#the arcana x apprentice

[leapin-b]

#the arcana #the arcane game #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana x mc #ilya devorak #julian #julian devorak

[saintunhinged]

pov asra wants to kiss you, but can’t find the right moment.

asra alnazar x reader . FLUFF ALERT !!!

He tried for a kiss first thing that morning. It was part of his everyday routine, but your yawning stopped him from leaning in any further. He tried going in for it again, but before he knew it, you were already making your way to the bathroom.

He’d just get one when you return.

Or so he thought. He dozed off, only waking up when the aroma of breakfast filled his nose. Dragging himself from bed, he followed the delightful smell into the back of the shop where your back was turned to him. “Good morning, love.” He softly greeted, “It smells amazing in here.”

The sound of his voice made you turn around and the sight of his bed ridden hair made you smile. You always thought he looked unreasonably cute in the morning. “Good morning!” you chirped. You were unrealistically happy for someone who didn’t necessarily fall under the category of a morning person. “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.” You told him. You were finally beginning to wrap things up without the breakfast, so you turned back around.

“That’s sweet of you, thank you.” Asra appreciated the gesture of care you attempted to show. It would have been perfect if he actually stayed in bed for it.

He’d make up for it with a good morning kiss.

Asra took a few steps forward before his hands came to hold your hips. His chin rested on your shoulder as he leaned over to watch what you were doing. His white hair tickled your ear, and you wiggled out of his grip, quietly laughing, just as he was moving in to press a kiss to your cheek. In most cases, you’d return a kiss to his lips.

“Your hair! I can’t focus with your hair tickling me.” You took a glance at him, unable to suppress your grin.

He was more interested in kissing you than the trouble his hair would get him in. You were forgetting the most important thing your mornings consisted of. He just had to subtly spell it out. “I think you’re forgetting something.” He half-jokingly stated, puckering his lips up to make kissing sounds, all while pointing to his mouth. “If only there was a way to make it up..” He feigned sadness, blinking his eyes multiple times as if on the verge of crying.

You noticed mischief dancing in his violet eyes despite the saddening look on his face. “Well..” You playfully stared, tapping your finger on your chin as you pretended to think. “I guess there is one thing that has slipped my mind. It just so happens to be the perfect way to atone for my forgetfulness, too.” You inch closer to him, and his gaze never strays from you.

He fought the urge to smile upon feeling your warm breath ghost over his lips. Your eyes slipped closed, anticipating the kiss to come. He could practically feel his lips on yours as you—

BEEP BEEP!

When night came, it bothered Asra more than it probably should have. Going a full day without even kissing you was driving him insane. He spent so long without you as his partner, and now that you were, he didn’t want to waste another second without expressing his love.

After a bath, you’re getting ready for bed when you hear him call your name. You look up just as he enters the room. The silk fabric of his robe sticks to his wet body as he walks to the edge of the bed. He ditches the robe as he settles in next to you.

With a deep breath from him, the candles lighting the room die out, except for two single candles on either side of the bed illuminating the darkness. He doesn’t say anything, yet you notice his eyes trailing over your face. He stares wistfully at your lips the longest.

“I want you to kiss me." Asra suddenly announces. It’s a clear and sure statement that leaves you a bit confused. He never mentions wanting to kiss you unless he’s not sure whether or not you would be okay with it. But you made it clear a long time ago that his affection was always welcome.

Your brows furrow. Curious, you ask, "Why don't you?" In the dim room, your eyes adjust to the darkness which allows you to see his thoughtful gaze.

He hesitated before answering. A sigh falls from his lips as he carelessly shrugs. “Because something’s bound to stop it from happening.” He makes a face as if to say, ‘I would know’. You watch him push aside the curl hiding his face. “I’ve tried all day.”

Giving an answer isn't something you worry about. Instead, you lift your head off your pillow and invade his personal space. Your lips find his soft ones and press firmly against them. Almost instantly, what was supposed to be a gentle goodnight kiss turns fervent and eager. Your lips part and his skilled tongue delves into your mouth, exploring and mapping out every inch and corner.

The kiss breaks as you both breathe heavily. You stare at each other, grinning from ear to ear. "Perhaps we should hold back on kissing until the day is over," you suggest, and he shakes his head vigorously as he disagrees.

“I don’t think I can go another day like this.” He goes in for another kiss, but ironically, you yawn. He quietly laughed to himself, deciding to press a soft kiss on your forehead instead. “Goodnight, my love.” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You feel yourself falling asleep to the lulling beat of his heart.

"Good night, Asra.”

#asra alnazar #asra alnazar x reader #asra x reader #asrathearcana #asra x you #asra the arcana #asra the magician #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana x you #the arcana x reader #the arcana x mc #the arcana #asra x mc #asra #the arcana asra #asra alnazar x you

[malaks-perch]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

asra alnazar, portia and julian devorak (all separate)

what your lover thinks of sending you love notes and what they send to you

minors + ageless blogs do not interact

𝘈𝘚𝘙𝘈

- if theres anything he loves more than pillows its taking the time out of his day to write a little love note to you

- can you imagine him locking his ankles in the air while he writes a love note to you while he’s away from home, away from you because he’s thinking about the smile on your face when you get to read his notes

- adores telling you about how beautiful, fantastical, brilliant things could never amount to you

- he puts his heart into every word and occasionally sprinkles bits of poetry in there because he can’t help sharing the lovely sonnets and odes that remind him of you

- his chest fills with so much love seeing you sent him a love letter, keeps every single one tied together in a special place in his shop as if a thief will come in the night to steal your lovely words away

asra's love letter gift includes :: raw crystals, shiny foreign currency, and feathers

𝘗𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘈

- the idea came to her when she’s too busy with work at the palace when there’s not much time to see you, but she wants to express how much she misses you and adores you

- she writes a lot of love letters to you only because she finds these moments in her day where she has time and really it’s shifted from hobby to art form in which she comes up with new ways to describe how she feels in the moments that you’re not with her and honestly she gives asra a run for his money with how she can make you tear up

- she has a little journal she brings around with her so when she’s daydreaming of you, she can jot down the little spark of love that blossoms in her chest

- portia is a talented writer and she has the countess to thank for that, but the countess couldn’t have possibly taught her ‘my heart lingers in my eyes vying for a chance to give itself yours’, lines like that have anyone tearing up

- she cheers a little whenever you sneak a love letter to her, either in a book or at the doorstep of her cottage, she’s sighing because she loves you more and more each day

portia's love letter includes :: seed packets, soft textile and ribbon from the market, and heart folds with messages inside

𝘑𝘜𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕

- now this one, don’t even get me started with love letters, don’t you dare miss returning one to him without telling him you’re busy or you’ll surely have him pouting the next time you see him

- he loves sending you love letters as much as he loves receiving them because it’s blatantly obvious that his love language is words of affirmation and if he doesn’t get those through your letters then there’s a fair chance he’s taking this to heart

- aside from that, julian is the king of poetry, where do you think portia got it from?

- mazelinka has caught his distant eyes and worried why he’s so serious and he’ll twirl a quill in hand and explain how he’s considering what he’ll put in his next love letter to you (drama king 2.0)

- his smile is so melancholy when he receives another love letter from you, tears prick to his eyes sometimes because you really are his treasure and the best ways he can express how much you mean to him are through these passages where he’s free to declare his love and free to tell you that he loves you without the stress of consequence when it’s only him, his pen, and needlessly expensive paper

julian's love letter includes :: sea shells, topographic maps snippets of where he is, and small sketches

<333 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘖𝘙 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛!! <333

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[angelltheninth]

Lucio isn't hesitant to kiss you in public or praise you until your ears burn from his words, both gentle and lewd in nature. You could be walking into the tavern and he will spin you around, kiss your neck, giving you a hickey almost in a way to establish his dominance early on, signaling to others that you're pretty ass his his.

#the arcana #lucio x reader #lucio x you #the arcana x reader #the arcana x you #the arcana lucio #count lucio #the arcana imagines #the arcana headcanons #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana x mc

[rryukish]

Pairing: Asra x Female Reader

Smut/fluff 18+

Warnings: rough, unprotected, dirty talk, praising kink, breeding kink??,

A/n- This is set in Asra’s route when one of the paid options was to share a bath and I had a thought of a smut lmao- the scene is already spicy though of course it doesn’t go into full detail so I’ll just write this as how I think it would go.

ALSO I WROTE THIS A YEAR AGO AND NEVER POSTED IT FOR SOME REASON LMAOOO- sorry that it’s like offbrand ig

I undressed and put the thin yet comfortable robe on my naked body, I turned to see Asra waiting for me. I sigh happily as I walked to him “finally a break “ he said with a tired smile. I looked over at the bath amazed at its size “this looks more like a pool than a bath” I said in awe “It only makes sense since it’s Nadia’s” he replied. I looked at the mirror and saw the mud on my face “Asra you didn’t tell me?!” I said holding my cheeks in my hands “sorry” he said shyly he took my hand in his as he helped me step into the large tub. I slowly sank in and sighed as the coolness quickly became warm, he sank down next to me. “Here let my clean your face” he said as he pulled me onto his lap, he massaged my face gently and I melted in his touch. “Done” he whispered in my ear and I regained my composure, I got off his lap and faced him “let me wash your chest” I said grinning “go ahead” he said giving his signature smirk, I chuckled and picked one of the colorful bottles from off the ledge of the bath.

I removed his robe from his shoulders and lathered my hands up before touching his chest, I massaged him and he groaned “that feels so good” he said resting his head back I stopped to softly put my lips on his, he smirked into the kiss and held my body close to his. I leaned back to where I was and continued, his slender body shivered slightly under my touch. I soon let my hands go lower down to his abdomen and down to his hips, he looked at me smoldering “may I?” I asked him as I held the tie of his robe, he hummed and I untied it sliding my hand to his hard member. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping slowly at first but then fastening my pace, I leaned into him and kissed his neck “ah..y/n” he groaned into my ear his eyes closing. I moved my other hand onto his tip rubbing it at the same pace of my hand wrapped around his shaft.

He trembled under me and moaned softly as he released, he slowly opened his eyes and pulled me in kissing me deeply he slipped his tongue in our saliva mixing together, we only pulled away once we needed to breath. I pulled back in front of him and sighed, my robe was see through enough to see my breasts. Asra licked his lips as he moved his hands to my waist before moving them to my breasts he massaged them both and I melted at his touch once more moving to sit on his lap feeling his erected shaft on my needy cunt, he untied my robe and pinched my nipples instantly making me moan.

He moved his mouth to one of my nipples licking and biting it while pinching my other one he switched sides giving it the same treatment as the other I moaned loudly the sensation taking over my senses, he stopped and we both sloppily put our lips together moving them in unison, we didn’t break apart as I moved my hand from to his back to his shaft placing it at my entrance, I lowered myself down and moaned into his mouth. I placed my hands back onto his back and slowly lowered myself up and down, my whimpers becoming more louder “just like that y/n” he praised me “I love you so Asra” I moaned “I love you too” he replied while kissing my neck leaving love bites behind.

He moved his hands back to my hips and slammed into me causing me to moan loudly, he continued to slam into me at the same pace making my legs turn to jelly, “god your pussy feels so good” he groaned, “I’m so close” I said as I felt a burning sensation in my core “me too” he replied going faster, we both released at the same time becoming moaning messes.His warm seed flowed into me and I relaxed into his arms. He picked me up “how about another round?” He asked smoldering at me, I laughed and nodded. He moved me to sit where he was before “open your legs” he said and I obeyed opening my legs, he moved between them and held my legs up as he positioned his shaft. He slammed inside and groaned “how do you feel this tight?” He said as he pounded into me, I could barley respond. My eyes rolled back, it felt so good. I was moaning loudly and so was he, he moved to kiss me. I felt them same burning sensation as before and released moaning into his mouth he soon did the same as he released inside of me. He pulled out his shaft and collapsed next to me holding me close.

We both struggled to breath, “that..was..amazing” He said, I caressed his cheek as he kissed me softly “we should probably get dressed” he said “yeah they might be wondering what’s taking so long” I replied chuckling. We both washed up quickly, Asra got up first and helped me as a struggled to walk “I think we might have had overdone it” I said sighing at the state of my legs “I’m sorry” he said kissing my eyebrow.

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #the arcana x mc #the arcana asra #asra route #asra x apprentice #asra x you #asra x reader #smut #the arcana smut #Asra x reader smut #the arcana x you #the arcana x apprentice #cute #fanfiction #the arcana fandom #the arcana fanfic

[squeamishsstuff]

NEEDY ATTENTION WHORE MURIEL .

CW: slight smut, Gn!reader, mentions readers “tits”, Ooc Muriel, dry humping, Muriel is referred to as “big boy” or “baby” Muriel is his cannon adult age in this. Established relationship. Not really proof read ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

At first he’d wait for you. He understands how busy you can get. He’d even try help you through your long list of chores. (Until you told him it was ok, and he could sit down) Baby just gets so needy for youu :( he’d start stalking behind you, sulking. Pouting like a big baby.

You had been so preoccupied. All your attention on everything but him. “I need leaches for the restock” “Did Asra forget to lock up again?” “Who’s keeping an eye on Julian?” Pay attention to your big boy please!! He and Inana miss you so much.

He’d try win your attention back by wearing even less clothes, flaunting your favourite parts of him. He’d give you “massages”grouping at your hips, tits, thighs. Whatever you let him touch.

He’d hover over you while you work on something for Nadia, pressing kisses up and down your shoulders. You’d have to pinch him whenever he got to loud. But it was so hard to keep quiet while rubbing himself against you, trying for all the friction he could get. Tears bunching up in poor baby’s eyes because your clothes hurt so bad against his bright red tip.

“M’sorry! Please- feels good”

“Muriel.”

“S-Sorry”

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #the arcana x you #the arcana x mc #the arcana x apprentice #muriel x reader #muriel the arcana #muriel the mountain man #muriel the hermit #muriel smut #muriel x you #muriel x apprentice #muriel x mc

[equestriagirl16]

Step 1. Find out about The Arcana

Step 2. Research and fall in love with characters via fics and other content

Step 3. Find out that that game itself is basically in development purgatory

Step 4. Experience moment of dread…

Step 5. Get it anyway-

#Learnin about this game in its entirety was a TRIP- #still gonna play it tho truuust #just hope they leave the og app alone with whatever’s goin on with the company #the arcana #arcana #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #the arcana nadia #the arcana portia #the arcana muriel #the arcana lemon #the arcana x reader #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana x mc #the arcana x you #camiposts

[loveydovey-leviathan]

> reposted from my personal blog: @i-wish-i-was-consistent

asra x gn! reader

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You can't help but be slightly jealous of Asra.

He was beautiful. His hair the colour of starlight and violet eyes that hold so many secrets— and he looked even more so as he lay beside you with his arm around your waist, looking at you as though you were the one who spun his world around.

You were staring, unshamefully so.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking upwards as they always did.

"I could ask you the same thing,"

He chuckles, making his dimples show (you have to suppress the urge to poke them). "I do actually. A lot more than I think you realize."

A large statement considering how much he compliments you. But you know that if you said so, he would insist that "there weren't enough hours in a day to tell you how much he loves you".

Silence ensues after a short while. It always did when it was just you and him, but you didn't mind. It was comfortable, domestic, calming— a break from everything that made life go by so quickly.

Then suddenly...

"Can I have your hand?" Not a particularly strange request coming from him, so you don't think anything of it as he gently takes your hand onto his, turning it so your palm is facing upwards.

You feel the tip of his finger gently dragging across your palm, following the lines etched onto it. You glance at him and see his eyebrows furrowed and a frown painting his lips— an expression of mock concentration.

"It's saying we'll have many nights like this, cuddling before we fall asleep in each other's arms."

You know at once he's making this up. Your lover has many talents, especially in the magical field, but palm-reading is not one of them (but you're sure he could if he studied).

But you decide to play along.

"What else do my palms say?"

You see him smile, the concentrated look on his face replaced with the usual mischievous glint in his eyes and a teasing grin. He knows what you're doing.

"It says we're going to love each other until our souls part," he mutters quietly. He lifts your hand and kisses them, before going back to his original position and placing his hand on your hip— rubbing comforting circles as he waits for you to answer.

"How many years is that?"

He leans in and pecks the corner of your mouth before he replies, his eyes go soft as he continues to stare at you— like you were the one who hung the moon and stars in the night sky.

"Many."

You finally drop your little act. "Is that true?"

Again, he takes his time before answering— choosing to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another on your cheek. He continues to pepper your face with kisses before you finally feel his plush lips against yours.

Asra has always smelled like herbs, flowers and something else that can only be described as magical— and it's engulfing you like it would a thick blanket.

He squeezes your hip affectionately as he presses his lips onto yours harder. The kiss is desperate and wanting— yet always, always gentle. He kisses you like you'll disappear into his dreams if he so much as blinks.

All too soon, he pulls away. He's still beautiful, maybe even more so with slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks— his chest heaves with deep breaths from lack of air and you can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing you're the one who made him look like this.

He cradles your face with gentle hands before finally answering.

"If you want it to be."

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[hito-sh1]

dating julian devorak

notes: he's such a wet paper bag man i adore him

tagging: @belsumu @hoshiikos @silkylious

julian absolutely ADORES you, he worships the ground that you walk on (figuratively)

waxes poetry to you very often and becomes increasingly more dramatic with the delivery the more you ignore him, it's partially because you're not paying attention to him but mostly because he loves you and is very grand in the showcasing of it

does still somehow get himself especially at the rowdy raven but it's not his fault, mostly

does somehow get you swept up in little adventures of his, like the time you two somehow managed almost to a completely different country

reminds you that he loves and cares for you almost hourly

he's still afraid of losing you but voices those concerns a lot more openly now

if julian could be attached to you at all times, he would be. always close to you or touching somehow, pressed against your side, kness bumping together, holding your hand. he just needs to close to you always

does try to coax you into teaching him magick with senseless arguments and points, please tell him no everytime he will hurt himself using it

doesn't go into his history with asra, it's too painful for him but he will make some offhand comments about it

will frequently drag you to mazelinka's place to get food and share gossip

frequent visits to portia's cottage is also a must, even if portia immediately puts him to work in the garden

julian stares at you, a lot. if you catch him he'll turn red and look away but he's just admiring you

he's deeply in love with you and somehow can't get it through his thick skull that you love him back which is when the grandiose gestures occur

#julian the arcana #julian devorak #the arcana #the arcane x reader #the arcana game #the arcana julian #the arcana x reader #the arcana x mc #the arcana x male reader #the arcana x you #the arcana x apprentice

[portias-husband]

Hey! Love your writing sm 🤍 could you do asra lucio and portia sfw alphabet with the letters a, g and k?

Sure! Thanks for the compliment!

A, G and K SFW alphabet for Asra, Portia and Lucio

Activity - favourite activity to do with their S/O?

- loves practicing magic together. The look on your face when you master a new spell or make one of your own is priceless to them

Goodbye - how do they say goodbye to their S/O?

- Hugs. Hugs. He hugs you so tight that you can almost imagine you two are one person with how close you are. They won’t let go for a while and almost considers 

Kissing - are they a good kisser?

- The best kisser. Probably uses some of his magic to give his kisses an extra tingle. Whether soft or desperate he somehow knows how to make their kisses amazing

Activity

- She loves walking around Vesuvia with you and Pepi, looking at all the stalls in the market place and exploring the alleyways, trying to find a secret.

Goodbye

- She's pretty bad at saying goodbye. Even if you only have to leave for a day, she's crying and saying she'll miss you so much. It's super cute tbh

Kissing

- She's a super good kisser when she can do it without giggling. She just loves kissing you so much that she laughs out of pure joy every time

Activity

- Takes you hunting, although sometimes he gets too distracted looking at you to catch even a rabbit but its cute to watch him try with a massive blush on his face and heart eyes

Goodbye

- He definitely tries not to cry when saying goodbye to you but it doesn’t work, and makes excuses but you can tell he’s super upset at the thought of having to say goodbye and let you go

Kissing

- He’s not gonna be the best kisser but he’s not bad either, he just gets super desperate and engaged in the moment that he forgets to actually let you breath. His kisses are still special in their own way though since they are from him

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[leapin-b]

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[saintunhinged]

prompt #52 with Asra who planning is to propose plz and ty!! 💖💞

pt 2

“We’ve met that generous magician of yours.” An old lady abruptly commented. She startled you, not knowing she and an old man were standing behind you, but the softness and welcoming smile plastered on her face immediately gave you a sense of serenity.

You flashed a warm smile toward the couple, curious of the hearty statement the woman made. “Asra?” You eloquently asked. 

The two shared a knowing look, a twinkle in their eyes as they wore a similar smile of mischief. “I have reason to believe your marriage will be long and fulfilling.” Her words were gentle, but the assumption she made had you questioning them.

Your eyes widened realizing what they meant and your mouth parted to acknowledge their mistake, “Oh! No, we’re not married!” A profuse heat spread across your face as you tried clearing the confusion, but they didn’t seem to be listening. Instead, you watched them indicatively walk away, grins stretched across their wrinkled faces as if they knew of the best biggest secret ever.

Surely, friends of you and Asra joked about the two of you being like an old married couple, but you never saw these people in your life. At least from as far as you remembered. 

Surprisingly, you couldn’t wait to tell Asra about the odd encounter.

Your thoughts aimlessly wandered to the old couple you ran into earlier at Nadia’s palace. “People think we’re married.” Even the words leaving your mouth felt foreign. It was late at night when you and Asra returned to the shop. After a long and exhausting day of running around Vesuvia, you particularly wished to end the day with a warm cup of tea.

You dropped your collected items off on the counter. Behind you, Asra hung up his hat and scarf on the hook next to the entrance. His sluggish movements meant he was just as tired, but nonetheless, he wanted to indulge in your unanticipated revelation. “What makes you say that?” He was curious to know what you were thinking.

While searching for the tea kettle, you politely asked the salamander to set a fire, hoping the wood you left with it before leaving was enough. “There was this old couple I ran into at the palace. The lady said our marriage will be fulfilling. And then she ran off before I could tell her otherwise!” You explained, a trace of unbelief framing your voice. After gathering the various herbs into an infuser, you waited for the water to start boiling in the kettle.

“Is that all she said?” He wondered, feeling the speed of his heartbeat accelerate. Asra no longer felt as tired anymore. With your back facing him, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was glad you were occupied, otherwise the confunded expression painted over his face would’ve given you the impression that you said something you weren’t supposed to. 

He had knowledge of who you spoke of. Afterall, that lady had told him the same thing. Asra had first run into them years ago. He considered them good friends, wise with the age to prove it. So it was no surprise when they showed up offering him the advice he graciously took. They just so happened to catch him shortly after the two of you parted ways in the palace. That’s when his plan to propose to you was disclosed. Though, he never expected you three to meet.

When the tea kettle whistled, you set out a cup for both you and Asra. Fixing the hot beverage to your likings, you shook your head, “They practically skipped away before I could get another word out. I mean, can you believe that? Us, married? ” The idea of it ironically humored you. 

He was relieved knowing his plans still were hidden, but the vague chuckle you let fall from your lips led Asra to believe marriage was an impossible concept for you. “Does it bother you?” He gingerly made an inquiry, causing you to turn to him, confused in the slightest of what exactly could bother you. That was until he quickly continued, “The thought of being together like that?”

Your gaze fell to his inviting eyes. Sure, it would have been nice to imagine, but if you were being honest, you never really gave much thought to it. You were happy with your relationship as it was. But since it was a conversation that you and Asra were having, you couldn’t help but imagine committing to sharing your life with him.

“Hm.. I suppose it doesn’t.” You honestly told him, and from the redness spreading rapidly across his cheeks, you wondered what was going on in his head. His sudden bashfulness and attempt to avoid eye contact caused a warm feeling to course through you. The sight was truly adorable.

Asra slid in the seat around the table where readings were done. You considerately placed the steaming cups of tea on the table in front of Asra, before sitting down in the seat opposite of him. Reaching across the table, you tenderly grab his soft hands in yours, rubbing your thumbs across his knuckles. “What are you thinking?” 

His entrancing gaze found yours again, a renewed confidence traced his features. “Good things, love.” He sweetly smiled, bringing your hands up to press a hot kiss to your palm.

You were both content. Tomorrow, he would be certain in asking for your hand in marriage.

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[cryptiql]

PRAYING FOR JULY.

muriel x gn!reader . . spoilers for muriel's route ahead, proceed with caution !

a/n: this is more of a drabble than anything because i've been putting it off for too long, but i definitely hope to write for him more

muriel had learned to lie in passiveness, back bowed for the devil to give him his lashes. his eyes burned, and he bled—bled and wept with the same raw, warm red that kissed the ground he bore his hands into, searching for a place to rest. he’s bitter—all of him, ash on the tongue that speaks his name as though it was worth being spoken at all—and gods, he feels pathetic clawing at the moss, silently begging to be good enough for someone, anyone, even the earth below. would it take me, if i asked? it’s silly, he thinks he hears a reply rooted in the soil that clots beneath his fingernails, but it’s barely there. he has to wonder if he’s imagined it all as he sits back on his heels, breathing ragged. not yet. not now.

january unfurls like a slow storm, and muriel tries to forget.

he wishes it were as simple for him as it were for you. he almost succumbs to the swarm of the market in his hesitation, glancing over his shoulder at watch you spin round in circles aimlessly. you wouldn’t find him. not that you knew who he was, or would want to anyhow. you could always try, but muriel hates how you try to pick him out, blood-stained, monstrous and all, like the mere sight of him isn’t a curse enough. you weren’t supposed to remember him. what hurts more is that you look relieved to see him again, the brilliance of your smile flickering to a dull shine as you feel his wounds like fruit, patient in how you guide him to sit still, a damp cloth pressed to his skin. 

you’ll leave him in february, he tells himself. gone by morning, the memory of him rotting in the far corners of your mind. you hold the myrrh to your chest like you can’t bear the thought of losing it, and muriel pretends like he doesn’t care, even if his heart knows better, clenching once, twice, three times. if you catch his lie, you don’t press it—only wrap the green scarf around him, fingertips smoothing the fabric over his chest in featherlight touches, as if to say “you’re worth it”. you give him every chance to pull away, and muriel takes it more times than he’s proud to admit, but that doesn’t change how every part of him aches in regret. 

he can’t take the words back now, but he can try to be better. he wants to be better for you. muriel could be like spring, pure and beautiful, marching sluggishly along under the waning moon, but he’s still not there yet. he can’t force the ugly, loathsome thing trapped between his ribs to settle when you curl up beside him on the floor, not anymore than he can force you to run like he told you to. you don’t need to know that he dreamt of you that night; oil on skin, pinks and yellows bleeding into the sky, your lips molded to the shape of his neck. he doubts you would listen, though you say otherwise. 

so when muriel feels april approaching, he starts to trust you; wholly, using every waking moment to pray he won’t be sorry. he could die here, the shadows growing darker behind his eyes as lifetimes whirl past him in a blur, never knowing how grateful you are to share this one with him. maybe it’s just enough that he feels loved in this moment, however often the ghost of himself says it won’t last. 

but the hatchet is buried, isn’t it? more than that—he feels clean, mind, body and soul, and if you could hold them all in the palm of your hand, he wouldn’t even flinch. muriel thinks he can understand now, why you cried for him; why it mattered that he wasn’t afraid of you, and what a surprise that was, because how could he ever fear you? how, when you touched him so tenderly, even after all he’d done, murmuring litanies of praise into the spaces where only he could hear, “i love you”s traded between your bodies? muriel can’t remember all the months that passed, but july is always there in the forefront of his mind, a grained photograph of forking roads and lush verdure leading back home. 

the pale, wonted blues and grays had turned to gold, veiled thinly in a warm orange glow. against the nearest wall there stands a chair draped in tapestries yet to be hung, and muriel’s free hand reaches out to trace their decorative patterns. his trail stops at the crest of a bear’s head, crowned in flowers, and his lips twitch into a small smile. you grumble incoherently from beneath the weight of his bicep, curled around your head to pull you closer into his hulking form, and muriel chuckles, finally sinking into the bed. the mattress groans weakly as he rolls onto his back, and you take the opportunity to rest your chin on his chest, gazing up at him blearily. 

whatever you aim to say in the first few seconds, muriel doesn’t bother trying to translate—with it being nothing more than a string of jumbled garbling, he doesn’t think he’d be able to anyway—but when you manage to gather your senses, it’s well worth the wait.

“i love you.” muriel cranes his neck to look at the ceiling, hoping it will hide his blush, but it’s a poor attempt at best. you hum into his collarbone with amusement, fingers threading through his hair and tugging gently as if to tell him “look at me”. the things you don’t say, muriel finds, speak volumes. he complies eventually, albeit with a pout that is quickly ushered away by your lips on his, the first signs of dawn pouring from your lazy movements. 

“i love you,” he whispers in reply, thumbing your cheek before kissing you once more. muriel thinks it could be december by the time he pulls away, flushed and panting softly. then, you hook your leg around his middle to pull him flush against you, sighing into the heat of his mouth and reminding him that summer is just over the bend. inanna grants you both this mercy by keeping to her rug by the fire, and muriel silently gives his thanks while tugging the covers over your bodies. from the corner of the window, he can see the lemon tree flourishing, and it’s just like he dreamt: oil on skin pinks and yellows bleeding into the sky, your lips molded to the shape of his shoulder. morning yawns across the horizon, and muriel lies with you like it’s all he’s ever known, and it’s all it ever should have been. 

sleep comes easier in july.

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Julian's shirt

A/N: Hi, initially I had written this story in Portuguese, my native language and now I'm posting it in English, I apologize for the mistakes or if it loses its meaning, I'll use the translator to help me. Feel free to tell me how I can improve my writing, it would be a great help, thank you

Also I tried not to specify the gender of the apprentice. Happy reading~

CW: Lots of kisses, heavy kissing, implied smutt, a swearword was writted.

You had arranged to meet your dear doctor after having all today's business at the castle taken care of, to go for a walk around the city. And there you were at the door of Mrs. Mazelinka. Before you could knock on the wooden door, it opens revealing the same, as soon as she notices you she gives a small smile and makes room for you to enter the house.

 - (Y/N), have you come to fetch Ilya?- you nodded, entering the small kitchen - Ilyaa, (Y/N) is here waiting for you!- she shouted in the direction of the bathroom. - I'm going to the market, watch what you two do!- she warned, waving her familiar wooden spoon slightly in you direction before putting it back in its place and going again towards the door of the house, with a meaningful smile in your direction, you felt your cheeks warming up.

  - See you later, Mazelinka.- you said goodbye to the older woman, she closed the door and started walking down the street.

You walked around the house, observing the flowers the elder woman tended, the herbs arranged in jars on wooden shelves and one or another branch hung on the wall to dry.

You headed to Julian's room, the bed was unmade and his shirt was on the bed. You sat cross legged on it, staring through the curtain that divided the small room from the living room at the bathroom door, you could hear the sound of him moving in the water from there and also the sound of the small alley throught the small open window on his bedroom.

As you rest one of your hands on the bed, it touches the taller man's white shirt, you pick it up analyzing it, seen this way it still seemed bigger to you than on his body.

 - Julian's shirt.- you spoke to yourself, placing the garment in front of your body.

 You peeked through the curtain, this time to see if the bigger one was coming, by the noises in the bathroom the same one was still inside the wooden tub, you looked again at the shirt in your hands.

 You took off the top of your clothes, trying to quickly put on his shirt. Your idea was to try it on quickly, before its owner came out of the shower, and to put on your garment.

You start to fasten the little buttons on the white fabric, seeing how it looked on your small body compared to the taller one, you could feel your cheeks warm, it made you look so small and the clothes smelled like him. 

You put your hand on the buttons of the garment again, now to go and remove it from your body, but the noise of the wooden bathroom door makes you freeze in place.

 - (Y/N),have you seen my shir...- he stops talking as soon as he sees you, your heart was beating a thousand.

He stared at you, his face red, standing halfway from the bathroom to the small bedroom, wearing only trousers and a bare torso, his wet fringe covering his right eye.

 - Sorry, I...- you tried to speak or justify yourself but nothing came out, you nervously picked up your garment, tried to move to the bathroom to change.

- Wait. - an arm stops you, pulling you close by the waist - It looks really good on you - he said with a shy naughty smile.

 He pulls you into a tender kiss but full of desire, you sigh at the unexpected contact and as you go gently against the chest of the taller one. Slowly he loosens, the kiss becoming more intense and full of desire from both parties, you take one hand to the taller one's neck bringing him even closer and the other you entwine your fingers in the auburn's curly hair.

He starts walking forward, making you walk backwards, you are separated because of the lack of the fucking air, still pulling the biggest one towards you, you leave kisses and bites on his neck. The doctor's hands meticulously ran your back, your hips and the rest of your body.

Your legs hit something, the older carefully pushed you onto the bed, now he was the one distributing kisses, bites and one or another hickey around your neck and shoulders, breathing close to your ear, causing goosebumps and seas of sensations that your body begged for more. Your hands roamed the doctor's body, tracing his shapes and squeezing, managing to wring sighs and small moans out of him like he did from you.

The noise of someone trying to open the door interrupts you, Julian gave a small jump with the fright and moved away from you, he grabbed his shirt, which was no longer on your body, and quickly put it on going towards the door. Like a small flash, you put on your piece of clothing that was still halfway from the bathroom to the bedroom, since it fall from your hand when the biggest one pulled you.

You fix your clothes and hair trying to hide what had just happened, but you couldn't calm your heart or your breathing, you brought a hand to your chest trying to normalise it.

The taller comes back in laden with some bags, and the owner of the small house follows behind him with a bunch of more herbs, you noticed it was laurel as you walked over to help the other. You took a bag from one of his hands, and asked where it was to put it, once you knew where you put it there helping to tidy up the contents.

As soon as the older woman turned away to go hang up the bouquet of herbs, you looked at each other, soon laughing afterwards at the situation. You stood on tiptoe and quickly tugged at Julian's shirt, depositing a quick kiss on his lips.

 -It looks better on you.- you whispered to him, and he froze, turning his face red again, but as soon as he noticed Mazelinka was going to turn around, he tried to pull himself together, but the blush on his cheeks and ears continued as he disguised finishing putting the rest of his things away.

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