I wanted to request a female reader who nervously comes out to Pasha that she is biromantic demisexual, and then Pasha says something along the lines of “so I have to compete with my brother for you. Okay!” In a joking matter, and they just laugh with the reader saying that she does find Iliya attractive, but Pasha will be the one and only for her(reader)?
I hope it’s not too confusing! I’ll happily clear up anything !
I fully believe that Pasha is one of the best people you can come out to, regardless of what you are coming out as. She is so understanding and supportive of you in such a casual and natural way. None of it feels like someone who is trying to learn to accept you, she already does! Which I know, should be the standard, but personally I have had a few experiences that more align with the other.
She might tease you about her brother, or anyone else that you're close to, but in her heart, she knows she is the only one who holds your heart. If you tell her that you don't like her joking like that, then she will stop.
(excuse me if I'm wrong, I'm yet to play her route, but) I definitely see Portia as a crafty type. She would crochet, you can't tell me otherwise. She would make you things in your flags' colors!
Also, she would not make a move on you until you indicated that it was okay for her to do so.
She is the consent Queen! And frequently checks up on you just t make sure that she's not doing anything that is making you upset or uncomfortable and that you were fine with her behavior and affections.
(Also, little A/N here, so sorry it was so short, I wasn't entirely sure if you wanted a story or headcanons or what, so I just went for it, but by all means, please let me know if you want me to do anything differently.)
mazelinka's beautiful friend surprises you in more ways than one...
warnings: uhh... a dash of spice because it's portia
you were a friend of mazelinka's. she'd taken care of you as a kid and raised you to be quite the privateer. it was because of her that you'd become resourceful, intelligent, and honorable amongst those who were either mercenaries or royal officers.
when she asked you to come along with her on a voyage looking for some rare, magical ingredients that were up for grabs in nevivion. but you didnt know it would mean meeting her lovely friends.
ilya, or better known as julian, he'd kept you company for most of the trip. both of you telling extravagant stories to each other as the day went on, joking and racing around the ship as if you were two children competing for nothing, but their pride.
when you saw julian was balancing fruit on his limbs you decided to have fun with him. going up behind him, a bag of spoiled potatoes overboard and shrieking.
"mazelinka fell overboard!" you shouted.
julian stumbled off the barrell falling onto his stomach making the fruit spilled around the doctor. laughs from behind you forced you to spin around finding mazelinka shaking her head with a smile and a very breathtaking redhead giggling next to her.
pretty red curls spilling over her shoulders and framing the porcelain skin that was blushed by the heat of the sun. maybe it was the pearls that peaked between plump lips. maybe it was how her eyes peaked open and the ocean itself laid beneath them. or the constellations of freckles on her face.
"you're staring again."
your head whipped away from portia down to julian in an effort to distract yourself from the pounding in your chest. "it's hard not to when the jewel of land and sea is standing before us." returning julian's knowing smirk, but not daring to look over at portia.
"what a charmer.." julian raised his brows at you and then portia with a smile. "is there anyone else who doesn't fall victim to that wonderful smile?"
"mazelinka." you grinned, motioning over at her. "m my compliments no longer brush through her impeccable fortress."
"pasha, is the only one." julian smiled, nodding to the redhead who was not so shyly checking you out. "she always gets what she wants."
"as her brother you must know that her smile could end wars." you winked at portia who raised a brow with a smirk aimed at her brother.
"it could attract the wrong company." julian huffed, tossing one of his fallen fruits toward you.
"don't call that one the wrong company!" mazelinka hit julian across the forehead with a spoon.
pepi curled around your legs, purring and rubbing herself on you, "see?" the feline mewled upon being picked up and held. "pepi loves me."
"pepi loves anyone who can give her a good scratch." laughs ensued on the deck upon seeing pepi's version of a glare that was pointed at julian.
mazelinka was quick to wrap up this evening, "alright everyone! i want to be at our midway point before dusk."
julian was climbing the mast and you were rushing down to mazelinka's cabin to calculate the speed of the ship's course.
you were rolling out a map, setting paperweights down and laying out papers when mazelinka's door peeked open.
standing half in the doorway, portia stared at you with innocent eyes that sparkled with curiosity and a bit of anxiety. she wandered into the room with a shy smile and gave a nod towards the papers.
"need something?" how rude was that? you were kicking yourself upon first greeting mazelinka's family.
portia blushed, clearing her throat and her fingers bridging in the same way a servant might have. "mazelinka said you might need help finding her compass."
"i do." you admitted, standing upright so you didn't look so frantic from being unable to find the simple drawing tool. "i would love a helping hand from mazelinka's most precious ward."
portia went around the desk, sliding out a drawer and clicking open it's underside to reveal the hidden tool.
"was that always there?"
"she said that she rearranged this place."
"that's strange, she said everything was how she—" you weren't ready for when portia turned to face you.
pretty blue eyes staring up at you, the smell of coconut fanned over your face from the fruit she'd so eagerly devoured earlier. you forced your eyes to stay on hers to keep from glancing down at portia's lips.
"— wanted it." you murmured.
the redhead leaned close to you and nothing stopped your hand from craddling her hip when one of hers slowly ran up your arm.
"mazelinka's probably waiting for the ship's speed."
portia hummed, her fingers coming to brush the tiny hairs at the nape of your neck. your other hand coming to rest on her hip as portia brought you a little closer.
she leaned in, her nose brushing yours and eyes becoming lidded. the heat coming from her body was making you slowly lose your train of thought.
it was as if each other's presence was getting you drunk. it was as if her being this close and confined to a room with her was turning your mind to mush.
"we.. we should.. we should p-probably—" your words died on your tongue when her lips brushed yours.
something in the both of you snapped because one minute you were kissing her and another she was tugging you into a heated kiss that made your toes curl inside your boots.
portia tugged you back so she was perched on mazelinka's desk. mazelinka's desk.
you sharply tugged back, stumbling into the chair behind you and onto your bottom. the redhead was still leaning on the desk, gripping it's edge as she too tried to get ahold of herself.
"it's nice to meet you," you hastily waved from where you sat on the floor. "my name is actually y/n l/n. i go by y/n, it's a name that caught on growing up."
portia gave a soft smile, "i'm portia. pasha is my actual name. it's nice to meet you, too."
there was a silence before you decided to stand and pull up the damp knot hanging from mazelinka's window.
"so do you kiss everyone you meet or just me?"
if you hadn't been turned around, you would've seen portia's face as bright as the hair on her head.
"you're an exception." portia nervously laughed, scratching the back of her head and moved so you could write down your findings. "it's not every day that you meet mazelinka will shamelessly appraise."
you smiled when you saw portia watching from over your shoulder while the compass in your hand dragged across the map.
"likewise." you couldn't help your smirk as you fought to keep the dominant edge that kept portia blushing. "it's not every day that i meet mazelinka's esteemed company. she talks highly of you."
"i'd hope so, even though i can't balance fruit on every limb." you couldn't help, but laugh at her remark. shaking your head as she eyed a couple pages. "what do all these numbers mean?"
"math, love." you sighed, motioning to the pins that marked distances on the map. "that knot hanging off the ship determines our speed and i need to estimate where we are. given time and speed, i need to estimate when to adjust our sails so we miss any troublesome mercenaries when we arrive at midway."
at some point while you were talking, portia had taken it upon herself to pry the drawing compass from your hand. "they don't teach this in schools."
"of course not. no one teaches you the necessary knowledge on how to avoid mercenaries or how to properly man a ship of this size."
"then teach me." she stared up at you with pleading eyes and you sighed, unable to keep yourself from giving in to that smile.
in the ten minutes you'd explained to portia how to navigate with a drawing compass and the correct formula to use when calculating speed and time, she managed to grasp it.
"why do you have so many steps for something so simple?" she asked motioning to the scribbles of numbers that portia had written down.
"the long way doesn't require you to check your work." you motioned to a blank piece of paper, "the hardest part about this job is neatly logging the work down for future reference."
portia's jaw dropped and you couldn't help but laugh then. "the entire process would take at least an hour to complete."
"when you're experienced, you only need about twenty minutes." you waved around a paper making portia light up and eagerly look over the work neatly splayed on the paper. "could you give those to mazelinka?"
"sure thing!" portia was practically skipping for the door when you stopped her short.
"portia?" her pretty blue eyes found yours. "you're the exception. i don't go around kissing beautiful nevivion girls. just you."
portia's lips quirked up and she waved to you before leaving you alone in mazelinka's study with your thoughts.
beautiful and smart. who could've guessed you'd fallen for mazelinka's company?
by the time you had come back on the deck it was dark out. you weren't surprised to see someone from mazelinka's trusted circle of friend's guiding the ship away from the small island mazelinka called our midway point. but you were shocked to see portia still up.
"can't sleep?" you called making her spin around to look at you.
she smiled and turned her gaze up to the many constellations in the sky.
"i've never seen this many stars out." portia sighed, watching the stars in the horizon.
you noticed the stars were a bit off until you called up to the person behind the helm, "you're a little off, go a couple knots starboard."
"what does that mean?" portia asked as the ship turned in the slightest.
"we were going at the wrong angle." you told her, motioning to orion's belt, "we are supposed to go along that constellation's middle, not toward's it."
"i've heard of using stars like the north star." portia beamed, looking up to the sky again. "you use them for navigation?"
"something like that." you forced out a laugh as you turned your gaze to the water, unable to help scraping your fingernails against the grain of wood upon seeing portia's smile again.
"i'll never get used to that."
"used to the sky?" portia smiled, turning her gaze to the visible galaxies that beamed purples and blues with the lack of moonlight.
"that smile of yours."
portia flushed and she turned her eyes down the water, "you're not too bad yourself," came her shaky response. a confidence made her straighten and lean towards you, "do i make you nervous, too?"
"not in the slightest." you hummed, leaning on the rail and staring down at the water that swirled with the star light.
portia motioned to your white knuckles that squeezed the railing. you tucked your shaking hands behind your back with a shy smile.
"maybe a little.."
it was portia's turn to laugh. she leaned into you and despite how your heart was pounding for you to look away, but her eyes.
"not everyone takes well to a lively disposition on the open ocean."
she seemed to slump, but you couldn't help smiling as you take in her appearance.
the galaxy seemed to swirl in her blue eyes, promise of a warmth that not even the sun could provide. you shook your head, cupping her face in your hands and stroking the apple of portia's cheeks.
asra should not have left you to clean the shop, especially if he knew portia was swinging by
warnings: fluff, a little steam— wait no, considerable amounts of steam, not a sauna; some crack in there
a/n: i really don't know what happened here, i had fun though and yes i was fully sober for all of it
it was a nice day outside, not that you would know.. it was your turn to go through inventory. you bribed asra with being the one to clean out the shop so that you would be the one to go off on an adventure instead of being left behind.
asra so teasingly flaunted how you practically begged him to be the one to leave the shop and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t feel guilty when he saw how you visibly deflated.
he patted your head and promised to bring you back something like he always did. but right now? you didn’t want a present. you wanted this broken jar of pickled sage to clean itself up.
asra didn’t even use pickled sage. you set yellow vials stained by the sage atop the counter as you cursed whoever thought up the idea to pickle herbs. you were too busy cleaning up off the slimey substance from your hands to remember that you had indeed left the door to the shop unlocked.
you heard the door opening as you disposed of the glass. “we’re closed!” you called into the shop only to hear a familiar giggle.
“you’re supposed to the friendlier of the magicians.” porta called to you. “what’s with the mess?”
on her days off, portia would always come around the shop. learning what she could from asra and he would leave you to tutor her so you both could have a little practice. sometimes she would drag julian along and he would often watch and take note of the ingredients while asra would sometimes craft new spells. to have her hear would make things go easier.
“not even magicians like to clean their rooms,” you half grumbled making the bubbly devorak laugh.
“what are these little bubbly vials for?” she asked, as you picked up a few bins to bring to the front so you could sort everything by it’s colors.
“asra and i were trying to bring in a few more customers by making little treats. you can try one. let me know what they taste like.”
there was a beat of silence before portia let out a small burp and giggled, “it tastes kind of like a lemon cake. i didn’t know a drink could be so foamy.”
“foamy?” you said to yourself. you and asra didn’t make lemon-
a crash interrupted your thoughts and you were racing out the back to see one of the yellow vials empty on the floor. there was no sign of portia. you went to pick of the vial when you spotted a hand and you followed it to find portia unconscious behind the counter.
“i fucking killed her.” you braced your hands on the sides of your head. asra hadn’t been gone for a day and you were already screwing everything up. you hoped asra liked sailing because there was no telling how vesuvia would react to manslaughter through magic. “oh my gosh, she fuckin’ dead.”
your thoughts were interrupted by portia’s body taking on a golden glow when portia’s hair shifted in the slightest. you knelt down by her, pushing her hair aside when brown pushed up against your hand. you jolted up, throwing yourself at the cluttered counter. pushing the sample treat bottles aside to grab the unmarked yellow ones. you uncapped one and held your nose over it.
it didn’t smell like any regular potion. this must have been one of asra’s forgotten side projects from a long time ago. the date was expired on it, so if a few ingredients had perished, it meant the rest must have mixed to make something completely different. before you could investigate any further you were distracted by a groan.
your head whipped over to portia as she called out to you and your heart dropped into your chest. she wasn’t dead, but what the hell would julian think if he saw portia like this? oh. stars. what would nadia think?
portia’s antlers had grown that so wide that they blocked any way around her. you leaned down, in an effort not to startle her.
“okay. now, portia-”
“what’s wrong?” she was wide eyed, lifting her head and an antler getting caught on a shelf beside her. upon seeing it portia screamed.
“portia, calm down! it’s okay-”
“it’s not okay! this isn’t okay-” she shook her head. an antler hitting the counter making a pink vial come crashing down on portia’s hand. the pink worked instantly, fur growing on her hand and she shrieked even louder.
what the hell did asra have in those old vials?
“portia, if you keep swinging your antlers someone could get hurt-” you were cut short when portia swung her head around a jar from the shelf on your right came hurdling into your face. the jar breaking upon making contact with your face.
you hissed, falling back as the feeling of the potion in your eyes. a scream ripped from your mouth, it felt as if someone had poured salt into your eyes. portia was screaming with you the entire time and when you finally realized it hurt no longer. you pulled your hands away from your face to find that your hands were normal. nothing unusual there.
you looked up at portia and smiled only for her to lift a finger, whimpers coming from her mouth. “don’t scream, okay? don’t scream. portia.” you warned, lifting your hands up when you caught sight of your reflection in the class counter beside you.
green feline eyes had taken the place of your eyes, but your newly transformed eyes dropped to your teeth that resembled those of a leopard.
you were screaming now, turning to portia who was violently shaking her head making potions fall and tumble.
it was a little while later that you both calmed down and portia was sitting on the opposite side of the counter while you swept up the broken glass from your panicking.
“i’m really sorry.” portia motioned to the jars while she let her fingers trail over a few of the bizzare vials that shouldn’t have been too hazardous.
“no, no. it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have put those yellow vials so close to the samples.” you waved her off as you threw away the broken glass. “i didn’t think that asra had so many unfinished projects he’d left around. i was careless.”
portia nodded to herself, a mischevous smile crawling up her face when she picked up a green vial. “you think we’ll get in trouble with asra?” rubbing the underside of her paw against her face.
“probably not. he’s probably forgot about all these potions.” you told her, as you set the broom aside to get back to organizing. “he’ll probably never leave me to do inventory again.”
portia motioned to a box of vials and jars marked expired. “do you want to find out what those do?”
you couldn’t help, but laugh at portia’s resilience. both of you were screaming your heads off moments ago and here she was wanting to have another go at the randomness of potions.
you shook your head, motioning to the box on the floor.
“it’s probably dangerous to be playing with these things.”
upon lifting the box a red vial slipped out of woven box and spill at your feet. purple fog engulfed you as the box slipped from your hands. when it disappeared you found your skin was freckled with red spots.
you shook your head, groaning at the sight of your different skin tone. portia laughed and helped you pick up the box only for portia to slip on the forgotten red vial and go falling beneath you. she yanked at your tunic and a lavender bottle went flying.
your eyes went wide. lavender bottles were important bottles. only important or significant spells and potions were marked down with that lavender color. you were hopping over the counter and diving for the bottle.
portia gasped upon seeing you slam into the bookshelf on the far wall, but when you caught the potion she cheered. you smiled at her, celebrating far too soon because the big book of spells that asra always balanced on the top shelf came slamming down on your hand and the lavender bottle broke in hand. covering you in it’s contents.
your skin began to tingle and you shoved the book off of you to find that you were not covered in scales or fur, but in the sweetest aroma that smelled of strawberries. you coughed at the overwhelming amount and found portia hurdling towards you.
you caught her and spun the redhead so she lay beneath you. more books came tumbling down, but you were focused not on the dictionary that had smacked you on the back of the head but the languid kisses being pressed up your neck.
“h-hey, porita.”
she smiled against your neck and wrapped her legs around your hips to pull you directly on top of her. “hey, my beautiful partner.”
“y-you.. you know what a-asra says... not in the s-shop?” you stammered out when she raked a hand through your hair.
her lips were at your ear, portia eagerly tightening her grip on you and shifting her hips to bring you impossibly closer to her. “asra’s not here, love.”
then it clicked. that potion in particular hadn’t been expired. it needed to be disposed of because it was a love potion. asra refused to sell those and this must have been some of the last that he didn’t get rid of. for those who had already established an insatiable connection, the deeper it’s more.. lewd effects would have on the user.
lewd indeed by the way portia was pressing kisses to your neck.
you pressed a feverish kiss to her lips, silently apologizing to portia as you deepened the kiss. she moaned and when her hold loosened, you bolted.
you grabbed the woven box of potions as you slid rather ungracefully towards the stairs. tripping as portia moaned your name. you were about to slam the bathroom door shut when it was shoved open. vials went flying around you when you fell back into the huge tub.
you scrambled to hold yourself up as portia approached you, “you thought you were going to leave me to take care of myself?” portia hummed as she leaned over the tub, walking so she was between your legs that were high in the air. “not today.”
something broke beneath portia’s foot. you weren’t sure if you were disappointed when the pink haze in portia’s eyes seemed to dissipate, but you knew that the smell that came after was absolutely disgusting.
rotten eggs filled your nose and you scrambled to block out the smell. portia stepped back and another sound of something breaking took the air.
the other smelled of flowers and when it came together. it was less intense, but still so very intoxicating. you let your hands fall from your mouth and you grinned, “now this something i can get behind.”
the intoxicating scent drowned out every thought in your brain before you met eyes with portia who gave you a lazy smile and pointed at you, "i love you, bisshh. i ain't never gonna stop lovin' you, bisshhhh."
you could only smile like a lovestruck fool completely forgetting that portia would tell you.. not those exact words, but exclaim her love every day.
but you, oh you... opened your arms out to welcome her into them and in doing so, freed your upper body from the tub and in turn made your head slam on it's bottom.
portia slurred giggles, nearly falling in the tub upon trying to brace her swaying steps.
"portiaa!" you cried out so loudly that it vibrated the tub. "i hit my head!"
portia laughed again, leaning further into the tub, taking note of your twisted up face. "so? are ya any smarter now?"
"portia, you stoopid." you groaned whacking her in the forehead making her gasp and hold her head. "i'm gonna die! i hit my head."
portia, who was also completely high off whatever fumes were in that bottle, dropped to her knees sobbing.
you rolled your eyes and sat up in the tub, dizzy from hitting your head, shaking the redhead. "i have twenty four hours, dummy. like the stories."
you don't exactly know what stories associated hitting your head with dying in twenty four hours, but boy did you look convinced.
your matter of fact tone made portia nod, her antlers hitting your square in the forehead and sent you flying back in the tub.
"i'm gonna fucking combust if you keep hitting me, portia!" you hissed at her making the redhead put her hands over her mouth.
"you. are. so magical." she grabbed your face, "so beautiful."
she stared at you with wide eyes and slammed her lips to yours. it was.. it was sloppy. kinda hot though. portia stuck her tongue in your mouth and she climbed over you in the tub while you held her hips.
you sat up so fast that you made portia land on her back, sitting at the lip of the tub.
"portia. i got an idea." you looked down at her and then reached over the side of the tub. portia gasped when you pulled up two vials and she leaned forward staring at your hands.
"where did you get those?"
"i don't know." you swallowed, but you met her eyes and handed her a vial. "but these. this should make us birds."
portia shook her head, "but then we die faster."
you shook your head, sitting on your knees in the tub and uncapping your bottle. "if we drink this, we can fly away from death."
there was a beat of silence before portia nodded, enlightenment washing over her. "that makes sense. it can't find us if we're birds."
"exactly and because the feathers will cover our bodies." you told her.
you were tipping back the vial and portia's slipped from her paw and slid down the tub and behind you.
the fog clouding your mind cleared and it was then you saw portia's hair sticking all over her forehead and she was reaching for your pants.
"whoa! portia, what are you—" she grabbed the vial underneath you and tried clawing off the top when you reached for it. "portia, no!"
"we're gonna die! we need to be birds! the feather—" the words came rushed from her mouth, but you understood every word of it and then.. none of it at the same time.
"what the— what are you talking about? you're not gonna die!" you hissed, tugging portia's hair so you could see her eyes. her pupils were dilated and there was almost no trace of her blue irises. the vial went flying out of the tub and you spotted a ton of them strewn on the floor.
before you could react, portia was leaping out of the tub for them. you went to follow her, but she grabbed a vial and uncapped it with her mouth, tipping back a bottle while you slipped out the tub and landed on three.
as portia was sobering up, your skin changed yet again so one side was a vibrant red and the other was a very dark blue.
portia reached over, cupping your face as her brows had drawn up. "oh my stars, are you okay, y/n-"
you burped and flames exuded from your mouth. you and portia stared at each other as ash came down around you both. portia grabbed up another potion, "one of these should take that away, right?"
portia opened another one and dumped it in your mouth as a new flame started up.
the heat in your mouth seemed to stop and you nodded at portia who sighed. before she could sit back, you grabbed her arms.
"check before you sit."
she turned her head, knocking your face to the side with her antlers when she brushed open a spot for her to sit while you carefully picked yourself up off of the broken glass. you were thankful that you'd worn especially thick pants today.
portia sighed, staring at your bicolored skin and weird eyes. she laughed, cupping your face. "i wonder what asra would think if he saw you."
you shook your head, leaning into her touch. "i don't even want to think about asra right now."
"well he can undo everything once he gets back, right?"
the sound of the front door closing downstairs made you sigh. "i forgot to lock the door."
you hurried up, rushing down the stairs with portia on your heels. "how long have we been up here—"
portia was stuck at the stairs, but you hadn't stopped. you were already at the bottom when you spotted julian. you smiled, feeling better knowing that it wasn't some stranger.
julian spotted you and his eyes went wide from where he was looking down at the mess behind the counter.
"monster!"
whatever you were trying to say couldn't be heard over julian's shrieking. he grabbed a broom and raced towards you.
yup, you guessed it. you slipped and fell, successfully breaking a stray vial on the floor.
"hair! hair! julian, look at my hair! it's me!" you squeezed your eyes shut and held your hands out.
he stopped, but before you could say anything to him. you noticed yellow spots coming up on your skin. julian held up his coat lapel as he backed away from you. you stood up, trying to calm him.
"you're sick, love." he told you, tripping over himself as he hurriedly scrambled for the door.
he full on shrieked when you wrapped your arms around him. you couldn't say seeing julian freaked out like this wasn't funny. because it definitely was.
but your fun had come to an end when you saw portia standing at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed.
you grinned, but the door opened yet again. stepping through was a white head of hair, his eyes scanning over portia's antlers and paw. then you with your different colored skin and feline eyes as you held a very uncomfortable julian.
asra said nothing. only letting out a sigh and shutting the door behind him.
"that went well." portia smiled.
you shook your head, "we need him to help us get rid of all this."
portia was ushering julian out to catch the magician. after the door shut, portia giggled nuzzling into your side when you shook your head and ran a hand down your face.
