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Nothing’s Changed
Trailer Park Boys
Julian x Fem!Reader
When you come back to Sunnyvale after almost a decade Julian can no longer hold his feelings back.
Warnings: foul language, smoking, drinking, SMUT, basic trailer park boys shit
(Wrote this just to satisfy my sleep paralysis demon - don’t expect it to get much love)
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Julian steps out of his trailer, the late morning sun casting a warm glow around him. A pensive expression rests on his face, his hand clutching a glass of liquid, clearly en route to somewhere. As he descends the porch steps, his gaze momentarily drifts towards you, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes, as he just then noticed your presence.
He speaks your name softly, the letters sounding like a familiar song he hasn’t sung in years. Julian's jaw drops for a second before he takes a couple of steps towards you. It's been so long after all.
“Julian!” You gasp with a wide smile and wrap your arms around his neck. As soon as you throw yourself into his arms, he hugs you tightly in return. He's stunned, not believing you're actually here in front of him. He pulls away just enough to get a good look at you, eyes roaming over you slowly. “Is it really you?”
“In the flesh.” He shakes his head in disbelief as he keeps a firm hold around your waist. “Damn.. how long has it been? Feels like forever.” You bite your lip counting up the years, “8 years.”
“Way too long.” He lets his hand slide down from your waist to take your hand in his, not wanting to let you go yet. “Damn, look at you. You haven't changed a bit.” You wave a hand at him. “Oh, hush. Look at you! Muscle man!”
Julian laughs, a full, deep, laugh. He shakes his head and playfully bumps your shoulder as he chuckles. “You always did know how to flatter a guy.” “Call it a talent, huh?”
“And just as feisty as I remember.” He grins at you. He didn't want to admit it, but he's feeling really damn happy seeing you again. Happy doesn't even seem like a strong enough word, honestly. He's practically ecstatic.
You smile at him before taking a look around. “This place has changed a lot. Looks good. Who owns the park now?” “It's a lot tamer than it used to be.” He follows your gaze, taking in the new trailers set up around the park. “I actually own it now.” You gasp at him. “Julian! That is amazing! Just what you always wanted. I’m so proud of you.”
Julian blushes a bit at your praise. Honestly, he wasn't expecting you to say that and it caught him off guard. He glances down at the ground, suddenly feeling a little awkward. Clearing his throat, he looks back up at you. “It wasn't easy. Had to fight pretty damn hard to get ownership.” You roll your eyes, “I can imagine.“
He grins crookedly. “Yeah. Took some bribes, had to rough up some guys.. same old song and dance, really. It was worth it in the end, though. I own the park now and we run a few legit businesses that keep us out of too much trouble. It was a lot of work, but I got the place cleaned up and now it's actually a decent place to live.”
Just then, gunshots go off. Instantly, a scowl appears on Julian's face and he grabs your wrist, pulling you behind his body quickly as protection. He whips around, looking to where the shots were coming from. “What the fuck?”
“Goddamnit, Ricky!” Julian hisses, “he just can't stay out of trouble!” He continues to hold your hand, practically dragging you along as he makes his way to Ricky's trailer.
When you arrive Ricky is yelling at Cory and Jacob. “You two idiots can’t let those fucking squirrels under the trailer!” Julian runs up to Ricky, yanking him around to look at him. “What is wrong with you, shooting off your damn gun like that?”
But Ricky just shoves it off. “I had to try and get these squirrels, Julian! They’re going to eat all the fucking weed and birth little baby squirrels, then the whole park will be overrun with those hash hating bastards!”
Julian rubs a hand down his face, exasperated at Ricky's stupidity already. “Christ, man. You can not just shoot your gun whenever you want, Ricky. We're supposed to be keeping a low profile.” You smirk and cross your arms, “and it looks like you all are doing a terrific job at that.”
Ricky looks to you and widens his eyes. “Holy shit! When’d you get back?” He pulls you in for a hug. “Just a few minutes ago actually. Got my mom's old trailer. Gonna fix it up.”
Julian rolls his eyes, Ricky, why are the squirrels a problem right now?” “They’re eating the hash! I saw its little ass run under the trailer. Cory and Jacob can’t even use a fucking net right. Hopeless idiots!” Ricky says frantically. Julian pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales slowly. He was a patient man but even he had a limit. “There are things called traps, Ricky. You could always try using one.”
Ricky rolls his eyes. “I got a 9-millimeter led trap right fucking here!” Julian runs a hand down his face and mutters, “Jesus Christ” under his breath. “Ricky, you can’t just shoot every problem you have.” He looks to Cory and Jacob and gives them a nod. “You two boys run along. Go find some shade to sit in.”
Cory and Jacob nod as they walk away,
Cory tripped over his own feet as they both eyed you up like love-struck idiots. Julian barely resists the urge to roll his eyes again. He’s caught the way they’re ogling you out of the corner of his eye, but he’s too focused on talking to Ricky to deal with that right now. “C’mon, let’s go inside Ricky.”
You three look at all the plants. Julian sighing as he counts the ones missing. “Damn it, Ricky.. How many plants have the opossums gotten now?” “4! that’s what’s I’m trying to tell you, Julian! We need someone to sleep here and catch them before they eat all my fucking hash!” “So put up a damn trap! Hell, put up a few! What do you want me to do??” Julian asks, frustrated.
You smile at the banter. Nothing has changed at all. You sniff one of the plants. “Damn Ricky. This smells good.” Julian gives you a slight smirk as you admire Ricky’s product. He’d missed that about you. Your laid back, no-bullshit attitude never failed to impress him.
“You guys wanna smoke some?” Ricky asks with pre rolled joint in his fingers. Julian glances over at you, considering for a split second before nodding. “You in, princess?” He asks, turning his attention to you. “I thought you’d never ask!”
Julian smiles at your response. He grabs the joint from Ricky and takes a lighter from his pocket. Placing the joint between your lips, he lights it for you. “Ladies first.” He can’t help but watch intently as you bring the joint to your mouth and inhale, his eyes on your lips. It was always a little mesmerizing to watch you smoke, something about your confidence and the fact he always loved watching your lips wrapped around the joint as you took a drag.
Julian snaps out of his little trance when Ricky’s questions you, “so, what are you doing back here, huh, Miss Hollywood?” His eyes go back up to your face and he listens intently. “Yeah, how long you staying?”
“Uh… long term.” You say quickly. You and your soon to be ex husband were in the mix of a very very very messy divorce and all you had left to your name right now was your moms old trailer lot, and whatever cash you had in that old get away purse you took before you left your husband.
Julian studies you intently, trying to read your thoughts on your face. You’d obviously left out the bits about your divorce and husband. He could tell that you weren’t planning on returning to wherever it is you live anytime soon. He knows better than to ask, though, at least right now. He takes the joint from you and takes a long hit, the smoke filling his lungs in a familiar way that helps him relax. “Well, I’m sure we can make some room for you here, then.” “I would appreciate it.” You smile. It felt nice to be home. Back to your roots.
Julian had absolutely thought about it. A lot. But he was always worried about messing up the friendship you had. He had seen too many other relationships of his end and he didn’t want to risk losing you. Plus, you had left and his feelings of abandonment had convinced him that you weren’t interested anyway. Now, though.. it’s like the floodgates are opening and he’s suddenly reminded of how much he’s missed you and how attracted to you he actually is.
“Since you’re back let’s have a barbecue. A little welcome home party for you.” Julian suggests. He knows how you get when you had a few drinks and he won’t lie, he’s excited at the thought of seeing you all loose and carefree again. Maybe even a little flirty. He glances over at Ricky to see what he thinks.
Julian smirks, knowing his friend will absolutely be on board with anything that involves free food and alcohol. “What do you think, Rick? Sound good?”
“Oh, fuck yeah. Let’s get fucked up!” He laughs and nods at him, knowing Ricky would have said yes no matter what because he just loves a good party, then looks back to you.* Sounds like we’ve got ourselves a get together then.
Julian is excited, and he can’t wait to have you around and a lot closer. This could end up being a pretty good night. “Anything you in the mood for? Beer, liquor, joints for days?” He grins at you as he asks the question, already knowing the likely answer. You look to him, “don’t think I’ve changed that much, Jules. Still the same trailer trash girl who’s always chasing your ass around.”
Julian laughs, your words and the smirk on your face sending a shiver down his spine. Damn, how’d he forget how sexy you are when you got all confident. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, princess.”
You effortlessly catch up with everyone, a smile on your face as Sarah and Lucy excitedly chat away, their words spilling out in a rush. Julian sits nearby, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he observes the scene between you and the girls, his gaze lingering with a sense of contentment. “After all these fucking years you still got that stupid look in your eyes.” Ricky says laughing.
Julian snaps his head to Ricky. “Shut up, man. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s clearly not doing a good job of denying the look because he can’t seem to take his eyes off you for more than two seconds. He huffs and takes a deep pull of the joint. He hated how well Ricky knew him sometimes. He couldn’t be any more obvious so what was the point in trying to deny it?
“Hush, Ricky, I think it’s beautiful.” Bubbles defends Julian’s gaze. Julian glances over at Bubbles with slight embarrassment. He knew the big man was always perceptive and picked up on these kinds of things easily. It was like he had a sixth sense for love. “Yeah, yeah.. Shut up, Bubs. Just enjoying having her back around, is all.”
Ricky smirks, “you think she’s gonna move that pussy husband up here?” Julian rolls his eyes. Of course Ricky would bring up your husband. “Don’t know what was thinking.” He says, feigning apathy. Honestly, he was hoping she was gonna get rid of the damn guy for good, but he wasn’t going to bring that up. Not yet anyway.
Bubbles huffs with a frown, “I hope not. He was mean. Kicked my kitties. Called me funny looking. Stupid son of a whore.” Julian nods in agreement. He definitely didn’t like the douchebag either. The thought of him kicking any of the cats pissed him off and he made a mental note to beat his ass if the guy ever stepped foot in the park again. “Damn right, bubbles. I don’t care for him either.” Julian remembers when he met him. Judging him right off the bat. Wouldn’t even shake his hand. Called him a drunk. You’d be better off without him.
Julian looks on with a slight smile as J Roc preforms an impromptu song he started up as soon as he found out you were back in town. The rest of the gang is hooting and jeering as J Roc raps and Julian shakes his head, finding the whole thing amusing. He turns his head and glances at you, catching you watching, clearly just as amused as he is.
Julian watches as you get pulled onto the stage, his eyes glued to you. The sight of you laughing and having fun like this makes his chest ache in the best way. Even after all these years you were still so damn gorgeous and carefree and the sound of your laughter has always been like music to his ears. He watches as you join T on the stage
“Now lemme hand dis shinzza over to one of the hottest bitches in the pack, ya know what ima sayin, HAA!” Julian rolls his eyes at the way the guys are all hollering and cat calling as they hand you the microphone. They’re basically drooling over you and the sight makes him more than a little possessive. He can’t tell if he’s more annoyed at the guys for acting like this or at you for looking so goddamn good right now.
You laugh into the microphone. “Wow, this is definitely the warm welcome I was wanting! It’s great to be back in Sunnyvale!” Julian can’t fight back a small smile as he watches you address the group. He always loved the way you never minded having all eyes on you. You were a show off but you backed it up every damn time and somehow you never failed to impress him. “Now I know we’re all wondering… why the fuck am I back?”
Julian can’t help but snicker at your question. He can tell by the look on your face that you plan on being dramatic here and he’s here for it. All eyes are on you now as everyone waits for your next words, including his. “Well,” you flash the shiny diamond on your finger. “I am getting divorced!” You slip the ring off and shove it into your pocket. “Fuck that mother fucker!”
There’s a loud round of cheers as you announce the divorce. Julian can’t help but smirk at the way you threw the ring into your pocket. Not even a shred of sadness or regret on your face. He was so goddamn glad to have you back here.
Ricky slaps Julian on the shoulder. “There you go, buddy,” Ricky snickers. Julian glances at Ricky and smirks, deciding to keep up his act of feigned indifference for now. “Yeah, yeah.. Shut up, Rick.”
Julian turns his eyes back to you as Ricky walks away, focusing in just as you start to speak again. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you if he tried. Not when you were like this. He just wanted to take you and lock you up in his trailer so he could have you to himself, but no one else is giving away any hints that they’ve noticed his obvious attraction.
You gracefully make your way off the stage, your spirits high after a great performance. As you approach Julian, he offers you the joint pinched between his fingers. Silently, you take a seat beside him and accept the joint, inhaling deeply and letting the familiar smoke fill your lungs.
He’s so close he could probably smell whatever damn lip gloss you were rocking. Julian's eyes are trained on you as he broaches the topic that's been looming. "How come you didn't mention that you and the pretty boy were separated?" His voice is cool and collected, but a hint of curiosity hangs in the air.
Julian keeps his face carefully neutral and takes another hit of the joint, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling. Part of him wanted to be honest with you and part of him wanted to make a snarky comment, but he does neither.
You wave your hand in a dismissive manner, “oh, we just decided to go our separate ways. It was mutual. Very civil.” You hate to lie but the truth would cause a whole lot more damage.
Julian’s eyebrows raised in disbelief at your choice of words. He didn’t buy that for a second, but he decides to keep his suspicions to himself for now. He passes you the joint again as he tries to think of a response. “Yeah, because a mutual and civil separation is a completely logical reason for a freshly separated woman to come and crash at her old trailer park and throw her wedding ring away.”
“I didn’t throw it away. I’ve got it in my pocket. Going to pawn it tomorrow morning.” Julian snorts softly and glances at you. The visual of you tossing the expensive ring into your pocket so flippantly is playing in his mind. You were clearly in a mood right now and he’d be lying if he said you weren’t sexy as hell like this. “Oh, yeah? Gonna spend all the money on booze? Typical.” “No, I’m not Ricky.” You sit back in your chair smoking the joint. “Just want to get rid of it is all.”
Julian watches as you take another hit and he wonders what’s going through your mind right now. He could sense the subtle hint of something going on under the surface but he wasn’t sure if it would be polite (or smart) to ask. Instead, he focuses on a different aspect of your comment. “Ricky would have hocked that ring and spent the money in like 10 minutes flat.” You agree, “on the dumbest shit he could find.”
As it gets later and the party really gets going, you get more and more drunk, and Julian is loving it. You’ve always let down more of your guard when you were intoxicated and he was loving this side of you. You were still the perfect blend of sexy and funny and you were getting clingier by the second. It was taking everything in him right to not get up and go find Ricky and throw his ass out for the night so he could have you all alone.
“I’ve missed this,” your head settles against his shoulder. You were definitely drunk if you were this clingy and he was enjoying it so much that he couldn’t even be bothered to stop himself from putting an arm around you to pull you closer. “You missed what, princess? The booze and shitty weed?” There was more to it than that, of course. You laugh. “Definitely missed the shitty weed. Just has that special taste to it, you know?”
He chuckled softly. This wasn’t even decent weed. This was straight up rag weed. But in true trailer park style, you could make anything fun. He pulls you even closer, using the excuse of needing to reach for the joint as his reason. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”
The wind is cold, but the combination of alcohol and having you basically in his lap is making Julian feel warm enough to ignore it. He wraps his other arm around you, trapping you against his body. A sense of possessiveness is slowly starting to take over and he can’t fight it anymore. You were his and only his and he’d kick anyone’s ass for even looking at you right now.
You down your final drink and place the jar down. “Well, fellas, laddie friends, I am off to bed.” Julian frowns slightly as you pull away from him and start to get up. The warmth and weight of your body against his was something he craved and he didn’t want to let go. He was about to speak up and keep you here with him where you belonged when Ricky beat him to the punch. Ricky states, “Aw, come on, you’re totally pooping the party. Stay a while. The fuck you need to get up for in the morning?”
Julian nods, silently agreeing with Ricky. You weren’t sleeping in that goddamn shitty little trailer of yours. Not while he was here. But he doesn’t push it. He lets go of you and waits to see what you say.
Julian is glad to see that you didn’t take a lot of convincing. He knew you weren’t as willing to give in when you were sober, but drunk you was an entirely different beast. He knew you’d give in and stay. “Fuck, guys you’re making me make bad choices again.”
Julian smirks and pulls you down onto the chair with him, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you there. He’s acting on pure instinct and possessiveness at this point and he doesn’t even care. “You never did make good choices in the first place.” Grateful for the darkness, relieved for the rosy hue that has spread across your cheeks. Despite your efforts to remain composed, a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty has managed to surface, tinting your face with a soft shade of pink.
Julian tried to move on. He really did. But no other woman compared to you. He’d tried everything to forget about you, but no matter what, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Now that you were here again, in his lap, looking the most breathtaking you’d ever looked, it was like all the years apart had disappeared. Nothing had changed. You were his and his alone, and he’d be dammed if he was ever going to let you go again.
Ricky decided to take a jab at your ex, “yeah like that asshole you shipped off with. Not your best decision.” Julian feels a pang of possessive anger as Ricky mentions your ex. The last thing he wanted was to hear another word about that douchebag, especially not right now when he had you in his lap. He tightens his grip on you slightly, pulling you closer.
You roll your eyes, your hand going to the back of Julian’s neck and toying with his hair. “Ugh, don’t mention him right now. You’ll kill the mood.” Julian can’t help but feel a little smug at you automatically reaching up and playing with his hair. You’d always loved doing that to him, and he couldn’t deny how nice it felt. He looks down at you, his eyes darkened with desire as he watches your fingers trailing through his hair, and his grip on you tightens even more. “Yeah, Rick. No one wants to hear about that bastard right now.”
As you play with his hair, brushing and tugging on it, Julian starts to let his hands wander. He wants to touch you everywhere he can, to keep you on his lap and never let you leave. His fingers move up and down your thighs, tracing random patterns into your skin, and he’s fighting back every urge to keep his hands from wandering further. He tilts his head down and buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You smell of booze, perfume, and him - at least, the way he wants you to. He starts peppering light kisses along your skin, moving down to your collarbone and pressing a more firm kiss there before moving back to your neck.
You pull away and look down at him. “I… I should really get going. I’ve got to unload all my shit tomorrow.” Julian can’t stop the small growl that escapes his lips as you say that. The last thing he wanted was for you to go anywhere right now - especially not back to that shitty trailer of yours. He looks up at you, his eyes darkened and filled with something almost feral, as he responds firmly. “No. You’re not going anywhere.” The possessive way with which he grabs your hip and keeps you firmly in his lap, tells you that he’s not going to just let you go without a fight. You were his and he was going to prove it to you no matter what. You think he’s going to let you leave after being away for nearly eight years? No way in hell.
Julian’s eyes stay fixed on your face as he watches your reaction. He can see that hint of a smile and it just fuels the possessive feeling even more. You’re sitting in his lap. Touching him. Smiling at his words. You clearly haven’t forgotten the way things used to be between the two of you and that gives him a sense of hope. Maybe there was a second chance in all of this, if he played his cards right.
He tightens his grip on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, and brings his other hand up to rest on your cheek. He looks up at you, his eyes darkened with desire, and he can’t help the words that start spilling from his lips. “You’re not leaving here tonight. You’re coming home with me.”
“Julian, no. I’ve got my mom’s trailer. It’s okay.” Julian lets out a low, frustrated growl as you protest to his words, his grip on you tightening even more to the point that it’s bordering on painful. “I said no. You’re not sleeping in that goddamn trailer. Thing doesn’t even have heat or AC right now. You’re coming home with me tonight.” You lean into him. “Fine. Since you’re the boss.”
Julian finally allows his grip to loosen slightly as you lean into him. He’s relieved that you gave in so quickly. He didn't want to have to fight you too hard on this. He lifts his hand up and starts threading his fingers through your hair, watching you with darkened eyes. “You’re damn right I’m the boss.” He keeps caressing your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He’s starting to want to get out of here and bring you to his trailer now. He wants you to himself, but he knows he’s going to have to wait until everyone else starts going to bed. He doesn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention.
But that wasn’t long. Everyone started filing out and going home to their trailer. Ricky stands with Lucy’s hand in his. “Well, I’ll see you fucks tomorrow. Lucy and I are going to bang.” You laugh and wave them off. Julian rolls his eyes as Ricky makes his departure, Lucy in tow. He couldn't care less what those two were going to be doing. His only focus was on you right now. He looks over at you as you wave them off, feeling more and more impatient to get you to his trailer so he could have you alone.
“Let’s go too. I’m getting a little cold.” You say as you rub the exposed skin on your arms. Julian gives a sharp nod in agreement, already starting to push you up from the chair and onto your feet. As soon as you’re standing, he’s up after you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into his side. You are cold. Come on, princess. Let’s get you back to my trailer where it’s warm.
“Oh, wait.” You stop at your car, openinf the back, and bend over to retrieve your bag. Julian’s attention was immediately drawn to the way the position causes your shorts to ride up. He has to force himself to look away before he gets too distracted.
You stand up straight, now with a black duffel bag swinging at your thigh. “Lead the way, Jules.” Julian grabs your free hand and starts to lead you towards his trailer, his thoughts still somewhat distracting him from the walk. He was having a hard time just being able to walk in a straight line without the need to touch you, caress you, and keep you close.
As youstep into the trailer, your gaze sweeps over the eclectic decor. The scent of a mixture of bourbon and cigarettes fill the air, mingling with the faint strains of classic rock music playing in the background. The walls, lined with faded photographs and vintage album covers, give the trailer a rugged and lived-in atmosphere. Everything has a well-worn yet charming quality to it, reflecting Julian's laid-back personality.
Julian closes the trailer door behind the two of you before taking your bag off your shoulder and tossing it next to his couch, making his way to the sofa and taking a seat. He pats the spot next to him, silently ordering you to come sit down.
As you take a seat, Julian can’t help but look at you sitting there. Seeing you here, in his space after so many years, stirred up a mixture of nostalgia and desire in him. His eyes roam up and down your body, taking in every curve and contour. He couldn’t take it anymore - he needed to touch you now.
With a fluid movement, Julian sets down his glass, the air crackling with tension between you two. His eyes never leave your gaze. His voice is soft but firm as he speaks, his restraint slowly crumbling. "You have no idea how much I've missed you, babe."
As the term "babe" rolls off Julian's tongue, it ignites a familiar flame within you. You are transported back in time, reminded of the days of youthful infatuation and the countless favors you had done for him. There is a tinge of sorrow in your heart as you reminisce about what could have been. "Sometimes," you say softly, your voice laced with both longing and regret, "I wish I had married you instead."
Julian's eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your admission. He had always wondered what might have been, and your confession fuels the spark of possibility in his heart. Closing the last bit of distance between you two, he cups your chin gently, his touch surprisingly tender.
The distance between your faces shrinks to mere inches as Julian closes in, his breath hot against your skin. His words, whispered like a secret, make your heart race even faster. "Always wanted to kiss you," he confesses, his gaze locked onto your lips with a fierce intensity.
The distance between your faces shrinks to mere inches as Julian closes in, his breath hot against your skin. His words, whispered like a secret, make your heart race even faster. "Always wanted to kiss you," he confesses, his gaze locked onto your lips with a fierce intensity.
The air is thick with desire as you lean closer, your voice laced with playful tease. "Try it, you might like it," you say, daring him to take the leap. Julian's eyes darken with want, his breath hitching as he responds. "Oh, I know I'll like it." And with that, his lips meet yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss.
Electricity crackles through your body as Julian's lips capture yours. The kiss is tentative at first, almost as if he's savoring the moment, but as soon as his tongue flicks against yours, it becomes more intense. One of his hands cups the back of your head, pulling you closer, while the other slips around your waist, pressing you firmly against him.
With a controlled grace, Julian guides you down onto the worn couch, the old cushions sinking beneath your weight. He positions himself between your legs, his body pressing into yours, as he continues to kiss you with a growing hunger. His hands roam over your body, exploring every contour, like a man possessed.
Julian pauses for a moment, pulling away from your lips just enough to speak, his voice hoarse with desire and confession. "I've wanted you forever," he repeats, his eyes searching yours, as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. The words hang in the air, filled with the weight of all the years of unacknowledged desire between you two. You wrap your arms around his neck, “then stop wasting your time, Swazey.”
A small laugh escapes Julian's lips at your attempt to lighten the moment. He grins down at you, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of affection and teasing. "Stop wasting my time, huh?" he echoes, his voice dripping with faux incredulity. "Fine, then." With that, he swoops back down to claim your lips once again, this time with a renewed fervor. "No more wasted time," he murmurs against your mouth.
He pushed forward slightly and laid you down on the worn couch, the springs creaking beneath your weight as he loomed over you, his eyes dark with desire.
"You're still legally married, aren't you?" Julian growled, his voice rough with want. You nodded, your nerves building. “But, we don’t have to if you don’t-“ Julian cuts you off with another kiss. “Oh fuck no. I hate that motherfucker. Just wanted to make sure I can tell him I banged his wife.”
Julian's hands slid under your shirt, his fingertips tracing the lace of your bra. He deftly unhooked your bra, his mouth descending to capture one hardened nipple between his lips as he pulls your shirt up. He sucked and teased, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his hand traveled further down, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts.
You arched off the couch, your back bowing as Julian's skilled fingers found your wetness, stroking you through the thin fabric of your panties. "Oh God, Julian," you panted, your head thrashing from side to side. You’ve never known such want and desire. "I need you inside me. Now."
With a swift motion, Julian tore at your shorts, ridding you of the remaining barriers between the two of you. He kicked off his own pants, his thick cock springing free, already glistening with pre-cum. He positioned himself between your thighs, his tip nudging at your entrance.
"Please," you begged, your hands gripping his shoulders. "Fuck me, Julian. I want to feel you."
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within you, pussy clenching around him, hot and tight. Julian groaned, his eyes rolling back as he began to move, setting a relentless pace. He pounded into you, his hips slamming against yours, the couch creaking with each savage stroke.
"You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his hands gripping your thighs, leaving red marks on the skin. "I've dreamed of this pussy for years."
You cried out, orgasm building swiftly as Julian hit all the right spots, his cock seemingly designed to pleasure. "I'm close," you whimpered, your nails digging into his back. "Don't stop, Julian. You’re gonna make me come." He obliged, quickening his pace with each thrust. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice hoarse with lust. "Come all over my cock."
As if on cue, your body shattered, waves of pleasure rippling through. You screamed his name, pussy clamping down on his cock, milking him as your juices flowed. Julian thrust through your orgasm, his own climax building to a fever pitch.
"Fuck, yeah," he grunted, his eyes locked on yours as he emptied his load deep inside you, his cock pulsing with each spurt of hot cum.
You both lay entangled on the couch, hearts pounding and bodies glistening with sweat. Julian brushed the hair from your face, his expression softening as he gazed down at you. "I've wanted you for so long. I hope this isn't just a one-time thing."
You smiled, eyes sparkling with mischief once more. "I'm not leaving Sunnyvale anytime soon." You kissed him once more, tongues tangling in a promise of more to come, Julian knew that this time, he would do whatever it took to keep her in his life, and in his bed.
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I know you've been in your Julian phase for the last couple weeks, so tell us what your ideal date with him would be. Let's say, he's supposed to wine and dine you, but it ends up being you taking care of him, cause that man deserves to be spoiled.
Oh gosh, I’m not sure, but I’ll give it a try. I feel like I’ve been doing a character study for weeks and I still don’t know the answer of what he’d like cause he’s always down to pleasing other people rather than himself. There’s this flashback when Fishelle (that’s her new nickname) wakes him up, brings him this horrible shirt and takes him to the pier, and it’s really subtle, but he says — you sure you don’t wanna stay here? — So I’m drawing inspiration from that.
How would I spoil Julian??
I think he’s had entertainment for a lifetime, and he’d enjoy something as simple as having a cozy dinner at home. I’d pick something easy to prepare, cause I’m not a great cook. What it’d start with me cooking for him actually would turn into us cooking together cause he can’t just sit down and relax for a minute and Julian loves cooking, especially if it’s with someone. I’d love to watch a movie with him after dinner, maybe a classic like Casablanca, something I’ve seen recently, and I think he’d love that one. Afterward, I’d draw him a bath salts and light the bathroom with candles. I'd wash his hair and just soak with him until the water turns cold. Then, I’d have him lay on the bed, so I can give him a nice massage and pepper his whole back with kisses right after.
That’s all I got, sorry. You know I'm not in the best writing mood, so I leave it up to you to imagine what happens after 😏
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hug! that! captain!
#bbc ghosts#ghosts bbc#this is the type of thing that wouldve been too cheesy for the tv show but is so lovely to imagine lol#get hugged jimmy boy#julian is sort of hug adjacent because i don’t think hes much of a hugger. well and hugging him is a bit awkward#yes the star is mary#fanny putting her hand on his arm/back fucking killed me though. if he got a hug from anyone i wouldve been obliterated#cap and kitty hug in the christmas special please please please pretty please#ik humphrey was whole in the coming out scene but i cannot be bothered to fit his giant ass outfit in there. sorry king
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ever seen these people?
idk they seem familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it...
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jokes aside I've been wanting to do this for a loooong time! I can't believe it's finally done.
below you will see the updated state headcanons that I reviewed with my friends from other states. 🇧🇷
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also sorry for the multiple watermarks, but that's just the way it is nowadays.
if you haven't seen it before, here is the whole list of headcanons I managed to write for this AU. they're probably mostly outdated but it might be a nice read. 🤠🇧🇷
#it took me FOUR DAYS to finish#but that's because I'm stupid. anyway hope y'all like it!!!!#edit: i only just now noticed I forgot Nadia's hoop earrings. just imagine they're there pls#the arcana#the arcana game#the arcana fanart#muriel of the kokhuri#count lucio#julian devorak#portia devorak#nadia satrinava#asra alnazar#the arcana au#the arcana headcanon#the arcana headcanons#the arcana brazilian au
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idk i'd never paid much attention to past prologue aside from the opener but it's so fucking funny bc of the context it gives for everything else?? like okay garak cruises julian at the replimat (with unclear success), then gets approached by the sisters and says "shit, i need backup. who can i trust to be chill about black market dealing, yet honest enough to report it if necessary? ah yes the doctor will do nicely" ............aaand then julian flubs it so bad that garak immediately starts a book club called Espionage For Dummies. he says julian you are a baby bird. a tiny kitten. a helpless puppy all alone in a cutthroat world. you must open your eyes and learn to forage or you will never survive the winter and julian says okay ���� yayy 💖 and by god they hold that book club every fucking tuesday for the next 5 to 7 years? only interrupted when there's an actual war on? the professional outrage was THAT strong
#imagine flirting with someone and finding out how little they know about your phd#and getting SO offended that you arrange to meet them for lunch every week for the foreseeable future#for the sole purpose of educating them on the subject#and then they go and make a dating sim based on it! and it's wrong!!!!!!!#girl id be pissed too#elim garak#julian bashir#garashir#ds9#star trek#past prologue#garak#jimothy watches ds9
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Fun-Sized HCs: M6 walking in on MC hugging a pillow in their sleep
Asra: “IT SHOULD’VE BEEN MEEEEEE”, sobbing at the doorway before promptly spooning you. Honestly, Azz probably does the same thing too. It just hits different seeing you do it now that they know you might be imagining it’s him. 💕
Julian: Flustered for a moment before clasping his hands and watching you. Debates whether to leave you to rest and pester you about it later or join you. Do this when he’s very deprived of sleep and he might just give in!
Portia: Zero hesitation to remove the pillow and replace it with herself. Does so very carefully, as excited as she is. She’s so warm, you might not notice even if you’re a light sleeper. Teases you about it later.
Nadia: She’s used to being out and about, so she opens the door to her chambers secretly hoping to see you like this every time. It warms her little romantic heart! Starts spritzing a bit of her perfume on the pillowcases when you aren’t looking.
Muriel: As if you weren’t already beaming with cuteness… Fighting the urge to nap next to you in fear that he might wake you. He catches himself staring and goes to occupy himself until you’re awake. Is way more inclined to give you hugs now. 🥰
Lucio: Covers his mouth and hunches over the mantle, trying not to squeal. Gently gives you a kiss on the cheek either holds you or removes the pillow and snuggles into your arms. He claims he can’t do magic, but the pillow has disappeared after that…
#the arcana game#lucio morgasson#lucio the arcana#lucio montag#the arcana muriel#muriel of the kokhuri#the arcana hc#nadia satrinava#asra alnazar#the arcana headcanons#the arcana lucio#nadia the arcana#asra the arcana#the arcana nadia#the arcana julian#the arcana mc#the arcana x mc#the arcana x reader#count lucio#asra the magician#ilya devorak#pasha devorak#the arcana imagines
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now that i've read your sub julien fic i need a lil thirst for him to DOMINATE u in bed
I like to imagine him fuckin u in front of the mirror all messy <3 sorry but i cant act normal after his spread came out i love himm
──── 𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐊𝐄𝐘 : julien loki
content: gn!reader, dom julien + mirror sex, lots of praise and sweet talk, multiple orgasms, mind-break(?) a few generic french terms of affection. a/n: literally never passing up a chance to write for a dark-skinned poc lmaoo thank you for sending this in nonnie!
sometimes, you think julien is so fucking agonizing. but in the best way — if that makes sense.
he's got those gentle eyes, that low-voiced hum, those firm hands. all the right words and all the best moves. he hypnotizes you so easily, like he's a magician and you're a pretty little pet he's picked out from his audience.
he could bite right into you, and you wouldn't even know it. because he'd be murmuring soft, sweet nothings into your skin the entire time, and the tone of his voice is enough to tip you into a daze — you'd let him do anything he wanted.
like you're doing right now.
julien has one hand wrapped around your throat, like a pretty bow-tie that's just a little too tight. his other hand squeezes at your chest, holding your body pressed firmly to his, coaxing little whines out of you with feather-light, teasing brushes of his fingertips at your sensitive nipples. you're sat in his lap, bouncing like a bobble-headed doll while he fucks up into you.
"look, chéri," he nods to the full length mirror propped up by the bed, facing your bodies. he holds your throat a little tighter, kissing the side of your neck gently as he groans with you. "lovely."
you know he doesn't even mind if you don't look, knowing that by this point you're too high on the pleasure he's giving you to respond properly — but your eyes flit to the reflection waiting before you anyway, as obedient as ever for him.
julien sits at the edge of the bed, you in his lap with your legs spread nice and wide so he can watch the way his cock slides in and out of your messy hole. both your bodies glow with a sheen of sweat, and if you look close enough, you can see tear streaks lining your face. "j—julien," you whine. "'m close. getting close."
"yeah? gonna cum for me again?" he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to your neck. "so easy tonight."
he says that, but that's only because he's gentle with his words. magician's silver tongue. the way he's fucking you has you out of your mind — he's the one that's got you ragdoll-limp in his arms, and he's teasing you, calling you easy. "mh— julien."
your moan is sweet, but julien doesn't sound impressed when he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "ah, shhh. use your words, love."
the pace of his cock in and out of you doesn't relent, and you're only able to let out another moan in response. his hand slips down from your chest to the space between your legs anyway, touching you just the way you like it.
"hhn, please. nearly there." you let out, and his fingers press just slightly harder, pushing you to the edge immediately. he'd tell you to hold the orgasm and wait till he allows you to cum, but he knows you're past that point. there's no playing with you anymore, fucked out and dumb on his cock.
so he pulls the high out of you like a man at a magic show with a top hat and a wand, letting go of your throat so he can press at your chest and whisper in your ear to breathe deeper and slower, knowing the orgasm lasts so much longer when you're relaxed and dozey. "there you go, mon trésor... so good for me."
his voice comes out just slightly cracked, feeling you flutter around him, tight and warm and wet. you're really so damn good.
"you can take some more, can't you?" he hums, finally bringing his hand back up, cupping your face and turning your lips to him for a kiss. "make me feel good?"
"mmm," you nod, and julien knows you're doing it mindlessly. he sees the tears in your eyes, the blank look in them. he lets out a little laugh, grabbing your hips to adjust your body. he knows you're all his for the taking. as long as he keeps giving you kisses and talking to you sweetly, you'd let him do anything.
"alright, baby." he feels his cock twitch within you, ready to empty another load inside. his grip on your body tightens once more, turning you towards the mirror. "eye-contact with yourself while i fuck you, now. good."
#₊˚ପ⊹ REKHA™.#₊˚ପ⊹ NYCHTA.#i thought i was so smart with that title lmfao#NONNIE I KNOW I'M WEEKS LATE BUT I HOPE YOU SEE THIS :(#julien loki x reader#julien x reader#julian x reader#julian loki x reader#blue lock x reader#blue lock smut#bllk x reader#bllk smut#julien smut#julien loki smut#julian smut#julian loki smut#blue lock x you#blue lock headcanons#blue lock scenarios#blue lock imagines
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got him off-balance!
#my art#ds9#star trek deep space nine#julian bashir#elim garak#garashir#watercolor#image desc in alt text#i normally post on mondays but. today im breaking my pattern! getting a little silly. getting a little wild. garashir jumpscare#“tumblr user chitinleg garak would neot easily let himself be swooped off his feet into a hug like that” yes i know BUT!#look at his expression. look at how his arms r pinned. he didnt let this happen LMAO julian just surprised him. grabby huggy human behavior#if you look really closely you can see the tiniest frown in the world on Garak's face. because he's like “EEP !”#cant see bashirs face at all in this only his body but i think we can all imagine that whatevers going thru his head. he needs this hug bad#ALSO. for anyone wondering what the fucked up shadow is that starts at the juncture of the teal sleeve-cap where its set into the armhole#the jumpsuits have a bit of a fold of extra fabric (called an Action Pleat) there which allows for a little more maneuverability of the bod#AND creates a really sleek and flat back panel#because you can see the fabric twists along the side arent grabbing the flat back fabric theyre grabbing the fabric folded beneath it#often times i think about drawing out a dissection of kiras first uniform and this voy era one for other artists to use. bc god knows#i struggled at first to find full body references#they like to shoot ds9 very close to peoples heads. and the camera is so blurry. they smeared butter on that thing. god bless
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One of the things that most stuck with me is Bunny's nails having dirt under them when they find his body. Not only because the image of him desperately trying to claw at anything he could find not to fall down is very raw – but also because it means it really wasn't as immediate as I thought at first. It was fast but he absolutely did have enough time to think 'he's pushed me down I'm falling I'm going to die'. He didn't die painlessly on the spot but rolled all the way down the ravine bumping into rocks, bushes and everything else fully aware of what was happening and doing everything he could to stop it, and then eventually hit the ground.
#and then he spent 10 whole days buried in the snow so just.... imagine the state he was in when they pulled him out#also reading his letter to julian we learn that bunny had the feeling they wanted to murder him#so i'm sure he KNEW from the moment he saw them at the ravine#happy bunny corcoran month#tsh#the secret history#bunny corcoran#🌻
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★ . . . 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐉𝐀𝟏𝟗
summary , everybody thought you and charles were a thing turns out your fathers international teammate has something to say about that
pairing , julian alvarez x fem! messi! ferrari! f1 driver! reader
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you and charles are such a cute couple
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are you guys dating?
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is charles you bf?
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what does your dad think about you dating charles?
nothing cuz we aren't dating
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hola bby
don't know why he is smiling at you like that
cuz I'm the one who left those hickies on your neck not him
baby you know we are just friends right 😭
yes but still....
you are still coming to the fa cup match right???
ofc bby
I'm legit getting on the flight rn
I wouldn't miss it for the world
text me when you land I'll come and pick you up
okay baby
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stimming by holding his face in my hands and tracing his eyebrows and his cheekbones and his jawline
stimming by pressing my face against his, or against his hair or his hands
stimming by following the paths of bones and veins in his arms with my fingers and eyes
#﹒★ 𝙟𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 🥀 ﹗彡#this is mostly about julian#with his perfect bone structure and tall lanky self#self shipping#yumeship#self ship community#fictional other#oc x canon#f/o#selfshipping#yumejoshi#yumedanshi#romantic f/o#f/o imagines#f/os
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there are many neat reptilian characteristics that one can give Cardassians. I've seen shedding scales, tails and claws, scent marking, and people making them ectothermic.
but consider:
Color changing ridges. Just for funsies. We already tend to headcanon that the ridges and spoons (chula, if you prefer) turn blue when aroused, mimicking the make up they wear in canon, but it would be a bit interesting if the ridges were Fully color changing, a la chameleons. Especially if they changed color based on emotions.
Because their culture is very focused on the Good of the State, it would probably be taboo to have your emotions plainly visible (too much risk of your colors giving away the fact that you aren't 100% content blindly serving the state). I think it would be typical to wear make up to cover up the color changing scales, or to wear paint in 'positive' colors.
Soldiers and the Obsidian Order might even find a way to chemically neutralize the color changing, either temporarily or permanently - it could be far too much of a liability, if someone got captured and interrogated.
Most non-Cardassians would be entirely unaware that this was a normal part of Cardassian physiology. Novels might have oblique references to the colors when describing emotions, but any book that spoke too clearly of them would be almost sure to get banned. Bashir would be slowly taking notes about which colors in novels seemed to correspond to which emotions, but he'd have no idea that it was because Cardassians could Literally Turn Those Colors. He'd just assume their color theory was different, and that they were Really into color metaphors for some reason.
Could be interesting to explore the cultural implications and see what kinds of new mischief happens on the station due to it.
#really I'm half just imagining Garak (who suddenly and unexpectedly is changing colors again) running around#and finding increasingly convoluted ways to disguise or explain away why his ridges are oddly orange.#maybe he has to bargain with Quark to get his claws on effective make up to cover it up.#or maybe he's like “this won't be a problem. I'm good at not having emotions” only to realize that he is NOT good at not having emotions#he has one (1) lunch with Bashir and has to leave 5 minutes in because he's lighting up like a christmas tree and it's too exposing#just various shenanigans. you get it.#ds9#deep space nine#star trek deep space nine#star trek ds9#cardassians#garak#julian bashir#ds9 garak#garashir#speculative biology#actually when i first considered this idea it was because i was thinking of garak hearing about bashir's 'death' in armageddon game#i figure garak Would grieve but would also pretend as though he was entirely unaffected. so i was like. well. what if he COULDN'T pretend?#what if his emotions on the matter were exposed against his will?#if nothing else it might force those who saw to come to terms with garak's humanity (you know what i mean) a little sooner than normal#before even garak himself has come to terms with it.
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#that would have solved so many problems#imagine if Matthew or Alastair had had therapy#or Will or Jace#and Tatiana#OR JULIAN#tsc#tda#tlh#matthew fairchild#alastair carstairs#jace herondale#will herondale#julian blackthorn#the infernal devices
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Relief (Blade x gn!reader)
@genshin-obsessed so I heard u like Blade 👀
Summary: After being cursed with immortality by the Abundance, you joined the Stellaron Hunters as a doctor. Today, your most stubborn patient finally comes to you for help. Words: 835 Warnings: reader is implied to be shorter than Blade & can be held in his lap (but our Bladie is a strong boy so he can hold anybody uwu)
You muttered to yourself as you walked around your office, organizing your medicines and checking equipment. As the only doctor in service of the Stellaron Hunters, it was important for you to keep everything in tip-top shape in case of emergencies. Although Elio usually told you in advance if a mission would be particularly bloody, there was always the possibility he would withhold one of his predictions. You couldn’t get complacent.
Despite your regular interactions with the other Stellaron Hunters, you felt you couldn't truly connect with any of your “teammates”: Kafka was always inscrutable, Silver Wolf seemed to treat reality like a game, and Blade… Blade was the only one who you thought could understand you. You had both been cursed by the Abundance in your own ways, after all. But after he ignored your attempts at friendship for so long, you had resigned yourself to an eternity of loneliness in your empty office.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You paused for a moment. Neither Kafka nor Silver Wolf were due for an appointment, leaving only one other person…
You opened the door to see Blade standing with his arms crossed. His expression betrayed nothing of what he felt, but you could see a tension in his shoulders. He didn’t speak as you blinked up at him in surprise.
“Blade. Come in,” you said, stepping aside to let him enter.
Blade went to sit down in his usual spot, and you quickly busied yourself gathering the necessary materials to make the painkiller you devised specifically for his condition. You couldn’t mix the medicine in advance, as its effectiveness faded quickly with time, so you always kept the raw ingredients on hand.
You glanced over your shoulder at Blade. Your gaze flicked over his body as you observed him. To the untrained eye, Blade seemed fine as ever, if a little irritated, but you knew how to read him after having treated him for so long. You could tell he was holding back more pain than usual. The fact that he was here of his own volition told you all that you needed to know.
You took a breath, then walked over to him. The medicine you made would work in time, but you could provide him with a more immediate source of relief. Gently, you reached out and pressed a hand to his chest.
He stiffened at the contact but didn't push you away. You closed your eyes and poured your energy into him, letting it wash over him and dull his pain. You focused until you felt Blade’s breathing grow more even and his muscles relax.
You felt lightheaded as you pulled back. The process had taken much longer than you anticipated and had cost much more of your energy as well.
You tried to step away toward the counter, not wanting to linger too long in Blade’s personal space, but a wave of dizziness hit you and you stumbled. Before you could hit the floor, Blade caught you in his arms.
“What did you do?” he asked, panic bleeding into his voice.
You knew you would recover in time—the Abundance’s curse would not let you go so easily—but the pain was still nearly unbearable. Your breathing was shallow and your vision blurry. Blade adjusted his grip on you and pulled you into his lap. His arms shook slightly as he held you.
“I’m sorry… I just wanted to help…” Your voice was weak and shaky as you spoke. “It… it'll pass… I'll be okay…”
Though you said this, you were still on the verge of tears. You were not like Blade—you hadn’t spent an eternity in combat and had yet to become numb to the pain of pushing your body to the limit. What he bore with a straight face was agony for you. You tried to hold back a whimper.
Blade tightened his grip around you.
“Why?” he asked.
“I… just wanted to give you some relief…” you said. You pinched your eyes shut to try to block out the pain. “Did… did it work, at least?”
Blade was silent for a while. Then, he pulled you closer, letting your head rest against his chest as his breath fanned over your face.
“…Yes,” he said. “Don’t do it again.”
“…Sorry…” You breathed out, letting your eyes fall shut. After what you had done, you were completely exhausted, and Blade's embrace was so warm… You fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart, for once free of worries as Blade held you close.
The next day, Kafka would enter your office only to see Blade glaring at her to stay silent. You were still slumbering in his arms. He had stayed in that same position all night, not caring about the fatigue in his muscles nor the ache that came with it. Kafka smiled knowingly, holding back her teasing words—if only for now—as she closed the door, leaving Blade alone with you.
#literally crying holding myself back from pulling for blade bc I need to save my crystals for imbibitor lunae#so this is my gift to him instead#for those of you who have read the arcana the reader's condition in this fic was inspired by julian's curse#where he can heal any injury by taking it on for himself#but i kinda changed it to just general healing powers since blade wasn't actually injured in this scene lmao#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail imagines#honkai star rail x gn reader#star rail x reader#star rail imagines#star rail x gn reader#star rail fanfic#honkai star rail fanfic#blade x reader#blade x you#blade x y/n#blade x gn reader#hsr x reader#hsr fanfic#hsr imagines#hsr x you#hsr x y/n#hsr x gender neutral reader#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader#star rail x gender neutral reader#star rail x you#star rail x y/n#honkai star rail x you#honkai star rail x y/n#honkai star rail
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how about that uhhhhh Fantasy Julie. she gets her sword <3 no one can take it from her <3
rambles:
SIKE you get an extra, lower quality doodle
SIKE AGAIN here's the rambles
yeah... i caved and gave her a tail... I'm Not Sorry! it's cute! i wanted to stick with her sorta flower motif - it's stronger in her princess look, since I imagine that when she was part of the royals she was very blatantly flower power based. it was her Thing!
but a Julie free of her noble shackles... she deserves her big sword. like yeah, she has flower magic, but who needs it when she has a Giant Blade??? on the royalty vein, and if we're classifying "rainbow monster" as a species, i feel like horn size/curve would be a status symbol of some kind. maybe Julie would have kept her horns filed short. but if she ran away from that life... longer horns! i like to imagine that they'll keep growing until she has a pair of Extra Weapons attached to her head! curved forward like mammoth tusks maybe!
i imagine that like Frank, she goes with minimal armor - range of movement over protection, yk? some scale mail over her front, a thick leather flower over her chest w/ scalloped leather pauldrons, wrist armor and metal knuckles! i'd think that the faux-suspenders include a back sheath for her sword... i wish i'd thought of that Before i finished the little ref! i don't feel like going back and editing!
i imagine that she was forced to cut her hair when it got caught in something (a gelatinous cube, mayhaps). it didn't look good! don't let anime and Mulan fool you! cutting your own hair with a blade will not look nice! but someone - Eddie, probably, he's good with scissors i'd assume - cleaned it up for her. and hey, it didn't look bad! plus, Julie probably liked being able to just tuck up her long strands into her hat when she's feeling a bit more like a Julius than a Julie!
it's been a fun challenge transforming their canon outfits into a similar variation with fantasy flavoring and twists! i want them to suit the setting but still maintain Themselves! Julie's was tough i gotta admit. i was messing around with the princess look and the fighter look side-by-side. it worked better when i sat back and thought "fighter Julie is Julie unrestrained. that version would be more aligned with her canon look"
i wanted her princess form to look Restrained! she has to be a ~delicate flower~, a noble woman, pristine and poised and very much a princess. soft colors, poofy clothing, bright white gloves that are not to be sullied. carefully bundled up hair! jewelry! that dress must be Heavy and hard to move in! her tail must be so cramped under there!
but Julie Unleashed? violent pinks! rose gold accents! short skirt so that she can sprint and Kick! fun boots that she can be active in and delight in watching them get dirty! her hair is free to whip in the wind and get caught in things! fun straps and Deadly Accessories! a sword that she stole from the royal armory on her way out the window! she has forearm wraps both to match Frank and to support her wrists!
#yessss this was mainly an excuse to draw jules with short hair and a tail. i do not apologize#i like to think that poppy has a bottomless bag that she's too scared to use herself#but everybody keeps things in there#julie keeps her hair-hiding-hat in there and some pants and a cape for that Julius Vibe#(yes i could have gone with julian. but julius makes me think of orange julius and. yum)#i've said in initial rambles that i think that julie has Mild plant magic#I TAKE THAT BACK SHE'S SO FUCKING POWERFUL#i think she could hold her own against wally here tbh!#she wouldn't win if home had the reins but yk! it would still be Close!#but why would she use boring magic when she can slash punch kick#she can definitely talk to all plants. like im carrying that over thats so cool#trees warning her of an ambush... trodden-on flowers pointing her in the direction of her quarry...#roots arching out of the ground to trip anyone about to beat her in a race#scribble salad#wh fantasy au#so in canon julie left The Cave#which. fuck is that supposed to be a reference to plato's cave? ok no now's not the time for speculation#so she left the cave to seek out a life of her own#so i imagine that she left the royal life for much the same reason! she didn't want to sit on a throne in a poofy dress and lead!#she wanted to Adventure! see the world! be unrestrained!#i imagine that her repeated sneaking out is how she met frank - then when she ran she went to him cause she knew he wanted to leave#and she went 'hey im ditching this joint wanna come' and Of Course the answer was yes!#adventuring duo that never regret it for a second!#also as im making refs im adding them to a Lineup. which i'll post when ive collected all the pokemon (neighbors). size refs!!!
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I might not know much about Julian but ngl he seems like the person who’s so used to treating others that his heart would burst from happiness if his partner ever had to tend to his wounds. Wdym you want to take care of him?!? Someone like him doesn’t deserve your touch . . . You’d have to coax him into it and when that doesn’t work, scolding sure will! It could be something as small as a paper cut, but just seeing you narrow your eyes in concentration as you apply the disinfectant would make him speechless with heart in his eyes. He is such a soft boy 😭
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