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bakuliwrites · 2 years

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His Worth- Julian Devorak x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationship: Julian Devorak x Reader

Summary: Julian struggles to see his worth, so you try to find a way to express how much he means to you, since he doesn't always seem to listen to your words.

Read here in this post or over on my AO3

“You know, I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve you,” Julian begins as soon as you enter your shop that evening, his voice melancholy and distant. Your hunt for any information about the night of Count Lucio’s murder hasn’t been going especially well. Multiple times throughout the week, Julian has tried to dismiss you, to “spare you from the waste of time this all will inevitably turn out to be,” he claims. But you’ve been stubborn, refusing to give up in the middle of your search. From the moment you’d met Julian all those weeks ago, you’ve had a distinct feeling that he's innocent, despite his pessimism about the whole situation. You are absolutely determined to prove it.

“What do you mean?” you question as you flit from candle to candle around the room, attempting to illuminate the small space just a bit more. It is dreadfully dark outside, a moonless night looming overhead, weighty and ominous. You feel much safer with the lights on. And having Julian there, of course.

“You’ve done so much for me,” he goes on, slumping against a bookshelf near the door, his gaze downturned and solemn, “I’m not sure how much worth I’ve had to you throughout this whole process. I’ve not felt like I’ve done much in the way of helping you out.”

You pause in your candle-lighting, glancing across the room at Julian’s lanky frame leaning against the bookshelf.

“You’ve been a lot of help to me, Julian,” you try, though you know it won't get through to him, “This whole process has been helping me gain my own memories back. Besides, you’ve been- excellent company.” This last part you add with a blush, reflecting on all the (welcome) trouble the good Dr. Devorak hass gotten the two of you in the last few weeks. Your time in the library comes quickly to mind: your body pinned between him and the bookshelves, the feeling of his hands ghosting along your curves, the sweet taste of his lips on yours. The thought alone brings heat to your cheeks.

“Well, be that as it may,” Julian returns with the quirk of one of his eyebrows and a flirtatious grin, “You’ve been all of that and more. I’ve not been able to offer you more than companionship. And honestly, it’s probably not even good company. I’ve been more of a hazard than anything else.” He flashes a pitying smile, appreciative of your effort to make him feel better, unable to accept the truth behind your words.

Julian is always so hard on himself, so eager to please and unwilling to accept his own value. You want him to know how much you appreciate him, how much you love him, but it feels like words alone don't quite do justice to his worth. You’ve tried that tactic before, but he dismisses your compliments as mere formalities, even though you genuinely mean them. Julian is kind, he's funny, confident, intelligent. Dramatic and ridiculous, indeed, but endearingly so. You’ve never met someone as captivating and real as him. But every attempt to tell him so is passed off by him as admiration he is undeserving of. Your appreciation of him is body and soul, and he needs to know that.

A sudden idea comes to mind, one that makes your stomach flutter. If he isn’t going to listen to your words, maybe there's another way to get him to understand. No, you think to yourself, that would be awfully brash. But Julian deserves to know how wonderful he is. He deserves to be taken care of, too. And he's usually the one trying so hard to take care of others.

“It’s difficult, sometimes, to express in words how much you mean to me,” you begin, striding slowly towards Julian’s silhouette, outlined by the flickering candlelight. You splay your hands against his broad chest, smoothing them over the fabric of his overcoat, garnering a quizzical look from him.

“I can try,” you continue, wide-eyes gazing up at him towering above you, trailing one hand up his shoulder and settling it on the back of his neck. You gently draw him down to you, laying your lips softly against his. Immediately, you feel the tension in his muscles melt away, his lips parting, eagerly accepting your kiss. Your lips linger briefly on his, before you draw back to look up into his dusky, gray eye once again.

“But it might be easier if I show you. If that’s alright with you?” you offer. A faint blush dances across his cheekbones, his lips still parted, before he wordlessly nods. Gently taking his gloved hand in yours, you lead Julian through the curtain separating your shop from your living quarters. His silence doesn’t last long as you ascend the stairs up to your room, his footsteps heavy with each thud of his boots on the steps.

“You know, you can be quite suave, sometimes,” he teases. You glance back briefly to catch him waggling his eyebrows at you, a devilish smirk spreading across his face. You roll your eyes in response, not sure that's quite true, but willing to take the compliment anyway. Even in the midst of his melodrama, Julian manages to be as coy as ever. You’ll have to make sure to mention that to him as something you appreciate.

In your room, you take little time in stripping both of yourselves of your outer garments, throwing them haphazardly across the floor. Your lips crash hungrily against his as you push him back onto the bed, your mind temporarily foggy with the sensation of his fingers digging into your thighs and the warm scent of his musky cologne. You swiftly draw back from your kiss, eliciting a soft whimper from Julian, his gaze trailing longingly along your form above him. He tries to close the distance between you, rising up from where he lies to capture your lips again before you shove him back down onto the bed.

“Ah, ah,” you tut, flashing a mischievous smile at him as you settle yourself on his lap, “Be patient, my love.” A wry grin dances across his face as you teasingly roll your hips against his. The fabric of the undergarments separating you from him, though little, is positively unbearable. But you have a plan in mind.

“So eager, my love?” you taunt, feeling his erection pressing into your thigh. You don't have much room to tease, feeling how slick your own folds are. Julian growls as you palm his bulge and languorously massage it.

“Mmmm, my Julian?” you hum as you continue to stroke him, your breath catching in your throat as you meet his loving gaze with yours.

“Yes? Yes, my darling?” he breathlessly returns, his pale skin flushed and lovely.

“Will you be a good boy for me tonight?” you coo, coquettishly biting your lip and running one hand through your hair, the other still attending to his bulge.

“Yes,” he breathes, his good eye wide and sparkling, chest heaving with each strained exhale, “I’ll be a good boy for you. Just tell me what you want from me.”

“Good,” you confirm, reaching forwards and tenderly raking your fingers through his wavy, auburn locks. He shivers with the tickle of each gentle pass your nails make against his skin.

“My only request for you tonight,” you start slowly, Julian’s head nodding in a pre-emptive agreement, “is to relax, let me do the work, and allow me to tell you all the things I adore about you.”

Julian’s thick brows furrow with confusion, his face once flushed with arousal now crimson with sheepish stupefaction. You can't help but laugh a little at his humility. He might be boisterous and loud, but Julian is as humble as they came.

“That- that hardly seems fair,” he protests, but you hush him with a kiss.

“Just let me do this for you,” you argue, “You’re always making sure I’m taken care of. It’s time someone does the same for you.” He swallows, uncomfortably it seems, but when he sees how serious you are, his look of worry softens.

“Alright, then,” he acquiesces, before hastily adding, “But only if I can return the favor sometime.” You dismiss the idea that somehow this was a “favor” for him, reassuring that everything you are about to say is the truth.

“Not another word out of you, Julian,” you command, eliciting a contented hum from him. You return your fingers to the mess of curls on his head, combing them through the fiery strands.

“I love the way your hair sparks like fire in the sunlight,” you begin, watching as Julian closes his eye and purrs in satisfaction. After a moment, you move to cup his face in your hands, admiring aloud the angles of his high-cheekbones, the sharp curve of his cupid’s bow, and the aquiline hook of his nose.

“May I?” you question, gesturing to his eyepatch. Julian shoots you a perplexed look, but nods in agreement.

“You’re quite adorable when you’re confused,” you giggle, pulling off his eyepatch and setting it on your bedside table.

“Your eyes are silver, like moonlight on the surface of the sea,” you admire, watching as his face shifts from confused to bashful. In the beginning, he’d been so worried about showing you the red sclera of his covered eye, as if somehow you’d be repulsed by it. But you aren't, and can’t imagine a world where you would be.

“You’re far too kind to me, y/n,” Julian tries.

“Hush, Julian. You promised you’d be a good boy,” you scold, smirking as you lean down to pepper kisses behind his ear. He moans, leaning his head to the side to allow you better access to the sensitive spot at the base of his ear.

“I love the soft little moans you make when I do this,” you go on between kisses, smiling against his neck. You feel his chest rumble with a chuckle, before he sucks in a startled breath as you nip at his ear lobe. His hands grip your thighs tighter, fingernails delightfully digging into your skin, Julian’s hips grinding desperately against yours. You can feel how ready he is for you, but you aren’t quite ready to give him the pleasure just yet. You take one of his hands in yours, sitting up again, feeling his gaze wander over the curves of your hips and your breasts. You press a gentle kiss against the palm of his hand and then one by one on each of the pads of his fingertips.

“I love how kind you are. How intelligent, how funny, how confident,” you list, looking him in the eye. He still wears a perplexed expression, but his aroused flush returns in full force, pink from his cheeks to his chest, when you add, “I love what an absolute rogue and a scoundrel you can be.”

“You don’t have to say all these nice things, just to be nice-” he protests, but you cut him off by giving him a quick peck, just to hush him. When you’d requested his silence, you knew you’d been asking for a lot.

“I love your hands,” you purr, flashing a coy smile at him which he meets with an even more sinful one, “How they feel roaming along my body.” You take his hand and bring it to your breast, moaning sinfully as Julian massages it in his warm palm. His grin grows even more devilish as he takes the hard bud of your nipple between his fingertips and pinches, eliciting a whimper from you.

“I love the way your elegant fingers seem to find the right spot every single time,” you emphasize, your voice strained as Julian circles your sensitive bud. Your own face must be just as red as his, if not more, feeling heat radiating off your body, your panties practically soaked now. You lead his other hand down the curves of your hips, past the hem of your undergarments, and down to your heat, where you direct him to slowly circle your clit with his index finger.

“I love how wet you make me, Julian,” you whine, tossing your head back in pleasure as he picks up his pace, not able to look at the stupid cocky grin he’s suddenly acquired. He knows full well how much you want him, it's hardly a secret. You feel the coil in you growing tighter, your body taut with wanton desire.

You can't take it any longer, leaning swiftly down and capturing his lips in yours. He gives a muffled whimper before melting into you, his chest flush against yours, heart thrumming behind his ribcage, your breasts pressed firmly against his pecs. His large hands rove your body, trying to bring you even closer to him, as if he wants to merge the two of you into one. You feel his tongue hungrily slip past your lips, desperate and warm.

“I adore your sharp tongue,” you breathe, drawing back for but a moment before crashing back into him. Your kisses are sloppy, hurried, and in each moment you draw back to take a breath you speak, “I love what this tongue of yours does to me,” and, “One moment quick, and the other cloyingly languid. ” You turn your attention to the rest of his body. Your lips leave open-mouthed kisses trailing along his jawline and down his neck, suckling as you go, drawing constrained groans from Julian, who is quickly unraveling beneath you.

“I love how your skin wears my marks, for the whole world to see,” you croon, sinking lower and lower down his body. You take one of his nipples in your mouth, flicking it with your tongue and nipping at it.

“Ah, you’re so good to me, y/n,” he groans, as you move over to give some much needed attention to his other nipple.

“My dearest Julian,” you sigh, “You are so good to me.” Further down Julian’s body you go, raking your fingernails along his stomach, the music of Julian’s sighs and whimpers pleasant in your ears.

“Your voice, it’s like velvet,” you go on, hooking your fingers into the hem of his underwear, pulling them down painfully slow, all the while complimenting his lithe, slender body. You cast his underwear aside, his cock finally springing free, throbbing and erect. You purposefully avoid it, turning your attention to his legs, which you lift slightly just to pull him closer to you, drawing a giggly yelp from Julian as you drag him down the bed. You nestle yourself between his thighs, biting and kissing the insides of them, basking in the mewls and moans of your name falling from Julian’s lips.

“I love your long legs, how strong they are, how lovely,” you continue, moving further up his thigh until Julian is practically weeping for you to stop being such a tease. Now it's your turn to flash a devilish grin.

“Please, y/n,” he begs, propping himself up on his elbows so he can shoot an anguished look down at you. You consider him for a moment, cruelly perhaps, but seeing him become a simpering mess beneath your touch is too exciting not to enjoy.

“I suppose you’ve been a good boy,” you concede. Swiftly, you take his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Julian’s head falls back, a husky groan falling from his lips before he whips his hooded gaze back to you. His hands tangle in your hair as your head bobs up and down along his shaft. You press his hips firmly to the mattress, preventing them from bucking into you, his impatience with your teasing growing. But the mewls and lilting cries of your name tell you Julian is enjoying your ministrations. You can feel he's close, but you aren’t quite ready for him to come yet. Drawing back from him, your mouth sliding off his cock with a wet, sordid sound, you hover your hips above his again.

“I love the way you taste on my tongue,” you speak as you toss aside your underwear. Julian brings a hand up to cover his eyes, feigning an affected, demure look, as if he is the most tortured, humiliated man alive.

“My darling, y/n, please,” he pants, peeking at you through his fingers, the heavy rise and fall of his chest filling you with absolute delight. You love how completely undone he looks.

“What is it that you want me to do, my love?” you drawl, tracing a finger along his hip.

“I want you-” his breath hitching as you plant another kiss along his inner thigh, “Ta- take me.”

“Is that how good boys ask for things?” you coo wickedly. He groans in frustration, though he wears a grin that betrays his enjoyment.

“Please take me,” he emphasizes, casting the hand that was covering his face dramatically aside, “Please let me come inside you.”

“Good boy, Julian. That’s just what you’ll have then.” With this, you lower yourself onto Julian, his erection slipping easily into your wet folds. He inhales sharply between his teeth, before letting out a loud, sultry groan as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock. His hips snap against yours, the lewd sounds of your bodies slamming against one another intermingling with your soft sighs and Julian’s needy moans.

“You’re such a good boy, Julian,” you cry, his hips pounding mercilessly into you, drawing you closer and closer to orgasm, “So amazing. You’re so wonderful to me.” You can feel Julian’s imminent release, pulsing inside you as a string of incoherent babbling falls from his mouth.

“Love you- so much,” he grunts, his fingers finding their way back to your heat and rubbing quick circles around your clit.

“Love you, too,” you pant, leaning down and smashing your lips against his. It isn't the most comfortable angle, but you feel like you need him nearer, pressed up against you as close as he can be. His breath fans across your lips as you break the kiss, leaning back a bit for some air, before diving back in to capture his mouth in yours. With each thrust, Julian sinks deeper into you, his tip relentlessly hitting the exact right spot. The pressure in your core builds, a white-hot fire bursting inside you.

“S-so close, Julian,” you practically whisper through shallow breaths, your head dizzy with pleasure, “So good to me.” Julian cries out beneath you, finally brought over the edge, his warmth spilling inside you, filling you and threatening to trickle down your inner thighs. In tandem, your walls begin to shudder around his member, contracting tightly until an overwhelming wave of ecstasy rocks your body. Your lips sing out his name, “Julian,” like a sacred hymn, stars dotting your vision with each ripple of pleasure surging through you.

You give each other a few more languid pumps before settling on his lap, trying to calm your ragged breaths. Through the strands of your mussed up hair, you see Julian’s flushed, contented face gazing lovingly back at you, a twinkle in his gray eyes. He quirks a smile before gently guiding you off of him and settling you down beside him, entwining his body with yours. You are a tangle of limbs now, silent and fulfilled, your shared heartbeats a quiet lullaby.

“I think you’re going to have to tell me all the things you love about me more often,” Julian teases, kissing your temple and drawing you into him. You softly press your lips to his, soaking up his warmth.

“I hope you realize I mean all of it,” you return, pulling back to look him in the eye, “All of it and more. You are worth more to me than words could ever express, Julian. Even if you don’t see it yourself.” He closes his eyes and smiles, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thank you for showing me,” he whispers.

“You don’t have to thank me, my love,” you speak, feeling your eyes begin to fall shut with exhaustion, “Just remember how much I love you.” He lets out a pleasant sigh, about to say something else when you remember a thought you had before.

“By the way,” you begin, a smirk tugging at your lips, “I meant to tell you another thing I like about you.” He leans back a bit to meet your gaze, one brow shooting up in curiosity.

“Oh? And what is that?” he questions, a roguish glint in his eye.

“Even in the midst of all your melodrama and bellyaching,” you start, “You still manage to shamelessly flirt and canoodle and carry on.” A guffaw from the good doctor, which you meet with a playful swat to his arm.

“Now, would I really be me if I didn’t do that?” he reasons, his long arms seizing you and pressing you close. You giggle, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, luxuriating in the comfort of his embrace. It is these quiet moments with him that mean more to you than anything else in the world.

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jacely · 1 year

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If you make Arcana Headcannons or fics I want u to know I love you deeply and I am ur #1 fan and keep doing what you’re doin.

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morellanimmermehr · 11 months

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New Chapter On Dorian Here

That feeling when you finally get to one of the parts you've been dying to write since Chapter 1... 😍

#the arcana #the arcana game #asrian #asra x julian #julian devorak #asra alnazar #julian the arcana #asra the arcana #julian x asra #arcana #arcana game #dorian app #the arcana fanfic #the arcana fanfiction

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nabesthetics · 1 year

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A lost shard of an ancient soul is left with nothing but its own memories.

A little something I whipped up for an MC showcase prompt. A couple of glimpses into Alastor’s past from before the amnesia took it from him.

You can check it out on both Tumblr and Dorian! The versions are practically identical. The Tumblr version is image-heavy though.

#the Arcana #OC: Alastor #the Arcana fan apprentice #the Arcana fanfiction #yes this is in fact a test #let's see which one does better eh?

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endupherefic · 3 months

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Chapters: 14/? Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Apprentice/Julian Devorak, Apprentice/Lucio (The Arcana), Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Apprentice/Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Nadia (The Arcana)/Original Female Character(s), Lucio/Nadia (The Arcana) Characters: Julian Devorak, Lucio (The Arcana), Lucio Morgasson, Montag Morgasson - Character, Apprentice (The Arcana), Nazali Satrinava, Nadia Satrinava, Nadia (The Arcana), Original Female Character(s), Valdemar (The Arcana), Volta (The Arcana), Vulgora (The Arcana), Vlastomil (The Arcana), The Devil | Lucio's Patron (The Arcana), Count Spada, Asra (The Arcana), Salim Alnazar, Aisha Alnazar Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Romance, Slow Burn, Gender-Neutral Apprentice (The Arcana), Julian's POV, Lucio's POV, mentions of amputation, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Alcohol, Plague, Pre-Red Plague (The Arcana), Red Plague (The Arcana), Collar play, Threesome, Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Grief/Mourning, Depression, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Chapter Summary: "I want them to want me, too," that horrible, meek little voice whispers. The voice he wishes he could rip out of his mind and abandon in the snow, where it belongs. Lucio reminds himself why he’s gifting them all these fabulous treasures. Why he’s taking up so much of their time. It’s to distract them from their research. If anyone out of this sorry lot of physicians can figure out a cure, it’s Julian. And Lucio needs to buy the Devil more time to do whatever ritual it is he’s planning. The Courtiers have their parts to play, and so does Lucio. This is all just an elaborate scheme. Julian and the Apprentice are fleeting affairs, ones he’ll never have to worry about again once he’s the king-of-kings. They’re minor bumps in the road. Momentary fun. Nothing but entertainment for entertainment’s sake, right?

Chapter 8, The Past: Sentiment and Longing

Lucio feels refreshed. The morning following his dalliance with Julian and the Apprentice, the three enjoy a leisurely breakfast with Nadia and Lady Delphine. Lucio is delighted when his attendant’s curious gazes trail after the throuple as they wander the halls towards the breakfast table.

Get a good look, everyone, Lucio thinks, a proud smile plastered on his face as he leads them to the veranda, That’s right. These two are mine.

Lucio’s guests sit to either side of him, no doubt basking in the afterglow of last night. They’re still rosy-cheeked and a bit disheveled. Quite frankly, however, Julian’s never had more color in his complexion. He looks fortified, as does the Apprentice.

The healing power of my presence, Lucio beams, feeling quite pleased with himself. Last night felt healing for him, too. Too long has Lucio been alone in the palace, bored with himself and having little to do. All this business with the plague has really dampened his spirits. Parties are dwindling, Noddy’s no fun anymore, and the Courtiers-

Well, they’ve never really been any fun, he grouses, half-listening to what the Countess is trying to tell him about their duties for the day. He’s thoroughly distracted by the sensation of his fingers grazing the Apprentice’s leg, just underneath the hem of the glossy robe he let them borrow. Lucio’s other hand is busy holding his mimosa, so he opts to tease Julian with his foot. The coarse hairs of the doctor’s calf tickle his toes as he gently caresses his leg. As Noddy blathers on, Lucio’s silver gaze traces the patterns of love-bites he and the Apprentice left behind on Julian’s neck.

Masterful, he grins slyly, winking at Julian when the doctor’s gray eyes glance over towards him...

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santamalgastadora · 1 year

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I wrote a thing 🫢

Dead heart yearns

Julian wasn't proud of himself. A burglar and a thief - he had fallen so low. But what else could he do? His patients paid him with whatever they could but medical supplies still cost real money.

This time, he chose a long abandoned magic shop as his target.

It seemed like the easiest job he was ever going to have.

#santi writes #yay #the arcana #julian devorak #asra alnazar #asrian #the arcana fanfiction

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macabremayhem · 11 months

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The role of music in «Nec Deus Intersit»

Our story begins with a scene of the concert, held by a mysterious unnamed singer. I — the author of the story, Lunatic Sun — have decided to leave this character nameless. The music is the most important thing here. But the singer has two very specific, well-defined prototypes, and the music isn't fictional either. Let me tell you a story about it.

There was a 2.000 word limitation for each story, so I needed to cut all the classical melodies descriptions short. I imagined that during the concert the singer would start with some lyrics at first, and then the orchestra would join him.

The first chapter of «Nec Deus Intersit» is dedicated to the memory of Klaus Nomi. I also added special thanks for the inspiration and gratitude to Jakub Józef Orliński. You may guess that these two personas and their voices are interwoven in the image of the fictional singer. I’ve wanted to pay tribute to the talents of both of them for a long time.

Klaus Nomi is noted to have a very tragic story and a huge talent. I'd love to think that in a world of the Arcana he would be perceived as a magnificent mysterious man, just like he was in his real life. I believe his talent was beloved even by such a demanding and old creature with an excellent taste in arts as Valdemar.

N.B.: I'm absolutely sure that Valdemar is completely charmed by the music. There is a mention of them singing as they leave the Dungeons in the Julian’s route.

If you'd like to learn more about Klaus Nomi's recordings and learn his story, you can visit his official channel or watch the documentary «The Nomi Song» (2004) by Andrew Horn.

Jakub Józef Orliński (Polish opera singer, countertenor) amazes with his vocal skills. Just like Klaus Nomi, he has a strong part of drama in his singing. You can find his official YouTube channel here.

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And now let’s have a look at the music mentioned in the scenes, in the order of its appearance.

N.B.: I believe that Julian (looking to the Heartsong festival as a canon) with all his love for the opera wouldn't be able to stay untouched by this music.

Vivaldi: Il Giustino, RV 717, Act 1: "Vedrò con mio diletto" (Anastasis)

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In my humble opinion, this particular performance of this Vivaldi’s aria is truly unsurpassed. Jakub Józef Orliński has a really strong emotional voice, and even if you are not familiar with the Italian language, there would be no language barrier at all. This is what I call a fabulous drama.

Vivaldi: Le quattro stagioni, Concerto No. 4 in F minor, Op. 8, RV 297, "Winter" (L'inverno): Allegro non molto

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The second piece is «Allegro non molto» from Vivaldi’s group of violin concertos «Four seasons». Surely it has been performed numerous times before, but my heart belongs to Anne-Sophie Mutter due to her energy and agility. In her version you can feel all the expressiveness Vivaldi put into his work. In my perception of the «Nec Deus Intersit» story this masterpiece should sound just like that.

Henry Purcell: King Arthur, Act 3, Scene 2. "What Power Art Thou?" (The Cold Song)

Let’s have a look at the piece that sounded after the intermission and that excited Julian so much.

It's «The Cold Song» from the semi-opera «King Arthur» by Henry Purcell. The Cold Genius sings this aria when his eternal peace is disturbed by Cupid.

It was Klaus Nomi who made this song — originally performed by basso voices — so popular with the countertenors. Countertenors, in my humble opinion, added more drama to this song. Moreover, it made it possible to rethink the image of the Cold incarnation itself — instead of the ancient elder, as it was in the opera, there is an ancient, immortal and sexless being who rejects this world and prefers eternal sleep in the ice.

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Here you can find a revolutionary performance by Klaus Nomi (particularly dramatic if you know his story).

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And here is a performance by Jakub Józef Orliński.

Hasse: Oratorio Sacro in Due Parti: Sanctus Petrus et Sancta Maria Magdalena. "Mea tormenta, properate"

Furthermore, in the next chapter Valdemar mentions the aria «Mea tormenta, properate» from the oratorio "Sanctus Petrus et Sancta Maria Magdalena" by Johann Adolph Hasse. Here again — a performance by Jakub Józef Orliński.

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Valdemar pointed out that the message of this aria suits Julian perfectly. This is not accidental, if you have a look at the text:

Mea tormenta, properate, Ubi sunt flagella et caedes, ubi sunt flagella et caedes? Crucem quaero, crucem date Volo mori, o Deus in te, volo mori, o Deus in te, o Deus in te…

(Translation) My torments, hurry, Where are the scourges and their lacerating teeth? I want to be crucified, crucify me, I want to die; oh God, in you I want to die.

How would the entire concert sound? Every time I imagine it a little bit differently, especially if I hear the perfect (in my humble opinion) performance of some classical pieces. The concert may include "Adagio from concerto №3 in D minor, BWV 974" and "Sarabande" by George Frederick Handel, "From beyond" and "Death" by Klaus Nomi, "Music for a while" by Henry Purcell. But the works mentioned above are quite special and essential to this story. It was the music which was the main source of inspiration in some ways. So, if someone decides to listen to them, most likely, they will not regret.

I still pay my respects to Klaus Nomi and Jakub Józef Orliński.

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lunastarhawk · 18 days

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Ravish Me, this is a Library

18+ only! Adult sexy times ahead, minors look away this is not for you.

A smutty, smutty rewrite of the paid library scene in Book VIII Chapter 2 of Julian's route. Julian apologises to Altheia, and they both get the ravishing they deserve.

Part of the Between the Deep Blue Sea and the Devil collection of rewrites.

Excerpt

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be.” She pulled back, looked up into his eye, lifting an eyebrow coyly. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to kiss me.”

“Wha…” Julian’s mouth parted, but little more than a breath passed between his lips. A look of incredulous wonder came over him… had he heard her right? Was she serious? She couldn’t possibly… could she?

His long, gloved fingers trembled as he touched their delicate tips lightly to Altheia’s cheek. Dusk-grey eye tracked the features of her face, settling on her mouth as her lips, still slightly curved, parted, just a little, expectantly. The faintest whimper escaped him as he bent very slightly, as if afraid she’d change her mind, turn away.

But she didn’t.

She held his gaze, tilting her head a degree to the right. Julian’s weight shifted, tentatively closer into her centre. His hand slipped around the back of her neck, under her hair, leather against her skin sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Her heart pounded, breaths quickened, longing for his touch, his kiss, desperately hoping she’d got through to him, that he’d believe in her, in them . Resisting leaning into him, closing the gap, because it had to be him, he had to be the one to do it.

He bent, his breath hot on her face, ghosting over her skin as he brushed his nose through the hairs at her temple, pressed the lightest of kisses to her cheek. He pulled up, just an inch, as every fibre of Altheia’s being, every pulse of her heart, begged her to pull him close. Their eyes met again, his thumb stroked her cheek.

“Juli–”

Her words faded into a breath, a sigh, as Julian’s lips touched hers. Almost experimentally he lingered, a low hum in the back of his throat, a shuddering breath. When he made to pull back, Altheia moved with him, and with a surprised high-pitched sound he pressed his lips against hers again. And again, with a muffled sound that might have been an attempt at speech, but Altheia didn’t much want him to talk now, not when his lips were so soft, so pliant in their movements against hers, as she wound an arm around his back and draped the other over his shoulder, fingers twisting into the thick curls of his hair. Arms around her chest pulled her close, almost too close, squeezing a little too hard as his kisses became more desperate, his breaths heavier, his body trembling under her touch. She couldn’t think of anything except the rush of elation, the high, light feeling in her heart and mind, the sudden need to run her hands over his body, to hold him close.

Reluctantly, it seemed, Julian leaned back. His forehead rested against hers and he closed his eyes, slowly catching his breath as his hands slipped to Altheia’s waist, as if he’d wanted to withdraw but couldn’t quite leave her sanctuary. She closed her eyes, too, one hand on his shoulder, the other in his hair, lightly scraping her short nails over his scalp in the way she knew he found comforting. His shoulders rose and fell in a sigh.

“I’m such a fool,” he said, his voice low and deep, heavy with regret. Genuine, sincere, no melodrama. “Turning you away like that. When I know… I know there’s something between us, and it’s more than just attraction - that goes without saying, you should know by now.”

“Julian…”

“Is it possible that…” The press of his fingers tightened a little on her waist, as if she hadn’t even spoken. “Do you think… You could see something attractive in… in me?”

Julian’s whole body was tense, his voice trembled with nerves. Altheia’s heart raced, and she had to hold back a laugh.

“Julian,” she said gently, placing her hands either side of his face. “I spent the night with you, didn’t I?”

Julian quivered. His forehead pressed a little more against hers; he shifted his weight, his thigh brushing her hip. “Mm. You did, yes.”

“Nothing has changed.”

The rest is on AO3

#the arcana game #the arcana #the arcana fanfiction #julian devorak #julian devorak fanfic #julian x oc #altheia featherstone #juleia

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bakuliwrites · 1 year

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21 + post-Upright Lucio? 👀 (angst? fluff? up to you, I'm just starving for adventuring era Lucio content)

I would be more than happy to write adventuring era Lucio content!!!!!! I am also always looking for that post-upright Lucio content haha. Thank you so much for requesting! I truly appreciate it! Here's a bit of fluff and a bit of angst! All rules for this event are here, my requests are open!

Tearful Kisses with Post-Upright Lucio (The Arcana)

Lucio flinches as you press a clean strip of cloth to his injured abdomen. His wound is deep, but not mortally so. He's lucky the blade hadn't plunged any deeper, or the two of you probably wouldn't be huddled around a campfire, tending to one another's injuries.

"You need to be more careful," you scold, voice riddled with worry. You try to inject some irritation into your tone, but you're too shaken. Mercedes rests her head on her papa's lap, while Melchior snoozes near the crackling fire. You managed to escape with just a couple of scrapes and bruises, unlike your reckless companion.

"I'm fine," Lucio grouses, before he gives you a cheeky wink, "Those bandits were no match against the great Lucio and his magnificent magician."

He flashes a bright smile at you, which turns into a grimace when you pull his bandages tighter.

"A little snug there, dontchya think?" he retorts, but you ignore his commentary, frustration welling up inside you. You've been on the road with Lucio for several months now. Things have been going relatively smoothly, save the occasional shady character that tries to harass the two of you. Most of the time, you're able to diffuse the situation, but every once in a while, like today, things escalate. And then there's the added stress of Lucio always throwing himself in front of you without thinking.

"You can't just keep jumping into the fray like that," you go on, tossing unused bandages back into your pack and shoving everything else back into place, "You're going to end up getting yourself seriously injured. Or worse."

Lucio scoffs, pulling his shirt back over his head, fumbling a bit with the sleeves.

"I'm fine!" he reassures, still not understanding just how shaken you are, "Besides there's no need to worry! Not even death can stop good ol' Lucio!"

He puffs his chest out proudly and you're suddenly reminded of the days you spent with Lucio when he was a ghost. Still trapped in this idea that he's invincible, immune to the natural order of things. Lucio has made a lot of improvements since his days as a Count, but there's still a lot of work to be done.

"You can't keep thinking like that, Lucio," you retort, unwilling tears stinging the corners of your eyes, "You and I- we've each both escaped death once. That's more times than anyone else has. I don't think-"

You sigh, shoulders slumping as Lucio gives you a bewildered look, "We're not going to be given the chance again. And-"

"I don't wanna lose you," you almost whisper, tears rolling down your cheeks. Lucio's silver eyes gaze at you, glimmering brightly in the light of the fire.

"I- I didn't mean to make light of it," he returns, staring down at the ground, brows crinkled with worry, "I just- I guess I just don't wanna think about the danger. How maybe, if I make a bad move- One misstep, I might- I might not make it. You might not make it."

"I don't know what I'd do if I let anything happen to you," he murmurs, glancing back at you. His lip quivers, eyes glazed with tears.

You yank him into a crushing embrace, feeling his arms wrap around you with equal fervor. It's been a long, tense day, and it all comes out in sobs and quiet weeping into one another's shoulders. Lucio pulls back occasionally to lay teary, desperate kisses against your lips. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he pulls you in closer. He cups your face, the pads of his thumbs passing across your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

"Sorry I was so upset," you apologize between breaths.

"I promise I'll be more careful," he whispers, sincerity in his voice. The two of you cling to one another. Lucio's gentle heartbeat, the warmth of his embrace, the tenderness of each kiss he lays against your lips: all of it is a reassurance that you're safe, that you're alive. And you want to cherish every sacred moment you have with him.

#the arcana #lucio morgasson #post-upright lucio #lucio x mc #lucio x reader #lucio x you #dani writes #kissing event #the arcana fanfiction #drabble #fluff #angst #thank you for the request!

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