An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Brigitte Lindholm/Hana "D.Va" Song
Characters: Brigitte Lindholm, Hana "D.Va" Song
Additional Tags: MekaMechanic
Summary:
This fic was originally for Mekamechanic Week (Day 1 - Firsts,) but I didnât get it finished in time, and then I forgot about it... better late than never, though, right?
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âtis the season, and you canât access it on tumblr since i remade, i think, so i thought iâd share this again!Â
@vampirenugget oh my god this is. the cutest thing ever đđ will you do more of these?
thank you! iâd like to--i have written a little bit of another one, but i have a lot of other unfinished asra stuff, and not enough focus, haha.Â
scars
@0jala oh fuck. this is so good. it's very reassuring to hear someone else speak about how the urge never really goes away completely. also muriel has my whole heart đ
đ thank you, iâm so glad you found it reassuring!
A little sequel! It takes place the morning after âStay.â
When you stirred from sleep the following morning, Asra was already awake, lounging against the headboard with a magic book forgotten in his lapâhe found himself getting too distracted by your sleeping form to keep reading.
You smiled up at him, and his outrageous bed-hair with a sleepy morning greeting, being met with his adoring gaze.
âIâve seen the most beautiful places on my travels⊠so many sights, and views⊠none of it compares to you.â
âAsra...â you blushed, a bashful smile spreading over your face, as your gaze shied away from him. Needless to say, Asra was pleased with your reaction, equal parts fond, and smug.
âIâm gonna make you breakfast,â he announced with a bright smile, stroking a gentle thumb across your warmed cheek, and you watched as he hopped off the bed, and made his way to your kitchen area.
The sun was bright through the window, illuminating the skin of Asras bare back, and his fluffy bed-hair as he searched for ingredientsâyou couldnât take your eyes off of him; couldnât help imagining walking up behind him, and wrapping your arms around his middle... leaving kisses over his shoulders, and neck... running your fingers through his hair...
You were snapped out of your daydream when you felt the smooth, cool scales of Fausts body as she curled up your arm.
âGood morning, Faust,â you greeted, scritching her under the chin. âAre you looking forward to the masquerade?ââYou lowered your voiceââThereâll be lots of mischief for you to get up to.â
âDonât encourage her,â Asra chuckled, pointing the spoon he was holding in your direction, and you gave a Faust a cheeky, conspiratory wink.
The snake in question slithered to your shoulders, as you climbed out of bed to join Asra at the stove. You placed a hand on his shoulder as you approached, Asras pulse quickening at the surprise skin-on-skin contact. His tongue darted out to wet his parted lips, as he sent a lingering glance over his shoulder.
âCan I help?â You offered, surveying the ingredients Asra had pulled from your cupboards as he shook his head.
âGo back to bed, Iâll bring it over,â he insisted, affectionately patting the hand resting on his shoulder with his own.
âBut youâre my guest, Iââ
âExactly,â he interjected, a kind laugh reaching all his features as it bubbled in his throat. âIâm repaying your kindness.â
Before you could suggest other ways for him to repay you, Faust slithered over Asras shoulders while still draped over your own, causing you to stumble into Asras chest as she nudged you flush against each other, stopping when she was looped around the two of you.
Kiss.
Asra flushed at the word sounding off in his head, and then smiled at you, so soft, and fond, and warm.
âI guess Iâve been a little stupid, havenât I?â He chuckled to Faust.
Yes.
Asras hands found your waist as he leaned into you, capturing your lips with his own, soft, but full of heat, and pent-up longing; slow, and savouring. It was as if youâd melted into one person; hearts beating in time, and auras melding; hands cradling, and caressing, and holding each other closer as Faust freed you from her matchmaking prison to make herself scarceâher two favourite people were finally getting their shit together.
just a little bit about my âthe prince & the pirateâ au for fionn, and julian!
prince fionnâ
is the prince of the island that ilyas pirate crew regularly dock at
has a very large vivarium room for the reptiles he keeps/breeds/rehabilitates (people bring him reptiles in need if they come across them)
also has a personal library full of mythology/folklore, and books about far-off placesâheâd love to see places other than his families island/the neighbouring islands
reluctant royalty
visits the shore/markets/etc in disguise to avoid attentionÂ
gets a kick out of watching ilya try to eat spicy foods
his side of his, and his sisters wing of the palace also includes his bedroom, and bathroom, a guest room, and a small kitchen to practice his cookingâhe likes to cook
he likes to collect things, but doesnât have one particular room for his various collections. there are different collections in each room (e.g. cool shells & rocks lined up along his kitchen window sill, figurines & trinkets on a shelf in his bedroom...)
close with his sister, lissa
he kinda keeps to himself, so heâs less likely to help out the people directly, but does what he can from his comfort zoneâlissa loves being around people, so she takes meals, and snacks that fionn cooks to the homeless, and other people in need
doctor ilya devorakâ
the doctor/musician/the life of his crew
wants to travel and adventure without the limits of being part of a large crew
when he first meets fionn he doesnât realise heâs the prince bc heâs in disguiseÂ
Ignoring the fact that Muriel doesnât wear a shirt, I feel like heâd be self conscious of his scars; perhaps not when people will forget him, but when someone will remember, he might feel uncomfortable having them on show. Also, I feel awful giving my history of self-harm to Robin, but I had this idea, and theyâre Muriels LI, so. Iâm sorry, Robin!
Obviously, this means that there are mentions of scars from self-harm, and Robins reason for hurting themselves is also mentioned, so please donât read if you think itâll be triggering for youâstay safe! đ
(Fun fact: the first time Muriel gives Robin a kiss, itâs a gentle press of his lips to Robins scars.)
Robin was sat across the table from Muriel, as they ate in the warm glow of the homely hut, glancing over at their companion in-between bites.
Muriel averted his eyes, covering the scars littering his torso with his cloakânow that Robin wasnât going to forget him, he could feel their eyes on him; hear the questions; feel the shame...
âI have them, too,â Robin admitted, their voice soft, and reassuringâthey may not have gotten their scars the same way, but they needed Muriel to know that there was no judgement from them when it came to such things; they wanted him to feel comfortable in their presence.
Robin paused before rolling up their sleeves, and revealing the scar tissue laddering up the brown skin of their arms, varying in length, and depth. Muriel took a quick glance before posing Robin a question.
â...How?â
Robins fingers ran up, and down their armâan absentminded attempt at a distraction, perhaps? The scars were a part of them, now, and they saw them every dayâthey were even normal to Robinâbut... talking about them? Drawing attention? They felt so exposed.Â
âYou donât have to,â Muriel insistedâhe could see the discomfort that sharing this brought Robin. Honestly, he didnât know why they would.
âNo, itâs okay,â Robin smiled, but pulled their sleeves back down, bunching the hems into their fists, just like they used to back when they were hiding what theyâd done. Their voice dropped in volume as they continued. âI, uh... it was the only way I could calm myself down.â
Muriel was puzzledâRobin was so laid back, and confident. Seeing a glimpse of what things were like for them, and how they used to be... and they let him in, let him see it... He didnât want to pry, but he was concernedâhe... liked this person, he didnât want them to be hurting themselves like this.
âDo you... still...?â
âNot for a long time, but... sometimes I want toâI donât think that, thatâs ever going away. The urge is easier to resist, now, though, so...â
âGood.â
Muriels face didnât give much away, but his voice was sincere, making Robin smile bright, and softâthe unexpected concern Muriel was showing for them meant a lot coming from him.
âAsra offered to help me heal them over, but...â
âTheyâre a part of you,â Muriel finishedâAsra had offered him the same thing, and had declined for the same reason.
âExactly.â
The pair fell into a comfortable quiet while they finished their meal, both of them glad that Robin had opened up; glad to know that there was someone who understood.
This isnât what I planned on posting next, but hereâs a little something from before the plague! (It was only supposed to be a short interaction between Asra, and Faust, but. It got away from me.)
Like it here.
âI like it here, too, Faust,â Asra smiled, gently stroking her head, as he brought his cup to his lips, the fragrant steam warming his face.
Here was the living area above your shop, sat at your little table with cups of tea, while you closed up downstairs.
Stay?
Asra chuckled, as Faust curled up around her tea cup, her tongue darting out, and into the warm beverage.
âWe canât just stay here. Itâs somebody elses home.â
âOf course you can stay,â you offered, catching a snippet of their conversation as you emerged from the stairs, and into the room.
âOh, you heard that?â Asra blushed, sheepishly looking down at his cup, as you took a seat opposite him. âFaust was just telling me that she likes it here.â
âWell, I like having her here,â you smiled, scritching Faust under the chin just how she liked.
Asra watched on with a fond smileâhe loved how you, and Faust got along; how she enjoyed your company as much as he did; how she, too, felt at home in your space.Â
âJust her?â
âI guess her magician is okay, too,â you teased, warming your hands around your cup, and relaxing with the sensation.
âNo chin scritches for me?â
âItâs really chin scritches that you want?â You raised an eyebrow at Asra with a smile, and Faust flicked her tongue at him.
Nope.
Asra flushed. Faust was right, of course. Heâd imagined your fingers doing a lot of thingsâsome of them perfectly innocent, some of them... not so muchâbut none of them happened to be chin scritches. Ignoring Fausts remark, and composing himself, Asra continued the conversation with his signature twinkle in his eyes.
âI hear theyâre very good.â
Yes!
LaterâŠ
Faust had found a cosy spot to curl up, and sleep before her midnight antics, while you, and Asra shared stories from his time away, and the goings on in Vesuvia. Youâd started to feel the effects of the day a couple of stories ago, but you wanted to get in as much time with Asra as you could; it was showing now, though, not going unnoticed by Asra, whose expression, and voice had turned wistful.
âI should probably get going.â
You shook your head with a sigh.
âI told you, you can stay. Please,â you insisted, reaching out to run your fingers gently down his cheek, and over his jaw, where you grazed your nails slowly under his chin.
âWhat was that?â Asra asked softly, half bemused, half enthralled.
âYour chin scritches,â you told him, and a grin broke across Asras face, amusement, and affection alight in his eyes, which you returned with a soft laugh.
âI think you need to go to bed.â
With a sleepy smile, you agreed, but also realised something. âYou must be tired, tooâare you coming?â
âTo bed?â
You couldnât help but smirk. Asra took every opportunity to flirt with you, but you couldnât turn the tables on himâor suggest sleeping in the same bed, apparentlyâwithout him getting flustered. It was very cute.
âYouâre welcome to sleep wherever, but it is a little chilly...âÂ
His caring for you seemed to pull him together enough for him to return to his usual flirty self.
âWell, I canât go leaving you to get cold, now, can I?â
~
Asra didnât realise how tired he was until his head hit your pillow, mumbling as he drifted off to sleepâ
âYouâre going to be the most beautiful sight to wake up to.â
since iâm a writer, and not an artist, i thought iâd make a mini mood board to introduce one of my apprenticeâ, and tell you a little bit about him!
fionn is actually a witch oc from an original project of mine, but iâm playing julians route with him, bc julian would totally be his type.
heâs gay, and trans.
also note, he isnât at all feminine, but i came across some pictures of yoongi from bts with blonde hair, and he looks pretty close to how i imagine fionn looking, so. i just wanted to give you an idea of what he looks like!
his skin tone is warm, and he has messy, light blonde hair. his eyes are a deep brown, and theyâre iridescent (his eyes are connected to his magical ability in his original projectânobody really knows what colour his eyes actually are bc they look different in different lights.) i think heâs about 5âł7.Â
i know asra said that the apprentice didnât have a familiar BUT his familiar is a bearded dragon. thereâs no particular reason behind it, it just came to me as soon as i thought of familiars, and i canât imagine him with anything else. my boy likes reptiles. he probably smells like a vivarium.
i havenât completely decided on his outfit yet, but iâm getting there. heâd wear a deep, dark plum sleeveless, hooded cloak, and underneath, something with long sleeves, and a hanbok inspired collar. light trousers, and medium brown boots. a dark blue sash around his middle. looks like a prince in his masquerade costume.
heâs a comic book nerd in the project heâs originally from, but in the arcana world thatâs probably substituted with mythology/folklore. he geeks out when asra brings home things from his travels with ties to the mythology/history of the place he visited.
heâd like to travel more, but heâs not too adventurousâhe likes his comfort zone. tends to be attracted to people who will pull him out of it (like a certain doctor.)
Another continuation! This time for the âIâll help you changeâ scene in Calm Before the Storm. NSFWish.
(I started this a while ago, after I first read the scene, so itâs nice to finally have it finished, and posted!)
After tumbling onto the bed with Asra, he rolled onto his back, his legs dangling over the end, and you adjusted to straddle his hips, while he freed himself from his cape.
With a hand at his waist, and a hand on his chest, you leaned down to kiss each side of his neck, where his cape was previously fastened, your lips intercepted by Asras, as his hands ran up your thighs.
You induldged him for a moment, returning his languid kiss, and smiling into it before you spoke, your lips brushing against his as you did so.
âIâm kind of in the middle of something...â
âMmm, I thought you could be in the middle of something else,â he smiled back suggestively; and while youâd like to be in the middle of something else, he was the one who wanted to get back to the palace.
âDo you want my help, or not?â
Casting his mind back to your shiver-inducing touches from a few moments ago, he decided to let you get back to undressing him.
He was transfixed, absentmindedly trailing his fingers over your thighs, while watching yours intently, as they slowly unfastened the brown leather straps, and slipped the golden cuffs from his arms, delicate, and teasing; watching your lips as they left soft kisses wherever an item had been removedâhe couldnât help but anticipate your next one.
Scooting down to his thighs, you turned your attention to the various fabrics wrapped around Asras waist. Watching your fingers searching the layers for where they were secured, and feeling them occasionally brush against him had his breath catching in his throat, as he fought the urge to indulge completelyâalthough he was definitely warmer, and firmer than when you started.
Finally unwrapping Asra from his skirt, you had to quickly plant a hand on the bed to steady yourself as he lifted his hips, so that you could pull the fabric out from under him, sending you back into his lap, his crotch pressing into yours in the process. You let out an involuntary gasp of his name, growing pink in the cheeks when you saw Asra smirking up at you, eyes half-lidded, and mischievousâthe fabric was still very much beneath him.
âShall we try that again?â He teased. âDo you want a head start?â
What you wanted was to feel him against you again, but you knew this wasnât really the time to get too caught up in each other. Nevertheless...
âNo,â you admitted with a blush, talking hold of the material beneath him with your free hand, and keeping your own hips still in preparation for Asra lifting his. This time you were ready to bite back any unexpected soundsâor you would have been if Asra didnât roll his damn hips, pulling another noise from your throat, as he let out one of his own.
Growing increasingly flustered, you hid your face in his stomach, feeling the rise, and fall of his body that came with his heavy breathing, and kissed your way down the newly exposed skin, your hot breath fanning over him in-between them making him shiver. Leaving a final lingering, open-mouthed kiss low on his abdomen, you made a point of looking up through your lashes at him while you pulled away.
Gods, he was a beautiful sightâlaying between your legs half-hard, and flushed, a groan rumbling in his throat in response to your teasing him back, and mumbling something about how he âdeserved that.â
âLet me know when I can return the favour,â he smiled, his eyes dark, and raking up your body as he sat up, the tone of his voice a little lower than usualâhe was clearly already returning it in his head.
You looked wistfully down at your fully clothed body, to Asras mostly bare one; at the position you were in. You wanted him to return it nowâfor him to strip you down to your skin, while his warm hands, and even warmer mouth wandered; but...
âI know... I wish we had time,â he agreed, stifling a yawn.
âYou need to rest, anyway,â you pointed out, gently stroking his hair, and his face.
âOh, I wouldâve had the energy for you,â he winked, the way he leaned heavily into your touch, and his tired eyes betraying his statement.
âEven so,â you humoured him, giving him one last kiss, before reluctantly climbing off of his lap to find him some clothes.
i made my apprentice fionn as best i could with the lily story app with a bonus julian! (it was either blush or eyepatch, so obviously i went with blushâitâs an important part of his character!)
i wanna write an au where my fan apprentice fionn is a prince and julian is a pirate who's crew dock on the shores of his island regularly and they fall in love and junk but god that seems like a lot of work
