#needy asra

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 get temporary amnesia

~ the sequel >:3. for headcanon purposes, the scenario remains the same: your beloved slipped on a cobblestone and hit their head. they retain basic functioning but don't remember you, and need a week of healing to recover ~

Julian

Here is what he knows: he woke up with 0 recollection of what happened and how he got here, and an irresistible stranger is treating him like he's worthy of love and taking care of him

He's about to break his own record for how quickly he can fall in love. He doesn't know when last someone treated him this well

You, on the other hand, can feel your heart cracking slightly every time you interact with him

The adoration in his eyes when he looks at you is missing the settled confidence of a secure relationship. He's desperate for your affection, but beneath the neediness is a deep unease

You've become accustomed to a Julian that doesn't ask constantly for a kiss because he knows you'll always give him one. This one asks, takes, and then winces like he expects to be shut out

The afternoon three days in when he tearfully tried to pack up with nowhere to go so he couldn't burden you didn't help at all

Tripping over himself to dote on you however he can, partly out of love, but mostly to convince you he's worth keeping around

Might laugh at his own misery when his memories return

Asra

You've gotten all kinds of looks from them over the course of your relationship, but this is the first time they've ever looked ... wary

Grateful for your help, sure, appreciative for the lodging and food and care, of course, and plenty friendly

And completely, entirely distrustful

He doesn't know you. He doesn't know your motives. He doesn't know what you want. Even after observing you enough to realize that you really are acting out of love, you still terrify him

Because their own traitorous heart is rioting to let down every wall and ignore every instinctive guard to be close to you again, to be themself around you, even to give of themself to you

Faust's ongoing confusion and the effects of your bonded hearts serve to both ground and unsettle him, even after learning why

They aren't mean at all - if anything, they act like a close friend - but they sleep separately from you, avoid general touch, and get antsy after sharing a space with you for longer than a couple hours

You know his memories are back when he's suddenly pulling you into a hug, so grateful that you could love him like he's loved you

Nadia

She knows she's missing memories and she's not happy about it

Yes, you woke her up, and yes, she can tell that she can trust you, and yes, she's excited at the possibility of finally having found her person. However -

She is apparently a COUNTESS and that is not something to take lightly. Clearly, there is a lot of work to do. As eager as she is to bond with you, she expects you to prove yourself worthy of it

Fill her in on her job. Assist her with whatever proves challenging with her regular work. Tell her what she needs to know to succeed

And don't push her boundaries. She's stressed and will ice you out

Even as she's frustrated with her dependence on someone she doesn't know, she's quietly relieved for your companionship and support. She'd much rather have you than nobody

So tell her about yourself. Use your shared meal times to answer her questions, let her interview you until she does know you well enough to be at ease around you

Slightly embarrassed about her behavior when her memories return. She'll apologize for it by spoiling you nonstop

Muriel

There's no nice way to put it. He's terrified of you at first

When he first opens his eyes, he's injured enough to make fighting difficult, he's in a hut in the middle of nowhere, and his only source of information is the person who brought him here - you

For all he knows, you could have been the person who hurt him enough to trap him, you could be keeping him captive for your own entertainment, you could be lying to him about who he is

Something in his gut tells him it's been done to him before

But as another day or two passes, he quickly realizes you're an exception. He knows how to observe and read people, and you truly care about him. He still hates touch, though

He doesn't know what madness possessed you to feel that way, but he doesn't take your feelings and actions lightly either

You're about to be on the receiving end of a scary amount of unquestioning loyalty, without the stability of a trusting, secure relationship to temper it

So relieved when his memories come back. He's a whole new level of trusting with you now that he knows what you'd do for him

Portia

It's gut wrenching to watch your partner for life open her eyes and the first words out of her mouth be "hey cutie, what's your name?"

Somehow, it's even worse when her response to your crestfallen face is to pull you into a hug, warm and comforting and yet distant with the politeness of trying to help a stranger

As soon as she starts asking questions and you tell her what happened, she's determined to make things right

That's okay if she doesn't remember, you're here to tell her! Not to mention how excited she is to find out that she's already bagged the attractive stranger who's been showing her so much love

So full of wide-eyed wonder for the life you two had built together. Tell her everything, show her your daily routines, share the inside jokes, take her to your favorite date spots

Still not comfortable with physical affection beyond cheek kisses

Flirts with you nonstop anyways. You're strung between her optimism, her clear affection for you, her relational distance from you, and the knowledge that it isn't what it was. It's sweet agony

Covers you in kisses while she sobs when her memories return

Lucio

A. Pain. In. The. Ass - Neck.

The thing that makes the life he has with you so wonderful now is the fact that he shares it with you. You make him want to be a better person. You make a bedroll safer than a suite

But when he doesn't remember you? Everything about the life you've built together is distasteful to him at first

What do you mean, you don't own a house? He's this much of a grown up and still living the nomadic lifestyle of his early twenties?

Sure, you're cute, and the part of him deep down that craves and appreciates your love keeps drawing him back to you, but he'd always thought he'd end up with someone rich and powerful

You're just a journeyman. The magic is cool, but still - really?

Keeps trying to wander off and make reckless, selfish decisions and handing the responsibility to you. If you didn't want him to blow your budget on caviar, why'd you give him the coin purse?

Gets so uncomfortable with the conscience he has around you

Doesn't have many words when his memories return. He just wants to hold you tight and apologize until he can make up for it all

[demigoddessqueens]

magic hands

part 3 of my giving massages/fluff series

masterlist 10

asra

Very intimate and gentle touches with each other, with Asra planting kisses along your hands when you massage him

julian

So needy and demanding of your time and touch, insists he gives you a massage back, also melts into your touch

portia

Thinks it’s so cute that you do this for her, and has the happiest look on her face when you massage her shoulders

nadia

Thinks it’s very sweet of you to do this for her

Will set aside time to make it a whole spa day for you both

muriel

Was hesitant at first but slowly lets you touch in such an intimate way, low groans of relief when you massage him, melting into you

lucio

Not at all patient and demands even more of your affections

Or he’ll hire a servant to give you both couples massages

[local-critter]

Asra Alnazar, who has craved your love for so long that now that you're so willing to give it to him, he finds himself feeling so needy. Every act of affection you give him, unprompted, has him swooning because it reminds him he is wanted and he is loved.

Asra, who for the first time in a very long time feels he has a place he can truly belong in; a home with you.

Asra, who has learned to never take a single moment with you for granted but still had to stay away from you for both of your sakes, is floored when you choose to spend time with him and go on trips with him.

Asra, who gets to relearn all the things he loves about you as you come into your own once more, who gets to see you grow and learn and falls for you more and more.

Asra, who's favorite place to be is wherever you are.

Asra, who loves you so much it scares him.

Asra, who wakes up every morning eager to spend a day with you, because he can do that now. Because now there is nothing between you too and he is free to love you when he's had to hold himself back for so long.

Just, Asra Alnazar.

[miguel-owhora]

since you're talking about arcana men can we talk about how much of a slut Asra 100% is

you cannot tell me this man would not let you fuck his cunt in some shit bar while he rubs off whatever needy drunks stick their cocks in his face

asra is such a fucking slut it's crazy

could you imagine pinning his legs to his chest, getting a full view of his pretty, plump pussy, how you wouldn't be able to differentiate your cum from the mass of thick, curly white pubes flowering around his cunt? he'd probably be smug and cooing at you, praising you and he'd be sooo loud, head thrown back as he falls apart around your cock 🤭🤭🤭

ykw, maybe julian makes an appearance at the bar and he's startled to see you just fucking asra with no regard to the crowd forming around you guys. maybe you or asra notice him and beckon him, and there's a delicious blush thrown over his cheeks and to the tips of his ears, how his pussy begins to grow wet. it doesn't take much to convince julian, and before anyone knows it, he's clambered over asra's face and riding it, shaking and mewling above him as you fuck into asra's gushing cunt and pressing kisses along julian's back.

[iridescent-solstice]

"Sleepy!" Faust declares as she wiggles herself back onto Asra's shoulders, giving him a squeeze for comfort in the process. The two sit in silence for a while as they gazed upon the lump occupying the living room sofa. There laid Estrella, curled up into a ball with only a small blanket loosely holding onto her right shoulder. Though most of it was on the floor-

Which explains her slightly shivering.

The lilac haired magician merely hums under his breath as he brushes Estrella's bangs away from her face. Leaning back, he grabs onto the blanket loitering on the floor and wraps it securely around her. Swaddling her like one would a baby. "I told her not to overwork herself," he mutters. "Stubborn . . . " Faust replies before attempting to slip onto her shoulders instead only for Asra to pull away before she could. His eyes drowning in sadness as he shoots Faust a sympathetic look. "Sorry Faust but if you do that, she'll wake up immediately . . ." He trails off knowing just how much they both miss her. But Estrella will never get better if she doesn't take a break. So, he has to even if he doesn't want to scold Faust. She tilts her head at him apologetically before promptly slipping away. Odd behaviour, but not unusual. Another customer must has entered the shop he presumes.

It's okay, he tells himself. Faust can buy him just a few more minutes. "Time!" Faust whispers in his head leading to a small chuckle escaping him. With that confirmation in mind, he leans forward to nuzzle his nose against Estrella's. Low lidded eyes shut softly before he brushes his lips against hers. A light touch that turns into a needy kiss. She smiles instantly. Then tries to shuffle closer to him for more contact, but he wills himself away from her. That smile however, never leaves. Tempting . . . But he can't stay. He knows that. Too many responsibilities and not enough time. So, with a sigh he forces himself to stand up. To get away before it's too late. There's a shop to run downstairs and he's not sure Faust can package herbs as well as she claims to . . . "Mean," Faust huffs in his head making Asra grin while he makes his way downstairs.

[ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @saradika-graphics]

[doubledown]

Hello ! I deadass fuckin forgot about this account and uh yeah I will try to be more active but I can't promise anything at alll

Honestly idrc its your shit you do what you want

The reader is Gender neutral for this fic but male pronouns are used

Also who should I do next? I have deadass run out of ideas for fics 😗✌️

TW: Hair pulling, Caught Masturbating, Degradation, Pleasure Crying, Light choking, Use of Master/Doll, Edging, Fingering, Pegging/Bare Back ( depends on how you wanna interpret it ), Breeding(?)

Feedback is always welcomed ! Even if it's harsh as long as it's criticism and not just rude behavior

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" Fuck... " Asra moaned his cock twitching in his hand. While he knew the risk if you caught him but he was just so needy. You had been messing with him all morning without even knowing it. The way you moved and the way you tamed him...Just the thought of your hands around his neck teasing his breath made him pick up his pace. He threw his head back pants and your name mixing with his soft groans and whimpers of pleasure. He hadn't even heard the door to your place open. " Doll I'm home ! " You called closing the door.

" Shit. " He thought. He was so close. Fuck why did you have to come home just when he was on the edge of cumming. He half away tripped in an effort to quickly get himself together and try not to seem like he was doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to. " H-Hey love. " He said moving his hair out of his face as you walked. His cock practically throbbing to be touched. " Hey Sweetheart. Everything alright? " You asked a rather confused look on your face. Honestly he looked really sweaty and his hair was more of a mess then usual.

" Y-Yeah I'm perfectly fine hun. Just had a rather intense dream is all. " He laughed. Shit did he sound nervous? Maybe the laugh was to loud? Fuck he was just getting himself worked up more and more. " Asra. " Your tone more concerned then anything. He was so caught up in his own head he hadn't even noticed you until you were towering over him. And the moment he looked up to you his mind went blank. You had always had that type of effect on him. No matter how deep in worry he was in you always calmed his mind.

" Doll is there something you would like to confess? " Oh Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. You already knew. Wasn't that hard to see his cock hard and at attention. After all Asra wasn't small in the slightest. " Im sorry..." Was all he said in that pathetically whiny tone he always used when he knew he was in trouble. " I'm sorry Master...Ple-" He began saying before your hands found his throat. Not enough to hurt him of course but enough for him to get the hint to shut up. " Please? " You said almost laughing. " I haven't even said anything and your already proven your guilty. Seriously? Not even a reasonable excuse? " At the same time though you weren't gonna punish him half as bad as you planned to. But you weren't gonna let him know that.

He couldn't even really answer before he was flat on his elbows trying his best to stay up right with you on top of him. " You really are alittle attention whore huh? " You mockingly whispered with a smirk your lips barely grazing the other's lips as you leaned in. Your eyes meeting his only to be met back with harsh whine. " Just pathetic... " You softly laughed your hands teasing at the tip of his cock. " M...Fuck..Master pleasee..... " He begged. You hadn't even really did anything and he already was begging like a bitch in heat.

You pushed him on his stomach pinning his arms behind his back. You gently pushed your fingers in him causing him to whimper as he pushed back against them. He groaned as you gripped the back of his hair pulling it back to meet his eyes. " Quit moving. " You said simply tears already in his eyes from the ache in his cock. You let go of his hair only to put your hands on his neck pinning him against the pillow. You began pumping your fingers forcing him to cry out in relief and contentment. " Oh stop being dramatic Asra. " You laughed as you began adding another finger in. He cried out biting into the pillow his eyes already on the verge of rolling to the back of his head and his face a mess of tears.

You hadn't even stuffed him yet and he already was over here losing his mind. By the time you added a fourth he was on the verge of cumming. " o-Oh Fuck I..Im gonna cum-M! " He cried. And just when he thought he was gonna burst you stopped in mid pump. " So when excatly did I say you could cum? Hm? " You asked as you pulled his head up your knee resting on his wrist keeping him in place. He looked up at you burning need in his eyes. " Plea-ase....Maste-er pleaseee I-I've learned my lesson I won't do it again I promise. I'll be good I'l-l be so fuckin good.." He whined. " You are such a greedy little bitch. " You laughed. " But I can't just leave you here. Gotta finish what I started. " You hummed in his ear. He shivered as you pulled his hips up against you putting both of your hands over his. " Just breath sweetheart... " You said leaving small kisses on his back as you entered him. A small groan came from both of you as you bottomed out.

" Fuck Asra.. " You huffed as you moved your hips starting off nice and slow. " Y/nnnn please.. " he groaned pushing back against you. " Y/nnn " you mocked a mischievous grin on your face as you thrusted faster. " You are such a damn drama queen for some dick huh? " You said only to get a harsh moan in return. " That's it baby let it out for me. " You hummed in his ear a huff of curses comin from him as tears pooled in his eyes. " F-Fuck m-Master p-pleasee cum in me-e ple-ease pleas-se please please please ! " He cried out tears pratically pouring from his eyes. " Got damn it Asra.. " You muttered as you slipped one around his waist and one hand firmly gripping his hair thrustin in him deeply " Fuc-ckk ! M-Maste-er ! " He mewled loudly just as you finished with a loud groan slamming into one more time causing him to cry out. You breathed raggedly as you pulled out cum drippin out of him. " What do you say? " You asked breathlessly. " T-Thank you Master.. " He purred with a low eyed smile.

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

SO this bad post went out on its own (not: it's my falut, I'm a dork) without a text! Apologize. Let's proceed!

Sooo apparently the handling trauma was much appreciated! I was seriously afraid to be tumblrstoned for talking about such a delicate stuff. BUT since people here love reading about people's trauma (u lovely sikos) let's go ahead with...

Handling Trauma

~asra

[tw: weals, manhandling, low-key domination, also abandonment trauma]

Asra is charming, confident, and a master magician. He has seen the worlds and always carries wonderful trinkets in his pockets; dances and sings, and when he's around everything seems to glitter and shine.

That's why is so easy to forget how actually broken he is - the mere fact that he doesn't takes it out on the people around him like Lucio does doesn't mean he's ok - on the contrary, this only makes it worse.

He was a kid when his parents didn't came back home. Do you really believe that Lucio or his courtiers bothered to tell him? He didn't become an orphan in the spur of a fleeting moment - it was a slow, scary, crippling realization. Day after day he waited, he asked, he searched. Night after night he cried, he called, he begged - until he surrendered to the looming silence haunting his parents' bedroom.

He was found by you and your aunt, but by that time he was almost a young man already. So came the days when he looked up to you and slowly fell in love. He longed for your touch when he could see you, and waited to see you every time you were away.

He had found a new family, and soon he won your love.

And then, shortly after, the plague took everything from him - his family, his master, his love, his friends. His serenity, and his happiness.

He loved you, and he lost you. He broke the most sacred law of life to have you back, and spent three long years caring for you, weaving a spiderweb of lies to secure your safety.

It's so easy to forget how desperately afraid of loss Asra is, but thinking about it makes it crystal clear. And there's no way to forget it in your moments together, for when he's the most vulnerable, it shows.

Asra's eyes are hungry for your image. You've never seen him closing his eyes when you're together, as if you could disappear if he close his eyes. There's always a purple glimpse gazing behind his white lashes.

He gifted you a silk sleeping mask, embroidered with moon and stars, because there's always a candle, a lantern, a bonfire next to you when you sleep together. The candle went out on a moonless night, once. You woke in pain, Asra's arms clenching compulsively your body, as he gasped for air through the tears. You had to conjure a magic light on your fingertips, as if he'd forgot he was a magician as well, and spent the night kissing his face, caressing his shivering chest until dawn. Only then he managed to explain.

"I felt the darkness swallowing you".

The following night, yow went to Muriel's and came home with a mossy trunk covered in fairy helmets.

A bunch of glowing mushrooms is cute and helpful indeed, but is far from being a real solution. Asra keeps disappearing for days when he feels vulnerable, just to come back more frantic and confused than before. You can feel the grasp fear has on his soul in the way he holds your wrists tight as you're making love, you can hear it in his words as he asks you with the softest voice if you do still love him, begging you to never leave.

The awareness of his fears follows you even when you're not with him, written in the weals on your skin -on your wrists and hips. When he saw it one morning he begged you to let him erase them with magic. You refused though - you're adamant this is something to be faced.

Each time he's afraid he's all over you, needy for the feeling of your bodies fuse together, for your abandonment in his arms. He's passionate and eager for your delight - each night he wants to hear you screaming his name -again and again, and then tenderly hold your body worn out by the shivers all through the night.

As you indulge his needs when the sun goes down, you become kind but firm when it rises. He when all is said and done, you know you can't do this alone. It's a long way to make Asra feel safe and loved again, and it starts from his friends knowing how much he truly needs their love.

Disclaimer: as usual, this is PURELY FICTIONAL. I'm not a therapist, and this aren't suggestions about how to handle this sort of problems. Irl intimacy problems are shitty and actually really boring. That's why no one writes about it! Oh, and the fairy helmets technically glow, but it's almost invisible to the human's eye. Sry.

[fox-daddy]

Baby Fever with my main 3 Mc's

I've wanted to write this prompt since I saw baby fever appear in a poll so when it won I was over the moon. Then my adhd hit and I did nothing but sit on it and the prompt closes soon so- Incase I don't get it done on time here's how I think my Mc's would deal with baby fever.

Hunter;

Immune. Totally does not get baby fever. What is baby fever? sounds stupid. Too cool for baby fever. They don't even have a fever they checked!

The fact their babing their Li's familiar? totally normal. Pepi was asking to be carried like that since she wouldn't stop trying to eat their lunch, Inanna's paw was sore they couldn't have her walking around on it. Malak? Okay, yeah they have no excuse for holding Malak like a baby outside the fact playing with his bird feet is fun.

Forces their Li to be their pillow more often. In general being way more cuddly wanting to just be held more often than usual.

eats way more meat more specifically rare stakes and Liver pâté.

suddenly seems to always have at least one piece of candy on them.

Julian;

Just happens to pick up more mini lollipops for the kids that visit his clinic. It would be a tragedy if he ran ou- oh he already has a packed in the draw? these one's are different flavors though what if a kid doesn't like grape and apple and wants strawberry?

Slowly more often uses the amount of medical books Julian has to look up random questions. Until they basically have a certain book by the bed so they can just reach over and grab it if they wake up with a burning question.

Becomes more aggressively protective of urchin kids running around keeping closer eye on them which indirectly means bringing kids to Julian to be checked out whenever injured. Typically bad grazes and small cuts.

Seems to always know where Malak is. Did I mention they baby their Li's familiar way more? holding like baby, giving treats, making sure their happy and content.

Portia;

Them taking learning how to cook more seriously.

Spending more time around the castle garden because theirs baby birds everywhere? nah totally just got lost on their way to the cottage. (what do you mean they've been together 2 years? they can still get lost)

Why are they reading the cuter fantasy books instead of their usual darker taste? don't worry about it.

Muriel;

spends way more time with the chickens than they used to.

may have built a new chicken coop. Okay their wild and their neighbors not their pets but they deserve a good house with nice roosting spots.

why are they holding a chicken and having it from their hand? it's being bullied and they just wanted to make sure it was eating enough.

Kyle;

Goes from no thoughts towards children to actually thinking about it a lot more.

work on the logistics of having a child and what that would mean, can they afford it? do they have the time and energy? etc

then theirs the fact he's a transdude if he has to carry it he doesn't want to risk hating himself the entire time. It's going to have to be something he's serious about.

dreams about the future way more and with a higher chance of looking after a child during it.

spent a solid half hour crying over accidently killing a butterfly/moth. had to be consoled.

becomes way more cuddly.

feels more bedtime urges if you know what I mean. (if you don't this image or it's description will explain; VVV)

Asra;

visits Salim and Aisha more for both tea and stories about Asra's childhood.

more defensive? snappy? about certain topics without realizing it. Not enough for it to be aggressive but more akin to someone not wanting to think about something.

stays home more often than before especially for long trips as they don't have the appeal for him right then.

I wouldn't say he babies Faust but he definitely lets her get away with more than he normally would.

Nadia;

becomes more attached? needy? hard to find the right word but Kyle is sitting through more meetings than normal to be by Nadia's side. Not necessarily needing her attention just presence.

Lucio left behind a bunch of untamed animals you say? within a month or two they mostly have homes or are now Kyle's ill-tamed animal. (he actually cares for the animals under his care)

daydreams more often and rearranges the bed every few days like a fussy hen. (only the bed since Nadia had to put a limit for how often Kyle is allowed to rearrange the entire room.)

subconsciously avoids alcohol more even though he doesn't drink much to begin with.

Bluebell;

goodluck noticing their baby fever. They burry it as deeper as Asra buries his truma. As deep as Julian buries his self-worth. as deep as-

Lucio;

more cuddly, cuddling with Lucio and the dogs more than before.

somehow ends up looking after a baby animal. If the animal grows up and they still have baby fever then they somehow end up with another baby animal in their care.

occasionally talk to Lucio about if he want's kids. If he doesn't drops the topic faster than you'd drop a hot potato.

[teeth-farie]

Imagine is Yan!Naga!Asra's venom worked as a sort of aphrodisiacs? When he tells you about his venom, you were surprised but also dangerously curious at the same time. And told him that if he wanted to, he could sneak some of his venom into your food or drink. And asra immediately agreed on it. He was so excited about sharing his venom with you that his tail started wagging. Two day have pasted since your request, and you've thought that Asra decided that he didn't want to do it, so you accepted and didn't bother him with that. If only you knew that he never forget about it, and spiked the wine that you brought from the human village with his venom. And you drank it without a doubt on your mind.

- 🧇

👀👀👀👀👀

You felt excitement when Asra shared that tidbit with you, even if your sex lives were already healthy enough. He tells you that in small quantities, his venom gives aphrodisiac qualities. You give him your consent to take you by surprise with it, and you wait and wait, and days go by and nothing happens. You assume maybe he got cold feet (or should I say tail) or that he simply forgot all about the idea.

Until you the bottle of wine you grabbed from the village. You don’t take notice to how it’s already been opened once before, and the excitable look on Asras face when you drink doesn’t alarm you either, considering he always wears some kind of lovesick expression when he’s around you. But then you start to feel a little warmer than the alcohol should make you, a little more tingly, a little more needy. And Asra is all too happy to offer himself up as your relief when you can’t take it anymore, shedding your clothes from the heat within, grabbing onto his thick tail to fuck into his vent. (He’s so blissfully cool, all of him, you wish you could just stay buried in him forever—)

[ghoulfriendfangs]

Little Rabbit

This quick drabble was requested by @r3ns0m, I hope you enjoy it!

During the Masquerade, you and Asra run into the maze for a quick break together.

{WC: ~350} {Asra x reader, masquerade, implied spicy but no explicit scenes, softness}

  “In here?” You asked in confusion, nearly breathless as Asra led you through the beautiful hedge maze, his white puffy hair reminded you of a rabbit as he ducked between fresh green buds and technicolor flowers, through turns that were not intended and entryways that did not exist, until you both found yourselves in a tiny little hiding spot within a thick hedge wall, just barely big enough to hide two bodies from the guests walking on both sides. “Aren’t you worried about being seen?”

  Just as you ask that, a dome of magic encloses the two of you and shimmers with green sparkles, and suddenly the leaves double to twice as many.

  “Nope,” Asra cheekily answers, “as long as we stay quiet.”

  “You mean…” you crawl further atop him, delighting in the way his eyes sparkle beneath his fox mask. Just as mischievous as the real thing, he is. “So long as you can stay quiet, Asra?”

  “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” said the same magician who always exaggerated his moans back at the shop, especially if he thought someone might hear.

  You put your soft gloved hands over his, the grass lush and soft and serving as a wonderful blanket underneath him. The music from the courtyard just barely audible under the steady rhythm of those wandering the maze. He felt like he could purr.

  “I love you,” he sighed, “this is all like a dream.”

  “Like the best of dreams,” you couldn’t agree more. The sight of him laying in the dew sparkling grass like a portrait, his dress slipping off his shoulders and his blush and visable under the mask, the leaves painting patterns of shadow across your love.

  You lift the hem of his dress, and suddenly his face softens… going from mischievous and flirtatious to a delicate, doe eyed blush. The fox giving away to a soft, needy rabbit. The same way he does every time you undress him, no matter how many countless times.

  “Why?” You ask, tracing a finger between his legs.

  “…because you always do it when looking into my eyes… I like that.”

[lonely-shine]

Plagued by Thoughts of You

[Read on AO3]

*Fandom: The Arcana *Rating: Mature *Relationships: Asra/Julian *Characters: Asra, Julian, Mentioned Apprentice *Chapters: 1/1 (one shot) *Wordcount: 2.700~ *Additional tags: Red Plague, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms, hurt no comfort, grieving/mourning, non-explicit sex

*Summary: The death of apprentice Shell left a gaping void in both Asra's and Julian's hearts, which they try to ignore with single-minded focus to their goal (one bringing her back, the other curing the plague) and looking for something they know they can't have in the other.

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It was late when Asra got back to the shop, the sky dark and cloudy overhead, the streets cold and quiet. He sighed when he finally stepped in and closed the door behind him, tired; it had been a long day at the Palace.

"Finally alone..." he muttered, mostly to himself.

Faust slithered out of his sash and flickered her tongue at him.

"He is so annoying, isn't he?" Asra said, smiling and giving Faust some scritches. He didn't dislike Ilya, and hadn't minded when Countess Nadia asked them to work together, but he was so tiring to deal with. "So clingy and so needy and..." And he's not her, he thought, frowning, but didn't voice this aloud.

He was not her. He was not her and would never be. How could he even think of being with him when Shell was dead? How could he be so preoccupied with the cure when that wouldn't bring her back? She was his apprentice too. He knew her, he knew her and still did nothing to—

Asra took in a deep breath as he braced on the shop's counter, his knuckles becoming white from the force of it. His vision blurred and he saw his own hands in different times and places: cupping Shell's face as she lovingly gazed at him, covered in blood as he retrieved her ashes and charred bones from the grounds of the Lazaret.

'If I can't convince you to stay and you can't convince me to go, maybe we should split up,' she had said, and he had agreed, feeling hurt and betrayed, and left. Left her behind. Left her to die alone and...

He shook his head, trying to dislodge the feeling and redirecting his thoughts to anger instead. "He's not her," he said, aloud this time. Anger and hate felt better than guilt and grieving, made him feel more in control, and he needed that feeling of control. "And he's impossible."

Faust wrapped warmly around his shoulders in a gesture of comfort, and he let out a shaky breath he didn't quite realize he was holding. "You miss her too, don't you?" he said, then stepped away from the counter and towards the shelves, all stuffed to the brim with books and magical items. "Soon enough. I will bring you back, Shell," he said, taking one of the heavy tomes in his hands. "I will fix this."

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By the time Julian finished his shift it was well past midnight. He crammed into the nook that functioned as his office in the medical dungeons and lit a candle for light.

He rubbed at his face, sighing, and slumped into the chair at the narrow desk —ridden with scattered books, papers, and medical tools— that took one of the walls of the tiny space.

The days at the Palace were long, and the nights were even longer. So much death, so much suffering... How many victims had he seen? Strangers, acquaintances, his own colleagues once they succumbed to the disease...

And then there was her, he thought as he unlocked the desk's drawer and took out Shell's last record to him. He hadn't seen her body —she had been directly cremated at the Lazaret, he later found out— yet he could still picture her dead on his arms, on Valdemar's table during their demonstrations...

Julian shivered. Valdemar always made the fine hairs on his nape stand on end. There was something... off about them. Just as well that Shell's body never entered the Palace. He couldn't have borne to see her in that state.

The paper page of the record crumpled as his fingers reflexively clutched at it, his eyes fixed on Shell's signature at the bottom corner.

How could have he missed her death? She was his apprentice, his responsibility, and he didn't even know she was sick until after her death. How could have he been so careless? He should have kept a better eye on her. Should have protected her. Now all that remained to remind him of her was that record...

The record, and Asra.

He was a little surprised, when Countess Nadia introduced him to them. Shell had talked about Asra with him —and from what he'd gathered, they had been very close indeed— but he never thought he'd meet them.

Asra was... a little odd. So carefree and with his head always on the cloud, even in the midst of a plague. Were all magicians like that?

Belatedly, Julian remembered Shell was a magician too —she hadn't talked that much about it, while they'd worked together. Oh, but she made it sound so different! More coherent and less hocus pocus. Almost more like engineering than magic. Almost.

No, it must be something about Asra himself then, and not his profession. But he must be a good one, even so. Shell had spoken fondly of him, and she had been so kind and brave and... Well, she must have had good taste.

Or, well, she usually must have. She must not have been at her best when she answered to Julian's half-hearted flirting. Probably was just humouring him anyway. Or just being kind. He shouldn't assume.

But, ahh, how had she made his heart sore! Should he have confessed his feelings to her? Maybe not, considering how it all had ended up. What kind of man would he be, to confess his love and then forget about her until after her death? Better he had kept it to himself.

Julian sighed and put the report back on its place in the drawer.

He couldn't save Shell, it was far too late for that, he knew, but he could find a cure. He could prevent more deaths. Shell had wanted to help the people of Vesuvia; he had a small hope that in finding a cure he would earn her forgiveness, if only a little, for being too busy to notice it when she was gone.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

That thought spiralled inside his head enough that it made him dizzy. He got up from the chair and almost hit his head on the ceiling.

He had to get out. The air down in the dungeons was always so thick and oppressive, he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, not with the thoughts and smell of sickness in and around him.

Julian left the Palace at a brisk pace, and soon he could feel the cobbled streets of the city under the soles of his boots. The air was misty, and cold enough that it hurt his lungs when he breathed, which felt right.

He told himself he didn't know where he was going, that he was just wandering, as he walked down the streets. Just a stroll to clear up his mind.

However, his mind was too full of concern for a certain magician for him to believe his own lie, his steps clearly leading to the Centre City.

He was just checking on them, Julian tried to convince himself of on the way. He couldn't let harm come their way. They were the last connection he had to Shell. If they died...

No, he wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't keep Shell safe, but the same wouldn't happen with Asra.

Giving up on the pretense of a random stroll, Julian turned his heel and took the shortest route to the magic shop. It was late, but Asra was a nocturnal creature too. With any luck, he'd find him awake.

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Herbs, magical tools, and heavy tomes were scattered on the backroom’s floor as Asra tried another spell, the air filling with a thick, purplish mist as their power manifested.

They had consulted every book they could get their hands on during their research. Books about the Arcana, curses, healing, forbidden spells, necromancy… The latter ones always required a body to work with, which was useless when they hadn't found but charred bones and ash of Shell.

None of the books gave them the information that they wanted, that they needed. They’d have to figure a way out themself.

A sudden, insistent knock on the door distracted them from their musings, making them turn their gaze away from the book they were holding. Who could it be at that hour? With a sigh, they went to answer.

When they opened the door, Asra found the lanky, nervous figure he knew well waiting outside. "Ilya?" They couldn't help but frown, not that Ilya dropping by was rare, but the hour definitely was. "What are you doing here? I told you I'd be fine."

"Yeah, I know, I just—" Ilya tiptoed his way around them to get inside, then snuffled his nose at the thick, purplish streams of mist coming out of the backroom. "Wait, what— What are you doing here?" He started coughing, doubling over at the power of the spell in the air.

"Can't you tell?" Asra said, letting the door close and grabbing Ilya by the chin to make him look at them. "Just a magic trick."

"Ah, something from one of those ridiculous tomes?" Ilya asked, breathing heavily.

They sighed, letting go of him. "Something from one of those ridiculous tomes." They took a long look at him then. Ilya was... He was a lot of things, but he held an imprint of Shell in him. It was not strong, but it was proof of her existence. Maybe... "If you'd like to help, I'm sure I could find a use for you."

"I—" He swallowed audibly. "Will it help? If I do it, will it change anything?"

Asra's gaze darkened as they turned away. "I hope so," they said, voice low and dangerous, drawing the curtains to the backroom open.

Ilya followed them inside, giving a wary look to the scattered books and the magic circle drawn onto the small, round table at the centre of the room.

Asra gestured to the circle, serious and looking directly at Ilya's eyes. "Blood. Bone. Sweat and tears. All powerful catalysts for these spells," they explained, carefully regarding Ilya. They knew perfectly well how squeamish he was about magic, how superstitious. How far was he willing to go? How committed was he to Shell? He couldn't know the spell was for her. Would he help them anyway? "I wonder... How much are you willing to give up, Ilya?"

"I— Uhm, well, that is to say— You know—" He gulped, visibly straining against the force of the spell permeating the room, then bit his lip as he looked at them. "I'll give you all of me, if that's what you need," he finally said, blushing.

So loyal. So eager. A lopsided smile twitched Asra's lips up, despite themself. They shook their head. "For now, I just need your hand."

Ilya immediately extended his arm over the table, no hesitation. Asra raised an eyebrow, half amused, half surprised by this. They hadn't expected such willingness, given his dislike for magic... Then again, maybe he was just trying to gain their favour.

No matter, a willing offering was a willing offering. They took out an ornate dagger from the pile of objects scattered around the tiny room and, holding his wrist firmly with their free hand, sliced Ilya's palm open.

Blood sluggishly came out from the shallow wound, trickling down his skin and dripping onto the table.

Asra held their breath when the magic circle started glowing upon coming in contact with Ilya's blood, daring to hope it might be enough... Then deflated when the glow quickly faded away.

"Is, er, is that it?" Ilya asked, sounding uncertain.

They let go of his wrist, turning away from the now-dark circle, feeling tired once again. Another one that did nothing. "That's all I need from you, Ilya."

"Now, hold on, what kind of magic was that? What did that do?" He stepped around the table, towards them, his voice equal parts curious and concerned.

Asra shrugged. They didn’t feel like explaining. "I'm not sure. I won't know until it happens. Perhaps nothing. Perhaps..."

"Are you putting yourself in dange—"

Asra sighed and turned around sharply, shutting him up by grabbing his wrist. "You talk too much, Ilya," they said, their eyes fixed in his.

Ilya looked back at him, blushing up mightily. "Th-then just tell me what to do instead."

Asra felt themself smiling, their anger now faded. Ilya wasn’t always easy to deal with, but then again, he wasn’t always difficult either. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" they said, taking a step forward, forcing him to take one back.

"Y-you— Oh my god, yes." He managed to blush even more deeply as they slid one of their legs between his. "I'll do anything you want, anything at all, whatever you need."

Asra sobered down somewhat at the look of hunger and longing from Ilya. Longing felt too close to love. "You know I can't give you everything you want, Ilya."

He slid down to his knees, not taking his eyes off them. "I'll take what I can get."

They placed a hand on Ilya’s throat, not as much grabbing it as just resting their fingers there, for the moment. Still, they could feel his pulse jumping as they leaned down to whisper on his ear. "And when it hurts you?"

This close, they could hear him gulp. "I can take it."

Asra laughed, with no real mirth nor malice behind it. They pushed Ilya down on the floor, hand on his chest, and leaned down to breathe on his neck. "Then let it be. Just stop me if you need it."

********

'Just stop me if you need it,' Asra had said.

But he wouldn’t. Need it, that was. He wanted the pain. And Asra being the one delivering it felt right.

Julian could feel Asra’s hands sliding under his clothes, griping, scratching, pulling moans and groans from him. He held onto their hips with urgency, pulling them closer.

"Hands to yourself, Ilya," Asra said, their voice firm, snapping like a whip.

He obediently let go, putting his arms above his head, submissive.

"That’s better." Asra smirked and resumed his handling, expert and teasing.

The magic in the air was gone, but Julian’s shortness of breath was not, even if for fully different reasons now. He pleaded, he begged, and wherever Asra touched him, he felt his skin burn in a way that only left him wanting for more.

He could feel the tension increasingly building up inside him as Asra traced paths on his skin with hands, teeth, and tongue, marking their way and making his head spin. He arced his back towards Asra, struggling against their grip and calling their name when it finally released.

Asra looked at him from above, a lopsided smile on his lips. He seemed pleased, but he wasn’t done yet.

"Ah," Julian breathed. "Let me hel—"

"Don’t," Asra said, a hand pressed to Julian's chest while keeping the other on himself. "Stay down."

He nodded, obedient, his heartbeat fast against Asra’s palm as he worked himself up on top of him, sweaty, struggling, and so freaking beautiful Julian couldn’t help but stare as he too found release.

Still panting , Asra stayed still for a moment , catching his breath, then combed a hand through the mess of his white curls, pulling them back and away from his face. He smiled, c heeky , looking at him from above. " I hope that wasn’t too much? "

Julian bit his lip, holding a groan back . " Not at all. "

Then Asra got off him , standing up, and started fixing himself and his clothes back together. " Well, it got rather late to keep at this, " he said, moving away and disappearing from his view.

Julian wasn’t sure if they were talking about the sex or the magic. When he sat up to take look at them, Asra had produced a pitcher of water and a glass from somewhere in the room, and was offering the latter to him.

" O-oh! Thank you,” he mumbled, taking the glass. The water was pleasantly cold.

Asra nodded and leaned against the small, round table, leaving the pitcher on it. "You should get some sleep, Ilya. You start early tomorrow." He paused for a long second, looking away, then got up and away from the table. "You can take the couch in the shop, if you need." He said, finally looking back at him with an expression Julian couldn’t read. "Goodnight, Ilya."

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Needy!M6 Drabble was sooo good it has me hoping for a mini HC of Needy!MC so could I request an MC just needing some extra reassurance and love?

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 when MC's feeling needy

Julian: the fussing dials up to 100, he's holding your hands, smoothing your hair, adjusting the room temperature, wrapping you up, offering food and water, kissing your palms and waxing poetic about all the reasons he loves you so dearly as he holds your gaze

Asra: teetering between their old habit of trying not to let you get too close and finally being able to do as they please. builds a pillow pile/fort/snuggle nest, gets all tangled up with you inside, traces your face and gazes at you adoringly with whispered compliments

Nadia: all of her provider instincts finally have an outlet. you're not allowed to move now, she's holding you in her lap and hand feeding you your favorite snacks and treating your skin and hair until they shine and going detail by detail over all of your personal strengths

Muriel: his love for you is slowly but surely winning out over his anxiety. napping and peaceful spots are his forte, so he'll take you out somewhere mossy and green and wrap you up with him in warm soft furs and press the occasional kiss to your temple while he holds you

Portia: oh, she loves the chance to return some love when she's developed such an appreciation for yours. she's turning the entire cottage into a cozy little nook, and then she's tugging you onto the couch and into her arms and playing with your hair and loving on you

Lucio: it might take a second for him to realize what you need, but once he does, he's so happy. he needs you too - and there's no reason not to indulge. he's getting as physical as you're comfortable with, rambling to you all about how safe he'll keep you so you can relax

[fox-daddies]

Reading a certian smutty blog I've been thinking about my Mc's and A/B/O. Without any more banter;

Kyle; (mostly shipped with Nadia and Asra)

Omega, O-MEG-A

Has irregular and far spread heats but don't let that fool you when he goes into heat he GOES into heat.

The first sign is nesting as his uege to nest always comes a few hours before his scent spikes in intensity. It's his only warning to get somewhere private and to lock up shop.

Kyle nests either in the overstuffed bed or on the floor. Will not nest in Nadia's bed but will nest on the floor next to it, won't nest in the Nopal bed but will nest on the floor next to it, will not nest in Portia's bed but will nest next to it. The overstuffed bed is the exception not the rule.

Uses the cool floor to help with his rising heat as he moves between floor and nest and floor and nest and floor an-.

Plushies, blankets, pillows, give him anything with the right texture and he'll love them even more in that moment (Best texture is slightly rough and scratchy but not only scratchy. The worst texture he'll throw out immediately is silk. Too smooth too slippery.)

Give them a good item with their scent on it and he's burying his face into it. Or better yet sit on the floor and let him bury himself into them. (Especially if Asra or Nadia are wearing a scarf or something lose he will bury his face into with a loud purr.)

Closes the shop when in heat purely because they cannot function at all. Will spend the day rolling around on the floor making soft noises and lots of scenting. Cannot control his scent even when out of heat as the right amount of nuzzling and nipping from Nadia and Asra will force him to release a comforting scent. Forced scenting doesn't hurt at all and he doesn't mind it as it's just a subconscious reaction he hasn't learned to control.

Absolutely weak to mating bites and neck bites in general.

Lastly purring. Kyle purrs a lot. Gentle head rub? Purring. Picked up? Purring. Cuddling? You guessed it purring. Not even necessarily while in heat. However in heat purring is the most common noise out of his lips.

Hunter; (mostly shipped Muriel, Julian and Portia)

They are an alpha.

Has such a high control of their pheromones it's hard to tell what part of their cycle their in.

Unless their in rut but that's more due to how they act not their pheromones.

Will actually try and decrease pheromone production during their rut but will eventually lead to them releasing a bunch of it at once. As they give into their rut.

Has routine and short ruts but gets super agressive during this time.

Not physically of course but will growl and hiss at everyone even Muriel. Has to explain it's because of hormones and not because they'll actually attack or actually feels angry at them.

Because of their background has just learned to react to the feeling of rut with anger and aggression, hating the feeling more than being stabbed. (They have experienced both.)

Suprisingly needs to be talked into having sex. Not because they don't want it but because they'll bite and bite and BITE. The last thing they want is to accidentally hurt their Li.

Then again one of their Li is Julian though so biting might not be as bad as Hunter fears it is.

Needs lots of encouragement and positive reinforcement. Even if they deny it.

Bluebell; (mostly shipped with Lucio)

Beta.

Enjoys not having to deal with ruts or heats but will do whatever they can to help their Li through if they have heats or ruts.

Is suprisingly boring with their sex life and likes that.

Enjoys being able to provide for their partner and help them through heats and ruts.

Will happily play the role of the helpless omega or the dominating alpha. Or even a helpess alpha and powerful omega.

The second most Mc to enjoy rping only losing to Kyle.

Has suprisingly low libido but enjoys watching their partner growing more and more needy.

[dolceaspidenera]

With the premise that every ship/pairing should be respected (with the exception of the straight-up problematic ones) and I don't want to hate on it, but I find that, for me, it's unfortunately very, very triggering. They tend to have a toxic dynamic that makes resurface bad memories and experiences, and, in my opinion, they bring the worst out of each other. I think that, ultimately, both characters deserve better. Asra has an avoidant attachment style, while Julian is anxious, even according to psychology a pairing between these two types, although not impossible, is very hard to make work. I can see why people might find this type of dynamic interesting to explore, the chemistry can be very strong, but it's due to the trauma bonding, and I don't see it working. Even at the end of the game, they both still have a long way to go, being together would just make it ten times harder to work on their issues. Julian needs someone who's understanding, loving, patient, present and capable of grounding him, while Asra would find it difficult to open up with a person as needy as Julian, resulting in them closing up and distancing themselves even more, while Julian would constantly feel rejected and would have the confirmation that he is not worthy of love.

Sorry for my little rumble but I needed to get it off of my chest. Also, does anyone know if there is a way to block the push notifications from Dorian that pop up every time you open the Arcana app? Because half of the time they advertise fanmade stories of Asra and Julian and it's driving me crazy to have them shoved in my face every single time I open the app 😫

I don't even know why but I literally HATE Asra x Julian. Like I see them together and I feel such a burning hatred for it.

Like the other ships? I don't like when they end up together canonically because I love them all, but fine whatever.

But Asra x Julian? I HATE that fucking shit. I don't even got a reason, I literally just hate the fuck out of that ship. I hate seeing it, thinking about it, or reading it when I'm doing some other route.

[arcana-magica]

needy!asra who just returned from an expedition out in the desert for ingredients and can’t help but kiss you all over. your face, your neck, your chest. nothing is out of reach for them with how much they missed you.

you try to tell them you need to finish closing up the shop but they just can’t wait. you didn’t even have time to push the key in the door to lock it before they had you pressed against said door, nipping at your neck. “missed you lots” leaving their mouth, hot breath fanning across your neck and sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

needy!asra who really can’t get you to their room fast enough, tearing clothes off along the way. the two of you could clean it up later after you got through saying your ‘hellos’. you’d missed them too so you weren’t too upset with him for leaving the shop halfway closed. their lips on yours was apology enough and their hands on your body was an added bonus.

your moans and their soft praises filling the bedroom the moment you two delve into the wonders of each other’s bodies was already to much for asra. they don’t last long because the image of your body has been bothering them before they even got to you. it should be embarrassing how easily they came undone for you but you don’t mind. you missed asra too much to hold back either, leaving the both of you a sweaty but content mess.

[vesuviasdarlings]

The main six how they act when they are feeling needy?

i hope you like this! thank you for being my first request! i wasn’t sure if you meant needy affectionate or needy intimate so i did a little bit of both! xx

Asra

-  When he’s needy, he’ll tell you. He’ll sidle up behind you and rest his hands on your hips, murmuring sweetly in your ear about how much he loves and wants you

- He’ll follow you around, smiling innocently whenever you catch him looming over your shoulder

- Asra tends to shoo away other people when he’s needy, sending scathing looks if they interrupt his chances of getting your absolute attention

- He compliments you constantly, even on the most common things, such as how smoothly you shuffle the cards and how elegantly you make tea

- He often guides your hands, showing you where he wants you. He’ll put your hand in his own, on his thigh, or slide your arms around his neck

- If you kiss him, it will be a mistake. When he’s needy, he can’t let you walk away from a kiss, so you’re officially stuck with him. He’ll pull you closer by your waist and part his lips, pressing against you eagerly to get as close as physically possible

Julian

- Julian isn’t totally sure how to express this at first, he doesn’t want to bother you with how needy he’s feeling

- However, when you start encouraging him with little touches here and there throughout the day, he begins to unravel

- He loves you leading, anyway, so he’ll be desperate to get you to initiate things with him, brushing his body against yours as he passes and making playful comments

- The second you give in and hold his hand, embrace him, or kiss him, he’s a whining mess

- He’s not afraid to murmur how much he cares about you, and how good you make him feel

- Julian sometimes gets frustrated if you playfully ignore him and will pick you up despite your laughter and mock struggles

Nadia

- The queen of never subtle

- Nadia being needy means that she’ll seek you out immediately, requesting your presence in her private chambers and barring anyone from entering

- She has a whole romantic scene for you with flowers and candles

- Most likely a sensual bath, or just a tender soak where you wash each other’s hair and make the most of your time together

- She will lead, she’s confident in what she wants and she will grasp your chin to lift your head so she can kiss you, but only if you allow it

- Nadia does not take well with teasing, especially if you pretend to ignore her, and she’ll quickly snap; trapping you against a nearby wall to steal a kiss, her hands locked with yours

Muriel

- Muriel is still shy with his needs, he doesn’t wish to disturb you and he doesn’t really acknowledge how he feels

- He’ll sulk a little bit, avoiding you and making minimal conversation

- A permanent blush crosses his face whenever you make eye contact with him, making you wonder what you did

- It dawns on you that he’s just being needy when you catch him staring for the third time

- Finally, you soothe him and pull him into an embrace. Muriel can’t resist any longer and simply won’t let you go for the rest of the day

- If you don’t realise in time, Muriel takes your hand and pulls you to your shared bed, lifting you up before he joins you

Portia

- A needy Portia is a slightly scary Portia

- She is probably the worst for following you around and asking what you’re doing, watching with a blank stare that lets you know she’s thinking hard about something

- Her cheeks are flushed constantly, especially if there are other people around, and she will fidget like she’s working up the courage to ask you to give her attention

- Portia gets a bit jealous when you’re giving more attention to others, even to Pepi, and she will wrap her arms around you from behind with her face buried against the back of your neck and collar

- When she builds up the courage and confidence, she tells you how she feels and she’ll grip your hand, refusing to let go

- She takes an early night at work to retire quicker to her home with you, where she immediately seeks you out and throws herself on you, making you both laugh

Lucio

- He is needy a lot, so it doesn’t surprise you when he’s in one of his moods

- It becomes obvious from his constant touches. His hand will be on your lower back, your thigh, in your own hand; anywhere he can touch you, he will

- It’s very distracting when you are trying to get work done or talk to other people. Lucio has zero regard for other people and will make them uncomfortable by standing behind you with his arms around you, practically purring against your neck. He’ll even press light kisses to your shoulders and trace circles on your hips, making you, and whomever you were talking to, turn red

- Little do you know, it’s all part of his plan. He intentionally makes his moves progressively bolder each time so that you will take the hint and both can get some privacy

- He has a bit of a thing for love bites, they’re very useful when he wants to get your attention and to let you know just how needy he is. It’s also a thing of pride for him to see those marks the next day, proudly boasting to anyone who will listen that he did that

- When he finally gets you alone, he won’t let you go for at least the rest of the day. Lucio will lock the door to his private chambers and throw you on the bed, all but leaping onto it after you