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stardustincarnate · 3 years ago

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SOMETHING ABOUT YOU // Asra x Reader

word count : 1568

genre : fluff

summary : neither of them had believed in such a thing called love at first sight, but perhaps their perception happened to have changed during that one unforgettable night.

a / n : happy new year everyone! i haven't written something in a while so this may be a bit rusty—but i'm glad i got to welcome 2022 by writing about the loml 😙✌️ i hope you enjoy! ♡

The night of the masquerade. Vesuvia's most awaited event every year, it finally came. Ubiquitous were revellers, patently enjoying taking a sip of their expensive red wine and indulging into its pleasant intoxication, chattering-either serving very, very hot tea or talking about the most arbitrary things-with a bunch of fellows, or merely being curious about the booths the creative folks were to offer at the time of the year.

Curious, just like a certain person who was supposed to look after their Aunt's shop-but what were they doing instead? Their feet wandered off from one booth to another, eyes full of wonder darting at a speed which one could not even begin to comprehend, it seemed. With their lips curved in utter awe, one would think that it was their birthday at the time-or something even better.

But what could they do? The masquerade was [Y/N]'s favorite event-yes, more than their own birthday! There was just something magical about the masquerade. Familiar faces, unfamiliar ones, the young or the old-everyone's having fun! And of course their infectious joy didn't spare [Y/N], so it was certainly an event to look forward to.

'Where to, where to...' [Y/N] thought, stopping their tracks. Just then, the sound of the trumpet was heard, followed by the rambling, rowdy crowd parting to make way for the sleek, regal carriage which carried the Count and Countess of Vesuvia.

Waving at the now roaring throng while clad in sanguine silk, Count Lucio stood out like a pompous pimple-at least to [Y/N]'s eyes. They never liked the obnoxious Count. The only thing they liked about him were the parties he threw, which included the masquerade.

Feeling like they could get a headache from staring at the Count alone, [Y/N] averted their eyes to the ever-so charming Countess, Nadia Satrinava. Even the way she tilted her head and moved her delicate fingers-it was all regal, and it was so natural for her to do. No wonder. She was born to be a countess. Smiling warmly at the cheering crowd, her eyes met [Y/N]'s. They did not waste the opportunity to wave at her with a beam, and the kind Countess waved back, just as the carriage passed [Y/N]'s area, revealing the group of revellers on the other side.

Moving his curly, unkempt bangs out of his sight, Asra's eyes randomly landed on a particular person in the throng at the other side. They were still looking at the moving carriage with amusement, looking candid, with the wind slowly blowing their hair back.

Only a few seconds after were his amethyst irides met by the person he was just looking at. The noises from the crowd seemed to have evaporated. The masquerade, the rowdy revellers-it all seemed like some distant dream as him and the beautiful stranger exchanged a long, meaningful stare that without a doubt stirred feelings within him.

Asra clutched his clothes, his heart thunderously beating against his chest. They looked so beautiful, he thought. They looked just like a long, distant, forgotten dream which just, by then, after a very long time, resurfaced back into his memory. Déjà vu, was it? And yet Asra was sure that him and the stranger had never met before. Perhaps, perchance-in another life-but he didn't delve in that thought-or at least he didn't have the time to do so, as he had already lost the pretty stranger amidst the now moving crowd.

Perhaps he could see them again. Vesuvia wasn't that huge, after all. Unless they were only visiting and came from another place? That would be... unfortunate.

What was that feeling that left him robbed of words? The eye contact-its impact was immense for him. Did the pretty stranger felt the same thing he did? He marveled about.

Just then, Asra remembered that he did have a job to do in the first place. Now that the crowd was back to being busy, he rushed back to his stall, which was in front of a seemingly mystical shop. No one had tried to rob his crafts, that was good.

That day was one of the rare days in which his small business bloomed. Asra was quite the crafty one, and as an orphan, he made use of that talent to feed himself and his one and only introverted best friend, Muriel. He had pleaded the latter to join him this time-but as usual, the answer was a grumpy no.

"Wow, these look so amazing! Did you make them all?"

Snapped out of his daydreams, Asra looked up, a familiar face greeting him.

It was the beautiful stranger whose name he never got.

Was it trouvaille? His mind said so. He began to once again get so lost in those splendid eyes that he had forgotten to answer their question.

[Y/N] blushed. They didn't think that Asra had noticed that he was actually smiling at them, a dreamy look on his face as he stared up at them. His eyes were pulchritudinous, they thought. And they could've drowned in their unceasing beauty.

"Erm-I-"

The door from the shop behind Asra's stall opened. And, oh, just their luck, [Y/N]'s aunt easily found them. Hands on her hips, she said, "Where have you been?"

"Ehehe.. I got.. a tad distracted! But I'm here now-I brought all that you've asked me to."

[Y/N] looked at Asra apologetically before tiptoeing towards their aunt, handing them a bag full of the necessities she asked of them. As soon as their aunt had gone back inside, [Y/N] went back to the curious stall of the curious stranger from earlier.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay. Don't worry."

Asra wanted to say more-he had a lot to say, in fact-but he wasn't sure where to begin. All he could hear amidst the unyielding noise was the sound of adrenaline rushing within him. He quickly collected himself. Perhaps he could start by asking their name.

"What's your name?"

They both asked in unison.

They laughed, and for minutes went on insisting the other to go first. In the end, Asra won the battle.

"My name's [Y/N]. Now you go and tell me yours."

"I'm Asra. It's a pleasure to meet you, [Y/N]!"

He smiled brightly, his smile akin to the morning sunshine, and offered his hand, and the feeling was soft against [Y/N]'s own hand. They tried valiantly to hide their intensifying blush.

"Asra... What a delightful name, for a delightful person."

They smiled, though a bit restrained as to not show their immense excitement in finally talking to the person they had been thinking of ever since they had exchanged eye contacts.

"I was wondering if you made them all, the masks? They are extraordinary!"

Warm colors began to bloom on Asra's cheeks. It was his turn to hide his blush now.

"I'm glad you like them! And yes-I make and sell them. It's what I do for a living."

"You are so talented! No kidding-these are amazing! How much do you sell them? I've gotta have one! Or at least two. There is so much creativity in each one of them, Asra!"

"I-Well, thank you. Would you like to have one? You can pick whatever you like, [Y/N]."

[Y/N] began scanning the table for the one they thought would fit them perfectly. Gold, or silver? Blue-perhaps chartreuse? Ah! How were they supposed to choose just one when they all looked extremely beauteous? Asra could sense their dilemma, and then remembered something that could help.

"Oh wait! If you can't choose what you like best, I have this one. Wait, let me just find it... Aha!"

Asra fumbled his bag and took out what seemed like the most mesmerizing mask to [Y/N]'s eyes. He handed it out to them, their fingers gently touching in the process. It was short, yet Asra relished the feeling. [Y/N] gaped at all the intricate details. Surely, this must've taken him lots of time to make!

[Y/N] was utterly speechless, but that reaction alone was enough to make an even redder blush creep up to Asra's cheeks.

"This is so.. wow. I can't even imagine the amount of time it took! I love it!"

About to find the payment in their pocket, Asra immediately stopped them and shook his head.

"You don't have to pay; it's my gift for you."

"But you worked so hard for this! I-I can't let myself have this for free!"

"No! You needn't worry. I insist. It's my gift, okay, [Y/N]?"

"A gift for me? You are truly kind, Asra. In that case, I don't have the rights to refuse! But... might I know why?"

"Well..."

Why, indeed?

Asra smiled, and their eyes met once again.

"There's just something about you."

Something about me, huh? [Y/N] thought. And they could say the same thing about him. Because indeed, there was something about him. Something magical, something enthralling, and something that made them want to get to know him even more.

Neither of them had believed in such a thing called love at first sight, but perhaps their perception happened to have changed during that one unforgettable night.

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canadian-buckbeaver · 6 years ago

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Falling for a Count

In the early days of the plague you find yourself alone. Asra is gone. They had begged you to leave the city, to come with them and Faust, but stormed off in anger when you refused, leaving both Vesvuia and you behind.

But you couldn't bear to let Vesvuia fall, to watch as its citizens fell ill and died. Not when you thought that you could help. So you partner yourself up with Doctor Devorak, employed by the castle to find a cure for the plague and save the Count from its grasp. The more you work there though, the more you realize that there is more to the Count than you originally thought.

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Count Lucio was a difficult man to work with.

Scratch that. You were far from his equal in any sense of the word. He was the war hero, the count, the leader of Vesvuia. You were nothing but a peasant in his eyes, one that was to worship the ground he walked on.

Let’s try that again.

During your work at the palace, you had discovered that Count Lucio was a difficult man to work for. Every little inconvenience was a worldwide disaster that needed to be solved yesterday. Tantrums were a daily, if hourly, occurrence. Screaming matches the norm. On the other hand, his wife, the beautiful and charming Countess Nadia, was an absolute dream to work for. On the worst days you told yourself that at least they balanced one another out. Add in that the castle was large enough to hide in and that Lucio demanded an entrance with every room that he entered and it was easy to simply avoid the man if necessary. IF it was necessary.

All in all, it wasn’t so bad being employed by the palace you supposed. The servants were always busy doing something or the other so they mostly stayed out of your way. The linens were the softest, thickest cloths that you had ever experienced. The food was incredible – the rumours about the chefs being world-class were not lies or embellishments. And Doctor Jules was a fantastic teacher and one hell of a doctor. He was an educated man, one that was filled with an endless supply of stories, facts and jokes. And despite you having very little medical background, he had been able to turn you into a fairly decent medical apprentice under him. Sure, he was a bit bashful and more than a little clumsy, especially after a few drinks at his favourite pub, but you enjoyed him as a teacher regardless. His patients all loved him despite their dire predicaments. He wasn’t Asra, but he would do.

Asra… what would they say if they could see you now? Your heart still ached when you remembered the way that they slammed the door behind him, leaving both you and Vesuvia behind. They had been so angry, furious that you would choose to remain in this sick and dying city than travel to safety with them and Faust. You just hoped that they understood. It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to go with them, because that would be a lie if you said that you didn’t. You loved nothing more than to travel with them, to explore the magical realms and dance the night away with them. If it had been any other time you would have grabbed their hand and followed them out those doors. However, this time, you couldn’t. Vesuvia needed you, the people you knew and loved were becoming sick and dying around you. You needed to help save them in whatever way possible. As long as you were alive and able, you couldn’t sit idly by and watch people die. The Red Plague needed to be stopped. It would be a crime to sit back and do nothing.

They would understand. They had to. After all, you guys had been through so much together. Asra was your best friend, your teacher and your lover. They were truly your everything. They wouldn’t throw that all away just for the sake of a misunderstanding, right?

Right?

The castle at least kept you busy, kept your mind off of them. The plague had quickly spread through the peasants and was quickly making its way through the middle class and the noble families. It was no wonder that Asra had run off when they did. The disease showed no mercy. It came, it conquered and then it killed and moved on to the next victim. It showed no sign of stopping, no remorse, no sign of a cure or preventative. No immunity. That was the reason why you and Jules had been called to the castle. Lucio himself had developed the red scleras that were characteristic of the plague but currently developed no other symptoms. No cough, no pale and sweaty skin and no blood. Heck, aside from his eyes, he was still his pompous self (though who knew how long that would last). He was a brat, a smart ass, a spoiled shell of a man who was used to glory and power, nothing standing in his way of something he wanted. He was not below acting out in the middle of the hallway or in the middle of public, throwing a fit if something was less than perfect…

But there was something else about him…

Of course, many, many moons ago, Asra had warned you to steer clear of him. They wouldn’t go into detail as to why, just that you needed to stay away from him. Apparently both them and Muriel worked for him as young and hungry orphans. But, other than that, they would say nothing. Just shake their head or say that they didn’t want to talk about it. Even when they were pressed, they would simply look over you with those shadowed violet eyes and just ask you to just trust them on this.

But now, especially with Asra gone, there was just something about the count that drew you to him. Was that aura of mystery that Asra kept around him? Curiosity perhaps? He was someone that you had never dealt with before, a complete wild card. Or maybe you were just a little more upset with Asra than you let on. That was probably more or less the reason behind it you told yourself.

Days turned into weeks as you and Julian toiled into the night, searching for anything that might lead to a breakthrough. Julian was sure that the key to a cure was in the infected’s blood. The symptoms, to him, pointed to blood being the answer. Their sceleras will turn red, the eyes bled, the patients coughed red spittle, looked pale and shaken. Surely there had to be some sort of connection between blood and disease. Jules’ beloved leeches were never more than an arm’s length from him at all times. He was constantly observing what the creatures’ reaction to the blood was. Together you two read book after book, pouring over the scribbles of doctors and nurses past. Yet their knowledge and discoveries seemed few and far between. And yet there seemed to be no shortage of patients or victims. Everyday there was someone being wheeled into the little dungeon that the other plaque doctors called a lab. Doctor Valdemar dissected brain after brain, body after body, noting the effects of the plague on the entire body.

Valdemar. That was another that you couldn’t get a proper read on. The green-skinned doctor seemed rather entertained, disturbingly enthralled with their work. And not in a discovering how to stop it sort of way. It seemed to be more of a general curiosity, an excuse to play and learn. Their smile would chill you to the bone. More than once, you had sensed their red irises on you, a creepy smile on their face. Like they knew something that you didn’t. The thought made you shiver and more determined to not be in the same room as them alone. Even Julian seemed more than a little shaken by the doctor’s actions.

Days passed and turned into months. You threw yourself into your work. Treating patient after patient, trying to provide what comfort that you could to them, reading book after book, anything to keep your brain occupied and busy. Thoughts and figures were scrawled down, reports written and reviewed. Anything that would prevent yourself from thinking on two certain boys that kept creeping into your dreams at night.

First, Asra… your teacher, your master. Your lover and friend. You hoped that both Faust and them were safe. Their anger still cut you deep when you recalled how they left you here but you didn’t wish them ill-will. You loved them too deeply for that. Even in your darkest moments you knew that they only sought to protect you. No matter where they ended up, anywhere was indeed better than here at the moment. Their predictions about the plaque were becoming scarily accurate. No one here was safe or immune from the disease and there was still no stopping it. They had probably sought shelter in his Oasis but it still didn’t abolish the thoughts that raced about in your brain. In your reoccurring nightmares you saw white, curly hair hanging over an operating room table while Valdemar’s bloodied saw creeping closer to their skull. It never failed to jerk you from your sleep, your heart aching in your chest.

And then… then there was the Count.

The Count was the complete opposite of Asra. Where Asra was reserved and secretive, preferring to keep certain emotions or parts of their history to themselves, Lucio was an open book. The whole castle knew when he was upset or angry, happy or pleased. Unafraid to publicly display his emotions if necessary or desired. He would reenact his greatest moments on the battlefield to any curious onlooker. Public or private, the setting didn’t matter. His temper tantrums were public knowledge. He was selfish and could often be considered cruel. And yet, there was something else, something that you just couldn’t put your finger on. Like the hard, sharp man was a bit of a front. On more than one occasion you had seen him playing with his hunting dogs. Two long-haired beauties that more than adored him. They weaved through his legs, knocking him over on more than one occasion and sending him sprawling to the ground. The two would be seen jumping up to kiss and lick at his face, their fur and drool covering him from head to toe. But Lucio would be far from furious. He would laugh and smile, petting them and cooing softly to them. Praising them and finding any random, dirty stick that he could to play fetch with them. Completely different from the count that would throw goblets of wine should a drop of gravy find its way to the snow-white tablecloth.

You couldn’t help but think that perhaps there was more to the Count than first met the eye. Sure, he was an ass but still. Dogs were animals that could tell a lot about a person and how they really were on the inside. His dogs wouldn’t act like this if he had nothing redeeming about him. He couldn’t just be an ass, could he? Right?

You couldn’t afford to be distracted by such trivial matters. Heaven forbid should Lucio ever discover that you considered him a trivial matter.

Time turned, life continued on, and the work never ended.

* * * * *

Stretching your back, you glanced outside of the windows of the clinic. It was another overcast day, one that held no heat or relief from whatever winter god or goddess kept you tight in their grasp today. It seemed that even the outside was mourning the newest deaths of the plaque today. With a sigh, you turned back to your sheet, continuing your report.

“… Katie (patient #0735) was seen today. Her eyes are completely bloodshot, irises remain the same colour. Her parents state that she has been crying tears of blood. Feeling weak, dizzy and lethargic. High fever and sore throat. No appetite but thirsty. Cried out for water in the middle of the examination. Drinking water provides no relief. Sweat was pink…”

The door to the clinic was thrown open. “Apprentice!” one of the servants from the castle called out, causing you to jump and bump the table that you were working at.

Thankfully you were able to grab the sheet of paper that you had been working on and save it from the spill of the ink bottle. Another mess to clean up. “What is it?” you asked, trying your best not to sound too annoyed at the interruption.

“My apologies.” The servant stepped forward, giving a small bow in apology. “It is the good Doctor. He has requested that you grab more ink, paper and a few of his books. He gave me a list to give to you.” The servant held out the sheet, careful not to touch your fingers.

You sighed as you looked over the note. That was no mere errand run. There had to be at least fifteen different things on the list. Why hadn’t he come as well? “Thank you. Did he mention when he needs it by?”

“Within the hour.”

“Within the hour?!?!” you croaked, looking at the list again. It would take the better part of that time to rush back to the castle from the clinic. He had to be ridiculous.

“I’m sorry. He said that he was on a roll and couldn’t leave…”

“Of course he did. Thank you. I’ll be there as quick as I can.” You promised the servant. Waiting until the servant left and closed the door behind them, you quickly grabbed a small satchel. You seized ink and paper, notebooks and quills. Anything small that could fit in the bag. You would need your hands free to carry the books that he wanted.

Minutes later you were about as ready as you were going to be. You gave Brundle a good scratch behind the ears before leaving the clinic, locking the door behind you. You didn’t need anyone sneaking in and stealing the painkillers again. That had been a mess and a half to clean up.

Rushing down the street, passed familiar face after familiar face. You supposed that the good thing about being Julian’s apprentice was that you got to go and be out and about, meet new people, see the neighbours. Many waved at you or cried out in greeting, others grabbed their partners or children, pulling them out of your harried way. You were on a mission and they knew better than to get in between you and it.

Panting, you approached the guard station in front of the bridge. The guards knew your face by now and let you in without incident. At least that wouldn’t slow you up this time.

But that meant that it couldn’t be your excuse for being late.

Stepping into the palace you knew that you couldn’t risk it. You needed to take the most direct route into the labs to see Julian. He was expecting you for a few minutes now. You couldn’t bear to be late again. The disappointment in his eyes had cut through your soul. He looked like Brundle when you took away his bone.

Hurrying faster, you rushed a corner without glancing behind first…

Running smack dab into a flesh and warm body.

With a cry, you stumbled, dropping the books as you tried to catch yourself from completely flattening your victim like a pancake. The person took a few desperate steps back, their hands grabbing your waist as they tried to catch themselves and you as well.

It was like slow motion. Papers flew everywhere, spilling out of your bag, a couple of quills floating slowly to the ground. Books thumping to the ground and spilling open, losing bookmarks and dog ears. Notes flew everywhere like a paper blizzard. You were no longer sure which way was up anymore. Everything was white.

And then you hit the ground, the other person breaking your fall on the hard marble floor. Even with the other person under you, the air was knocked out of your lungs, leaving you breathless and winded. A piece of paper had floated down, covering the face of the other person. Groaning, you sat back on your heels, rubbing at your head. That had hurt. “I’m so sorry,” you began to say. “I should have checked the corner first before running around it and…”

You froze, watching as a hand reached up and pulled the paper away from their face.

A golden gauntlet pulled the paper away from their face.

Red eyes stared daggers at you, sharp eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing into slits as they slowly sat up. Blonde hair was tousled and messy, the white jacket crumpled, and the red sash around their torso no longer straight.

Of all the people you could have run into, you, of course, had to run over, and trample, the Count.

The same Count who would scream at one who dared cough in his general direction.

The same Count who would hold public executions in the coliseum, the Scrouge literally ripping men apart, for something small and trivial.

And you, you, a mere commoner, had just run him over like he was some sort of speedbump.

You were so dead.

Maybe you could write a letter to Julian and ask him to share it with Asra before your passing.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, M’Lord.” You began grabbing the books and papers around the two of you. Paper was absolutely everywhere. It was an utter mess. And still, still, the Count coldly stared down at you, his eyes narrowed into red and yellow slits. “Just… just… just let me get this all out of your way and then I can help you up… I… I don’t want you to slip and fall… well. Again I suppose.” You continued to babble and make a complete and utter fool out of yourself. as you seized the papers that were out of his way. Only then did you offer him a hand.

He glared at you a moment. He was still quiet, not a word had fallen from his mouth. He stared at your hand for a moment before looking back up at you. Oh, you must have really offended him. You quietly gulped, already thinking of what you can put in a farewell letter to Asra should the Count decide to kill you for your transgressions.

Then, remarkably, he took your hand. Not with his metal gauntlet, but with his flesh and blood. His hand was warm and soft, probably having been bathed in the finest ointments that gold and money could buy. Swallowing hard, still mentally preparing yourself for the tongue lashing that you were undoubtedly about to receive, you carefully pulled him up.

“There we are Count Lucio,” you told him once you had him on his feet again. You lowered your head to him as you apologized, already hearing him readjusting his cloak and clothing. “Again I am so very sorry and…”

“COUNT LUCIO! ARE YOU OK?” One of the guardsmen were rushing over to you two, their helmet bouncing on their head. “I SAW EVERYTHING! I’LL HAVE THEM THROWN INTO THE DUNGEON TO AWAIT THEIR SENTENCING…” They seized you by the arm and had already started to pull you away from him. Your heart fluttered into your chest. Oh no. This was it.

And Julian was never going to get his books.

“That isn’t necessary.” Count Lucio said to the guard, brushing himself off.

Both you and the guard froze at his voice. “Erm… sire?” the guard asked, perplexed. “Are… are you sure? I mean… I…”

Lucio finished adjusting everything, looking every inch the Count he was. His white linens practically glistened in the sunlight, the medals on his sash blinding you with light. “If you truly did see everything than you would have noticed that I ran into them.”

You were sure that your mouth was hanging open by about an inch. Count Lucio… blamed himself? But this was the man who was never wrong.

“My lord? Are… are you sure…?”

Count Lucio turned towards the guard. “Did I stutter or make myself anyway unclear for you to understand? Or perhaps your helmet of yours is too tight to help you think properly. I said I ran into them. You will do no such thing with one of the doctor’s apprentices. Do I make myself clear?” his words were cold and sharp.

The guard gulped, springing into a salute. “Yes, M’Lord.” He said before rushing back off to whatever corner he was from.

The Count turned towards you. “Pick up your papers and books and don’t leave my hallway in such a mess. Next time you chose to run about my castle, watch where I am walking first. I do not want this to happen again.” Without another word, the Count tossed his cloak over his shoulder and continued walking. Your knees were shaking as you began to gather the rest of Julian’s items. You hoped that the ink wells didn’t crack open in your little collusion with the Count.

In what seemed like no time at all, you were rushing down the steps to the dungeon offices of the many doctors. You could hear flasks moving, instruments being dropped and moved. “Doctor Julian? Doctor Julian, are you still in here?” you called out. Valdemar looked up from their table and gave you a familiar smirk before turning back to their experiment.

“In my office! Why are you so late?” the familiar burr answered, the sound of pen scratches never ceasing.

You sighed in relief. “You wouldn’t believe what happened…”

* * * * *

It had been some time since the incident with the Count. You had noticed that the Count seemed to be more aware of you whenever you passed by. If you were in the same room you would see that he was always within your line of sight. If you passed by him you could feel his eyes on you, watching you like a hawk. If you and Julian were eating supper with the other doctors you would often see him eyeing you from over the table. If you and Julian were outside hunting for leeches, he would be outside as well, playing with his dogs.

You would have thought that it was simply your imagination until Jules had commented on it as well.

“Seems like Lucio is keeping a closer eye on you than usual lately.” The doctor quietly remarked to you as the two of you headed back into the dungeon.

You sighed, looking around to make sure the coast was clear before replying. “I think he’s worried about me running into him again and causing a bigger disturbance.” You said quietly. Julian and Lucio went back, way back. Back before Lucio was the Count of Vesvuia. Julian could probably get away with saying a few more things than you could.

Julian shook his head. “You should have seen the last person to run into him. That man was chased out of the castle before anyone else could react.”

“Sounds like the man has a temper.” You said quickly, causing Julian to give a bark of laughter.

“My dear apprentice, that is one way to describe it. Have I ever told you about the time that Lucio…” Julian never got to finish his sentence before the two of you were interrupted.

There was a furious stomping heard from around the corner as the two of you approached. The Count, again in his pristine white glory, was furiously making his way towards the two of you. His red and yellow eyes staring into Julian. “JULES!” he barked causing the both of you to jump. “I have a headache, fix it!” his eyes glittered dangerously, daring him not to mess with him.

“Yes sir, right away sir!” The doctor managed to get out as he rushed away. Leaving you alone with the Count. Nodding to him quickly, you turned to follow Julian out.

“Not you.” Count Lucio said, his hand reaching out and grabbing your shoulder, pulling you in front of him again. You froze as those eyes looked you over, scrutinizing every inch of your body. You quietly gulped, trying to hold your knees still and keep them from shaking. His golden gauntlet came under your chin, poking your head up. Forcing you to look up into those dangerous eyes. What was he thinking? Perhaps he was thing how he should have had you executed when you ran him over in the hallway? Or maybe he knew something about your past before you met Asra. Or maybe…

“Feel like playing a real game of doctor today?” he asked with a smug purr, shooting you a winning smile as his dimples winked at you. There was a faint dusting of blush on his cheeks, instantly making him look more personable and alive.

You gaped at him like a fish. Did… did he really just say that? Like… your face was going red, you could feel it. “I… I mean… I…”

His gauntlet seized your hand. “Excellent. Follow me then. I know this castle like the back of my hands.” He winked at you again before pulling you through a seemingly solid wall. The wall rippled around you, the magic cold and dense, before it ebbed away, swallowing you up like you were never there.

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Narnia:

Peter Pevensie(no smut)

Edmund Pevensie(no smut)

Caspian X

Babylon 5:

Jeffery Sinclair

John Sheridan

Stephen Franklin

G'kar

Marcus Cole

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

Aragorn

Legolas

Frodo Baggins

Samwise Gamgee

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshield

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Merlin:

Merlin

Arthur

Gwaine

Lancelot

The Arcana:

Julian

Asra

Muriel

Lucio

Divider make by: @justlgbtthings

#x reader #male reader #peter pevensie x male reader #edmund pevensie x male reader #caspian x male reader #aragorn x male reader #legolas x male reader #frodo x male reader #samwise x male reader #bilbo x male reader #thorin x male reader #kili x male reader #fili x male reader #too lazy to do the rest

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malaks-perch · 3 years ago

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Can a girl get uhhh alpha asra x omega fem!reader headcanons? I'm talking the fluffy stuffs and the sexy bits? Thank you in advance

alpha asra??? i’m so taking advantage of this, i mean *tries to be ominous* ahem.. alpha asra.. i see... let’s see what tales come of this~

warmings: there's angst, fluff, reader has bits and pieces of anxiety, jealous asra, reader's neighbor is an ass kinda, smutty, mention of hard ons, overstim, i tried to stay true to asra's nonbinary nature (if i didn't don't come for me), good nice fluffsies

how you meet

of course he’s out grumping around bc well he’s glum bc he picked a fight with another alpha over something he decides was tRiViAL

our asra doesn’t like fights, but this a-hole was pissing him off

but he’s wandering around the muddled, impoverished vesuvian regions and he’s vaguely aware of where he’s going bc he’s tipsy and feeling aimless as he walks

apparently tipsy asra shirks his moral compass and decides to swing into a little stand, it’s broken down and surrounded by plenty of people, he decides he’s got nowhere to go and stays waiting for a baked treat like everyone else

then he gets a whiff of something that makes him stumble

people are looking at him funny and he knows he’s not that drunk, but he’s reeling because there’s no way a pastry can smell that good

there’s a someone that’s nice enough to check on him, but he pays them no mind, instead he smells it now and he feels more awake with the bitter intoxication that tickles his nose. he’s tipsy, attempting to stand upright, and he’s gathering his bearings

but he inhales, swallowing down this intoxicating smell by a lungful and suddenly he’s drowning in it and his mind has hazed over in a completely different way

one minute he’s slumping into a wall and the next he finds himself stumbling and that somehow turns into running before he’s stopping and finds you, who is nestled deep in a crowd, with a scent cancelling collar hanging a little too low on your neck

how he smelled it whilst tipsy?? he has no clue, but he grabs the person walking behind him, exchanges the pastry in their hand with a generous amount of coin before he wills himself to approach you

asra prays to whatever stars are aligned that he doesn’t look creepy since he’s very out of breath when he approaches you

now asra worked up a sweat and his scent is rolling off of him in waves which gives you no room to doubt where it’s coming from

it’s so thick that it makes you choke and the intoxicating scent he chased turns sickly sweet, it makes a handful of people, including asra fall to their knees from how powerful the scent is

and you’re running away, he can barely smell you over all the distressed, angry scents being released, but his body is drunk and his mind is sober and he swears that he’ll never forget your scent and the distressed turn that he caused

he thinks about you that night, he can’t help it bc even buzzed, his body remembers you and the semi that’s firm on his leg won’t let him forget it

he tries to court you

he’d been looking endlessly for a couple of weeks; searching, asking anyone about your whereabouts, and even resorting to magic in hopes of a clue

but the moment he decided to take a break, there you were

he’s a little panicked bc your scent isn’t flowing towards him and he can’t identify you the only way his alpha knows how and it worsens when he realizes he didn’t bring a gift and faust is on his shoulder, rhythmically squeezing trying to get him to focus a little

the panicked scent caught your attention and you happen to meet his gaze and asra freezes where he is before his shoulders droop a little and he trudges over until he’s a little over six feet away.

his violet eyes flicker up to yours that are bright under the vesuvian sun and he sighs, a hand rubbing his neck as he tries to think, but then his nervous laugh flitters up and the panicking alpha inside him worsens when he realizes he has not a thing to say

“y, you may not remember me..” he starts, “but i was the drunk who was panting like a dog with a pastry in my hand.”

you curl in on yourself because how could you forget? his scent was overwhelming and then yours drowned his out completely before you ran away. it was truly an embarrassing scene.

“i remember” is all you say and he nods, muttering a ‘right’.

“i am so sorry for overwhelming you,” he waves his hands and he doesn’t let his gaze wander now that you’re in front of him. “i really loved your scent, i should’ve been more careful when i was trying to court you, and i hope that you’ll allow me to make it up to you or i could leave.”

honestly you’re surprised the alpha that smelled like liquor and bitter roses was apologizing despite the weeks that went by

and now that you’ve seen him in broad daylight, you’re really over the moon bc you’d been checking him out without really knowing who he was and you’re still wary given your last interaction, but given how he is now, you give him the chance

from there, asra really goes all out

every single time you meet, which is in the town square btw, his spicy-sweet scent rolling off him in waves with the lingering of the bittersweetness you could only match with that of blackberries

if his scent and how positively sexy he looks all the time isn’t gift enough, then whatever he has in hand is definitely enough

asra loves spoiling you and frankly, sees it as an excuse to go shopping

so he’s always bringing a new trinket that he saw in the market yesterday and thought you would like or surprise you with a plush throw that he has neatly tucked away in his bag that he couldn’t help himself from buying when the thought of you had come across his mind

he takes this courtship so seriously because he’s already made up in his mind that he wants this and he wants you to see it

there’s nothing to prove besides how he wants to be the best alpha he can for you

he’s a little wide-eyed when you take his hand, but he smiles and nuzzles his nose into your nape because he likes the yelp you give when he surprises you with affections

dating asra

he’s absolutely thrilled that you’ve chosen him to be your alpha

definitely believed that this was commendable enough to go out and have dinner together

dating this alpha asra includes lots and lots of scenting

the first time you were scented was a bit of an accident, you’d buried your face into his chest because you were embarrassed and the subtle mix of your scent made him bristle

his pupils were blown when you looked up and he forced his eyes away, muttering something about how your scent briefly overwhelmed him

it’s safe to say that he’s completely enthralled with how your scent mixed with his gives off the same scent as a spicy, full-bodied wine and a musk that vaguely reminds one of bittersweet roses

it’s quite unorthodox considering the earthier smells that are precedent for the average scent of an alpha, but you can’t bring yourself to hate how intoxicating it is

asra will usually be the one asking you to scent things for him because you’re rather shy whenever he tries to cuddle up next to you so having a pillow that reeks heavily of your scent is the next best thing

whenever you ask him to scent an article of clothing he tries to hide how excited he is, but his plan always falls through when you catch him eagerly rubbing away at his scent glands with a subtle purr

he’s not very jealous, but he doesn’t like when you come home and your scent isn’t your pure, unaltered perfume

he growls and gets a little grumpy if he realizes this and he’ll tug you to him, in the middle of dealing with a customer, to bury his head in your neck without breaking eye contact with the patron

if you scent him, he’s going to be purring and cuddling you no matter where you are it’s as simple as that, but he does try to keep it behind closed doors

he’s always warring with himself bc he loves scenting you, but he doesn’t like it when other people see all the love he has to give

he introduces you to muriel

both are absolutely taken with how you subtly hide behind asra at the mere sight of him and after a bit of talking, you find muriel’s also an omega and oddly enough hasn’t found any interest in dating alphas

you’re sure he has his reasons, but what had been tea with them both turned into exchanging nesting tips with muriel who seemed quite taken by what you had to say

asra spends the entire time looking at you and afterward noses your nape with a smile and noncommittally adds that he loves that muriel’s taken a liking to you

but he’s not so keen on how you and julian have come to know each other

it’s not that he didn’t intend for you to meet him or that julian’s a bit much sometimes, asra would like to think it’s the circumstances

he’s got his face buried into your neck and he’s glaring at julian from over your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle and you’re seated in his lap. asra’s never really gotten jealous so you don’t know what it looks like until julian is tossing his head back and laughing at a muttered quip you make

“it’s not that funny,” asra mutters. you tilt your head to get a look at his astonishing violet eyes that are cut at julian and his scent turned from the whisp of the roses you loved to the lone bitterness of burning blackberries.

your hand sat on his lap for reassurance, but they turned white from where they bundled into your clothes at julian's next words.

“i went to check up on you and you weren’t home, i guess i should’ve known someone else snatched you up.” asra didn’t even hear how julian added how glad he was that you were in good hands.

“he knows where you live?” and almost all self-restraint goes out the window when julian mentions having your spare key.

you forgot that you gave it to him and you’re about to check on asra when you feel his arms loosen. you might think he’s put off by the entire encounter until you feel that favorite spot on your neck being suckled.

julian flushes a bit, laughing and trying to help the conversation ease again, but asra grounds out a gravelly purr when you whimper quiet in your throat and he buries his face in your neck.

a knowing look passes his face when he glances over at julian, “keep talking. you’re still interested right, love?” he asks like you’re not shaking like a leaf in his lap.

asra gets so flustered whenever you bring it back up, he couldn’t help that particular urge

he does favor that he had you trembling in his lap though

tends to get more handsy the more intimate your relationship becomes and he’s not a big fan of pda, or at least he wasn’t before he met you

he’s such a doting alpha, making sure you had something to eat and making sure you stay hydrated

tell him about your day, he’s invested and you’ve noticed that he has a habit of multi-tasking and doing something as he listens, but that habit dissolves when it’s you

asra’s full attention lands on you, he always asks you to give him a moment if he’s doing something because he wants nothing distracting him from precious moments with his little omega

he does a lot to take care of you and when you remind him the same, make sure he’s properly taken care of himself, his eyes get a little misty

but if you think that’s extreme, you should see his face whenever you surprise him by coming over

the first time you came over unannounced, he squawked and buttressed himself between you and the stairs claiming he hasn’t gotten it to his standards

p.s. it’s already clean, he’s lowkey tidy like that, but he wanted it to be neat and clear whenever you decided to come along

if he notices your shoulders drop or your smile falter or even the tiniest note of disappointment in your voice, he’s caving in and leading you upstairs by the hand

the bed is cluttered with so many pillows and blankets, he can’t even look at you head on because he knows he’s gone overboard with the pillows that are on the floor and neatly folded blankets at the foot of his bed

he wanted to make sure you had enough of everything in case there were some pillows you didn’t like, but this man is the king of comfort so that’s impossible

his heart can barely take watching you scuttle around; analyzing and in awe at his comfy living space

but when he watches you bury yourself in the pillows on the bed, organizing them a tad before plopping down and relaxing on your back with a dazed smile on your lips, he sets a hand on his face and exhales

you might think he’s emotional, his partner- his omega came to check on him, loves his home, is sitting relaxed and feeling safe in his bed

you almost ask him what’s wrong until you see a muscle in his thigh twitch

it’s a muscle, but from the movement, you can tell it’s not his thigh

he loves cuddling with you and spends hours with his head in your lap bc there’s something about your hands playing in his hair that is so addicting

his purr is so sweet and you have a hard time saying no when it’s cut short by a curt hum, questioning why you stopped

kissing is more intense because he’s connected to you in away that no one else can be and he melts when you initiate and you do so a lot more than he does because of it

his body falls slack and his arms, if he’s not holding something, wrap around you immediately bc for him it’s instinct at this point

he loves pecking your nose, but his favorite spots are your nape and your thighs

he’s indifferent about leaving marks, but he likes marking your nape before you go out or he likes leaving a few on your thighs bc when his hand falls to them it’s a reminder that only he can leave such a trivial thing in such an intimate place

he takes them more seriously when you stop taking scent suppressants bc apparently you’re scent is like a candle and he hates it when alphas flock to it like moths

as long as he can mark your nape and place a couple marks that are subtle and not outrageously causing you embarrassment, he’s fine, but his alpha still presses him to rub the bitter intoxicant that is his scent all over you before you decide to leave

you finally decide to take him to your home and he’s moved when he gets there

he doesn’t care where you live (as long as the neighborhood is okay and no one’s openly flirting or bothering you, it’s okay) bc just getting to be here, in a place that you’re so careful to reveal to people

asra is in love with your place and if he’s not feeling good, maybe another alpha pissed him off or maybe he simply misses you, he’ll close up shop and head over to your place

he notices you’re a little nervous when he comes around, but as much as you try to deny it, he can smell your distressed scent and he’s not having it

you sort out a little knock and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you happy whenever you hear it and rush to the door

and while we’re on the subject, asra is scary when someone causes you an upset

you’ve never seen anyone more cutthroat than him

you went shopping with him and someone scared you, accidentally bumping into you and it was a beta as big as muriel who shyly apologized for making you chirp aloud

asra was at your side in a blink of an eye, nosing you and making sure you were okay and he cocked a brow at the beta, “be more careful” is all he’ll growl at the beta like it wasn’t your fault for not paying attention

but if someone upsets you, he senses it when you’re not around?

once he was at the shop and he suddenly felt like he should check on you so he swung by your place and a neighbor of yours was talking to you, holding a hand over his nose and flailing his arms

you look so small and asra will approach, pulling you by the arm very carefully and leaning you towards him so his forehead bumps yours

then it occurs to him that your neighbor is still yelling and when he finds that it’s about some clothes that were left hanging on the fence that wound up catching your scent, you notice something dull in his eyes

asra’s brows lift, but you can’t see amiable light that makes a home in the whirls of fuchsia irises as he walks over to your neighbor who hasn’t noticed even when asra lifts the shirt to his nose and tosses it onto your neighbor’s bushes, “it doesn’t smell like linen. so?” you’ve never heard his voice without it’s light tone and it’s bone-chilling, but your neighbor hasn’t caught onto why you’re shying away yet.

“so?” your neighbor almost roars, “i think you need to get that omega in line! whenever i do my laundry, that rotten-”

“watch-” asra matches his tone and your neighbor takes a half step back at the loudness your seemingly docile alpha was capable of, “your tone.” his voice is quieter and the atmosphere becomes eerily timid as he continues, “i think you owe my omega an apology. you put your laundry out apparently knowing the risk of a scent mixing.”

your neighbor bristles when asra mentions reporting this as harassment and suddenly the snappy neighbor can’t look either of you in the eye when asra’s growl is low and shaking everything in a six foot radius from the depth of his chest.

“apologize.” he gets louder, “now.”

he’s not sorry for that one, your neighbor deserved it and is the quietest you’ve ever known them to be

asra’s not possessive, but when he’s asleep you become his teddy bear

when you get up to use the bathroom, he growls a warning in his sleep and tugs you back towards him and when you mention it to him while he’s awake, he simply shrugs with a smirk asking if you object to it

he pouts if you say yes

you spend a lot of your time at his place because he doesn’t like getting up to go to work and have to leave you so comfortably nuzzled in a place that smells of you and him

mornings with him include: lazy kisses, massages, lots of cuddling and sleepy murmurs of sweet nothings, scenting, marking, and his low growls when you tell him it’s time to wake up

he’s insatiable, morning and night, but he’s a little more... sensitive during his ruts

ruts, heats, and other things

he spent a couple ruts by himself without your knowledge

he’s the type of person that you won’t know is in rut unless you go visit him

once you obliviously went to visit him during a rut and there was a sign on his door marked: not home, try again later with a couple hearts on it but a faint noise gave him away

he moaned and you yipped before scurrying away, he blushes so hard when he heard you squeak and he would’ve been ashamed if he didn’t want to hear that sound whilst you were beneath him

asra asks if you’d be willing to help him with his heats, not in a way that you would simply help him out with a task, but if you felt comfortable with stepping that boundary for yourself, then he would very much appreciate the help

it’s honestly so sweet how he’s open with you and puts himself out there, you love it and don’t take it for granted bc ahh, what a lover he is

when your heat is coming up and you tell him that you’re ready for this step in your relationship where he helps you with your upcoming heat, he’s blown away

it was casually mentioned when no one was in the shop and asra’s knees almost lock up so he has to lean onto the sturdiest thing closest to him because he wasn’t expecting you to say it this casually or openly

he has time lined up for when this sort of thing happens, excuses are at the ready for when it comes time to be with you in a way he’s daydreamed about more than he likes to admit

by helping you with your heat, you also showed him a more vulnerable side that he’d almost completely forgotten about

he bursts into tears when you show him your nest

he recognizes every single article in it, things that he’s given you when he was trying to prove himself to you, pillows, blankets, clothes that he’d scented for you and even some of his things sprinkled in there

it shouldn’t surprise him, but it does and he slides to the floor because he’s so lucky to have you and that your trust extends to him at such a length

he really loves being in the nest and the coming days, when he’s not buying food with you or stocking up on water, medicine, and bandages (if neeeded) then he’s napping and cuddling you in this nest you’ve created

when your heat does come around, he knows that there’s no way he can feel for anyone else the way he does for you

he was taking a nap with you and woke up to you whining in your sleep, your hips twitching a little

the only thing he could think to do was appreciate how you trusted him

everything took a turn after that

you’ve cum so many times already and you’re shaking from your orgasm a few seconds ago, your chin resting on your chest as you gasped and your legs twitched as you looked down at asra

he’s as overstimulated as you are, his legs gave out a while back and you’ve only taken over for an hour or so, fingers pinching his puffy nipples making him arch and whimper a shaky moan, his hands squeezing your hips before your own retreat to bring his up to your chest

his brow quirks as he watches you pleasure yourself, “not enough, omega?”

it’s your turn to whimper, hand clamped over your mouth, but he tears it away from you, hand coming down to stroke your hyper sensitive sex and you cry out, back arching and hips bucking with his ministrations.

he can only watch in awe as he’s on the cusp of his own orgasm from you simply brushing over his sex like this.

“so pretty,” he slurs as your hips start bucking again, “tha’s right, use me, ‘mega. take what you need, pretty.”

in the window between you being sated or sleeping, he makes sure you’re eating how you need

of course he’s been making sure he’s staying hydrated and taking care of himself, but seeing that you can’t do much between the urges that drive you, he finds that carrying you or helping you to drink when you’re a bit too dazed makes his heart flutter

he’s so in love with you

in your sweat and cum stained state, he loves you so much and he makes sure you know between all the manhandling and lovemaking that he does and that he’s here for you

but if you think you’re needy then he’s definitely worse in his rut

the moment his restraint snaps, you’re in for it

he can’t take anyone else being around and he needs you to be at home with him, so i hope you’ve taken a few weeks off bc there’s going to be the rut, the aftercare, then the week of apologies

asra isn’t as needy as you think, he goes on longer than usual, canines threatening to sink into your neck as he fucks you on the dining room table for a few hours before begrudgingly letting you move to the bed

he’ll scent you with a hard on, face burying itself in your neck and lapping at the skin and purring at the taste of your scent so strongly mixed with his

asra needs to be reassured that you’re his mate and that no one else is going to take you from him

sure he’s definitely hard up for you, but he needs you to reassure him bc ruts are vulnerable times as much as heats are for omegas

his scent is unorthodox and you’ll hear him ask you about it more than once, asking if you’re sure you want to be with someone who smells like roses and blackberries rather than the salt water and leather that julian exudes

once those thoughts subside, i really think you should go down on him

it’s a mutual treat for everyone, i assure you

seeing him throw his head back and cry out when your tongue goes a little too low on his pelvis, it’s quite a sight to see when he’s shaking and gasping out moans as he cums too hard and finds himself half howling

after the period of sporradic sex is over, he spends so much time sleeping with you, spending the time regaining energy, bathing with you, and scenting you so much that your scent glands will reek of him for days on end

if you end up being marked, then you’d best take a long time off because he’ll want nothing but you for the next month so i truly hope the two of you can work something out

asra is such a doting caring alpha and any omega would be lucky to have him

but they don’t have him~

you do

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leighsartworks216 · 3 years ago

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Rules

- I will 100% write for all pronouns!!! I'm going to try writing most of my fics as gender neutral, so unless you specifically ask for different pronouns, I will most likely continue this trend (Male readers are so heccin valid please feel so welcome to request specific stuff too <3)

- I also write for trans readers, whether that be MTF, FTM, nonbinary or others

- I would be more than happy to write for poly relationships, so feel free to request poly stuff if that is more comfortable for you <3

- I don't like yandere stuff, the concept itself makes me uncomfortable, so I won't do yandere stuff

- I don't care how hot professor x student stuff is for y'all, as a student myself it makes me uncomfortable too and feels wrong personally so I won't write it either

- I will write smut now!! There are certain kinks or things I don’t enjoy and thus won’t write for, but I am open to writing it now

- Hurt/Comfort fics are welcome and encouraged!! I put trigger warnings anywhere I think needs it, so please be sure to read the warnings under each title/on each post and feel free to tell me if there's any triggers on a story I should add to the warnings :)

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- I will NOT write characters being abusive (physically, emotionally, mentally, controlling in an abusive way such as manipulating, etc - lying to fulfill a scheme doesn’t count), but I would be more than happy to write about them helping you get OUT of an abusive relationship. (And if y’all ever need to talk, for any reason, just hmu on insta @/pokemon216 just lemme know why I’m being dm’d by a stranger first lol)

Characters I’ll Write For

- Loki Laufeyson (Marvel)

- Sylvie (Loki TV Series)

- Mobius M. Mobius (Loki TV Series)

- Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

- Qui-gon Jinn (Star Wars)

- Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park)

- Probably also Dr. Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)

- Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

- Jaskier (The Witcher)

- I can try Yennefer if someone requests it lol (The Witcher)

- Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS)

- Abby Sciuto (NCIS)

- Dr. Mallard/Ducky (NCIS; only platonic or familial)

- Aragorn (Lord of the Rings)

- Legolas (Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit)

- Thranduil (The Hobbit)

- Asra (The Arcana)

- Julian (The Arcana)

- Muriel (The Arcana)

- Lucio (The Arcana)

- Astrellio (For The Love Of Gods)

- Vidas (For The Love Of Gods)

- Eeri (For The Love Of Gods)

- Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

- Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

- Darkiplier (Markiplier)

- Wilford Warfstache (Markiplier)

- Host (Markiplier)

- Yancy (Markiplier)

- Illinois (Markiplier)

- Damien (Markiplier)

- Eric Derekson (Markiplier)

- Indiana Jones (... Indiana Jones)

- Link (Breath of the Wild, Ocarina of Time - they’re the only ones I’ve played sue me)

- Revali (Breath of the Wild)

- Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)

- Turnip Head/Prince Justin (Howl’s Moving Castle)

- Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes)

- 9th Doctor (Doctor Who)

- 10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

- 11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

- Data Soong (Star Trek)

- Spock (Star Trek)

- Leonard “Bones” McCoy (Star Trek)

- Astarion Ancunin (Baldur’s Gate 3)

- Wyll Ravenguard (Baldur's Gate 3)

- Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

- Zayne (Love and Deepspace)

If I think of any more I’ll add them to the list, but also just feel free to ask if I write for somebody

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to0thach3 · 5 years ago

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bridges (asra x f!reader) (alt. version)

This is an alternate version of my first fic, using he/him pronouns for Asra rather than they/them, which was a bit confusing to read. The reader can be changed to male or nonbinary using interactivefics or a similar extension. Replace her->him, she->he, she->they, etc.

Prompt: “Once we cross this bridge, nothing will ever be the same. You’re okay with that?” She smiled. “Absolutely.”

She tried focusing - on her footsteps, the sound of his breathing, the thunder in the distance - on anything other than what they were about to do.

It was a beautiful evening, even she would have to admit. The sun was just sinking below the horizon, basking the whole city in pink and golden light. Looking at the man walking beside her, she realized that she had a particularly gorgeous view.

Asra was glowing, and it was if every beam of light in his vicinity was just drawn to him. The deep colors and shimmering fabrics of his travelling get-up made him look like a prince, the collar of hammered gold around his throat gleaming like a crown. Royalty.

“Stop that,” Asra murmured, breaking her concentration.

She felt a smile playing upon the corners of her mouth and fought to keep it in check. “Stop what?”

He tilted his head and studied her. “Looking at me like that. Like…” He stumbled over his words. “Like I’m something more than I am. Like I’m something more than you.”

“You’re everything,” she stated simply, firmly.

Color flooded his face, deepening the bronze tone of his skin. “Stop,” he pleaded. “If you knew half of what I’ve done, you wouldn’t say things like that.”

She rolled her eyes, a twinge of irritation clouding her affectionate mood. “If I knew half of what you did, I wouldn’t need to rely on you so much.”

He winced, and she felt a strange surge of victory course through her.

“That’s not your fault,” he said softly. “If you still had those memories, you’d be leagues above me by now. Your capabilities are…” He stopped his quick pace to run a hand through his white locks and look toward the sky, now a deep orange. “Frightening.”

Her brow furrowed. That was a word Asra had never used in that context before. Amazing, frequently, vast, yes, but frightening?

She stayed quiet for a few moments as they resumed walking, mulling over the speech she had been piecing together since they’d left the shop that morning. Once the palace was in view - pearlescent towers and gold-gilded turrets, windows of wavy blue glass and the crest of Vesuvia stamped on every other brick - she felt a new pressure in her chest.

“I don’t like this, Asra,” she admitted, slowing as the intricate bridge to the palace drew closer. “It’s odd, don’t you think? First Ilya is summoned, now me? What use could they have for a walking corpse?”

Asra stiffened before halting in his tracks completely. He turned toward her, his eyes flashing in a way she’d never seen before. “Don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” she muttered, “but it’s hard to be an optimist when you’re the next victim of the incurable plague.” She shifted the green-tinted glasses she wore at Asra’s insistence, for reasons he never felt the need to explain. Her guess, so he didn’t have to watch the way her eyes turned a deeper shade of crimson with each passing day.

Her master watched her intently, the way she fiddled with the metal arms of her glasses persistently. Finally he stepped toward her, grabbing her wrist and pulling it to his chest.

“Hey, hey,” he said soothingly, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Hey, look at me.”

She felt the heat behind her eyes and fought to keep the tears back. If she cried, there’d be blood, and the red streaks down her cheekbones would do nothing more than draw attention to the fact that she was yet another hopeless victim of the Red Plague.

“I’m fine.” She tried to let some venom, some stitch of resentment come through in her voice, ripping her hand from Asra’s hold. “I just don’t understand why the Count called me here. Why risk it? I should have been drafted out to the Lazaret weeks ago.” The boats that carried people to that isle of the damned left at each nightfall, taking Vesuvians as soon as the veins in their wrists turned that sickly shade of red. “Instead I’m summoned to the palace. I just…” She considered biting her tongue to spare her teacher any worry. “My last defense, the only thing that wasn’t taken with my memories was my intuition, and Asra… I have a bad feeling.”

Her companion brought her hand to his lips, peppering kisses along her knuckles as he spoke. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. That includes crossing this bridge.”

She glanced at the sky, a rich shade of carmine. Some cruel joke, or an omen, perhaps.

Asra noticed the direction of her gaze and sat swiftly on the low wall beside the bridge, tugging her down as well. “Come on, sit with me.”

And so she let herself rest for a moment, leaning into Asra’s side to keep her skin from touching the cool iron bars. The walls were low enough that she could dip her legs into the water if she turned toward the river. On some of the hotter days in the summer, where customers were few and far between, Asra had taken her swimming at the East Docks. Those were days she treasured, a secret part of her mind memorizing how Asra had looked with water dripping from his hair, his face young and carefree.

The water here was somehow clearer than at the Docks. When she twisted her torso around, she could see the both of them reflected as if by a mirror.

Asra watched her, a funny smirk twitching at his lips. “Here,” he said, kicking his legs over the wall to turn himself toward the water before motioning for her to do the same. They both slid their sandals off before allowing their legs to sink into the water. A little laugh bubbled up in her throat before she could stop it, and Asra looked delighted. The reflected color of the sky was the same shade of red that brought a grimace to her face, so Asra kicked at the water, and the image rippled away.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Of course.” He tilted his head again. “I meant it, you know. You don’t have to go to the palace.”

“Yes, I do,” she sighed. “I just hate the idea of being there alone with the Count.”

Asra barked out what might have been a choked laugh. “Alone? Are you kidding? You think I’d leave you there with that creep?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Please. I’ll be there with you as long as need be.”

She smiled, maybe a little too quickly. “Promise?”

“Promise. As long as you want me there, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll always want you there,” she said, turning her gaze toward the darkening violet sky. “You know that, Asra.”

The smile on his face was impossibly hopeful. “Once we cross this bridge, nothing will ever be the same. You’re okay with that?”

She smiled. “Absolutely.”

#the arcana #asra the magician #asra x reader #writing prompt #the arcana asra #christos writes

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veiljumpernyssa · 6 years ago

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After I saw @wastelandwandererstuff‘s post about Elise I got inspired and remembered I’d never done one for my main apprentice. I also have a page for her: clicky

Basics:

Name: Dayana Firestone (Daya to her friends - it’s pronounced like Diana)

Gender: Nonbinary

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/they, though she doesn’t really care about pronouns

Other:

Family: None living. She had two dads and an aunt, but they’re gone now.

Birthplace: Vesuvia

Job(s): Magician/Shopkeep

Phobias: She doesn’t actually have any real phobias. Not super fond of tight spaces though.

Guilty Pleasures: Sweets, horror novels, and getting readings from those fake tarot readers in the marketplace.

Hobbies: Gardening, dancing, herbalism, exploring the city

Morals:

Alignment: Chaotic good

Sins: Lust / Greed / Envy / Gluttony / Pride / Wrath / Sloth

Virtues: Charity / Chastity / Diligence / Humility / Temperance / Kindness / Patience

This or That:

introvert / extrovert / ambivert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in-between / depends

patient / impatient / in-between

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in-between

hard-working / lazy / in-between

Relationships:

OTP: Daya x Asra

Acceptable Ships: Daya x Julian, Daya x Nadia, Daya x Muriel (possibly??)

OT3: Daya x Asra x Julian or Daya x Asra x Muriel

BroTP: Daya x Portia, Daya x Nadia, Daya x Selasi

NOTP: Daya x Lucio (never in a million years)

#the arcana game #fan apprentice #dayana firestone

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 7 months ago

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Magician Asra Masterlist

Maybe It Was Fate

-when Asra's on one of his travels, he meets reader.

(first meeting.)

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solani-and-ashe · 7 years ago

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Current Queue-Normal

I’m actually going to be closing requests soon what with tumblr shut down of porn lmao- This blog will still be running, but A) I need a break due to mental health B) Sob backlog 1- Asra/Magician- sequel to his run in with the devil 10% 2- Mer Asra 3- this time with tentacle 0% 3- Magician/Reader/Asra 3 way double the Asra double the fun 40% (Discord gift) 4- Apprentice/Lucio- 30% (Discord gift) 5- Vampire! Julian and Vampire! Asra x nonbinary AFAB reader 0% 6- threesome between julian, lucio, and the devil, DP and nipple play on Julian-0% 7- Sub f!apprentice x dom!Nadia x dom!Lucio. Menge trois with public humiliation, breeding kink- 0% Not Started Yet and on the backlog 8- Fae!Asra Training his pet/ dressing them up/getting pet drunk/collar gifting/The good old classic trapped fae lover dark shit 9- Shifter!Nadia A/B/O- knotting reader 10- Mer!Asra- F!Reader getting up to things before birthing 11- Mer or Fae Asra (will likely be darker Asra) 12- Fae!Asra/Human Pet- possessive Asra 13- valdemar + @ask-the-plagued-apprentice 14- Naga!Asra but Fluff 15- Naga!Asra sequel 16- Julian/f!MC fluff/smut Monster my choice 17- Demon!Valerius with an inexperienced magician? 18- Dragon Asra/Julian w/ their human GF 19- Birb!Julian/Reader

20-Fae!Asra/F!Reader 21- Sounding w/ OC(Artisan) and Lucio 22-Valdemar/F!Reader 23-Devil/F!Reader/Valdemar- cum stuffing/breeding 24- Vampire!Nadia/Reader- Feeding inner thigh, trance 25-Demon!Valerius/Reader- hyper possessive (based on HC list)

#current queue

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stardustincarnate · 4 years ago

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SUN IS UP // Julian Devorak x Reader x Asra Alnazar

WORD COUNT: 2226

GENRE: Fluff

Little rays of golden sunshine pass through the gaps of small, gathered clouds that brim in the sky. It's a perfect afternoon for a picnic or a languid stroll in the palace maze, however, your master, Asra, who had just come back from his adventures in who-knows-where, had other plans in mind and suggested that you two stroll through the forest with the intent of practicing and strengthening your magic while spending time with each other, and maybe to later on visit an old friend as well.

"Ready now? Don't worry. Just relax and focus. You can do it. You've always been a fast learner."

Asra gives you an encouraging and infectious smile. You take a deep breath and nod, closing your eyes and letting the magic run through your body. Intangible, seemingly effervescent bubbles flow from your fingertips to ground, reaching out for the crux of each tree which gladly and under your command glows, bringing out its inner beauty. Once you feel like you're done you open your eyes and see the look of surprise on Asra's face. He beams proudly at you.

"You are magnificent [Y/N]! Look.. They're beautiful!"

You both incline down to scrutinize the orchids glowing bright pink, some purple, some blue. The purple ones definitely suit Asra and his aura, you think.

"You never fail to amaze me." He mumbles, the jovial tone which he can't help in his voice vivid. You feel your face heating up.

"Perks of having the best mentor."

"Hmm do I sense flattery?"

"It's a fact! Besides, you are a flatterer yourself."

"I suppose I can't argue with that." He giggles in glee. You find him.. exceedingly light-hearted today. No worries or anything that can divert and take over his joy. Like his smile, his mood is infectious that it causes you to temporarily forget your worries and tiresome tasks, such as the deceased Count's goat-ghost that is still haunting the city.

"Friend!"

Faust sneaks out of Asra's sleeve and glides towards you, squeezing your arms which made you giggle. You give her head a quick pat and she finds new refugee in your shirt.

"Are you hungry [Y/N]?"

"Not really."

As soon as you say that your stomach rumbles and betrays you. Embarrassed, you avoid the teasing look in his face and clear your throat.

"Oh what is that? Someone really got hungry. I knew we should've passed by the baker first.. Sorry [Y/N]. I know you want some pumpkin bread but I'm afraid I can't recreate its recipe. It's too delicious! I did bring some snacks though."

"Well for all I know it could've been your stomach.."

"I don't think so.." His cheeks turn red; turns out he's just as hungry as you are since he also gets betrayed by his stomach. "We should probably eat now. The forest feels less oppressing so it's safe to say nothing will bother us. Come on."

You nod and the search for a favorable area began. Once you find one you motion him to the glowing mahogany tree. You two sit with a close proximity, your backs resting against the tree's huge trunk with one of your legs folded towards your body. Asra produces a thin, checkered blanket and places it in front before taking out a bunch of snacks from his sling bag— snacks which include bread (unfortunately not the pumpkin one), biscuits, and fresh picked fruits that can suffice more than two people actually. He also produces a jar and two glasses, leaving you the honor of filling it with water; but you have something else in mind. You fill the glasses with each of your favorite juice.

It looks like it ends up as a picnic after all. You and Asra will banter every now and then to the point that some things he says almost make you spit out the juice in his face. He laughs and asks if he even needs to bring up a protective shield just to be safe from you.

"Anyway, are you all good and enjoying your stay at the palace?"

"Absolutely. The Countess is very kind. I've made some friends too. All is good, but maybe except for the fact that the Count's ghost is still there. I would often hear strange whispers.. Creepy, aren't they?"

The wind somehow gets colder at the mention of him. And you suddenly feel like being watched.

"Why won't he just leave you alone?" His gaze darkens. You shrug and divert the topic. "Ah, enough of me though! It's always about me but what about you? I really missed you. Can you— can you just stop disappearing so often from me?"

His expression softens as he looks at you, his frown turning to a smile that somehow looks rather sad. "I missed you too, so much. I'm sorry [Y/N]. I promise I won't leave you again. The next time, we leave together. I don't wanna explore the magical realms alone; I wanna explore it with you," however his smile falters, but soon returns. "Even though I'm worried of what might happen.. I don't want to keep you waiting anymore."

"Oh, Asra.." You blush. You swear you have the strongest urge to caress his cheek right now. But, just then, you hear movements from a near distance. The leaves rustle and you catch a glimpse of a figure who vanishes in the blink of an eye. The forest's glow disappears in correspondence to your dread.

"Asra! Did you see that??"

"Yes. I take back what I said about nothing bothering us." He heaves a sigh and stands up, sharply looking around. "There!" He points to the left.

"Could it be the Count?"

"There is a possibility."

You both scamper to where you've last seen the figure. But instead of you finding it, it finds you. And with a flourish.

You turn around, and standing in front of you with a sheepish smile on his face is a red-headed, lanky figure who broke into your shop twice. The supposed murderer of the late Count, Julian Devorak.

"..Julian..??!"

"Well hello there [Y/N]! We meet again, by the work of fate!"

"Ilya?!" Said's eyes widen at the voice. "What are you doing here?!"

"Uh.. A-Asra! Err, uhm, doing my part as a fugitive?"

"How about I tell the palace guards where you are?" Asra manages to jest. "But seriously, what are you doing here?! What if you get caught?"

"Then I get caught."

You scratch your head as the two continue to disagree with one another, almost forgetting your presence.

"Err— what— what are you doing here??"

"I'm with [Y/N]. We're having a date, as you can see."

He emphasizes the word. Well.. he's not wrong.

"Aww [Y/N], already forgetting those trysts we had?"

Julian teases, only emphasizing your blush. You look at Asra and back at him before looking away to not be noticed. Maybe your strategy works because none of them utters a word for a few awkward seconds. Julian only keeps that proud, imbecile grin of his while Asra's gaze is firm on you.

You scratch your nape and clear your throat.

"Hey, since all three of us are here.. Hmm.. Why don't you join us, Julian?"

"[Y/N]!"

"Thank you for the offer [Y/N] my dear, but.." He shifts his now timid gaze to Asra with a sheepish blush invading his cheeks.

"We do have enough food, don't we Asra?"

"Yeah. Food that's soon gonna get eaten by forest animals if we don't head back right now. I suppose you can join us. You must be hungry too Ilya after continuously wandering from one place to another."

"Really??" For a second he's surprised but that smirk invades his face once again. "Oh but I don't wanna involve you in my afflictions! Especially you, [Y/N]. You're the Countess' guest! What if guards catch us three together? The magician, with their master, who's supposed to be catching this nefarious murderer of Count Lucio, is instead hanging out with him? I don't want them to think you two are my acc—"

He stops when he realizes that none of you are listening to him, already heading back to the spot which you've left the snacks on. You pivot and motion him to follow, in which he did with his cheeks red.

"Also, Ilya, stop confessing for a crime you did not commit."

You are in the middle of them and you can clearly sense how tense Julian is when Asra is directly talking to him, while the latter is only chill about it. Julian blushes every now and then which you find rather adorable. But, of course it makes sense, having a sudden conversation with your ex whom you hadn't talked with for three years straight.

"How are you so sure that I didn't commit the crime?"

"Because you're just the kind of person who's guilty for something he didn't really do."

"What..? I am??"

"Why are you only realizing this now.."

"Oh, oh, but Asra I've done horrible things. Like.. like breaking into your shop. Not only once, but twice! Scaring your dear apprentice."

"Breaking into a shop is not the same as murdering someone. I'm still not convinced that you really did it."

You butt in. "Yeah, we're not convinced. So don't do something so stupid like turning yourself in while we're here and still unravelling the real thing that happened that night."

"Ah, well, I suppose you have a point there.." You three sit down, now basking in the afternoon sunlight as the clouds that were once covering it had already drifted away. You frown, shooing the ants away from your beloved loaf. Julian gulps down water from the jar itself in a way that makes him look like he hadn't drunk in a while. He chews on the biscuits as he continues, "Even I myself can't remember the details that happened that night vividly."

Asra heaves a heavy sigh. "And you also turned yourself in three years ago before disappearing to who-knows-where, and now here you are.."

"But I was—I am—sure that I murdered the Count. That's the only plausible explanation."

You puff your cheeks and shake your head vigorously. "Ya know, we're trying to prove you innocent here, okay?"

You gnaw your lower lip. You didn't mean to snap at him. "Ah, sorry Julian! Please don't think I'm mad at you—"

"It's okay," he smiles and pats your shoulder reassuringly. "I should stop talking about the murder. We're here to enjoy after all, aren't we?"

"Hmm." Asra assents.

The birds chirp from a nearby distance as you finish your snacks, soon laying and ridiculously squishing one another on the blanket which obviously can barely fit you three. Giggles echo throughout the forest and in the end you end up tossing the blanket to the side, which is a bad idea since when you lie down little, sharp, spiky objects hit your backs, causing you to wince.

"..This really isn't the perfect place to have a normal picnic, isn't it?"

"Agreed. The palace garden is, but.. we do have a wanted murderer here with us."

That supposed murderer beams, slumping against the trunk before looking at the two of you upon a realization.

"Wait! You two are magicians.. Can't you just produce a larger blanket..?"

You and Asra look at each other, communicating in telepathy.

"Why didn't we think of that?"

At the thought you both channel your magic to the existing blanket to enlarge it. And finally, you three can lie on it without any worries.

You look at the bright blue sky. You smile at the mirthful feeling that's suddenly invading your body. The moment seems perfect, as if nothing can ever ruin it. The view is already mesmerizing enough to create bubbles of happiness swelling in your chest, but being with these two people—people you've grown rather fond of—is what makes it even more beauteous.

"AAACK!"

Julian squirms, startling you and Asra.

"Squeeze!"

"Aahhh! What is this?? Get it off!"

"Aww Faust, come here! Seems like our Julian doesn't like being squeezed that much." You grin mischievously. Faust slithers to you and squeezes you instead.

You sigh out of contentment and chuckle to yourself. Asra's fluffy hair is tickling your ears on the left while Julian's is barely touching your nape. He straightens one leg and lifts it up to lean his foot against the trunk, making both you and Asra laugh.

So far and no doubt you're enjoying things the way they are a lot. You look to your left, Asra's white hair obscuring some of your vision. But later on it disappears, leaving you confused for a split-second, but then you come to a realization that it's actually...

"A goat! There's a goat!"

"What? Where??" Julian jolts upwards and frantically looks around.

"It's Lucio!" Asra does as well, pointing to where he recently appeared. Through gritted teeth he says, "That darn—! He really knows when to ruin our fun."

"Mine.. Thief..."

His voice lingers in your head. Irked, you shut your eyes, trying to get rid of the nuisance that he is, and when you opened them a dark gaze invaded your eyes.

"Julian, Asra, c'mon up! We're gonna go goat-hunting!"

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana x reader #the arcana x you #nonbinary mc #asra #asra alnazar #asra x reader #julian devorak #julian devorak x reader #asra alnazar x reader #julian x reader x asra #reader insert #the arcana imagines

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