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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

The shop was bustling with patrons today. A flurry of foreigners passing through town from the far north came in for herbs and bobbles alike, some having to duck under the door frame in their rigid tallness. They even bought some of the runestones you’ve been trying to sell for months, overall a successful day business-wise!

If only you were in the right spirits to enjoy it. Concealing pain with a smile and chipper attitude only lasts so long, and while the Northmen had been easygoing, you felt relieved to finally flip the sign on the door to closed.

You try to be enthusiastic as Julian makes his dramatic entry from just next door, lazily wiping down the front counter. He seems to notice your mood however and flusters, toning it down and walking up to the counter to lean over it.

“Busy day?” He inquires knowingly, red eyelashes fluttering when you meet him halfway for a kiss.

“You could say that,” You chuckle, smiling against his lips and snaking an arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Did you get any precariously tall northerners in your clinic by chance?”

“Yes actually, how did you...” He looks shocked that you knew. 

“Had half the caravan in my shop. It was good for business but… well.” You sigh, sagging against the counter as a cramp twists your stomach in knots. You grimace and shift as you feel that icky trickling sensation.

Julian’s eyes glaze over just slightly, sensing the fresh gush of blood before his expression morphs into worry. 

“Are you alright, darling? That time?”

“Yes, how do you always- oh.” It’s easy to forget that Julian was a vampire, considering he tried so tirelessly to keep it from you in the beginning. And there wasn’t much of a difference between vampire Julian and just Julian. “M’ok just cramping.”

“Anything I can do? Warm bath? Massage? I could run to the market and see if there’s any pumpkin bread left.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness, not surprised your selfless lover was already prepared to get on his knees and worship you after a full day of his own work. He’d truly do anything you asked, anything you desired. And you feel slightly guilty for how that power makes you feel hot under your clothes.

But you also knew that Julian loved it most when you indulged in him, and so you push back the urge to reject pampering.

“A warm bath and massage sounds lovely actually, darling.”

“Excellent! why don’t you go rest your feet a moment and get comfortable while I go run the bath?” Julian takes your hand and leads you around the corner of the counter to meet his lips against your brow before he sends you off to decompress.

It feels nice to strip away all the layers of your outfit after a long day of running the shop. As you dispense your dirty laundry into the basket, something catches your eye from your slightly ajar wardrobe. You reach for it and pull out a luxurious sheer bathrobe, one of the many gifts you’ve received from Nadia. Receiving gifts flustered you but you let her spoil you, knowing that was just her love language. You hadn’t had an occasion to wear it, but now seemed a good time as any. The fabric even feels expensive, decorated with carefully embroidered patterns and trimmed with Prakran gold. It feels like silk as you slip into it, light and flowing in all the right places. You do a few twirls in the mirror, feeling pretty in the colorful garment.

You can hear Julian calling you from the bathroom and hurry to join him. The bathrobe doesn’t stay on for long, already fluttering to the floor when you see him spilling essential oils and Epsom salts into the steaming bath.

You sigh contentedly as your body sinks into the blissfully warm water, already feeling your stress melt away. You immediately start with your face, eagerly scrubbing away the extra oils and dirt with a nice-smelling face scrub you picked up in Nevivon. Normally Julian would leave you be while you bathed unless you were sharing the tub, always thinking of your privacy. But this time he’s glued to your side, watching for your reactions raptly as your body relaxes into the tub.

“What?” You quirk a brow, and your voice seems to snap him out of his thoughts and his cheeks flush—or at least they would if he would feed a healthy amount. It was still difficult to convince him to feed from you, even after all this time.

“I want to wash you,” he says simply, and you lose your grip on the soap bar in your hands, it plops into the water with a small splash and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I can wash myself you know. I’m on my period not crippled,” you laugh nervously, leaning forward to look for the soap.

“Of course I know that, is it so wrong to want to take care of you?” 

Because Julian has never had an ulterior motive, ever. You thought to yourself fondly, he was trouble but the endearing kind.

“Only if it’s just an excuse to see me naked,” you teased and he laughed heartily. 

“You wound me with your accusations! I would never do such a thing,” Julian purrs, that mischievous grin you loved making an appearance. “I am, however, completely genuine.”

His hand caresses your back comfortingly and you place a soapy hand over it, thumb stroking over his knuckles. 

“Fine then, since you’re so interested.” You passed him the soap.

The snarky declaration of victory you expect never comes, instead, you feel lathered hands on your back and shoulders, washing away the sweat and grime from the day. His thumbs deliberately dig into your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of the tension there, before his cupped hands dip in to catch some soapy water to rinse away the bubbles. You can’t help the pleased moan that escapes you as he washes the rest of you with the same care. You didn’t expect this to be so intimate and yet so far from sexual, he really was taking care of you.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude to have been blessed with such a thoughtful partner. You’d been skeptical about him when you first met, back then he was so mysterious… and troublesome. But even then you were drawn in by his allure, fascinated by his dangerous charm. After saving the world together and many many months in a wonderful relationship you realize he was just a big softie at heart.

Julian is so enthralled with washing you that he doesn’t see the dreamy look you have as you stare at his focused expression. You smile when you realize he’s doing his best to keep his eyes trained on the appropriate areas of your body. Your wet hand drips onto his clothes as you reach around to delicately place a hand at the back of his neck and press him forward for a kiss. He catches on quick, soap slipping from between his own thin fingers as your lips devour his, his guttural groan muffled by your eager mouth. 

His sudsy thumbs stroke over the planes of your face as he holds it in his hands, a gesture that makes you smile.

You pull away, amused by the dazed look on his face as you do so.

“I think I’d like that massage now.”

“Say less, my love.” Julian grins that devilish grin you recognize all too well and before you can react he’s all but scooped you right out of the tub into his arms bridal style, water splashing everywhere, soaking into his clothes as he carries you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“JULIAN! Oh my god!” You squeal with laughter as you feel the rush of cold air against your skin, as he stumbles around with you in his arms. “Put me downnn.”

He does so with a gentleness you don’t expect, letting your body sink into the soft bed before he motions for you to turn over onto your stomach. You do so, but realize with a start your predicament and the shyness comes flying straight back into your gut. 

“Fetch a towel, Jules?” You laugh nervously over your shoulder and he seems to realize your intent and his gaze softens. You can tell he wants to say something but decides against it.

He obeys, leaving for a moment and then returning with a towel, letting you shuffle it under your lower half. You do your best to relax your body as the ache in your lower back starts to return without the enveloping warmth of the bath. You sigh contentedly as Julian’s rough hands smooth over your shoulder blades, reaching for a pillow to cuddle your face into as his hands work their magic. You jump as cold oil spills onto your skin, he must’ve grabbed the massage oil when you weren’t paying attention.

“Cold cold,” you complain half-heartedly, and he chuckles out a quiet apology as he smooths the oil over your back, down to your thighs, all the way to your aching feet. You squirm at that, kicking your feet gently in warning, he knew you didn’t like your feet touched. He relents with a gentle pat on your ankle and slides his hands up your body until he feels the stubborn knots in your back and works to loosen them. A blissful pressure and release that makes you sing his praises as the stress you seem to always carry with you slips away.

“Mmm, you’re doing such a good job, Jules. Thank you,” you murmur, your sleepy praise muffle by the pillow, but you can tell he hears you when you feel his lips against the back of your shoulder. 

“You needn’t thank me, not for this. I’m enjoying this just as much as you,” he whispers against your skin and you’re tempted to call his bluff until he leans more of his weight against you and you feel his rigid hardness pressing against your lower back. You can’t help but smirk, lazily picking your head up from the pillow to meet those sea-spray-colored eyes you’d grown to love over your shoulder. 

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” you purred, watching his eyelashes flutter at the pet name. Still, he smiles crookedly, fangs glinting in the candlelight, nuzzling his pointed nose into your neck affectionately.

“Can you blame me? With you looking like this… smelling like you do.” His lips are cold against the delicate flesh of your neck and it induces a full-body shiver. Something he says clicks strangely into your mind though.

“Smelling?” You questioned, brows knit together.

It seems to snap him out of a trance and his lips jerk away from your throat, he visibly flusters, stumbling over his words.

“I- well—yes. I know you’re embarrassed about it but you smell… very delectable like this.”

The idea of being more attractive whilst your body was going through a cleanse that most women were taught to be ashamed of appeals to you more than you thought it would. While Julian’s sanguine hunger never bothered you, this newfound fascination endeared you to that side of him even more. It felt nice to be loved and desired as you are, no matter if you’re having your blood or not.

“That explains how clingy you are tonight. Your hands are wandering, Ilyushka.” The use of his birth name is deliberate and the resulting roll of his hips against your ass upon hearing it makes you giggle. 

“I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be treating you but all I can think of is myself, how soft you feel against me.” Julian laments, more of his weight pressing against your back as he relaxes atop you, hands rubbing circles into your hips.

“I think you’ve treated me more than enough, Ilya. Let me take care of you now.” You cooed, your hands abandoning the pillow to place them over his own around your hips.

He makes a submissive keening sound, ensnared by your change in demeanor. 

“Roll over onto your back for me?” You offered, your mind already rich with ideas of just how to thank him for the feather-light looseness in your muscles. It’s easy to forget he’s a doctor sometimes with all his ripe silliness and the shenanigans he roped you into on the daily, but his expert knowledge on just where to touch you to turn you into a paste was your favorite reminder.

He complies with a muted ‘oof’ as he lazily strips himself from your body and turns over until his back meets the colorful sheets. You stretch out your limbs until they crack and sit up straight, rolling your shoulders and turning this way and that. No pain at all. You feel confident in your nakedness as his grey eyes rake over your oiled form. It could be a trick of the light but you swear you saw the slightest bit of red bleeding from the outer ring of his iris. 

Inspired by the weightlessness you feel with his eyes on you, you scoot yourself between his spread legs, grabbing him under his knees and yanking him further into your lap. He gasps at the force you manhandle him into reach with, his impossibly long legs wrapping around your waist. Your fingers undo the ties of his breaches and you’re pleased with the sight of bare flesh as opposed to underwear, you grin, catching his mischievous gaze. He truly was trying to get your attention today. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his long cock already flushed red and leaking with pre under your scrutinizing gaze, his narrow hips twitching upwards into your touch as your hand slips past his cock to scratch over his flat belly instead, fingers twisting in the auburn hairs at his navel. 

“Look at you, already drooling for me. Are you really this worked up after touching me?” You teased a fingertip around the tip, delighted by the way his dick jumps at the contact. His thighs twitch around your hips. And you can tell he’s trying not to buck, to be good for you. As proud as you are of his eagerness to obey, the image of him fucking himself into your fist with reckless abandon swims around your mind in an endless loop. Your walls clench around nothing at the thought, your teeth catching your bottom lip as your hand wraps around his length fully.

“I can’t help it. You’re just so… nnn please, just so… ahh.” Julian’s eyelids flutter as you ever so slowly start to pump his cock, distracting him entirely. 

“Just what, baby?” You remind playfully, enthralled by the subtle changes in his expression as he attempts to produce a response through the thick fog forming in his mind as he slowly sinks into subspace. 

“You’re just so… amazing, please! Ah! oh fucking-“ Julian’s mumble melds into a wail as your pace suddenly changes from slow and teasing to fast and purposeful. He cries out in pleasure, head falling back onto the bed as your hand twists over the head of his cock and squeezes at the base with every purposeful stroke. “Oh, please! You’re—fuck yes. You’re going so fasttt.”

Julian’s mouth falls open in rapture, fangs on display as you jerk him off faster than he deserves. He doesn’t deserve you, deserve this incredible pleasure from this incredible woman. But you loved him, needed him, assured him he was yours; fangs, deeds, and all. You accepted all of him. And with that assurance he knew you’d forgive the way his hips started to frantically buck into the tight tunnel of your fist, an erotic squelching noise fills the room as you let him fuck your hand, using it to get himself off.

“You’re so pretty like this, Ilya. I adore that debauched expression you make.” You praised, and Julian moaned loudly, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “Makes me want to give you everything you desire, just to see that fucked out expression on your face.”

“Please please!” He begs. 

“Please what, baby? Use your words and I’ll reward you.” You promise, but you aren’t prepared for his next request.

“Sit on my face.”

Your hand halts and Julian sobs, frustrated.

“Julian, I can’t I’m—“

“I want you to, so badly. Since I walked in and smelt you, all I could think of was your beautiful thighs around my head as you grind yourself against my tongue, letting me drink from you.” His words flow like poetry, burning themselves into your mind, he spoke them with such hunger and desperation that your whole body feels smoldering hot. You’ll recall those words on those rare lonely nights you’re apart rubbing yourself to memories of him.

Julian’s silvery eyes have almost been entirely eclipsed by crimson, and it makes you press your thighs together in anticipation—at the thought of straddling his face while he sated his sanguine thirst by eating you out. It was depraved, it was mortifying, but… surely the blood wasn’t the same, would it even feed him? Why didn’t you care? Why didn’t he care?

“Please, I want to taste you.” Julian restates, shaking you from your thoughts, eyes rediscovering his own as your expression softens.

“Alright, baby, if that’s really what you want.” You relented, taking your hand off his cock as you released him from your lap and started to crawl up his body. 

“Thank you, momma,” Julian whimpers and it goes straight to your pussy, he knew you liked it when he used that name in bed. “Oh thank- mmm!”

You cut off his thanks with your lips against his, hands sinking into his auburn curls and tugging. The slight sting makes him moan into your mouth, and your tongue dips into his mouth, curling around his own. You kiss messily for what feels like a long time, grinding against his hard cock. It takes everything in your power to stop yourself from letting him slide between your folds upon remembering his request.

“You sure about this?” You ask anxiously once more, feeling unexpectedly shy as you get into position, hovering just over his face. So close, but just out of reach even as his face surges forward to chase the intoxicating scent.

“I could explode just thinking of your blood against my tongue as I pleasure you, please don’t make me wait any longer, please I promise it’s alright.” Julian babbles, eyes glazed over as he stares at your cunt, mesmerized.

His desperate reassurance snaps the last string of hesitance from your mind and you take in a deep breath before lowering yourself over his face. His hands shoot to your hips immediately and for a moment you worry you’ve finally disgusted him, but instead he presses your hips harder against him. He kitten licks around your labia at first, catching a stray droplet of your wetness mixed with your blood and his eyes roll back. Julian truly does try to restrain himself but your flavor sends him into a frenzy, his nimble tongue delving between your folds to lapping at the droplets of blood as they drip from your cunt. 

You gasped out a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devours you from below, rolling your hips into the frantic motions of his wandering tongue. Julian moans in appreciation, urging your hips to move faster and you comply, losing yourself in the feeling. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts how good it feels to have his tongue inside you, and his nose rubs against your clit just right with every eager rut against his face.

“Oh good boy, you’re so good. Fucking me so- Ahh! So good with your mouth, baby. I don’t know what I was even worried about, you’re so eager.” You babble, and he groans torturedly against your cunt, his hips bucking into the air. His cock stands at full attention, weeping with pre and the head has nearly turned purple with want. 

You’re tempted to reach back blindly for his cock to jerk him off while he drinks from you, but you get a better idea that requires less stretching and reaching. 

“Touch yourself for me, Ilya.”

His hand shoots to his cock so fast you rush to steady yourself without one of his hands supporting you. Julian whines and mewls pathetically against your hot flesh, pupils blown wide as he ruts frantically into his own fist. He must be close.

“Gonna cum already? Do you really like this so much?” You teased, and he says something but it was muffled, vibrating pleasantly against you. 

In an attempt to let him speak you lift your hips but he grunts, his free hand forcing you back down with a whine and a pointed, crimson gaze.

“You’re so greedy.” You run a hand through his red hair, twisting your fingers in the strands to guide him against your cunt.

His tongue slides from you and instead lathes over your aching clit and you buck with a cry, he always knew just where you needed stimulation and when. The only thing Julian loved more than making you laugh was making you cum.

“That’s it, oh fuck you’re so good at this.” Your voice shook, head tipped back and eyes staring at the ceiling as you felt yourself dance on the precipice of release for a few agonizing moments before you finally start to quake. Your orgasm is so intense you don’t realize the strangled keening noises you’re making until the ringing in your ears stops. Julian eagerly opens his mouth as you squirt all over his face, delighted since it wasn’t often he could make you do so. And as you cum around his tongue he finally releases the tight grip around the base of his cock he placed to not cum the moment you started making those broken noises.

His whole body shakes and squirms as he pumps himself at lightning speed until he’s shooting cum all over his fist and stomach, soaking his shirt even more. He moans brokenly against your cunt, body seizing with every spasm of his cock in his grip. 

You both collapse into a heap of limbs on the bed, you don’t remember how you got onto your side when you start to come to, all you can process is how blissfully painless you feel. You really need to have period sex more often if this is how you felt afterward. Regrettably, you turn over and grimace at the smearings of your blood around Julian’s mouth and nose, resisting the urge to laugh as you smack a hand over your mouth.

He notices your gesture and props himself up on his elbows, quirking an arched brow in your direction. You see that the red from his eyes from earlier has completely vanished, leaving behind those familiar grey irises.

“What’s so funny?” Julian snorts, and that only makes it harder for you not to laugh. 

“You look like a crime scene!” You wheezed, rolling around on the bed and clutching your stomach.

Julian blushes a healthy bright red, and you’re lost to the world in your screaming laughter.

[laurensxox]

Fandom :: The Arcana

Pairing :: Julian Devorak x Reader (Not Apprentice)

Requested? :: no

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

Genre :: Angst

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

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

Song Inspiration :: Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

Portia's Cottage :: Just After Sundown

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

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

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

"Ilya, help! I'm slipping!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He really wants to see her again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence filled the room once again.

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

Whispered apologies leaving his mouth over and over again.

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

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

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

"I promise"

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

[...]

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

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

Anyone interested in a reunion sequel? 👀

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

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

[cherryplasmids]

☆ for as long as you would like ☆

pairing: ex!julian devorak x reader fandom: the arcana—out of game sequence prompt: “nobody’s seen you in days” & ex au notes: influenced by @honeyboychangbin ‘s sentence starters —check out my other works; masterlist

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"Nobody's seen you in days."

Julian's head lazily dips as he looks at the steaming cup of hot milk tea. You stared at him, waiting for him to finally give answers to questions everybody's been asking. Where and why did he leave Vesuvia for close to two weeks without informing anyone? But he doesn't respond to your concerned words. Instead, he takes a gulp of the drink, swooshing the liquid within his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. Your leg begins bobbing up and down, unnerved by the silence. Julian Devorak is known for many things, but a quiet man is not one of them.

His eyes flicked upward to meet your own, then, closes as he slouches over the table. The cup teeters and you moved it away in case Julian makes a sudden movement. He lets out a shuddered breath, causing a pit to form in your stomach. You reach out to touch him but stop midway, dropping it onto the table.

"Julian," You murmur and pause, unsure how to proceed. "Where have you been?" Again, he doesn't respond. Another shaky breath exhaled and more silence. "Please, Julian."

He sits up and leans back to rest against the back of the chair. When you first saw him, slumped and sleeping against your front doorsteps, you couldn't clearly observe him due to the darkness of the streets. Now, with him underneath direct ceiling lights, you're eyes flittering over his appearance to make sure he isn't injured. Besides a few fresh scrapes and bruises, he appeared fine. However, it isn't until you glanced at his face that you realized he's suffering.

Despite purple dark circles being a key component to the allure of the leech doctor, they appeared to be deeper, overtaking the brightness of his eyes. Not only that, but his face also seemed gaunt and paler than usual.

"Here and there. I can't really remember."

The urge to roll your eyes at him is suppressed. "Have you been sleeping?" Julian's shoulders noticeably tense and his dimmed eyes finally look at you. You shift in your chair, pushing yourself off the edge and lean over the table.

The auburn-haired man shrugs. "Why sleep when there's so much of the world to see?"

Deflection, a common occurrence in Julian's behavior. "Julian," Although you say it as gentle as possible, you can't stop the annoyance that seeps into. He's offhandedly mentioned he suffers from insomnia to the point he's stayed up for days at a time. For some reason, you brushed it off at the time—never dwelling much on the negative impacts insomnia can have on someone. But with his disappearance, ratted appearance, and of course, his lackadaisical approach to life sends warning signals to your brain. Julian can't healthily function on micro naps.

He says your name in an equally biting tone, warning you to drop the topic. Normally, you wouldn't because you wouldn't allow him to spiral down to rock bottom. However, you notice his fingers begin to tremble and a deep yawn emits from his mouth as tiredness slowly overcomes him. You relent this time.

You stand up from your chair and hold a hand out to him. "I think you need a hot bath and then you'll sleep." As someone who doesn't suffer from insomnia, you don't know if the bath will help or if sleep will come easily to him. But you can only hope that his brain is tired enough to let him rest.

"Why would you want to help me?" He bites out, referring to your messy breakup with him months ago.

You sigh, briefly closing your eyes for a moment. Sad flashbacks of tears, yells, and heartbreak fills your brain. You want to physically erase those nasty moments from not only your memories but from Julian's.

When eyes open again, you find him staring at you the same way he did when you rescued him from the devil's grasps. You can't help but return the sentiment. "You know why."

"Will you stay with me?" He whispers, his voice quivering as if he's afraid he'll break the atmosphere of adoration.

"Always."

He stares at your outstretched hand for a few seconds before tentatively grabbing it. He holds on the entire way up the stairs of your home and even as you attempt to undress him. His lips form into a pout when you force him to let go for the process to go as smoothly as possible. But as soon as you both enter the hot bath, naked and vulnerable to each other, he latches back on. You'll allow him to for as long as he'd like.

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word count: 774 published: may 20, 2020 edited: n/a

[celestrianprincess]

The Main 3 Reacting to The Apprentice waking up from a Nightmare

Ahh I had a few ideas for this last night and I really wanted to write them down uwu 💕💕 hope you like them

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Asra

• The clawed hand would close in on you, threatening to pull you into darkness when you screamed.

• You would shoot up into a sitting position on the bed, waking up with a start. The dream was so vivid that it had left you as a sweaty, sobbing mess.

• Your cries would echo through the room, and you’d be unable calm yourself down.

• It’s then when you’d notice the person stirring next to you.

• Asra’s violet eyes would flutter open, him tiredly calling out your name.

• Two seconds later and he’d noticed your tear stricken, shaking appearance.

• He would immediately sit up, grabbing your hands tightly.

• “My love, what happened??”

• It would be so hard to voice coherent sentences, but you would try your best.

• “H-he was... A-a-and I... I... T-then y-you weren’t...”

• Asra’s eyes would soften. He would take you into his arms, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

• “It was just a dream. I’m here, and I’ll never leave you alone again,” he would whisper into your ear.

• He’d gently move your hair away from your face, kissing your forehead. His lips would linger there until your sobbing had almost ceased.

• Then Asra would slowly lie you down, following you before pulling you into his arms. He loves you more than anything in the world and couldn’t bear to let anything happen to you.

Nadia

• One scream from you would startle her awake, and she’d look rapidly around the room before her gaze would soften upon meeting yours.

• You’d look a fright; wide eyes, shaky breaths, tears running down your face.

• The Countess had long been plagued with nightmares, allowing her to greatly sympathise with you.

• She would prop herself up on her elbow to look down at you, her heart breaking from seeing you in any kind of pain.

• You’d look up at her, calling out. “Nadia..?”

• “I’m right here,” she would coo, leaning down to kiss your tears away.

• You would breathe a sigh of relief, eyes fluttering shut to welcome a dreamless sleep.

• Nadia would then pull you into her arms, rocking you back and forth, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear until she, too, fell asleep.

Julian

• You so much as let out a whimper and this male has sprung out the bed, looking frantically around for any intruders.

• His attention would immediately be brought back to you when you cry out, eyes shut tightly.

• It would then occur to him that you were having a nightmare.

• Julian would walk up to the bed and kneel down beside your sleeping form.

• He wouldn’t wake you up, instead opting to take your smaller hand in his, bringing it to his lips to kiss it.

• There would be no smile on his face. Julian knew all too well what it was like to deal with night terrors, him usually spending most nights awake.

• Though that had changed quite a bit when he met you.

• He only hoped he could give you half the comfort you did him.

• The doctor would whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you it was alright.

• “It’s okay, darling. I won’t let them take you.”

• After that, your form would go still, breathing returning to normal.

• Without letting go of your hand, Julian would grab a chair, dragging it next to the bed.

• He’d then sit down, kissing your forehead one last time.

• If it was to protect your dreams, he didn’t need to sleep.

[hhhellmouth]

[honeymyheaven]

imagine broken fallen angel julian falling in love with the holiest and purest of angels a.k.a mc

he would look up at you, reach out towards you knowing he's never going to frolick up there with u

he'd be sent up to give messages from his ruler to God and every time he's there his eyes are scouring the soft clouds to see your smile, to see you playing with the other angels

oh how he'd love to be the one making you laugh and smile and blush and how he'd love to hold you close

but he knows so well there is no hope; he's d o w n there and you're u p here

he'd see your eyes following him with curiosity and his dark wings would wrap around himself, almost as if to hide his vile self so as to not somehow ruin your purity

but oh how he would adore to have you wrapped in them instead

little does he know you had the exact thought

[bazzpop]

Julian losing his voice hc

@julians-chest-hair and @one-eyed-captain-kinky wanted this and I’m not about to deprive them 😂

He’ll keep talking long after his voice goes hoarse, even if it hurts to speak, he just doesn’t know when shut up

Maybe a silencing spell? 0w0 he’ll be upset but he knows it’s for the best

Taps on your palm to open it, he’ll scratch out little messages or doodles using his finger to brush against your skin

Accentuates his lips trying to help you to read them better (he doesn’t know this- but he makes it 100000% harder to understand him)

Tries to be twice as expressive is that even possible to get his point across, aggressively ‘talks with his hands’

Charades- Level: Expert

Yes, he’s gonna act like a mime for the hell of it

When you give up, just throw a pad of paper at his face he prob won’t catch it in time and it’ll actually stick to his face yikes and make him actually write them out

Learn that making him write things out is also a bad idea, “Ilya wtf does this even say?!” He’s wheeze laughing in the corner HE’S TRYING MKAY??

Resorts to drawing simple pictures with arrows instead, at least you can sorta understand it

[plaguebxtchjulian]

Julian feeling bad about breaking in and returning the key🥺 baby mode activated

[hamilstuck99]

Please

Asra Alnazar x Reader(sort of)

Word count: 661

Warnings: Death, blood mention, leeches are mentioned, spoilers to Asra’s and Julian’s route, spoiler to kind of everyone’s I believe, and that’s it

The plague was spreading even more now. “Please, MC, we need to leave,” Asra pleaded.

“No, not yet we have to find a way to save these people,” I responded, exasperated.

“MC you’ve been saying that for the past few months, it’s time we go for now.”

“I’m not leaving, Asra. You can if you want, but I’m not going anywhere.”

“You know I’m not going anywhere without you. Please, just come with me.”

“Asra, I said no. Please, listen to me. I have to do this, I have to help Vesuvia!”

From there on, it dissolved into an argument between us. An argument that had Asra leaving. I can’t remember what happened in between but it left me crying, I don’t think I want to remember. I needed to help Vesuvia, so I turned to the best doctor here, Ilya.

“MC can you help me?” Ilya hollered from another room in the clinic.

“Coming!” I said, walking over. “Ilya… how did this happen?” I asked, gesturing to the leeches and broken glass on the floor.

“It was an accident I promise! Maybe it’s the lack of sleep these past few weeks but��“

“Ilyushka Devorak, you’re supposed to be the doctor! You always tell me to get enough sleep every night but look at you!”

“MC—“

“No, go sleep,” I scolded.

“Fine fine,” he said, giving in, “Goodnight.”

“Night, Ilya.” As I went to grab my cloak and head back to the shop, I looked at myself in the mirror. The whites of my eyes were no longer white, instead a bright red. “No, I… I couldn’t have…” I whispered to myself. It was too late. I wrote a note and left it for Julian to find tomorrow and I left a note at the shop, for whenever Asra came home again.

“I’m headed to the Lazaret,” I said to the gondolier, showing my eyes.

“Stand at the back of the boat,” he said to me and started rowing.

I looked back at the docks, mainland Vesuvia getting smaller and smaller. A few hours later, the sun was starting to rise and we were almost there. Over that period of time, I started feeling worse. My throat was sore, my eyes were dry, and I had a fever. I don’t have much time left.

The gondolier said nothing as we arrived. I left money where I was as payment and got off the boat. I stared at the building. It was tall, made of gray brick, and had smoke coming out of it. The surrounding forest was goomy, the aura around it was black and red. This is where I’ll be spending my final moments. The air was suffocating, it was hard to even move. After a few minutes of standing, staring, and a few coughing fits, I started making my way to the entrance. I could taste blood in my mouth now, metallic and thick. Walking and stumbling for what felt like hours took me to the entrance. The people at the gates were wearing the same type of outfit as Ilya when he went to help patients of the plague.

“Show us proof,” they commanded.

I looked up at them without any words.

They nodded and let me enter. Another person in a plague doctor outfit escorted me to where I would stay until I get better, but more realistically, until I die. I laid down on the cot, my body slowly giving up. Someone checked in on me, I think. Was I not breathing? Was it too shallow? I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know. I will never know. It feels hot. I hear the crackling of flames. I can see Asra smiling at me in the soft and warm sunlight of our shared bedroom. I can’t help but smile back.

…

…

…

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“... Arcana thank you, thank you for this, thank you for bringing MC back to me,” I heard someone sob.

Who am I?

[thefanficmonster]

hii im the one who requested the corpse x reader dream/coma request and im so happy that you liked it!

i have a lot of ideas but idk how to write so would u mind if i share them with u? not for you to write or anything, u can write them but i just wanna share all the ideas i have

let me formally introduce myself, my name is ilyushka, ilya for short, im a trans female (i hope you wont shun me for being trans female cause majority of people seem to only accept trans men and all those ive come out to only say im a crossdresser and not trans and it fvcking hurts ngl) so she/they are my pronouns!

Hi ilya! Please feel free to share with me anything you'd like, I'll be super honored to be the person to hear all your amazing ideas! Thank you for reaching out to me in the first place and welcome to my blog!

The last thing you should expect is transphobia, racism, homophobia, sexism etc here. There's no such thing on my blog: we all love, respect, support encourage and validate each other and if anyone ever makes you feel uncomfortable or upsets you, don't hesitate to let me know 🥰

[4biddenleeches]

Hey! For the fic prompt day: steamy moment where Julian cums after MC or Aredhel calls him by his real name very tenderly (ilyushka)

ilyushkajulian x gn!reader, julian x you (but told mostly from julian’s pov)LEMON. big ol’ lemon under the cut.

Julian wakes up the way he loves best: with his back against your chest, your spine following the curve of his spine, two twinned s-shapes folder together. His thighs rest against your lap. You hold him, and he feels loose and warm and comfortable in your arms. Or—not so loose. His ass fits so snugly into the curve of your hips… your gentle breathing stirs the hairs on the back of his neck, and your cheek is warm when you press it against his skin, burying your face in his curls.

Your voice is hoarse from sleep; your words rumble in your chest (against his back, where Julian fan feel the fuzzy, sleepy hum of them.)

“Mmm, Ilya? R’y’alright?”Lazy flame licking its way, slumber to wakefulness—to skin to skin, side by side, flush, strong arms around him—to arousal. He doesn’t necessarily mean to do it, to fall out the bottom of something cozy and homelike and land somewhere lecherous. It’s just that it’s always so easy in the mornings, in the soft light, before his anxiety kicks in and his thoughts start chasing themselves in circles. It’s so easy for him to get turned on when you’re holding him, body still heavy and vague as it shakes of sleep, until suddenly the touch that once contented him is not enough and he wants to be touched more roughly, touched more.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,”  Julian replies. “Just…”

Just—what? What is he to say?

‘Just straining against my pants, already, and nothing more than your arms around me—and you, you’re still half asleep.’

Not that—he can’t say that. But Julian can’t hide, either. This is not your first honey-slow morning in bed. It is neither the first (nor, Julian suspects, the last) morning that he’s woken up hard and needy. And by now, he has been with you so long that he knows better than to think he masked wholly the note of excitement in his voice when he’d answered your question.

Five fingertips spread across Julian’s skin until your palm is flat against his abdomen; his muscles twitch under your hand. Even this alone—! Your palm smooths across his skin, and Julian holds his breath, filled only with the thought of how low your palm will dare to go.

It doesn’t get far. Doesn’t even reach the band of his lounge pants. But then you hum thoughtfully, pulling your head out of his hair to ask him:

“D’you wanna get off?”

Julian pulls his lip between his teeth. Then he nods, careful not to bang his head against yours as he does so.

Another hum behind him; your hand palms lower, fingertips toying with (but not yet sinking beneath) the band of his pants.

“Sorry, Ilya. Didn’t hear you. What was that?”

Is it begging you want? The thought sends a twitch through Julian’s cock—he’ll beg. He’ll beg so nicely, however you like… with you, it is worth it. No matter how long you make him wait, you always give him what he needs in the end.

“Yes,” Julian croaks with his sleep-worn voice. “Yes, please, are you—will you—?”

Julian is in luck; this morning, you are generous. You pull your hand from his stomach and hold it, cupped, in front of Julian’s face; he spits into it. Then he pushes his pants down his hips and you take him in hand.

Tightness pushes the sleep out of Julian’s bones. Barely awake as he is, the pleasure doesn’t come all at once. It builds. You coat him in his own spit and he presses his ass back against your hips, grinding between your body and your hand, whimpering lightly. Each stroke of your hand lifts him to higher heights. Cock leaks and your stroke slickens, and Julian fights against the mounting moan swelling in his chest, and snaps his hips up towards your hand.

You sigh sweetly against his neck and he can feel it—the warmth, your breath disturbing his hair—and it’s soft and he always wants you this close—his eyes roll back. Then your lips brush his ear:

“You’re so pretty like this, in the morning,” you whisper. “Pink as a rose, dawn making all the copper in your hair look like caught flame.”

Julian curses. His hips lose their rhythm. He won’t last long if you keep talking about him like that, comparing him to flowers and bright dawns and treating him like something precious, beautiful, beloved.

‘But you are those things,’ he can hear you telling him. Not really you, only the you in his head—the pieces of you that have gotten stuck in him—all the times you’ve told him he’s worthy and brilliant replayed so many times until he believed it. He can hear you correcting him as if he’d spoken aloud: ‘Precious, beautiful, beloved—you are every one of those things to me.’

His breath shakes loose of him. Already Julian’s body is clenching, shuddering—so easy in the mornings. This mouth is so dry forming the words is a struggle: “Please, squeeze a little harder—tighter…”

You oblige, narrowing the tunnel of your fingers, slipping the ring of them over and off then back on the head of his cock—Julian’s body tightens around his core, his chin falling nearly to his chest. You pull him back—pulls his head up with a tug of your teeth on his ear, which only leaves him crying out, his body twisting in your arms (pleasure cooking, spiraling, spring-like preparing to release) as you run your tongue of the marks your teeth left, tip of tongue dipping into ear—

“I’m—m’close,” Julian mananges (barely) as the rhythm of his hips starts to stutter again, chasing the feeling of your fingers. “Not gonna last much longer.”

“Then finish,” you say simply. Your breath is warm on his ear—still tingling from teeth and tongue—and your hand moves faster on his cock, the pad of your thumb circling the head. Julian whined, snaps his hips up faster, faster—and then you dip your head to nibble gently on the skin of his neck—he’s still gasping, chasing his breath when you say:

“Come. Come for me, Ilyushka.”

There is nothing—not your hand on his cock, not your tongue in his ear—better than the shape of his name in your mouth, called so tenderly, so affectionately.

He comes with a cry, hips stuttering  and snapping as he spills over your fingers, his stomach, the sheets—sticky and spent but good, so good, and when the pressure releases he feels, again, exhausted and loose and warm. He runs so cool—your skin is like a furnace against his, like you keep some of the sun with you always.

You kiss the back of his neck. “I’ll be right back, let me just go grab something so you can clean up.”

But before you can go, Julian’s hand finds your arm, holding it fast around him.

“Not yet,” he protests, gently, and you relax against him, sinking back into bed. “Soon—in a few minutes—but this is nice. Don’t go just yet.”

[hhhellmouth]

What Muriel's route is going to be like.

[hhhellmouth]

A normal, everyday council meeting in Vesuvia's court.

[hhhellmouth]

Spot the difference.

[bazzpop]

I accidentally deleted the ask, but it was for nsfw reversed!julian and swf+nsfw reversed!nadia

I haven’t finished Nadia’s route yet and don’t want to spoil all of the reversed end for myself, but I’ve finished Julian’s reversed so I’m more than happy to do swf+nsfw birb Julian, sorry!!

Fluff-

Very self conscious about his appearance. He must be hideous in your eyes now, a true monster

You need to remind him how much you love him, tell him he’s still the man you feel in love with, just help him through his insecurities

Might flinch at the first contact, he doesn’t mean to- it’s just a shock that you still want him

Soothing and comforting touches leave him feeling weak, he actually might cry because of how much he’s missed your sweet touch

He doesn’t want to touch you at first, his biggest fear is hurting you with his sharp talons, he’ll explore around for something to file them down

His voice gets very loud and shrill when he’s excited

If you thought he was touch starved back then, just wait until now

His feathers puff up when he’s happy, embarrassed, or threatened

Loves when you brush your fingers through the feathers on top of his head, they’re so fluffy afterwards he basically turns into a puff ball

He makes soft cooing sounds while cuddling

Malak helps him preen his feathers properly

He squawks and argues with Malak in a joking manner

With you by his side again, he’ll try to take care of himself better

Nsfw-

He’s basically 110% more sensitive than he was before, it’s been so long since he’s felt the touch of another, YOUR touch to be exact

Mating dances that make you holler with laughter and get him embarrassed

He’s still very much into foreplay, nothing’s changed in that department, same goes for his masochism

Hell scratch you by accident when he’s clutching your hips like his life depends, he can’t help it

Pull his head feathers, you’ll still get him moaning as if they were still his hair

The moans he gives you are still as delicious as ever, they seem to be even louder than before and end in a higher pitch

He’s going to need a lot of reassurance and praise, he wants to be good for you

He’s missed you for so long and fantasized about your touch on him again, he whimpers every time you need to take your hands off him to reposition

PLEASE GIVE HIM BODY WORSHIP

He really needs it, make him feel loved

His body isn’t the only thing monster sized now, check out his dick 👀

Or if you think he’s got a cloaca now, be prepared for him to rut feverishly against you while you try to have your way with him

He’s so vocal his voice goes hoarse

You can always tell when he’s close, his feathers, especially his head feathers, puff up just before his climax

Finishes with a shrill caw sounding moan that could probably break glass if it hadn’t already been broken

[honeymyheaven]

roadtrip headcanons || julian

a/n: i LOVE him so much i cant explain it he's just soft and lovely and clumsy but so cute and im currently on a long and kind of boring roadtrip sooo,,,,,i cant help but imagine what it would be like with ilyushka uwu might get slightly n//s//f//w ,,,,

would offer to drive when you're getting tired and also because he loves driving a bit too much even though he's not particularly good at it

his hand rests on your thigh at all times while in the car whether he's driving or not, he needs to feel you close

gets excited about e v e r y t h i n g

"look how pretty this cloud is! look how nice the hills look! oh gods the sky is absolutely gorgeous."

it's cute but can get slightly annoying after some time

would B E G you to sleep in a tent when taking a night rest

he just loves the outdoors so much and hes always wanted to stargaze with you

knows E V E R Y constellation and gets excited showing it to you

it's so utterly adorable you cant help but let out a small chuckle making him oh-so-flustered, the tips of his ears are practically burning but before he could begin to apologise you press your lips to his in a soft kiss

"don't even think about it," you smile pulling away, cupping his warm face in your hands "i just thought it was cute how excited you got. i love it when you get like this

"malishka," he grinned, pulling you on top of him and into a kiss which you returned with equal excitement "i love you." he blurted out when you pulled away, his fingers intertwining with yours "i love you so much my darling."