A smutty blurb for @saltwaterwreath, featuring their apprentice Lyria and Asra. 172 Words!
She thought it was uncharacteristic.
It certainly wasn’t her fault, nor was it voluntary. Asra just had a way of making her feel like her knees had gone to complete putty; he could send one well-placed look her way, and all in an instant, her scoundrel, smooth persona was little more than a memory.
She doesn’t mind it, really, especially when he lets her push him up against the closet wall, lips a breath apart, in spite of her pounding heart and trembling fingers. He smiles, wide and happy, and murmurs her name like a prayer.
On the third ‘Lyria’, she’s sinking to her knees, looking up at him through her lashes, and thanking her lucky stars that her knees haven’t buckled under her. His fingers card their way through her hair as she works his pants off, and she presses a finger to her lips, whispering, “You have to promise me you’ll stay quiet, alright?”
She didn’t have very high hopes for him, but it was the thought that counted, anyway.
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*It’s kinda like the first one in that I only use my oc’s name once so feel free to self insert! I do use she/her pronouns tho..
CWs: knife mention (for herbs), sex, swearing
She was a young herbalist who met Faust and then Asra at the market
She had fallen in unrequited love with Asra (he didn’t know). She hasn’t really been herself since he had left during the red plague.
She became Julian’s apprentice and worked under him until she was appointed court magician after the count was “murdered” and Julian fled.
She had grown very close to Julian and was devastated when he got sick and even more so when he left.
She ended up travelling around the country as a wandering soothsayer, providing remedies for ailing people she comes across.
She cut her long hair into an above-the-shoulder bob for easier maintenance on the road.
She eventually returns to Vesuvia and finds work at the palace as the court magician.
Spends the majority of her time as the court magician being a friend and confidant to both Nadia and Portia, as well as entertainment at the countess’s important events.
She didn’t know Asra had returned and also suppressed her memories of him so much that she forgot about him entirely
After a long day at the palace...
(NSFW under the cut)
‘Hmmmm,’ she falls on her back amongst the plush pillows and blankets of her bed. “Deft hands…” she whispers to herself as she begins to work her hands over her breasts and down her own body, “soft hair, plush lips” as she teases along her thighs, the image of a beautiful golden-skinned figure comes into focus, leaning over her. Their hand had replaced hers in their aimless wandering along her lower torso and thighs.
The figure tilts their head, curiously surveying the scene before them. With them, they had brought the scent of smoky herbs, cardamom and vanilla along with the sharp tang of sea salt and lemongrass. She goes rigid beneath them.
“I-it can’t- is it really you?” she whispers to the figure. They stare at her with a soft smile before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
The magician’s eyes flutter shut as she lets out a soft whimper, arching towards the figure.
“Tell me what you want”, they whisper, pressing their fingers between her thighs, biting their lip as they watch her every change in facial expression.
“Ohhh more, yes, right there…” they deftly rid her of her underwear and push two fingers inside, making the magician gasp and arch even further into their embrace.
“What do you need?” the figure rasps, obviously getting off on this.
“Just you, it’s always been you” she breathed, head falling back. The figure smiles sadly and stoops to press kisses along her exposed jaw. The magician, amazed at the softness of their lips and the pressure building in her abdomen, let the sharpening pleasure take over her senses.
The figure groans softly while pressing a lovely purple bruise behind her jaw, making the magician moan wantonly as her orgasm hits her in waves. The figure drinks in the sight of the magician, working her down from her high, chest heaving, eyelids fluttering.
“You’re so…” the magician finally opens her eyes long enough to look at the figure dazedly “...beautiful”
She takes in the shirtless person still leaning over her, wearing the face of the one she loves; amethyst eyes with pupils blown wide and breaths deepened with lust, before flipping their positions.
Silently, she begins undoing their pants, focused. She looks up at the figure, who was watching her with hooded eyes, barely breathing and lips slightly parted. “May I?” she gestures towards their prominent erection.
“Please”, the figure breathes, shifting their hips so the magician can slide their pants down to their thighs.
“... You’re so hard...”
The figure looks surprised and then amused, “Don’t sound so surprised.”
The magician smiles and kisses her way down their torso and over one of their hip bones then moves to straddle the figure’s hips, “Is this alright?”
The figure begins to nod only to throw their head back with a strangled moan as she sinks down on their length, their back arching to be even just a little bit closer and go just a little bit deeper.
She rides them roughly and sensually, their mouth slightly ajar throughout. Their heavily hooded eyes follow her hands as she runs them up their chest. She presses the tips of her fingers into their skin, dragging her nails across their chest, just hard enough to leave a mark.
“Shit, I’m- hng!” the figure spills without proper warning. The magician slides off them, pleased with herself.
Once she’s properly settled into their side, the figure finally speaks. “Can I see you again?” they breathlessly ask.
“You know I would love nothing more” the magician murmurs, eyes sliding shut. Next to her the figure disappears completely.
Asra bolts up into a sitting position in his bed. ‘Gods, I-I. That was…’ he shakes his head, fighting through the fog of sleep.
Too early!
“Sorry Faust”, he was still distracted. Asra hasn’t seen her in years, yet the dream felt so real, it must’ve been linked. The smell of white rose and musk stays with him as he nestles back into sleep’s embrace.
(NSFW over)
The magician wakes the next morning in a fantastic mood. She stretches languidly, reflecting on the strange dream she had before dressing to join the countess for breakfast. She stops at the entrance of the dining room, perplexed at the commotion of servants scrambling to prepare for some sort of event. She spots the countess in the center of the whirlwind and picks her way over to her.
“Morning, Nadia. Did I miss something?”
“No, not at all, I’ve been so stressed it must’ve slipped my mind. A dear friend of mine has a birthday tomorrow, I’ve planned a garden party to celebrate.”
“Oh, how lovely. Anything I can do to help?”
“There is the matter of the bouquets. It’s too late to order all of the flowers I need, so I need you to collect and multiply them for me. Horticulture is a specialty of yours, yes?”
The magician nods, “Which flowers?”
“Hydrangeas, peonies, and belladonnas, also known as deadly nightshade. Before tomorrow, if you will.”
The magician nods and eats quickly before collecting an herb-cutting knife and basket for the flowers.
She arrives at the edge of the looming forest, feeling it push and pull her, like it’s conflicted. She warily begins her search.
She lets the voices of the forest wash over her and she takes in her surroundings. Once she’s acquainted with her atmosphere, she begins to search in ernest.
Suddenly she hears quiet mewing from behind her. She turns to see a tiny black kitten stumbling out of the underbrush. Had it been following her?
“Hi baby, where’s mama?” the kitten just opens its mouth wide in a big yawn. “Are you sleepy? Hungry?” she reaches into her utility belt and pulls out a handkerchief, wrapping it around the kitten, she picks it up gently and tucks it into her cloak, snug and warm. She continues her search.
It’s only when she finds the flowers she seeks that she feels another presence in the woods. A predatory presence that doesn’t seem to belong here. She quickly scans her surroundings and casts a barrier that would alert her to any new presence in the area.
‘Ok, calm down, chill, you’re just being paranoid,’ she begins her collection, thanking each bush for the flowers. Once she’s finished her task, she gently plucks a few berries from the nightshade bushes. She puts them in a soft leather pouch, ready to return to the palace. Then she hears it. A shrill cackling echoes through the trees, getting closer as she tries to discern where it’s coming from.
“Fuck, shit, fuck, gods, please no.”
She begins to make her way back, aware she’s being hunted all the way. Soon she begins to hear branches snap and footfalls that are not her own. She increases her pace, carefully at first but accelerating when the sounds grew even closer.
She stumbles into a clearing, tripping on the gnarled roots of the giant tree that seemed to tower over the others. As soon as she hits the ground, it’s on her, a single clawed hand closing tightly around the front of her cloak, ripping holes in the expensive fabric. The magician yelps as she comes face to face with some kind of demonic goat.
“Now now, no need to yell, I know I’m gorgeous,” the goat thing’s voice seems to echo in her ears.
She wrests herself free of her cloak, dropping ungracefully on her ass and scooting backwards until she sat with her back against the massive oak.
He scowls and lunges towards her, clawed hand swiping at her, catching her upper arm and tearing the skin easily. She lets out a piercing scream and forces a shield up between her and the malicious creature.
In a hut in the woods:
“Did you hear that?”
“Stay here, I’m going to find out what that was.”
“Asra-”
“I’ll be back soon, Muriel.”
“At least take Inanna with you.”
“What the hell are you and why are you hunting me?!”
“You’ve taken my place. My wife, my toys, my servants. You act like it’s all yours and you didn’t even work for it!”
“What?”
Just then a figure bursts from the undergrowth, snarling at the demon and protectively placing herself between the magician and monster.
“Lucio.” The count whirls around to face the white-haired magician, who was also stepping between the count and his prey.
“Ah... Asra! I was just leaving. Sorry you couldn’t join in on the fun,” and with that, he turns on his heel and lopes into the trees.
“Bastard. Hey! Hey, are you alright?” he crouches next to the magician, who was checking over a small black kitten tucked in the crook of her uninjured arm. He repeats himself, slowly placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She flinches anyway. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you…” he eyes the purple bruise peeking out from behind her jaw.
“Ah sorry, I don’t usually startle like that…” she finally looks her savior in the eyes, sucking in a deep breath. “Asra.”
Asra’s eyes widen and he lets out a labored breath, “Lyria… fuck, are you ok?” He gently examines her injured arm, waving a healing hand over the torn skin.
“Y-you didn’t have to…” fuck, why was she acting like a shy teenager?! Asra helps her to her feet, checking her over another three times. “So you’re back…”
He finally looks her in the eye. “Yeah… so are you”
She takes a shaky breath, biting her lip and looking down at their feet. “I missed you,” she whispers.
“Then perhaps we should catch up,” he holds his arm out to her with a dashing dimpled smile and leads her back to the palace.
Finished a sketch for @asterions-star uwu their MC cuddling with Mudiel. Please give this man lots of love <3
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*i don’t use my oc’s name in this but i wrote it w her in mind but! feel free to change the pronouns in your mind and imagine your apprentice in her place!
This is my first time posting a fic lol, shred me if you want, english is my first language so if it’s trash, i so sory
She has rich parents who don’t pay much attention to her but are also disappointed in her lascivious ways
Ended up getting kicked out of school but instead of going home, she began training under a talented herbalist
Learned magic accidentally
Eventually left town with money, herbs, and a small makeshift medicine kit
Ended up in Vesuvia
Got famous on the way, she became really gifted
Got invited to the palace when she arrived
Befriended Nadia (who really doesn’t care who fucks who)
Jucio took an interest to her immediately
He pestered her but she wasn’t taking his shit
Still ended up sleeping with him a few nights later (it was terrible)
Meets Asra the day after at a luncheon (at breakfast-time) in the garden
He warns her that Lucenzo isn’t who she thinks he is and tells her about his “Scourge of the South”
She was hella convinced
Asra tells her to get out as soon as possible
Arranges for her to meet a friend at the Rowdy Rave
She goes to the coliseum later that day with Nadia and Lucio
Horrified at the bloodlust
Horrified at Lucio
Horrified at the violence and gore
Slips through the crowd as soon as it’s over
She basically sprints to the Rowdy Raven and shouts breathlessly “Is anyone here a doctor?!”
Everyone just looks at her
Jules pops up all concerned and shit
“I’m a doctor, what’s wrong?! Who’s hurt??”
She’s like oh, do you know Asra?
Chaos ensues
Has to smuggle her ass through to the edge of the forest bc Ucio has guards scouring the city for his wayward “court magician” (she declined the job offer)
She dazzles him with her suave flirting and finesse until she ends up taking a fucking plunge into one of the canals
Ilya only has time to drag her out of the water, pry off a vampire eel and throw her over his shoulder because the guards spotted them and were coming in hot
When they reach the edge of the forest Muriel is waiting for them
She claims she’s fine and that she can stand and promptly eats shit
Falls towards Muriel instead of Julian
Muriel just lets her hit the ground bc he wasn’t expecting that at all
Julian has to stop the bleeding before they can even think about moving on
Muriel parts with Julian and carries her to his hut
She needs to recover for a few days, in that time Muriel discovers that she’s a mega flirt… just not with him. She can’t really talk properly around him…
Asra, and Julian (much to Muriel’s dismay), come through a few times to check on her
She immediately turns it on:
Asra is only a bit flustered at the beginning but starts to take it playfully
Ilya’s life is ruined
He can hardly form a proper sentence, she’s laying it on so thick
Might pass out from high blood pressure
One night, while Muriel’s with the chickens and Inanna, she asks Asra about Muriel’s scars (bc she can hardly look at him without actually making a whole fool of herself, nevermind ask him a personal question)
He pauses, “before I tell you, be patient and gentle with him?”, when she nods he pauses for a long time
Then all he says is “remember when I told you about the Scourge of the South...?”
She goes buckwild (Faust says Rowdy!)
Starts getting hysterical
“H-he did that to him!?!??!?!? That- that fucking monster!!!”
Tries to get up even though she’s still injured, Asra is like “oh shit chill”
“He’s killed so many people!! He’s like a fucking plague!”
Muriel overhears and just assumes she talking about him
Meanwhile, she’s still flipping tables inside calling The Count a variety of Bad Things
All of a sudden goes very still and very calm
“I’m going to kill him”
“N O”
Muriel’s heard enough (or so he thinks) and goes deeper into the forest with Inanna. He’s gone for hours
Meanwhile, she starts sobbing
Asra eventually calms her all the way down with some magic help, tea, and squeezes from Faust
She explains her whole predicament from sex with Lucio to her feelings for Muriel and how she feels like she owes it to Muriel to end The Count
Asra lets her cry on him until she falls asleep and he has to go back to the shop
It’s almost noon the next day and Muriel still isn’t back
She starts to panic “fuck, what if he heard me crying last night and thinks I’m fucking hysterical?”
Is restless as fuck
Finally over it, she puts on some clothes and leaves the hut (like a damned fool)
She calls out to Muriel for what feels like hours
She’s starting to feel dizzy… she hadn’t eaten that day and her wound? That shit hurted (but not as much as her heart!)
Decides to take a nap under a random tree, actually going into shock bc she fucked around and reopened the bite
Inanna smells the blood and leads an unknowing Muriel to her, sniffling at the unconscious magician (stupid head)
“What are you doing out here?!”
She jolts up and squints at him
“Puppy?”
He carries her back to the hut (bc he’s totally soft for her)
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were safe”
“... what?”
He takes care of her bloodied clothes and redresses her wound
“... why … would you do something like that?”
“... I- I can’t tell you yet”
Muriel thinks it’s some assassination plot and gets hella closed off and also mad at himself because it was so fucking easy for her to get him right back where she wants him
He closes off immediately and she’s reminded of what Asra told her last night, why he’s a hermit who doesn’t trust anyone but him
Starts sniffling
“... what are you doing?”
Then she just flat out cries with them ghibli tears
“What’s wrong…??!” ol boy Muriel is starting to panic
She can only choke out “I am so sorry” over and over until she can’t speak properly
Muriel is still lost as hell “what do you have to be sorry for?”
She finally looks him in the eye “for sleeping with him! … for what he did to you”
Muriel is shook as fuck
“What he-? You.... you don’t think I’m a monster? That I’m a plague?”
She finally understands his meaning even though her mind is a fog of pain, dizziness, and tears
“Of course I don’t think that! I was talking about- … about Lucio. You’re not disgusted at me…?” she croaks
He shakes head and strokes her head softly as a fresh wave of tears hit her
Muriel sits on his bed with her silently until she falls asleep, curled up in pelts with Inanna
He thinks back to when she said that she would “kill him” and breathes out a short huff of a laugh
She’s so small and so fierce… like… a little bear
He knows she can’t go back to the city because of The Capricorn™️ and he’s already gotten used to having her around and so has Inanna
“Alright, Little Bear, don’t worry anymore”
He lets her feed the chickens all the time and cooks her favorite dish whenever she gets cramps
Eventually lets her braid his hair with flowers
Asra brings them their bread when he visits
Julian stops by a lot less frequently than Asra, but one night has them both try a salty bitters and is #banned
She dances in the rain too much and just grins at an exasperated Muriel when she drips water all over the goddamn floor
She makes Muriel sleep on his bed with her, she won’t take no for an answer
Learns to cook his favorite meal and has Julian smuggle her some black mead as a birthday surprise for Muriel
He actually smiles at her to her face!
One morning she’s trying to wake him up because his arm is heavy and she needs to get up to feed the chickens and he just mumbles “what is it, Little Bear?” and she just drops dead right there
The boys are devastated (kidding)
She just can’t speak properly for hours but Muriel falls back asleep, oblivious
She goes swimming with Inanna on a hot summer afternoon but stays out late so he goes to find her for dinner
She neked
He wasn’t fucking ready
He’s red for the rest of the night and she’s like Muriel: 264; me: 1
Sometimes she sneaks kisses on his shoulders and arms but they’re so light he doesn’t notice
Gets caught once
“That was you??”
Can’t look him in the eye for a week
She was having a one-sided conversation with Inanna and hears a strange sound behind her
It was Muriel. He laughed. Out loud. Surprised everyone including himself
One night she and Muriel get caught in the rain
Strippinggggg
They’re both a mess in the duration of peeling off their soaked clothing
She sits wrapped in a pelt in front of the fire
There’s hella firewood so Muriel has no fucking excuse to leave
Just wraps a pelt around his waist and goes about making tea
Once that’s done, he’s forced to awkwardly sit by her in front of the fire
She’s getting bold now, letting the pelt slip down her shoulders and leaning against him
Poor man almost fucking combusts
Now or never, bitch
She stutters out some dumb confession and Muriel just looks away and smiles softly “I know, Little Bear”
After that, she can’t keep her hands off him
She always at least lightly lacing their fingers when they’re near
And she kisses his face A Lot
It always flusters him without fail
Likes to hug him all the time. She’s like a koala but cuter
Eventually convinces him to take off his collar
Asra comes over for a picnic and immediately senses the difference (cue The Smirk)
She tells him about Muriel’s nickname for her and he just eats it up lmao
Teases Muriel the most
“Can I help plan the wedding? We can invite Nadi!”
Before she feeds the chickens one morning, she goes to peck Muriel on the cheek
She m is s ed
Muriel was so red haha she just giggled and flitted away
Makes it a mission to see how riled up she can get him
He caved after 2 days when she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth
NSFW later---
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago but the discord said it was cute or whatever so here it is
