Rune's Place

I've had this angsty Julian idea for a while now I also don't even know if it's been done before, but anyways, hear me out!!

**possible minor spoilers**

• don't imagine julian during the three years before the game's beginning smashed af

• don't imagine him cheating at over several gambling games because he's such a charismatic and shifty fellow

• don't imagine him getting caught a couple times and getting into rumbles with some tough ass ppl

• don't imagine him maybe sober or inebriated and jumping into these fistfights that would turn to knife fights sometimes

• don't imagine him walking away unscathed laughing like a madman bc he practically can't get hurt—he heals himself over and over

• don't imagine you living your happy little life with him at the shop

• don't imagine waking up in a cold sweat over a nightmare that felt too eerie and looking over to not find Julian beside you

• don't imagine feeling dread rise from your stomach like that of a premonition

• don't imagine hearing a faint rasp at your front door

• don't imagine creeping downstairs to open the door to find Julian on the steps of your shop holding onto his bloody abdomen

• don't imagine scrambling to his side in a panic, repeating "what happened? what do I do?!"

• don't imagine Julian trying to guide you through it, but not understanding a word he's saying either because his throat is dry or because he's losing consciousness with the amount of blood pouring from him

• don't imagine not thinking straight due to the pressures of having the one you love so dearly bleeding out in front of you

• don't imagine ripping an article of clothing off of yourself and applying pressure to where you believed the gash was

• don't imagine him cupping your cheek, telling you how much he loves you with everything he is and how he'd continue to love you no matter what

• don't imagine not knowing what he's saying as he's telling you in his native tongue and he never got around to translating purposefully because he liked to tease you and watch you try to guess

• don't imagine him going into shock due to the blood loss and watching his eyes flutter shut

• don't imagine you applying pressure to the wound with one hand, praying it's not that deep of a gash, holding his hand on your cheek as you tell him you love him over and over, crying

• don't imagine screaming for him to stay with you as you keep applying pressure, only to feel his heartbeat slipping away into nothing

• don't imagine his arm go limp, you lose your grasp as the reality is sinking in, feeling his hand slipping against your cheek and having his blood smear against your face

• don't imagine clutching his body, screaming curses out in anguish due to losing the one you love

**and for extra pain**

• don't imagine pulling back and opening up his shirt to see it wasn't just one gash, he'd been stabbed repeatedly in various areas

• don't imagine having a child on the way or already having a kid/s with him and thinking that's smallest piece of him left

• don't imagine having to tell your child/ren that that their father would no longer be around

• don't imagine having to tell Pasha, watching her fall to the ground in grief, holding onto her chest as she can't get a scream out

• don't imagine going to Mazelinka and have her sitting by the fire staring in solemnly—as if she knew something bad had happened, but she wasn't sure what until you told her

MC: How cute! This was so thoughtful!

Byleth: It's just tea??

Alois: What happens when you cross a joke and a rhetorical question?!