– him cooking all your favorite meals, and your comfort food
– conversations over tea (because he’s very zen like that, y’all know)
– he’d be very protective of you, duh
– he’d praise and compliment you a lot, make you blush and all – back rubs!! head rubs!! aND C U D D L E S IN!!! BED!!!
– I feel like he would hold your chin and tilt your face up to him so he knows he has your undivided attention
– him teasing you, and teasing you (I trust you all know the difference that I’m pertaining to ;>)
– but one day you wake up and find him preparing to leave, and you feel hurt because this isn’t the first time he’s done this; now you have the chance to confront him about it
– you get out of bed and approach him silently, and he’s already dressed and packing his bag in swift and quiet movements, practised movements
– but he drops an apple in surprise when your voice cuts through the dimly lit receiving area of the shop, “Leaving again?” your eyes pierce through him, saying the words you didn’t let past your lips, “Without me? Without a proper goodbye?”
– he faces you and produces a small flame in the palm of his hand that floated to the nearest lantern, helping the both of you see each other clearly
– he looks sad but smiles at you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.”
– “I’d rather see you off, honestly. Waking up to an empty side of the bed hurts.” the more you talk, you take slow steps towards him and the more his expression mirrors the hurt on your own
– “I want more than that, I want to go with you.” he opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off, and his eyes widen in surprise for the second time now “Don’t say that it’s too dangerous for me, you’re going out there alone.”
– you’re right in front of him now and you take his hands in yours, “I want to be a part of it. Everything. Take me with you. Please.”
– it’s dead silent for a moment, and he looks down from your gaze and you hold in a breath, scared of what he will say
– but your eyes practically bulge out of your sockets when he mutters a single word, “Alright.”
– he chuckles at the look on your face, “Well, go on, pack the things you need.” he cocks an eyebrow at you when you don’t move and says your name, “Are you alright? Did you hear what I just said?”
– “I did,” you manage to find your words “I just didn’t expect it to be so easy, convincing you, I mean. You’ve been leaving like this for so long I thought…”
– he holds your chin so you face him, and you meet his gaze again “How could I say no? Especially when you’re this demanding.”
– this makes heat rise up to your cheeks and he smirks, you turn to fetch your things when he calls out “You’re coming with me, but you’re going to follow a few rules.”
– you turned your head to him so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash, “Rules?”
– he just smiles calmly at you, looking at you through his eyelashes “You’re never leaving my side. Understood?” you nod “It’s the world I don’t trust, not you.”
– you smile and go to him, happily sponging kisses from his cheek to the juncture of his shoulder and neck “Understood. Thank you.”
– he hums, wraps his arms arms around your waist and nips at your ear “Mhm, I should’ve thought of more rules for you to follow if you’re going to be this obedient.”
69. Following the Kiss with a Series of Kisses Down the Neck
“Haah, darling, wait-”
You cover Julian’s lips with yours, stopping his protests. For a moment he continues trying to speak into your mouth, but eventually he relaxes, melting into you with a sigh.
It’s probably not the best place to start making out – Julian being a wanted man and you supposedly leading the search for him, it would be decidedly bad to get caught locked in an intimate embrace with him in the middle of the palace garden. Yet here you are, pressed fully against him with your hands tangled in his hair and your tongue in his mouth.
Curse him for being so tempting.
He pants loudly when you pull away, a groan escaping as you trail kisses and nips down the line of his throat. He starts trying to say something again but all that comes out is a sharp cry, prompted by you biting down on a spot just below his ear.
You both freeze, looking at each other in horror in the silence that follows his outburst. Any prayers you toss up that no one happened to be near enough to hear him are ignored, as soon you detect the sound of footsteps hurrying in your direction. Shit.
Y/N had decided to visit their boyfriend, Julian, but once they reached the home he shared with Mazelinka they noticed the absence of both the homes occupants. After making their way to Julians bed so they could wait for his return they noticed a note clearly scrawled out in his nearly impossoble to read handwriting.
“Went to the market, wait for me dear.”
Pray tell how he always knows his s/o is going to visit.
“I wonder what he needed from the market?” They wondered aloud after setting the note back down.
“A gift. For a one of a kind person.” Y/N jumped in surprise at the voice behind them, spinning around to find themself face to face with the one and only Julian Devorak. “Happy birthday dear.” Jules held a small black box at eye level of his s/o.
“Oh Ilya, you shouldn’t have!” They gently slipped the box from his fingers and examined it.
“Open it.” The fugitive doctor encouraged as he leaned down to kiss the top of his s/o’s head. He watched with excitement in his eyes as Y/N carefully pulled the lid off the box to reveal the contents. It contained a silver chained necklace with Julian’s name on it. Before they could speak Jules motioned to the necklace around his neck that was tucked behind his shirt, he pulled it out and dropped it on his front so it could be seen. It was a matching silver chain although his read Y/N on it.
“I love it, Jules!” They burst with happiness as Julian helped them put on the necklace.
“Im really glad.” His lips curved in a soft smile as his s/o pulled him down by his shirt to kiss his lips passionately. “Now everyone knows youre mine.” He said before he kissed them once more.
“I love you, Ilya.”
“I love you more.”
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“God,” Julian whispers, exhaling the words out in a soft breath, trailing a finger down the valley of your chest to your stomach. He presses a kiss to your collarbone, lips moving to suck on the tender skin of your neck. “You’re so beautiful.”
You giggle softly at his words, the melodious sound echoing in the silence of the room. “You’ve said that a million times already, Julian,” you say, smiling softly at him.
Julian feels his heart melt under the sight of your smile. “Can I…?” he begins, softly breathing the words out. He’s never been used to initiate things, but he wants to do this—especially if it’s with you. He swallows, slightly nervous, as words slowly tumble out of his mouth. “I want to show you how beautiful you are.”
The smile on your lips is enough of an answer, and Julian doesn’t waste his time showering your body in soft, tender touches.
Julian would be the kind of guy to adore old fashioned gestures
Like MC linking their arm through his and him proudly stating how he’s escourting the love of his life around
Kiss on the cheek after dropping MC off for the night
Insisting on walking MC home no matter what because he doesn’t trust other people in the city
Dance lessons together with him taking any excuse to put his hand on their waist, positive reinforcement, chuckling when MC steps on his toes, resting his chin on the top of their head as MC lays their head on his chest
Ahhhh Julian
MC: Julian is too tall for me to kiss
Portia: Punch him in the stomach, then he’ll double over in pain!
Nadia: Or break his kneecaps!
Asra: Or both!
Julian: Or you could just ask me to bend down!
When I first started playing the game I thought Julian was a badboy and tbh that’s probably what he wants you to think but it’s also as far from the truth as it gets
he’s just the embodiment of “i heard you like bad boys…..well i’m bad at everything”
I imagine Julian saying he wouldn’t wish to have another dog after Brundle, but brightening up everytime a dog wags their tail at him. He would kneel down to pet and talk to the dog for a good while.
I imagine the apprentice deciding to give Julian a pupper. They have seen how happy Julian gets whenever he interacts with a dog, and it would a good way to, maybe, help Julian be less anxious.
I imagine the apprentice arriving home with a very small puppy in their arms, and Julian’s jaw dropping when he see them at the door.
“What did you—uh, is it staying with us?” He would ask, looking at the pup with arched brows, feeling a bit insecure by just the sight of it. “Of course, it has nowhere to stay other than here,” the apprentice would reply.
Julian would stay away from the pup, he would not even look at it directly. What if he gets too attached to it. That is, until they put it to sleep in a rushed blanket fort of a bed. The puppy starts whimpering, but the apprentice has been long gone into their slumber. Julian opens his eyes wide.
He would let the dog be, roll onto his side and close his eyes again. But the whimpering pulls his heartstrings and in no longer than a full minute, Julian would have gone get the puppy and put it in bed to sleep with them.
Next morning, the apprentice would look at the scene: Julian curled up protectively around the pupper, kind of stiff because, the apprentice would think, he wouldn’t want to crush the pup, but also he would look relaxed. The apprentince would smile. They knew this was a good idea.
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