#the arcana a mystic romance x reader

[magicians-abode]

Saw this post on my page as I was scrolling and immediately got inspired, so I opened my notes and started writing. This is fresh out of my brain, so enjoy! ♡~

Characters Included: Laios Touden; Kabru of Utaya; Asra Alnazar; Yaad Melini; Thistle

Warnings: none - fluff

If you ever were to approach him and decided to ask him "what exactly is so great about me?" Oh he'd start slowly pointing out "obvious" things. They're obvious to him, maybe not to you if you're insecure about yourself, but hell they are one of the first things that stand out to him. He'd look at you with a gentle smile as he points out how your hands fit so nicely in his. How he loves the feeling on your skin against his when he's holding you, caressing you ever so softly.

He loves the way the sun hits your hair, whether it be short, long, tied up or not, the sunrays always manage to tangle in your locks and create a soft angelical halo around your pretty head. He adores the way your chest subtly rises and falls when you breathe in and out, and how if he were to rest his pretty head over the place where your heart is, it'd lull him to sleep, creating a soft rhythm for his ears.

And then he would start going more into depth about things. Don't expect him to just answer with a: "you're pretty/beautiful, smart, funny" because that just simply won't do. It's not enough to describe how it makes his heart feel whole and full of light.

Speaking of full of light; "have you got any idea of how beautifully your eyes shine whenever you smile?"

He says your voice feels like it's carried by the wind itself whenever you speak. It's beautiful. Never too loud, never too soft, just perfect for him to listen to you all day long without getting tired.

"It's as easy as breathing to love you, and more necessary than air itself" he'd declare, placing a hand over his heart, swearing it on his life.

He likes your curves: your stomach, your shoulders, your hips, your legs, and not sexually, no he'd never just mean it that way. He loves the way you carry yourself, the way you walk and how your hips shift with every step, how your arms swing softly by your sides and how your hair seems to softly bounce.

In your face lay the most gorgeous features any painter would've loved to portray in a portrait, that years later, would end up in a museum for everyone to admire and gush about how breathtaking the model was.

Lips as soft as a summer breeze, refreshing and always leaving you wanting for more. Eyes as bright as the sun, eyelashes as its rays of light. Cheeks sometimes the canvas of a gentle blush whenever you're too cold, or feel too shy.

He loves you from the inside out and from head to toe, and that is something that will never change. It didn't happen yesterday, it won't happen today, and it won't happen tomorrow either. You are a beautiful child of nature, made of beauty and love, meant to be happy and even more.

In his eyes, perfection has a definition, and it's you.

A/N: I've been racking my brain all day trying to get inspo to write what has been in my ask box for days now, but instead wrote this. I'm happy but also disappointed in myself ;-; please tell me this happens to someone else too (this is me:)

[thekitchenywitch]

Little things about dating Asra

• NEEDS to be able to hear your heart beat when you’re sleeping or when cuddling. Literally has no preference on positions as long as her can have his ear against your chest

• going along with that you’ve found him napping in the absolute WILDEST places, one time you found him asleep in the spices/herbs pantry… he smelled so good but so unidentifiable for about 2 days

• Faust is always updating Asra on you if you can’t be together all the time (as we saw in canon) but also Vice versa. She’ll never admit it to you but sometimes she thinks that you two could have actually gotten together pre-route and your both just idiots (affectionately)

• anytime he has to leave you behind for a mission he’ll leave you little trinkets from the last one to soften the blow of not waking up next to him

(I’ve risen from the dead, hopefully (but not likely) will be able to post more often)

[oaksgrove]

The Forest’s Lullaby

pairing: Muriel x Apprentice!Reader

synopsis: On a rainy night deep in the woods, you and Muriel find peace in the small, steady life you've built together.

warnings: Muriel being an unbearably sleepy (and husband-coded) bear; extreme softness; no actual plot, just vibes.

word count: 531

The night was heavy with the scent of rain, earthy and clean, mingling with the lingering traces of myrrh from the incense you had burned earlier. The hut, nestled deep in the heart of the forest, hummed with quiet life—the gentle creak of wood shifting, the steady rhythm of raindrops pattering against the canopy above, their soft drumming melting into the hushed whispers of wind weaving through the trees, the soft rustling of leaves against the roof. It was a song only the forest could sing, cradling you in its embrace.

Inside, warmth cocooned you, wrapping you in a peace that felt as old as the earth itself. The low fire in the hearth crackled softly, its embers pulsing like a heartbeat, filling the space with a golden glow that flickered against the wooden walls. Muriel lay beside you, his warmth anchoring you to the present. His arm was draped loosely over your waist, his hand resting against your stomach. His breath was steady, slow, the kind that came when he felt safe, when his guard had slipped away entirely.

Inanna sprawled at your feet, her fur soft against your toes, her body a comforting weight as she snored softly every so often, her ears twitched, as if she were listening to the rain in her dreams. You smiled, tilting your head just enough to watch Muriel’s face in the dim light. His expression was peaceful, more at ease than you had ever seen in the early days of knowing him.Back then, he had kept his distance, shoulders always drawn tight with the habit of expecting solitude. But now? Now he held you close, unafraid of touch, of closeness, of the life you had built together.

Smiling softly, you reached up, fingers threading over the strands of his dark hair, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. He hummed in response, not quite awake, but aware of your presence. His hold on you tightened, pulling you just a little closer, as if even in sleep, he wanted to keep you near.

The forest outside breathed with you, the gentle patter of rain against the leaves soothing, rhythmic, steady. It smelled of damp earth, of life, of renewal. You sighed into it, letting it fill your lungs, letting it ground you.  There was something ancient about this feeling—this quiet, this warmth, this moment of existing so completely in the presence of someone you loved.

Muriel shifted, his nose brushing against your temple. His voice, thick with sleep, rumbled softly against your skin. “You’re still awake.”

You smiled. “So are you.”

A slow exhale. He buried his nose against your hair, his warmth sinking into you, his presence steady, immovable. “Mm,” was all he offered in response, but the way he held you said everything.

There were no grand words between you, no declarations needed. This—this quiet, this warmth, the sound of the rain and the forest’s lullaby—was love.

And as your eyes finally fluttered shut, slipping into the peace of sleep, you knew—no matter how much the world changed, no matter what storms might come—this was a place you could always call home.

taglist: @justlilpeaches21

[iridescent-solstice]

Pst @graciebasie . . . remember Rockstar!Asra? Cause he def remembers you.

❝ Locked in the hotel There's some things that never change ❞

Sighing you lean forward on your elbows, watching intently as he sings. Standing behind the studio's glass window, you were tasked with adjusting and tweaking the audio ever so slightly when needed. That was your job. To make sure everything ran smoothly behind the scenes. So, Asra was absolutely perfect for his fans. Not like he wasn't that all on his own. You could see why the viewers kept requesting for this cover. The song Senorita in his normally soft and airy voice was already enough serotonin to provoke a heartattack . . . but when he adds an air of intimacy into the mix? Instant kill. No chance for recovery left . . .

The relationship between you two was strictly professional but even you couldn't deny the thousands of compliments his fans would spew in the comment section. And with the studio completely empty today as per his request. You could freely admire him without the fear of getting caught. Something something about feeling more at ease with just you by his side. Normally you'd be against it, but he was far too insistent this time, so you gave in. Just this once though. Usually, you’d be his side to give feedback and not behind the glass fiddling around with buttons, but today the camera was turned on. Unfortunately, it was only a few feet away from you. Turned towards Asra so there'd be no chance of any eye contact. Not even accidental. He wasn't a fan of staring directly into the camera or even in its general direction.

❝ You say we're just friends But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la ❞

Stunning. Is the only adjective that would do justice when Asra’s like this. Always in a world of his own when he’s singing. He really is passionate about his craft, and it definitely shows.

An angel. That’s what he looked like, well he always did, but especially under the ambient lighting you choose today. His golden-brown skin glitters as the light bounces off his thick golden choker. His fluffy white hair messy yet stylish in a way only he can manage to pull off. Not to mention the way he grips his guitar while rocking his hips every now and then. He must be aware of what he's doing. There's no other reason he'd be grinning to himself as he sang if he wasn't. In a good mood, you note. Whatever he's thinking about must be exciting because he can't stop smiling to himself. His dimples even more prominent due to the halo effect behind him. His signature baggy white shirt is rolled up at the sleeves leaving his arms exposed for everyone's viewing pleasure. Biceps flexing every now and then, while one slender hand grips the base of the guitar as the other skilfully toys with the strings.

You flinch when he suddenly turns towards you. Scrambling, you look down at the soundboard. Did you miss a lighting cue? Highly unlikely, but then again . . . You have been extremely distracted today. However, that didn’t seem to be the case at all. So confused you glance back only to be hit with a sight for sore eyes. His paralysing hypnotic eyes locked onto you make you freeze like a deer caught in headlights. Furrowing your brows you make a questioning expression as if to ask what's wrong. Confusion only growing when he continues to sing as if he's not acting extremely out of character. It's only when his eyelashes flutter sinfully, a grin twitching at his lips while he tilts his head back with a low lidded stare that you realise what's going on . . . He's singing to you.

❝ Ooh, I should be runnin' but Ooh, you keep me coming to ya ❞

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @kodaswrld ]

This drabble had me in a chokehold. I hope I did the concept justice!

[bunnyluvx]

the hanged man.

featuring: julian devorak x gn!reader. (w/ asra!)

summary: the morning after the dock talk.

warnings: death mention. nothing else.

a/n: HELLO SWEETIES!! i present thee with my first fanfiction!! all of my other content has been hcs/imagines up until this point and i am very excited about it! i did not expect for my first fanfic on here to be angst but i got so giddy about this idea that i couldn't wait. i am about to finish nadia's route and omg i am so nervous???? literally one more book, then i find out which ending i got. i REALLY want her reversed ending but will not be completely displeased if i get her upright ending. we shall see within the next couple of days. thank you to the ppl who gave constructive criticism to help me better this fanfic!! proofread. now enjoy your angst >:3

date started: 10:24PM, july 4th, 2024. date finished: 9:30PM, july 8th, 2024.

divider credit: @thecutestgrotto

wc: 1.9k

Sun pours in through the window beside your bed. It tickles your skin, urging you to wake from your slumber. The light tries to pull the covers off of you as the day calls your name, but you do not answer. You lay curled up on your side, blankets huddled around you in a cocoon. You don't carry the usual motivation that you have to get up and get things done, not today. All you want to do is hide in the blankets away from the world and stay there forever. So many emotions that are far too heavy for you to carry weigh on your shoulders, and if sleeping forever was an option, you would have dozed back off by now. But the sun is persistent in its mission at waking you, so your eyes begrudgingly peel open.

Your sight is welcomed by the same view that you have been greeted with every morning for the past three years. You lay still for a moment to take everything in. So much has happened ever since the countess asked that you take on the task of finding Count Lucio's killer, Doctor Julian Devorak. The first time that you met him, he had broken into your shop, and you found him again at the Rowdy Raven. Somehow, you managed to run into him again after a few weeks, one thing led to another, and you had fallen in love with the very man that you had sworn to catch for hanging. This romance did not last you very long, for last night, he left you. He told you that he was a disaster waiting to happen, that he didn't want to hurt you. He was so convinced that if you chose him, you would have chosen a horrible fate, and he couldn't let you do that to yourself. He walked you home, and while having dinner with Asra after speaking about your day, you broke. You had spent most of that night in tears with them at your side the entire time, holding you and rubbing your back to comfort you.

You turn around to see Asra exactly where he was when you had fallen asleep; At your side, on their back with their arm extended out to you incase you wanted to curl up against them. He had warned you about Julian, and his words echo in the back of your head. "The only thing he loves more than drama is his own suffering. And he's determined to chase both." You reflect on the way that he spoke of himself when he was fighting with himself about leaving you, and you find it so hard to believe that Julian is anything like how he sees himself. With the little time that you had spent together, you can see Julian's big heart, one that is kind and adventurous and full of love for the people around him. Despite everything that happened in his past, whatever it was, you can't see him as anything more than someone you want to love.

Enough is enough. You cannot lay here and sulk all day, even though that's all you really want to do. Slowly, you manage to sit up from bed, careful with your movements so that you don't wake Asra. You decide to go downstairs to make some tea for yourself, since it always makes you feel better. You trudge to the shop below, still groggy from slumber, and grab the teapot before waking the salamander and politely asking to light a fire for you. The fire flares up, and you make your favorite brew.

After you make your tea, you delicately take the mug into your hands and blow on it before having a sip. A content sigh escapes your lips as your eyes close, savoring the taste on your tongue. You take another slow sip before your eyes open, looking around the shop that you have learned like the back of your hand. You figure that you'll probably need to open up today, which you don't think will be too much of a problem. Standing around won't do you much good, you think, so you decide to stand outside for some fresh air. You make your way to the door and open it, one foot is about to step out of the door when you stop upon seeing something just under your foot. You move it back into the shop, then lean over and see..a letter? Your name is written on the front in handwriting that you have seen in the palace's library, and you know exactly who it's from.

You scoop the letter up from the floor before dashing inside, slamming the door behind you before rushing to the front counter. Anxiety swirls around within your stomach hotly, and your hands slightly tremble as you rip open the letter. You free the paper from its prison and unfold it, then begin to read.

My Dear,

I knew that I wouldn't be able to stay away from you. At the time that I am writing this letter, it has only been a couple of hours since I dropped you back off at the shop. The moment that I walked away, all I wanted to do was come running back to you. My heart was screaming at me to turn around, to ask you to come with me, wherever that meant for us to have gone. I guess that just proves how selfish I am, or maybe just how alluring you are. In the end, the decision that I made was for the better of both of us. We could never be together, no matter how badly we want differently.

Believe me when I say that I did not want this to end the way it has. I have never wanted to cause you harm or heartache. If I could, I would spend the rest of my life taking your pain away. But I have only one purpose in this life, and that is to hurt. I am destined to bring misery to everyone in my life, and to live alone. Choosing a future with me would mean to choose a future full of disappointments, and I do not want to disappoint you anymore. I do not want to disappoint anyone anymore. So I will not burden you with my presence. You will be able to go on with your life, chasing a future that will not wind up with you getting hurt. You are the last person that I want to drag into my mess, so I have to let you go.

Though our time together was short, I enjoyed it all. Every moment with you made me feel more alive than I have ever felt before. It is not often that I find someone who is willing to get into some mischief with me, so finding you and sharing the experiences that we had together is something that I am very grateful for. I am grateful that you allowed me to be in your company for as long as you did, and I am grateful for the kindness and care that you showed me. You have such a gentle, beautiful soul, and everyone who has ever crossed paths with you are the luckiest people on planet to have been able to experience your presence.

I could go on about how lovely you are. You have so much love to give, and you are caring. You had the capacity to care for me, and for that, I am grateful. One day, I can only hope that you will understand that leaving you was for your benefit. I do not want to bring you the suffering that I have brought so many others, so I will spare you of myself. I am struggling to believe that this decision is the right one, honestly. All I can think about is running back to your shop and breaking in again to tell you how sorry I am, and to beg for your forgiveness. That's something that we are going to have to find out together, I guess.

Forever Yours,

Dr. Julian Devorak

You don't know how long tears have been falling down your face. Your chest feels tight, like it's about to burst, and you can't breathe. A hand hovers over your mouth as you stare in horror at the paper in your hand. Too many emotions crash into you all at once for you to even begin processing the words in front of you. You couldn't believe that this is how it's ending between you and Julian. You know that part of why he feels this way about himself is because he has no memory of the night that he allegedly murdered Count Lucio. However, there is also the opposite end of that spectrum; He doesn't remember. There could be a chance that he didn't actually kill the count, and if that's the case, then you need to figure out what actually happened that night. Your blood runs overwhelmingly hot inside you as you ruminate on Julian's irresolution. You feel like you shouldn't even be this upset about someone that you didn't even have a solid relationship with, but you can't ignore the agonizing stabbing feeling in your heart. He could be innocent, but he is more willing to live his life wallowing in his own guilt than to live knowing that the baggage that he is carrying is unneeded.

You are unable to control your body any longer as you collapse to your knees, your loud sobbing betraying the anger that you stirred inside you just moments ago. A brief feeling of regret is drawn from you for even thinking of being angry, leaving as soon as it comes to be replaced with desolation. Grief for what could have been, for what you so desperately wanted this to be, overwhelms you. Shrieks from your voice scream into the empty shop as you hold the letter to your chest with both arms, your torso leaning forward in a fetal position on the floor.

Footsteps scatter down the stairs, and familiar eyes lay upon you. Your cries have awakened Asra, and they are at your side within seconds. His hands are on your shoulders and he sits on the floor with his feet under his butt, his knees propping him up. They watch worriedly as you heave and wail, only when you sit up do they see the letter in your hand. He doesn't say anything, for he knows exactly what has happened. Their eyes darken before they return their focus to you, you are far more important right now. You cry out to whatever spirit will listen, and collapse into Asra's arms. A strong embrace comes around you, only protecting you so much from the hurt of your heart.

You cannot understand what is going inside of Julian's head for the life of you. You do not understand why he feels such a strong need to push you away when all you want is to love him. He has admitted to wanting the same thing, so you feel so confused as to why he just won't let you. You find it difficult to believe that he truly hates himself so much, that he despises the very person that you see so much good in. The fact that he hates someone who took on a curse in which he takes on other's wounds because of his own guilt baffles you. A future without Julian is not a future that you want, but it is what he believes that he deserves. He believes that he deserves to walk the world alone for the rest of his life, and despite the fate that he has condemned himself to, something muffledly admits to you that it is not what he is bound to live.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai.

[purplepossumm]

Asra's Gladiator CG in my style !! <3

[mello-bee]

quick lucio drawing ft. my mc and Melchior

(is the fandom still dead)

[bxttxrflybxddie]

Doctor Jules

Imagines

Kinktober Day 4: Stockings

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[korielle-writing-fanfics]

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I will write for the next fandoms:

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Our Life: Beginnings & Always

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[magicians-abode]

Re-installed The Arcana last night because I remembered the last screenshot and I just had to replay that tale. Safe to say I was swooning... [twirling my hair, kicking my feet]

Ugh, Asra I love you too much!!

[thekitchenywitch]

Short HC about how their hands feel

(Please keep in mind I am a minor, I am aware there is opportunities for the comments under this to be explicit. Because of that I would like to remind everyone that this fandom does include minors and needs to react accordingly)

Muriel: warm. all the time. Could have just come in from freezing fucking cold and this man’s hands are still. Fucking. Toasty. They are definitely rough and calloused but not cracked. Sort of like a wooden type feel.

Asra: cold. I know there are gonna be people to disagree with me and say they’re warm. But no. His hands are cold and he knows it. Sometimes when you’re sleeping, nice and warm and cozy, they put their hands right or your back and laugh when complain asking you to warm them up.

Nadia: smooth. So, so smooth and soft. Loves to run her hands up and down your arms while she talks with someone else. Honestly it’s just become a subconscious habit she has.

Julian: Long skinny fingers that are cold but not to the point it’s uncomfortable, just enough that you know it’s colder than yours. Likes to fidget with your hands when he’s able. Especially when cuddling and half asleep.

Portia: again really warm and soft hand, but her fingers are much shorter than her brothers, plenty of small burn scars from learning to bake. Always uses them to cup your face when she kisses you.

[oaksgrove]

Roots

Pairing: Muriel x Apprentice!Reader

Synopsis: Life with Muriel is simple and steady, built on quiet understanding and unwavering love. But when strange dreams start haunting your nights, pulling you toward something unseen, you turn to the cards for answers. What they reveal is life-changing—a new beginning, one you never expected but already feel deep in your bones.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mild anxiety about change, lots of softness.

word count: 1088

Life with Muriel was simple, steady—woven with soft mornings, shared meals, and quiet walks through the forest. The hut was filled with warmth, the scent of firewood and myrrh lingering in the air, and Inanna always lounged somewhere close, watching over the two of you with quiet devotion.

Marriage had been an easy thing, slipping into place like it had always belonged there. You had carved out a life together, full of small joys and wordless understanding.

And yet… the dreams had started.

At first, they were just strange—shifting landscapes, echoes of laughter, glimpses of something just out of reach. But each night, they became more vivid, more urgent. You would wake with a sense of something just beyond your grasp, a feeling that lingered in your chest like an unanswered question.

One morning, as you sat by the hearth, fingers curled around a warm cup of tea, you finally told Muriel.

“They’re not nightmares,” you admitted, staring into the steam. “But they feel… important. Like they’re trying to tell me something.”

Muriel glanced at you from where he was seated, sharpening his knife with slow, deliberate strokes. He wasn’t one for worrying, not about dreams, not about things he couldn’t touch or see.

His gaze softened. “Dreams come and go,” he said simply. “You’re safe. We’re safe. There’s no need to worry.”

And for a while, you tried to believe him.

But when the dreams persisted, you turned to the tea. You set your intention, let the leaves steep, and watched as they settled into patterns at the bottom of the cup.

Nothing made sense.

The symbols danced, shifting each time you tried to make sense of them. Leaves shaped like roots, like a river branching outward, like—like something new growing.

It left you with more questions than answers.

Muriel watched as you frowned at the cup for what must have been the hundredth time. He sighed, setting down his knife. “Go talk to Asra.”

So you did.

Asra’s shop smelled of herbs and candle wax, a familiar comfort. He was already making tea when you walked in, like he’d been expecting you.

“You’re not the only one,” he said, before you could even speak.

You blinked. “What?”

Asra turned, his violet eyes studying you. “The dreams. I’ve been having them too.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You sat across from him as he set down the tea, and you explained everything—the restless nights, the strange dreams, the unreadable tea leaves, even how Inanna had been staying closer than usual, watching you with knowing eyes.

Asra hummed thoughtfully. “That’s too many signs to ignore.”

You exchanged a glance before he pulled out his tarot deck. The cards shuffled effortlessly between his fingers, the energy in the room shifting, settling.

“Let’s see what the cards have to say.”

You took a breath and placed your hand over the deck, closing your eyes for a moment before drawing three cards.

When you turned them over, your breath caught.

The Empress. The Moon. The Fool.

Creation. Uncertainty. A new beginning.

Asra exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “Well, that’s… pretty clear.”

You swallowed, staring at the cards. The dreams, the signs, the way your body had been feeling just a little different lately.

A new addition to your family.

Your hands trembled slightly as you pressed them to your stomach, realization settling deep in your bones.

Asra grinned, leaning back. “Muriel’s going to be thrilled.”

And for the first time since the dreams began, you felt at peace.

The walk back home felt different. The air was crisp with the lingering scent of rain, and the trees whispered in the wind, as if they, too, knew what was to come. Your heart was a tangle of emotions—excitement, disbelief, something warm and vast blooming in your chest.

A new addition to your family.

The thought alone was enough to make your steps falter. You placed a hand over your stomach instinctively, feeling no difference yet—but knowing, deep in your soul, that something had already begun.

When you reached the hut, Inanna was the first to greet you. She lifted her head from where she lay by the door, her keen eyes studying you as if she knew. You knelt down, running your fingers through her fur. “You knew, didn’t you?” you murmured.

She huffed softly, pressing her nose against your palm.

Muriel was inside, tending to the fire, his broad back to you. The warmth of the room wrapped around you immediately, the familiar scent of burning wood and herbs settling your nerves.

He turned when he heard you enter. His gaze flickered over you, gentle, searching. “How did it go?”

You swallowed, stepping closer. “Asra was having the dreams too,” you said. “We did a reading.”

Muriel’s brow furrowed slightly, waiting. You reached for his hand, guiding it to rest against your stomach. His fingers curled instinctively around your side, solid and grounding.

“The cards were clear,” you whispered. “We’re starting something new, Muriel.” Your voice trembled, but not from fear. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Muriel didn’t move at first. He stared at you, his breath slow and steady, his hand warm where it rested against you. For a moment, you worried he might retreat into himself, that the weight of it might be too much.

But then he exhaled, a sound so soft and full of wonder it made your heart ache. His fingers flexed slightly, his calloused palm pressing more firmly against you, like he was trying to feel something that wasn’t there yet—but would be.

“You’re sure?” His voice was hushed, reverent.

You nodded, your throat tightening. “Yes.”

Something in his expression shifted—something deep and unspoken. And then, before you could say anything else, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you, his hold firm and unwavering.

You buried your face against his chest, breathing him in. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, grounding you, anchoring you to this moment.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. There was no need. The fire crackled, the rain whispered against the roof, and the forest hummed outside, carrying its quiet blessing.

Eventually, Muriel shifted, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll take care of you,” he murmured.

You smiled, tightening your grip around him. “I know.”

And in the quiet of your home, with Inanna curled at your feet and the promise of something new between you, you knew—whatever came next, you wouldn’t face it alone.

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[iridescent-solstice]

(Blame @crunchy-humanoid for this au)

❝ How is it that you've grown even more beautiful than the last time I saw you . . .❞

Sighing wishfully, he cradles your cold lifeless body as gently as possible. Pulling it halfway out of the coffin it laid in, and flush to his chest. Quietly mourning what feels like the biggest lost he's ever been faced with. Asra hates it.

Even when he doesn't want to, he finds himself back here. By your side. The mating mark on his neck aches dully whenever he holds you. Its a welcomed punishment for not being there for you. For leaving you behind, and now . . . you’re gone. He’s noticed a lot of things since you’ve passed. The biggest find is how the dark brooding coffin doesn't suit you at all. No, he'd rather his arms be holding you instead, as you cheerfully beam back at him, your tiny fangs peaking out shyly behind your plum lips. But that's not possible now is it?

He wonders to himself just how much more will the count take from him? First his parents, then his best friend . . . and now you too? Asra will be damned if he lets the ritual succeed. If anyone deserves a second chance, it's you. Not Lucio.

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

next next next, "oh stop pouting, i'm coming" with a sleepy sleepy julian, and maybe "sad...i have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with" too? it fits together

I literally forgot about this for, like, a week lmao

“Are you almost done?” Julian asked.

You glanced back at him and couldn’t suppress a smile. He’d moved his pillow to the end of the bed so he could rest on his stomach while still looking at you. Although, with the way his hair was falling in his eyes, you doubted he could actually see anything.

You’d have loved nothing more than to join him, but there was a still a pile of books on your desk that you had yet to begin in.

“No,” you sighed. “I have to get this done, my love.”

“Nadia won’t mind if you take a break, you know,” he pointed out. “In fact, she’d probably be upset if she knew how hard you’re pushing yourself.”

“I know, Julian. But this is serious. People are getting sick and we need to find out everything we can about it. If it’s contagious, if it has a magical origin, how to cure it-“

Julian’s soft chuckle interrupted you. “I’m a doctor, (Y/N). I know this is important. But my point is that you won’t be any use to anyone if you keel over in the middle of dinner.”

You knew he had a point, but you were determined to keep going as long as you could. Determined to avoid a second Red Plague.

“Sorry, my love. You’ll have to sleep without me.”

Julian sighed dramatically, rolling over onto his back and letting his head hang over the edge of the bed. “Shame. I have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with…”

“I know what you’re doing, Ilya,” you said, bringing out his old name to show that you were serious.

Julian flashed you a smirk, somehow looking even more striking upside-down. “Is it working?”

“No,” you said stubbornly.

His smirk faded and now he was pouting at you. “(Y/N), please. We’ve barely seen each other all week. I miss you.”

You turned away, staring at the scroll in front of you, but the words refused to register. Behind you, Julian sighed again.

You knew a losing battle when you saw one.

“Oh, stop pouting,” you groaned, pushing the chair back and getting up. “I’m coming.”

Julian smiled. “I knew that would work.”

“Keep going and I’m going to smother you with a pillow, my love.”

[writing-fanics]

Otome Games.. I write for

Midnight Cinderella (Alyn Crawford: Rayvis Harneit (all characters]

Is it Love: Mystery Spell (Peter: Drogo)

Obey Me! (mammon atm)

The Arcana (Asra atm)

ikemen vampire (all)

mystic messenger (all)

Dangerous Fellows (all)

my horse prince (for the cursed fanfiction)

Royal Midnight Kiss (Prince Edward)

Sweet Scandal Returns (yoshioka shintaro)