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trashcanfanfics · 1 year
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2 separate hc about Julian:
1. He's got a slight fear of thunderstorms that used to be way worse as a kid; he cuddles up to you when a storm is particularly bad
2. In the modern day, he'd live and breathe Hozier lyrics and try to sing like him and serenade you every chance he gets; he also listens to every new release over and over until he knows it by heart
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adyathemoongoddess · 8 months
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It might make you upset but my voice headcanon for Julian is Azul the prince of Peacocks.
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ghostlyycookies · 3 months
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This man is so touch starved, yearning for his lover’s fingers to caress his rough skin. demon!julian can only dream about it.
demon!julian hallucinates on a daily basis—he can’t help it, the Devil loves messing with him. Our poor doctor plucks a feather out of his skin to remind himself that he lives in isolation and that the images he sees aren’t real. With each feather plucked, two more grow back.
demon!julian is afraid of heights and because of that fear doesn’t learn how to fly.
demon!julian has more love to offer than his human form. He’s alone, only flames, tankards, and the Devil as company. His feelings for you never wavered and instead have grown, having a sliver of hope you’ll reunite.
demon!julian is associated to the Hanged Man by other demons. Because of that, he is given the space. He hates their company anyway.
demon!julian has control of smoke and the element air.
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If you tell him to prove it, he’ll be gentle. As his confidence grows, demon!julian will use his talons to rip parts of your clothes where he wants to ravish you.
demon!julian loves sensory play. He will torture you with his feathers, his rough skin, sharp talons, and hard beak.
demon!julian loves using your body for his own pleasures as long as you say it’s okay.
demon!julian is a switch.
His stamina is remarkable. demon!julian can make love to you as long as you want and adjusts to your pace. He just asks for blowjobs (which he loves) as a reward.
Marking is a kink for demon!julian. He wants other demons to know that you are his and his alone. Your neck and arms are peppered with bruises, light claw marks, and small scars only a beak could make.
Your juices are demon!julian’s favorite flavor secondary to your sweat.
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watercolourferns · 1 year
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Julian Modern AU HC's
Why? Because I'm having a crisis and need comfort food and I'm too broke to buy snacks so headcanons it is...
They're mixed but lean a lot towards a haunted house. Mention of steamy times but no description.
He likes Doc Martens. Why? Well, for one they are nonslip, which means he can wear them to work at the hospital and to his gigs at the bar without a problem. But most important, they are unisex so he can buy all the flowery pairs his heart wants and they actually fit his long-ass feet. They're also good for ankle support!
He has a treasure chest in his office, it's full of cheap plastic toys. If a kid is having a particularly trying appointment he will let them choose a toy from the chest afterwards while he's speaking to the parent(s). He will say something cheesy and sweet like: "You've been a brave pirate, you have won a piece of the treasure!" ...He sometimes lets them take two.
Once he had saved enough money he bought a house like his older coworkers told him to because it would be a good investment... a huge, old Queen Anne fixer upper. Queue to his coworkers facepalm. But he doesn't care, he's happy with it and he has plans for it: round room will be a seance room, basement will be a workshop, attic will have e telescope... He asks you for help to choose wallpapers. "I want it to be as close to original as possible. Want to go with me to find records of the house? Maybe they have pictures!"
He takes a lot of inspiration from Christine McConell, choosing a wine, black and silver colour palette for the common rooms, asking for help making his own wallpaper based and the research you two made. He goes to antique shops and estate sales to buy decorative cushions and throws which he has professionally cleaned for use. He does buy all new linen and towels, though he has much of it made to match the style.
You keep him company while the repairs and decorations are being made because he's SURE he saw a couple shadows once or twice. You haven't really felt anything, but then again you haven't really been inside the house as he refuses to go in unless the whole crew of workers is inside, too. You don't want to be pulled into his paranoia, he's known to suggest himself into bouts of fear when it comes to supernatural things, but you swear to yourself you saw something out of the corner of your eye peeking out of the top floor window.
Once the house is finally repaired he decides to move in. Yes, it's like half an hour away from the city and his hospital and it could have ghosts in it, but that's what bikes are for eh? And maybe, just maybe he was just nervous and saw things because of his anxiety, he wasn't sure if the house was livable after all and he was anxious about the repairs not going well even though they were more superficial than he thought, most of the bedrooms not needing anything but wallpaper changes and deep cleaning...
First night he spends there, though? He calls you in hysterics. "I-I-I-I-" you give him a second to try and speak and he finally blurts out between squeaks of fear: "SAW SOMETHING CREEPING INTO MY BEDROOM CAN YOU PLEASE COME AND STAY OVER?! MALAK AND BRUNDLE REFUSE TO STAY INSIDE!!"
Once you're in there you do get a sense that there's something else besides you two, but you reassure him he's safe and alright and that you will protect him. You suggest having a sleepover party in the living room, where the energy is less dense, and that once he's at work tomorrow you will cleanse the house for him. He accepts and you have a jolly (and maybe steamy?) time with snacks, funny stories, maybe even videogames, finally falling asleep snuggled up in the pull out couch.
He was right, there's something in the main bedroom, which is his. But it's nothing a good incense cleansing and a sound talking to it wouldn't fix. You do just that and text him a picture of his bedroom and you. "All clean now!" He texts back that he's happy about that, but that he probably will stay in his office for a couple of nights, just to feel safe again.
.... and that's how you came to live with him. It was in the plans, but it looked like a distant future when you had spoken about it... And now you were there, all your belongings packed in a u-haul, driving towards his house. He greets you with open arms into one of his all enveloping hugs and shows you to your bedroom... even though both of you know that's just gonna be the place you keep your clothes in because they won't fit in his closet...
He's so grateful you're there, it takes off the edge of the not-so-oppressive-anymore feeling around some places in the house, and since you're there the shadows haven't come to bother him at night. He calls you his shield and that makes you chuckle.
He had the sense of installing a modern stove additional to the wood stove already in the house, so you're in charge of breakfasts. Chocolate chip pancakes, puddings, oatmeal, crepes, sunny side ups... this man seems to eat it all! He's secretly grateful he doesn't have to eat take out or burnt food anymore. He's...not the best cook and now thanks to you, his beloved, he even can take lunch to work! Everyone at work comments on how much healthier he looks now, too, and he's happy to show you and your cooking skills off. "They're a genius!!" You blush, but can't help feeling proud of your skills, too. He just does that to you.
After a couple of months you're finally tired of the dramatics the shadows have been pulling on and off, so you sit at the seance room with a board and your cards and he goes into hysterics again. No, don't do this, why is this happening, you can't have a seance, yaddah yaddah. But you try to put him at ease, explain to him how this could help. "Why do you have a seance room if we can't use it for that??" you finally ask. "It's for the aesthetics, my dear!" he answers, and that makes you chuckle. You give him a protection charm and gently sit him down with Portia, who's always down for mischief and visits you often, explain the dynamics of the activity and reassure him he's safe with you and his sister there.
The seance goes better than expected but it doesn't make it any easier on him... since now you know there's a small family cemetery in the backyard. "Okay, that does it, I'm selling this place!" he blurts out, shaking like a leaf. Slowly and gently you reassure him that it's okay, that they just wanted to be known, have their markers and their names back, and that you will take care of it... he calms down a bit but remains skeptical they will leave y'all alone.
But it works!! You have tombstones made with names, dates, loving words like "beloved husband" and "cherished daughter" and "treasured wife", you have them placed where the ghosts told you their graves were... and as if by magic the activity stops! You might see a soft white figure of a girl playing in the library or the outline of a man working in the back yard while a woman sips tea and reads a book in the porch, but besides these echoes from the past the activity has stopped... He doesn't know how you did it, but he buys you a whole new book series you had coveted for some time now in thanks.
The house still has it's reputation, and so every Halloween kids ask for tours of the house, for him and you to tell the story of it, to talk about the ghosts. At first he's reluctant to bring it up because... we... ghosts... He's scared he'll call them back. But once you explain what really happened, he's more at ease with it and finally accepts to open the house to tours during October, giving out candy, letting the kids use the telescope as well, ending with a big Halloween party on the 31st where the kids, their parents, and you all have fun with classic games, cake, snacks, and more candy. Yes, his coworkers were right, it was a good investment to buy this house...
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count-lucios-bitch · 2 years
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Julian, Muriel, Portia and Asra each with an Mc who’s an artist, (this could mean painting, drawing, whatever you like) thank you !
this ask is 2 years old but I wasn't active two years ago so i'm gonna answer it now 💃
Julian
Constantly asks them to draw him
not in the annoying way that strangers do
more of an encouraging "i love your work and want to see more" type of way
definitely tries to steal supplies for them
they need new paint brushes? he conveniently found some just laying around at the market
he always ends up returning them when told to
and he's been slowly getting better about actually purchasing items rather than swiping them.
Muriel
"You want to... draw me?"
"I guess.. I don't really know how to pose for stuff like that"
big softie just wants to make mc happy
He doesn't really show it but he's always so excited to see the finished product of any art
very respectful of the whole process, tries to avoid looking when it's not done unless given explicit permission
Makes them paint by hand
Like grinds up natural things like rocks and clay and flowers and makes them into paints
Portia
Wants you to teach her to paint
very excited about all of it
she literally grinned and bounced around when she first learned mc was an artist
immediately bought expensive easels and canvases and paints that she definitely could not afford
she later had to return most of it, though she kept the easel
tried to make paint brushes out of her cat's shed fur and failed miserably
actually is a really good artist once she learned how to do it
uses art as a way to spend quality time with mc
Asra
I feel like he would get them into charcoal art
like they'd mention enjoying drawing and he'd immediately pull out some packed charcoal sticks and heavy paper like "Ive been waiting for this moment"
probably taught them how to draw tbh
or at least helped them figure it out
does not care about any messes that they make
he can clean it up with magic, why would it matter?
has only sat to be drawn once
claims he doesn't like posing because it doesn't feel natural
"if you want to draw me you'll just have to catch me in my element"
hope y'all enjoy! (first official headcanon post since i came back)
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stardropsandrain · 1 year
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Julian Devorak Headcanons!
Gender Neutral Reader
I'm so sorry, I am very new to the Tumblr format and accidentally deleted your request! But I remember your name and when you asked for so thank you @kailera for requesting this!
I love Ilya so this will be fun!
Please do enjoy
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He's little spoon 100% . Hold him all night long please. Play with his hair and kiss his neck every now then. He also loves facing you with his face in your neck. It's a comfortable place for him to hide
Sleepy hugs from behind make him weak in the knees. One time you woke up to him cooking you breakfast. You yawn and wrap your arms around his waist from behind and you could swear his knees would've given out had he not been leaning on the counter
He cooks really well
Steals ingredients from Asra's shop, especially the very exotic ones, to make food. Has almost died from it
When you go on adventures with Asra, leaving Julian to his own devices, you can be sure you'll receive a very excited welcome back. Kisses all over your face, causing you and Asra to laugh
He'll check you for any damages later that night. If you have none he'll be happy and give you a kiss, if you allow. That night he'll hold you, being the big spoon with his arms around your middle and face in your shoulder blades
If you got hurt he'll kiss the afflicted area, if you allow, and apply some medicines. Yes you could theoretically have Asra help you, which admittedly would probably be faster, but why pass up this chance
He got into a bar fight at the Rowdy Raven because some dude hit on you and wouldn't back off after you said no. That night he had you nurse him back to health and he loved it "Can I get into fights more often flower?" "No." "But you touch me so delicately." You stare at him blankly and flick his forehead he'll gasp and whine "so mean!" You'll smile and kiss the same area gently "let's get some sleep Ilya."
Nicknames and pet names. Julian has so many for you. Flower bc of the herbs and flowers that are typically in a plague doctor mask. When he's feeling frisky, he'll call you oregano. He also has the normal assortment of, honey, love, baby, darling. Sometimes you'll playfully call him doc or doctor but it's usually just Ilya and love. "Hey doc, your water for tea is done." Julian will look up from the table, his cheeks red "Did you just call me doc?" "Mm, maybe, now come get your water." He'll smile and walk over, and place a kiss to your temple and smile "It's cute."
You paint each others nails. He loves dark reds on his nails but also loves pinks, purples, and blues. He loves seeing a brighter shade of green on your nails despite what may be your preference, but he won't force you. He also loves matching nail polish, but won't admit it
He loves making you tea. Herbal, fruit, mint etc. Theres almost always a boiling pot of water
Everyone is pretty supportive of your relationship besides Muriel, who still think Ilya could be dangerous for you. Ilya finds it nice that the big scary man cares so much. Ilya constantly, very cockily, says he'll protect you
Julian is in bed at 8pm or 5am there's no inbetween. You'll fall asleep around midnight to wake up and see Ilya at his desk doing whatever it is he does "my love come to bed." "In a minute flower." It was not a minute, it was five hours later he crawled into bed
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A/N; I'm sorry that this one is a bit shorter, I wanted to get it out ASAP. I'm sorry about the issue with your request! I hope you enjoyed
Good riddance and stay safe🖤🖤🖤
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katp4ws · 1 year
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General julian headcanons! Your favorite ones! I'm starved for Julian content and I'll gladly eat anything you've got to give. Nom nom nom
♡JULIAN HEADCANONS!!!♡
My favorite (technically) ginger masochist<3
☆Transmasc (based off of something my partner said about his nips)
☆He's surprisingly good with kids, But he also doesn't know what to do with kids
☆I feel like in his spare time Julian learns how to cook soup but always fails
☆He also has dry/chapped lips
☆Has a sweet tooth
☆Has a bunch of journals (he's a very fast writer)
☆He's also very clumsy when he tries to flirt
☆In a modern-ish au (I'm assuming Arcana is not set in a modern time) Julian would own a lot of sweater vests and sweaters with only two collared shirts.
I'm really glad someone requested some headcanons!! I am also working on two stories so be excited for that! (Both requested by two different anons)
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elsyrel · 9 months
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Julian asking for cheek kisses c: (separate images under the cut!!)
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Hello! Could you please write full headcanons on the M6 getting home one day to find MC dead? They're not actually dead, their body is just vacant after a spell went horribly wrong, but M6 have no way of knowing that.
Thank you!
The Arcana HCs: When M6 think MC is dead
~ @arson-the-ace oh, this. this is going to hurt, isn't it. ~
CW for descriptions of panic attacks, bodies that seem dead, references to past trauma, and your beloved in lots of pain
-- to set the scene --
It was supposed to be an experiment, to see if it was possible to put your body in a preserved or frozen state when you left it behind to visit the magical realms. You did not expect the result to be your body looking and acting like a fresh corpse, or for the spell to have a three hour cooldown time before you could reinhabit it. Your incorporeal self sighs and sits next to your body, resigned to the boredom of waiting it out.
Until, minutes later, the door opens and your beloved walks in, and you have no way of telling them what happened.
Julian
Already fears the worst as soon as he sees you sprawled on the floor - his plague doctor experience with visiting the sick has his instincts fine-tuned for recognizing an unrecoverable patient
Trips over himself in his scramble to get to you and gets a nasty bump on his knee, but doesn't register a thing because he's finally reached for you and he's looking for a sign of life
A pulse. An exhale. The twitch of your eyes moving below your eyelids, anything, anything to tell him that you can be saved
He rolls you onto your back and tries to give you CPR, but he's breaking down too much already for any of it to be effective
Chest compressions turn into him ripping his gloves off, trying to find any of the warmth you've shared with him
Mouth-to-mouth turns into a choked sob against your cold cheek
He can't bring himself to keep going. Each failed attempt at reviving you gets his hopes up only to rip them to shreds again
He doesn't want to move forward. He doesn't want to go ahead with laying you to rest. He doesn't want to leave this drafty wooden floor, without a blanket or a pillow to keep you comfortable
And he can't stand up
He sits cross-legged on the floor, lifting your head onto his lap and laying his coat over you in lieu of a quilt
You watch him droop over your body, shivering in the drafty room without his layers, voice catching and breaking on quiet sobs as he sings you the lullaby his parents sang him before the shipwreck
By the time your eyes flutter open, his voice is gone
He's happy to see you - he's so, so happy to see you, but he keeps hovering over you like he never knows if you're about to collapse for good next time
If you love him, you'll wait a long, long time to do any more magic
Asra
They thought you were playing some kind of game, at first
He walked into the upstairs apartment to see you sprawled on the floor and teasingly called out your name, playfully asking what new mischief you were up to as he hung up his coat
And then you didn't answer them
As soon as he felt that old dread seize his stomach, he was hurrying across the room and asking you what was wrong
They can feel their own body growing cold as they touch your frozen one, pressing a trembling hand to your chest in search of the heartbeat they moved heaven and hell to give you
He's panicking, breaths coming quick and short. The motions of his arms trying to pull you closer to him are far too similar to his frantic digging in the ash filled sands of the Lazaret
They don't know what's worse - the images flashing across their eyes of your charred bone fragments splintering in their bleeding fingers, or your lifeless face lying heavy against their knees
His heart can't take it. The tears give way to an ongoing numb tremor. He places a preservation spell on your body as his last conscious thought before he lies down next to you on the floor
They put their arm under your limp neck and cuddle up to you like it's just another day's end, just another snuggle before sleep while they lay their head down on your icy, silent chest
You watch him hold your body in shock. He seems like he's caught between worlds, alternating between staring at your unmoving stomach while his shaky tears land and pool on your shirt
And reflexively whispering apologies as they mop up their tears with their sleeve, asking if they're squeezing you too tightly
He's quick to check your memories when you wake up, but no matter how healthy you are, he can't leave your side for a week
Nadia
Her intuition is telling her something is wrong as soon as she's approaching her chambers. Seeing you on the ground is her worst nightmare coming true
You're cold to the touch. You don't respond to her voice. You don't respond ... at all. She needs help, you need help, you need help now, she's going to get you everything you need, just hang on
She lifts you into her bed, and the chilly deadweight of your body is more than she can take. When she throws open the door and yells for a doctor, every servant in earshot hears her panicked sobs
She hasn't had a panic attack like this in years
Servants rush in and out in a blur, hurried murmurs and muffled exclamations fading into the background. She feels like she's been plunged underwater, unable to scream as her lungs fill with salt
She sits by your side with your hand in both of hers, clinging to the only part of you she's allowed to touch while the closest physician pokes and prods at your lifeless body. She can't see you anymore
And everyone else? They can't see their Countess at all
They see a broken-hearted woman holding steadfast to her lover's limp hand, breaths jagged and unpredictable as she wails through her teeth. Mercifully, her hair comes undone and hides her wrenched face and streaming tears behind a curtain of purple
You woke her, first from her dreams, then from her apathy, and finally from her loneliness. Watching you succumb to a sleep far stronger than the one that trapped her is wretched beyond words
When you finally stir awake, she refuses to leave your side as the doctors work to ensure that your vitals are stable and to try to figure out what happened and if there are any repercussions
She's glad you're back, but she can't stop herself from waking you in the middle of the night to make sure you're just sleeping
Muriel
He's already convinced of the worst before he can prove it
He knows what a body collapsed in sudden death looks like. He's seen them countless times on the sand of the Coliseum floor, slaughtered at his own shackled hands, but now it's you
Now it's the only person he trusted to never leave his side
He can't register Inanna beginning to whine and pace, he can't register the sounds of the forest outside, he can't register the fire slowly burning down and out in the back of the hut
A lifetime of trained alertness, muted, because his subconscious has decided it can't take paying attention to a world that doesn't have you in it any more
He's finally able to move again when he takes his first shuddering breath in minutes, and he begins to walk and reach towards you in the vague hope that all is not as it seems
But that's when some small, sick part of his brain starts up its tiny chant that he deserves this, that this is the effect of giving in to your misguided desire for his touch, that this is somehow his doing
But the larger part of him, the part of him that loves you and aches for you and is dedicated to you, leans past the furious pain and lifts your head and shoulders off of the floor, enough so he can lower his head and listen for a heartbeat, feel for breath on his cheek
And there isn't any. Your body is as still and lifeless as his hope for something better, and he can't breathe. He can't breathe, and he's curled up in a ball with you in his arms, and he can't breathe
It takes a few hours before he can master his thoughts enough to think. This has happened before, and it was possible for you to come back. Asra, he has to bring you to Asra, he'll give anything
You wake up as he's carrying you through the woods, and it's the first time you've seen his body go so completely weak with relief
Portia
At first, she thinks you're feeling a little silly and sleeping on the floor just to mess with Pepi. Though the way you're lying, you almost look like you've collapsed. That can't be comfortable
It's when she crouches down to wake you up that she can tell something's wrong. Your shoulder is cold - way too cold
She's already got tears running down her face, but never in her life has she let her sadness stop her from caring for those she loves. She shakes you, back and forth, calling your name over and over
At some point she realizes that it's too late, there's nothing she can do, and that's when she starts wracking her brain for someone who can do something. Anything. She's not giving up on you
She's small, but she's strong and she's in pain. She lifts your body and begins to stumble through the Palace garden with you. She leans into the volume of her wails, using them to call for help
First through the gardens, then through the Palace halls, unable to recognize the blurry faces through her tears, but determinedly blubbering out what's happened and how she needs help for you
When someone who might have been the Countess informs her that the physician is out, she walks out the front gates of the Palace. Her ears are deaf to the offer of a carriage into town
Vesuvia still remembers its plague. It has never before heard cries as anguished as the ones Portia sent echoing down the canals as she ran and stumbled with your body to Mazelinka's house
Mazlinka will be there. Ilya will be there. They both know plenty about medicine, they should be able to help, just hang on. Hang on, she tells your cold body, hang on for me
You stir awake just as she crosses the threshold into the basement dwelling, and the emotions she feels are so overwhelming that she almost punches you for scaring her. She can't stop crying
Lucio
When he walks into the room in the inn after his trip to the outhouse, he avoids the sinking feeling in his gut by telling himself you're just napping. On the floor. Without moving
And then he can't take the way his conscience is nagging at him, so he snaps and (not unkindly, but brashly) tells you to get up and get moving already, we're wasting daylight!
But you don't move. You don't give him a disapproving look. You don't grumble when he shakes your shoulder, or open your eyes when he pats your cheek, or smile when you hear your name
He doesn't understand. You're brave, you're strong, you're loving, you're good, you're full of goodness and you're better than anything he ever deserved after what you suffered because of him
Because of ... him
This must be his fault. This must be his actions catching up with him. This must be the fallout of all those rash deals, some forgotten deity must have run out of patience and come to collect
Of course this would happen. It would take a hundred lifetimes to sift through the pile of selfish bargains, of course he missed one, of course he failed to make up for his past deeds, of course ...
Of course an oversight like that would cost him you
But he's not going to let this go. You deserve better. He hauls you into his arms, ignoring the way he chokes at your dangling limbs, and rushes out of the inn and into the deep, deep woods beyond
He screams and cries and yells and threatens and pleads and begs until his voice falls silent and he can taste blood in his throat
He calls out to any angry being listening to tell him, tell him what this is in payment for, tell him what he can put on the bargaining table that would pay back the debt that demanded your soul
You wake up before he can do anything rash, but he squeezes you in his sleep now, as if to challenge any more soul thieves
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bakuliwrites · 1 year
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MC Falling Asleep on M6's Lap (Baewatch)
It's been a hot minute since I posted anything and, unfortunately, I don't have the brain power to do any new content. But I figured I would post a headcanon from my old blog. Someone had requested this a long time ago and I loved writing it. The idea was so cute! I love the Baewatch tale and the bonfire scene at the end is so fun. So, here you go! Also, updated my banners just to try out something new :)
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Asra is more than prepared for you to fall asleep on his lap. In fact, he can sense your exhaustion before even you can. He gives you a knowing smirk at your first yawn, leans back where he’s seated in the sand, and offers up his lap for you to lay your head in.
“I’m not sleepy,” you insist, crossing your arms indignantly. But his lap looks pretty inviting. Within minutes, you’re conked out, head cradled by Asra’s legs. He tenderly runs his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at your slumbering form.
When it’s time to leave, he gently rouses you from your sleep. “MC,” he whispers, carefully shifting you in his lap, “It’s time to go.” Groggily, you rise. Hand in hand, you and Asra walk the length of the beach, back to your room, where you get some much needed rest, snuggled up in his arms <3
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You’re already resting your head on Nadia’s lap when you feel the first twinge of exhaustion. Your eyes start to droop, though you try desperately to keep them open. You want to watch Julian’s magical fire display, but you’re just so tired.
Nadia discovers you’re asleep when she looks down to see if you’re enjoying yourself. She smiles to herself, moving a strand of your hair aside that’s fallen in front of your eyes. She thinks you look positively adorable. So adorable, in fact, she feels suddenly compelled to pinch your cheeks (but refrains, not wanting to rudely awaken you).
When it’s time to go, Nadia lays a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers your name. She guides you back to your room, holding you close and keeping you warm in the chilly night air. She makes sure you have everything you need before snuggling up beside you in bed<3
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You’re dazzled by the multicolored lights flashing before your eyes, changing with each powder Julian tosses into the fire. There’s so much joy floating around the campfire, you find yourself feeling utterly relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that you lay your head down in Julian’s lap and pass out.
Julian’s too busy showing off his magical powders to notice you’ve fallen asleep, at first. But when he finally does take notice, he makes sure to quiet down. He rubs small circles on your back, gazing thoughtfully down at your peaceful face. He’s glad to see you so restful.
When it’s time to go, he doesn’t bother to try waking you. Instead, he carefully lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your room. He’s so very gentle when he tucks you in, stealthily sliding into bed beside you and cuddling you close <3
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Portia practically pulls you into her lap when she notices you yawning. With a wink, she promises she’ll wake you up if anything crazy exciting happens. You smile up at her before falling asleep to the comforting sensation of her combing her fingers through your hair.
You’re knocked out for the remainder of the bonfire. Portia makes mental notes of all the things you’re missing, ready to regale you with all of the nonsense that occurred while you slept. She marvels over the fact that you could sleep through Lucio’s racket (though she did see your face twist in what could’ve been annoyance when he was being particularly loud). She was quick to quiet him down, shooting him a dirty look.
When it’s time to leave, Portia leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on, cuddle bug. It’s time to go.” She giggles as your eyes flutter open and you flash a quizzical look her way. She’s never called you “cuddle bug” before and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You can’t help but laugh a little as she guides you back to the room, ready to settle in for the night with you <3
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Muriel has been silent, as usual, the whole of the night. But you’ve caught him smiling a few times. He seems a bit mesmerized by the changing colors of the fire. Seeing him relaxed makes you feel even more relaxed than you already were. You lay your head down in Muriel’s lap, which startles him at first, and decide to close your eyes for a minute.
Well, a minute becomes a while. You’re lulled to sleep by Muriel’s warmth, the crackle of the fire, and the gentle rush of the waves. Muriel is rigid when he discovers you’ve fallen asleep on him. He doesn’t move a muscle the entire rest of the night, terrified to wake you up. In fact, he barely breathes in fear of rousing you (something you’ll laugh about later).
When it’s time to go, he awkwardly lifts you from the ground, cradling you gently in his arms. You wake up on the walk back to your room, but he keeps you snuggled up in his embrace. When you reach home, you fall asleep again, wrapped up in his arms <3
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In the brief moment that night when Lucio is actually sitting still, you manage to lay your head in his lap. “Don’t you go falling asleep on me, MC!” he teases, catching you yawning, “The night is young, yet!” You roll your eyes at him, settling further in. Secretly, he’s happy you’re cuddling up with him.
Despite Lucio’s hullabaloo, you manage to fall asleep. When he looks down to ask if you want anything else to eat or drink, he notices you’re passed out in his lap. A lot of things go through his mind, all at once. He has half a mind to draw a moustache on you, smiling devilishly at the thought. But he’s also just really delighted that you’re relaxed enough with him to fall asleep.
He lets you rest (though he’s not very good at keeping quiet for you and, in his excitement over the bonfire, he definitely bonks you in the head a couple times with his knee which is followed up by profuse apologies, smooches, and hushes for you to go back to sleep). When it’s time to go, he shakes you awake (a bit unceremoniously), but makes up for it when you return to your room by tucking you into bed and cuddling up beside you <3
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kvtexee · 9 days
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transfem Julian anyone?
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ultimafranfan · 1 year
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has this been done before
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pathetic-sapphic · 9 months
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You write for The Arcana right (・・。)ゞ
Could you do Asra, Julian, and Nadia reacting to teasing from an MC who’s more on the dominant side, and likes to take initiative?
And how will they are to give up control in the bedroom?
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ASRA
They love when you take initiative and show your dominant side. Asra is very sly and will act bratty if you're into that too. They will try to tease you back and act all smug but as soon as they're forced into a corner with your thigh between their legs, their face takes on such a lovely shade of red.
Always used to being the more affectionate and loving one, Asra's weak spot is undoubtedly you and the love you give him. If instead of being rough you take on a more soft and affectionate approach, he's taken aback. Start softly kissing all over his face while caressing his fluffy hair, worship his body and praise him. You can feel how his half of the heart is overflowing with love and want.
Has a hard time letting you take the initiative because they love pleasing you and making you feel good. You have to do your best to help them relax but a simple ''Be good and let me take care of you, baby.'' is enough to make Asra relax and let you use their body to your heart's content.
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JULIAN
Congrats, you two are perfect for each other! Might as well get married now and save everyone the embarrassment from having to witness the two of you being all over each other wherever you go.
Julian loves your dominant nature, we already know he is very submissive and flirty. He'll try to tease you first but it's game over as soon as you tease back. Your sultry voice and alluring look make him all hot under the collar and it's so endearing to you.
Loves having all your attention on him, he's so responsive and whiny that, frankly, it's adorable. Tries to be very good for you but his impatience makes it hard. Luckily, it's quite easy putting him in his place, a stern look or a light pinch to his hip should do the trick.
Very pliant and well-behaved, Julian loves following orders and worshipping you. He wants to hear you praise him and know that he's making you feel good. Isn't above initiating things while the two of you are in a public place, he craves the thrill of almost getting caught.
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NADIA
Nadia is a tougher nut to crack as she is used to being the one in control and the dominant one. It will take a while for her to get used to you taking the initiative and it's more like a battle for dominance. When people witness the two of you flirting and teasing one another, they think you're bantering because it just seems so competitive but in a good way.
Eventually, Nadia will grow more comfortable with your dominant display and will let you take care of her. She likes being worshipped and service so be prepared to give her lots and lots of attention. However, she will always return it to the best of her abilities. Might even be a bit naughty when she's making you feel good (she loves being a tease) but is quick to make up for it.
As a countess, she carries a lot of burden on her shoulders and appreciates a partner who is willing to help and lighten that burden. Make her feel so good she won't be able to worry about her duties or have any doubts of her role as the ruler of Vesuvia. Do it so that her mind is only filled with the thoughts of you and the way your body feels against hers. Life is a lot easier when Nadia has such an attentive and giving partner by her side. And she always make sure to be there for you too.
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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How the Arcana love interests would react to seeing someone flirting with their s/o?
Oooh! I do love me some protective badasses, or cinammon rolls, those are also great.
Pairing: Asra, Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Julian, Portia x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, marking, sharing clothes, bar fight, blood and injury, threats, protectiveness
A/N: Just thinking about this has me positively swooning.
ASRA
He's away a lot so when you're together he's a little clingy and smothers you with affection, even around others
Always has his familiars around just in case something happens but he's pretty good at keeping shady people away just because they think he himself is a little weird
On the occasion that someone does approach he likes to mess with them a little by making them see things
He'll never be violent, he doesn't need to be, all he needs is a little distraction and he's taking you by the hand and out of that situation
It's a little funny to see the person flirting with you be so suave and sure of themselves one moment and the be a fumbling, confused mess the next
NADIA
Only someone with a death wish would dare to flirt with you in Nadia's presence
It does happen but you're quick to show them the ring you're wearing, you're taken and you want nothing to do with them
If that doesn't work then Nadia is right by your side in a flash, wrapping and arm around your waist and kissing your forehead
She's keeping eye contact with the person who flirted with you all the while, asking if there's something they need help with
Her tone might be as sweet as honey but her eyes are as sharp as knives and just as cold as their blade, not to mention the small smile dancing in her lips as the person quickly scurries away into the crowd
LUCIO
Just like with Nadia, only an idiot would make a move on you in Lucio's presence, only the abundance of idiots seems to be far greater
Well Lucio does take you to taverns a lot so it's no wonder a little alcohol gives someone the courage to flirt
Like a shadow he appears behind them, one hand firm on their shoulder as he pushes them back and passed them by to give one well placed kiss mark on your neck
He turns to the people in the tavern with the smuggest smile possible and points at his hand holding yours
You swear you see his eyes flash as he asks if there's anyone else who would like to try and take his beloved away from him
MURIEL
Being the big, hulking mountain of a man that he is his presence alone is enough to ward off any trouble makers
Still people seem to think that he's not treating you right, that you could do better, that they can be better then Muriel to you
While he's not fond of staring fights he can certainly finish them if he notices that someone is making unwanted advances toward his lover
He could definitely break a few noses and bones if he's not careful but he just wants to give them a warning, a bloody face will do for now
He hates showing you this side of him but at the same time he wants to do everything he can to keep you safe, even tapping into parts of his darker, past self
JULIAN
Being the smug man that he is he shows you off and talks about how great you are to all of the people in the tavern
Naturally because of this other want to try out their luck with you, see why Julian is so smitten
They won't get far however, not with Julian taking your hand and kissing it right as they start flirting
He encourages you to sit in his lap so he can kiss you on the lips, show everyone that you're a couple that loves each other very, very much
If anyone needs any more demonstration after that they're either a pervert or want to get punched in the face
PORTIA
She is a cinnamon roll, but damn can she throw hands and words at people who make you uncomfortable
You wouldn't think it but she curses like a sailor when she's angry and she will put whoever thought could flirt with you into the ground with her words
You already said no, they should have respected that, now it's her turn to be a protective girlfriend
She's not above petty revenge either, what's a little something in their drink to make them feel like they have a splitting headache
You bet that she showers you with lots of kisses when you get home to make you forget all about the person who flirted with you
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pandemoniclucio · 10 days
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Julian: [Leaning over the counter] Hey beautiful, come here often?
MC: Is this the part where I remind you we’ve been married for 6 years or do I play along?
Julian: Play along!
MC: Alright. Sorry, I’m not interested, I’m married.
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vlgrlrd · 1 year
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the m e m e
pretty old one, but I still like it
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