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yaboizander · 2 years

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laurensxox · 3 years

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Fandom :: The Arcana

Pairing :: Julian Devorak x Reader (Not Apprentice)

Requested? :: no

Warning/s :: Julian's Route (Upright) and New Tale Spoilers, Named Apprentice, Female Reader, Chronic Illness, Swearing, Author is projecting their longing

Genre :: Angst

Summary :: Julian spends the night reminiscing over childhood memories and longing to go back to the past where he was in Nevivon again, playing as carefree as one can be with the one person he truly cared about other than his younger sister

Author's Note :: Stark, if you're reading this, I'm fighting you for this dramatic, self-sacrificing dumbdumb-

Song Inspiration :: Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

Portia's Cottage :: Just After Sundown

A chuckle left the auburn haired man as he watches Pasha relay stories of their childhood to their friends, informing them of how they were raised by a group of grandmothers and how their parents actually perished from a shipwreck caused by a rather strong storm. Mazelinka quickly add in how much of a troublemaker the two of them has become as the years pass by, didn't even waste the chance to tell them about the tooth fairy situation which caused Julian to go beet red in mild embarassment. Their friends were in no need to know that story!

Shaking his head, he let a more genuine smile form on his face. As embarrassed as he is right now, he was happy to see everyone laughing jovially without the fear of Lucio's plans with the Devil weighing on their shoulders. A warm sensation forms in his chest as he tries to hold in his laughter as Pasha nearly slips on her feet with her excitement to share their history. It was nice to be able to just laugh and and thrive in the positive energy inside the cottage! Even Muriel, their very introverted friend, seems to be relaxed as he lets Allen (Apprentice) braid his hair using flower stems while Asra leans on his side.

Looking at the trio and sensing the strong forming bond between Pasha and the Countess, Julian couldn't help the small pang of longing swell somewhere within himself. He couldn't stop his mind from pushing forward memories he tried to bury and lock away.

"Ilya, help! I'm slipping!"

"Don't worry, I'll catch you!"

The longing pang quickly turned to pain as the memories rushes back to the surface. He could feel his hand start to tremble as the formerly locked away memories barrels it's way to the front of his mind. Jumbled memories of playing tag and tending to scraped knees should have made him feel fond but it makes feel nothing but longing. Longing for a time and companionship he knows he'll never be able to have again.

Taking a deep breath, he hadn't noticed that he had closed his eyes until he opened them. With him being occupied with trying to stir himself away from the path of self-loathing once again, he hadn't noticed how quiet the cottage had gotten, its other residents looking at him with concerned eyes. Not even the Familiars scattered in the room made a noise.

He forced a laugh to ease the sudden change of atmosphere in the cottage, hoping it sounded convincing enough to clear the concern away from his family and friends' eyes. While he has come to terms that it's okay to ask and receive help instead of keeping things to himself, he still struggles with it. And it was obvious with the way he tries to act like he was okay, that he wasn't just bombarded with memories he doesn't want to remember.

"What is with that look, my dear friends? I am perfectly well, no worries!" he exclaimed, giving them his usual smirk and raised eyebrow, internally hoping it'll be enough to convince them that there was nothing to be concerned about. "There is nothing in this world that this handsome and smart devil can't handle!" His little comment about himself seems to be the right thing to say as his friends immediately rolled their eyes in fond exasperation. Although, by the look of his sister and honorary grandmother, he guessed that they have seen right through him and he can already see his funeral-

He gave a small sigh and let a small weary look replace his earlier expression, "I'll just head outside to take in a quick breath of fresh air," he said as he quickly exited the cottage before his two family member could say anything. Knowing that they'll probably just follow right after him, he quickly made his way away from the cottage and into the hedge maze by the palace gardens. It took him a while to get to the center but he was relieved to see it empty. Consul Valerius has taken to drinking his usual wine there in this time so he was quite happy to see that for once, the Consul broke his routine. He needed to be alone right now.

Taking a seat in one of the chairs surrounding a rounded table, he crossed his arms on the table and used it to rest his head upon. Taking another deep breath to calm his racing heart, he closed his eyes.

Maybe he needs to stop locking away these memories, he has only done so before due to his need to focus on finding the cure for the plague and then having to focus to not get caught by the patrolling palace guards when he was still a wanted convict. The memories and the longing for his childhood best friend used to be a big distraction for him while he was still working under Valdemar.

He didn't need to do any of those anymore... So maybe...

The soft rapid footsteps echoed in the small forest near the town of Nevivon, followed by the childish giggling of two children. Both children wore a tattered white sheet of cloth, the corners wrapped around their necks in a way that resembles that of a cape. Whilst in their heads rests crudely made paper crowns.

Young Julian and his best friend, (Y/N), were already considered too old for these kind of games by some of the grandmas and fellow children but the two gave them no mind, choosing to continue living in their fantasy world until they were truly too old for it.

The two children stopped once they have reached the center of the forest where a small meadow hides in. It was decorated by dozens of wild flowers and the breeze were always refreshing. The two has deemed this as their spot when they had first found it years ago, back when they were much younger.

They call the meadow as their kingdom, where they are the rulers, side by side as King and Queen. The wild flowers are their loyal subjects and sometimes, when Pasha joins them, she acts as their ambassador.

Young Julian kneeled as they reach the very center that they always keep clean, it was their designated throne room. The young boy carefully plucked a blue hued flower from the ground, he didn't know what kind of flower it was but it was pretty, a perfect gift for his 'Queen'

As if mocking the reminiscing man, right across from him and innocently clinging to the hedge wall was the very same flower that he had picked back then. He didn't know if he wants to sneer at it or be fond of it. He wished he has a glass of Salty Bitters right now, maybe he should have headed to Rowdy Raven instead of here.

"Would you have approved of the man that I have become, (Y/N)?" he whispered as he stares at the flower, as if it would miraculously turn into his childhood friend and answer him. Maybe that was possible? Allen did transform him into Asra back then, would the illusion work on a plant as well? But then again, that will be all it'll ever be. Just an illusion.

The grandmas all exchanged fond gazes as they watch their resident troublemakers sing songs with all their heart, their love for the dramatic was very much obvious at that moment.

Little Portia was banging on pots like drums by the sidelines, sometimes singing some lines as well when prompted by either her older brother or the girl she was starting to see as her older sister.

He stood up from his place and started to make his way out of maze. He wasn't going to go back in the cottage nor was he in any hurry, he just felt too restless to stay sitted in one place. He has gotten used to always moving around with all his running from guards and fighting a Major Arcana. But before he went back to trying to find his way in the maze, he stopped in front of the flower that he has been staring at.

It was a small flower with 6 petals that looks blue and violet at the same time, the bud in the middle was light green in color and it was the only flower growing in the hedge. From what Julian remembers, these flowers grow in bundles. So to see one so alone, well, it didn't help the growing hole inside him.

Gently plucking the flower like he did so in his childhood, he observed the flower a little more before making his way back into maze, taking the small flower with him. Surely, the Countess would not mind him plucking such a small wild flower, now would she?

Julian looked up from his book as he felt something soft being places om his hair, looking up, he saw (Y/N) placing what looks to be a bunch of flowers weaved together in a circlet manner on top of his head. Something similar on her own head as well.

"What are you doing, peanut?" he asked the girl, gently closing his book and waiting for the other to finish adjusting the flowers. He had taken to calling her 'Peanut' after he had caught her trying to sneakily take the peanuts in the communal pantry. He didn't snitch to the grandmas, of course.

"Just adjusting your flower crown, bum-bum" she answered, making small more adjustments before appearing satisfied that the flower crown both looks good and will surely stay on her friend's head when they begin to trek their way home later.

The Doctor surprisingly got out pretty easy, definitely faster than when he was first trying to get to the heart of the maze. Looking down at the flower, he let a sad smile adorn his face.

"I suppose even after all these years, you're still my lucky charm, huh, (Y/N)?" he mumbled under his breath, giving the one of the petals a small kiss before continuing to walk.

He didn't really have a destination, the palace grounds was vast and there are still some areas of it that he hasn't been to. Maybe a little exploring wouldn't hurt? He hopes Pasha wouldn't get too worried if he takes too long to get back to her cottage, he does often find himself in troubling situations.

"You know what? I wouldn't even ask how you manage to be in this situation." (Y/N) said, crossing her arms as she narrows her eyes at the boy dangling before her.

Julian had, at that moment, managed to get himself tangled in the vines surrounding the branches of the tree. Truth be told, he was trying to climb the tree in order to get fresh fruits for his sister and best friend. But when he finally managed to get on a branch, a crow suddenly flew out of its nest and caused him to go off balance, fortunately being caught by the vines, no matter how tangled up he got.

He wouldn't tell her that though, lord knows she wouldn't let him live it down.

"Why, my dear peanut, I was just trying to see how strong these vines are and if they would make a good rope!" It was honestly a good excuse for him, but apprently not good enough for (Y/N) as she just raised her eyebrow at him, clearly not believing him.

After a good bit of exploring, he manages to find himself near the fountains where he saw the trio couple making their way back to the palace. Were they on their way home already? How long has he been outside? Shaking his head, he called for their attention and made his way to them.

"Going home already?" he asked, raising a brow as he observes the many colorful flowers adoring Muriel's hair. It was quite a new look on the tall man but it surprisingly suits him. Seeing his friend give him a narrowed look, he moved his gaze to the two magicians.

"Yeah, I'm feeling quite a bit tired already and Asra wanted to do a quick inventory of the stocks we have left in the shop" Allen explained, moving to lightly keep their wild green hair out of their sight. It was getting a little long, they might need a cut soon. "Though, we don't plan to stay there for the whole night, just a quick inventory and dinner then straight to Muri's where we'll sleep for tonight" the apprentice added, giving the taller doctor a smile.

"I see, I see! Well, don't let me hold you back for any longer, have a safe walk home!" he exclaimed, moving to walk further before he was stopped by a gentle grip on his wrist. Turning back, he saw that it was Allen who held him back. He could see the concern swirling in their green eyes but the smile never faltered away from their face. "Yes, dear?" he asked.

"You know you can talk to us if there's something bothering you, right? You don't have to if you're not comfortable but just remember that we're here, okay?" Moved by their words, Julian pulled them into a sideway hug and let out a genuine laugh. He was so lucky to have his friends. Sometimes he still thinks he doesn't deserve them but he knew to keep it to himself for now. He didn't fancy sitting through another lecture session about his self worth by his sister again.

"Aw, Allen, don't you worry about lil 'ol me! I'm quite alright now!" That was a lie, he was far from alright, but his friend doesn't need to know that. "I may talk to Pasha and Mazelinka about it so no need to worry that cute little head of yours" That seemed to settle the Apprentice as they pulled away from the hug and gave his arm one last pat before moving to stand between their partners.

"You should do that now before Portia wears a hole in her carpet with how much she's pacing when we left" Asra said before he and the other two gave the auburn haired man one last wave and left.

Deciding to do as his magician friend said, he started his way back to his sister's cottage. Earlier was such a good day, it wouldn't do to plague his sister with worries and sour up the light mood. He already did that earlier before he walked out, best not make it worse.

Looking up at the dark sky, he smiled as he admires the scattered stars. It was a beautiful night, the full moon was giving the world such a soft look and it made things seem so peaceful. It made him feel like he was back to laying in the meadow near Nevivon. Like he was laying next to... Next to...

He wasn't able to wipe away his tears before they begun to fall down his cheeks. A sob fought its way out of his throat as he falls to a crouch.

Fuck, he wants to go back. He really really wants to go back-

Julian observed the wide sky and the many stars on them, it was a beautiful night and the night breeze was cold and as he lays on the equally cool grass of the meadow, it soothes his heated skin. It made him sigh in contentment, what more could he want?

Looking at his left, he smiled as he sees his sleeping sister. The little girl had decided to join them that night in their nightly star gazing but it didn't take long before she fell asleep, not used to staying up later than her bedtime. He'll have to carry her home later on.

The sight on his right took his breath away. Blush rushed to his face as he seems to see his best friend in a completely different light.

There, laying beside him, was (Y/N). The moonlight was softly hitting her face, and it made her (eye color) so much more brighter like gems, like the stars that littered the dark sky above them. Her laugh as she continues to talk about the astrology that she learned from Mazelinka, sounds like soothing bells to his ears.

Since when has his peanut became this... pretty?

He longs to be in her arms again, he longs to hear her voice again. No doubt it would still sound like music to his ears. He wants to make flower crowns again, he wants to play king and queen again, he wants to stargaze with her again, he wants to sneakily steal cookies, hangout by the hot springs, pick flowers for the grandmas, share lessons with Lilinka, he wants to...

He really wants to see her again.

Julian sat on her bed by her side, his hand gently holding her weaker and much fragile one, her illness eating away her strength. Her ring finger still holds the flower ring he had made earlier that week, it was already wilting but the girl refuses to take it off.

"I made up my mind." he said, breaking the solemn silence in the room. It made the other look at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I'll take the offer to study medicine in Prakra" he explained, finally looking at his best friend and secretly, the girl who has his heart in her gentle grip for he doesn't think his bestfriend could ever be harsh, other than when she's twisting his ear for getting in trouble without her

But he can't, he knew he can't. She probably hates him, gotten word of his 'crimes' and no longer sees him as her best friend. But as a murderer, a plague doctor who assisted his superior on experimenting to dying plague victims in search of the cure.

She probably already has a family of her own now, has 3 children like she once said she wanted. Probably has a nice spouse that always makes her laugh and will never hurt her. A spouse that doesn't have their sins still haunting them in every step and breath they take.

"You're leaving me?" the pain in her voice was clear, she was hurt at the thought. They had planned to wait for her to be cured before they decide to go out of their hometown to travel, to study medicine like they always dreamed of.

"Not for long, I know we planned to study together but..." He took a deep breath, "I'm doing this for you, (Y/N), I want to study now for you"

Silence filled the room once again.

Julian clutched up at his coat, the place right over his heart where it hurts the most. He had completely fallen to his knees, tears continues to drip down to the ground from his eyes, his other hand gripping the ground.

Whispered apologies leaving his mouth over and over again.

"Promise me you'll come back? That you won't forget about me?"

Julian stared at his love's dull but hopeful (eye color) orbs, hisbhand momentarily leaving hers to gently caress her cheek.

"I'm so sorry... (Y/N), I'm so sorry..."

"I promise"

"I broke our promise... I'm so sorry, my love..."

[...]

Meanwhile, in the same meadow of Julian's memories, sits a much grown up version of the girl in his memories. Body trembling as sobs come right after one another, clutching a bundle of those same blue wildflowers to her chest. Her eyes tightly shut as tears falls to the ground of her childhood. The girl looked up, staring at the same moon that Julian was previously admiring.

"Where are you, Ilya? I thought you'll come back... You promised... You promised..."

Anyone interested in a reunion sequel? 👀

My apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, I just woke up when I finished this lol

Anyways, I hope you all liked this! Let me know what you think, don't be shy! 💙

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brownandblackpearls · 4 years

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📜 🖋 𝒞ourting with 𝒟r. 𝒟evorak (Julian x BlackReader) Pt.1

PART 1 SUMMARY:

You are a reputable, young beauty of means in Vesuvia, enjoying the winter courting season. An odd letter from an odd doctor finds its way to your door. You decide to respond.

─── Julian x black female reader

─── imagery + fiction

─── explicit smut

─── regency/historical/fantasy, courtship rituals, wealthy! MC, love letters, drama, handsome redheads

☾ next.

.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:・゜゜・．✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: *

“Letters for you, Miss!” The scullery maid calls through the door.

You pause your writing, hesitating over your final line before turning to answer the call.

“Come in!”

The maid strides in with your daily mail on a silver platter. As expected, there is a heap of them from various suiters, all interested in seeking your hand.

Some young, some old, some men, some women, some wealthy, and some positively blue-blooded, they are all voracious. Usually, your interest tends to wane after weeks and weeks of these greetings each season. The feeling especially set in after getting the particular suspicion that the lords, duchesses and dukes reaching out to you were having their own maids and butlers pen these letters, a copy of an inquiry to every potential young beauty in the region.

Consequently, many of the letters did not seem to genuine, remaining vague and distanced. Polite.

Today, however, you find your lessons to be going slow. You decide to take a break and browse through the inquiries.

“Read through them for me, Delilah?” You call out the request as you lower your pen and clean your fingers in a warm, sudsy bowl of water on your desk. Drying your hands, you apply a spot of scented lotion on your fingers before smoothing it in and sliding your delicate gloves back on.

Delilah clears her throat, interested in the letters herself.

You had no doubt the contents of the proposals would make waves throughout the household by sunset, but all of your staff were well-meaning. Just bored during these slow winter months. Honestly, you didn’t blame them for indulging in your courting dramas.

“Well,” Delilah begins, “Here is a letter from a Clarence Dunford Winthrop, hailing from Bremens County! He greets you and wishes you a very warm winter. ‘I am most pleased to write to you, Miss ------. I possess a healthy 34 years in me, and I seek the opportunity to meet and possibly enter the idea of courtship with you. Are the tales true that you are quite fine and b-buxom…? Goodness, how forward!”

You bite back a chuckle, allowing Delilah her scandalized looks and comments. After she’s thoroughly read Winthrop’s letter, she moves on to the next.

“This one,” she exclaims, “is from a young, Fiorentina Agosti, hailing from the Suthlands. She greets you amicably and wishes you a cozy winter. ‘Dear Miss ------, I am most delighted to write to you. I am a young woman of etiquette and good breeding. I am 23 years old, and yet for one so young, I am more certain of my passions and ambition than most grown adults. I seek the window of opportunity to introduce myself and my estate to you, as I am seeking to build my relationships with the nearby families of standing. I favor women only, as I’ll need a good, feminine eye to steer my estate towards a glorious future…what a boastful girl! I hear she is very attractive, though…”

Delilah goes on, examining letter after letter, reading aloud excitedly. Finally, she lands on a slightly ragged one, with a wax seal bearing no crest. Only a simple plant pattern with dried flowers and ferns trapped to the note.

“My,” Delilah wonders, flipping the envelope, “what a...humble introduction. Let’s hope that the contents are more splendid than the package they came in!”

Delilah adjusts the paper before her and begins.

“This one,” she explains, “is from a young…doctor…in the capital, near the palace. Oh, I think I recall this one? He is of great renown, but markedly odd. Hmm…He greets you fondly and asks if…if you have ‘seasonal allergies’...? He is more than happy to forward any herbs or teas that can help soothe inflammation…as a ‘show of good faith and possible friendship’—yes, very odd...He would like to know if you would be interested in accompanying him as an honored guest to his annual medical tools gala. There will be anatomical displays as well as guest surgeon speakers. Afterwards, he would like to take you to attend the opening night of a Vesuvian theatre drama, and then dinner. I—that sounds more exhausting than eventful. Goodness….“

Despite Delilah’s somewhat opinionated concerns, your interest perks at the oddness of the inquiry and the oddness of the planned date. You’re not so sure a medical gala will be of interest to you, as you��ve never attended one before, but you would like to try.

“Delilah, please. No more commentary. What does the rest say...?”

Delilah harrumphs, moving on. “Well, he seems certain that you will find the engagement eventful and enlightening on his personage and he hopes to show you how good of a ‘provider he can be for a woman of your means’. He has ‘no grand heritage or acreages’, but he does have one of the ‘best practices in Vesuvia’ sporting several underling surgeons and plenty of business. New blood, instead of blue blood from the looks of it, if you ask me.”

You pause, thinking it over.

The letter all sounded personally tailored and individualized for your reception, and clearly not something that was drafted up in the monotonous manner of house staff doing as ordered.

The doctor seems very keen in meeting you...

...You can’t help but feel the same.

“What is his name?”

Delilah levels you an uncertain look, noticing your choice, before sharing.

“The suitor signed off as a Dr. Julian Devorak.”

“Devorak,” you try out, rolling the name around in your mouth.

It feels good.

“Thank you Delilah. You may place the letters in my box, save for the doctor’s. Please bring his to me, as well as my pen and good ink. I’ll also need the courting stationery.”

Delilah sours slightly before perking back up and doing as ordered quickly. She clearly does not approve of the choice but remembers her place, and knows that you are not one to be bossed.

You wait until she delivers the stationery and retreats from your room before turning to your pen and paper, glancing at the letter from the doctor.

You perfume the parchment slightly, and use a fine, shimmering ink to dot the thick, French paper. You being to write, peering at your refined, swirling letters.

“Dear Sir…I take the first opportunity to acknowledge the flattering letter with which you have favored me…your discernment is of my deep interest, as well as your detailed plans for our hopeful outing. I consent to the date and time, and I look forward to your academic gala, as well as the theater and subsequent dinner. I implore that you arrive to chaperone me long before the sun is high in the sky, as we may need much time together that I am wont to spend with you. I will admit, I find you very curious and am interested to learn more of you. Warm Regards, ------.”

You finalize the paper with a neat calligraphy of your signature, before cleanly folding and pressing the letter. You choose a lovely envelope and seal it with wax before stamping and sending it off with Delilah to be mailed.

“Hmm. Odd man,” you murmur to yourself, before moving on to send responses to the other requests of interest.

The days pass by, eventful.

You go on several dates, some of note and some not so much.

A few remain in your mind of potential. There was a beautiful countess seeking companionship after a split from her count…Nadia. Buxom and svelte, she was also the epitome of regality, and a brown-skinned beauty like yourself. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.

There was also Asra, a mischievous but enchanting merchant king. You suspected a penchant for the occult on his end, but his beautiful face was too good of a distraction to focus on what may hide behind it.

Then there was Muriel, a mysterious man with one of the largest claims of land in Vesuvia. He was fidgety and reserved, but you sensed a deep soul in him.

Portia, the jeweler of the aristocracy, and her passionate stares paired with her down-to-earth jokes were enough to make you lower your guards and raise your spirits.

Lastly, Lucio. Oddly enough, he turned out to be the count that split with Nadia. You found his countenance alarming at first, only to later find a subtle charm in his passion for life, luxury and you.

All of them were far more interesting than the duds you’d went on dates with the past few weeks.

Valdemar, the ambassador, had spilled soup all over your dress during a brunch while he spoke wildly about some conquest of his past. Then there’d been Volta, an odd little thing that insisted on trying all these unappealing, exotic dishes. There’d been Vlastomil, a weevil of a person who seemed more eager to gossip cruelly than to learn of you. And lastly...most memorably...there was Valdemar…you weren’t too sure what Valdemar did, but you were certain whatever it was, you wanted absolutely no part in it.

Weary from all the courting, you put your best face forward and hoped this day ended up being a delight instead of another disaster.

Foregoing flat-ironing, blowouts, presses, braids and twists this time, you decide to arrange for your servants to outfit you in lovely, long locs for the evening. You line them with fine silver trinkets, baubles, and rings before arranging your makeup to perfection and dressing in your finest, warm regards from the tailor.

Today was the day with the doctor, and you wanted to see exactly what kind of man he was.

You donned a beautiful gown beneath your long, furred coat and lined your neck with a shining collar of diamonds. The winter snow would reflect stunningly off of them, as well as you.

Perfumed, plucked, and preened, you stand, assessing yourself in the mirror.

Vesuvia’s treasure.

You laugh, satisfied with the show stopping look, before leaving your room. You almost bump into a servant, rushing in to announce to you that the doctor has arrived with a carriage for you both.

“Let him in,” you say kindly, glancing out the window. Sure enough, a large, black carriage awaits. You lift your chest, square your shoulders, and raise your chin, allowing your lashes to lower and your aura to project.

You descend the stairs of your home into the grand hall, your eyes pinning the man that entered and awaited below, greeted politely by your staff.

‘Oh,’ you realize.

He’s gorgeous.

Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him. Tall, tousled, and terribly attractive, Julian Devorak watched you, open-mouthed, as if you are some sort of ethereal being that decided to grace his mortal existence. Descending the marble stairs, you feel him watch every step you take until you finally reach the landing.

You decide to close the distance and break the ice when he makes no move, still in awe of you. No need for those stars in his eyes, you think. You want him dazzled, not anxious or elevating you to something or someone that is inaccessible.

He is here in your home, after all. If you were inaccessible to him, he wouldn’t be.

“Hello Dr. Devorak,” you grace easily, smiling. “I’m ------. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“J-Julian, please, no need for extraneous titles,” he insists in a light stammer. “The pleasure is all mine, I can assure you.”

‘Aaw,’ you think to yourself, looking fondly at him. You’ve heard the line so many times before, but somehow, the words sound so genuine coming off of his tongue. You also like the sound of his voice very much. He sounds like how he looks, you realize.

Julian mistakes your silence for something bad, and rushes to fill it.

“I-I can’t tell you how…how long I’ve anticipated today.”

“Oh?” You ask, tilting your head in wonder.

Were you the only one he was querying? That wasn’t possible. There had to be others. You respond pleasantly.

“I’m honored...’Julian’. But I’m sure an interesting man such as yourself is entertaining many acquaintances and possess many options.”

Julian blushes, surprising you. He shakes his head, fingers fidgeting at his sides.

“Not exactly,” he offers, leaving it there.

Your brow lifts in wonder.

“Really...? But I loved your letter. I’ve reread it several times and am not afraid to say so. I find you quite striking.”

If possible, Julian blushes even harder at that, daring to hold your gaze. You see an odd sort of mask arise on him then, a false yet endearing bravado. You don’t call it out and simply watch as he does his best to disguise his rampant shyness.

“Ah...thank you madam! But not nearly so striking as one such as yourself! Why, I remember the feeling of when I first laid eyes on you. It was as if lightning had struck me.”

Your eyes widen in pleasure, curious.

“Such flattery! Where did this occur?”

Julian smiles triumphantly, happy to visibly pique your interest.

“The theater! I noticed you in your private box and it was then I decided that I must inquire to learn more about you.”

Your smile broadens, and you can’t help but step closer. Julian feels very comfortable and warm, even with the pomp.

“So that’s how you knew I’d enjoy the theater!” You exclaim. You had wondered about it since his letter first arrived. He could’ve invited you to any event, any activity, and yet he knew the theater was the right choice...

Julian tenses as you near, unsure of where to look. You can’t tell if he wants you closer or farther away. You decide to hold firm and give him time to sort it out for himself.

“I-uh…yes.” He swallows thickly. “Allow me to enlighten you of the day’s activities in the carriage…?”

You nod, realizing that your questioning is holding the both of you up from your date. You step back, cowed.

“Of course! My apologies.”

Julian swiftly holds out a broad, gloved hand for you to take. The gentleman’s escorting hold.

“No need to apologize,” Julian insists, guiding your offered palm gently, “I...I actually should be the one to apologize.” He bites his lip, thinking of some unknown err.

You glance at him as the two of you step out the front door together, waved off by your staff.

“Whatever for…?”

Julian looks sheepish, rounding you both to the carriage door and opening it for you.

“I....well!” He pauses, the words sticking in his mouth. “I was...told by a confidant very recently that the medical gala may have some things that are not...er, conducive for a romantic atmosphere. So I must ask...you’re not squeamish of leeches, are you?”

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saeysooo · 4 years

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♚ julian devorak x reader {call boy} ||

♡ Chapter One: The Occurrence ♡ story tw: nsfw, prostitution ♡ rich female reader ; modern au ♡ link to prologue here!

“Asra you didn’t have to do this,” The call boy teased at his sleeves, bluish-grey eyes staring down at the tips of his black-laced, leather-clad feet. Images passed by, lights bright amongst the vast city of Vesuvia. To him, Vesuvia was always better when the sun went down.

“I’m a grown man. I’m more than capable enough to handle myself.”

But the derisive snort that came from the receptionist’s lips were enough to bring a sneer upon Julian’s face, nose curling discontentedly. Of course Asra still sought to found a way to subtly insult him. Why wouldn’t Asra be mocking him at this time?

But was that so uncommon? No.

The two have know one another for years, and Asra knew the call boy like the back of their hand.

“Stop whining already. This is your first call where new clientele requested you by name! When does that ever happen?” The fluffy haired receptionist teased, hands gripping the steering wheel rather tightly, “And I, uh, looked up her name... Did you know she’s the leading entrepreneur for Vesuvia Enterprise? She’s probably loaded! You hit the jackpot, Ilya!”

And as much as Julian wanted to convince himself that Asra was just over-exaggerating, it wasn’t a lie; Asra never lied when it came to information on new clients. They pointed out how it was mainly for assurance of workers safety with callers; to assure their staff would make it back to the building the next day.

“I looked at her request form. It seemed like she didn’t want you to do any planning for tonight. All she wrote was that she had it all covered.” The lump in the back of Julian’s throat grew, knowing too well as to why the businesswoman would say such a thing...

—♔—

“H-Hello..?” The auburn-locked man spoke hesitantly into the phone, hands trembling with trepidation. His breath caught in the back of his throat, her voice smooth and daunting with the clever agrestal of wild verdure.

“So~ You’re Julian Devorak?” Sweat rolled down the back of his neck. Julian was never this nervous with a caller like this. Hell, he’d never even spoken with a caller before a meeting! Asra was the one who did all the talking and intel verifications before a request form was issued.

But she was insistent to send a message to him personally, promising to the receptionist that it would just be a moment.

And by gods did she sound attractive to Julian, her tonality alone daring the mere call boy to speak: “...Yes-” “Hm. Sounds like a bottom’s name.”

His eyes widened, choking on a way for words. Did he hear her correctly? Why did he feel like his face was on fire? And why was Asra looking at him like that? Questions stormed the back of Julian Devorak’s mind, wandering for a response.

Finding the courage to speak again though was becoming increasingly difficult.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me... Listen Julian Devorak, I am... A very busy woman; I don’t have the time for pointless babble, so let’s cut to the chase why don’t we?” He couldn’t help but listen in, rather insulted with the amount of times she had spoken over him. Nonetheless, Julian’s intrigue got the best of him, sighing in defeat. It seemed like that’s all she wanted to hear, practically feeling her smirk on his ear through the end of the line.

“Tonight, 10 pm. My house. I’ve sent your outfit to your facility. All arrangements are to be my doing; Just bring your cute face in fancy clothes, why don’t you?”

—♔—

“Julian, you know... If something happens you can still call me. I know things are still messy but-” Julian sharply inhaled, “You’re really bringing this up now? Asra. I’m fine, see? I’m wearing these ridiculous clothes and I’m going to be back home to tuck Portia into bed. Everything’s fine! Tonight’s job is no different than any other one I have done. Got it?”

The silence was penetrating, rancid amongst the space between the two individuals. It seemed like Asra accepted their fate, allowing Julian to bare the weight on his back alone... Like he always has. The red head was the first to break the silence, melancholy laced in his shaky voice. He was nervous to say the least.

“I’ll see you tomorrow... Okay?” And ever so hesitantly, Julian popped open the car door, standing before the building. The farther he seemingly looked up, the more he felt as if the building never ended; Extending upwards to touch the sky with it’s great expanse. Lights illuminated, speckled amongst for him to decipher who were night owls and who weren’t. Before his fingers could touch the door handle, The bellwoman beat him to it, offering a smile the mousy man’s way.

Each and every heavy footstep he took, he managed to venture forth, shoes clacking against the white marble grounds he stood upon, his hand brushing against the receptionists desk, pulling away hesitantly. For a moment, Julian was tempted to tap onto the desk and reach the man’s attention himself.

But when he peaked up from the computer, pushing his glasses down to get a look of the call boy, Julian froze. “Are you new? What’s your name?”

“Oh, right! Uh- Julian Devorak?” The receptionist didn’t even have to look back to his screen to knowingly point a finger to the right.

Julian furrowed his brows, hesitantly stepping away to go towards where the rather rude receptionist was pointing, seeing a guard raise a hand to him. Breaking the first barrier was more intimidating than the red head thought it would be, though somehow he kept his composure upright.

He was escorted by two security women through the hallway, leading him to a rather pristine elevator square. Iron gates were pulled open by a liftwoman, revealing it to be an old-fashioned escalator. It was her turn to raise a gloved hand, motioning for him to come towards her. Julian sheepishly entered, standing rather distant, idle even beside her. Ding...

“I presume you’re Julian Devorak?” The lady spoke, a small chuckle resonating through the enclosed space. He shifted, sending a nod her way.

“I am... How do you know who I am?” Ding...

“Well, all of the staff here knows of you. Ms. L/N was rather insistent on making you feel welcomed here... I take it the staff wasn’t that sort?” He nodded once more, “They aren’t the brightest. Don’t take it so hard, believe me... I’m Sae; Been operating the elevators for Ms. L/N since I could remember.”

She took ahold of his hand, giving it a rather hardy shake. Julian stumbling forward from the force of her pull, while retracting his hand back into his opposing one the moment she let go. Her hands rested upon her hips, turning to face forward once again.

“Oh, I see. Well, this may not be the most appropriate thing to ask, but perhaps you would have an answer? Uh... Do you have any advice?” the rotund woman laughed, raising an eyebrow to the lanky and awkward man, “It’s not my place to say anything of Ms. L/N... Between you and me, we shouldn’t even be talking to one another right now.” Ding...

The escalator rode to the topmost floor, the same white marble touching his visage once more. Ivory pillars amazed him and Italianate designs astounded him, butlers pulling the familiar iron doors open for him, revealing the pinnacle of the entrepreneur’s success within her penthouse.

It was almost surreal to Julian, to an extent where he ended up looking back past his shoulder:

“I’ll be seeing you again soon, Mr. Devorak. Best wishes to you.” Ding...

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goldgalaxytea-fanfics · 4 years

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Worlds Collide - Masterlist

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Fandoms: The Arcana & Patema Inverted

Relationship: Asra Alnazar x Reader, Nadia Satrinava x Reader, Julian Devorak x Reader, Muriel x Reader, Portia Devorak x Reader, Lucio x Reader

Characters: Asra Alnazar, Nadia Satrinava, Julian Devorak, Muriel, Portia Devorak, Lucio, Reader, You

Additional Tags: Patema Inverted AU, inverted gravity, headcanons, Headcanon, AU, Alternate Universe, Reader-Insert, Reader Insert, x Reader, First Meetings, gender neutral reader, no specific pronouns used for the reader, Female Reader, male reader, invert, invert reader, inverted reader

Words: 3,740

Completion Status: Complete

Summary:

You live underground in a world made of metal, but things change when you fall into a world of grass and skies where everything is upside down. Luckily for you though, there’s someone to help you from falling into the sky.

Asra headcannons

Nadia headcannons

Julian headcannons

Muriel headcannons

Portia headcannons

Lucio headcannons

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another-fantasy-world · 4 years

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“Sometimes, In Order To Win, You’ve Got To Risk Everything”

Hi there! Ya’ll can call me ‘Floryn’. Flor for short. I’m a young, impulsive yet inspired amateur writer who mostly gets her ideas from her hour long shower. I’ve been writing fics and ideas for as long as I can remember,

First things first, this is a side blog, I can’t reply to comments on this account.

I’m bi. Usually go by she/her but I’m also comfortable with they/them. Since it’s quarantine season, I had a shit ton of series and movies + anime I’ve watched and it’s fueling me to write cringey ass fan-fiction.

I only write female characters x fem/gn! reader and maybe some wlw ships.

Please indicate what you'd like to request; fic, drabble, or headcanons.

So without further-ado, Here are the fandoms that I’m currently into and it willing to write for:

SERIES AND MOVIES

Criminal Minds

Wynonna Earp

Twilight

Supergirl

ATLA

Teen Wolf

Marvel MCU

Riverdale

CAOS

Fear Street

Oceans 8

Fate: The Winx Saga

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Carmen Sandiego

Trese

ANIME

Demon Slayer

Kakegurui

Haikyuu

Jujutsu Kaisen

MUSICALS

Heathers

Mean Girls

Six

PIXELBERRY’S CHOICES

Bloodbound

Nightbound

The Elementalists

The Nanny Affair

The Heist: Monaco

The Royal Masquerade

The Haunting At Braidwood Manor

Hero

Perfect Match

Queen B

THE ARCANA

Nadia Satrinava

Portia Devorak

YOUTUBERS/STREAMERS

Valkyrae

Pokimane

RE: VILLAGE

Lady Dimitrescu

Dimitrescu Sisters

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Lady Beneviento

Mother Miranda

MISC

Lorraine Warren

Alma Peregrine

Maleficent

Mary Poppins

MASTERLIST

Check my masterlist for characters that I write for! You may request if you want to( a little warning tho, I am a slow writer so my apologies), be it through anon messages or bold asks. I’ll love you all the same. <3

RULES

Please indicate what you'd like to request; fic, drabble, or headcanons.

No smut. I’m not comfortable writing it, and frankly, I’m not good at it either

Be polite and don’t be an asshole, this is a safe place for people who just need their fanfiction fix

I have the right to deny requests when I don’t want to write them, Sorry.

Keep in mind that I am still studying, therefore that will take up majority of my time, I’ll have to ask you to please be patient with me, know that I will write on my free time and my free time alone.

I won’t write about issues like pedophilia and incest and other stuff related or similar to those.

I don’t write for male!readers I don’t know how to be a man, I’m so sorry-

Another thing, if you want to be added to the taglist, please tell me what character/ fandom you want me to add you in. (All fics, Criminal Minds fics, Wanda Maximoff x Reader fics etc.) and shoot me an ask, or a dm <3

#Introducing Me

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beneathashadytree · 5 years

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PRIDE - PORTIA DEVORAK X READER

Warnings : none, reader is female!

Genre : tooth-rotting fluff

Word count : 1.4K words

Synopsis : Portia doesn't have that many off-days, so every moment of her free time is spent spoiling her girlfriend.

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Want to support me financially? Here’s my CashApp!

Masterlist

"Morning babe!"

Her chipper voice to my right at 7 AM was simultaneously the loveliest and most annoying thing in the world. Groaning into my pillow, she didn't have any of that.

"Come on," she poked my shoulder, before gently leaning in and leaving a sweet taste on my lips that had me fighting a smile, "Wake up."

"Portia, it's too early for me, and too late for you," I grumbled, eying both her and the alarm clock with disdain, "And why aren't you at work?"

"The Countess gave me the day off," her crystalline eyes were sparkling in the most beautiful of ways, even my cranky self couldn't help but feel a little better, "So I decided we'd spend the day together."

At that, I closed my eyes again, before rolling over once to be chest to chest with her, and draping one leg over her tiny frame, and one arm reaching behind her back to pull her closer, "Good. Then let's sleep in."

She let out a surprised squeak, and without even looking at her I knew that her face had turned as red as her hair that surrounded her like a halo.

"No!" she battled against my embrace, though not without laughing a little, "God; you're so lazy and tempting."

"Just an hour," I began to stroke at her hair, my other hand rubbing her warm cheek gently, "Please, Portia."

"Alright," she gave in, leaving a kiss to the corner of my mouth before snuggling against my chest, "Only one hour."

***

Needless to say, we ended up sleeping in for 3 hours longer than intended, and woke up in a frazzled mess of curls and limbs.

"Oh, god, we're late," my girlfriend groaned as she jumped off the bed like a lithe cat, "So, so, so damn late. God, Jeremy's gonna kill me---oh, get off me you little devil!" she half-yelled at Pepi, who'd somehow found home in the insides of Portia's sandals.

"Late for what?" I questioned, hurriedly hopping off to collect my clothes to head to the shower nonetheless.

"You'll see---if we make it in time, that is," I heard her distant voice grumble as I rushed to the bathroom, before another scream came, "Pepi!"

***

20 minutes of being absolutely frazzled and yet getting sparkly clean, then proceeding to run like madwomen through the cosier streets of Vesuvia, I began to recognize the path we were taking.

"We're going to the docks, aren't we?" I excitedly grinned at her freckled face that was probably starting to get sunburnt, my hand clutching her tiny one tightly.

"You're a smart one, aren't you?" she hummed appreciatively, pausing our rush to press a lovely kiss against my lips, her sweet smile never falling from her face, "Best hurry though, or our trip will have gone!"

Mustering up the last bits of energy I had, I dashed after her, nearly spilling an entire cart of oranges on my way and almost costing us more than 4 months' salary.

Wheezing and heaving, we finally began to inhale the sedative smell of the sea. Portia's frenzied state seemed to die down a bit as the cobblestones under our feet began to turn into sand, the air became crisper, and the sky turned bluer as the buildings grew less.

A sharp intake of the atmosphere, and I was already feeling calmer before we'd even come to a stop.

"Well, this is pleasant," Portia's soft voice came from beside me, as she strolled up with determination to a man that languidly stood on the wooden planks of the dock up ahead.

With little to hinder us but the tiny grains of sand getting stuck between our toes, we slowed down our pace in front of the man with the rich cocoa complexion that stood in front of us.

"Late as always, Portia," he grinned, "You're lucky that I'm used to it."

"Oh, shut it, you," she pretended to scowl, though a smile threatened to make its way on her face, "You ought to know that my lover is perfectly fine with my occasional but extreme tardiness."

At that, warm amber eyes met mine, and a friendly smile was pushed my way along with a hand that firmly shook mine, "Pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, Jeremy," I nodded politely.

Unable to contain her excitement, Portia clapped her hands twice, "So, where's the beauty?"

Chuckling at her enthusiasm, the young sailor ran a hand through his bronze locks, gesturing for us to follow him as we walked off. Stopping suddenly, he bent over to pull at a rope, tugging along one of the many shimmering white boats that were docked in this small harbor.

"You sure you can still handle sailing, love?" I warily asked her, scratching my chin as she eyed it with a cheerful smile.

"Definitely!" she nodded enthusiastically, before turning to Jeremy with a meaningful look that I didn't quite get, "Everything's in place?"

The handsome young man took a moment before answering, "Yeah, everything," shaking his head as if remembering it wasn't just them alone, he turned to me with another pearly smile, "Happy sailing, dear friend."

Thanking him courteously, I took my girlfriend's hand in mine once again, the excitement surging through our threaded fingers as we began to hop (as gracefully as was possible in such a tiny and cramped space) down to settle in the awaiting boat.

***

It wasn't long before all that remained of our picnic basket was crumbs and crusts, as we lay down in an increasing state of food coma, imcapable of doing much drape our limbs against the floor, our eyes flitting upwards as the faintest purple hues began to taint the sky.

"Is it dusk already?" I mused softly, proceeding to brush Portia's mass of curls back, her head curling against my chest as she hummed.

"Time passes by quickly when I'm with you," she sighed a little wistfully, a mood which I didn't often associate with her chipper personality, "It's a pity, seeing as I don't get much time to spend with you."

Shaking my head, a small, perfectly content smile formed on my face, "I don't care how many times I'll have to say this to reassure you, but I don't care if it's five minutes or five days that I'm spending with you."

At that, she pouted, looking up to face me with those brilliant sapphire eyes that always had me weak in the knees, practically forcing me to involuntarily kiss her plump lips sweetly.

"I just want to take you out all the time, you know?" she groaned, squeezing me tighter, "But it's so difficult when the palace's always got stuff to do. Milady never rests."

"And neither do you. But that's what makes our time together all the more special," came my reply as the setting sun bathed the sky in hues of purple and orange, while my finger pointed upwards, "Look, the stars'll come out soon."

She scoffed, "They will when we do."

Blinking, I dropped my arm before barking out in laughter, my squirming causing the boat to rock in the gentle waters, "That was a good one," I paused to let out one last chuckle, my stomach beginning to hurt from all the laughter, "But darling, I don't think there's a single person left in Vesuvia that doesn't know that we're together."

For a couple of sweet moments, all we could hear was our soft breathing, the lapping waves thumping against the planks of wood, and the flapping of the wings of seagulls painted dark red by the sky as they flew in flocks back home.

Soon, my girlfriend chose to break the silence with a question filled to the brim with worry, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, "That's okay with you, right?"

As the colors of the heavens faded into an inky blue with the absence of the sun's rays as it sunk into the horizon, I pulled Portia even closer to my chest---if humanly possible---and pressed a delicate kiss to her forehead, "More than just okay. It's what I take pride in."

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ao3feed-thearcana · 4 years

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by thesinningwriter

Just my 'The Arcana' based writing I had over on tumblr. Thought I'd post it here. Enjoy!

Words: 2445, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Arcana (Visual Novel)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak, Asra (The Arcana), Asra Alnarza, Nadia (The Arcana), Lucio (The Arcana), Nadia Satrinava, Muriel (The Arcana)

Relationships: Julian Devorak/Reader, Julian Devorak/Original Character(s), Julian Devorak/You, Apprentice/Julian Devorak, Julian Devorak/Original Female Character(s), Apprentice/Asra (The Arcana), Asra (The Arcana)/Reader, Asra/Julian Devorak, Asra (The Arcana)/Original Female Character(s), Apprentice/Asra/Julian Devorak, Asra (The Arcana)/Original Character(s), Asra (The Arcana)/You, Asra/Julian Devorak/Reader, Asra & Muriel (The Arcana), Asra/Julian Devorak/Original Female Character(s), Asra/Julian Devorak/Original Character(s), Nadia (The Arcana)/Reader, Apprentice/Nadia (The Arcana), Nadia (The Arcana)/Original Female Character(s), Nadia (The Arcana)/Original Character(s), Portia Devorak/Reader, Portia Devorak & You, Apprentice/Portia Devorak/Nadia (The Arcana), Portia Devorak/Original Character(s), Portia Devorak/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: NSFW, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Smut, prompts, Polyamorous Character, Canon Non-Binary Character, Masturbation, Threesome, Kissing, Romance, Multiple Orgasms, Pining, French Kissing, Surprise Kissing, Sex, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sex Toys, Semi-Public Sex, Public Sex, Shower Sex, Lesbian Sex, Drunk Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Gay Sex, Sweetness, Friendship, Cute, Heated Kiss, Top Nadia (The Arcana), Dominant Asra (The Arcana), Sweet Asra (The Arcana), Asra (The Arcana) Route, Bottom Julian Devorak, Julian Devorak's Route, Top Portia Devorak, Bottom Portia Devorak, Soft Muriel (The Arcana), Muriel Route (The Arcana), Portia Devorak Route, Submissive Julian Devorak, Submissive Character, Dominant character, Top - Freeform, botTom

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arcanoodles · 5 years

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Valerius x Kidnapped!Fem!Reader

Valerius jolted awake. Loud banging coming from east of his room nearly shook the castle. He thought about leaving it alone, but curiosity got the better of him and he jogged off in the direction of the odd noise.

It was about 3am, and despite this, about a fourth of the castle was already up trying to figure out what was going on. He eventually came to your room and saw a very tired Nadia standing outside of your door looking perplexed as ever.

"Valerius, have you seen Y/N by any chance?" Portia questioned him quietly as he approached the group of guards. He shook his head with an eyebrow cocked and she walked over to Nadia and mumbled something to her. Nadia walked into your room and there was some speaking he couldn't quite catch before she returned and started walking back in the direction of her quarters.

"Is.. is she missing?" Valerius questioned Portia as she trailed behind Nadia. Portia nodded.

"But don't worry about it, she's probably around here somewhere." The head servant assured with a shrug before quickly jogging to catch up with the Countess.

"Like always, I have to do this myself." Valerius thought, shaking his head at Portia and Nadia. Selfish of them to leave you missing like that.

Valerius strode to Vulgora's room and quickly yelled into it before scramling out to let them wake up without bashing his skull in.

"What do you want?" They scowled, emerging from their room with an angy tone.

"I need you to help me find Y/N." He replied.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because she's most likely been kidnapped and you'll get to fight some people." Valerius assured

"Alright, but you're volunteering yourself as a human shield." Vulgora grinned with the thought of using Valerius as a weapon or as protection.

"Yeah, whatever, as long as I get Y/N back." Valerius crossed his arms and started toward an exit.

"Ew, sentiment."

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♚ julian devorak x reader {call boy} ||

♡ Prologue: The First Call ♡ tw: nsfw, prostitution ♡ rich female reader ; modern au

Another late night call... Just how many nights had it been since he had starting doing this? Leaving strangers houses, slipping between closed doors after the payment was drawn, potentially wrecking multiple marriages... Hell, if he couldn’t even remember, it was surely too many for him to begin counting. “You can leave now, Julius.” “It’s Julian...” He muttered under his breath, slipping his pants back on hastily. A wince escaped the ginger’s lips when he stood, pained from how rough the woman had been with him. Her nails traced along his belt line, Julian freezing at the sudden touch. Of course, it wasn’t as if he was unfamiliar with the intimate knowledge of pain, especially in his line of work. He seemingly recomposed himself, beginning to scour the ground in search for his shirt and boots in the dim-lit dwellings of the caller’s home. “Whatever...” She scowled, voice muffled from the pillow clasped below her face, “Your payment is on the table.”

Before she could even get the chance to inform him, he was before the table, clutching the minuscule, white envelope between lithe fingers. It was how all payments were made: White envelopes, enclosed with the payment and labelled with the number of hours in black ink. He tore into the envelope, every dollar enclosed within it rewarding him of another nights work. But there was one problem... “You’re short.” His head raised when he spoke, peripheral vision shifting to the woman, rather annoyed that she tried to stiff him of an hour, “This only covers four hours and I was here for five.” He walked over to the girl, eyebrows furrowing in frustration when she seemingly ignored him.

“And? What’s the big deal, Julius?” Julian plucked her wallet up, tossing it to her, holding his phone up with one hand. “Your call log states the payment is one thousand seven hundred fifty... You’re short three hundred fifty. Every logistic you sent, from the location, dress code, and reservations were followed and tailored to your time and attention.” He explained, the woman growing irritable with how persistent he was. It wasn’t the first bad call Julian has had, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last: “Take your money and get out, call boy.”

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“Bad call last night I presume?” Receptionist and close friend, Asra Alnazar, queried the ginger, once he slumped beside their counter. “Worse... Got stiffed three-fifty.” It was then Asra’s turn to wince, patting the call boy upon his back. With the beckoning look in his colleagues eyes, he could tell Asra wanted to know more of the story. Per usual, it wasn’t the first time Julian’s blabber mouth slipped, especially with one of his more stubborn clients. Anxiously, the bean stalk shifted, exhaling a sigh in displeasure. “She got mad when I told her she had money...and it wouldn’t kill her to pay the right amount.” A stifled laugh escaped the golden brown receptionist’s lips, “You’re kidding? You know talking back to a caller can lower your ratings, especially if they give you a bad review.”

A whine threatened the pirate-like man’s lips. He knew he was right in his accusations, but he shouldn’t tell his callers off if he didn’t get paid. But really, did Julian really care about his reputation as a call boy? Absolutely not. While the money was rather essential towards paying for his college classes, providing for his sister, and maintaining his life, it certainly didn’t mean anything. Many callers were focused on the looks rather than the actual ratings anyway: A pretty face in sexy pants; Someone that can fuck them up more ways than physically. “I assume you are still trying to pay for your med school classes?”

That question caught Julian off guard. Since when did Asra ever care about what he did with the money he received? “How did you-” “Your sister stopped in... Said she was looking for you last night ‘cause you didn’t go home until three am...” A pit of pure guilt overwhelmed Julian. She was worrying about him still? Of course, he understood why, he never told her why he always looked so ill-stricken and bruised when he got home... He never told her for a simple reason. Portia was too young to know about his endeavors and the last thing Julian ever wanted was for his little sister to ever know what his occupation was; He was reserved to keeping his career and how he made so much money confined to himself.

“She worries Julian. You go home beaten and worn down because of the callers. She just wants to spend time with you, the money doesn’t mean anything to her...” Asra turned their swivel chair hesitantly, placing a hand upon the auburn-haired man’s shoulder, “You should tell her what you do- Why you do this-” Did they cross a line? “I can’t. She’s too young and wouldn’t get it so can you just drop it?” He sneered, crossing his arms rather insecurely. He pushed Asra’s hand off of him, broodingly looking away before he can be confronted once more. A frown formed upon Asra’s lips, their gaze seemingly chastising him. They knew Julian was dramatic, but it seemed to him like this was something that was a soft spot for him.

Ring... It was when the phone rang that Asra fixed their composure, Julian’s eyes adverting towards the ground stubbornly. More than likely it was a call for Nadia or Lucio; they were their business’ most renowned call escorts. Ring... Julian dragged his fingers along the counter; What was a call boy without a caller? Asra shifted, reaching towards the telephone with polished precision. Ring... When they picked it up, honey-like words effortlessly allured, their natural charisma urging the caller to digress. “You’ve reached The Arcana... This is Asra speaking, how may I be of assistance? Hmm... A new caller I presume? Tell me miss, what are you looking for...”

There was no doubt in the future doctor’s mind that the newfangled caller would be directed to Nadia. She was experienced, poised and absolutely elegant as many callers described her. Or perhaps someone as bratty and animalistic as Lucio would be an option... Who wouldn’t want that in a first time experience? And yet Julian’s intrigue didn’t fail to amaze him when he heard what Asra spoke next:

“I see... You wish to be directed to Julian Devorak?”

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“He’s a call boy, and she has a lot of money.” *Authors Note: I decided to write something a little new outside of requests and finally have finished this introduction. What do you think about Call Boy? If you like it, let me know! I would love to see where this story can go and I hope you all would like to as well...

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