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paperstarwriters · 9 months

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Sleep

Muriel x Reader

Warnings: Sleepy reader, a kiss is used to shut the reader up. Muriel manhandles reader a bit

Summary: It's late. You're tired, and Muriel is too. All he wants to do is bring you to bed.

[A/N]: Reader is currently me rn. I should really head to bed lol. Also, if this looks familiar, this is the file "A bed and a book" from that WIP Wednesday I did a while ago. (I'll link it tomorrow lol. I need to sleep...)

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Word count: 2,021

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Muriel watches you amidst the growing cold of the hut.

He watches you tremble and shiver, as you work, too focused to notice your own quaking limbs, or too busy to give it any attention. The fire dies in the fireplace, and though there was plenty of firewood that he could easily restock the fire with, a roaring fire with no one to watch over it only ever spelled trouble.

Usually he didn't even let the fire keep going this late at night, but you needed it while you worked.

You also, however, needed sleep.

"It's late."

You hum, continuing to scribble as you mutter something about a fleeting idea before you respond.

"I know. Just let me finish this."

Muriel huffs. That's not the first time you've said that and he knows full well that it won't be the last either. He pulls himself from the warmth of the bed, where he had been waiting for you, and plants his feet on the cold floor. The feeling makes him flinch for a moment, and he decides with a sigh, that he would give you one more chance.

"No. It's really, really late."

"You don't have to wait up for me."

In another moment, in another context, Muriel might have blushed at being caught caring for you. At being caught waiting or anticipating your return to his side. Currently however, a streak of frustration, fleeting but hot, burns in his chest. He "doesn't have to"? If he didn't wait up for you, you'd waste yourself away working on your projects. If he didn't wait up for you, he'd have to fall asleep and wake up to empty arms as you sit there just within reach and yet so far away. If he didn't wait up for you, would you ever sleep at all?

Muriel scoffs, and he wonders if you can hear it through your work. He wonders if you can hear him stand from the bed, and stride over towards you. Hearing you gasp as he wraps his arms around you, he figures you didn't, which only serves to target the selfish and greedy part of him—the part that makes his frustration flare all the more at the absence of your attention, the absence of your body pressed against his own.

The look you give him, wide eyed and filled with a startled awe, serves to soothe him for a moment, easing that need for attention, but it brings back to his focus the dark circles under your eyes, and the tremble of your hands hovering over your paper. It's a horrible combination really. The selfish and greedy need for your attention, for your skin against his, made virtuous through his concern for your health and your desperate need for sleep. It made it all the more hard to tell the line where he was being greedy, and where he was being concerned. Yet, if he wanted you to be happy and healthy by his side, could that even really be called greed?

As shock melts into confusion, Muriel can feel your trembling body melt against his, relaxing into the offer of sleep and rest that you continue to deprive yourself of. Greed, Muriel decides, is a kind and necessary thing to indulge in if it means you get to rest.

"It's late," he reiterates.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you glance around the room, clearly not believing time to have slipped past you so quickly. Knowing you’re delirious with exhaustion, he doesn't trust you to realize that he had stocked the fireplace earlier that day to burn late into the night, and that no, he did not do anything that may speed up the burning process in any way.

Instead, he drags his hand down to your own, trembling as you grip your pen as if you feared it might be ripped away from you in any given moment. Though the temptation to do so is there, he knows full well how ineffective that would be. Instead, he trails his hand down your forearm. The rest of your arm is still pinned down by his in a half hug, but he doesn't even need to exert much pressure to keep you in place—your exhaustion doing most of that work for him.

Fresh from the confines of the bed, his hand and body still cling to the remains of warmth, a sharp contrast to your own, left night-chilled in the absence of the fireplace. It's clear, with the trail of goosebumps and shivers that appear in the wake of his touch, that you're freezing right now, and in desperate need of blankets and warm, warm cuddles.

His hand makes his way down to yours eventually, and he can see the twitch of your fingers as you're tempted to drop the pen to take his hand into your own. Pressing his thumb to the seam of your wrist and your palm, Muriel feeds the temptation, massaging the tender skin as best he can manage despite his calloused fingers. He’s careful not to seem too desperate for you to relax and drop your work to follow him back into the warm embrace of the bed. Up and down, he works his thumb from the centre of your palm to your pulse on your wrist. Little by little your hand sags in his hold, your pen drooping and slipping from loosened fingers, until it finally falls and leaves a splatter of ink on the wood of the table.

Your eyes dart down and your hand tenses up prepared to apologize and clean up your little mess, but Muriel refuses to let you fuss over something so trivial when your own health is at risk. His face dips into the crook of your neck, his lips spattering kisses against your skin luring you further into his embrace until your eyes flutter closed and your head bobs against his shoulder, fighting a futile battle against the urge to sleep.

Letting go of your hand, and slipping his hand instead beneath your legs to scoop you from your seat, Muriel realizes that he too must be a little delirious with sleep. Blush grows against his face, while he continues to press kisses against your skin, but he doesn't have much energy left to care about how embarrassing his affections may be. Instead, he sighs his lips still pressed against your skin as he pulls you into bed.

"Next time, I'm dragging you to bed the moment the sun goes down," he blurts, uncaring for any embarrassing connotations you might derive from his words. Instead, he focused on holding you close against him, in his arms where you belonged as you wormed your own arms around him, finally settling into his embrace.

At least, he thought you were settling into his embrace.

Despite how your body was nearly a puddle of boneless goop in his arms, exhausted and ready for sleep, you try to turn looking back to the table where your pen and papers lay.

"my pen—" you try to argue.

"it's fine," he mutters, his voice a bit gruff with his own exhaustion. "Go to sleep"

"But the ink—"

"it's fine," he grumbles again, squeezing you tighter in case you tried to slip free. "Go to sleep"

"But—"

Muriel sighs again, loud and irritated and tired, before he leans in and seals your lips with his own. He knows that tomorrow, if he thinks to long about the events of last night, he'll burn himself with how hard he'd blush, but today, all he wants is for you to go to sleep and get some well deserved rest. He's willing to sacrifice a little embarrassment if it means you sleep.

Even if he'd find himself embarrassed tomorrow, he hopes that it'll be washed out with the pride he feels in the moment, burning bright and making his chest tight, as he feels you sag in his arms. You’re melting from his kiss alone and that makes his heart soar. The effect he has just from kissing you is wonderful sure, but it's the evidence that he knows you that makes him feel the warmest. He knows how to get you to relax. He knows how to make you feel comfortable enough to finally go to sleep. Pulling back, he settles himself back into the crook of your neck, grinning from accomplishments, as he feels you finally seem to drift of to sleep.

Of course, seem is the word of focus here. Since, moments later, Muriel can feel you once again trying to squirm free from his embrace. Though he keeps his eyes closed amidst your little struggle, he holds you tighter, muttering in a sleep raged voice for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Go to sleep.”

You fall limp at his request, though he's more than awake enough to realize what you're trying to do. Waiting and biding your time for him to fall asleep before you. He sighs at the notion, and changes tactics.

"What's wrong?"

You're silent for a moment, still feigning sleep even if he can feel your heartbeat's staccato rhythm from where you're pressed against his chest. He doesn't push though, almost hoping that you'd fall asleep while pretending to do so, but he still waits for your reply, whether it comes or not.

"I just... I have an idea I want to write down."

"You can write it down tomorrow."

"But what if I forget?"

Muriel pauses. The temptation to wave away your concerns with a simple argument like, "if it's important you'll remember tomorrow," sits on his tongue, but he can't help but reflect an answer onto himself. Perhaps it was the constant wash of affection that you'd give him, or how you were often so eager to denounce whatever quiet self-deprecating thoughts he might voice aloud, or maybe it was just how often he was spending time outside of himself, and with you, or Asra, or the others. He doesn't know what exactly caused it, but he knows how it affects him now. He's important, and yet he was forgotten. To you, this project is the same.

This matters to you. Denying its importance will get him nowhere he wants to be.

"You can tell me," he offers, "I'll remember it."

"You're already half asleep."

Muriel cracks an eye open, "you are too."

Your attempt to refute his statement falls short when you yawn, which makes him yawn as well, though his is half muffled around his smile.

"alright, fine," you mutter eventually, tucking your face against his chest. Your arms squirm from their place trapped beneath his own, this time though, rather than escaping, you wrap your arms around him as you finally settle in his embrace for good.

He listens as long as he can, to you talk about the solutions to the puzzle you have noted down in your book, but you're mostly talking to yourself, thinking through the issue, refuting your own claims as you drift off, voice growing weaker and weaker before you finally sag against him, and Muriel can finally settle in against you, able to fall asleep now that you're in his arms, and he is in yours.

Before he settles however, he takes a moment to appreciate his reward, pressing a kiss against your eyelids, before he leans back and appreciates your relaxed and sleeping expression, whispering. You deserve rest like this. You deserve to relax. You've been so busy lately, he doesn't want to see you in pain.

When he finally tucks himself by your side and presses his cheek against your skin, Muriel can't help but chuckle at the chance to just fall asleep just like that. He knows it clings to him now. That falling asleep would be just as easy as that, but it hadn't always been. Sitting up forced to deal with swirling thoughts alone had once been the bane of his existence, but now, curled up with you by his side, he could talk if he needed to, just like you needed to earlier.

Now, falling asleep is as easy as one... two...

....

In the dying moments of his consciousness, Muriel continues to stare at you, pressing another kiss against your sleeping face, as he whispers precious words, fully aware you can't hear him. It doesn't really matter anyways. He'll tell you them all again tomorrow night. And if you can't hear it then, he'll tell you the next day, then the day after that, and the day after that.

"I love you," he mutters. "Goodnight."

#the arcana #muriel #x reader #reader insert #Muriel x reader #Muriel the arcana #Muriel #the arcana muriel #the arcana muriel x reader #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel x mc #muriel x apprentice

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heylookitsyc · 2 months

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Saved by a Sorcerer!

Character(s): Arcana Twilight Sorcerers x GN!Reader

Anime/Game: Arcana Twilight

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: There’s another student that just won’t leave you alone! Good thing you found one of the other sorcerers… maybe they can help out?

Warning(s): None

Note: It’s been some time! Enjoy some Arcana Twilight for now; hope all of you are well! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Story is down below!

“Hey, (Name)! Wait up, I need to ask you something!”

You freeze as you recognize the voice, and you look back to see a classmate from your potions class. The sight of him is enough to make you swear under your breath, and you push through the crowd of students in the hallway, walking a bit faster now.

You manage to find your way outside and into the garden, your eyes catching sight of a certain sorcerer. As your classmate’s obnoxious voice becomes louder, you realize what you have to do.

Without wasting time, you call out the name…

» Arcturus «

“Arcky!”

You rush over to the sorcerer, smiling in relief. You take his hand. “Where were you? I thought you agreed to meet me outside of my last class.”

Arcturus tilts his head in slight confusion, his expression becoming a bit flustered as you take his hand into yours. “Ah, did I? I’m so sorry, (Name)! I don’t remember promising you such a thing…”

Your classmate stops a few feet away, watching you and Arcturus. Their stare makes you squeeze Arcturus’ hand just ever so slightly, and the small action seems to be enough to make him realize what is going on.

“Please, Arcky… you signed us up for that cooking class, remember? The one hosted by that new restaurant that recently opened in Central District?” you say, hoping he would play along with your lie. “You said it would be fun.”

To your surprise, the sorcerer lets out a laugh, nodding and pulling you closer. “Right! I did promise you… I’m so sorry for forgetting, (Name). Let’s get going so we aren’t late.”

Before you can say anything else, Arcturus pulls you along, his grip on your hand tight as he leads you away from your classmate.

Once you two were a good enough distance away, Arcturus stopped walking and turned to you, not letting go of your hand. His smile is a bit more shy now, his cheeks red. “Are you alright? I’m sorry it took me so long to get the hint…”

“It’s alright, Arcky. Thank you for helping me,” you say. “But… I am serious about that cooking class. Do you want to go together? I heard they’re teaching us how to make egg salad sandwiches today.”

His expression lights up, and he nods excitedly as he hums in approval. “That sounds good! Come on, let’s go!”

He continues to hold your hand as you two head towards Central District, the small blush never leaving his cheeks.

» Spica «

“Spica!”

The blonde was busy talking to a few other students, but at the sight of you he smiles slightly. “Good afternoon, (Name). What brings you here?”

“I…” You trail off when you see your classmate come closer, and you are quick to take Spica’s hand. “I was wondering if you could recommend me another book? The one you gave me about the origins of magic was really interesting.”

He looks surprised, but one glance over at your classmate was all it took for him to understand the situation. He nods, and he removes his hand from yours, instead opting to place a hand on your waist and pulling you close.

“Excuse me.”

He nods at the other students before guiding you back inside and towards the library.

As the two of you walk, he continues to gently hold your waist. His cheeks have the slightest hint of pink on them. “Is that classmate of yours bothering you? If so, you can tell me. Your safety and comfort are my priority.”

“He’s a bit… much,” you admit quietly. “Ever since we worked together on a project, he just won’t leave me alone.”

Spica chuckles, the small sound causing you to smile. “I thought so. Many students here can’t help but be curious when it comes to someone from Mid Earthiem. However, that does not give them the right to cross your boundaries…”

You two arrive at the library, and he opens the door for you.

As you step inside, you are suddenly guided to a chair. You find yourself sitting comfortably next to Spica as he scans the shelves, taking out a couple of books.

He opens one of them, taking a seat next to you and leaning in a bit closer. His voice is a bit softer now, less stern than usual. “You wanted me to recommend another book, yes?”

“Yes, please,” you respond. “I want to know more about the world that I’m in. It’s… really different compared to home.”

Spica smiles. “Well, you did tell me you would trust in my judgment… so how about this one? It’s a book my mother would always read to me when I was younger. I can read it to you if you’d like.”

You nod, and you rest your head on his shoulder. “I would like that, please.”

He chuckles, the subtle pink hue from earlier returning to his cheeks. He starts to read the book to you, his voice quiet and calm as he speaks.

After a few minutes you start to doze off, and the last thing you remember is a firm yet gentle hand grabbing your shoulder and pulling you closer.

» Pollux «

“Pollux!”

“Eh?”

The sorcerer’s face becomes bright pink as you suddenly tackle him into a hug from behind, and he starts trying to shove you off. “H-hey! Warn a guy next time, what are you even-!?”

“Please help me,” you say quietly, giving him a slight squeeze as you continue to hug him. “Please.”

Pollux looks over his shoulder to see your classmate nearby, and he frowns. “Seriously? Isn’t that the guy you worked with for our potions project a few weeks back?”

You nod.

Pollux groans, and with a small huff, he moves you so that you are now next to him.

“Pollux? What are you… huh?”

Your eyes widen in slight surprise when he places an arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer. He looks away from you, and you notice the tips of his ears are pink.

You can hear the feigned annoyance in his voice, clear as day. “Don’t think too much of it, okay? I’m just doing this so Spica doesn’t give me another lecture about taking care of you.”

A new voice is suddenly heard from behind the both of you. “Hm? Little boy, what do you think you’re doing with (Name)?”

The both of you turn around to see Alpheratz, who has his hands in his pockets. From the way his hair slightly stuck out, you figured he had just woken up from a nap.

“You do know that if other students see you like this with (Name), rumors will spread,” Alpheratz says, looking a bit amused. He then yawns, rubbing the back of his neck.

Pollux shakes his head. “I don’t care! Besides, it’s not what it looks like… I’m just doing my job since no one else was around.”

“Well, I’m here now.” Alpheratz shrugs. “So you can relax, little boy. No one will try to do anything now.”

Pollux opens his mouth to protest when Arcturus suddenly appears, smiling. “Oh! (Name), Pollux! We were looking for you…”

Vega, who was walking alongside Arcturus, is quick to notice Pollux’s arm around you. “Pollux, why do you have your arm around Summoner?”

As more sorcerers suddenly appear, Pollux quickly lets go of you. He still looks away, clearly embarrassed now that more sorcerers have arrived. Your classmate from earlier seems to have left after seeing that you were no longer alone.

“I-I’m just doing my job…” Pollux mumbles.

You smile, and as Arcturus asks all of you if you would be interested in trying a new restaurant in Central District you reach out and subtly link Pollux’s pinky with your own.

His face becomes an even brighter shade of pink, his face now almost matching his hair. He says nothing, instead giving your pinky a small squeeze in return as he tries to hold back a smile.

» Alpheratz «

“Alpheratz!”

The sleepy sorcerer was leaning against a tree, arms crossed as he dozed off. At the sound of your voice, however, his eyes slowly open, and a soft hum escapes his lips.

“Hm?” He yawns, standing up straight now. He shoves his hands into his pockets, the sleepy expression still on his face. “(Name)... what’s wrong?”

You are quick to tug on the sleeve of his school jacket, eyes wide with panic as you see your classmate drawing closer. “Hide me, Alpheratz, please…”

Alpheratz follows your gaze, and his eyebrows raise just ever so slightly when he finally realizes what’s causing your panic. “Oh…”

He quickly raises an arm, and you find yourself pressed up against the tree that he had been leaning on. You feel your cheeks go warm as he stares down at you, his expression now more awake and serious.

From the corner of your eye, you notice that your classmate has stopped walking, now staring at you and Alpheratz with a mixture of shock and anger.

Alpheratz frowns, looking a bit annoyed now. He sighs. “How tiring… I can feel him staring holes into the back of my head.”

The sorcerer leans in a bit closer, his face now mere inches away from yours. “Give it a few more seconds. He’ll leave soon enough.”

You nod, staring up at Alpheratz. You didn’t really trust yourself to respond at the moment, your cheeks still feeling a bit warm from the close proximity.

Eventually, your classmate storms off, grumbling under his breath.

Once he’s gone, you immediately breathe a sigh of relief. “He’s gone… thank you, Alpheratz. You can back away now.”

The sorcerer doesn’t move, still staring down at you. There’s a hint of annoyance in his voice, as if irritated by your words. “Hey… you really think you can ask me for a favor and just leave like that?”

You’re quick to wave your hands in front of your face, shaking your head quickly. “No, no! Alpheratz, I just… meant that you don’t need to protect me anymore since my classmate is gone. You can go back to napping now.”

His expression softens, and he sighs. “... it’s only fair that you return the favor.”

“But who do you need protecting from?”

His hand grabs onto yours, and before you can protest you feel yourself being pulled down onto the ground. You find yourself now face-to-face with Alpheratz, his eyes already closed as he wraps a strong but gentle arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Protecting you made me tired. Take a nap with me,” he says, and within seconds he was fast asleep.

You stare at him for a few moments before sighing, closing your eyes and ultimately deciding to take a nap as well.

» Sirius «

“Sirius!”

You are immediately greeted by his playful smile, and he closes the tin of candy in his hand and tucks it away into his jacket pocket.

“Oh, my… Summoner, you seem to be in a hurry.” He chuckles, tilting his head a bit as he watches you approach. “Don’t tell me it has something to do with that classmate of yours.”

You sigh, crossing your arms as you look behind you to see your classmate getting closer. “He just won’t get the hint. I’ve been trying to avoid him for weeks but he’s just so bent on asking me out on a date.”

You don’t miss the way Sirius’ smile grows wider as you say the last word, his eyes flashing green for a moment before turning yellow again.

“A date?” he says, sounding amused. “I know a lot of students would find a student from Mid Earthiem interesting… but still. How bold of them.”

You are suddenly pulled towards him, one hand holding your wrist as the other presses against the small of your back as he dips you slightly.

“Sirius! What are you-!?”

“Do not worry, my fair summoner,” he says, his tone equivalent to that of when he would recreate a scene from a play. “I shall protect you from any harm that might come your way. Of course, not without a price…”

He leans in closer, his voice filled with obvious teasing. Just as his lips are about to meet your own, he pauses.

He chuckles. “... it seems as though your classmate wasn’t entertained by our little show, Summoner. They’re gone.”

You look around to see that your classmate has indeed left, and you relax a bit. “Finally. I can’t believe- mmph!”

His fingers make contact with your lips, and immediately a sweet taste fills your senses as he places something in your mouth.

He looks amused as he lets go of you, his hand lingering on the small of your back for just a moment longer than necessary before fully pulling away.

“A reward for taking part in my show,” he laughs. “But you do need to work on your acting skills, Summoner. Your acting skills were horribly absent. No wonder the audience left.”

You roll your eyes, sucking on the candy he had offered to you. It wasn’t too bad, the unexpected taste of mint and honey greeting your tastebuds. “You could’ve warned me before doing that. I didn’t expect you to pull me in so suddenly.”

“Why?” He looks amused now. “Ah, I see… did you want someone else holding you?”

He laughs as he transforms into Spica, and then into Alpheratz. He grins, placing a hand on his hip as he stares at you. “How’s this? Or did you prefer someone more cheerful?” He then transforms into Arcturus.

You stare at him for a moment, before shaking your head. You have a small smile of your own. “They’re all great, but right now I’d like Sirius, please.”

He pauses for a moment, clearly not expecting your response. With a small chuckle, he transforms back into himself and crosses his arms. “You sure know how to make someone’s heart race, Summoner. How cute.”

“I’m only like this when it comes to people I like,” you tease, and he laughs again.

“Careful, Summoner. You shouldn’t say things like that so recklessly… I might do something you won’t like.”

» Vega «

“Vega!”

“Summoner… what seems to be the problem?”

Vega’s usually cool expression falters as you suddenly run up to him, and he is quick to stand in front of you just as your classmate catches up to you.

“What the-!? Hey, move!” Your classmate demands, only to freeze when Vega suddenly draws his sword.

“What business do you have with Summoner?” Vega asks calmly. Despite his neutral tone, his stance and gaze on your classmate showed that he was ready to protect you if needed. “You seem to be making them uncomfortable.”

“Look, I just want to talk! They keep avoiding me and-”

“Then you should take the hint and leave,” Vega interrupts. “Summoner does not wish to speak to you. Leave them be.”

Your classmate looks like he wants to argue again, but he stops when he sees you grab Vega’s hand. Vega’s hand immediately stiffens under your touch, and a faint pink color forms on his cheeks.

“I have plans already,” you say. “So please leave me alone.”

Your classmate looks between you and Vega for a few seconds before scoffing. “Are… are you serious? Out of all the sorcerers, don’t tell me you chose this one.”

Without thinking you grab Vega’s sword, earning a surprised gasp from your classmate as you point it at him. “Leave.”

Your classmate rolls his eyes. “You know what? Fine! You aren’t even worth it…”

Once your classmate finally leaves, you turn to Vega.

“Here…” You return his sword. “I’m sorry, he was just so persistent and wouldn’t leave. Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“It’s… no problem, Summoner. As long as you are safe,” he says quietly. His gaze seems to be focused on your hand, which still holds on to his own.

You laugh softly. “Vega… now that I think about it, there’s a new gelato place that opened up in Central District. I heard that their raspberry flavor is really popular right now. Do you want to go with me?”

“I… don’t see any reason to refuse. Who else will be joining us?”

“It’ll be just you and me, Vega.” You give his hand a gentle squeeze. “Is… is that okay?”

For a moment his expression remains neutral, before his lips turn up to form a small smile.

“That would be just fine, Summoner,” he says. “Let’s go.”

Unexpectedly, he takes the lead, putting his sword away and gently pulling you along as the two of you make your way to Central District to get some gelato.

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emmaloo21butwriting · 11 months

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As a minor, when I block tags like ‘Tw smut’ ‘smut’ ‘lemon’ etc, why do people not tag that? And if you write that at least put a warning and a keep reading! It’s really annoying

Edit; replaced right with write because I’m dumb

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nyxiswrites1200 · 3 months

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For the pairing and number thing, could I ask for #64 and #66 with a gender neutral reader for Asra from the Arcana? Just a very cute SFW fanfic would be nice 🥹. Anyways, I love your work 👉👈🥹💞

✦ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 ✦

Asra (The Arcana) x GN!Reader

Mentions: Asra (He/They) pronouns

An: Hello babes! Finally getting to some of my requests <33 thank you for your request, here's that fluffy fic for you. I don't think this is that good

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When Asra awoke to find one of his potions spilled on the floor. He knew it could only be one culprit. It wasn't Faust for sure and he highly doubts Julian broke in last night.

His eyes narrowed towards his dearest partner's room. Asra wasn't mad, but they sure did love to mess with you.

Asra stalked his way up to your shared space with him. He gently pushed open the door, his eyes scanning over your still figure on the bed.

"Darling" he gently acknowledged as he swept over to your bedside, taking a seat there. "Did you make a mess this morning?" They inquire, but you don't budge.

You actually weren't even asleep...you just couldn't face Asra with the fact you spilled something that might have been important.

"I know you're awake darling" he chuckled but you still didn't budge. Asra sighs as a fox-like smirk comes to his lips.

"Are you ticklish, love?" He whispers before his hands are at your sides. You can't contain your immediate squirm and laugh. "Asra! Asra, stop!" You shout playfully with another laugh as you push his hands away.

Asra smirks down at you "Ignoring me?" He inquires.

"I felt bad...I didn't know what to say" you sigh and frown a little. "You know, I'm not mad...right?" He spoke softly as he took your hand and kissed the back of it. "It's just a little mess, nothing worth getting upset over" he smiled reassuringly.

You felt your face heat up at his comfort before sighing. "But it was still stupid, I should have paid more attention" you groan "Maybe you should have found a partner who wasn't such an idiot".

Asra scoffed as he gave you that signature fox look. "You're all I want, darling. My other half, you should know that better than anyone" He smiled warmly. You can't help believe him.

"Now, we're going to clean up this mess and how about we make breakfast together, hm?" He smiled as he pulled you to his chest, kissing your cheek.

"Okay..." You respond with a warm smile.

"That's my darling, and then I can teach you to make that potion you spilled" he smirked.

"Of course" you groan playfully.

#fanfic writer #my writing #reader insert #the arcana #asra the arcana #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra x apprentice #reader is gender neutral #fluff #comfort #requests open #ask response

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zeroone-eleven · 1 month

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The Arcana; Masterlist

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A = angst, F = fluff, H = humor, HC = Hurt & Comfort, S = smut, UE = Upright Ending, RE = Reverse Ending

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Main 6 Headcanons:

M6 Gift giving & thought process [F] [UE]

Nadia Satrinava:

Nothing yet!

Asra Alnazar:

Nothing Yet!

Julian Devorak:

Nothing Yet!

Muriel:

Nothing Yet!

Portia Devorak:

Nothing Yet!

Lucio Morgasson:

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ravenloop · 1 year

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Hello hope your day is ok!

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

[Your face... I know it!]

Pairing: Muriel x Florist!Reader

AN: I did this so late I'm so sorry—but here's your request! I hope you enjoy it <333 also sorry of there's any mistakes, Tumblr is being weird lately.

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It was never easy being Muriel.

Living, knowing he was a burden to his own family. Knowing he has to live with the guilt of who he killed for the rest of his life. Those memories haunted him, especially in moments like these. When everyone purposely stood far from him as he walked through the busy streets of Vesuvia.

Even in the crowded place, people still found a way to avoid him. His appearance alone struck fear in the hearts of people. And it made him... Sad? Annoyed? Want to scream out? He wasn't sure himself.

"Sir? Excuse me... Sir!" A soft voice pulled him out of the dark space in his mind. He looked to the side, a woman was calling him. How long was she doing that?

You smiled as the man finally looked at you. He didn't seem annoyed that you stopped him, thankfully. Just confused.

"Here..." Reaching into the basket you held, you pulled out a stunning orange tulip. You looked at him and then put your hand out, offering the flower.

Muriel was shocked at this. So shocked he didn't even do anything, he just stared down at the flower. Why were you being so kind and caring towards him—warily he narrowed his eyes.

"Flowers often brighten moods. Especially ones with colours like these." You glanced down at the flower in your hand before looking back into the man's eyes, "You seemed a little down... Maybe it could help."

"...Oh." His face goes pink, and he hoped the shadows casted by his cape made it hard to see.

Slowly, he reached out and took the tulip from you. Then quickly, he muttered "Thank you..." before walking faster than ever and leaving the area. It confused you, but you quickly went back to nurturing your flowers.

A week passes.

Muriel is back in Vesuvia.

Once again he roams through the busy streets and markets. It's what he's always done for the past couple years. Nothing is new.

As always, people avoid him. They're terrified of what he is, of what he can do. And many make it clear by hugging their bags and items close to them as he walks past, even though no one even knows him.

Then he reaches a familiar place. Your flower stall. He remembers it because you gave him a flower out of kindness. No one has ever done that for him. That small act never left his mind.

And when he passes by, thinking you'd simply ignore him, he's surprised when you do the exact opposite.

"Um... Sorry, sir? Sir!" He heard your voice for the second time and freezes before turning.

Again you smile at him, and again you pull out a tulip—this time a yellow one—and again you offer it to him.

"Flowers often brighten moods, you... Seemed a little down, maybe it could help?..." You hoped you didn't offend him. His intense gaze kept flickering between you and the tulip. He had almost a shocked expression on his face, but you couldn't exactly tell.

Gently, he grabbed it and uttered, "...Thank you." Before anything else could be said between you two, he left. But you failed to see the tiny traces of a smile on his lips.

Then Muriel notices the pattern.

This goes on for another two weeks. He'd take his usual route past your stall, you'd stop him and offer a tulip, and that would be the end until his next trip into Vesuvia.

It takes time, but he finally concludes and accepts that you're a person not wanting to hurt him.

"Um... Excuse me, sir?" He turns almost immediately this time, a neutral look on his face.

As expected, you smile at him and reach into your woven basket for a tulip. You really liked tulips, didn't you?

"Here... Flowers often—" "—brighten moods," Muriel unconsciously finishes the famous line for you. His eyes widen when he realises what he did and he looks to the side when your eyes go wide.

"You've um... Given me flowers before."

"I... Have?" You don't remember seeing this man before, let alone giving him your flowers. Did you forget one of your customers? A friend? Oh, now you felt bad.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't—"

You cut yourself off when the man sighs and almost hesitantly reaches into a pouch, pulling out a bundle of something. You recognise it as myrrh.

He gives it to you, and you slowly take it from him. The smell of myrrh fills your nostrils and your brain, it's delightful, but then it brings back memories.

You have seen this man before. And you gave him tulips! How could you forget?!

Your face flushes almost instantly at the embarassing fact that you didn't recognise the man you gave flowers to every week. You don't even think about how myrrh is what helped you remember him.

"I'm... Sorry." The man just nods, he himself looks flushed, "It's fine. I... liked... the flowers."

Then he actually smiles at you. It's small, but It's the first time you've seen him do so.

That makes you smile. "What's your name?"

"Muriel...".

"Well, Muriel." You offer the same tulip from earlier again, "Flowers often brighten moods, care to take one?"

At least your flowers finally brightened his mood.

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #the arcana muriel #the arcana Muriel x reader #muriel x reader #x reader #reader insert

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renoed · 1 year

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sweet | spica

❥ —PAIRING spica x gn! reader

❥ —SUMMARY it's not secret to anyone that Spica feels rather fondly for you. It's just a waiting game for when he'll come out and say it, or whether you'll beat him to the punch.

Spica’s not in the comfort of his room for ten minutes before there’s a sharp knock at his door. He’d been busy all day and not had a moment to himself, so when he finally gets his peace and it’s instantly interrupted, he’s tempted to just ignore the sound. He shakes his head to get rid of the idea before shuffling over to the door and opening it to the sight of you.

“Hi,” you murmur, offering a smile.

“Is something wrong?” the blond immediately cycles through all the possible reasons that you could visit him, all of which are the result of some disaster occurring. Before he gets the chance to ask if it can wait until the morning, you quickly cut him off,

“I haven’t seen you today, is all.”

Spica’s almost rendered breathless at your words, heat crawling up his neck and eyes breaking away from your gaze. It was true, you hadn’t seen each other at all. Most days you’ll find the opportunity to sit and talk over a hot drink or bump into each other in the hallways: no matter how busy he was, he’d find time to see you because it would revitalise him more than the sweetest coffee could.

He’s not quite sure when it started: the flushed cheeks and the butterflies. He’s almost certain that whatever has settled in his stomach is much more potent than a few butterflies - when you’re around him it feels more like there’s electricity running through him.

You notice his eyes soften, “you didn’t have to take time out of your evening just to see me.”

You shake your head in protest, not saying anything as you dig your hand into your pocket and pull out two sachets of hot chocolate, pushing one towards Spica until he gently wraps his hand around the offering.

He would argue against the idea of love at first sight, as much as his friends would beg to differ. When Arcturus brought you to Contell it wasn’t as though he knew then and there that he would love you.

He looks at the sachet - it’s an expensive brand, he can tell just by the intricate trimmings on the packet.

“I thought it would be too late for coffee but it feels like part of my day is missing if I don’t see you,” you explain, shifting your gaze away as you feel a wave of heat hit your cheeks. This action means you miss the way Spica’s lips drop open ever so slightly.

He has to clear his throat before he accepts your invitation, almost unable to get the words out, and then immediately assures you that you don’t have to go out of your way for him.

When he thinks back on it, though, there's not a moment that he can remember when he didn't love you.

The pair of you walk to the kitchen in silence, your pace slow as if trying to prolong the inevitable end of the evening. The corridors are silent and barely lit, the majority of the light is from the moon outside and it gives Spica an ethereal glow. You decide then and there that he’s the most beautiful person across every universe with no competition. You could bask in Spica’s company endlessly, without a word being spoken, and feel that the time had been used to the best of your ability. Without regrets.

When you reach the kitchen, he flicks on the light and shuts the door once you’re both inside, to minimise disturbing anyone. He turns to you and offers an outstretched hand, “I’ll make the drinks, since you bought them”.

There’s little point in arguing, as much as you’d like to insist that he let you make the drinks, Spica uses his actions where his words fail, so you hand him the sachet and stand by his side at the counter.

You see each other all the time but this evening feels different. As though the two of you are in your own bubble, able to completely appreciate each other’s company without the risk of distraction. It almost feels domestic, cooped up together in a kitchen just to share some extra time.

“I was disappointed when I realised we wouldn’t get the chance to see each other,” Spica’s voice is almost a whisper at his admittance, eyes unable to meet yours, “it’s the best part of my day. I look forward to it.”

You want to ask him to repeat himself —to pinch you, even, just so you’re sure you’re not dreaming— but you swallow the words, instead reaching out to move a strand of his hair away from his face as you mumble out an agreement, “I look forward to seeing you too, every day.”

His hand moves to grab your wrist softly, as though the touch is barely there, and he turns towards you, hot chocolate sachets long forgotten after being poured into two mugs.

You tentatively move your hand away, feeling his grip drop from your wrist although his gaze remains unfaltering. His eyes remain stuck to you like caramel, occasionally dipping down to your lips. It feels like hours pass staring at each other.

“Are we just gonna stand here or are we making drinks?” you chuckle, snapping yourself away from Spica’s stare and moving over to the fridge to get some milk.

You don’t make it five steps before Spica has grabbed your wrist and tugged you back, spinning you around so that you’re facing each other.

Not even a beat passes before his hands have pulled you forward and his lips meet yours. The sensation is soft and tender, as though you kissed each before, and your hands find their way into his hair. He pulls away and immediately kisses you again, it’s fleeting but so is the moment afterwards.

You grin into the peppered kisses, not being given the chance to speak in between them. You wouldn’t know what to say anyway, so instead you decide to run your fingers through Spica’s hair, creating a momentary pause.

He panics, a cacophony of incomplete words tumbling from his lips in an attempt to apologise in case he misunderstood the moment. His cheeks are a searing red and his gaze refuses to meet yours until you shift your hands to rest on his shirt collar.

A beat passes before you pull Spica to meet your lips again, for longer this time. He tastes of rich coffee and as he moves closer to you he lets his hands rest on your waist.

Pulling away from the kiss, you’re unable to do anything but grin at him, “sorry,” you mumble, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while”.

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#arcana twilight #x reader #reader insert #arcana twilight spica #spica x reader #arcana twilight x reader #arcana twilight spica x reader #renoed

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arcanarubinaito · 3 months

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How It All Went Wrong

Inspired by the “Who Broke It” meme from Parks and Recreation.

This week I’ve decided to do a reader insert fic! I was originally planning to do a special Incorrect Quotes post, but I ran out of time to even start editing it together. I’ll probably do what I planned eventually, but to meet the deadline I switched over to a mini-fic.

(I’m still figuring out how to format my mini-fic/creative writing posts so please forgive the inconsistencies.)

Summary:

It’s the start of a new day and the familiars have all gathered in the Palace to play and run around the mostly empty halls while you and the M6 share drinks and relax on the Veranda. Unfortunately, while they were romping about and having fun, you discovered one of the familiars broke a very expensive vase Nadia was planning to auction off for charity…

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SFW (<18), 1k Words, GN Reader, Reader Insert, No Established Relationship, Asra Alnazar, Nadia Satrinava (Mentioned), Faust, Chandra, Malak, Inanna, Pepi, Mercedes & Melchior, Camio, Reader's Familiar, Whodunnit, Parks and Recreation, Who Broke It?

“So. Who broke it?”

The pack of animals in front of you all exchanged guilty glances. You’d caught them running through the halls in a panic, a mess of feathers and fur as they frantically tried to get your attention; and they had led you back to the scattered shards of what once was a very expensive, very delicate vase. Nadia had planned to auction it off, raising money to instate a proper orphanage; she wasn’t going to be happy about this. You sighed and crouched down, so you weren’t towering over the frenzied herd. “I’m not mad.” You said soothingly, reaching your hand out. Pepi was the first to rush forward, pressing into your hand with an apologetic purr. “I just want to know.”

They were all quiet for a long, long moment before your own familiar tentatively broke the silence. “I did it,” They said, but you knew it wasn’t them. They didn’t know who it was, either; the creature was attempting to take the fall for their friends. You huffed out a slight, gentle laugh.

“No, no you didn’t.” Your other hand found the top of your familiar’s head, and you gently scratched at it soothingly. Glancing up at the rest, you swept your gaze over the sea of guilty faces and focused on Malak. The raven looked a little more disheveled than usual, his beady black eyes darting around and his head cocking back and forth anxiously. “Malak?” You prompted. You regretted it almost instantly when you saw the look in his eyes.

“Don’t look at me!” Malak shot back, and his wings flared out. His talons clicked against the marble floor as he began to pace, eyeing the other familiars with a paranoid and scrutinizing glare. “Look at Chandra.” He swept one wing towards her, and the other animals turned to focus on the owl. Her eyes widened further, both surprised and indignant at the accusation.

“I beg your pardon?” Chandra brought herself up to her full height, glaring down at Malak with cold, dark eyes. “I certainly didn’t break it. Unlike yourself I watch where I’m flying.”

“That’s weird, how’d you even know it was broken?” Malak said, almost smugly. As though he thought he’d caught Chandra in the act somehow. You glance at the scattered pieces of sharp ceramic in front of you all, and then back up at the two bickering birds.

The owl extended her wing, feathers flaring as she gestured towards the broken vase. “You imbecile, it is right there in front of us and it is clearly broken.”

“Suspicious.”

“No, it is not–”

“If it matters.” Another voice interjected quickly, and you all turned to look at the two Borzoi standing just off to the side. Melchior had spoken up, Mercedes pressed up against his side and eyeing Pepi. “Probably not… but Pepi was closest to it when we ran past.” Mercedes nodded in agreement.

You saw Pepi’s tail slowly puff up, her pale blue eyes widening in disbelief. “Liar!” She yowled at them, and her ears flattened against her skull. The fur on her back spiked up. “I don’t—push things off of tables, that is a stereotype!”

Mercedes looked amused now, baring her teeth in a grin. “Oh really? Then what were you doing up on the table earlier then?”

“Cats like to be high up to watch things, everybody knows that Mercedes—”

You sighed and held up your hands. “Alright, let’s not fight…”

“Well…” Camio bobbed his head thoughtfully. “Inanna’s been awfully quiet–”

“Really?” Inanna snarled, whipping her head in the cockatiel’s direction. The bird only cackled as the rest of the familiars broke into frenzied arguments, pointing claws and feathers. You could hardly hear yourself think over the uproar, the squabbling animals making so much racket it was a wonder the others couldn’t hear them from the veranda. With a long, suffering sigh you rubbed your hands over your face.

“Okay, that’s enough!” You called out, loudly and clearly enough that your voice rang through the entire hall and shut the bickering animals up. The guilty expressions returned tenfold this time as everyone quieted down, paws and talons shuffling. Your thumb and finger ran up the bridge of your nose, pinching together while you took advantage of the quiet to think. There were a lot of fingers being pointed—so to speak—but none of them were admitting it; and you were inclined to believe they were all speaking the truth as well. You opened one eye to survey the small crowd again, doing a brief headcount. Your own familiar, Malak, Chandra, Camio, Melchior, Mercedes, Inanna, Pepi… no sign of Faust.

“Found help!” Ah, there she was. You turned your head to see Faust slung over Asra’s shoulders as he walked down the hall, the periwinkle serpent waving her tail cheerfully at everyone.

“Faust told me what happened.” Asra crouched beside you and skimmed their fingers over the shattered pottery. “Why don’t we get this fixed up before Nadia sees, hm?” They threw a wink at the other familiars, all of them relaxing just a little bit now. Asra held their hands over the shards, and you watched alongside the familiars as the pieces began to glow softly and draw back together. Glowing golden lines formed where the cracks were as the pieces fit together, melting away to reveal a perfectly uncracked and unbroken surface. They picked up the object carefully and set it back where it belonged. “There we go, good as new. Nobody has to know.” They flashed a toothy smile towards you.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter who broke it then.” The familiars relaxed completely. The only reason you wanted to know was so that whoever broke the vase could properly apologize to Nadia; now there wasn’t any reason for that. You took a moment to give everyone some pets and ear scritches before standing up. “But let’s try to not break any more valuable objects, okay?” You chided them all gently and they murmured their agreements. As you turned back to Asra, you gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“If they’re all together like this, it’s hardly surprising that something broke.” Asra chuckled, guiding Faust off their shoulders so she could rejoin the other familiars. “I was waiting for it to happen. Murphy’s law,” They held their finger up as you both began to walk. “Anything that can go wrong, will. It’s just a matter of how, isn’t it?”

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humbletumblecrudi · 1 year

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𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 × 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 who is gullible and kind, and who can't say "No".

Info on Reader: Reader is intended Masculine and uses he/him/they/them pronouns. Reader is very open and honest, almost to a fault, and is mentioned to do a lot of things they don't want to. Reader is very "do it himself" and is decently strong (able to flip a person). Reader can be Summoner or anyone else.

Warning(s): Canon Typical Violence & Weapons Used | Reader is grabbed at in all parts but they never lose control | Fujoshi's DNI | Fem Aligned Individuals may read as long as they have a Masc MC and stay respectful | Silent Reader/Blank Blogs Will Be Blocked

Timeline: Set within the typical canon, but noticeably post Chapter 4. Ambiguous after that.

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀 is conflicted about this situation he has seemed to find himself in. Your a very attentive and honest man, and he likes that about you a lot. He could see the honesty and genuine kindness in your eyes, but... he can see you giving too much leniency to other students often. Freshman dragging you into studying (copying) your notes was his last straw, especially since this is the fourth time it's happened.

While you both are alone inside the conference room he will bring it up and he will chide you for it, at first. He is going to try and teach you how to say no more often, and remind you that other's should be honest as well, but he stops and realizes that's not the way to do things. You've told him about his sterner behavior before being intense, and tries to just stress that they're using you. He just... cares, and it's sometimes hard to show. He's sorry.

The first few instances of you putting your foot forward were very gratifying to see, especially after you stood firm and turned down the other students. Of course, he wants to help, but he knows you have to do it yourself and just let's you do your thing. But something feels like they aren't taking the message.

It seems that the more you put your foot down, the more displeased the other's became. Students like Alpheratz, even though he doesn't agree with it happening, at least can take a couple no's when he cheekily asks you for a peak at your notes. But freshman aren't so aloof, and can feel slighted more often. Spica would be willing to take these students through detention一

一If you hadn't flipped one of the freshman on their back after they grabbed your shoulder. The freshman scattered like the scared children they are, and Spica notes he'll have to track them down later for disciplinary action. For now, he'll overlook them to check on you and walk you to class. You beckoned him over, and he obligated.

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 is almost the same way with how honest and good-natured he acts, it's like you both were just the sunshines of the school. Fellow students would say you were just too nice as a couple, but they didn't complain. Oh, they wouldn't complain. Arcturus noticed it when he actually was busy with Spica that a fellow student actual got upset he said no...

He was busy? Can he not have time to himself and help Spica as a choice? This small outburst brought to his attention that一okay一maybe he is too forgiving of some requests and does them anyway after not much thought. He thinks on a little bit before hearing a discussion in the hall, and he saw it was you and another student! Oh, hello!

After getting closer, he could hear that you were having a hard time turning this person down gently. You have never been a confrontational man, so Arcturus knew that you were trying very hard, but not succeeding. He took it upon himself to help you, because a good boyfriend helps!

But, it was unexpected that this student would get pissed and grab your lapels to ask you why your not doing this this time, probably wanting something you've done for them in the past. Arcturus freezes up, as this wasn't supposed to happen and he can't believe your being pulled away from him一

一before not being shocked when you grabbed at the wrist holding your clothes and started to pull them away from your clothes. Arty can hear the bones in the other's hand start to pop at the pressure of your grip. They quickly step away, shaking their hurting hand, and stomps off. Your boyfriend checks in on you, as that was scary!

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐗 with you is like a "tsundere talking to sunshine" boyfriends trope, and anyone can see it except for the two in the relationship themselves. Pollux will pull and push, and you'll always respond romantically, and the times you push back are when his face heats like a tomato. It's almost sweet, if not for his growing concern that your... a bit too sweet...

Some would call you charming, almost prince charming, but he's sure he's seen you do things you don't care for. Dealing with bullies is harsh as is, but being confronted by another person's bully and being asked to trap their lunch? He's seen you angry before, but your silence is booming as they laugh and pat your back.

You can do it my guy, they urge, you never say no! It was almost surreal to hear that out loud, and so brazenly! How scummy can this student get! Pollux makes the first move by confronting them and telling them off, and trying to get you out of their grip as they were confronted. You start to speak up after the fighting got heated, and everything went quiet.

That was, before the so called ringleader tried to grab your shoulder, and your eyes widened as you were dragged backwards from the grip. Pollux was about to launch forward to help, when he saw you already reaching back to grab the student.

A quick stance change and grip on the student behind you sent the other flying over your shoulder, and crashing into the ground. You start to walk away, looking very upset, and you drag Pollux with you while he blubbers a bit. Of course, he's all for leaving with you, but are you okay? Do you need a drink?

𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀 is the definition of touch-starved, and if your hugs aren't enough to warm his chest and cheer him up, he's unsure what will. It's... nice to be around his boyfriend, even if he can't muster to accept hugs in public. He's thankful you refrain from PDA at his request, but he's also a bit concerned when he sees you want to... but don't, again, for his sake.

He knows your behavior better then anyone else, and he knows you'll be taken advantage of at this school. Sorry, but it's just true. No matter how nice or charitable you are, someone will eventually be entitled to your time. Of course, you promise your time is only entitled to him (which made him blush) and you'd be more careful.

He can only take your word on it, and he trusts you. He'll go his separate ways in the morning, and if he sees you before breaks it's a coincidence. He can't hear what the others around you are saying, but your not at all pleased. A deep instinct inside him warns him this will be bad, and he matches over.

Before he can get there, hands have already found themselves on your person and he wants to brandish his weapon to ward them off. Yes, it would lead to more paperwork and a visit from Spica, but physical retaliation was all he could think about!

It wasn't even a few seconds before he could touch either you or the aggressors shoulder that he heard bones popping from pressure. From this close, he can see your grip on the other's clasped hand, and they cried out as they backed away. Of course, they are escorted to detention, and Vega checks on you.

𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐙 isn't going to enjoy how gullible you can be, but he does enjoy how kind you are. If he has a complaint for how you do too much for others, he has a compliment on how kind you are and how your a breath of fresh air. But don't think you can get away from his (soft) scolding with affection. He's serious.

Of course, you do have free bodily autonomy so he's not going out of his way to follow you and dictate what you do, that's on you boo. He'll still help out his boyfriend if he needs of it but you know he'll get to your side before you can even ask him to help, as he's always two steps ahead of you... while also being two steps physically behind you.

Now, Alpheratz isn't the nicest person and he knows his aloofness sits with people the wrong way. But he'd never expect people to request you tell him to back off from getting in the way of abusing using your kindness.Now that's just cowardly. At least Alph goes face-to-face with what annoys him...

He's about ready to walk around the corner when he hears the guy call you a bastard and tries to grab your shoulder as you attempt to leave, having seen Alpheratz peaking the corner. If Alpheratz was a tiny bit faster, he might have been in the blast zone, so he's glad he stayed put.

From over your shoulder, the bully goes up and over your back and onto the floor just around the corner. From where he stands, Alph leans down to look at the dazed student and lazily grin. Serves the chump right. But how are you doing?

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 definitely benefits from you being gullible, and he can often get the better of you sometimes if you aren't careful. It's never enough to hurt or cause you to lose anything, but sometimes he wastes your time or makes you go in circles. Think about going on the town, him getting "lost", and then giving you "directions". He'll be there eventually and he always kisses you happily.

Having a boyfriend is nice and he will be ecstatic that you two fit so well together, he'll think you're the most adorable guy he's ever dated. He'll tell you your the best and please try not to let people walk all over you today, he's seen you've been bullied lately by the freshman. Of course, you defend yourself and he takes your word for it. Okay, your the boss.

While he was distracted, you grab at the wrist of the student and start to put pressure on it. With a yelp and Sirius basically making this awkward, they slink off shaking their bruising wrist. Sirius, although clearly unamused, does chuckle he also loves your grip strength.

Of course what he says is on your mind all day and you notice most of your requests to help with written homework is... well, just copying! That'll get you in trouble if you share the same teacher with them, and so you finally snatch up your work to put it back up.

And in no time flat, the freshman are offended and try and confront you. They think they're entitled to it and grab at your lapels, when Sirius just seems to slink between you and the ringleader. He's trying to be smooth, but you can tell he's not as happy as his chipper tone suggests.

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curatoroffiction · 11 months

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MC who is physically aggressive in their sleep

Wrote this on my phone, so sorry if the formatting sucks.

This one came to me because I saw this art post in which Azul gets woken up by the Tweels by an aggressive tackle, and I mused to myself "How would I handle waking up that way?"

And I remembered that I am notoriously a physically aggressive sleeper.

I'm talking, my brother once came into my room and grabbed me to wake me up, and the only thing I remember is waking up to someone touching me and opening my eyes to realize my fist was primed to punch him and my hand was gripping his shirt to hold him in place.

".. You ASKED me to wake you up??"

".. I am so sorry. You are so right. My b."

So this one goes out to my peeps who wake up swinging like they're in a bar fight.

First and foremost, characters who love to mess with people and see what makes them tick? They're gonna fuckin' love this little problem of yours. The first time you wake up swinging at them, they're going to get a thrill out of it, out of getting to see a new side of you. Bonus points if you're normally a chill person, because this is gonna make them see stars.

Responsible characters will find it off-putting and will earnestly be a little shocked at first. They'll make the connection pretty quickly that you probably had something in your life that made this a problem for you. Some environment of survival, where you weren't safe, even in your sleep. I hope you like protective people, because once a responsible character realizes this is a defense mechanism, they're gonna do everything within their power to make you feel physically safe. They might also be itching to personally kick some ass on your behalf.

Characters with a rough past might feel a certain kindredness with you. Seeing you become aggressive at being touched in your sleep would surprise them at first, but they'd instantly get it. They'd apologize, and if you tried to apologize for almost tearing their lights right out of their head, they'd probably just go "Nah, it was my bad for touching you in your sleep. Your reaction was fine." - If they weren't already hanging out with you, they definitely gravitate towards you now.

Sweet characters will probably panic. You wake up to wide eyes and cowering. When you get flustered and apologize, they just get kind of quiet and ask why you do that when touched in your sleep. Even if you tell them it's nothing serious, and that you feel more embarassed that anything, they will absolutely take it more personally. I feel like sweet characters would fall into two subsects where some would be scared/nervous around you when you're asleep - Meanwhile, others would catch on way more quickly than anyone else that it's a defense mechanism, and their anger on your behalf would be palpable.

Chill characters would laugh it off like "Haha, what the fuck my guy" but they'd probably be calculating what kinds of environments or incidents could have caused you to do that.

Your best bud type characters would scoff like "What the FUCK- CHILL" and probably reprimand you for scaring the crap out of them, but they'd also start asking a lot of questions. If you don't like answering questions, be prepared for them to tell everyone and their mother "Don't wake ___ up, they'll beat the crap outta you for it". You will never live it down, and they WILL laugh at you for it.

Calculating characters would probably be caught offguard if they woke you up and you almost punched their lights out. Temporarily shaken that they hadn't anticipated this outcome, they might need a minute before they'll re-regulate again. They will also be infinitely more interested in learning about you, since they obviously don't know enough.

Stoic characters wouldn't be phased by it, but they also would be concerned for you. Might tell the responsible characters about what you did so they can help you, if they feel like they themselves aren't equipped to help you.

Bonus;

Non-human characters wonder if this is a human trait, and have to have this idea challenged by other humans. God help whatever circumstance or people made you the "Wake up swinging" brand of fucked up, because if the non-human discovers it's a sign if trauma, they're gonna be ready to tear some heads off.

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raizeal · 11 months

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What I Once Was

(Asra x Reader)

We all know Asra is very sweet and gentle. But what if he wasn't? In other words, my angst-driven mind came up with this idea because I love making myself SAD. But there will be romance. So enjoy being sad with me! (this will be a multi-part story, so consider this a prologue? Sort of.)

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Rain streaked down the window you looked out, perched on a chair in front of it. You had been sitting there for how long now? Minutes? Hours? You were unsure, unseeing eyes following the trails of water down the glass pane, almost as though they were mirroring the trails that were near dry on your chilled face. The shop was quiet, save for the single candle burning in the room, hungry flames licking up the wick. Every small noise you heard caused your ears to perk up, hopeful that the flippant magician had returned, only to sag further into the chair when you came to the realization that he was most likely not coming back.

You had returned to the shop after a few hours, having gone to town to peruse the market for anything that may be useful to you throughout the week and were excited to show Asra your finds. You went to unlock the door, but your hand met no resistance, the door pushing open with a light touch. Finding this odd-you swore you remembered to lock up before leaving this morning-you cautiously entered the dark shop, eyes scanning the immediate area. Nothing seemed out of place, and there were no signs of any rummaging or forced entry. You began to brush off the situation as just a poor mistake you had made when a noise erupted from the back room, followed by hushed curses.

Without thinking, you barged through the velvet curtain closing the back room off front the rest of the shop, coming face to face with an agitated looking Asra pouring over what appeared to be some sort of ancient text. Either he was too consumed in what was before him to notice you, or he simply just did not care to notice, because he did not look up from the scroll, even when you spoke.

“Asra?” you asked, cautious. It was rare to see him so frustrated, and he could get testy when in this sort of state, so you weren’t too keen on setting him off. You set your bag with your market finds on the ground and slowly approached him. “Is something wrong?” Asra paused at your question, exhaling forcefully, his breath causing the hair in front of his eyes to flit before settling back in place.

“Is something wrong?” he echoed, venom in his voice. This caused you to halt in place. He had never spoken with you in such a tone, always being very soft and caring in his words and actions. He kept his attention on the worn papers in front of him, not acknowledging your presence outside of echoing your question, before adding in a hushed tone, “it’s not like you could help with it, anyway.” Well now you knew something was wrong. It was rare to see him like this, but it was even more rare for him to belittle your ability to help him solve something. Asra was powerful-very powerful-but so were you. The two of you had worked together on things so many times that you could honestly say you had lost count. You took another step towards him, reaching out to rest the tips of your fingers on his shoulder. You felt him tense under your touch.

“Asra,” you inhaled a steadying breath. “I’m sure whatever it is you’re looking for, having two sets of eyes searching instead of one would be more beneficial. Especially considering the state it seems to have you in.” When he merely sighed in response, you pushed a little further, slipping your hand down to reach for his. “Asra-”

“Please go.” The finality in his voice took you by surprise. He rose to his feet then, agitation seeming to roll off of him in palpable waves. You stayed rooted in front of him, causing him to glower at you. “If I am being entirely honest, you’re possibly the last person I want to see right now. So I would appreciate it if you would leave.”

Whether it was indignation or stubbornness that guided your response, you were unsure. You crossed your arms and stared hard at the white haired magician before you.

“This is my home, too, Asra. I have just as much right to be here as you do.” You threw your hands up in defeat, frustration washing over you. “What is your deal tonight? You’ve never acted like this.” With me, you mentally added, but figured those words were best left unsaid.

Asra dug the heels of his palms in his eyes, as if rubbing them hard enough would make you disappear and chuckled darkly.

“And who are you to say anything about how I’ve acted in the past? You don’t remember any of it, anything about me, about us!” He ground his teeth together, and you saw small sparks of magic flicker around his fingers as his temper rose. He fixed you with his intense stare. “It was a mistake to bring you back when you’re no longer you.” Before you could react to his words, he was sweeping the scrolls off of the small table in the room into a bag, slung it over his shoulder, and vanished from the room without uttering another word.

The shock of it all sat heavy in your stomach like a lead ball. A mistake to bring you back? He had never implied at feeling that way; he was the first person you saw when you awoke, sheltered in his arms. He taught you everything, from how to speak to how to use and control your magic once again. And he was always so patient with you, so caring. You scrubbed at your eyes with the back of your hand, the telltale sting of tears burning the corners of your eyes. He wanted you gone, he made that very clear. And you had no idea where he had gone or how long he would be gone for, but you’re certain things would come to a head if he returned and you were still sitting there.

You forcibly hoisted yourself from the chair you had practically been cemented to and made your way to the upper level of the shop were the two of you lived. Used to live, soon, your thoughts interjected bitterly. You grabbed a linen bag and began blindly throwing things into it without paying much mind; a few spare sets of clothing, a bag of coins, and your prized tarot deck. Throwing a shawl over your shoulders, hurried footsteps carried you to the back door of the shop. The same door he had left you through only hours ago. Unsure of where to head, but knowing you needed to be anywhere but here, you headed out into the chilled Vesuvian evening, pulling the heavy door shut behind you.

#the arcana #the arcana x mc #the arcana x reader #asra x reader #asra alnazar #asra the magician #asra the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana mc #writing #mc the arcana #self insert #asrathearcana #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #muriel the arcana #lucio montag

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paperstarwriters · 2 months

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Billowing Fabrics

ouagh. I wouldn't typically post a fic like this lmao I feel like it's kinda underbaked so to say? but deadline is coming in and I don't have the leisure to leave the fic to just bake in my WIP file like I do with other fics 🥲 Not a bad thing neccicarily but if the fic isn't as perfectly polished that's why lol.

anyways,

Pairing: Muriel x reader (romantic)

Warnings: N/a

Summary: You've accidentally made one of your sweaters a little too big when you were trying to make it bigger and slouchier for yourself. Muriel finds your work and takes it upon himself to fix the worn down sweater. Not for any particular reason no, no... he just found a sweater that seemed to fit him....

Vesuvia Weekly Prompt | Masterlists | The Arcana Masterlist

Word count: 1,426

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The objective is a complicated one, but it was supposed to be simple with the aid of magic.

The spell is a simple one, but the objective you want to achieve has made it overly complicated.

You wanted a longer sweater for the upcoming months something long on the lower end with equally long sleeves to tuck your hands and legs into when it got particularly cold, turning yourself into a ball of soft fabrics—a sponge of soft fabrics when you inevitably leaned against Muriel.

There were a handful of well failed attempts that you've since set aside to mess around with later with the help of some borrowed yarn from Portia , or attempts that near destroyed the sweater you were working on. Thankfully the bunch you've targeted using, were either sweaters that have already been worn to bits and a handful of cheaply bought sweaters for more experimentation.

From the various failed attempts you have one sweater that ended up with sleeves so long you could use it for a scarf. Another attempt stole fabric from the sleeves to lengthen the torso portion, and one of the attempts had simply made the woolen material far, far, far too thick to work with. Each were an interesting discovery in their own right of course, with the latter one in particular being added as a possible adjustment you would like to make to your end result. Not as thick as the material at hand of course, but something akin to that amount.

Beneath your fingers the well worn fabric of one of your more damaged sweaters stretches and expands. Fabric spills over your lap, as threads twist and turn growing thicker or longer depending on your desires, and as the light finally dims from it's passage through your fingertips and into the very fibers of the sweater you find yourself with a substantially larger and thicker sweater, fluffy and soft, though a little too big around the collar, and the sleeves seemed a pinch too loose. Practically perfect though! You promptly turn your attention to the target sweater you're intent on changing setting aside the successful practice to join the other attempts and work at slowly expanding the sweater. It doesn't take long before your sweater is now larger and comfier and fluffier around you, and very eagerly, you dash out of the hut intent on showing off your new creation.

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Muriel returns, to the pleasantly warm confines of the hut. You're still outside, having gone on a quick trip to the marketplace, to go grab some groceries intent on getting the most important goods before the worst of an upcoming snowstorm hit. Snow wasn't exactly common in Vesuvia but on the odd occasion a wash of cold weather sweeps through, sometimes bringing snow, sometimes only bringing ice. While Muriel felt far more comfortable than most in the cold chilly temperatures, he knew full well he wasn't exactly a good example of an average citizen and though he knew how to manage his way through frost and snow, getting extra groceries was always a good help.

Extra cuddly items like sweaters and blankets couldn't hurt either.

Noticing the pile of thick fabric materials Muriel pokes his way through your failed attempts. You very eagerly showed off your brand new sweater, or well, old-ish sweater with brand new measurements. Made to protect even better against the cold beneath a water and wind proof cape. While you had tried to explain your process to him, bouncing around with glee at your success, Muriel found it difficult to imagine how you had been able to change the fabric to somehow create more of itself.

His hands stop at the sight of one sweater, well worn, and almost tearing at the seams. There's a little hole around the chest, and the sleeves seem to be moth-bitten, and he wonders how long you've had this. It's a much bigger size, clearly a victim of your testing for your sweater, and as he holds it up into the air to inspect it more, he finds it to almost fit his own size.

Tugging the fabric over his head, Muriel is greeted by a wash of scent. You've worn this sweater a lot surely. Perhaps as casual wear at some point of time. He recalls dimly seeing you wear it around the hut on the odd occasion, and though he feels slightly bad, he takes a moment to appreciate the feeling of being wrapped in something that smells so strongly of you.

When he finally pulls the sweater down, he finds the fabric fits him like a glove. No slouchiness or poofiness that you seemed so fond of in your own sweater, but it fits him, and it fits him well, even if there are a few odd holes amidst the seams.

Muriel takes off the sweater, setting it aside atop of your shared bed before he goes digging in the shelves of your stuff. Portia had lent the both of you some yarn at some point, if he recalled, perhaps he could patch a hole in this.

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Muriel returns home a little later than you, and though you're curious to see what he's done while you were out helping Asra and hauling groceries, the question escapes you when you actually see him. Patched with little hearts Muriel wears your old and tattered sweater, the one you made a little too large for you, but perfectly fits him.

And when he walks in the door, he stops, stares, and drops the knitting tools he's likely borrowed from Portia.

And in typical fashion, his face grows pink

"Is that my...?" you barely finish your question before Muriel sputters his reply.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't.... There were a bunch of holes in it and...." Though you try to hide it, try to bite your lips and cover your mouth to hide your grin, there's no mistaking the delight and glee that fills your cheeks, as you grin. Just seeing it Muriel seems to grow worse, face growing redder and redder. "I... Uh.... I didn't ........... It was just there.........and I just thought..........."

You don't say anything, no longer finding any need to hide and instead unabashedly grinning from ear to ear, pleased as punch at the sight of Muriel wearing your clothes. It fits him so nicely, you're almost upset you hadn't thought of doing so yourself.

He goes quiet in reply, staring down at the floor as smoke seems to puff from his ears, while Inanna rolls her eyes behind him and starts headbutting him in through the door. He scrambles to pick up his things at the gesture closing the door and keeping the chill from filling your little home.

Still he tries not to look at you. And yet you can't help but poke and prod.

"Is it comfy?"

He almost jumps at the question. "I.... Yeah. It's really soft and....." His mouth snaps shut with a faint click of his teeth, as he returns to busying himself with putting away the tools Portia let him borrow.

It's just a few tools, in any other scenario, he'd just set them on the shelf and sort it out later, there was no need for him to hem or haw over any container to put them into.

He just doesn't want to look at you right now, doesn't want to see the grin you have at seeing him in your clothes or at what he almost—

"and what?"

He doesn't have to reply, but you both know he will anyways.

With a soft and tepid voice, Muriel turns to just glance at you from the corner of his eye. "It..... It smells nice."

He doesn't say "it smells like you," but you both know that's what he means, and though you can't quite manage a pout around your grin you still lift up the sleeves of your sweater, and open your arms up to him.

"Aww, could you help me make mine smell nice as well?"

And though red faced, and still blushing, Muriel finally turns to you with a smile. How could he not? The prospect of a hug far too enticing, though he still tries to look away to hide it.

Curling up into your arms as his own come up to wrap around you, the both of you find the overwhelming warmth... Pleasant.

Outside it's frigid, icy and cold.

Inside, it's toasty and warm beneath your blanket like sweaters, and the feeling of being totally engulfed the presence of each other.

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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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next next next, "oh stop pouting, i'm coming" with a sleepy sleepy julian, and maybe "sad...i have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with" too? it fits together

I literally forgot about this for, like, a week lmao

“Are you almost done?” Julian asked.

You glanced back at him and couldn’t suppress a smile. He’d moved his pillow to the end of the bed so he could rest on his stomach while still looking at you. Although, with the way his hair was falling in his eyes, you doubted he could actually see anything.

You’d have loved nothing more than to join him, but there was a still a pile of books on your desk that you had yet to begin in.

“No,” you sighed. “I have to get this done, my love.”

“Nadia won’t mind if you take a break, you know,” he pointed out. “In fact, she’d probably be upset if she knew how hard you’re pushing yourself.”

“I know, Julian. But this is serious. People are getting sick and we need to find out everything we can about it. If it’s contagious, if it has a magical origin, how to cure it-“

Julian’s soft chuckle interrupted you. “I’m a doctor, (Y/N). I know this is important. But my point is that you won’t be any use to anyone if you keel over in the middle of dinner.”

You knew he had a point, but you were determined to keep going as long as you could. Determined to avoid a second Red Plague.

“Sorry, my love. You’ll have to sleep without me.”

Julian sighed dramatically, rolling over onto his back and letting his head hang over the edge of the bed. “Shame. I have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with…”

“I know what you’re doing, Ilya,” you said, bringing out his old name to show that you were serious.

Julian flashed you a smirk, somehow looking even more striking upside-down. “Is it working?”

“No,” you said stubbornly.

His smirk faded and now he was pouting at you. “(Y/N), please. We’ve barely seen each other all week. I miss you.”

You turned away, staring at the scroll in front of you, but the words refused to register. Behind you, Julian sighed again.

You knew a losing battle when you saw one.

“Oh, stop pouting,” you groaned, pushing the chair back and getting up. “I’m coming.”

Julian smiled. “I knew that would work.”

“Keep going and I’m going to smother you with a pillow, my love.”

#drabble #oneshot #the arcana a mystic romance #the arcana #the arcana drabble #the arcana oneshot #the arcana julian #the arcana ilya #julian devorak #ilya devorak #julian devorak x reader #ilya devorak x reader #the arcana julian x reader #reader insert

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emmaloo21butwriting · 10 months

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Y’all know what spoilers are right? Cause why aren’t we tagging that? I know I haven’t in the past but if you read Shazam fan fiction it’s a movie you’ve had to have watched the whole thing, same with other things. But like, OUAT? LIKE BRO I FIDNT NEED TO KNOW PETER PANS FATHER IM ON SEASON 3 EP 3 like way to ruin it people. Y’all don’t tag spoilers, I mean, we can’t be friends ngl ((Jkjk))

also sorry if you are seeing this in a non x reader tag like oops

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bonkers-4-hatter · 1 year

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Asra X !Female !Chubby Reader - Wardrobe Swap

Rolling around in you and Asra’s shared bed, you frowned at the empty space next to you. It was still early morning, but he insisted on getting the errands done today to spend more time with you. You didn’t mind of course, you just missed him was all and his morning attention.

This new found opportunity gives you a chance to do something you’ve wanted to for quite a long while. Asra always had the most wonderful clothing; so vibrant, flashy and so fitting to him, he could honestly make anything look amazing. You’ve always wanted to try his clothes on.

You knew most girlfriends wouldn’t hesitate and just do it, but being a bigger girl you had some…reservations you could say.

There were no confidence issues, you wore what you wanted and you were comfortable in your body, you always were and Asra always made sure to tell you his praises and adorations for you and your body, he loved every single inch of you.

It was just…that little voice in your head. The one that’s constantly telling you not to do something, that voice that many listen to, but not today.

Jumping from the bed you hurried over to the wardrobe as you dug through the clothing that Asra had trying to find exactly what you wanted to try.

There was just one reservation you had and it was stretching his clothing, or ripping it more likely as the man had sheer and light clothing. Finding what you wanted, you quickly put on the garments excited and just a bit nervous, but surprisingly it all fit and some was even loose on your bigger frame.

Turning to face the mirror you gasped at your reflection. You looked amazing! The pants which were sheer with gold embellishments fit loosely over your thighs and calves and were a bit taunt around your bottom and waist.You filled out the pants nicely as the tin material swayed and shimmed along with your body movements.

The top was one of your favorites on Asra, the white and gold embroidered one that opened wide at the top. The material was thin of course and it really outlined you well. Your breasts were somewhat covered, but it shaped them quite nicely.

You weren’t sure how long you were staring at yourself in the mirror, but a whistle brought you back to reality. “What a lovely surprise to come home to darling.” Whipping around, there stood Asra leaning against the bedroom doorway, eyes scanning you up and down.

Of course you couldn’t hide as you turned fully to him. The full sight of you made the man lick his lips as he sauntered into the room.

“You look absolutely ravishing darling, but I must say,” standing in front of you, he tilted your head up and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. “These won’t stay on for long.” Sliding the wide top down your shoulders, he freed your breasts as he peppered kisses down your neck, hands cupping and groping your flesh.

Looks like the shop wasn’t going to open today, but you found another way to get his attention a very pleasurable one at that.

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arcanastan101 · 5 months

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Self Love❤️

Femdom!Reader/Sub!Muriel(the arcana)

spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

plot: a sexy little anniversary gift turns into a heated therapy session you can’t take your eyes off of.

Notes: pegging, sex in front of a mirror, lingerie, self confidence issues, embarrassment, forced self love, modern au, feminization

The box was small, plain, and tightly wrapped in a black silk bow. Its contents had been ordered weeks ago in anticipation of your upcoming anniversary, and it had arrived just in time. You'd considered just springing the idea on him; shoving the package into his hands, shoving him into the bathroom, and telling him to meet you in the bedroom once he was done, but that was far too mean. Instead, you’d gradually let him in on the plan, sprinkling small hints here and there, before unraveling the whole truth.

“Muriel, it’s here!” you hollered, excitedly picking the box up off your front step.

Fantasies of the fun to come swirled as you closed the door and walked into the cabin. One idea in particular stood out, something you had been planning for much longer than the rest. Muriel sat in the sun room, carving away at what you could only assume was part of your gift. As you emerged in the doorway he quickly hid his work, dark green irises meeting yours as you presented the box to him.

“What’s this?” he asked, gently taking the container from your hands.

“Remember what we talked about trying?” you asked, a small grin adorning your smile.

“This is that?” he questioned, tugging at the silk of the bow.

“Don’t open it yet, this is just your part,” you giggled, placing your hands on his to stop his motion.

“Are we doing this right now?” he whispered, taking your hands in his, the warmth of his calloused palms spreading into your fingertips.

“Sure, if you’re up for it,” you agreed.

He stood up from his place, the box held to his waist as he leaned forward to kiss you. He smelled strongly of cedarwood, and the warmth he radiated was so inviting you almost wanted to forget about the plan. The kiss lasted a little longer than usual, and a pink tint dusted his cheeks as he pulled away.

“Meet me in the bedroom once you're done,” you ordered, gently stroking your thumb across the stubble along his jawline. He gave you a small smile before parting ways. As you tiptoed to the bedroom your mind ran with thoughts of the tight lace against his honeyed skin; it was nearly impossible to wait for your fantasies to stand before you. You were quick to undress and get into your harness, despite nearly falling in the process. Worried he would return any minute, you fell back onto the bed, reveling in the comfort of the blankets and furs. His earthy scent danced around your head from the blanket beneath you; the familiar smell sent shocks downwards, and you began to wonder what was taking so long.

“Muriel,” you called gently, hoping for a response at the very least.

Yet he was silent, and you waited impatiently atop the mattress. After several more minutes you rose, and walking to the bathroom you were silent.

“Muriel,” you called again, “is everything alright in there?”

Again he remained quiet and a small tinge of anxiety sparked in your mind.

“Y-Yea, I guess,” he mumbled, the tone of his voice so much smaller and weaker than it had been only moments prior.

“Do you need help?” you asked, placing your ear to the door, “can I come in?”

After his quiet approval, you pushed through the door, expecting to see him bent in some strange angle in an attempt to put on your present. Instead he sat on the edge of the tub, the forest green lace and small gold accents sitting beautifully, oh so tightly against his skin. He did not look at you, but rather kept his eyes turned to the floor.

“Is everything ok?” you asked, hesitantly walking towards him

“Why did you buy this for me?” he asked, still refusing to meet your eyes.

“Why? Because I wanted to see you in it, it looks really good on you,” you complimented, gently squeezing his thigh as you took a seat beside him.

“It l-looks so bad, I look so bad,” he whispered, turning his head away from you to face the wall.

“What was that?” you asked, this time moving to grab him by the chin and force him to meet your eyes.

“I-I don’t look good, I’m sorry,” he whispered, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to face you, and tightening his arms around himself.

“Muriel, you look so good,” you started, dragging your hand down his throat to the lacy green choker seated delicately above his collar bones.

“The color matches your skin the way I knew it would, and it hugs you in all the right places like it should, you look good enough to eat,” you whispered, placing a soft kiss to his temple. Your hand continued to wander, first giving a tender tug to the golden bell around his throat, then tracing over the emerald elastic sat over his pectoral muscle before yanking it upwards to hear the snap it made against his skin. He lightly shuddered at this, and despite his embarrassed demeanor, leaned into your touch, positively reacting to your physical reassurance. Further down, you looped a finger beneath the corset style belt, watching as the gold pattern against the green moved with the expansion of your finger.

“So tight,” you whispered, gently pulling back on the belt, admiring the way it made his waist look so much smaller.

“Where did you learn to tie one of these?” you asked, running your hand against the small sliver of his bare skin between the belt and bra.

“I don’t know, I just d-did what it said,” he answered, turning away from you yet again.

He brought his hands up to the edge of the tub to lean back, further exposing himself to you. Finally, moving on from the belt you traced along the elastic against his hip. It was evident the panties were a size too small from the way the band dug into his skin, and the way his cock bulged out despite the fact that he wasn’t yet hard. Instead of giving him the pleasure of your touch, you ran your hand down his thigh, gently squeezing as you went along, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his muscles tense.

“ So, Muriel, how do you look?” you asked, withdrawing your hand to trace his figure with your pupils instead. He was hesitant to answer, looking from the tile on the floor, to the wall and back again.

“R-really bad,” he mumbled, leaning forward again to appear smaller.

Without giving him time to think you took hold of his manhood, and his deep green irises finally meant yours.

“Wrong,” you growled, giving him an experimental squeeze, to which he groaned. “Get up,” you ordered, and he quickly obliged.

Pulling him by his cock, you brought him before the mirror, but still his eyes remained downcast.

“How do you look, Muriel?” you asked again.

Rather than answer, he simply bowed his head and grumbled as a means of repeating his earlier response. With a hand against the small of his back, you pushed him forward so that his upper half leaned against the counter and he had no choice but to face the mirror. Taking up your place behind him, you gently pressed the silicon attachment against him, while leaving a trail of soft kisses along his spine. Each time your lips touched his hot skin he would shudder, arching against you.

You reached forward to grab a handful of his dark luscious hair, before yanking his head back.

“How do you look, Muriel?” you asked, though his eyes remained shut and he did not respond. You brought a flat palm to his ass, and watched him jump at the impact.

“You’re not listening very well, you know,” you regarded him, rubbing his hips while pushing against him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he groaned, pushing back against you, but putting his head back in his arms.

“It’s no problem, I know how to make you listen,” you whispered, hooking a finger under the tight green elastic bands at his hips and gently tugging them down. You took note of the sharp breath he sucked in, and let out a quiet chuckle.

It’s not long before the lube under the sink had been retrieved and two fingers prepped.

“Ready?” you taunt, rubbing the slick on your fingers over his hole; at which he shuttered and gave a faint nod. Little time is wasted pressing your fingers into him, watching his back arch at the penetration and catching the nearly silent, guttural sound he lets out. You laugh again, taking your time stroking your two fingers over his insides. Though he tries to stay silent, little noises erupt from his chest time and time again, and you watch his legs get weak when you find that special spot. Eventually he begins rocking back against your fingers at his own pace, and you slowly add a third. His occasional noises turn into deep moans, and he refuses to lift his head from the counter; however judging from the deep red his shoulders and upper back have flushed, you would bet his face is the same color.

“Are you ready, Muriel?” you ask, stopping his movements and slowly pulling your fingers out of him.

“U-Uh-huh,” he groans, his legs shaking as he struggles to keep any sense of composure he has left.

You're quick to rub lubricant over the strap, wanting nothing more than to elicit the sounds you know he’ll make; and to move on to the next part of the plan. Slapping the silicon against him, you align the tip with his entrance, and in his desire he pushes back against you. The moan that falls from his lips sounds almost relieved if it weren’t so muffled.

Yet again, you reach forward to grab a handful of his hair, and pull his head back while you thrust forward, pushing the remaining length of silicon into him. The look on his face is one of pure pleasure, but it is unrivaled to the sound he makes.

“Good boy,” you praise, slowly rocking your hips to give him pleasure.

“Th-thank you, thank you,” he groans, trying to pull his head back down to rest in his arms.

“Muriel,” you call, yanking his head back more firmly and pulling out until only the tip remains inside him, “how do you look?”

The expression on his face changes from one of lust to confusion, and then his eyebrows furrow in worry, he does not open his eyes, and if the red on his cheeks could flare any darker it would.

“I-I,” he begins to mumble.

“If you want this dick,” you offer, “you’ll have to tell me you’re handsome.”

All is silent for a moment, his labored breath is loud, and it's easy to tell how eager he is as he tries to push his hips back against you.

“Pl-please,” he groans, ignoring your request.

“Please what?” you ask, “you know what you have to do.”

Again he pauses, only the sound of his breath penetrating the silence as he contemplates your offer. If it would really be worth it to lose all shame, and give in to your orders. He can feel tears welling at the thought of such an embarrassment, or maybe just at his neediness.

“I-I am…h-handsome,” he whispers, scrunching up his nose and barring his teeth while admitting it, voice so quiet it's nearly silent.

“What was that?” you ask, tugging on his hair once more.

“I-I a-am..”

“Open your eyes, handsome,” you order.

After a moment you catch a glimpse of his blown out pupils in the mirror; the forest green almost lost in a sea of black, and you smile. “Now, say it,” you order, thrusting the full length into him to remind him of hisreward.

“I a-am hands-some,” he says, loud enough to hear.

You give him a few more good thrusts, enjoying his oh-so deep mantra of groans that just seem to keep growing in pitch.

“You are sexy,” you affirm, stopping the movement of your hips to leave a quick kiss on his back.

“I am-m, s-sexy,” he whimpers, blown out pupils staring into themselves as you return to your pace.

As your thrusts get deeper his voice gets louder, and eventually your hand holding his hair moves forward to hold his throat. The vibrations of his gravelly voice are prominent against your palm, and it takes everything in you not to press down and see how good that voice sounds choked.

“You deserve this,” you moan, feeling your own coil tighten.

“I-I, oh~, I d-deser-erve this,” he nearly yells, the pleasure from your movements consuming his every thought that dare form

It isn’t long before his legs are giving out, and he shivers at each thrust you give him, though those are quite random and uneven considering your legs aren’t in much better shape. You grab hold of his hips to hopefully stabilize yourself, as you take in, for the last time, just how good he looks in lace. With a few more thrusts his voice is high and breaking, and he tenses as much as his body will allow, cumming untouched solely at this feeling of your strap. Your release follows shortly after and you collapse against him. The sweat on his skin sticking to yours, as some final post-orgasimal shivers flow through the both of you.

“Thank y-you,” he mumbles, reaching out behind him to languidly stroke your arm.

“O-of course, thank you, you were a very good boy,” you huff, lazily pushing yourself off of him, and slowly easing the strap out.

After a few moments he pushes himself up too, still unsure of his legs, and wraps you in a hug. Though it's sweaty, and neither of you are entirely confident in your ability to stand, the beat of his heart is the most comforting sound you have ever heard; and you can only think about what it means to you.

“We should probably shower,” he whispers, gently stroking your hair.

“Probably so,” you agree, pulling away from his warm skin to turn the shower on.

“That was honestly one of the best anniversary gifts ever,” he whispers sheepishly.

“Just so long as you know how much you mean to me,” you smile, carefully removing your harness so as not to fall.

He only manages a smile, following you into the shower with the thought of just how he would finish your ring.

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