversations, ones that were quickly fixed with your help. Now, somehow there was no need for conscious reasoning to know he really considered leaving this time. You felt it.
You couldn’t fight the urge to hold him close, and soon your arms encased his lanky torso. Enthusiastic, he clung hopelessly to you like you might disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. “We’re in this together, no matter what. I choose this. I choose you, and whatever comes with it. I won’t let you sabotage this, Julian.” The closeness allowed you to deeply breathe in his invigorating, earthy aroma. “I care about you more than anything.”
“I can’t help but wonder why that is? There are so many others your time would best be spent with, yet you’re wasting it on someone like me.” He timidly voiced his doubts out loud.
“None of them are nearly as overly dramatic, stubborn, and irresponsibly impulsive as you.” His cheeks flush at the statement. Ready to utter a thousand claims to defend those actions, Julian opens his mouth to respond, only to be intercepted by you. “But most importantly, no one comes close to the brave and selfless man I’ve fallen for. You do know I love you, right?”
He’d never get tired of hearing you express your love to him. But nothing felt better than feeling it. He pulls back to place a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his lips press firmly against yours. His mouth parts and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Julian groaned, his body sagging against yours as he lost himself in your touch.
Gods, did he love hearing you say those words. Much like the first time you told him you loved him, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t believe there was a chance you could ever love him, but you did, and knowing that was the best thing in the world. “Of course,” he breathed, “And I love you, darling, but..” His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and you recognized the common ‘I’m not worthy of your love’ speech coming on.
“There is no ‘but’. I want to be with you, to love you. I’m not walking away when things get difficult.”
“Don’t you understand, love? Nothing is easy when I am involved.” There was no reasonable reason for denying the truth he believed lay behind that statement. But maybe, just maybe it didn’t have to be that way?
With sincere and intense conviction, you spoke honestly, “I’m willing to take that chance.” You cared too much about what happened to him. There was no way you’d let him face his troubles alone.
Lost in thought, his gaze trailed over every aspect of your facial features. Only a fool would be daft enough to let something so beautiful slip away from them. “You’re remarkable,” A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “..I guess I should thank you for uh.. stopping me from doing something I’d regret for the rest of my life.” Content with his newly restored confidence, he was bolstered enough to accept it: he was lucky to have someone like you.
Smiling, you tenderly kiss him. “Don’t mention it.”
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this is kinda old, but i wanted to rewrite it since i didn’t like how it was written. new and improved fr
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ok what about soft moments w the main six???
The Arcana HCs: the best part of the day with M6
~ @godslayer143 requested something like this too, I think their words were "romantic tidbits throughout the day" and something about that phrasing made me melt. anyways here you go, much love from - brainrot ~
Julian
Every evening you spend with him is a gift
He's got the kind of anxious energy that peaks in the late mornings and he likes to fill his day with things to do and people to talk to and places to see
He really mellows out when the sun begins to set, and that's when he comes home and realizes that he's forgotten to eat a meal or hydrate (he's trying, he promises, he just gets distracted) and that's when you've learned to have your time free to catch your breath together
Sometimes this looks like having a hot plate of food ready or a cool glass of lemonade, sometimes it means sitting next to him and asking about his day while he strips off all the heavy outer layers of his clothing and lets the day's sweat air out
Those little moments of grounding become the thing he measures his days with and you will never fully understand how much he appreciates them
He in turn likes to make you feel special, every night is date night
Maybe it's drinks at the Raven, maybe it's attending or watching him perform a play at the community theater, maybe it's a walk on the beach while he tells you about his days at sea
He's a hopeless romantic, and he's hopelessly romantic for you
Asra
If mid-morning wasn't your favorite time of day before, it is now
Because that is when they wake up
You've got your own schedule to keep but now you know to be free around 10 AM and have some tea on hand
They're the most refreshed when they wake up, the light is golden and the air is warm, the day is full of the unknown, every muscle is relaxed from sleep, and when they start to emerge from their pile of sheets and pillows the first thing they get to look at is you
There is nothing wrong with being a naturally guarded person, but these are the moments when he can be completely open with you and he treasures each one
Drowsy cuddles are the best, the lines from the pillow are pressed into their cheek, they have the fluffiest bedhead, their clothes are rumpled, and they're fixing you with the most lovesick gaze
You have never seen dimples look so soft, he's pressing chaste little kisses to whatever part of you he can reach and murmuring sleepy sweet nothings just to watch you blush
He's going to spend the rest of the day trying to make you feel as loved as waking up to you did for him
It'll be creative little gestures, a little note on the counter, your favorite drink in the coolbox, maybe a surprise date rambling through the alleyways until you find a new place to eat
Nadia
Late nights with her are unparalleled
She is fully dedicated to taking care of Vesuvia, and her days are tightly scheduled with meetings and committees and important dinners
But once Vesuvia's asleep, she can dedicate all her attention to you
You know being around people and maintaining a city's well-being is tiring, so you like to gather everything she needs to relax with you
You got Portia to write down her evening routine in detail, so when Nadia's finally finished her state dinner you have her bath drawn and your hands free to de-style and brush and wash her hair
Once you're both in your dressing gowns you'll go somewhere quiet to enjoy the night view
A lot of the time it's a slow walk through the wilder parts of the palace gardens, breathing in the cool night air, talking about the day and checking in with each other
Often it's going up to the contemplation tower and opening the windows, sharing a nightcap and stargazing
The sleep she gets after nights with you is restful and dreamless, and it makes her want to give you the same peace it brings her
She may be busy, but you will always be her priority and she makes sure you know that
Muriel
Early mornings with Muriel are spectacular
Unless you're the type to go to bed a few hours after sunrise, he is definitely up before you are
He has chickens to feed, and a host of protective wards to refresh
And now, he has you to make breakfast with
It takes some effort to consistently open your eyes as the sun is rising and he's just returning from his walk around the perimeter, but it's worth it to cook next to him
You've been adding new items to the menu besides just eggs, and now you two have the perfect synchronized dance as you assemble a breakfast of yogurt, nuts, fruit, and bread
You'll sit together in the doorway, watching the sun rise and mist clear, snuggled next to him for warmth in the morning chill with Inanna laying over your feet
These are the moments that tell Muriel that all is right in the world, something he rarely experienced before he met you
He used to sleep to escape the discomfort of going through life, but now he looks forward to waking up so he can begin a new day with you
He in turn wants you to feel empowered to make whatever decisions you want to, and will happily sit down with you in the evenings with a hot drink and listen to you tell him all your thoughts
Portia
You have a lunchtime tradition with her
It's one of the few points in the day that you can plan on having free, without expecting to have something you want to do with it besides eat with each other
Mornings are an organized rush to get out the door, and evenings are full of social activities, but lunch is one hour to sit and eat with minimal interruptions
You take turns packing a picnic and you'll meet up wherever works - in the palace gardens if you're in Vesuvia, on the ship deck if you're on a trip, on the front steps of the cottage if it's your day off
She makes the best sandwiches and Asra taught you the skill of perfect tea brewing, and there's always baked goods somewhere
She'll kick off her shoes and sit in the sun, her hair shining and her face steadily freckling, blue eyes twinkling as she schemes for your evening plans and belly laughing about all the funny things she's heard and seen so far
As someone whose schedule is organized around other people's activities, you organizing your schedule around time with her means the world to her
She wants you to always feel as relevant and important as you make her, and it shows. Whatever challenge you want to take on, she's putting her all into it right next to you
Lucio
He's at his best in the afternoons
He is a naturally early riser, but he's a naturally early riser who doesn't like mornings, so he tends to pout his way through the first several hours of the day
Evenings are when he really comes alive, which means he's too energetic to stop and connect
Afternoons are when he's just been rejuvenated by lunch, when the air is nice and warm and the day is at its busiest, when there is still work to be done and therefore a task to focus on
When you're on the road with him, it means swinging your clasped hands between the two of you as he teaches you the rowdiest drinking songs and tells you of the mischief he got up to as a kid
Since your childhood memories are faint at best, he likes to retell his childhood like you were a part of it, and imagine what sort of youth he'd have had with you
On off days, it means a sparring session, practicing footwork, strengthening your grip, learning new techniques
He's beautiful in his element like this, golden hair and arm glinting in the sun, a rosy glow across his face, and his sharp, proud smile as he compliments your hard work
You were quick to recognize and encourage the good in him, and he is determined to do the same for you in every way he can
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the-lazaret · 1 year
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I dusted off this old fic I had almost finished years ago, and got it uploaded!
This one is for those of you who wanted to kiss Consul Valerius, because, same. Kiss him over a game of chess, if you like.
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