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barry-j-blupjeans · 7 months

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24 for object and 20 for emotion? :>

object + emotion prompt list here!

24. Costume for a lizard or perhaps small rodent

20. OH BUT I GOTTA KNOW??? I GOTTA

Magnus was not good at sewing. In fact, he was the exact opposite. He was very bad at sewing. Incredibly, horribly bad. He took home ec in high school and he got an F in sewing. His mom tried multiple times to teach him and Magnus wished, not for the first time, that anything had stuck inside his little brain, but it hadn't. His other mom had tried, too, but she couldn't get past watching him attempt to thread a needle before she took him outside to play soccer instead.

His fingers were just too beefy, was the thing. And the thread was just so tiny.

Magnus was not good at sewing. But he figured it was time to make up for it.

He had to get the things to sew first, of course, which also hadn't been an easy task. He had to sneak into town, which was already difficult because of the aforementioned beefy. And if people didn't see him going into town, they definitely saw him squeezing his way into the small fabric store at the end of the corridor. This shop was made for people half his size. Both in a figurative way, where everything was tiny and fragile and Magnus was the bull in this china-fabric shop, and in a literal way, where the shop owner was a gnome.

But she had taken one look at Magnus's desperate, confused face and taken pity. She knew where all the good fabrics were— the ones that didn't make his skin itch or feel too heavy. And she patiently sat through showing Magnus how to begin sewing, threading the needle and all. Magnus was now wishing he had taken her up on the rest of the lesson she wanted to offer because this thing he was making was…

Well. It… was a thing that now existed in the world. What once was beautiful, soft pretty fabric was now…

Okay, nope. Magnus had nothing good he could say about this shit. It was somehow ten times too small and too big all in one. The head opening could fit around his wrist maybe? But the legs definitely needed… help. Lots of help. He had tried to remember all his mother's advice and while he had started with the fabric flipped inside out, as he was supposed to do, it had somehow gone onto the wrong side anyway.

"Magnus," said a voice from behind him. A soft hand touched his shoulder. A familiar body pressed against his back. "What the ever-loving fuck are you making?"

Magnus groaned, leaning back against Julia. She smelled like peaches today. Magnus liked peaches. The light from the window hurt his eyes when he looked up. He didn't know what time it was anymore.

"It was gonna be a surprise," Magnus said, hiding his face in his hands.

"Well, surprised is a word that could be used to describe how I feel," Julia said. "Amongst other contenders."

"It's— don't laugh at me."

Julia leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She pressed a kiss to his head.

"I make no promises, babe."

"Fair," Magnus said. "Fair— Fair enough— it's, uh— it was supposed to be a onesie. Y'know, for…"

He could practically feel Julia's smile, which had to count for something. And when he looked up at her, sure enough, there it was. She tilted her head at the… onesie attempt… and glanced down at him again.

"You did a pretty shit job," she said.

"Yeah," Magnus sighed. "I just thought— well, my ma made me my first onesie, so I just thought I'd try for— for them?"

"I currently don't think they care," Julia said. She circled around, pulling up a stool to sit next to the desk. She took the onesie from his hands, appraising it. Magnus leaned against her, moving one hand to rest against her stomach. The baby bump wasn't quite there yet, but he got giddy thinking about how it will be soon. "But I think we can figure this out before they will."

"You think?" Magnus asked. Julia set the onesie down, turning to kiss him.

"I'm sure," Julia said. After a moment, she glanced back at the onesie. "I like the fabric but I— I gotta know how you managed to do— …this."

"I don't know," Magnus said miserably.

"It looks like a costume for a lizard," Julia said. Magnus bit back a laugh. "Or perhaps a small rodent—"

"It's not that bad!" he laughed.

"Mags, baby," Julia said. "If you don't think it's not that bad, I'm not sure I can change your mind in T-minus eight months."

"It's— it's not that bad," he insisted. "It's got character!"

"I want the writer to kill it off," Julia said. Magnus cackled, his head falling against her shoulder. "I love you so much. We need to buy more fabric. You've fucked this one up too badly. How did you manage to use the entire godsdamn yard making a rat cloth—"

"I tried my best!" Magnus said.

"I am deeply afraid to see your worst."

#magnulia #magnus burnsides #julia burnsides #julia waxman #taz #taz balance #asks #starry--skies #im still doing these i prommy sldkfsdf #thank u for the ask !! sorry for the wait sldfksdf #mine #ise cube writing

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fandomsnstuff · 1 year

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This is for Julia

Babe wake up it's @thecandlenightszone posting time

My giftee was @peterofthedrakes who requested the balance crew celebrating candlenights in the most chaotic way possible. I really like this piece, so I hope you do too!

Summary:

Magnus doesnt understand why his friends want to spend candlenights killing some guy, but he's happy to come along for the ride.

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“So, not that I’m against killing a bad guy,” Magnus says, sitting on Taako’s couch as Lup goes to town on his face with an old makeup palette, “but why are we doing this again?”

“He’s- stop squinting,” he relaxes his face and the brush comes back, “he’s on the naughty list,” Lup says.

“Then shouldn’t he just get coal?”

“I’m ushering in a new age of Santa,” Merle says, standing on the couch triumphantly, “we’re gonna make an example of shitty ol’ Kalen!”

Magnus frowns at the strange tingle in his chest. “Kalen?”

Taako shoves Merle off the couch and sits down. “In my humble opinion, old Santa was too soft on the naughty. Coal is a great gift, it keeps you warm.”

“So we’re executing the entire naughty list?”

“Not the whole list, just the naughtiest of the naughty.”

“Can we please stop saying naughty?” Davenport says from somewhere nearby.

“Oh, Dav, you should know better than to say that,” Lucretia says, as a chant of “naughty naughty naughty” fills the room.

“One more question,” Magnus says when the chant dies and Lup steps away, releasing him from her makeover clutches. “Why,” he waves a hand in front of his done-up face, “this?”

“Same reason you have to wear sleeves,” she says, “it’s a stuck up rich people party.”

He blows a raspberry and says, “boo, lame, I want out.”

“They have finger foods,” Barry says.

Magnus cheers, “and I’m back in!”

They approach the party as separate groups. Barry and the twins, then the two old geezers, followed lastly by Magnus with Lucretia on his arm. She flashes an invite to the doorman, and they stride right in. The place is full of people, all dressed to the nines. Waiters in suits walk around with their trays of tiny food and champagne flutes. A band is tucked away in a corner, playing a medley of classical music and Candlenights carols. Magnus spots the rest of his friends further into the fray. With a clever combination of makeup and magic, no one pays the seven of them any mind. Tonight, they aren’t the saviours of the universe, they’re just some rando rich folk at this fancy party.

“So,” Magnus leans in closer to Lucretia, “what’s the plan? Get in here and fuck shit up? Cause if so, step one accomplished, time for step two.”

Lucretia laughs and squeezes his arm. “Hold your horses there, big guy. We’re biding our time for a little while. Lup came up with this whole scheme to get him alone and cornered, then we can fuck his shit all the way up.”

“Fuck yeah.” He looks around, “so where is our esteemed host for the evening? We should say hello.”

A strange look crosses Lucretia’s face, but before she can answer him, the music changes. At the top of the grand staircase a tall, bald man with a short grey beard appears. “Friends,” he says loudly, throwing his arms out, “colleagues, plus ones, welcome to my annual Candlenights party. Please indulge yourselves in the food and wine, they weren’t cheap and we wouldn’t want it to go to waste!” He puts a hand to the side of his mouth in a mock-whisper, “meaning we wouldn’t want any staff to be stealing it for themselves!”

The crowd laughs and Magnus frowns. “This guy sucks,” he mutters. Something that he can’t quite name bubbles in his chest as this man speaks to the crowd. Lucretia squeezes his arm again and leans into his side. It comforts him some, allowing the unpleasant feelings inside him to calm to a simmer.

The party carries on boringly. Magnus snacks on whatever food comes his way as the waiters wander through the crowd. He keeps an eye on their host- what was his name again? It doesn’t matter, Magnus hates the guy. Every time he looks at him, he just wants to punch something. Preferably that guy’s face. He spots Lup talking to him a few times, Taako and Barry pretending not to watch from the other end of the room. At one point, he sees her laugh exaggeratedly and playfully hit their host on the chest, which then morphs to her very obviously commenting on his muscles. Magnus doesn’t even need to hear her to know that’s what she’s doing, it’s a move she’s used plenty of times to convince dumb men to do things for her.

“Is her plan to flirt him into a corner so we can kill him?”

Lucretia glances at Lup across the room and sips her champagne, “I guess so. But she seemed really excited about her plan, there has to be more. She’s played the plain flirting angle before.”

He nods. Lup finishes schmoozing with the host, and makes a smooth exit. “She’s walking away,” he looks away from her and back to Lucretia, “I wonder what she’s planning.”

Lucretia smiles and pops a mini bruschetta into her mouth, “you never know with Lup.”

Then a shriek rings out through the entire room. Magnus turns just in time to see Lup grab a champagne flute in each hand and throw them both over Barry. He’s sure she must’ve used magic to produce more for the sake of the show, because Barry gets way more soaked than what’s in two glasses of champagne. She runs out of the room with her head in her hands, Barry and Taako hot on her tail saying something about “it’s not what it looks like!”

The host, freshly buttered up, grins in such a smug way that it makes Magnus despise him even more, and follows the commotion.

Lucretia tugs on his arm and says, “I think that’s our cue.”

Magnus nods and lets Lucretia walk him through the crowd. They take a meandering path towards the door, trying not to look like they’re following the drama on purpose. They get out into the empty foyer and look around, trying to figure out which way to go. A not-so-inconspicuous “psst!” comes from above them. They look up, and Davenport stands near the top of the stairs, peeking through the bannister. He stage-whispers, “up here!”

They take the steps two at a time, and follow Davenport down the hall. Lup and Barry are standing outside a door and wave them over. Lup pulls a wipe out of her clutch and starts cleaning away the makeup on Magnus’s face. He sputters a little in surprise, “what are you doing?”

She puts the wipe away and says, “I just think you should take this one au naturale.” She pats him on the shoulder, "get in there, Maggie."

“Aren’t you guys coming?”

“Taako and Merle are already in there,” Barry says. “As much as the guy sucks, seven against one is a little too unfair for my taste. We figured we’d let tres horny boys handle this one.”

Magnus quirks an eyebrow and considers his friends for a moment, the silence only broken by muffled grunts of pain and effort through the closed door. He shrugs, “alright, let me at ‘im!”

“Atta boy,” Davenport says, patting him on the hip.

He opens the door and walks into a fancy study, trashed slightly with the evidence of a short battle. Papers and books are scattered across the floor, the desk has been swiped clean, a side table has been knocked over and the lamp that was supposedly on it is shattered. The host is sitting on the floor, backed up against the desk. His nose is bleeding, and his fancy tux is torn and smouldering. Taako and Merle stand over him, the smoke of recent magic still curling off their hands. They turn when they hear the door open, and Taako smiles. “There you are! Just in time to finish him off.”

“Really? Already?”

“Yeah, this guy ain’t as beefy as we thought.”

“And we already got our hits in, it’s your turn,” Merle says.

“You!” The three of them look at the bloodied host. His eyes are wide as he looks at Magnus. “It’s- it’s you!”

“Yep!” Magnus puts his hands on his hips. “It’s me, Magnus Burnsides!” He cracks his knuckles and advances on him, “and you’ve been a very naughty boy.”

“Oh, wait,” Taako puts a hand on his chest to stop him, “just wait a sec, Mags, I’ve got one more thing I need to do.”

Magnus gestures for Taako to go ahead. He turns back to the host and leans in. He grabs him by his lapels and jerks him up so Taako’s right in his face. He says something that Magnus can’t quite hear, then drops him back to the ground unceremoniously. Taako dusts off his hands and says, “now he’s all yours. Come on, old man.”

Merle follows him out, leaving Magnus alone with the host. He advances, and the host shuffles further back against the desk. “Magnus,” he says, “come on now, you don’t have to do this. We can talk this out. I didn’t- you know I didn’t want to do it, it was a matter of pride. You have to know a thing or two about that, don’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says. He flexes and hears several seams in his shirt and jacket tear. “I’m just an elf following orders.”

“What?”

“Ho ho ho motherfucker.”

A short time later, Magnus reemerges to his friends waiting in the hallway. They all look at him expectantly. He gives a thumbs up and says, “naughty boy has been taken out.”

“How do you feel?” Merle asks.

Magnus shrugs. “Fine? It’s just another bad guy. Just looking at him I could tell he sucked.” He looks around at all of them, “so what now?”

Lup grins. “Phase two.”

“What’s phase two?”

Lucretia links their arms together. “You’ll see. Come on, let’s go back to the party.”

Back down in the crowd, Magnus shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “What are we still doing here?” He whispers. “We killed the guy, let’s go home.”

“Just wait,” Lucretia whispers back. “Look,” she nods towards the door, “Barry, Dav, and Taako just came back. We’re almost done.”

“What about-”

His question gets cut off by a puff of smoke in the middle of the room. As it wafts out and dissipates, he’s assaulted by the smell of peppermint. When the minty cloud is gone, Merle, in full Santa regalia, stands in the centre of the crowd. He addresses them loudly, “rich people of Faerun! I am Santa Claus, and I am here to tell you that you must change your ways! All of you were at the bottom of the naughty list! Your greed and bigotry have poisoned you! You must change! If you don’t, you’ll end up dying! Brutally! Like this evening’s host!” A murmur goes through the crowd.

“He’s good,” Magnus says. Lucretia snickers.

“If you don’t believe me,” Merle continues, “just go look in the study! But I must warn you, Santa doesn’t hold back.” He raises his hands to the sky and cries, “change your ways! If not for others, for yourselves! Pay your staff well! Help the poor! Don’t take over cities with your money! This is your only warning!”

He disappears in another puff of peppermint smoke, and the silence hangs for a moment. Then there’s a scream, and Lup comes running in. She cries, “he’s dead! In the study! Dead!”

The crowd starts bustling in every direction. Some run out and up the stairs towards the study, others start throwing money at stunned waiters, and some just run out of the manor itself, screaming.

Magnus and Lucretia manage to stick together through the commotion, but it proves impossible to meet up with their friends until they’re outside and away from the manor. “Well,” Magnus says, “that was certainly dramatic.”

“What can I say,” Lup says, “I love some good drama. It was a Candlenights gift to myself.”

Barry pulls a bottle of champagne out of nowhere and holds it out. “Mags, would you do the honours?”

“Would I?!”

He takes the bottle and opens it, exclaiming happily when it pops. He pours it into the seven glasses Barry also pulls out of nowhere, and Taako holds his up, the rest of them following suit. He says, “to us, to Candlenights, to killing that son of a bitch,” he raises his glass in Magnus’s direction, “and to you, my man. Joyous Candlenights.”

He smiles, “Joyous Candlenights, old friend.”

They all clink their glasses together and drink to a job well done and a promise fulfilled.

#taz fic #magnus burnsides #magnulia #taako adventurezone #taz

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anistarrose · 1 year

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(ask meme: send me a 📙 and i'll explain the plot of a fic i haven't written but still daydream about!)

okay, so. a very particular TAZ Balance AU idea, which is near and dear to me, is also one that I may never write, because it would just be such an undertaking — due, in part, to it kind of being told in non-chronological fashion.

it starts with Lucretia's pov, immediately post-Phandalin, welcoming a group of new recruits to the Bureau. however, two very important things are different from canon: Julia is alive and with the boys, and Magnus has a very energetic, very clearly magical dog familiar.

and like. Lucretia's thrilled to finally meet Julia, even if she can't show it; that's not the problem. the dog (I'm thinking like, a biiig reddish-brown St. Bernard) is a surprise, for sure (Lucretia can't believe she missed the years Magnus finally started learning magic!), and the situation totally going to warrant some new fencing around the edge of the moon, but the dog itself, technically, is still not the biggest problem.

the problem is that when Lucretia tells them about the Grand Relics and Red Robes, Magnus is like "but... surely not everyone who wears a red robe is a Red Robe, right?" and then, only then, does everything click together for Lucretia.

because long story short, this is a "Magnus and Barry made a warlock pact as during the Stolen Century as a joke, and (ironically) both forgot about it until Magnus accidentally summoned a familiar decades later in Raven's Roost" AU!

after the initial reveal, we get a series of flashbacks jumping back and forward in time, slowly fleshing out details of how much Magnus knows, how much Julia knows, and just the general vibes of their relationship with Barry, plus, eventually, their relationship with a Lucretia who needs their help to gather the Relics, but is paranoid about Barry's influence at basically all times to great comical effect lmao. highlights include:

Magnus manifesting magical powers and getting visited in a dream by a scary ghost, except the ghost's voice sounds like Literally Just Some Guy and he explains, seemingly honestly and kind of sheepishly, that he doesn't know how to undo the warlock pact because they made it For The Bit when they were slightly drunk

Magnus trusts the Red Robe because he doesn't want to lose his new puppy friend; Julia trusts the Red Robe because once they meet in person, she decides he's too anxious to be an effectual evil mastermind

Barry helps out the Raven's Roost rebellion, scaring Kalen so shitless that he doesn't even try to bomb the support pillars and that's why Julia lives

Magnus knows his patron sometimes goes unresponsive for months at a time, but doesn't know why, just that he always warns him in advace and it's never forever

when Phandalin comes along, Magnus knows Alive-Barry is familiar but he absolutely cannot place it, and Alive-Barry is equally as confused, and as unhelpful as humanly possible

the main focus of this AU is on Magnus and Barry as found family, and Julia and Barry as found family by proxy, with of course Magnulia running in parallel — but my absolute favorite underutilized dynamic (Lucretia and Barry oscillating between being serious archnemeses versus just being siblings with a hilarious petty rivalry) is baked into the core of the whole premise, too

idk about the details but I like the idea of Magnus getting in big trouble with Kravitz and, much like Merle, losing a hand or a limb or something — which Barry angsts about a little bit, convinced that it was all his fault for dragging Magnus into this, but it turns out Julia is a super competent artificer and Magnus winds up really loving the prosthesis she rigs up for him

Barry does not change the "show up and monologue ominously to the Reclaimers" strategy at all but there's a lot more goofy banter with Magnus sprinkled in now

Lucretia is constantly paranoid that Barry is spying on her through the eyes of a dog (except she's correct, he absolutely is)

OH and Magnus was asked by his patron to keep an eye out for the Umbra Staff, so he recognizes it when Taako finds it in the vault (he asks if Barry wants him to steal it, but Barry is weirdly insistent that no, it should stay with Taako)...

and I want to say that it's still not an immediate realization, but he does therefore give Barry a head start on figuring out that mystery, and once he tells Barry what Angus told him about that time it burnt "LUP" in the wall, it also becomes a Lup freed early AU :')

I guess lastly, and based off the "Undead Patron" warlock subclass, there's like a spectral red robe that appears around Magnus's shoulders whenever he's kicking ass

#taz #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #magnus burnsides #julia burnsides #magnulia #barry bluejeans #lucretia taz #ask meme

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artsyriv · 1 year

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It’s finally done! I’ve been working on this for quite some time! I’m so glad it’s done and I’m so happy with the result! It’s Magnus and Julia from TAZ Balance!

#taz balance #taz #thezonecast #the adventure zone #magnus burnsides #julia burnsides #magnulia #taz fanart #fanart #art

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lucretiaadventurezone · 1 year

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my brother learned how to play julia on the piano for me and im going to cry

#it turned out so beautifully 🥲#go leave him a nice comment!!#taz balance #julia burnsides #the adventure zone #a sydney original #magnulia #Youtube

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herbgerblin · 2 years

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For fic prompt: #27 Magnulia!! <3

“Can I stay here tonight.”

Anonymous asked: Magnulia + 49. "Stay."

Gonna go two birds with one stone with this one lads!

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Julia: you guys live twenty miles away! and he got here in like! 10 minutes!

Killian: Yah he booked it out the door the second you called him

Carey: I'm surprised he didn't just run the entire way

Julia could feel a warmth bloom in her chest at the thought, so she stopped texting and shoved her phone into her pocket. She paused at the stairs that led down to her basement, and adjusted the towels and clothes that were stacked in her arms. Then she peeked in and scanned the room.

From her vantage point, she could barely make out Magnus's figure in the far corner, opposite the stairs. Or half of him at least. The other half was crouched behind a washing machine.

A washing machine that had, not two minutes prior, blasted him with a surge of water stronger than a fire hydrant.

Fortunately, the water was no longer gushing as it had been. But now the floor was completely soaked, and most of the electronics were disconnected, for fear of an electrical shock. A flashlight angled from the top of a bookshelf illuminated the young man, as he leaned back to pull out a curious piece of plastic from the back of the machine.

Julia chided herself, internally She liked Magnus, and from Killian and Carey's message, she felt pretty certain that Magnus liked her too. They weren't dating, but they weren't not dating. They hadn't put words to the thing they were yet. They had been spending a lot of time with each other for the past month. Julia was starting to feel like words desperately needed to be had.

"Knock knock," Julia said, knocking on the door frame with her free hand. "I grabbed some towels and the biggest clothes I could find." She descended the stairs, stopping at the very last one. "You'll have to come over here, since I'm wearing socks and don't want to get into—"

She gestured at the large puddle currently soaking the carpet.

Magnus, almost too quickly, stood up at the sound of her voice. His movements sent flecks of water flying in all directions. In his mouth was another small flashlight, which was a little blinding to look at head-on. His tall, broad frame cut a dark silhouette in the otherwise empty room. To anyone else, he'd look like a phantom.

To Julia, he was no scarier than a firefly.

He took the flashlight out of his mouth and marched over to her. His sopping boots made a terrible suction noise with every step. The basement air felt cool in the nighttime, and Julia worried that all the water made it much colder. She held out a towel the moment he came within reach.

"That's fair," Magnus replied, taking the towel graciously. "I'm already soaked to the bone. Can't get wetter than this." He plopped it on his head to dry his hair. Julia shuffled in place just a bit.

"The clothes are mostly pajamas," she said. "I'm afraid you'll have to make do with my old volleyball t-shirt. Sorry for not turning off the water before you got here."

"Oh, that's okay!" Magnus said, cheerily. He kept the first towel around his neck and grabbed another one to wipe his arms. "I did get here kind of fast."

An understatement, Julia thought. "Got any clue what's wrong?"

"I think the drain box in your washing machine got backed up. That would explain the--" Magnus gestured at the giant puddle on the floor. Julia nodded. He continued, "Best case scenario, you need a new washing machine. Worst case scenario, you may need to call a contractor for a better look at your water pressure."

“Shit, my budget is kind of tight at the moment," Julia said, biting her lip. Her father was across the country for a tradeshow that week, so she couldn't call him up to lend a hand. "Guess it's trips to the laundromat for a bit."

“I know a couple of warehouses that you could shop around from," Magnus said. "As far as plumbing is concerned, I can’t do the switch myself, but I could go to the hardware store and find the right parts. That might save you some money.”

Julia felt that familiar warmth bloom in her chest once again. She wanted to refuse the kind offer since he'd already gone out of his way here and now. But something told her not to. Instead, she asked, “And how would I pay you back for this?"

“Well…” Magnus mulled it over for a second. “A healthy helping of the Waxmen family quiche would cover a solid portion.”

Julia gave a teasing tilt of her head. “Would a glass of sweet tea and a slice of the Waxmen family apple pie sweeten the deal?”

“Most assuredly," Magnus said, smiling right back. And then he sneezed.

Julia remembered that they were standing in a drafty, dark, and wet basement. She backed up a couple steps and exclaimed, "Oh gods, Magnus. Come on upstairs! You're still soaked!"

"Oh. Yeah, I am," Magnus said, looking down at himself like he'd also completely forgotten. He shook off a few more drips of water and followed her with slow, creaking steps out of the basement. "I found the valve for the washer and turned it off, so you should be able to use water in the rest of the house."

"You're a godsend, you know that?" Julia asked, looking back. She meant it casually, as one does. But the smile on Magnus' face was so lovely, that it made her turn back around and hasten her steps. She had it bad. Bad bad.

They emerged into the hallway, into the warmth and light of the rest of the house. Julia deposited her bundle of clothes in Magnus' hands, then dipped into the kitchen to test the water in the sink. Magnus stayed behind to remove his soaking boots and socks, depositing them politely by the doorway.

“You should take a shower while you're here," Julia called to the hallway. "It's pretty late for cooking, but I'll definitely have a quiche ready tomorrow. You want some hot chocolate?"

"I'd love some," Magnus called back.

Julia whirled around the kitchen, grabbing mugs and cocoa powder and other things. She felt like if she stood still, she would burst like a firework. She wasn't ready to dwell on why she felt that way. So this minor task was a good distraction.

She nearly leaped out of her skin when she caught sight of Magnus in the doorway, still holding the clothes. Still somewhat soaked. He stared at her like he was taking a test he hadn't studied for.

“Um, it’s pretty late right now," he said, sounding much quieter than before.

"It's pretty late right now," Julia repeated. She glanced at the time on her oven. It was late. And he was still at her house.

Magnus cleared his throat. “I wouldn't...I'd hate to impose...usually I...can I stay here tonight? I mean--I can drive back, it would be uh...or, I can always hop over to Merle's, it's not much farther from here, and I'd--"

"Stay," Julia said. Magnus stopped talking.

Julia took a step towards him. She wanted to wrap her arms around those burly shoulders, soaking wet after trying to fix an unruly washing machine, that he had dropped everything to come and assist her with, in the middle of the night. For now, she reached up and gently swiped his messy hair from his eyes. At her touch and her words, Magnus' terrified, uncertain stare melted into delightful admiration.

"My home is your home," Julia said, and meant every word.

#magnulia #oh man i hope this tracks well i never have a good idea of what voice to give julia #magnus burnsides #julia waxmen #the adventure zone #taz balance #taz fic #my writing #herbgerb writing

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