(This was requested on a previous ask. The Rowdy Raven was mentioned specifically, so I’m going to start there. I’ll make a separate headcannon for other dates here soon)
- mc and Julian spend their time drinking and laughing, telling stories about their past and sharing their crazy adventures
- flirtatious by nature, Julian is blushing throughout the night. it’s not the alcohol making him flushed.
- Julian always makes sure mc is hydrated throughout the evening
- mc swears they can keep up with Julian, and they end up getting shitfaced while Julian is still at a good level of drunkenness
MC: Whooooo’s ready for shoootss?? (In a singsong tone)
- Julian is left wondering whether he should indulge mc or call it on their alcohol intake
- mc wonders how well he’s able to handle so many salty bitters with his poor eating habits
- when they leave, mc is wrapped around Julian’s arm and leaning against him for stability as they’re walking home
- Julian offers a piggyback ride or to carry mc home
Hello! I saw your post about requesting prompts for Julian HCs and have a few requests if you don’t mind :)
Could you do HCs for Julian and the MC cuddling? Some cute and silly fluffy!
HCs for how Julian likes to kiss MC 👀💋
And HCs for going on dates at the Rowdy Raven or wherever with Julian?
Thank you for the ask! I will do my best with the silly bits. For how Julian likes to kiss, I am going to write it with Scarlett (MC) in mind for some of it. This will also be beneath the cut <3
Minors- do NOT interact!
I’ll get to the date one here soon.
Here goes, and I hope you enjoy reading these ~
MC & Julian cuddling (cute/silly)/How Julian likes to kiss MC
MC & Julian cuddling:
- most of the time when they cuddle, mc ends up sprawled across Julian
- if mc ends up falling asleep, Julian will carry them to bed and tuck them in
- Julian loves physical affection, so he’s happy with whatever MC is willing to give
- mc wants Julian to rub their back while cuddling? done. he also knows if he wants his back rubbed, it will be reciprocated.
- mc wants to tease and joke with Julian while cuddling? a tickle fight will ensue. you’ll be trapped with nowhere to go. he’s like an octopus with his long limbs.
- at bedtime on the off chance they’re not cuddling, they’re always touching somehow. whether it’s their fingers or hands touching, a knee on a thigh, arm around waist, etc.
- Julian will be the big spoon (his height makes him perfect for this role)
- they both find peace in lying on one another’s chests from time to time
- if mc has a big booty, Julian is 100% using it as a pillow at some point
- both enjoy cuddling by the fireplace at the end of the day. while cuddling they’ll share stories and talk about how their day went
- mc would run their fingers through Julian’s hair while cuddling until he falls asleep. the ultimate trap to make him finally succumb to slumber. (Probably will write a short scenario about this)
- drunk cuddles??? they’re both a fumbling mess around each other and can’t help but laugh. they try to do their go-to pretzel position cuddle and they just can’t seem to get it right. “How do we normally do this?” “Does your arm normally go there?” “Okay, now, move your leg here- wait no, that’s not right.”
How Julian likes to kiss MC:
- passionately. Julian is finally with someone he doesn’t have to dilute himself around. same goes for mc. so holding back his affection was no longer in question after the first kiss.
- looooves using his tongue *snickers*
- one hand on the back of MC’s neck/head and the other on their lower back, pulling them in closer, for the ultimate kiss. he’ll do this up against a wall, too.
- he’s a lip biter for sure. If MC is biting lips too, they both will get sent into a frenzy.
- messy kisses? absolutely.
- (with Scarlett in mind) neck kisses being Scarlett’s kryptonite, Julian will often sneak some in casual situations just to fluster her. he’ll also come up behind her and slowly move her hair out of the way to kiss her neck. he does this regardless of if she is focused or not
“Ilya, please…” Julian had come up behind Scarlett as she was cooking dinner. A calculated move as she was no longer chopping the vegetables. “Yes?” His deep low voice just beneath her ear makes her forget where she is. His hot breath and the subtle vibration of his voice sent lightning throughout her body. “Please-,” Scarlett starts, then a slight moan escapes after another kiss. “you’ve made me lose my complete train of thought.” “Oh, darling,” Julian still dangerously close to her neck, “You know how much I love to watch you blush.”
- Julian will occasionally spin mc around to pull them into a kiss
- he will sit MC up on a table/ledge/counter and with him standing between their thighs, kiss/make out with them
- he’ll put his thumb on MC’s chin and tilt their head up before going in for a wild kiss
- both moan into the kiss once it starts to get heavy
- loves kissing any part of MC’s body. arms, thighs, shoulders, back, forehead, etc. he’s just a lover and loves showering them with all the affection he can
I am trying to get back into writing (noooo not at all bc my therapist told me to), and I thought making headcannons and short scenarios would be a good start. I just need some ideas if anyone is interested in Julian headcannons or even headcannons about mc. (I say Julian specifically bc I know about him the most and I feel I wouldn’t do the other characters justice <3)
chasing cars by snow patrol really hits harder everytime i listen to it like,, what if i DID just lay here???? would u lie with me and just forget the world??????? please???????????
head cannon where female MC has a rough background and despite her beauty/stature is a really good fighter/brawler?? TIA c:
(Hi! I had seen your other message and yes, I had a doubt for a moment, but I assumed it was for Arcana because of the MC and had already started working on it. I loved your idea! Here you go <3)
M6 x FEM! MC who is a good fighter with a rough background despite her appearance
CW: Violence (hand-to-hand combat, injuries, implied past fights or abuse), emotional trauma (mentions of PTSD-like symptoms, hypervigilance) and weapon use and injury (scars, bruises, bleeding, battlefield wounds).
Advertisement: Fem! MC is described as elegant many times. She is also described as “taller” in Portia’s headcanon.
ASRA
—At first, Asra senses your strength through subtle things: how you move, the way you instinctively stand between him and danger, how your eyes sharpen in moments of tension. He’s used to magic shielding him, but you? You move like someone who’s used to fighting with your fists before spells.
—Asra knew you at first in the streets, so he suspects already you have a way for surviving.
—He sees your beauty, of course. Who wouldn’t? But he’s never been captivated by appearances. What snags him is the contrast. The haunted way you watch people with suspicion. The way you flinch, not visibly but in your energy, when someone raises their voice.
—He starts noticing little things: how you sleep lightly and always keep a knife nearby, how you move away instinctively when touched too suddenly.
—When he sees you fight for the first time, it’s breathtaking. There’s a precision, a brutal grace to the way you disarm an attacker that makes his chest tighten, not with fear, but awe.
—The moment Asra realizes that you’re not just physically capable but battle-hardened, it shatters something inside him. He’s always felt like he needed to protect you, but now he wonders if maybe you were the one protecting everyone, even before him.
—You’re beautiful, yes, but not in a passive, pedestal way. You are radiant.
—Afterward, he quietly confesses that he suspected you were strong… but he hadn’t realized how deeply that strength was rooted in survival.
—It makes him ache for what you must’ve endured, but he never pities you.
—He starts teaching you more magical techniques, not because you need them, but because he wants you to be open to new styles of battle.
—He brings you herbs for bruises you didn’t mention, gently wraps bandages around knuckles you never complain about. You’re strong, but he sees when you’re tired.
—In his arms, you’re allowed to rest. He never asks you to stop fighting… but he gently offers you a world where you might not have to.
JULIAN
—Julian is a mess about you from day one. You walk into the rowdiest tavern in Vesuvia like you own the place, and the room parts for you. You’re all fire and elegance. He spills his drink watching you.
—He is delighted (and a little terrified) when he sees you in action.
—You save him from a fight in an alley, knocking out three men before he even draws his sword. He’s bleeding, woozy, and completely in love.
—He jokes constantly afterward: “Remind me never to make you mad, darling. Unless you plan on tying me up, then we can talk.”
—Beneath the bravado, he’s deeply affected by your past. He understands running, scraping by, surviving where others wouldn’t have.
—Your beauty to him is even more captivating because it hides the fight in you. You’re like a rose with iron thorns.
—He treats your wounds with gentleness, but also trusts you to make decisions in combat. He never undermines your capability.
—Sometimes, he watches you train alone, struck silent by how you move.
—He’s proud to be at your side. “A soldier and a doctor,” he says with a wink. “What a dangerous pair we make.”
—He can’t stand the idea of you enduring pain alone, so he makes it his mission to make you laugh. He flirts extra hard when you’re tense. He teases your fighting form (badly).
—After a bad night, you wake up gasping, hands curled into fists. Julian will pull you into his lap and whisper stories until your breathing slows.
“I know we joke a lot,” he’ll murmur into your hair, “but I see you, my love. All of you. The warrior, the girl, the survivor.”
NADIA
—You impress her before she even knows your name. There’s something regal in your bearing. Your beauty is undeniable, but it’s the command in your stance that draws her eye.
—At first, Nadia sees your elegance and assumes you’ve been raised like nobility, but she quickly learns how wrong she is.
—She sees the slight twitch in your eyes when someone enters the room too fast, the callouses on your knuckles.
—Watching you spar is like watching a lioness: lethal and utterly magnetic.
—She doesn’t flinch away from your past. Instead, she respects it. She values warriors and you’re one of the finest she’s ever seen.
—You don’t need protecting, and that stirs something in her. She’s spent her life in power, but with you, she doesn’t have to wear her mask. She can be soft and you can be your whole self.
—Nadia commissions a custom fighting outfit for you: both practical and beautiful. “You deserve armor as breathtaking as you,” she says.
—At court events, you wear gowns that make the room fall silent, and always with a blade hidden somewhere. Nadia never minds. She often wears one herself. You are a power couple: beautiful and dangerous.
—She never asks you to stop fighting, only that you let her stand beside you when the next battle comes.
MURIEL
—You and Muriel recognize each other almost immediately: two people shaped by hardship, not by choice, but by necessity.
—You’re the only person he’s met who can beat him in hand-to-hand sparring. The first time it happens, he’s not angry, just stunned.
—He sees your beauty, but he doesn’t praise it the way others do. Instead, he watches you in awe when you’re focused: tending a wound, tracking an animal, sharpening a blade.
—You don’t talk about your past unless pushed…but he doesn’t push. He doesn’t need to. He sees it in your scars.
—When you fight, he watches in quiet awe, not because he doubts you, but because he’s relieved. You understand his world.
—He’s fiercely protective, but never tries to shield you from your own choices. If anything, he trusts you more because you’ve seen darkness and didn’t run.
—You help him believe that being a fighter doesn’t mean being a monster. And he helps you believe that being soft doesn’t mean being weak.
When someone tries to insult your fighting nature, calling it “unfeminine” or “aggressive”, Muriel’s silence turns glacial.
—When you rest your head against his chest after the battle against the Devil, his hand cradling yours, it’s the quietest peace either of you have known.
“You don’t have to fight here,” he’ll say in the woods, voice low. “But if you do… I’ll fight with you.”
PORTIA
—Portia is obsessed with you from the second she lays eyes on you. You’re taller than her, stronger than her, and drop-dead gorgeous, and she immediately blurts out: “Holy SHIT, who are you?”
—Portia is blown away the first time she sees you fight. You knock someone flat with a roundhouse kick and she just gasps: “Okay— Hot.”
—She’s not intimidated. If anything, she’s enchanted by your strength and skill. She brags about you to everyone: “That’s my girl. She could kill you with a spoon.”
—Portia is so proud of how badass you are, it borders on shameless.
—She has a thousand questions about how you learned: did you train in secret? Fight in underground rings? She imagines your life like a romantic adventure novel.
—But when she hears more about your painful past, she’s fiercely protective. She’ll wrap you in her arms and promise: “No one’s gonna hurt you like that again.”
—She begs you to teach her a few moves. She loves training with you, even if she ends up on her back half the time (and grins about it).
—You’re her hero and her partner. Her love for you grows in layers: for your bravery, your resilience, your strength and your softness.
“You know,” she says one night, tangled up in your arms, “you fight like you’ve got something to protect. I wanna be one of those things, if you’ll let me.”
LUCIO
—Lucio is captivated by your looks, of course he is, but he underestimates you. At first. He sees your beauty and poise and assumes you’re all show.
—It’s the moment you throw him flat on his back in a sparring match (and then do it again) that he decides he’s in love.
—Lucio has never been more turned on in his life than when you outfight him. He lies there, dazed, grinning like an idiot.
—“You fight?” he gasps, breathless on the floor. “You fight like that and look like this? You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
—At first, he tries to treat you like a trophy, someone who makes him look good. You let him try. Then you obliterate that illusion with a single glare and a reminder that you’re no one’s prize.
—He’s obsessed with your skill. Wants to spar with you constantly. Wants to show you off. “Did you see that? My lady just flipped that guy!”
—But when he learns your past, that the strength came from pain, not glory, he goes very quiet.
—“You didn’t deserve that,” he murmurs one night, tracing a scar on your shoulder. “But gods, did you survive it like a queen.”
—Lucio has always admired power, but with you, it’s different. He admires your control, your grace.
—He wants to be better beside you. He trains harder, listens more, tries not to make everything about himself, because he wants to deserve you.
“Let me be your sword,” he says once, half-joking. “Or your shield. Or maybe your pretty little trophy husband?”
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