#nadia the arcana fluff

[bomber-grl]

Main 6 - Cuddle Headcanons

PAIRING(S): Asra Alnazar x Gn!Reader, Julian Devorak x Gn!Reader, Nadia Satrinava x Gn!Reader, Muriel x Gn!Reader, Portia x Gn!Reader, Lucio x Gn!Reader

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Cuddling positions are practically never ending with Asra. They love to just be close to you and doesn’t have much of a preference.

However, there are some cuddle positions that are preferred after a long day of existing.

One of them is him laying on your chest. Usually this is your way of helping them unwind, especially when you massage his scalp and play with his hair.

Other than that, just hearing your heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of your chest comforts them, even after all that’s happened.

Then there’s the time when he just wants to show you that he loves you.

This usually prompts them to start kissing you all over your face and you end up falling into his arms, all bundled up by the warm blankets.

Honestly overall, they just love to cuddle in bed with you and whatever position you two end up laying in

Even if it isn’t always the same position you wake up in

Also bonus points if you end up letting Faust cuddle up with you two, she does get cold sometimes yknow

Which she most likely always does end up doing

In Nadia’s route, it’s noted that there is only once bed in the shop so it’s likely Asra and you share it even when you’re not cuddling

So most times he’d fall asleep from exhaustion near you, with faust slithering on him

Probably hugs you around your waist too

And if you try to strike a “sexy” pose he’ll laugh and play along

The worst

Ofc he’s not actually the worst Lucio still exists but the way he cuddles at times is a hit or miss

Especially since most times he ends up sprawling his limbs out wherever they can, usually ending up on top of you unless you spoon him.

When it’s actually enjoyable to cuddle with him, most times he enjoys being spooned or mutual holding.

We all know how self deprecating he is so might as well show him how well he can be loved, even if you’re shorter or smaller, that’s no excuse

Just don’t mind his long limbs

Regardless of how you choose to hold him, he’ll always hold onto you back. Now on the other end of the spectrum where it’s damn near torture-

He has no regard for you- in his sleep at least

Like bro is genuinely squishing you with his limbs, and you can’t even move them because you’re trapped 💔

He probably unknowingly hogs the blanket too since he’s slipped off the bed more times than he’d like to admit and has taken the blanket with him.

He has all his weight on it, making damn near impossible to get the blanket from under him, leaving you shivering and timbering in the cold

If you’d prefer to be the one held then he’d be more than happy to 😭 just be prepared for him to be pretty flustered by being the one “in charge”

He does apologize to you when he wakes up if he’s been squishing you, etc etc though

Mother

She definitely one of the LI that are on the podium of best cuddlers. she holds you so warm and tight it’s honestly the best.

She is not the type to be all that physically affectionate, which is honestly a bummer because her hugs and cuddles are the best ever.

Often times at the end of an exhausting day as countess, she loves to spoil you and hold you in her arms.

She’s more than happy to massage your scalp or shoulders, even feeding you some fruit would be sufficient

Sleep wise, she’s as elegant as she is when she’s awake. Her hair is somehow perfect (must be the rose colored lenses talking-) and she’s not a blanket hogger of any kind

She’s really considerate even in her sleep and she’ll randomly wake up in the middle of the night and look for you

If you’re not covered by the blanket, she’ll tuck you in and go back to bed.

Either that or she’ll also hold you in her arms depending on if she believes that you want your space.

Now, if you’re more a sprawler, always falling off the bed, or just not that pretty of a sleeper she find it super endearing

She’ll literally get up from her cozy place on the bed to help you back up. Even going as far as carrying you if that’s what would be more comfortable.

Now, we all know Nadia prefers to be the one “in charge” she prefers to pamper and that’s alright.

But, if you prefer to also show her your affection that same way she’ll be more than happy to oblige- although it’ll be done with a blush.

When cuddling Muriel is super gentle and is hyper aware because of his larger stature, making him scared at the possibility of hurting you.

Which, you have to reassure him would never happen because you’d be happy to be crushed by him

With your constant reassurance and how often you tend to flop yourself on top of him, he eventually just gets used to it.

Cuddle wise, he’s usually big spoon for obvious reasons, he’ll hold you against his chest too along with Inanna being sandwiched by you both.

Again, you tend to be the one laying on him and when he chooses to sleep on his back, you’re laying on his chest and just absorbing his warmth.

I think it’d be obvious, but Muriel would also enjoy being held aswell. When you confront him with the idea he’s flustered because not only has he never considered it but he’s so touch starved.

If you have him lay his head on your chest, being held in your arms or even go as far as have him be little spoon, well his blush is out of this world.

If anything, he’s just happy that you’d want him to feel loved, as if you being around him isn’t enough

It isn’t

He’s basically beet red and he just accepts the affection ,laying there with you because again, he loves it.

Whenever/ if he tries to argue and say that he’s too big or whatever just say that you want him 🔛🔝 of you and just watch him squirm and get so flustered that he forgets

He ends up inevitably bringing it up again, so just cuddle the man

Sleep wise, Muriel is also really considerate. He tries not to take as much space and if you end up subconsciously tugging a blanket that he’s on, he’ll immediately move to give it to you.

Treat him well.

Yes, yes, yes, just yes

She’s the absolute best person to cuddle with, she’s such a cuddle bug and honestly neither of you guys have a preference most times and so it ends in just cuddling however.

Most times it’s either of you on the others chest. Mostly it’s Portia that enjoys having you rest on her and she enjoys playing with your hair or just massaging your scalp.

She’s more than happy to be the big spoon if that’s what you prefer, maybe she’d even tease you for being so “bold” as to ask.

Ironic considering that the instant that you insist on coddling her she’s flushed from head to toe.

Literally almost literally every time you two cuddle she’ll always put a leg over you.

Just a quirk of hers that you’ve noticed and a definite plus is how warm she is which causes you to cling to her.

Which definitely warrants some teasing for clinging onto her like some koala. She finds it endearing though and is definitely worth is since she ends up peppering kisses all over your face

W

Is it really cuddling with Portia if you exclude Pepi? No, no it’s not

Pepi is so cute!! It’s a well known fact and she’ll always end up crawling and making her way through the bundle of blankets to rest her little self in between you and Portia.

Sleep wise, Portia is also a hit or miss 😭

She’ll either cling to you in her sleep while also being considerate so it’s not bothersome

Or she’ll sleep lazily and drool a bit, causing her to be a bit embarrassed once she finally wakes up.

The worst motherfucker to cuddle with, EVER (up to interpretation whether it’s said with love)

Like he sleeps in either of two ways and neither of them are necessarily the best.

The first way is him being all lovey dovey and cuddly with you while the second one makes you wish death (again) upon him.

The first one is admittedly really nice. He’s in your arms and just being the need, clingy we all know Lucio to be.

It’s not so nice because of how this doesn’t change even during the summer time. You’ll definitely end up getting a heatstroke because of him clinging onto you one day.

That’s just the first way though.

The second way is him being sprawled out all over you without a care in the world.

His limbs are so freaking heavy too, it’s not like you could escape even if you desperately wanted to.

Worst part? He steals the fucking blanket all the time

Literally refuses to let go of his weirdly tight grip on the blanket in his sleep, leaving you shivering and timbering all night.

And then he has the audacity of getting mad at you for pushing him off the bed.

Smh

That’s all i have on this fucker

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 6

MC with trust issues lets down their guard

Thrift shopping with M6

When MC has a phobia of syringes

When MC is Asra's adopted sibling

How the M6 adventure at midnight (Vesuvia Weekly)

Giving M6 a crocheted bouquet

Cake frosting and M6

MC and M6 with opposite aesthetics

M6's familiar when MC's familiar is blind

Watching Titanic together

Flipping M6 off and running away

M6 when MC distracts them with a flirty gesture

When MC "falls" for M6

"Who's this 'pillow' you're cheating on me with?"

Calling the M6 "sweeter and finer than wine"

When MC shares feelings through touch

Seeing MC happy stim for the first time

When MC has OCD and likes to count

When MC's orphaned sibling shows up

M6 when their kid gets sick

When MC is really tuned in to nature

M6 when MC happy cries over their relationship

MC becomes a beast and needs true love's kiss

When M6 have a kid before MC

Painting Nails

When MC eats food off the floor

M6 waking up to a gift basket

MC needs to sail two years to visit home

M6 get a Parent's Day present from their stepkid

Throwing a surprise party for M6

M6 finding out someone else has a crush on MC

When MC loses an eye

When MC makes a cloud every time they sneeze/shiver

Giving M6 an anatomically correct heart

When MC says "help" in their sleep

M6 at a fair

Tricking M6 into holding hands

MC sits fully clothed in the shower

Calling M6's name to say "hi!"

"Can't take my eyes off you"

Running to M6 saying "Hide me!"

MC is scared of ghosts

Staring at M6's lips

Covering M6's face in kisses

The familiars adopt MC's new baby familiar

How M6 like their mangoes

When MC has braces

M6's secret insecurities (Vesuvia Weekly)

How M6 talk in their sleep (Vesuvia Weekly)

M6 helping MC with maladaptive daydreaming

When MC has dermatillomania/trichotillomania

Giving M6 flower crowns

Trying lipgloss flavors with M6

Pulling M6 closer by the waist

Randomly asking M6 "wanna make out?"

Giving M6 a kiss for good luck

M6's little food quirks

M6 as passengers in a fender bender

When MC (and familiar) cry chopping onions

What M6 study in college

M6 on "worthy or not worthy"

Comparing hand sizes

M6 and spiders

M6's bath/shower habits

Smelling M6's perfume

M6 skating/skateboarding

M6 find MC eating cake ferally

Giving M6 jewelry to match their eyes

Cradling MC like a baby

Asking M6 to reach something for you

When MC doesn't know how to read

M6 when MC is their apprentice

When MC forgets to use magic

M6 in a group chat

M6 startle MC's familiar into a wall

When MC is an amputee

Stealing M6's mangoes

M6 calling MC husband/wife/spouse

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

@fox-daddies here 🦊🦊

Could I get Hc for the M6 walking into their room to find Mc laying completely naked in bed because their way too hot to do anything.

For a moment I thought by hot you meant "Too sexy to do anything", but I realized you meant it's a hot day, or at least I hope so? ANYWAY

Vesuvia's summers can be hard to tolerate by the ones who aren't used to it. Today the wind seems too tired to blow, and the sun is so bright that the sea is as blinding as the sun. You took a refreshing bath, but couldn't force yourself into your clothes again, so you just threw youself on your bed, directly under the open window, hoping for the faintest breeze to slip into your room when...

[Spicy♧•••♧ahead!]

... Muriel enters the hut. He's drenched in sweat too, and first thing first, he gets out of his clothes and tosses them aside before slumping on the bed next to you, eyes closed. You hear his heart pounding in his chest, tired by the heatwave just like him, as his hands reaches yours, brushing it with the tip of his fingers. You stay like this for hours, until the merciless sun finally gives in to the sunset.

Then his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you on top of him.

... the door slightly opens, and Portia's witty face peaks trough the crack. Her smile widens as she sees you, and after a quick glance behind her she slips inside closing the door behind her back. "I guess milady's flowers can wait..." she whispers as her lips brushes your hand. "Or maybe she'll come looking for me. But would you be sorry if she were to find us like this?", she winks.

... Lucio enters the room, looks at you from behind his sweat drenched hair covering his forhead, and announces: "great idea". In a matter of seconds he joins you, his cold metal hand sending the best kind of chills up your spine. He looks at the sky-colored canopy over the bed, looks at you with that familiar child-like light in his eyes and whispers "Make it cloudy". Points up. "The canopy. Make it cloudy! Make it rain! Can you???".

You wonder how this man can be so silly and so genius. With a snap of your fingers, a single drop falls on the bed. Then another, and another, and another one. Lucio starts giggling, then laughing, taking you into his arms and kissing you through his laugh. "Oooh, you're the best!"

... Julian comes back home. "What a day!" he huffs, before starting to ramble about what happened at the clinic. You smile silently. Keeping the bed on the right of the door has its perks with Julian. "... and then a kid reached for the leeches -why do they do that, do leeches looks like candies?- and almost knoched it over when..." he abruptly stops.

"Oh dear" -his tone changes- "it looks like you got hit by a heatstroke... yes, the temperature of your skin shows it, and your lips too". You feel his dramatic sigh on your neck. "I must proceed with a deeper check..."

... Asra climbs the stairs of the bedroom. He smiles. "Here you are! What a weather today, uh? I really can't think of a way to refresh myself". You don't think he's messing with you: Asra and you are so used to such level of intimacy. He sits on the bed. A mischievous smile crosses his lips. "Unless..."

You let out a scream in surprise as you feel the bed dissolving into cool water under your back, before the water covers your mouth. You hear Asra laughing from the other side of the surface, right before diving in next to you.

... Nadia enters your bedchamber. She is followed by a couple of servants and has a big list of things to do into her hands, and she's instructing her helpers about the heatstrokes prevention program. They stop in front of the bed. "O... Oh. I, hem, I thought you were at the shop...", she mutters, before realizing there are people there with her. She turns towards them, and manages to put together a crumble of dignity. "You're dismissed. I'll send for you when I'll be done with some... ehm... urgent matters".

The servants bow and run out, embarassed. Nadia turns "Oh I'm sorry, so sorry my dear, I didn't mean to embarass you...". Her flushed face is so funny that washes away any embarrassment from you. "I will make up for it", she continues, "Just ask, may I go to get you something to... I don't know, to eat? Another bath, or maybe you want to go on vacation somewhere? A poem! I can apologize with that, for sure, or sing...?" She stops when she notice the look into your eyes. There's no need for clarvoyance to understand what kind of apology you'd like right now!

[iridescent-solstice]

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲! 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🌸 | ᴘᴛ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: ɴᴀᴅɪᴀ | ⤷ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ . . .

"Sometimes I wonder whether I can truly change this city . . . But then when I think of you . . . it's as if all my doubts have faded away."

This quiet murmur that falls from Nadia's lips is the first thing you hear once you wake up. Still bleary eyed and tired yet you welcome the sight of her vermilion eyes shining down with adoration. Affection gnawing at your heart, urging you to greet her. A smile ghosts your lips as you push yourself up on your elbows to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Nose brushing against one another as your low lidded eyes drinks in her beauty. She seems to be doing the same. "Hmm am I truly that breathtaking?" You joke while brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Not letting anything hide her beauty.

"Enough to distract you from all your fears and doubts?" You muse with a grin and she chuckles. Bumping her forehead against yours, hands slowly pushing you back down, and quiet as a mouse you let her do so. "Of course, my love, do you doubt it?" She chuckles at your silly questions. "You're more important than any of my fears or doubts. When I think of you . . ." A blush begins to dust her cheeks, eyes darting away. "I can't help but feel this deep-rooted sense of peace washing over me. As if everything will be okay once I find you again." A sigh of contentment falling from her lips when you pull her closer. With the date of the masquerade ball drawing closer and closer, you had witnessed firsthand just how stressful planning a big event really is . . . Of course, it's not like you were completely clueless about it before, it's just a different story when all of Versuvia must enjoy it. That's alot of people. So many demands and wishes. So many traditions to uphold, but many that serve as a warning. Overindulgence. Greed. Apathy . . .

Yet admist all of this, you find yourself admiring Nadia even more now. The hussle and bussle of the castle never taking your eyes away from her. Her attention to detail, her dedication to her job as countess and her quick decision making is inspiring to say the least. Isn't she amazing? Her ability to keep a cool and level-headed approach no matter the mess up only grew the admiration you had of her. "You really are magnificent . . ." Is what you'd often say to her. But she'd always wave the compliment off. "Not as radiant as you my dear." You can't say you agree with her, but her gaze leaves little to dispute. However, if there is something everyone can agree on . . . Is just how tenacious she actually is.

You just wish she didn't work herself to the bone. That she'd accept the help offered to her . . . Your help at the very least. But she doesn't, she never does. But what she can never quite fully resist, is a warm cup of tea and some alone time with you. She loves you even more for combining the two for your morning ritual.

And so that is usually how you'd coax her to stay in bed just a little longer. Cuddled in her arms or her snuggling into you is how most mornings are spent together. "Just stay five more minutes until the tea arrives pleaseeee Noddy!" . . . She knows your games but entertains them, nonetheless. Mostly because she can't help it. She can't help adoring you and all your silly little antics. Especially not when you insist of asking for biscuits as well so you can feed them to her and spoil her appetite for breakfast in the process. But she's not complaining. Why would she when your soft warm hands are holding her so close? Why would she when for once there is someone taking care for her? Just her and her alone~

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @magicalboything] ⤷ Recoloured so it stands out on the blog and fits the character. If you're not comfy with that PLS do let me know and I'll change it!

{ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ. ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ 16 ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴅɴɪ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ}

[to-the-stars8]

A Conversation with Your Ghost

Asra x Reader AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vestercorax]

Soft domestic fluff with M6 — Waking Up

Asra

The Shop now opens an hour later.

Yes, that’s a new schedule. Something about different day length, did you know-

No, Faust is not bribed with snaccs, she’s just hanging out on the doorknob, why?

Oh, look how conveniently you are snuggled, now it will be considered a crime to separate yourselves, and you don’t want crimes in your house, do you?

He doesn’t want to hear anything about bribery being considered a crime

Asra really just wants to enjoy every minute you’re together, when nothing is bothering you or demanding immediate attention (which happens all the time, hard magicians’ life)

Mornings are the most suitable time, when you can speak unhurriedly, dream a little and plan your little next week’s adventure

Nadia

Nadia has to wake up early, even on holidays :(

That habit is ingrained so deeply that it is an outright surprise for her if you don’t share it. Everyone rise early to get everything done, no?..

It warms her heart to see you so relaxed and satisfied in your bedchambers like nowhere else

She leaves, but servants are already preparing everything for your awakening

Nadia will make up for all the skipped morning caresses in the afternoon-

Lots of kisses and tea brewed with petals will improve your mood, whichever way you woke up

One day you wake up and first thing you feel is the weight on the other side of the bed

Your eyes fly open just to see Nadia’s ruby ones filled with tenderness and adoration, as she observes you and smiles bright and soft at your expression

Only then you notice the lightest tracing of her elegant fingers caressing your pillow-marked cheek

Julian

Julian is headed straight to work upon waking up

This man’s body wakes up much later than his brain does — it occurs to him it’s time to eat only an hour or two after he dug into his notes

Do you like taking naps? Good

After a brief activity burst (which consist of wolfing down the delicious breakfast you brought him) he is back in bed

No, not a single movement for at least half an hour.

Perharps, besides…

Yeah, pillow fights, sounds incredible

May or may not pretend that you stabbed him with a narrow one to doze off a little

Are deadmen supposed to have such a death grip on their killers, huh?

Portia

Portia is an early bird

The earlier you wake up, the more time there is to get done with work and have fun!

Extremely energetic + wants you besides immediately

Before you know what is going on, she is already straddling you and tickling your sides

She wants to press her nose into yours until you wake up, to peer into your eyes with her bright blue ones. But she just can’t contain her excited giggling at the simple thought of the spooked little jump you’ll definitely make

She’ll get there one morning, don’t even doubt.

If you get too cranky, she will leave you be… for a week at most.

Muriel

Muriel will leave at dawn, desperately trying not to wake you. He doesn’t want to disturb you; it’s his chores after all

He ignores your demands to stop to consider every chore only his own

Will ask Inanna to check on you if he is wandering far into the forest. He knows you will be safe, it’s just… He feels more reassured this way

Congratulations, you are guarded by a big floofy wolf, who thinks to guard = to lie flat on you and sometimes poke her nose in yours

She’s right, honestly

If you are tough enough to sleep through that, prepare for the ultimate attack: breakfast

Riding proudly on the wolf’s back to the kitchen, you are greeted with a “good morning” hum

As you eat half-sleepily, Muriel adoringly studies your face, trying and failing to hide it

His own face turns slightly red, when you try to feed him a little bit of your portion, even though he has already eaten

You succeed.

Lucio

If it was up to him, he would be staying under the covers till the sun has passed its peak

Oh, wait, it is up to him. The deal is sealed then.

And he will be very delighted to have you in his arms

Carefully, you won’t be able to escape after indulging even once. Lazy and long mornings, stretches, laughter and adoring stares… Who would be, honestly?

After crawling out of the bed and eating it’s time to refine your day plans. Ones for evening are the most exciting

After that he will attend to his training

“You want all of me hard as steel, don’t you? ;)”

Will encourage you to join him and will literally beam if you say yes

First headcanon post, there we go

Masterlist, if you wish

[bakuliwrites]

MC Regaining Little Memories From Objects Associate w/ M6

Hi everyone! Here is another one of my headcanons from my old blog. I think this one was a request I had gotten and I really enjoyed writing this one. It was a lot of fun to try to think up some meaningful objects and scenarios. Over time, I've been trying to post some of my old headcanons on to this blog, but I do have a lot of them up on my AO3, if you are curious!

You and Asra are tidying up the shop one day when you stumble upon a broom closet in the back that you've never noticed. Curious, you attempt to turn the door handle and fortuitously discover that it is unlocked.

The room is tiny, only big enough for you and the other objects inside. There are a few random boxes of trinkets and old ingredients, but what really catches your attention is the dress in the far corner, worn by a slightly eerie, faceless mannequin.

The dress is floaty, billowing. Your fingers find the sleeves, the thin tulle delicate in your careful grasp. Even in the darkness of the closet, the dress seems to sparkle, the crystals bedazzling the neckline dancing jovially in the lamplight just outside. You've been so enamored with the dress, you hardly notice Asra's presence in the doorway behind you.

"You look beautiful, like a jellyfish floating in the gentle summer currents. Carefree and lovely," you whisper aloud. The words were familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place who had said them, or when. When you repeat them in your mind, it's Asra's voice that sounds them out. A flash of a grand party, a masquerade perhaps, dances across your vision. When you finally turn to greet Asra, you see he has tears in his eyes, reserved but joyful. He draws you into a warm embrace and something just clicks in your brain. Finally, you remember Asra and all he meant to you.

You're quietly reading one afternoon when Nadia enters the room and asks if she might play the organ for a bit. "If I'm bothering you, just say the word!" she offers, but you simply smile. You loved listening to her play, and you didn't get to hear it very often since she was usually busy.

Nadia's fingers begin skillfully dancing across the keys. She's merely warming up at first, which you still take delight in. Her talent shines through even in her simple practice exercises. The notes start to fade in the background as you settle back into your novel, finding yourself fully engrossed. Until you're suddenly drawn out of your concentration by the beginning of a song.

This song is different, though. Something about it is oddly familiar. Bittersweet, like a lost memory. The music swells, lilting and sprightly, before quieting into a melancholy hum. You suddenly find yourself overwhelmed with emotion, though you can't really place why. This music, it echoes through your mind like it once echoed through the halls of the palace, in a time you thought you'd long forgotten.

When Nadia finishes, she looks over to see you quickly wiping tears from your eyes. She opens her mouth to ask what's wrong, but you hush her with a smile. "It's been such a long time since you've played that for me," you whisper. Nadia beams knowingly, before setting off again to play for you like she used to all those years ago.

Back at Mazelinka's, you and Julian are rifling through stacks of his old papers, ones that you'd managed to pilfer from the palace. You've found nothing of any real use so far, but you have confidence that you might stumble across something.

While Julian is frantically scanning page after page, you find yourself growing still, fixating on just one of them. The edges are yellowed, frayed from water damage. But the handwriting is still legible (well, as legible as Julian's messy handwriting could possibly be). The script doesn't say anything important. It appears to just be a general note about the status of some test he was running, but it's what is written in the margins that catches your eye.

It's your handwriting, littered amongst tiny drawings of what you at first think are worms. But upon closer inspection, you see that you apparently had written, "Watch out! Getting bitten by a leech really sucks." You roll your eyes at how terrible that pun is, wondering what possessed you to write it in the first place, if that really was your handwriting. You grab some ink and a quill from your bag and start to scribble next to the writing. It's a dead ringer for your script.

You feel some happy tears sting your eyes, but when Julian asks you what's wrong, you break out into a wide smile. "You and your accursed leeches!" you exclaim, before bursting into laughter. He looks at you, a bit confused at first, before breaking down into giggles himself. Finally, he thinks, something you both remember.

You're enjoying a quiet afternoon at Portia's cottage, basking in the sunlight and sipping some tea. Portia is baking something delicious, her dress covered in flour. You offered to help, but she insists you relax. You've been hard at work these past few weeks and deserve a break.

While you're admiring a monarch butterfly that regally flits past the open window, you're hit by a sudden, strange feeling. A familiar scent wafts through the room, warm and sweet. You're practically salivating at the delightful smell. You look across the room to see Portia pulling out a light-golden cake from the oven. After she lets it cool, she brings it to the table and starts to slice into it.

Portia hands you a generous piece and offers to refresh your tea. As she's filling up your cup again, you dig into the freshly baked treat. As soon as it hits your tongue, you can taste the honey and the vanilla, comforting and cozy. It tastes like spring, like a bright memory.

You look up at Portia as she sets your tea down in front of you, your eyes full of wonder. "This is one of my favorites. How did you know?" you venture, but you already know the answer. She smiles cheekily at you. "Call it intuition," she winks. All you can do is smile, overjoyed that you reclaimed your memory of Portia's divine baking skills.

You enter Muriel's hut, soaking wet and seeking shelter from the sudden storm that raged outside. He quickly directs you to the warmth of his fireplace and gives you some dry clothes. They're much too big on you, but they'll do for now, while you wait for your own outfit to dry. Muriel exits the hut for a moment, just to bring the chickens into their shelter. As your eyes roam the room, they settle on an ornately carved mask sitting on the mantelpiece.

You rise, reaching up to grab the mask. It's beautiful, but something about it seems- familiar to you. Maybe it's pure coincidence that it resembles the animal you consider your familiar. Or maybe, there's a deeper meaning to it. It had clearly been carved with the utmost precision and care. Its colors were striking, but not gaudy. It was breathtaking.

As you turn it over in your hands, you notice some protection runes carved into the inside, just beneath the eye holes. It's like the sun suddenly broke through the storm clouds. Memories come flooding back to you. Masquerades, multiple masquerades. Asra is there, Muriel is- here, at the hut. Carving this mask, just for you.

Muriel returns, soaked now, as well. You whirl around to greet his hulking form, your brows furrowed with an emotion you can't quite place. He notices the mask in your hands and blushes a deep red, looking sheepishly away. You can't help but beam at this. "Thank you for holding onto this for me," you finally speak. He grunts a, "You're welcome," but you notice that he, too, is softly smiling.

You're sorting through a box of jewelry that Lucio's provided to you, attempting to find one that might go with your outfit. They're all his jewelry pieces, so most of them are a bit garish for your taste. But you need to select something if you're going to attend the masquerade with him that night. You pick past heavily bejeweled, oversized designer pieces, until your fingers clasp around a necklace that you could've sworn you've seen before.

The necklace is delicate, gold and studded with tiny diamonds and milky-white pearls. You hold it up against the lamplight and it glitters luminously. This is it. This is the necklace. Not only does it match your outfit's color scheme, but there's something about it that feels like it is fatefully yours.

"Are you almost ready?" Lucio whines, impatient and eager to get to the festivities. He freezes dead in his tracks when he sees what you're holding up. A blush creeps across his cheeks and he looks away, embarrassed. "Will you help me put this on?" you implore. After a moment, he hesitantly nods. He gently takes the necklace from you and unclasps it. Lucio takes his place behind you and you watch in the mirror as he draws it around your neck and fumbles with the clasp.

As he secures it to you, you're hit with a vision: someone coming up behind you at a masquerade, years ago. Deftly, they fasten the necklace around your neck. When you turn around to see who it could possibly be, you're greeted by an enigmatic figure, done up in golds and reds. Their impish smile and silver eyes are the only things visible behind their ostentatious mask. They bend down to place a kiss on the back of your hand before disappearing once again into the crowd. In the present moment, you whirl around to meet Lucio's eyes, eyes that are familiar from that masquerade so long ago.

[starsbook]

🪷Pastimes of The Princess | Nadia Satrinava

Nadia Satrinava × GN!Reader

an au of sorts (set in prakra , nadia is still a princess)

the devs gave us Indian princess nadia crumbs and i decided to bake the whole bread.

Hcs included : nadia can play sitar , nadia is somewhat playful (still being a princess) , nadia knows kathak .

I've been obsessed with this music so I had to write something

sort of headcanon +imagine + choose your own adventure style post , idrk I just had to dump this scenario on my blog

Would recommend listening to the linked music (or the whole playlist eheh) cuz thats what I was listening to when the idea came to me.

ended up branching the imagine creating a multiverse of sorts lol. I just had a lot of thoughs.

added a lot of music in here .... didn't intend to but what can I even do (ehehe this sparked my inspiration like crazy)

my notes can be found at the end of this post.

Imagine you are wandering a little too close to the palace grounds. Maybe you were summoned by the royal court and lost your way , or maybe it was one of your own little adventures that brought you here , whatever the reason for you to be here was, doesn't matter anymore as the hypnotic rhythm of the musical instruments grab your attention. You follow the sound in hopes of finding the source of such sweet melody.

You make way through low hanging branches and high standing bushes and end up in a secluded gazebo of the palace. There you see the court musicians and the Princess. She is ...

> playing the sitar while the musicians play the tabla.

> dancing along to the rhythm of sitar and tabla being played by the musicians.

> playing the sitar while the musicians play the tabla.

There she sits in the middle of the gazebo in all her regal form. The tabla musicians are sitting in a semi circle arrangement around her. She is dressed in a royal attire , in silks and satins , in garments so delicate that a passerby could almost mistake the wearer for a celestial being.

She is plucking the strings of the sitar in a practised motion. The tabla players are matching her rhythm. Birds and squirrels are gathered all around the gazebo , some finding a comfortable spot on the roof , others sitting on the platform and steps leading to the platform.

You are just out of sight of the princess but you can clearly see her. You decide to...

> stand by and enjoy.

> show yourself to the princess and dance along to her music.

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> stand by and enjoy.

You decide to stay in your spot and enjoy the music. Its not everyday one gets to hear the Princess of Prakra play. She is completely in her element.

As the melody picks up speed , you see the spot between her eyebrows deepen. She is concentrating. You are completely entranced in the beauty of the situation.

A beautiful princess in front of you in a perfectly maintained gazebo and foliage, playing what feels like an otherworldly tune. You can't even look away from her. So much so that you don't even notice the palace guards slowly inching closer to you. They must be on their rounds. Soon you are surrounded by the guards.

As the Princess completes her piece and finally lifts her gaze to look around her , she notices the group of guards. She quickly asks for an explanation.

The guards create enough space to show you among them. She raises an eyebrow. Gesturing towards you , she asks the reason for you to be here.

"Forgive me Princess for I lost my way and followed the music I heard." You say in your defense. "As I came across this clearing where you were playing such a sweet melody , I completely forgot where I was standing."

The Princess looks at you with a smile. "I am satisfied with your explanation. Guards leave them alone." She orders and the guards immediately follow suit. She watches them leave.

Once again the Princess turns her focus towards you. "So you liked what I played?" She says. "Here come sit closer," she continues while motioning towards a cushion lying close to her ,"I don't mind an appreciative audience."

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> show yourself to the princess and dance along to her music.

You couldn't resist the music. It feels like your feet have a brain of their own as they start moving along to the rhythm . The Princess is surprised to see a sudden figure appear in front of her but a smile soon forms on her lips once she realises that you are enjoying and dancing to her music.

Now the way she plays the instrument almost feels like as if she is guiding your movements. Her motions are calculated but somehow it all cumulates to form a beautiful tune.

You dance and dance and dance , she adjusts the rhythm to your movements , slowing when she feels like it would create a beautiful sequence and picking up her speed when she wants to see you move faster.

The little animals gathered around the gazebo too have their eyes fixed on you.

As the piece comes to an end , you take a moment to catch your breath while Nadia claps her hand. The little squirrels run towards you and disappear among the bushes.

Nadia then rises from her spot and walks towards you , a big smile plastered on her face.

"That was beautiful." She says looking into your eyes "You dance gracefully. I must ask you to join me for some tea and perhaps you could teach me some of your moves."

--★--

> dancing along to the rhythm of sitar and tabla being played by the musicians.

The Prakran Princess is dancing. The court musicians surround her and she is moving her feet to the music.

Her attire is perfect for her movements as it flows well when she spins and twirls. The bells on her anklets contribute to the whole melody as she thumps her feet on the ground.

The little birds are chirping while circling around her head and the squirrels shake their empty peanut shells in order to add their own contribution.

For a moment you feel that you must have ascended to heaven. The whole situation is straight out of the fairytales you were told as a kid. Maybe princesses do live a mystical life after all.

Nadia's expression catches your attention next. Her eye movements and her facial expression to the beat tell a story. A story you are very eager to learn. So you...

> watch her dance

> dance along with her

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> watch her dance

You watch her movements carefully. She moves her hands in a way that feels like she is acting out a scene. You try to decipher the story that she wants her viewers to understand. You feel completely captivated watching her dance.

Sometime during her performance, she sees you. She stops and looks at you.

Having been caught staring , you frantically try to explain yourself. "Princess , forgive me for I lost my way and followed the music".

Nadia asks a few more questions which you answer diligently. Satisfied with your answers she continues "So you were watching me dance?"

Feeling embarrassed you quickly try to apologise. She giggles.

The day ends with the princess gaining a new friend [and possibly more in the future ;) ] .

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> dance along with her

Your feet moved on their own. You start to copy her movements , moving quickly and then slowing down as she does. You try to match her movements as best as you could in hopes of being able to memorize them forever.

It feels like you are in a world of your own where only you and Nadia exists and you both move in tandom.

You don't even realize when the music stops. You just see the Princess walking up to you an impressed smile on her face.

"I saw you dancing along with the music all alone there , you could have just asked to join in," She says. "I must say , your moves were quite impressive" Nadia continues.

Then motioning towards the gazebo , she offers "Maybe you can join me for the next round. Ah! And while we're at it maybe you can teach me some moves of your own."

--★end★--

My notes:

I am in love with the way i wrote this 😍 the formatting and all. Might try similar styles again in the future.

(ADDED THE LAST PIECE LAST MOMENT BECAUSE THIS WAS SO PERFECT, RAVI SHANKAR THE GENIUS THAT YOU ARE RAAAAAH)

can you guys tell that I had a specific part more planned out then the others .... haha you can't right (shame.... shammmeeee)

If you read this far then do leave a comment. It makes my day. (Otherwise I'll cry (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠) /j)

This is probably horribly written and maybe mischaracterizes nadia for which i welcome criticism!

"phew .... finally done with an imagine , I feel like writing more today. Lets see what more we got-" *camera pans towards my comically large pile of incomplete fic drafts*

If you did listen to the linked music.... I LOVE YOU !! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! we shall have a spring wedding 😌 (/hj)

I added the songs I linked in this imagine in a playlist and named it after the post title here:

[thefishermansharbor]

I have another idea (can be ignored if wanted) what if Mc talks really loud (almost shouting) with a relative. Like it's not an argument but just normal talking (I do this all the time). But once the relative is gone they slip into a more lower voice. How would Nadia, Portia and Lucio react? Blurb please.

Also I love your writing!✨️

The arcana’s reaction to their partner’s tone changing with different people!

The arcana x GN!Reader           TW: shouting. 

Nadia Satrinava:

Nadia wondered down the castle halls, looking for you. You’d told her earlier that you’d be talking to a relative that you’d invited. She thought you were finished by now however, and thought it would be nice to spend some time with you. 

Once she turned the corner, she could hear your voice coming from a small tea room. Nadia was surprised she could hear you from all the way down the hall, you must’ve been shouting. Her brow furrowed, suddenly realizing the connotation. She feared the worst, that you were arguing. 

She opened the door, scowling - ready to give whoever this was a loud and clear warning. She stopped, when she saw that you were.. Hugging? Yeah, just hugging. 

“ Darling, is everything alright? I heard shouting,” She says softly. 

You nod, smiling widely. “ oh no, me and my aunt here are just chatting. We can be quieter if it’s an issue,” 

“ Not at all. Please do continue,” She waves at your relative, who smiles back at her. She really just wanted some alone time with you, so she decided to make her way back down the hall. About an hour or so later, you came and found her.

“ Hello, Nadi.” You whisper, sitting down next to her. She looks up, and smiles. “ Hi, darling.” She noted the fact that your tone had gone back to normal, but didn’t question it. She thought all of your little quirks were endearing, and this was no different. 

Portia Devorak:

Portia was used to being loud. She was loud and proud about who she was, and there was no changing that. What she wasn’t used to - was you being loud. You said that it was only a good family member coming to hang out, but by your shouting tone she wasn’t so convinced. 

She was sat at the other side of the room, she had zoned out and stopped listening to your conversation completely. She thought that it probably about something stupid, but as the volume started to rise, she stood up. 

Portia rolled up her sleeves and stood in between you two and proudly shouted, “ what seems to be the issue here, HM?” There was just a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but other than she seemed serious on defending you. 

“ .. oh, Portia, love.” You say, giggling. You grab her arm, “ We’re not arguing, just catching up.” Portia goes red, “ wha– but you said–” 

“ I promise, hunny, we’re talking about my cousins.” Your uncle scratches the back of his neck, and laughs. “ yes.” 

Portia then tries to cover up her mistake by kissing you and sitting down next to you. She goes quiet, still embarrassed about what just happened. She shouldn’t have gotten that aggressive, but she can’t help but feel like she wants to protect you! Is that so bad? She wondered, staring at you. 

She then noticed how much more quietly you spoke when you talked to her. What’s up with that? She really, really, wanted to ask you. She opened her mouth to speak, but then stopped. On second thought, she’d already embarrassed herself once. What if she did it again? What if it was something you were sensitive about? She decided it would just be best to ask you later. 

Lucio Morgasson:

Lucio really didn’t care what you did, as long as it didn’t hurt him or someone else. You were given personal space, he really only wanted to be the one you love. It might be the first time he’s heard you raise your voice.

“ how’s your little reunion going, love?” He calls over. The shouting doesn’t scare him, he’s used to it. It’s expected to be loud and rowdy in his family, or at least loud and vicious. 

“ good!” you shout back, before going on talking to your cousins. He thought it was sweet that your family took the time to get together, you guys were just as loud as his family - but a hell of a lot sweeter. 

He was relaxing on the sofa, adjacent to the dining table you and your family were shouting back and forward at. Your entire family seemed to be shouting the entire time, and surprisingly - it didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Not even a little bit. In fact, he was listening to your conversations. He was a keen gossip follower when he wasn’t spreading it, and he couldn’t help but peek in on your conversations. Even if it was just a little bit. 

He smiled to himself, happy to relax while you did your thing. 

[th3fam1lyd1ssap01ntm3nt]

I’m now writing fanfics-

Uhh… yeah-

Some genres:

- Fluff

- Angst- (probs my best genre to write in I could get into some deep, depressing ass shite)

- Smut- (I’ll try, I’ve never been amazing at it, would most likely be little short and sweet slivers of smut)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE!!

- ANYTHIN P3DO

- ANYTHIN NON-CON

- ANYTHIN SUPER NONREALISTIC TO CANNON STORYLINE, CHARACTER PERSONALITY, ETC.. (UNLESS ITS AN AU OR SOMETHING IF SO, TELL ME)

- ANYTHIN R@C!ST, HOMOPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, ETC… (UNLESS ITS A SMALL EVENT THAT ADDS TO THE STORY)

- ANYTHIN WITH HUGE AGE GAPS (APPLIES TO SMUT)

- ANYTHIN WITH UNDERAGED CHARACTERS (ANY/ALL WILL BE AGED UP IN THE FIC IF UNDERAGED CANNONLY!)

- ANYTHIN REPEATEDLY ASKED (pls only ask once or twice!)

I could write for the following so far!:

• Call of Duty

- Johnny (Soap) Mactavish

Moth Dust: Werewolf! Soap x Moth hybrid! Male reader (WIP!)

- Simon (Ghost) Riley

Puppy Love: Werewolf! Simon (Ghost) Riley x Werewolf! Male reader (not published yet!)

- Captain John Price

- Kyle (Gaz) Gerrick

- König

• The Arcana

- Asra Alnazar

- Nadia Strinava

- Montag (Lucio) Morgasson

(All of The Arcana characters but those are the ones I can REALLLYYY write for)

• Sally Face

- Sal (Sally Face) Fisher

Strange neighbors: Sal Fisher (Sally Face) x Fem! Reader (not published yet!)

- Larry Johnson

- Travis Phelps

(Ask me about anime’s or T.V shows and movies because I’ve seen quite a few)

• Murder Drones

- N

- V

- Uzi

(Gimme ideas pls 🤲🤲)

[taduki]

Nadia’s Mehndi

A fluffy little drabble of my apprentice doing Nadia’s henna. I wanted it to come off naturally, but I’m not in the mood to edit it right now 😭😭, so I’ll just hope and pray it comes off nicely and there are no errors. 💕🙏

The Countess spared no expense treating her lover with the loveliest of delicacies as gifts. Alas, her lover was a simple woman who distinctly cherished the one thing money could not buy — her time.

Nadia was a symbol of grace and resilience. She often reminded Taduki of gorgeous sculptures of women, the epitome of beauty. Though she found that, regardless of what she looked like, she would love her all the same, which is why she wanted to decorate her with a special treatment.

She presented her love with a modest, cone-shaped tube of Henna in the palace gardens.

“Oh, my! I haven’t seen this for quite some time.” Nadia smiled. She sighed and rubbed her temple, “My sisters used to draw on themselves for hours. It was at its worst when they insisted on collaborating on my body… But I do have fonder memories of this, my dear.”

Taduki cut off the end of the tube with a pocket knife and placed the tip of the henna on her love’s arm. She hummed and asked, “Would you tell me?”

Nadia watched her fluffed up curly mess of hair move around while she worked. She let out a giggle and said, “Sure.” She had it done during her wedding with Count Lucio. Yes, it was customary in Prakra, but she also saw it as a testament to the first step in her new life.

She stopped herself. “Darling?”

“Mhm?”

“Where did you learn to do Mehndi? During your travels?”

“Yeah”, Taduki replied. “We did performances and stuff, but not everyone was looking for a show. It actually started because I saw this super bored kid and I offered to draw something on him. It spiraled into a service after that.” She laughed.

Nadia planted a sneaky kiss on her forehead. Taduki looked up and grinned, then asked suddenly, “Say, Nadi? Why do you call it Mehndi?”

Nadia subconsciously played with her lover’s coily black hair in thought. After a moment, she raised an eyebrow. “Is that not what it’s called?”

“I call it henna”, Taduki returned to her work. “I’ve heard people call it Mehndi before, but I have no idea why! It’s just so different.” She squinted.

Nadia sat back on the edge of the fountain, careful not to move her arm. She looked at the sky in thought and inquired, “Henna comes from the henna plant” — she stopped herself. “Wait, no. It’s the other way around! Henna is the plant itself.”

“Yeah, and then Mehndi is the brown stuff.”

“Oh, goodness. Well, when you put it like that—.” Nadia hid a disgraceful snort behind her hand.

Taduki shoved her and laughed. “Do you remember—.” She interrupted herself with a cackle and a wheeze. Nadia gently held her arm, a big grin still stretched over her face, and laughed, “Stop that! You’ll hurt yourself!” Taduki held her stomach and hiccuped. She wearily fanned herself and continued, “The dinner at Vlastomil’s…”

Nadia let out a raucous laugh and clasped her hands together. “Yes! Yes, I do!” She nodded.

“Ewww!”, Taduki recalled herself saying out loud. She wheezed and rolled onto the grass, still shaking with laughter. Nadia followed her and fanned herself off before holding her. She waited for her lover to calm down and catch her breath, but by the time she did, she must have been half-conscious. She took a deep breath in and out. “Never let me tell a joke ever again, please”, she groaned.

Nadia smiled and pat her stomach. She hummed, “I’d miss you.”

Taduki wearily looked into her eyes and hummed back, “Me too.”

Nadia’s shoulders shook and she mouthed, “What?”, before shaking her head and leaving it be. She sighed dreamily and stared into her eyes.

The grass made for a soft cushion and their eyes were starting to droop. Their bed was neatly made in the palace, but they drifted further and further into their sleep, for it did not matter where they were or that one’s mehndi was smeared. They were safe, and they were together.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist

The first 100 full headcanons! Mostly in order from oldest to most recent ^.^

How the M6 cry and how MC comforts them

M6 when you fart while sharing a bed

M6 when they fart while sharing a bed with MC

M6 when the child they have with you is an exact carbon copy of them

How MC likes to fluster the M6

How the M6 like to fluster you

M6 when someone hands them a baby

MC makes M6 breakfast in bed

M6 making the MC breakfast in bed

M6 with an MC who has periods

M6 eating spicy food

M6 on social media

M6 with an introverted MC

M6 with an extroverted MC

M6 when MC calls them their husband/wife/spouse

How the M6 get sick

How the M6 respond to MC getting sick

M6 when they've gone too long without your affection

M6 with a merfolk MC

M6 with a touch/affection-starved MC

M6 with an MC who walks with a cane

M6 when MC gets kidnapped and tortured by Valdemar

M6 with a half-dragon MC

M6 and the lies MC tries to tell them

Julian's birthday

M6 when MC gets panic attacks/flashbacks

How the M6 get panic attacks and how MC comforts them

M6 with a tailor MC

The best part of the day with M6

How the M6 lose their temper

M6 when MC loses their temper

M6 with an insecure MC

M6 when a spell goes wrong and MC is stuck as a toddler for the day

M6 when a spell goes wrong and they're stuck as a small child for the day

M6 and cuddles

M6 administering first aid when it's their fault MC is slightly hurt

Giving first aid to the M6 when it's MC's fault that they're slightly hurt

M6 reacting to a drunk MC

M6 when MC disappears and comes back different

M6 when MC comes out as bi

Gift giving

M6 with a doodling MC

Surprise dates/getaways with the M6

M6 with an MC who has an ED

M6 reading MC's journal

M6 with an MC with gender dysphoria

M6 being petty

M6 with an MC struggling with depression

M6 and their shopping weaknesses

M6 with a starving vampire MC

M6 meeting the parent(s)

M6 with an MC who's been bottling up their affectionate tendencies

M6 swap bodies with their familiars

M6 planning their wedding with MC

M6 as unhinged childhood stories

M6 with an insomniac MC

Voiceclaims for the M6

M6 with a procrastinator MC

M6 when MC comes out as bi

MC and M6 proposing at the same time

M6 with a thief-for-hire MC

M6 with a foodie MC

M6 with an aggressively affectionate MC

When MC falls asleep waiting for the M6

When MC shows up with a familiar

When MC plays a musical instrument

M6 when MC comes out as trans

M6 helping MC with disassociation

M6 when MC is stronger than they look

When MC is a little too strong

When MC sleeps with plushies

M6 with a flirtatious and blunt MC

M6 playing Stardew Valley

M6 reacting to MC singing

M6 when MC gets a nosebleed

M6 when MC has poor eyesight

M6 and MC in animal onesies

M6 when MC is hard of hearing

MC with M6's familiars

M6 with an oblivious MC

How the M6 hurt you

How you hurt the M6

Asra and Faust's birthday

When MC accidentally steps on M6's familiar

When MC accidentally visits M6's dreams

M6 when MC has intrusive thoughts

When MC's natural patron is the Devil

When MC is a terrible chef

M6 with an MC that doesn't drink

MC with M6's family

M6 with a short MC

M6 during thunderstorms

Piggyback rides

M6 when MC goes on a trip

When MC remembers having bad parents

Nadia's birthday

M6 when MC cries over a sad story

When MC comes across colder than they are

How you mess with the M6

How M6 help you after a rough day

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Herbal Tea

|| Countess Nadia x genderfluid!reader

|| Warnings; sick reader, fluff/comfort, short drabble

|| Summary; when Nadia finds reader feeling sick, she does everything she can to help her beloved.

Requests open! (especially for the Arcana!! don't be shy)

Started; october 29th

Finished; october 29th

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Was that a groan? Nadia's eyes slowly opened, turning herself so she faced you. You who was curled up against her, shivering with a pale tint to your skin. A frown formed on the Countess's lips as she realized what might be the cause. The back of her hand lifted to your forehead where she was met with a burning feeling. You were feverish. Her frown deepened as her hand trailed down from your forehead to your cheek. Nadia's fingers brushed your skin and your eyes slowly fluttered open. You'd been awake, having hardly gotten much sleep the night before.

"Don't feel well.." You murmured, instinctively trying to snuggle closer for any kind of warmth. Nadia's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as her lips brushed against your forehead. Giving you a little kiss.

"No, you don't look well, either. Perhaps some tea? I could fetch Portia." Nadia offered, her finger now resting under your chin to help you look at her. You gave a gentle nod and she smiled at that. "Good. Will you be alright on your own for a moment, darling?"

You gave her a gentle nod and she kissed your forehead again; delicately removing herself from the bed. Making sure you were still well covered in blankets. She wanted you comfortable, after all.

Nadia made her way through the palace until she found Portia, who she then informed of your condition. Portia was of course concerned, having grown fond of you during your time at the palace. You've helped her on a number of occasions and she greatly appreciated you. Nadia asked if Portia could bring you a herbal tea, Portia quickly agreed and hurried off to the kitchen while Nadia returned to you. Crawling back into bed and holding you against her. The Countess kept you in her arms, her hands trailing your body and fingers dancing in light patterns along your skin. You leaned into her touch, your head resting on her chest as she smiled down at you. Whispering soft praises and comforting sentences.

A knock came to the door before Portia entered with your tea," here you are, um-" She paused. Noticing that she wasn't sure what your pronouns were for today. You mumbled they/them and Portia smiled," -your palship!" She finished her sentence. Referring to you as palship as opposed to Lord or Ladyship. That got a small laugh out of you, one that got little wrinkles around the corner of your eye. Nadia gave you a fond smile and quietly thanked Portia; recognizing that you probably needed a bit of humour right now. Portia gave a little bow and handed your tea to the Countess. figuring you probably wouldn't be able to hold it yourself. She then excused herself from the room and left you and Nadia to each other. Nadia would help you drink your tea, holding the cup for you as you took careful sips of the hot liquid.

By the evening you would start to feel better, thanks to Nadia and Portia's care.

[majulians-groupie]

♡Nadi fluff oneshot♡,

With an MC that deals with Lupus 🤍🪷🪻✨️

So this is a continuation of the previous headcannon post,I just post it separately because I kind of escalated and accidentally wrote a one-shot instead of headcannons😂.Oops👀

I wrote this during a recent Lupus flare I had,so I kind of projected a few personal emotions in it.I really hope that through this I will able to send comfort vibes to anyone that needs them♡

If you are fighting a chronic illness,you got this.Keep up,you are stronger than you think,and Nadia is here to remind you(I know it's easy to forget,it's okay ♡)

•TO THE STORY:)))))))●

(This takes place back when the MC first moved into the palace to assist Nadia with Julian's investigation. You and Nadia may not know eachother for long,but you both have noticed that there is an unspoken connection between you two,one you are both afraid to express or explore)

🦉🌙🦉🌙🦉🌙Nadia🌙🦉🌙🦉🌙🦉 :

Since of the first days you moved into the palace,she had noticed that there were days where something was off about you.Even though you were trying to brush it off,she would notice that you seemed tired,and that your moves were carefull,as if you were recovering from an injury.

Despite her concern,Nadia is never one to be indiscreet and hesitates to press on the matter.However, she makes sure that your stay in the palace is as much comfortable as possible,providing you everything you may need. -she reminds you that if you ever start feeling a little bit under the weather,you can always request a checkup from the palace's physician-

As you get to know eachother and you start to bond,she makes it her goal to gain your trust and help you on whatever issue is tormenting you and yout wellbeing. One morning where you had a -particularly-bad flair,one you couldn't hide and shake off, she decides to finally gently press on the subject.

You layed on your bed in your guestroom on the palace,waiting for Portia to fetch the painkillers she insisted  she would bring you from her stock in her bedroom's cabinet (you didn't dare refuse,seeing the worried but strict look on her face).As the door opens,you see that the one to enter your room,is the countess herself Nadia holding a box of painkillers and a loaf of pumpkin bread(she has noticed it is your favourite in breakfast).Even in her nightgown,she was as classy and elegant as always.

-MC -she whispers-....

...Good Morning dear,I am sorry to burst in your room like that,(she literally knocked) it is just that Portia has informed me that you will not be able to join us for breakfast,and that you may take the day off because you appear to be...-she lingers,a concerned look on her face...sick?

-Yes, you say uncertainly.But it is no big deal really..Maybe I've come down with the flu or something

-She also told me you refused to see the palace physician. Is there any specific reason about this?Is there anything wrong about him that I should be aware of?If you are more comfortable with a female doctor,we can make that happen you know.

-No no!It is not that,it is just...

...you sigh.It is not that you can't just simply brush the matter off with practiced ease nor that Nadia is pushing you.It is just that even though you are not comfortable talking about your disease with people,you had a feeling you could trust Nadia.That she wouldn't pity you,unwillingly reducing you to your struggles,nor judge you,make you feel ashamed or freak out and ask you if it is contagious.(unfortunately Vesuvia's horrible education system's consequences are not limited to illiteracy.People are seriously uneducated about chronically and disabled people,and the scars the plague left in the city only make the matter worse)

You also needed to get a few things of your chest,so you decided to hesitantly open up to her.

Nadia is a great listener,making your hesitation slowly vanish,as you pour your thoughts and fears into the conversation.As your voice gets steadily more emotional,she slowly starts coming closer to you ,holding your hand,brushing her thumb over it,her gaze never leaving your eyes.

The closeness gets you completely rid of any filters or barriers you may had.As your discussion turns into a vent,you don't even realize that you are suddenly tearing up.Nadia decides to be bold and slowly pulls you up to your her soft embrace,careful to not induce any pain.

You stay there for a moment,and she feels happy about the fact that she feels you slowly relaxing to her arms,the tension leaving your body as you melt into her touch.

After a few seconds,she speaks:

-Portia gave me the strongest painkillers she had stored,so I recommend not taking them with any empty stomach.I took the liberty of choosing pumpkin bread-a small smirk appears on her face.-

As you smile to her,you slowly sit up,trying to not make a big deal out of the fact that your body is aching all over.You didn't know what was happening.You haven't had such a bad flair in months.Everything was going well,and your blood exams were better than ever.It was so frustrating, that some times,there was not an explanation,things were just the way they were,stubborn to follow progress and change.

Nadia interrupts your thoughts by asking you if it would be better to call your own personal doctor.

-It would be ideal,but they are currently on the other side of the country,participating on a mission to provide healthcare for remote villages in the Eastern mountains.They won't be in Vesuvia for another 2 weeks.(You hated the fact that rheumatologists were so rare )

-So actually,maybe the palace physician is not a bad idea,you admit.

As the doctor checks you up,prescribing the proper antiflammatory medication,he suggest you take a few days off your investigation,giving your body the time it needs to rest.He also regretfully mentions that your knee needs an arthrocentesis,but he currently lacks the necessary equipment for it,so you will have to do it the old fashion way,dressing your knee with ice and letting your body absorb the fuild on its own.

In the next few days,Nadia manages to take a few days off her courtly duties,warily leaving a more than eager Valerius to look after the stuff that need watching over.She knew it probably wasn't a good idea,but something inside of her wanted,needed to be close to you,help you in this difficult moment.At first she would just keep you company and assist you with the ice compresses.Talking,drinking tea and reading a book at your bedside.It was more obvious than ever that something,a strong unspoken connection was lingering between the two of you.

As the days passed,there were moments that you were frustrated,and were not satisfied with your progress.You couldn't understand why you STILL needed bedrest. It felt unfair.You were doing everything right.

It was there when she gently interfered,her hand in your shoulder,reminding you that you weren't strong and capable only when you were able to brush your symptoms off.You were also incredibly and undeniably strong when you were able to go through your symptoms at their worst,prioritizing yourself and your needs,having the often undervalued but incredible strength of being patient.It wasn't up to you how strong or small the pain and the fatigue would be.So it wasn't your responsibility to keep up with it,or always try to ignore it,reducing the importance of it.Your reactions and what you are going through is valid.If anyone were to tell you otherwise,they were just being dense,not able to own up and understand the situation properly,therefore their opinion should not matter to you.

She noticed the way you looked at her,trying to not tear up,grateful for the words you needed to hear.The ones that Asra repeated over and over,never managing to convince you one hundred per cent.It is not that Nadia magically convinced you,it is wasn't even something thay had to do with the words specifically.It was just that her presence only provided you with a different sense of comfort.One that was deep,that broke through your shields and barriers and gently invaded into the back of your head,were your darkest thoughts would linger and torment you,waiting to find you at any weak moment,to assault you.As she sat on the edge of your bed,her body language gently asking for permission,she slowly and carefully folded you in her arms.This time,you were instantly comfortable.You willingly let yourself relax into her embrace,and you felt a sense of comfort take over you,almost numbing a small percentage of the pain.As she slowly stroke your hair,you let a breath you realize have been wanting to release for a while.You didn't even realized when you dozed off,into a deep and calm sleep.

Nadia was so stuck into her own thoughts,that it took her a while to realize you were actually asleep on her arms.She was worried about you,and she sensed the unfairness of the situation.You were a responsible person.Almost too responsible.Always careful with the alcohol and never smoking.Stuck to your sleeping schedule,almost in a complulsive way.But now it made so much sense.You were always taking care of yourself,doing everything right.You were so young,and your body was failing you.It was not right,and she hated the fact that she couldn't do anything about it.She remembers you trying to hide your pained expression as you were trying to sit up and frowned.She turned to look at you,your chest slowly going up and down against her,a peaceful look on your face that would make someone believe that everything was fine.But it wasn't.Her mind wandered,thinking of how many people were suffering from illnesses like yours,that had not access to the healthcare they needed.How many times a grim situation could have been preventable?How many times children died from a simple fever a syrup would have evaporated?As much as she was frustrated your doctor was away when you nedded them,she couldn't help but admire the fact that they were trying to help in places where healthcare was limited to home remedies that provide little to no comfort or relief.Her mind then wandered to Nazali.Even though she missed her sibling,she was more proud of them than ever.

She felt a sense of responsibility as a countess.It wasn't the job of the doctors to give over their life to fix the incapability of the leaders to make a proper healthcare system.Their job was to simply help and assist their patients.

She had to do something about it.She could try to redesign Vesuvia's healthcare system(honestly the what?)back from the start.She would try her best to make healthcare available for every citizen.No matter how much time it takes.She would make sure that schools will provide the education needed to build a society that treats disabled and sick people with the respect they deserve,and give the chance to anyone wanting to work on healthcare to do so.The shortage of medical personnel,doctors and researchers was huge after the plague,and all sorts of medication was becoming harder to find every day.She will talk to other world leaders as well.Maybe they can have a meeting about it.Maybe they could sign an agreement.She will see.

First though, she has to make sure thay you are okay.And she will do whatever it takes to be there for you,always watching you and admiring you for your strength,grateful to you for trusting her with your vulnerabilities,and opened her mind to issues she took for granted for way longer than she was proud of.

Well,that's a wrap folks,I really hope you enjoyed reading,it was kinda long but heyy writing was practice for my non existent attention span.

You can always ask me and drop headcannon/fic recommendations.My ask box is always open

My batter is dying,ttyl

Eva♡

[iridescent-solstice]

The chilly breeze engulfed you in a gentle hug. Yesterday it was suffocating . . . but today, it's comforting.

Or maybee . . . it's the warm laughter that surrounds you which makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy. It's countes- I mean Nadia's birthday today. You got roped into the private celebration by Julian's insistence that his clumsy hands just can't be trusted with his nasty snot pot made specifically for her. At first you protested, there is no way he can't handle such an important task. He purposely asked you and not Portia. What a bother huh . . . Maybe it's because he knew you weren't doing so well lately, or maybe he really is that bad at keeping his balance.

But truth be told seeing joy spark onto the faces of your new close friends around you is enough. Enough for you to be happy that you tagged along. It's not often that time pauses in such a manner. Pauses and takes your breath away

With the moonlight glimmering through the trees and beaming on you, the picnic cloth littered with all sorts of trinkets, and then the people that so generously included you tonight. You can't help but feel glad to be here. Asra's cute dimple smile that he just can't help but flash, Julian's embarrassed face as he fumbles yet another knock knock joke and then . . . Nadia. The esteemed countess that has stolen your heart it seems. Her marron eyes filled to the brim with immense happiness, her laughter that rings out through the air, cutting away all your doubts and insecurities about the future. You admire her. Her and all her skills. Her and all the ways she shines even despite the flashy and colourful city of Versuvia. Almost like it's her city more than count Lucio. She's the one that truly deserves the title of ruler in your eyes.

This moment is more than enough to get you through a lifetime of misery. Enough to give you the strength to keep going. And Nadia's eyes falling onto you before she offers you a cup of blooming tea, her favourite, is all you need to raise your mood higher than it's been this past week. High enough to reach the heavenly sky though i'm sure a night spent with her would be even better.

[ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @vg-k]

This is very underbaked imo. I wanted to do something more with this, but it just never ended up happening . . . i'll do better next time

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

Can I have a headcanon of someone flirting with MC? Thank you hun!

Yepp! For inspo, I found a plausible image for your MC :)

Portia is swept away by your boldness. She blushes violently and tries to find a way to reply, but giggles are all that comes out from her mouth. She keeps track of it, though, and just as you're alone the part swaps, and she's the one who turns the cuddle time into something more intense.

Lucio is one to be careful with. He won't even be surprised by your shameless advances (He's Lucio, of course you love him!) and will push back raising the stakes. More than once you ended up embarassing the people you were with. Much like you, behind closed doors he's the cuddly type, and you laugh together about how the people reacted.

Muriel is quite the opposite. He didn't expect you to be so bold, and if you're not careful he'll be annoyed by public flirting and being hit on shamelessly. You had to pull out your best, subtle moves ( "won't this fur be great on your bed? It's so soft on the skin"), and to your surprise at that point he's happy to reciprocate ("I don't know, maybe we should try it here first").

Nadia is THE master flirter. You still recalled the time she proposed to take her cheeta's place "In case she felt lonely". Between the two of you t's a delightful game of seduction, wits and coolness. She brushes off your flirts with a polite smile, and waits for you to tower your defences flirt back -brushing your legs under the table, or with bold but always impeccably appropriate proposals. She's so masterful that can get you to clench your legs in the middle of a political meeting without anyone suspecting anything.

Asra loves to play dumb. He pretends he didn't get the meaning of what you just said, or that he misunderstood your gesture toward him. He pushes you to explain clearly what you meant and what you want, and smiles amused at your embarassment.

One thing Julian didn't expect was for you to flirt back. The very first time you swept him off your feet, but he swore to himself that it would never happen again. He's not as shameless as Lucio, his flirts are always subtle as he loves to play the gentleman part, and so he replies to you flirts like he's the one who can keep his cool (spoiler, he's not) - but when he takes your hand to kiss it gently, you can se the desire burning in his eyes.

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