#asra x julian fluff

[nebbyy]

Asra Alnazar x reader - Intimacy before and after

Summary: just some headcanons that came to my mind about Asra<3

Warning: smuttt, but nothing crazy tho, there are mostly mentions or hints of smut, nothing specifically described (it’s mostly just angst tbh). There are also SPOILERS for Asra’s route and the Arcana plot in general, so if you haven’t finished playing it I suggest you don’t read this post. 

A/N: just to specify, reader is wrote as non-binary:) Also, this is the first smuttish thing I write, so feedbacks and advices are very much welcome<3<3

Asra has always been a passionate lover. It’s just the way he is, his body can’t help but follow the intensity of feelings his soul feels, and transfer it from the level of the soul to the level of the body

When he first met you, it was almost as if a wave washed over him, depriving him of balance, and he could find it once again in the feeling of you and your body, pressed against him

Passion mixes with intensity and haste the first times the two of you have sex. His every movement is a physical demonstration of  just how deep, how powerful, his feelings for you are

Once the two of you are done, you’re left breathless, legs shaking and sore, sweat covering your body, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. You’re spent in the best way possible

It starts to change during the beginning of the Red Plague. The deep empathy you feel for the people dying in the streets, the desire to do something to help, takes all your desires to feel pleasure (or anything joyful for that matter), replacing it with the urge to help as many as you can

You start growing distant from each other, the atmosphere in the shop becomes tense, the interactions between you and Asra are short and almost void of any emotion. You start visiting the castle more often, volunteering to help doctor Devorak in finding a cure for this Plague. It comes without say that sex wasn’t really in neither of your minds

And it only becomes worse after your death. Asra feels that same wave washing over him, but this time he doesn’t welcome the feeling of it. It make feel lost, knowing that the very person he used to hold on to, the only one that made him forget the rest of the world, and just give into the pleasure the wave brought

This wave brings grief, desperation. Hell, it even brings hallucinations to some point. He can’t make out what’s real and what’s fake, he can’t discern when he’s dreaming and when he’s awake

It’s at this point that his situationship with Julian starts. We all know just how toxic it was, for the both of them. But Julian needed to feel love in these dreadful times, and Asra needed to feel that same feeling of grounding to save him from the power of that wave

It wasn’t the same as you, he knew that very well. Julian couldn’t fill the void of love Asra felt, he could only satisfy his carnal desires, give him that brief high that, for just a moment, made him forget everything that was happening in his life, his losses, his mistakes, his regrets

But not much time passes before that high becomes unsatisfying, and the guilt of what he’s doing takes over him. How can he do this with Julian, when all he’s thinking of is you? How can he deem himself worthy of having you once again in his arms, when instead of keeping the void you left empty, awaiting for your return, he filled it with someone else, someone not even comparable to you in his eyes?

That’s when the weird relationship between Asra and Julian ends, when Asra conveys all his energies and time in finding a way to get you back

At first, there was nothing in his mind when it came to you other than gratitude to have you back along with the utmost care to tend to you, to comfort you when you were in pain or scared at whatever appeared new to you after you came back. Your mind was at the same level as one of a child, there was no desire in Asra other than to have you back as you were

As time goes by, and you regain the aspects of the person you once were, that desire, that wave of passion, starts to awaken once again in him

And then after years of longing for the feeling of you’re touch, of your body pressed against him, he once again can feel that same feeling of euphoria once your bodies merge once again. Only that this time, his demeanor has changed. There’s a different kind of intensity in his actions

There’s not the feverish haste in his movements anymore; instead, he takes his sweet time kissing you, caressing your body, worshipping you as if you were some sort of deity. He holds you as if you’d disappear in his arms if he loosens his grip too much

His thrusts are slow and deep, making that wave of pleasure that’s in him fall into you too. It makes you feel a deeper kind of pleasure, one with such forse that it has you detached from reality once you reach your high, it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and it makes you only desire to hold Asra closer, to have him deeper inside you. You almost wish you could become one

There are still times where you have fast, rough sex, one that ends quickly and leaves you both breathless and spent. But you just prefer to feel that deeper connection, the one that has you longing for more, that morphs into endless hours of just holding each other. It makes you both feel as if time has stopped, and there’s no one else in the world but you two

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[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. 

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[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.

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[thefishermansharbor]

Mc and the kid (from the M6 as parents) who hit teenage years get into an argument (can be about anything). Ends up in a screaming match and both go to different rooms slamming doors. How would Asra, Julian and Muriel react?

The M6 reacting to their partner getting into an argument with their child.

The arcana x GN!Reader      TW: shouting, cursing, depictions of violence.

Asra Alnazar:

Asra is very level-headed and won’t take ‘sides’, but he’ll ask for both people’s point of view. He understands that a teenager is very hard to deal with, but he is a bit disappointed in you for letting escalate to something like this.

He knows you want only whats best for your child, but he thinks firmly that yelling is not the way to parent a child of any age. 

Asra first checks in with his child, and figures out what their perspective is. Then, he’ll find out yours. Once he knows what’s going on, he’ll bring you both together and make both people apologize.

Ultimately, it ends with a big family hug and Asra being the sweetest man alive. He says wonderful things about both of you, and then comes it with some sort of family time plan afterwards.

Muriel the outsider:

He’s not one to resolve the conflict. He’s not a fan of shouting, due to his past. At first he thinks something is deathly wrong, and he gets into fight or flight mode. When he realizes you two are just arguing, he takes a deep breath and tries to seperate you. 

If either one of you cries, he crumbles inside. There’s no worse pain than seeing the ones he loves upset, and to be completely honest - he feels so bad that you two are arguing, he hates it. 

He does check in with his child first. He wants to make sure that this won’t have a lasting impact on them. He doesn’t want this to scare them the way some events in his childhood did. 

He’ll try and make you side with your child’s point of view, but if you’re really stubborn, you’ll have to work it out on your own. He really doesn’t want to upset either of you, and waits for it to blow over. 

When it does, life goes back to normal. He doesn’t bring it up and hopes neither of you do either. It goes unaddressed, and he continues being himself. 

Julian Devorak:

He will completely agree with you. As long as it’s whats’ best for your child, he agrees whole-heartedly and backs up your argument. He’s shocked at first, he can’t believe the nerve of them. 

Julian is a bit close minded since he grew up without parents, but he believes they should be grateful that they have a parent who cares about them so much.

He will hear them out but not without a stern talking to first. He thinks that the family should never raise their voices at each other, and makes you both swear not to dare do it again.

He fixes the issue by making everyone sit down and listen to you. He thinks that your opinion is valuable, and should be followed. If it isn’t, he takes it upon himself to find out why.

Hello! Thanks for requesting, it was an interesting idea. If you're unhappy with this, or think it's too short, just let me know and I'll edit it! Otherwise, have a great day and request again any time.

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[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.

Image Credits: DUDungseun

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[amethystasra]

Asra with an s/o who loves rain

Asra would absolutely adore how excited you got anytime it started raining

Asra’s favorite season is spring, he loves sunshine, and warmth, so before he met you he didn’t like rain, it would just make him sad most of the time

But you make everything seem so much brighter, rain is one of your favorite things, so he would start longing for those stormy nights just to see how your eyes would light up when you heard drops falling on the window

Sometimes you would want to go out in the rain and just walk because you love how it feels on your skin

Asra would come along anytime, you guys would dance and jump in puddles as if you were kids

When you get home Asra would run a warm bath for the both of you

Afterwards he’d dry you off and you’d spend all night doing all the cosy stuff people do while it rains, drinking tea, reading, all cuddled up in a blanket

You’d fall asleep on his shoulder and he’d carry you to bed, where you slept safe and sound in each others arms as the rain poured outside

also that one (coins) scene in Asra’s oasis where it rains *chef’s kiss*

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[madllamamomma]

 The Lullaby (Updated Edition)~ [Muriel x OC short story]

[WARNING: Graphic depictions of blood, death, and dying.]

[This is a short story about my female OC, Rhemi; its mostly about tender moment with her friend Julian total fluff and reveals a little into their past. (2024) So I have revised this story because it now pertains to the current arch in The Visitor~. So.... yeah! Here it is].

The silly doctor and you have had your ups and downs. But despite constantly being annoyed, getting into petty arguments, occasionally throwing an elbow or semi-sharp objects at him, you considered Julian Devorak to be a very good friend. He always seemed to walk the line of an annoying brother you never had, nor asked for. Yet, you cherished that in a way. It was a very quirky relationship, but if it ever came down to a serious situation, you knew that Ilyan had your back.

Just before opening his small clinic down the street from the shop, Nadia had sent him a few trunks filled with a few items from his cell in the dungeon. Back when he worked in the palace for a cure, he had collected many things, and abandoned a lot of them after the ritual with the Arcana. But nonetheless, Nadia had found old notes, textbooks, letters, things like that and they no longer had a home in the belly of the castle. She kept wanting him to come and pick up his things, but he always had an excuse, until one day she brought it all to him. Now he was forced to go through it all. Admittedly it's a dull and cumbersome task, but it has to be done one day. A few months after he opened his clinic, he still had things to shift through, and today was a particularly slow day, so he decided to go through the last trunk. Strangely he noticed an old tattered letter that was still sealed with a stamp. The wax was rather pretty, never seen such a mixture of colors before, but for some odd reason it wasn’t addressed to anyone. It did however seem to be housing something inside of the envelope, it seemed to be metallic and had a bit of weight to it. Intrigued, he sits at his desk and decides to open it carefully. Something then spills out despite his care, hitting the desk with a soft CLANK. Two sheets of paper with shakily handwriting encased a small silver locket connected with a long chain. Faintly the locket even sounded as if it was ticking. The closer he looked at it, the locket was beginning to look rather familiar, so much that it actually made him feel a sense of unease without an owner. Gathering his courage, he finally reaches for the necklace….

Muriel came to the shop to meet you for lunch like he did every other day. Julian usually does the same for Asra, and he’s usually very punctual, however today he strangely wasn’t. As the magician starts to get a bit worried, you feel it too. Something is wrong. With a quick look at the clock still ticking by, Asra stands to his feet and decides to go to the clinic and check on him. You suddenly have a pit in your stomach, and feel like you need to tag along. Even Muriel surprisingly didn’t object at all, Julian may not be his favorite person in the world, but he did care about him in his own way. 

Once at the clinic, the vibe was like hitting a brick wall, it was cold and harsh. Asra walks in first and just sees Julian sitting at his desk. The poor man just stared at the necklace on the desk, expressionless, his skin pale as if he saw a ghost. He looked like he’d been there frozen for hours. Asra cautiously walks toward him, calls his name out repeatedly, yet he wouldn’t speak a word to him. He didn’t even seem like he could hear him calling. Now terrified, he runs his hand through Ilyan’s red hair, he suddenly jumps, inhaling, finally realizing that his partner was even there. “A-Asra….” He gasps.

The magician pushes his hair out of the Doctor’s face, “What are you doing, Ilya? Why are you staring at some—” His attention suddenly goes to the necklace on the desk, and he starts to turn white as well. “I know that...locket—Where?—H-how? That’s—That’s”

You look up at Muriel, his expression matches yours, you both haven’t the slightest clue of what’s going on. Your brow then narrows. You want to get to the bottom of this. What’s so important about this silly necklace anyway? You stomp over almost wanting to slap some sense into them.

“What is going on here you two?” You start to conjure your magic into your hands. Is there something evil about that necklace? Has it been hexed or something?? Asra takes a step back and refuses to look at you.

“Rh—Rhemi….” Julian hears your voice, he reluctantly stands and slowly turns his face to you. His expression makes you stop dead in your tracks, breaking your heart. He starts to shiver and tears overwhelm his eyes, and whimpers, “It’s my fault...” Asra whips his head towards him, his eyes watery too.

You don’t like how the two are looking at you. It reminds you of the first year you came back to life. Asra would look at you like that. Like he knew something you didn’t. Fear and a bit of anxious anger rises in your stomach as you dart your eyes back between them. “What’s going on?….” Silence. You look at Asra, curling your tight lips into your mouth. “Why...why are you both looking at me like that?” Asra turns his face towards the floor looking like he was trying to search for the words, Julian looks so guilty. You try to search for an answer from Muriel who is still standing behind you. But he just looks as confused as you do, and shakes his head with his brow narrowed as well.

You glance down at the silver necklace. You want to know what’s going on—Something about this stupid damn piece of jewelry has your friends completely scared speechless. It doesn’t feel like any magic is there….Wait… yes there is. I know that magic. You hastily swipe it off the desk about to inspect it closer. Julian sharply yells, “Don’t!! NO!!” And tries to reach out and stop you… but it’s too late….The world goes black for a moment, then suddenly images appear.

A memory……...

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I didn’t like wearing plague masks. They scare people, and for good reason, you can never see your eyes or any form of expression that people so desperately wanted when close to death. Most of these people were going to die and I didn’t want that to be the last thing they saw before they left this realm. That’s not why I did this. I wanted to help people… I didn’t want to make people afraid of me. That's what Aunt Atheana did. She helped people without any want of praise or recognition or riches, no, she purely just wanted to make the world a better place to live in. “We should always try to leave this world better before we give it back.” She’d say. Attempting to finally walk in her footsteps, after she succumbed to the plague herself and Asra leaving me high and dry, I found myself taking her uniform and essentially taking her place. 

I wasn’t in the best of places mentally to deal with such chaos, yet I stayed. Hoping. Praying. Mostly for a cure, but deep down I wanted to feel something more than this pain and emptiness I had been feeling the two most important people in my life have left me. But admittedly, I was really here because I was lonely and desperate for a purpose. And even though people around me were dropping like flies, I somehow took solace in it. Death. Maybe even before I got sick… I thought I was dying too?... Maybe… I wanted to die…

There was this little boy…. His bed was in the back corner. His mother and father died just a few days ago. Rene… that was his name… It was Rene. Something about him sitting there on that old banged up cot made me feel like I was looking into my own reflection. He was all alone, dying sitting in a dark damp place with no one left to comfort him. Because of his age, the head plague doctor, the one with eerie sickly green skin and sharp teeth, the very one I  despised deeply, wanted the poor thing for an autopsy. They said the boy was a ‘valuable asset’. A valuable asset indeed. He was just a poor little boy, he hadn’t even lived his life yet and this sick fuck wanted nothing more than to tear into him.

Julian, I mean Doctor Devorak, (that's what I was supposed to call him during working hours anyways), he always got onto me when I got too close to the patients. I especially liked to hold the children, I could be a very harsh person, but children really brought out the best in me. They made me feel like I could be a better person.

 Julian would say, “..That’s an unnecessary risk you're taking holding them like that.” and get upset at me. Yet, he also never physically stopped me… maybe it’s because I think he knew deep down why I would do it. I think if he could, he’d do the same. Most of the patients go off to the Lazaret after a while, all piled on boats to the small island towards the large ashy smoke stack. But when little Rene’s family had left, and he had to stay behind, he had no idea why. He just wanted to hold his mother’s hand, just so he could say goodbye, yet they took them away regardless.

...He told me he wanted to be an inventor when he grew up….

The frail thing was in the end stages for the Red Plague: His eyes were blood red, skin with a sickly yellow hue under his caramel skin, blood vessels breaking all around his mouth and hands, his poor face even was sunken in and showed the skeleton underneath. That day, he was laying down on the cot in a tight fetal position, clutching something close to his chest. Once he noticed me, he reached out for me, too weak to sit himself up. “M-Miss Rhemi?” He had such manners. I did not like being called a little ‘Miss’. Reminded me of those bad days, but when Rene called me that, it was an exception. No one else was capable of making ‘Miss Rhemi’ sound so sweet..

“Hello Rene.” I said as I sat down next to him, taking off my bird-like mask so he wasn’t so scared.

“I’m cold Miss Rhemi…” He muttered. 

I see his boney face and him breaking so shallowly… He’s not going to be long for this world. Choking down my own fears, I gathered him up in my lap, crawling into the cot and covered the both of us with the little dirty blanket and all. “Is that better?” I said, trying not to let him hear the shaking in my voice. He loosens his grip on a tattered stuffed teddy bear with a ribbon around its neck and a button missing for an eye.

He clutched his little weak fingers onto my clothes a little more. God… He was so fragile, so skinny, so weak. “Miss Rhemi… can you sing to me? Momma… she used to sing me a song before I would fall asleep.” 

I paused for a moment knowing what was going to happen when he'd fall asleep. “Well… umm..” I started clearing the lump in my throat. “...It’s been so long….. I don’t really know any—” It then dawns on me… Mummy…. Mother’s song…..

I try to remember the words for a moment as I cradle and rock him a bit. A short exhausted chuckle comes from my lungs. “I don’t know if I remember all the words…. I’m also not the best singer.”

Rene buried his boney temple into my chest a little more, seeking motherly comfort. “That’s ok. Momma wasn’t good either...” he suddenly curls himself in a little ball coughing up some blood on his arm, he doesn't even flinch at the sight of it. He’s only eight years old, and he is braver than most adults, he doesn’t look afraid, just tired. I think I was more afraid than he was… He sniffles a bit then continues, ”..But….I still miss her. I miss her voice. Do you miss your mother, Miss Rhemi?”

A hard twisting in my chest swims in my lower intestine with that question. “I do, but she’d sing this song all the time when I was your age. She said one day, she’d become a bird, so she can keep watch over me. So… her song still comforts me.”

“A bird?”

I nod slowly.

He ponders about it a little. “I’d like that. I won’t mind becoming a robin.”

My stomach hurts even more when he utters that. “....I like robins. They’re pretty.”

“Ms. Rhemi, could you sing that to me?” He whispers, becoming a bit heavier in my arms. 

I rub his head, gently pushing his hair back, it's so thin some of it even falls out but I try to ignore it. “Alright then…..” Clearing my throat a little, I try to remember the song, but as it starts, it just flows from my lips, I don’t missing a single word:

Ahh oooooooo. Lu lu lu lu.

Hush now, Close your eyes.

Sleep is already coming. 

Let your dreams take you miles.

Rest your head to my humming.

Dream of all the beautiful things,

And forget all today’s shortcomings. 

Ahhh ooooooooo. Lu lu lu lu. 

Hush now, rest your head.

The waves, they’re churning.

Do you hear as they crash? 

Forget what you’re yearning

Get some rest, stop your thoughts.

You are young and still learning. 

Ahhhh oooooooooooo. Ah-Lu Lu lu lu.”

Rene chuckles through his nose weakly and faintly. “You lied, Miss Rhemi….You have a pretty … v-...voice….” I hum the tune quietly for a moment getting ready to sing the last part.

Rene’s grip suddenly loosens, a strangely deep exhale espaces from his lungs, as if they were completely deflating followed by silence. My blood runs cold as I freeze, realizing that his body is completely limp in my arms. My heart sinks as I check for his pulse… Praying he just fell asleep. He can’t leave me either… not just yet–please don’t leave me too– 

Holding his thin wrist I try desperately to search for a sign of life. But eventually I realize that it's no use… He’s…. He’s gone… My breath shutters a bit as I click open the locket to see the watch inside. My hands are shaking so hard, it’s almost impossible to see. Time of death: Wednesday, 2:41 pm… The tears won’t stop pouring out of me. The goddamn green vulture of a doctor will be here soon once he gets word he passed, and then–Then he’ll take him away. He’s body isn’t even fucking cold yet. I… I don’t want them to take him… Not yet…. just… not yet… I just don’t want to be alone. 

I swallow the large lump in my throat and continue the last part of the song.

“ Hush now, go to sleep.

Enjoy the night, and what it brings. 

If I’m not here, in the morning. 

Don’t fear, I'll have grown wings.

I’ll take off to the sky, remember,

Listen to the bird as it sings. 

It’s me, I’m still here. Always stop,

And listen to the bird as it sings.

Ahh oooooooooo. Lu lu lu lu.”

I see a pair of long legs making their way towards me, and in the corner of my eye I see Julian slowly approach me. I can't see his expression with his mask on, with his posturing and silence, the silence is answer enough. Despite him, I continue to sing to little Rene as tears still fall from my eyes. He isn’t going to take him from me. But surprisingly, he doesn’t dare stop me….. instead, he kindly comforts me by gently placing his hand on my back and starts to slowly and comfortingly lean into me as I give him no resistance, turning into an embrace. Soon I fully sob into his shoulder and under the mask I can hear him cry as well. I always thought I wanted to be a mother… But losing a child that wasn’t even my own… This was just too much.

Inevitably, Rene was carried away with a light shroud over his face and coins placed on his eyes. The two of us just stayed like that for a moment as Julian held me, and I honestly didn’t want him to let me go either. He insisted afterwards that I’d go home early and take the day off tomorrow. He knew I couldn’t bear to watch that monster, Valdemar, as they cut poor little Rene open to inspect his insides.

I noticed a red beetle crawling on my neck later that night once back in the shop–and I quickly flicked it off in disgust to the floor and smashed it with my boot. Unsure what kind it was. I have never seen its species before... and even looking at Athena's old books I couldn’t find it either. 

But as the next day came… I realized I was sick….

But Rene didn't even cough on me... or did he?... Maybe the blood he coughed up accidentally got into my eyes? Or was it the blankets he was wrapped in? The teddy? 

The more I think about it the less I realize it even mattered. I’m going to die. And somehow… I'm more shocked to feel that somehow I just feel calm… Instead of being grossly upset, bargaining to save my life like I’m expecting to be…. I don’t think I even mind it. Regret never seems to cross my mind either, Rene would have died alone if I hadn’t been there. And no one that young deserves to die alone like that… Somehow an almost comforted feeling ensnares me after the initial shock. Admittedly, I feel like dying would honestly be easier than living at this point. Strangely, I am not afraid, I don’t like the feeling of easily accepting my inevitable death, but maybe little Rene has given me courage. That or I just lost the will to survive. 

As I glance out the window I see a nest of robins on a nearby tree chirping for their mother to feed them and I strangely smile with a single tear dripping down my face. 

Rene, maybe I will join you once I’m gone too… Then you can sing me your song.

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You stagger backwards, shuddering a little as you drop the necklace to the ground. Your hand braces against your chest hurting all of a sudden. That magic I felt...It was mine…

All the emotions of the past just flooded in like a dam had just broken. But your mind and body can’t keep up with all this, now you just feel numb, unable to process things currently. You feel a little faint. 

Muriel’s arms catch you as you nearly trip backwards. Wrapping his arms around you, shocked, “What happened?” He turns you around, and wipes tears from your eyes. You start a bit, not noticing them. He glances back at Julian and Asra, lost for an answer. 

Julian drops to the floor to your feet, he’s completely overcome with grief. He rips off his eyepatch, revealing his sick eye and his hands hold the top of his head. His whole body is shaking, sobbing. “Oh, god— Rhemi—My friend...My sweet friend…I’m… I’m so sorry.” Asra rushes to his side, his hands on his back, trying to comfort him. 

Julian… he saw that memory too. He didn’t remember that you worked together either. Muriel mentioned that you were trying to help find a cure before you died. But you didn’t connect the fact that Julian was too at that time.

“Julian—“ You mutter.

“I—I knew you— back then…” He chokes on his tears as he speaks.

“Ilya!—“ You gently remove yourself from Muriel’s hold and kneel down to grab Julian’s shoulders, bringing his face off of the floor.

Tears are just streaming down, it breaks your heart, you’ve never seen him like this before. “I… I should have stopped you…I-I got so busy with everything else, I...I didn’t even notice that you’d—”

You grab his face and mutter. “—You were trying to find a cure.”

Muriel looks over to the desk and carefully grabs the tattered letter. He gasps once he sees the words, “Rhemi…. This… this letter… It’s your handwriting.” Silence chokes the room. You can’t even hear anyone breathing.

“I— I know, Muriel…” you say without looking back at him.

“Why… Why is this… your handwriting?” You can hear the paper crumple in Muriel’s hands, his voice sounds desperate for an answer.

You turn your head half way slowly, still holding up Julian. “It was my will….”

His face scrunches, “Your...will??...” he gazes at the letters, a somber look washes over his face as he realizes. “... Your will…”

“It was down there… this entire time… All these years. I had no idea— I never—I never even opened it!!” Julian's shoulder quivers as he continues to cry. “If only I'd gotten the cure quicker!” He slaps his fist into the hard coble stone floor, shaking his head.

“Julian. Stop. That wasn’t your fault.” He grabs your forearm, sniffling.

“I don’t deserve to be your friend, Rhemi…I...I killed you—“

“—No! You didn’t. The plague did.” Tears start to fall from your eyes and lift Julian’s chin up with your fingers so your eyes meet. “ ...I… held that child. Me. I made that choice. I knew what the risks were.”

Muriel's voice shakes a little, “W—why?...Why do you have it, Ilya?”

Julian shakes his head and hangs it down. “She worked for me...”

Muriel is just still, too still as he stares at the letters in his hand. Asra’s has about a thousand different emotions currently.

“You died because….I wasn’t good enough, Rhemi…I was such a failure—” You wrap your arms around his neck, he hiccups and suddenly stops his ranting, but continues to shake violently.

“—I’m here now.” Muriel comes to Julian's and your side and drops to his knees. Asra wraps one of his arms around Julian’s chest, hugging him tightly, his cheek resting on his shoulder. “None of that even matters anymore!...I’m here today because of Asra, because of Nadia, because of Muriel….Because of you, Ilya.”

Slowly Muriel places his large hand on top of his opposite shoulder, and firmly squeezes it. Julian turns his eyes towards him. “She’s—she’s right….” He swallows hard, water in his eyes. “....We all did things we wished we could take back. But we can’t…”

“...I left Rhemi during the plague in the first place.” Asra mutters, muffled by Julian’s shirt. “Ilya, dear. I understand how you feel… But please… it’s true… we all made choices. Made mistakes. But you were not the one to blame. No one really is. Don’t do this to yourself.” 

Muriel rests his head on yours. “...I came back because of what you all did…I’m here on this earth. On the floor. Hugging all of you.” You hold Julian even tighter. “...You saved me in the end, Julian.” The doctor slowly wraps his arms around your shoulders, accepting the embrace.

You sit there for a long while until he is able to collect himself, once all of you get yourselves off of the floor. Asra chokes down the tears as he reads the pages out loud. The first page is particularly hard for him. He had to pause sometimes to collect himself:

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First page: 

 The last will and testament of Rhemi Niamh.

To all whom it may concern:

Except for the silver locket enclosed I,magician Rhemi Niamh, of sound mind, hereby relinquish all my earthly possessions to fellow Magician and friend Asra Alnazar, including the shop and all its contents. 

He’s the only family I have left. 

Asra,

I’m sorry. I was so angry when you left, the only thing I regret is how we ended things, I never would have said those things if I had known it was to be our final farewell on this plane of existence. You're my best friend Asra, and I love you.

I hope you can forgive me. 

 —Rhemi Niamh

Next page:

Dear Doctor Julian Devorak,

Ilya, I’m so sorry I had to burden you with this task, but I honestly don’t have anyone else in this city. I know we were mostly just colleagues, I made it abundantly clear that we were nothing but that despite your attempts to be my friend. For that I am sorry. I didn’t let you know me, not the real me anyways. I've had a bad habit of that since I was a girl. As I write this letter contemplating my death, I hope you know that I cherished the company, the laughs, your kindness, and knowledge you shared with me down in the dungeons these last few months. You were always very caring towards me, even when I was difficult or stubborn, or just downright terrible. You never ceased trying to be my friend and I thank you for that. I’m sorry I was too much of a coward to tell you these things in person.

...I think we are all a little lonely these days, especially you Julian. Which leads me to the next part…

Please give this will to a magician named Asra Alnazar, he has whitish hair and a purple snake as a familiar. He may come back to shop anyday and I don’t want the deed getting lost. 

You should get to know him too, somehow I have a strange feeling you’d both hit it off well. By the way, he’s single, or last I’ve known at least. He’s rather a beautiful creature, honestly. I at least know your type, right Doc? If I was looking at you right now I’d be giving you a wink. With all teasing aside….

I wanted to give this locket. Thank you for taking me in as a student and an assistant to the victims of the plague. I know I wasn’t a replacement to my Aunt Athena, but I only hope by my passing, that you will soon find a cure. Please end this suffering. Maybe even find that sister of yours that you've been searching for. It reminds me of a better revision of someone in my life.

Mother told me on her deathbed that she’d come back as a bird so she kept watch over me from above. Sometimes I think I hear her voice when I hear a songbird sing. I never really understood before. But as I told little Rene, I realized how wonderfully comforting it was. I hope he becomes a little robin, maybe then he'll be full of luck and never want for anything. Robin’s songs are beautiful, don’t you think?

I don’t know what kind of bird I’ll become, but I hope you stop and listen to their songs everyday. Who knows, maybe I’ll sing to you sometime.

With all the love in my heart,

–Rhemi Niamh

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Asra breathes deeply as he wipes his tears. Muriel is holding your hand so tightly, this is all so much to process.

You finally straighten and open your hand and Asra gives the letter to you. “What are we going to do with this?” He asks.

Looking between the three of them and you take a deep breath. Conjuring up a bit of magic in both hands, you blow on the pages and they burst into flames, letting the burning papers drop to the cobble floor.

Asra, Julian, and Muriel all jump, their faces all have the same question. Why?

“Wel…” You smile feeling a bit relieved. “We don’t need it anymore, do we?”

Muriel quickly wipes his nose with the back of his hand and smiles back. “No. You don’t.”

Asra suddenly embraces you from behind. “Thank you, Rhemi.” You lean your face into his arm.

Julian picks up the necklace, stroking the locket’s metalwork with his thumb. All the magic that was once there has all but dissipated. With his outstretched arm he hands the pendant to you. But you shake your head, closing his fist around it and pushing it back to him. “I gave it to you, Julian. I want you to have it…” He looks to you with such an amalgamation of emotions. “... Look, I may get irritated at you… A lot... But you’re still my friend. I never told you that back then and I was wrong to never say it to your face. The old me gave it to you for a reason. So for her sake, please keep it.” 

A deeply touched smile graces his lips and he drapes it over his neck. “I’ll wear it proudly, Rhemi.” He says as you wrap your arms around his waist. Asra comes over and pats you gently on the top of the head with the other arm around Julain’s shoulder. 

Finally letting go of him to let Asra take over a long hug, you stand back and Muriel reaches and grabs your wrist. Willingly you go into his arms, feeling somehow lighter than before. Then it dawns on you as you suddenly let out a giggle.“Sooooooo, Is no one going to say it?”

The three of them just look at you blankly, have no idea what you're talking about. You glance between them all seeing if one of them would even remotely guess. But, nothing. You sigh hard gesturing towards Asra and Julian, “I’ve been trying to get these two together for years apparently!” Both pairs of their eyes flutter in disbelief.  

Muriel huffs grumpily, then just gives in and laughs through his nose, shaking his head slowly at you with a grin and he holds you tighter in his chest. Julian and Asra finally allow themselves to laugh a little holding each other’s hands tightly. Had to lighten the mood somehow, right?

“I guess I’ve always been a hopeless romantic.”

✨The end...... ?....~

The next day as all the outgoing mail was being given to the messenger, Julian hands them everything that was enclosed on his desk rather sloppily, gives them a few coins before shutting the door locking it. Not really knowing what he had handed them, he shrugs too tired to care and heads back to his quarters where a certain lazy white haired magician was keeping his bed warm. He was half asleep when the messenger knocked at the door, and the doctor wanting nothing else but to go back to bed for once. He feel like he could sleep all day today, somehow feeling the most relieved in ages.

Annoyed, the messenger sorts through the scattered bundle of letters, some not even addressed to anyone and had to be returned, until they notice one rather tattered and crumpled letter with a pretty wax seal. It looked like it had a faint shimmer like magic and it was addressed to someone with an overly long fancy well-to-do name and it was to be sent to a foreign kingdom called 'Charlés', which was all the way across the Salty Sea. "Psssh! I ain't taking that..." They grumble as they place the letter into their satchel. "... Hmmm. I'll hand it off to a trading boat heading that way I guess... It'll get there... eventually."

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Violet

The air in Vesuvia is cold and crisp on this dark, tense winter night as Julian Devorak scales a dark brick wall with cool beads of sweat dripping down his ivory skin. Admittedly, it’s more exercise than he’s used to, but it’s worth it to see Asra. When he gets to the window, he’s unsurprised to find that it’s unlocked. He lifts it, climbs in, then closes it behind him and pulls the sheer gold curtains shut. He notices Faust, who is asleep in a tiny hand-crafted bed that rests on Asra’s nightstand. 

“Asra…”

The white-haired man is leaning against the wardrobe that’s by the window, his arms crossed over his narrow chest. His hair is dripping wet and his golden skin glows like shiny morning dew on lush green grass, as if he’s fresh from a shower. The familiar scent of his lavender soap proves that suspicion to be true when Julian moves closer, close enough that the two men are nearly touching when Asra finally speaks. 

“Ilya, my love,” Asra whispers, Julian’s name falling from his lips like it’s something sacred. “It’s late. What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see you,” Julian answers plainly. “I know I’m not supposed to be here this late, but we didn’t get to talk much today, so I thought I’d come by… I’ve missed you dearly over these last few weeks.”

“I could sense you coming, but still… Can’t say I was expecting it. I know everything’s been busy and that we haven’t gotten to see each other too much, but what if someone sees us?”

“Let them see,” Julian answers, completely and utterly unashamed. Their relationship is a secret, and it has been for a long time. Having it that way is the smart thing to do; if one of them gets caught breaking Lucio’s many ridiculous rules and laws, the other won’t immediately be implicated as an accomplice by association- that and they don’t have to fear Lucio hurting the other as punishment for if one or both of them can’t find the cure for the plague any time soon. Still, Julian can’t help but imagine what it would be like if they could get married, wear beautiful matching rings out in public, hold each other’s hands, and go out on dates… What it would be like if they could live life as a normal couple. “I want them to see.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Asra huffs, but the exasperated noise doesn’t carry to his face. Instead, the magician smiles fondly and places his hands on Julian’s hips. “If someone were to see us together, Lucio would order us to be hung at the gallows for what we’ve been doing- especially since we’ve been doing it behind his back for so long now.”

What they’ve been doing is nothing nefarious, but it is forbidden; the way that Asra falls into Julian’s arms, the way that Julian runs his nimble fingers through Asra’s damp white locks, the way that their heartbeats seem to sync as they hold each other close- it’s all forbidden because of the Red Plague that’s been spreading through Vesuvia. Since the death rate from the disease has skyrocketed, Lucio has demanded that everyone working in his castle quarantine themselves from others outside of work hours and that they follow a strict 6PM curfew. 

Julian has been violating both of those rules since they were announced, all for the sake of seeing his long-time lover. Even Asra, as cautious and as intelligent as he is, has been indulging in Julian just the same, going against his practical nature. 

And somehow, the risk of what they’ve been doing makes the budding feelings he’s had for Asra since the start of the plague even stronger. It’s a little complicated, too.

Asra’s previous lover, his apprentice, passed away just a few months ago from the plague. Julian suspects that he’s nothing more than a replacement, a substitute of sorts until Asra manages to overcome the grief that he’s been so tactfully hiding from everyone else. Julian doesn’t mind that, though. He’ll allow himself to be Asra’s rock if that means that Asra will lean on someone other than himself.

“I don’t care,” Julian finally responds and pressed a kiss into Asra’s hair. The other man melts into his embrace like he always does. Julian can’t help how his heart flutters at that. “I’d let Lucio hang me a thousand times if it meant seeing you every night like this.”

“Such a romantic,” Asra praises half-heartedly and reaches up to rest his hands on either side of Julian’s face.

Julian’s pale cheeks burn bright red with the contact.

“If you truly want to see me that way, how about this?” Julian proposes and pulls a flower from his pocket. It’s somewhat crumpled, but for the most part, it’s intact. He saw it growing outside the castle in Lucio’s garden and picked it with the intention of saving it for the magician in front of him. “It’s Belladonna, your favorite. According to the book of floriography, the red blossoms like this are meant to communicate love and passion for someone when given to them as a gift.”

“So you’re familiar with floriography, hm?” Asra inquires and plucks the flower from Julian’s hand. Then, he turns to the tiny kitchen within his quarters to put it in a vase full of water. Julian follows him like a lost puppy, a little too close behind with his eyes carefully trained on Asra’s each and every motion. “I didn’t take you for much of a Victorian literature type…”

“I, uh, I’m really not,” Julian says with a nervous laugh. “I just read up on it because I know how much you love belladonnas…”

“That makes you even more of a romantic, then,” Asra replies. “Maybe just not the most cultured one.”

“I guess you’re not too far off.”

“Hm… Would you like to stay over tonight?”

“What about Lucio? It’ll look weird if we come out of the room together… One of his guards is bound to see us.”

“I’ll sneak you back in the morning. Hell, if he catches us, we can tell him we were working on a cure together… Or I could just blast him into another dimension,” Asra laughs.

“You’d never.”

“For you? I would in a heartbeat.”

“Oh, please, Asra,” Julian shakes his head and moves to wrap his arms around Asra again. With how much they’ve been working, he’s hardly been able to touch the other man in weeks. It’s so overwhelming when their skin connects once again that Julian shivers. “You’re too much of a charmer.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been told that before,” Asra shrugs and slips away from Julian’s touch as fast as he always does, flopping down onto his bed back-first and staring up at the ceiling. Julian quickly lies next to him and doesn’t dare move or complain when Asra curls up against his chest. “Julian… When- or if- this all ends, will you still want to do this with me?”

Julian blinks. His steely grey eyes glance down to meet Asra’s deep violet ones, which are already peering up at him.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I… Well, I don’t know if you’re infatuated with me or if you’re just into this because it’s so exciting, or if you actually… Well…”

“I love you,” Julian murmurs, effectively cutting off Asra’s ramblings. “I mean that, truly. I would do anything if it meant that all the excitement would end and that I’d be able to live a calm, normal life with you.”

Asra swallows and lifts a single hand to brush Julian’s dark red locks away from his eyes. 

“I’m glad, then… Shall we go to bed?”

“No,” Julian answers with a shake of his head. “Let’s stay up tonight… It’s not like we get much rest anyways. I want to enjoy this time with you while I can; the last thing I want to do is spend these next few hours with you sleeping.”

“Fine, then,” Asra agrees with a large smile that brings out the big, beautiful dimples that Julian has come to love so much over the past few months. “We’ll pull an all-nighter. How should we spend it, Ilya?”

Julian stops to consider the question before offering a suggestion.

“I have a great idea,” The doctor perks up and takes Asra’s hands in his. “Let’s sneak out to the city and grab some food, hit a party or two, take a stroll. We can take Faust with us, too.”

Asra sits up, grinning back at him.

“I love that idea… Let’s get ready to hit the town, then, shall we, my love?”

Julian leans in for a quick kiss. He revels in how his lips feel against Asra’s much softer ones.

“Let’s.”

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[beanswrites]

"Been Alone For Far Too Long" Asra x Julian, from "The Arcana"

Hey everyone!

Here's the fic that was supposed to come out tomorrow, but I simply couldn't wait until then 😅. This is a request I got on AO3, and my first fic with a ship!

Honestly, I didn't really like Asra x Julian before, but it kind of grew onto me! And I possibly got a little too much into it and went overboard-

But enjoy! I hope you like it!

Requests are open! Check out my rules for requesting (pinned post) before placing your request, or pick something from my prompts list!!

Also available on AO3!!!

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Word count: 2421 words

Trope: comfort, slight angst, fluff

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x Julian Devorak

AU: none

Warnings: none

The artwork here isn't mine, and it doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the wonderful artist @knight-engale. Please check them out, they are awesome and have lots of The Arcana fanart!

It was already way past midnight. The darkness of the night spread across Vesuvia long ago. People were returning to their beds, the alley cats have all stopped meowing, and the street lights were dimmed to let people sleep peacefully. The land's greatest magician was sweeping the floor of their shop, closing up for the day.

Humming a tune of some unknown song, Asra polished the last parts of the wooden flooring. Just as they were about to lock the door and head to bed, the doorbell echoed through the shop.

'Who would be here this late?' They thought, slightly annoyed at the fact that somebody interrupted their peace and quiet. 

Leaving the mop to rest in the nearby corner, the white-haired magician started to unlock the shop's door. 

Their mouth went wide at the surprise visitor.

"Heeeeeyy, Asraaa!! *Hic* What're you doinngg? *Hic*".

Julian. Why was he here? He didn't like coming over. Asra didn't like him coming over. 

The magician studied the tall doctor in front of them, analyzing his every move. The redhead barely stood on his feet, having to hold himself up on the doorframe. His legs shook as he stood, threatening to make him fall. His usually pale face was flushed red, and his gray eyes were bloodshot red.

Drunk. Julian was drunk. 

It didn't take long for Asra to figure that out. They knew by the way he dragged out everything he said and the small, occasional hiccups in between his words. Also, he reeked of alcohol. The magician hated that smell. 

"What are you doing here, doctor Devorak?"

They asked in a serious tone. Julian mumbled something in reply, but Asra couldn't hear him. 

"Seriously, Julian. Why are you here?"

He hiccupped a few times again, his head almost falling from the exhaustion. 

"Didn't have anywhere else to go.." He admitted shamefully, losing his gaze somewhere in the distance. 

Asra let out a long, tired sigh. They didn't have the energy to deal with this now. They didn't have the energy to deal with him right now. 

But Asra was a good person. They always were. And good people take care of their friends when they are drunk, even when they are exhausted. 

The white-haired magician didn't know if they considered Julian a friend. He was their ex-boyfriend after all, plus their relationship ended on quite a sour note. So, something between an ex-lover the magician despised and a good friend who always helped them?

They, too, looked away, thinking about what to do. Julian did treat one of their injuries when they burned themselves on a potion they were making a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, Asra owed him for that one. 

"Oh, fine, you can stay here... But just for tonight, Ilya! I'm serious. I have to run the shop tomorrow, as well as get some ingredients from the marketplace! You better be out before I leave!"

The redhead doctor threw himself on his shorter friend, trying to hug them.

"Thank youuu!" 

Asra nearly fell backward from the weight Julian put on him.

"Okay, okay, it's fine. I'll prepare you a room, wait for me here. And don't touch anything"

The magician was setting up MC's former room, making sure to put clean bed sheets on. They thought about how it would be much easier with MC here. The two of them could take care of Julian more easily than only Asra could. But, since MC is now in a very happy relationship with Muriel, she lives with him in his home. And Asra is left to take care of his ex alone. 

"Hey, I prepared your room. But before you go to sleep, drink this"

They reached for one of the highest kitchen shelves, getting a mysterious bottle of some potion from it. 

"You're not poisoning me, righhhtt?" The redhead drunkenly asked as he looked at the suspicious substance.

"No, of course not. If I wanted to do that, you'd be long gone, trust me"

They smirked, pouring him a big glass of water to easily get over his hangover. Dr. Devorak gulped down the purple potion, feeling quite better.

"Hey, uh, what did you give me?"

Asra didn't even turn around to look at him while pouring his water. 

"Just a potion to help you speak better since I didn't understand a word you just said while mumbling."

Julian cocked an eyebrow at them, smirking.

"Oh? Are you saying that you love hearing me talk, Alnazar?"

They rolled their eyes at him, handing him the water.

"Gods, I should have given you a 'shut up' potion instead."

When he gulped down his water, Asra directed Julian to the bedroom he prepared. He sat on the bed, not knowing what to say.

"Why do you do that to yourself? You know how bad you react to alcohol! Why would you make yourself sick, doctor?"

Ilya didn't raise his eyes from the floor, ashamed because he knew that Asra was right. He was ruining himself with the amount of alcohol he drank, slowly becoming an alcoholic. He didn't want that. He never wanted that. 

"It... It helps me with my loneliness, Asra" 

The magician shivered from the use of their name. Julian never called them that. 

"I just... I forget about everything, even my problems, when I drink. I know it's not what I should do but I can't help-"

He was cut off by the unexpected hug he got. Asra held onto him tight, bringing his face to their chest. The poor redhead, who's been touched-starved all his life, nuzzled his face in the hug, enjoying the way the magician's hands soothed his back. To return the favor, Ilya hugged them back, placing his arms around their waist. 

When the hug was done, Julian tried to hold on for a bit longer, nesting his head in Asra's chest. Their fingers combed once through his fiery red locks and tapped his shoulder. 

"C'mon, let's get you out of that shirt. Not only do you seriously stink, but it's also stained everywhere from the drinks you had"

He complied immediately, raising both of his long skinny arms to help Asra get the dirty shirt off of him. While raising the white material, Asra accidentally brushed their fingers on Julian's pale ribs, making him let out a shaky laugh. 

"Ticklish, 'eh?"

Asra teased, tossing the shirt on their laundry pile. They walked to the kitchen once more, pouring another glass of water and putting it on the bedside table. 

"Here, in case you get thirsty"

Julian chuckled, getting under the soft duvet on the bed. The magician sat on the corner of the bed, feeling the tension between them. 

"Asra?" Dr. Devorak broke the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For... For everything." 

They simply nodded, acknowledging his thanks. 

"Get some good rest. If I don't leave by dawn tomorrow, I'll leave you some breakfast"

The white-haired magician stood up and walked away. Right when they were about to walk through the door, Julian once again called out their name, this time more shakenly and scared than before.

"Asra?"

They chuckled, looking over their shoulder at the pale man.

"Heh, yeah, Ilya?"

"Don't leave me"

At first, Asra thought that he was joking, but the look on his face was enough to tell them that he was serious. They knew why Julian would ask that - they've also felt the crushing loneliness recently.

A year passed from the whole Lucio fiasco, and everything calmed. Nadia found love again and started dating her best friend Portia, and they are now in a happy relationship. MC and Muriel warmed up to each other during the war, so much that they also started dating. They've even moved in together! 

But Asra and Julian? They are currently the only ones who are single. With their friends being busy with their partners, and them having quite an uncomfortable relationship, both of them were very alone. 

Hesitantly, Asra walked back to the bed.

"Uh, yeah... Yeah, yes, okay. I won't leave you"

Julian smiled, drunk and exhausted, opening the blanket for his friend. As Asra got under the covers, Julian didn't stop smiling at him.

"What is it? Do I have something on my face?" They joked at the way the doctor was looking at them.

Letting out a shaky laugh, still obviously drunk, Julian reached out his hand to caress Asra's cheek.

"You're so beautiful.."

 The magician's cheeks flamed up, as Julian rolled to the other side and immediately started snoring.

Hours after Julian fell asleep, Asra was still very awake. What was that? Why did he say that? Even though they understood that drunk people say a lot of nonsense, that sentence still didn't sit right with them. Drunk people's words are sober people's thoughts. That made Asra feel uneasy, almost scared.

Julian used to tell them those kinds of things when they were together. Did he still have those types of feelings? Do they still have those types of feelings?

Everything was messed up and so... So confusing! Why was Asra feeling like this?! What was making them question their feelings about the tall redhead?

Finally deciding not to let those thoughts disturb their sleep, Asra closed his eyelids, floating into the land of dreams.

What woke them up were the first rays of sunshine that were slipping through the curtains of the bedroom window. As their eyes fluttered open, a mortified look crossed their face as they realized in which position they were in. Julian's hand was dropped around their lower waist, his face buried in their chest. Asra's hand was in the taller man's hair, holding him close. Were they.. cuddling?

The white-haired magician stood up quickly, terrified by their actions. Julian, who even while being asleep noticed the shift on the bed, mumbled: "Mmmhphh... Asra..?" And reached out with his hand to find the smaller figure which was supposed to be laying next to him.

Still frozen in shock, Asra quietly left the room, going to their kitchen. To try to keep their mind off of the elephant in the room, they started to make breakfast for themselves and their unexpected guest. As they brewed some tea to help them calm down, two thoughts circled in their mind.

'Either I miss Julian.. Or I've been alone for so long that I want to go back to my ex..'

Just as they were about to put the jams on the table, a tall, shirtless figure appeared in the doorway. 

"Hey, 'morning. I thought you already had gone into the market... Oh, did you stay because of me, huh?" Julian smirked, leaning his elbow on the wall but clumsily slipping. That made Asra laugh, bringing the leftover pumpkin bread to the table.

"Pfft, yeah, you wish"

The redhead sat down, making his toast. They ate in silence for a couple of moments, before Asra spoke:

"You know, you look much better than yesterday"

Julian only weakly smiled, his eyes never leaving his plate.

"Yeah, uh, I feel much better. Thanks for all of that, it really helped"

The white-haired magician hummed, also not daring to look the doctor in the eye.

"Hey, uh... I know this is weird, but I had this very confusing dream last night and I don't know if it was real or not"

Asra titled his head, intrigued.

"Well, I'm kinda good with dreams... What happened?"

Julian scratched the back of his head, his pale cheeks getting a pink tint.

"I, uhh... I dreamt that you and I... That we.. Look, I dreamt that we kinda cuddled last night. I know that's absurd and all since we're not together anymore but it just felt so real that-"

"We did"

Asra cut him off, taking a big sip of their tea. Julian's face got ten shades redder, his words failing him.

"I, uh... We did? What do you mean "we did"? How did we cuddle?"

A soft, almost red blush arose in Asra's cheeks as well.

"Well, your drunk ass asked me if I could stay with you, and I obliged. Next thing I know, I'm awake with you buried in my chest"

Suddenly, Julian's face became pale. At least, paler than usual, kind of like he was panicking.

"So I told you that you're beautiful?"

His friend choked on his bite, stunned and speechless. 

"Uhh, yeah, you did.. Well, I'm glad that you think that way about me, Dr. Devorak~"

They stood up to wash the dishes, but his voice stopped them.

"Thank you for the hug, too. I knew that one wasn't a dream. Your hugs just feel... different"

"Want another one?" Asra smiled, opening his arms. Hesitantly, Julian obliged and let them hug him. He thought that it was gonna be a quick hug, a friendly one, to just show Asra how thankful he was. But, oh was he wrong. His touched-starved self, much like the day before, melted into their arms and hugged Asra tight. They've just held each other without a word for more than 10 minutes.

When they pulled away, Julian's hands remained on Asra's waist. They let out a sigh, cupping his cheek with the palm of their hand.

"I have to go now, but I don't wanna leave you.."

Julian's face grew serious as he answered:

"Then don't leave? We could stay here and do something else or-"

"You don't understand!" Asra hissed, "I don't want to leave you again. I don't ever want to leave you again"

"Oh."

Again with the blush. Gosh, it was so easy to fluster Julian!

"I don't want you to leave too. I mean, I'm not going to leave anyways but yes, please stay. I've been so lonely without you.."

Asra chuckled.

"Heh, then I guess we've both been alone for far too long, right?"

Julian silently agreed, looking deep into their eyes with the biggest smile on his face. Asra couldn't take it anymore, and brought their lips to the doctor's, kissing him. It felt weird after so many years, but a good weird. A comfortable weird. 

The tall man melted into the kiss, kissing his ex-lover like he wanted to do it again for all the years they've been apart. Once they pulled away, Asra's hand remained on his cheek. 

"Ilya, I don't want you to be so lonely."

He smiled, looking at them lovingly.

"I won't be lonely as long as you are here.."

Pressing another soft peck to his sharp cheekbones, they exclaimed:

"Then, I'll stay forever."

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[bakuliwrites]

M6 w/ a Pregnant MC

Hello everyone! Here's another headcanon I made a while ago that I really liked. MC is gender-neutral. Hope you enjoy :)

When you first break the news to him, he goes dead silent at first. Asra stares blankly at you for a moment and you’re a bit nervous that maybe he’s upset. But you know he’s beside himself with joy when he breaks out into a bright smile and presses kiss after kiss to your lips. Asra can’t wait to be a parent and he’s even more excited to be sharing this new adventure with you!

Very doting. Does not leave to go on trips at all and hardly leaves your side. He can’t wait to go on family adventures now! It’s not just going to be Asra on the road by himself, or just you and him. It’ll be his little family, off on journeys galore! He’s already making plans. His parents are also ecstatic to be grandparents and can’t wait to babysit. They’re over a lot, helping you out.

Sets to work at extending part of the shop to include a nursery. Lots of purples and blues and calming colors. The room is tranquil, serene. He’s hidden some magical spells around that do a variety of things when you interact with them (blow bubbles, glowing swirls that light up when you touch them, etc…). Knits blankets and hats and booties for your baby (and they are all so very cute and cozy!).

Will (gently) pat your belly like it’s a bongo drum. Is convinced that when your baby kicks, it’s them playing music back. Likes to muse aloud about what kinds of magic your baby might be interested in. Wonders if they’ll take after you or more after him. But he also acknowledges that if magic isn’t really their thing, that’s okay too. He’s just so excited to see what kind of person they’re going to be.

Magical remedies for all your aches and pains. When it comes time for you to actually have the baby, he stays calm. Sure, he’s freaking out on the inside, but he’s not going to show it. When he finally gets to hold your baby in his arms, quiet tears of joy trickle down his cheeks. He looks at the both of you like you are the most magical, mystical things in the world. He makes sure you know how lucky he feels 💜

Your plan to have a baby has been in the works for some time now, so Nadia isn’t surprised when you announce that you think you’re finally pregnant. She is utterly ecstatic, gently kissing your temple and pulling you in close. But she’s also extremely nervous and you can tell by the way her hands tremble when she holds yours after your announcement. She isn’t the best with children but you assure her that she’s going to be an amazing parent.

Whatever you need, Nadia will provide. You will get the absolute best healthcare. Any craving you have will be satisfied. You can rest assured that Nadia is going to get you whatever you need, whenever you need it! Your comfort and the health of the baby comes first and foremost to her. She’ll delegate a lot of her work to others during this time (and tries to get ahead on some things, for once the baby is born and chaos inevitably ensues). She wants to spend as much time with you as she can.

You and Nadia design the nursery in the palace together. Lots of creams and golds. Some purple thrown in here and there. It’s very soft and elegant, with lots of sunlight pouring in through the windows. Nadia also has some pretty amazing outfits tailored for your little one, once the time comes.

Enjoys reading to your baby. If you’re sitting with her while she’s working, Nadia might place her hand on your belly just to feel the baby kick. She might jokingly ask your baby bump for advice on some problem she’s having with Vesuvia’s infrastructure or some other political issue. Usually she asks yes or no questions and has jokingly taken one kick to mean, “yes,” and no kicks to mean, “no.” She finds it rather hysterical.

When the time comes for the baby to arrive, she is cool as a cucumber. There’s no hint of any panic or worry. She knows you’re going to do amazing. Holds your hand and gives you the absolute best pep talks of your life. When she gets to hold your little bundle of joy for the first time, she can hardly stop smiling. Even her eyes light up. You and the baby are the most important things in the whole world to her, and she makes sure you are well aware of that 💜

Edit: Someone pointed out to me that Nadia would probably return to her hobby of tinkering and create beautiful toys for the baby! 

You and Julian have been trying for a while, but it still comes as an absolute shock to him when you break the news. He is positively over the moon, scooping you up into his arms and twirling you around. And then it hits him that he’s going to be a father and he’s suddenly an absolute nervous wreck. He’s worried he’s going to be a terrible parent, but you reassure him he’s going to be just fine. He’s pretty good with kids, anyway.

When the initial shock dies down, Julian settles into his role rather well. Dotes on you constantly. Honestly, it can probably be a bit much sometimes (but he’ll back off a little if you tell him). Is 100% prepared for all your possible symptoms. Has all the remedies and knows exactly what to do. An absolute worrywart when it comes to your health and the baby’s.

You are mostly in charge of the nursery design, but Julian tries his best to help. The two of you decide to design it after a pirate ship, complete with a mural of the sea and a cradle that sort of looks like a mini ship. Julian is mostly in charge of acquiring any furniture and building anything that needs to be built, and he happily obliges.

Will sing to your baby and tell them ridiculous stories. Pretends your baby is telling him jokes (or talking about you, lol). He can’t really act out anything for them yet, of course, but he’ll do all the silly voices. Tells them how much he can’t wait to meet them and take them on all kinds of adventures. He gets pretty emotional during the whole process and loves to tell you (and the baby) how he never would’ve expected his life to go this way. But he’s delighted that it has. Will also play the vielle for the baby (mostly soothing lullabies, but sometimes he’ll play something more jaunty).

Surprisingly very calm when the time comes to deliver, but is internally freaking out (this isn’t the first baby he’s delivered, but it is his first baby). Definitely has another physician come in to help deliver your baby, just in case. When he holds your baby for the first time, he’s practically weeping. Julian doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this kind of joy and happiness, but he’s just so grateful. He makes sure you know how proud of you he is and how utterly in love he is with the two of you 💜

When you break the news to Portia, she is beside herself with excitement! Absolutely cannot wait to be a parent. Immediately begins the planning process for the nursery, the adventures, and so on. You laugh about how ahead of herself she’s getting, but it’s sweet to see her so enthusiastic.

Cooks you all the food you ever want. Believes 100% in listening to your cravings. She claims that if you listen to your cravings, the baby will want for nothing in their life (“It’s something my grandma’s once told me,” she explains with a wink). And who are you to argue with that? Especially with Portia being such an amazing cook, haha.

You design the nursery together. Portia has a whole mural in mind and sets to work right away on designing it. Her painting is positively gorgeous. It’s all the places in the world that the two of you have traveled to and all the places she wants to take your little family, once the baby is born. It’s filled with nostalgia and lovely memories.

Gets you plenty of fresh air and sunlight. She insists that you sit on the porch while she gardens and enjoy a nice cold drink and the lovely breeze. At night, when you’re snuggled up beside one another, she loves to tell your baby spooky (but not too spooky) stories and describe all the adventures she can’t wait to take them on once they’re born!

Definitely panics a bit when the time comes for you to deliver the baby. She’s running around, trying to gather everything you might need (and things you might not need, but might want). Squeezes your hand so tight, you have to ask her to back off a little, haha (she apologizes profusely). Beaming so proudly the first time she gets to hold the baby. It’s love at first sight. She makes sure you know how utterly amazing she thinks the two of you are, and how blessed she feels to have you two 💜

Muriel’s excitement is quiet when you break the news to him, but you know he’s beside himself with joy when you see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. When he draws you in to hold you close, you can hear the frantic thrumming of his heart and that’s when you realize how anxious he is. But you know Muriel will make an amazing parent, something you’re sure to tell him.

An excellent caretaker. He’ll cook you delicious, hearty food to ensure you and the baby get all the nutrients you need. Takes you on lots of cute dates and picnics. He feels that connecting with nature is a really amazing way to feel good during your pregnancy, especially if you’re having a difficult time at all. Very attune to your aches and pains and does what he can to help you. Massages, warm baths, you name it!

The nursery the two of you design is filled with light and looks like a little forest. The mural you paint has all kinds of trees and flowers, and there’s clouds and a night sky on the ceiling. There’s stuffed animals everywhere (one of Inanna even!) and Muriel carves little statues to adorn the room.

Pauses a lot during the day to put his hand on your belly to just process that ohmygoodness, he’s going to be a father. In utter awe every time your baby kicks. He tears up the first time it happens. Loves to read to your baby. His voice is so soothing when he reads aloud, it could put you to sleep, too! You notice if your baby is pretty active, they quiet down as soon as Muriel starts to read to them.

Very calm during the birthing process. Holds your hand and whispers reassurances and praise. His presence alone is soothing enough to make the whole ordeal easier than you thought it was going to be. Your baby is so very small in his arms the first time he gets to hold them. He looks down at them with absolute wonder and awe, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. He breaks out into a soft smile and you know he’s smitten already. He makes sure you’re aware of how very fortunate he feels to have the two of you in his life 💜

It breaks Lucio’s brain a little when you first hit him with the news. You can practically hear the dial-up tone playing in his head. And then all of a sudden, he’s lifting you up into his arms and twirling you around. He’s so utterly excited! He starts rambling about how amazing the baby is going to be and how lucky they are to have such incredible parents like the two of you. But deep down, you know he’s really nervous that he’s not going to be a good father. The two of you will have plenty of emotional discussions about this over the course of your pregnancy (and into your child’s life, I’m sure).

Talk about doting. This man gets you everything you want and more! All your cravings, no matter how weird they are, are satisfied (don’t blame him if he doesn’t want to eat them with you though, haha). You have the finest doctors in all the land. He buys you all kinds of fabulous pregnancy outfits that are both comfortable and fashionable (extra emphasis on fashionable).

Please do not let him design the nursery (unless you want it to look like red, gold, leopard print, and god knows what else threw up all over the room, lol). You find a compromise. There’s still plenty of gold and the room is designed rather luxuriously, but it doesn’t have all of Lucio’s signature touches.

All the belly kisses. He is so in love and hasn’t even met your baby yet. Also plays your belly like a bongo drum (but is significantly more irritating about it than Asra, lol). Chatters endlessly to your baby. Will have full on conversations with your baby bump, absent-mindedly sometimes. He can’t wait to teach your baby to fight once they’re born (but you have to remind him to wait a few years for that). He is also ecstatic to be able to spoil your baby absolutely rotten (but he promises not too rotten).

Has a meltdown when it’s time for you to deliver. Is all over the place. You are definitely calmer than he is. It’s a miracle he doesn’t pass out, but he manages to pull himself together a little. Lucio is rendered speechless the first time he holds your baby. His silver eyes are wide with astonishment. And then he breaks down into tears and promises over and over to your baby that he’s going to be the absolute best father he can be. He makes sure you’re aware that he’s going to work damn hard for the two of you 💜

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[thefishermansharbor]

Hi, is it alright if you do head canons about an mc who doesn't talk most of the time but when they do they have a very deep and raspy voice and how Asra, Nadia and Julian react to hearing their voice for the first time? it's okay if you don't want to work on this request

The arcana’s reactions to MC having a deep voice!

The arcana x GN!Reader.

Asra Alnazar: 

One of the very few to actually expect you to have a deep voice. They don’t mind it at all, and wasn’t really paying attention to it in the first place. 

They don’t think much of it, but something they do wonder about is what your singing voice sounds like. 

Laughs whenever they see people be shocked / super surprised when they hear your voice. They think that every part of you is wonderful, but is your voice really all that special? 

Asra is a firm listener over talker. They’re happy to listen to you talk about whatever you want for as long as you want, they enjoy the sound of your voice and want to know your opinions.  

Nadia Satrinava:

At first, she’s surprised. But she quickly grows accustomed to it, and finds it endearing. It’s one of her favorite qualities about you. 

She loves the way you say her name with your deep voice, it makes her feel really happy and she thinks about it often. 

If you’re insecure about your voice, she shuts it down quickly and talks about how much she enjoys hearing you. 

She also likes the way certain words feel sharper and quicker when you say them, it makes you sound attractive to her. 

Julian Devorak:

He was surprised at first. He just kind of stood there - totally baffled. He thought of you as this sweet person, and that sort of rocked his view of you a bit.

But then again, it’s only your voice and within a week he got used to the sound of it. It always makes him laugh when he thinks of how nice you look and then the deep voice you have. 

There’s nothing better than hearing your voice over the phone or in person after he’s had a rough day. He finds your familiarity comforting. 

He thinks that you definitely shouldn’t be insecure of it, but he isn’t sure about how he’ll put into words just how much he loves your voice.

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[to-the-stars8]

The Lamentation of the Apprentice

Parings; Past Female Apprentice x Asra Chapter 1 AO3

Chapter 2

The next time I saw Asra it was days later just after a noon rush. Horror and embarrassment burned in my throat, and I blanked on what I was saying to the customer. The little brat was here to taunt me, I was sure of it. Perhaps he liked to see me squirm, and it almost made small feelings for him waver. My words stumbled over themselves, but I was to be damned if I let him know what his presence did to me.

Asra went to the cases first, leaning so close that his breath fogged up the glass. Then, he went to the shelves, picked up something, then put it down. Finally, Asra made his way next to the customer, looking right into the glass case they had rested their hand on. Awkwardly, they shuffled away and I continued to ignore him.

"--Ultimately, I do not believe it is good for him to use it that way. It is a potion meant for relaxation, and involving horses in a process that will have different effects--" I stopped to look at him from the corner of my eye. Sighing, I looked back at the customer. "I digress, though. Just make sure no horses are involved and your brother should be fine."

The customer thanked me, but I barely acknowledged it as I made my way next to Asra. Bending over to look at what he was staring at. It was a small vial of agrimony leaves with the name on the label and meaning. One of the few herbs in the shop that were not bought out within a day. Not many people seemed to know the magic in Vesuvia, save for Asra, who had been the only person I had met who knew anything at all about magic.

"'To undo hexes and curses'," Asra read aloud.

I hummed in acknowledgment. "Why are you here?"

"Am I not allowed to shop? It would be rude to turn away a customer."

My fists tightened at my sides as hot self-consciousness rose in my chest. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I knew I looked flustered by the smirk on his face. That beautiful face with the perfect nose and cheeky grin. Before any words could escape me, he spoke.

"May I ask you something, MC?"

Still, he said my name slowly unlike everyone else.

"Of course, Asra." Maybe if I said his name in the way he said mine, he might have felt the same butterflies I felt.

I wished he looked at me when he spoke next, but instead, he kept looking into the glass case. "How long have you been watching me?"

"I--"

Gods, I had thought, strike me down now.

When I first saw Asra it was not at my window, rather he was nothing but a blur as I walked by behind the shop. He had been surrounded by people, so the only part of him I could see was the white curls on the top of his head. My aunt had laughed as we passed by and told me to never mind that magician, he would be out of business in a few months.

"After all, MC," She had said. "Street rats die so quickly in the city."

But he stayed in that back alley, even months after my Aunt had left to go back home to Helene. It was only after she left and the honors to him piled up did I start peeking. First every so often, then it became a nightly routine.

"Not long," I lied.

He looked at me finally. If he saw the lie on my face he said nothing. "You are not upset that I take your customers?"

"I--" I was startled by the question. If he had known I knew of his presence there for some time, then the question seemed redundant to ask. Surely if there was an issue it would have been solved immediately. "No. Not at all. And you don't steal my customers."

Asra only smiled in response before going over to the shelf against the wall and complimenting the assortment of herbs, crystals, and other ancient wards I had in there. My mortification, the feeling that I felt the moment I met Asra, had long been gone by then.

Instead, I felt proud that the pretty magician from behind my shop thought it was neat the way I displayed my products. Even as he continued to go from each item to ask me questions, I was answering them with more confidence every time he looked at me.

He seemed to have swindled me into a conversation with him because by the time another customer had walked in the sun was already coming into the shop in an orange hue. As I greeted the customer Asra slipped out with a wink just as he slithered in.

--

I had yet to see Asra again for some time. Not face to face at least. Every night, I would peek down at him to make sure he was still there. When he was, I left satisfied that my knowledge of him there did not scare him off. Though, I doubt myself only knowing that he was there that would do the trick.

When we met again it was in the MarketPlace. The day was cold for once. A sure sign of winter coming in close behind the semi-chilly autumn weather. People were happy about it and seemed more jovial. They could walk around without having to worry about sweating in their clothes once they stopped, and the latest winter fashions had finally sprung amongst the crowd.

With the weather change came a slew of new sicknesses. Colds and stomach aches had been the latest trouble in Vesuvia, and even the new doctor on the other side of the city could only help so many which left me. Unfortunately, the ones that needed my help left me depleted and I could not fulfill orders until mine had come in.

It pained me to see their faces in such a disparaged state. Slipping through the crowd the best I could, I made my way to the herbalist. An old friend that I knew little of, the herbalist greeted me with a loud boast of my name.

"MC! My best customer," I flushed as all eyes turned to me from behind the counter.

I nodded at them and said hello quietly, and gave him the slip for my order.

"Ah, for the colds, yes? A moment, please," The herbalist disappeared behind the curtain.

I walked around, fingering the hanging lavender from the short rafters above and fingering the different slots of herbage. Whitebark, rosemary, sage, and every other plan known to me or any other person. The smell caused me a headache, but I cherished looking at all the products offered. I looked back up at the lavender and thought of Asra. The purple of the petals reminded me of his eyes, but not as deep of a color.

Entranced by the thought, I almost failed to hear my name. When I looked up, my eyes locked with the eyes of the magician I had been thinking about. A familiar purple that still sparkled even in the daylight.

"Oh, hello, Asra," I said, stepping to the side as he reached for the whitebark.

"I hadn't expected to see you here."

I snorted. "Do you expect me to always be in my shop?"

A smirk crossed his face and a flash of something clever flashed in his eyes. "Do you always peep on people?"

My cheeks burned, and just as the words left his mouth the herbalist returned. Out of politeness, he pretended to not hear what Asra just said, but by the questioning look in his eyes, he must have. Paying then grabbing the bag of herbs, I turned on my heel and then quickly left in hopes that Asra would leave the embarrassment behind.

Asra called for me again, running up behind me as I lugged the large bag with me. Before any words other than my name could escape him, he took the bag from my hands. The cooled from my cheeks at that moment and we walked in silence for a few paces before either of us spoke again.

"Thank you."

"Forgive me."

We had spoken in unison and, for a moment, I thought I saw a flush on his cheeks.

"Whatever should I forgive you for?" I asked, brushing my hair out of my face as the cold wind blew against us.

He smiled at the ground before speaking. "Uh, for earlier. I hope I did not embarrass you."

"Oh," I said. "Think nothing of it. I have been in worse situations."

Asra grinned at me, a charismatic, lopsided grin that made my young heart flush with butterflies. "You must tell me."

"Well," The story started.

I had forgotten how long we had talked, but it was for sure long enough that he excused himself. Where my day had ended his was still happening. Asra slipped out the back of the shop, an exit I rarely used, and sat at his booth. Locking up and then slipping into my night clothes I peeked through the curtain again.

This time, when our eyes met as he magically juggled some masquerade masks for some wandering Vesuvians, he winked. My heart stumbled in my chest, and I closed the curtain squealing. I spent the rest of the evening trying to get his smile out of my head, but, when it proved to be fruitless, I opted to read. It was when the words passed through my head did the thought of him and my growing fondness finally fade.

#the arcana fanfic #the arcana #the arcana game #count lucio #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #julian devorak #asra x apprentice #asra fluff #asra x mc #asra the magician #asra alzanar #muriel #romance #past mc #angst #asra x y/n #asra x you

[pathetic-sapphic]

RINA'S MASTERLIST NO.1

ARCANE

Insomniac Sevika

Bath Time With Sevika

Sick Sevika

Taking care of an injured Sevika

Protective Sevika

Beach date with Sevika

Attractive things Sevika does

Fluffy Viktor headcanons

Viktor with a S/O whose love language is physical touch

Viktor with a naturally strong S/O

Soft Viktor headcanons

Viktor with a S/O who owns a dog

Viktor SFW Alphabet

Viktor with a Plus Size S/O (nsfw)

Viktor with a Soft Dom Girlfriend

Viktor with a Tall and Insecure S/O

Protective Viktor with a Protective S/O

Fluffy Vi and Caitlyn headcanons

Vi NSFW Alphabet

Viktor taking care of an Injured S/O

Friends to Lovers with Viktor

Arcane characters with a S/O who hates physical touch

Arcane characters with a Mitsuri Kanroji S/O

Arcane characters with a S/O who can sing

Aftercare with the Arcane characters (nsfw themes)

Arcane men with a S/O who has anxiety

Arcane women with a S/O who has anxiety

Arcane milfs with an insecure S/O

What the Arcane milfs are like as partners

How the Arcane milfs kiss you

Arcane milfs and jealousy (slight nsfw)

Attractive things that the Arcane milfs do (nsfw)

Arcane milfs + Vi when they have a crush on you

Arcane milfs with a Plus Size S/O (nsfw themes)

First meeting with the Arcane milfs

Arcane milfs with a bratty S/O (nsfw)

Arcane milfs with a S/O who has attachment issues

Arcane milfs when their S/O safewords

Arcane milfs with a virgin S/O who can't relax during their first time

Cassandra Kiramman SFW Alphabet

Arcane women when reader goes into subspace (nsfw themes)

Vi with a chubby fem S/O (nsfw)

Jinx with an autistic S/O

Jinx NSFW Alphabet

Overstimulation with Jinx (nsfw, drabble)

Let's go, me and you, until the end of time (Jinx x Fem!Reader fic, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, 1253 word count)

Vi, Jinx and Caitlyn with a S/O who has body image issues

THE ARCANA

Asra, Julian and Nadia with a dominant MC (nsfw)

OBEY ME

Mammon relationship HC's pt.1

RESIDENT EVIL

Lady Dimitrescu relationship headcanons

Lady Dimitrescu with a S/O who has a size kink (nsfw)

OVERWATCH

Mercy and Widowmaker with a S/O who has mechanical wings attached to their spine

Mercy with a clumsy and sickly S/O

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[sh1-n0bu]

Hmm, perhaps a fluffy date with an Arataki Itto who is trying to impress the reader by showing off for the event requests?

If that doesn't strike you, anything with Julian Devorak or Muriel from The Arcana would SLAP - I haven't seen many others into it on here yet and you reminded me of its existence jkshkjgfd

✿ 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨? ✿

characters: murial, julian devorak x nb!reader (separate)

warnings: fluff, crack, the idiots (affectionately) are bad at feelings, mazelinka portia and asra best wingmen😤💪

notes: i literally accidentally deleted this entire fic at 3 in the fucking morning last night and went to sleep with angry tears like a bitch

poor gentle giant has never heard of valentines day before so when asra and faust brought it up, he just stood there with a cute, confused look on his face and a tilted head

muriel has never pursued romantic relationships or even a normal human interaction at that so when asra suddenly brought up about a day where people ask the one they have affections for out on a date, his mind just short circuited

cue a cute flustered mountain of a man, tripping over his words, trying to deny his feelings for you

it took him a long time to understand that the butterflies in his stomach, heat rising to his cheeks and hand twitching to hold yours was a normal thing for people in love

and it took him even longer to accept that feeling and his affections towards you

it took hours of lecture from both asra and his familiar faust to knock some sense into the gentle giant

when muriel returned to his little hut in the forest, he couldn’t sit still in one place for even a minute

pacing back and forth, mumbling about the “what-ifs”, hell he even asked inanna about whether he should confess or not

after getting the “are-you-serious?” look from inanna, muriel finally made up his mind

soon valentines day came and there he was, standing in front of your little cottage with a fresh new clothes - your gifted green scarf still wrapped around his neck - holding a bouquet of flowers that he picked and wrapped himself

after debating all sorts of things in his mind, he finally sucked it up and knocked on your door

gods, you always takes his breath away

after snapping out of his simping over you, the gentle giant finally came clean of his feelings

“ahem… uhm i heard from asra and faust… that today is a day for couples and i thought…”

“…will you be my valentine, [name]?”

ah yes the ever scheming, masochist, i-hide-my-true-feelings-behind-fake-smiles-and-flirty-personality doctor, the first character i simped for in arcana

ilya is so used to always hiding behind charming lies, deceitful words and fake personalities that when portia pointed out that he holds affections for you, he denied and denied for almost an entire year

which what got him being chased around portia’s little cottage with the owner of the house chasing after him with a wet rag while pepi the cat sat back and watched, purring with amusement

he finally decided to face the music and ask you on valnetines when even mazelinka joined in on the scolding all the while knocking him over the head with her infamous wooden spoon

“oh come on! how long do you plan to make [name] wait, ilya?! they won’t be patient forever!”

“your sister has a point. suck it up and tell them how you feel already! i’m sick of watching you sigh and mumble their name in your sleep, you idiot!”

“ow! okay-ow! pasha! mazelinka! please have mercy!!”

the next morning julian woke up with a massive headache

and so soon enough, valentines day comes and there he stands, in front of your door, hand made box of chocolates in hand with all the blood in his body rushing to his cheeks

after checking himself over for the hundredth time in a close by water, he took a deep breath before finally knocking on the front of your home

“ahem. ahaha! my darling, dearest [name]! it appears that a certain little birdie has told me about your infatuation with me! so i have decided to make it easier for you and ask you out first. will you be my valentine darling?”

uh-huh sure julian. acting as if he wasn’t stress-eating the night before. you aint slick

#nobu.writes #the arcana #the arcana mc #the arcana julian #the arcana muriel #muriel x reader #muriel x you #julian x reader #julian x apprentice #muriel x apprentice #julian devorak #muriel x mc #julian x mc #the arcana x mc #the arcana x reader #arcana x reader #x nb reader #nb reader #nb!reader

[houdinicorbini]

✧ Masterlist ✧

Identity V:

"Late night thoughts" Alva Lorenz x Anxious/paranoid! Reader

"Before party anxieties" Joseph x Anxious! Reader

Ada&Emil x Reader poly headcanons

Joseph Desaulnier relationship headcanons

Leo Beck/Hell Ember headcanons (request)

Protective! Naib x Reader (Request)

Aesop Carl x Reader Birthday headcanons

Victor Grantz Headcanons

Aesop Carl headcanons

"Comforting Silence" Aesop Carl x Reader

The Arcana: MC bringing breakfast to the main 6 in bed

Asra x Sick! Reader

Julian relationship/fluff headcanons

Muriel relationshio/fluff headcanons

"Don't go" Muriel x Reader

Final fantasy XV:

Ardyn date headcanons

Ardyn/Ravus/Gladio x Clingy! Reader headcanons (request)

"Five more minutes" Sleepy! Ardyn x Reader (Request)

"Late night drive" Ardyn

(Another one I can't think of a title for) Ardyn x Autistic! Reader (Request)

"A pleasant surprise" Ardyn x Reader (Request)

Pursuing Ardyn headcanons (Request)

Calming Ardyn down headcanons

(Still can't think of a title for this one) Ardyn x Reader who faints a lot (Request)

"In silence" Ardyn x Phonophobic! Reader

"Hidden Jealousy" Ardyn x Insecure! Reader (Request)

Ardyn x Reader Birthday headcanons+scenario

"Childhood crush" Ravus x Reader (Request)

"A new life" Ardyn x Pregnant! Reader (Request) Ardyn x Kind! Reader headcanons (Request)

"Only a nightmare" Ardyn x Reader (Request)

Overprotective! Ardyn x Reader headcanons/scenario (Request)

Ardyn x Sick! Reader headcanons (Request)

"An unexpected raincheck" Ardyn x Reader

"Falling asleep at the desk" Ardyn x Reader

Ardyn general headcanons

Ardyn relationship headcanons

FNAF Security Breach: "A fixer upper" Monty x Female! Nightguard! Reader (Request)

Sun&Moon relationship headcanons

Chica relationship headcanons

Some of my au headcanons for Monty

Monty Gator x Reader headcanons

NiGHTs into dreams/Balan Wonderworld: (Can't think of title) Dragon! Lance x Royalty! Reader

Lance relationship headcanons

Reala (Romance?) headcanons

NiGHTs headcanons (Request)

Pre rebellion NiGHTs headcanons (Request)

Other:

Madhouse Mike relationship headcanons

Goliath x Female! Human! Reader family headcanons

Nuclear throne Chicken headcanons

Portgas D Ace x BPD! Reader

"Nothing special" Guzma x Reader (Request)

Guzma relationship headcanons

"Movie date" Douxie x Reader

Douxie relationship headcanons

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