05/11/2022 10:40 PM  "Blood? Are you bleeding?" Ft. King Prompt: “Blood? Are you bleeding?” Featuring: King // Mentions: Morningstar and Dark   “F***.” Julian hissed, hand grasped around his right side: blood so dark it almost looked black leaking through his fingers. He knew he should have dodged right instead of left. Would have been out of the way of the sharp claws that had torn into his side. Just another night. Another wound. Another scar to add to the collection. No big deal really. An everyday occurrence for Julian. He kicked his apartment door closed behind him, not caring to lock the door for the moment. His door wasn’t his main priority right now. It was stitching up the claw marks in his side. Besides with his protection spells around there wasn’t a good chance anything could enter his home unless it was Ash or King. And Ash was off doing something while King should be working. He needed to stop the blood, stitch up the marks and see how bad the scarring could possibly be. If it had been done by a human there would be a good chance it wouldn’t scar up but with something that had what felt like acid on their claws when they swiped at you? Yeah not so lucky there. His bathroom light was bright in his eyes as he flipped the switch: hissing lightly as he crouched to rummage around for the first aid kit he kept underneath the sink. Opening it he made a mental note to buy more supplies. This week had been hell and he’d used more than he would normally. Next time Lucifer wanted something Julian was telling him to shove it up his ass and do it himself. Kit in hand, he grabbed a basin that he kept by the sink. It only took a few seconds to fill it up with warm water for after he was done. With the kit under his arm and the basin in one hand, Julian headed to his room Not even bothering with the light switch, Julian placed the basin down before collapsing into the hard chair that he kept just for this particular reason. Blood was going to be a bitch to get out of the hardwood floors already: no need to have to worry about cloth at the same time. His shirt caught on the wounds which caused a small hiss to escape his clenched jaw. Tossing it into his wastebasket he proceeded to thread what he would need to stitch up his side. The first press of the needle through his skin was always the worst but after Julian zoned out and it was pretty easy. Sometimes the needle would catch which would hurt but it was nothing compared to the wounds that were stinging at the cold air in his room. “Julian!” He’d been so focused on the task at hand that he hadn’t heard his front door open. What was King doing here? A quick look at the digital clock on his bedside table told him what he already knew. King should be at work. Not here in his apartment. “Blood? Are you bleeding?” The slight panic he heard in King’s voice always caught him off guard no matter how many times he heard it towards him. His bedroom door opened and light from the outside hallway filled the room enough for Julian to see King standing in his doorway. Julian knew how it must look: the scene in his apartment. Blood that had been left behind in his moving towards the bathroom and then to his room, the bloody handprint left on his bedroom door clear as day to see. That didn’t compare to the sight he gave off. Himself sitting in a hard chair, shirt off, thread and needle in hand: one claw mark already stitched up, the second claw mark almost stitched up and the third and last mark had finally stopped bleeding. He blinked, before putting his attention back onto what he was doing as he pushed the needle through his skin. “You’re supposed to be at work.” Spoken so nonchalant as if Julian was use to this scene every day. This was the first time King had seen him having to stitch up his own wounds. “Julian! What happened?” King quickly moved forward, hovering over Julian. Worry came off of the other and almost seemed to suffocate Julian for a second: still not use to any of this. Even if it had been almost a year of them knowing each other. He never had this type of attention on him. Ash normally just stared for a second before telling him what he did wrong and could do right next time. Lucifer didn’t hover over him: instead he would tell Julian to be more careful. King was the only one. And while Julian was not use to it he couldn’t help but feel a bit grateful of it. “Don’t worry about it. You should be at work.” “I felt like something was wrong. I had to make sure.” Julian arched a brow, “So you snuck out of work?” “No no no. There was no sneaking out. I talked to who I had to. Don’t worry about it. What happened to you?” He wasn’t going to let it go, was he? Julian sighed, tying off the thread. “Those small scissors: cut this thread so I can start on the last one.” He watched King falter, as if he wanted to keep asking what happened but he seemed to know that Julian was more stubborn and wouldn’t utter a single word about what happened. “Fine. I’ll stop asking.” Julian smirked, smug with himself for being more stubborn then King. “Good. Now. Scissors.” A sigh from the other but finally he was complying as he grabbed up the scissors, snipping at the thread that Julian pointed to. “Are you okay though?” “Other than losing some blood? Having to clean it out of hardwood and making sure nothing followed me? Yeah I’m more then okay.” He restarted the thread in the needle before he was pushing it through to start on the last mark. “Should I make some coffee?” Julian laughed before teasing, “And a light meal would be nice since you are asking, honey.” “Only if you say please.” Julian scoffed, leaning forward to grin, “Please…and that’s the only time you’ll ever hear that word.” Finally a laugh escaped King and Julian considered his night done: he’d gotten King to stop worrying and as he watched the other’s retreating back he knew that maybe this type of thing wasn’t so bad every once in a while. Next time though: less blood definitely. 0 Comments

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05/04/2022 10:24 PM  "You're trembling" FT King Prompt: “You’re trembling” Featuring: King   It took a lot to get underneath Julian’s skin. He had been trained not to show a single thing through his mask. Least he show whoever was trying to harm him that he actually had weaknesses. It took even more to get him to worry. But King did it. Every. Single. F***ing. Day. Without fail. If he didn’t know better he would think that was King’s plan all along.  Hell if it wasn’t for the other’s mother, Julian was sure he would have forced the younger male to stay at his apartment and never leave without Julian’s protection. Why did he allow this prophet into his life? All he had to do was watch this manifestation of literal sunshine in a damn human body and go his separate way after Ash returned but no. He let said human burrow its way into his long thought dead heart. Gave the man his number AND a copy of his apartment key. It was unheard of. Julian thrived on his own privacy and did not let anyone in but he allowed King to break it any time he felt too scared to return home. Ash didn’t count. That man didn’t care for such things: if he wanted Julian he would get him rather he was being pulled out kicking and screaming or walking on his own two feet. Or that embarrassing time when Ash had literally thrown him over his shoulder like he was some child. Which compared to Ash he was but that was beside the point. He was so use to King showing up at any time that he was not surprised that he could sense another person in his home but he was surprised that the door hadn’t been latched shut properly behind him. Eyes narrowing his hand immediately went to his thigh where his dagger always laid. A flick of his wrist and it was out of its sheath and into his hand: knuckles white with how hard he was holding it. It was just King in there but he still didn’t relax. There was no marks or anything at the door to show that there had been a scuffle or that anything had tried breaking down the door. They would have bounced off before being able to enter due to the powerful protection that had been cast that first night Julian had allowed King into his home. To show that nothing would get him: to help ease his mind. That first night Julian should have known the other male would have become an important fixture in his life: like Ash and Lucifer before him. Nothing was out of the ordinary in the front hallway. Living room was also clean. Eyes narrowed on his cracked bedroom door. A door he always closed behind him each morning. He slipped quietly towards the door, contemplating if he should just open it or be a bit dramatic and kick it open the rest of the way. Rational sense won in the end as his hand came forward to push it the rest of the way open. If it wasn’t for the lump in the middle of his bed Julian wouldn’t have thought anything other than that he must have been in a rush to leave this morning. Finally able to relax he moved across the room, making sure to make noise so not to startle King when he crawled onto the bed. He paused for a second before sighing. It took some effort but Julian was finally able to maneuver the blanket enough to slip underneath the covers with King. He could barely make out the other’s features as he laid a hand on top of King’s. He frowned, “You’re trembling. What happened?” His tone was soft despite the anger he was feeling: not wanting to startle King or have him pull more into himself. This side of King wasn’t as rare as it should have been. He might have been a literal ball of sunshine but being a prophet took a lot out of him. Julian could see it in the bags under King’s eyes that he tried to hide with makeup. He could see it in his eyes after a long day at work. In the way his smiles didn’t quite reach his eyes on those worst days. The wince he tried to hide when the voices got too loud and nothing could drown them out. “King?” “I just want it to stop.” Something squeezed at Julian’s heart with the way King said it. Tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat. He didn’t have to see it or hear it to know. Julian sighed, squeezing at the hand underneath his own. Not for the first time in his life Julian cursed the almighty bastard in the sky. How dare he put King through all of this bullsh*t? King had been through enough without having to be driven crazy with voices not of his own doing. “Julian?” “Sorry. I’m here.” His eyes slipped closed for a second before he was opening them again: they had adjusted enough in the darkness that he was able to see King a bit clearer. To see the tear tracks that had dried on his face, to see the new tears blooming in his eyes: ready to fall at a single blink of his eyes. The almost wince that he tried to hide. He probably had a headache after everything. “I’m tired Jules.” Biting his tongue to keep from saying anything he watched the other male. “Did you take anything for it? I think I have something laying around to take off the edge.” It wouldn’t be the first time Julian had supplied King with something to hopefully help block out everything that came with being forced into being a prophet. Alcohol and weed were an everyday thing for Julian. Even he needed something although it wouldn’t hit like it would a human being. Downfall of being what he was. He shifted as if he was going to get up when King’s hand tightened around his. “Don’t leave me. Please?” Julian couldn’t hide the growl that came out: immediately apologizing when King seemed to jerk backwards. “Sorry. I’m not mad at you. I’m just mad that you have to go through this: you don’t deserve this sh*t. If I ever see God I’m going to punch him in the face.” “Please don’t.” Julian sighed, “Yeah it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. Besides Luce has first dibs when the a**hole tries to rear his ugly head.” The surprised laugh that bubbled up out of King had Julian relaxing. He hadn’t noticed he was so tense until King finally started to sound like himself. “Better now?” “Not quite but surprisingly enough your presence is helping.” Julian smirked, “Well well. Looks like I am corrupting a prophet of the Lord. I can just see Michael’s sneer now.” Now that it seemed King was at least semi-back to his normal self, Julian sat up. King winced, covering his eyes at the bright light. “Come on King. Staying in bed all day is bad for you.” “You’d do it if you could.” Julian shrugged, “I’m different. I’ve been alive a lot longer than you. I can afford a day or two. You my short-lived friend cannot. Besides I'm sure momma Kingsley would like to see her son sometime today.” 0 Comments

04/21/2022 01:49 PM  Dream (Ft. King) Prompt: Dream Featuring: King It was late. Too late. Julian should have headed to bed a few hours ago but he was busy trying to figure out just what was after King this time. The male had appeared at his doorstep, scared. He had barely gotten a few words out when Julian had pulled him into his home and ordered him to stay put while he checked it out.  Anyone else had appeared at his doorsteps and he would have thought it was just paranoia. But not King. He never showed up unannounced unless he thought he was being hunted. Came with being a prophet. King tried arguing as usual but Julian hadn’t let it stop him. With a final ‘Stay put’ towards King he left the apartment. Unfortunately whatever had been tracking King had left. Normally a trail would have been left behind but nothing. It was quite frustrating. These beasts were growing smarter which always meant trouble for Julian. If it came down to it he’d get Ash involved but until then Julian could handle it. With nothing in hand, Julian returned home. He could return King home but Julian felt more comfortable keeping the male there in his own home. Where he could protect him. Just for the night. He’d escort him home in the morning. He’d given the other male no choice in the matter, telling him to contact his mother so she wouldn’t worry before thrusting a pair of sleep clothes in King’s arm with an order to take a shower and to relax. He was safe here with Julian. That had been a few hours ago. King had tried to stay awake but after the fifth time of his chin hitting his chest Julian helped him up and into his bed. He tried arguing that he could take the couch but Julian wasn’t hearing it. The bed was comfortable and Julian was used to sleeping on whatever surface he could find while out working so it made more sense for Julian to sleep on the couch. While King had tried to argue Julian in the end was more stubborn then King and without another word the other male had taken the bed. Working must have taken a lot out of him because the second his head hit the bed he was out. Didn’t even cover himself. Julian had rolled his eyes before making sure the other was comfortable. After that he had gotten comfortable on the couch and spent the next few hours trying to figure out just what could hide itself from Julian. Rubbing at his eyes, Julian huffed out a small breath. Maybe a good night’s rest would give him a new perspective. He was loathed to stop when he knew something was out there after the only person he deemed a friend but his apartment was protected from everything that could possibly show up in the middle of the night. Only thing that could break it would be a more powerful demon or an angel. Shifting until he was laying down, Julian’s eyes closed. He was just drifting into sleep when he heard a sound. Immediately he was alert and up from the couch. He shifted, it took him only a second to realize where it was coming from. His room. Did something get past his protection? He moved quietly but quickly towards his room, palming a dagger that he had kept close by in case of an attack. The closer he got to his bedroom door the more he realized just what the sound was. Julian had nightmares himself so it didn’t take him long to notice the sounds the other was making. Pushing the door open, he winced at the scent of fear that was filling the room. The sounds coming from King was almost heart-wrenching if Julian actually had a heart to wrench. He came around the bed, crawling onto the bed and towards the other male who had moved so much that he had managed to tangle himself up in the blanket. “King.” Voice as soft as he could get it, a hand reaching out to gently lay on King’s shoulder. Immediately the other jerked away, gasping back to consciousness where he almost fell off the bed while he tried scrambling away from Julian. Part of Julian wanted to reach out for him again but Julian knew that when he had a nightmare he didn’t want anyone to touch him. So he stayed where he was, hands folded in his lap as he sat on his legs in the middle of the bed. It took a moment for King’s breathing to get back to normal, for those eyes to stop scanning the room in fear and for the other’s body to relax. “King?” His name was all it took for the other to look his way. A second seemed to pass where they just stared at each other before King was moving. Literally throwing himself across the bed and into Julian. Arms wrapped around his waist, a face pressed into his chest: fingers clenching into the back of his shirt. He tensed, ready to throw the other off of him when he noticed the wetness that was slowly seeping against his chest. The other trembled against him and Julian did not know what to do. He was literally frozen. Eventually his brain caught up with him and he sighed. Arms wrapping around the other to hold him close: a hand in King’s hair to soothe him. “It’s alright. I’m here. You’re safe” he whispered softly, hoping that it was helping and he wasn’t just making a fool of himself. It seemed to be helping. The sniffling that came with the crying had died down and the arms around him had relaxed to the point that it took Julian a second to realize that King had cried himself back to sleep. “Oh King. What am I going to do with you?” Shifting slightly so he could gently pry King’s arms out from around him, he helped King get more comfortable on the bed. The almost whine that left King’s mouth would be cute if Julian didn’t know what it meant. “I’m not leaving. Just maneuvering us around,” he murmured. It seemed to calm the other down so Julian could settle down beside the other. He’d stay just to make sure the other was fine then he would go back to the couch. At least that was what Julian told himself. King seemed to have a bit of a different idea as seconds after Julian relaxed, the man was on him like a damn octopus. He tried prying himself out of the other male’s hold but in the end he just allowed it to happen. Besides his eyes felt heavy all of a sudden. It had to be because of the calming breathing next to him. Each blink got longer until finally Julian couldn’t fight it anymore. “You’ll be the death of me I swear. 0 Comments

04/21/2022 01:46 PM  Panic Prompt: Panic Featuring: King // Mentions: Morningstar and Inscrutable   It was going to be a long night. Someone was after King. It wasn’t abnormal. Actually it was an every day to day thing when it came to King. He was a magnet for trouble. A beacon really. The downfall of being a prophet. Well that and the whispers that could drive one crazy if not handled correctly. At first it had been different attacks throughout the city. Julian hadn’t cared about it then. Something was cleaning house. It didn’t matter to him. Not until the last attack. It had hit close to Euphoria. A block away. Anything that got in a block radius from King’s work or home always put Julian on alert. After all King was a beacon that screamed ‘Tasty food’ to anyone who so much as looked in his direction. Julian hadn’t said anything to King about it but he had been watching him closer. Always nearby in case of an emergency. King would do better to pay more attention to his surroundings. It would have been so easy for Julian to sneak up on the male and grab him from behind. To cover his mouth as he tried to scream and just with the right amount of pressure keep him from breathing properly. Julian shook those thoughts out of his head. Reminding himself that King was a friend not a victim. Tonight Julian could taste the tension in the air. Could sense it all around him. Almost suffocating if Julian had been anyone else but the boy who was raised by Ash. Something was going to happen tonight. Julian just knew it. And damn King for being so f***ing oblivious to it. If Julian knew King could protect himself even for a little bit he would let whatever this thing was corner King. To teach him a lesson for keep an eye on his surroundings. Julian had learned the hard way. But this was King. The man who was all softness and sunshine. He befriended people he should not have been able to. Movement out of the corner of his eyes had Julian moving. It was too fast to be anything human. And it seemed to be zoning in on one thing. King. For the first time he noticed King tense. Good. He could sense the danger as it closed in. Julian would have to work on that sense being stronger. King needed to pay more attention. Everything happened so fast. The creature attacked, King froze like a deer caught in headlights, and Julian’s feet hit the ground: one simple swipe of his hand had a dagger there. Seconds before claws could find their home in soft flesh Julian was there: shoving King back. One set of claws clanged against dagger. He should have expected the second set to be aimed at him. He was too slow to jump away, the second set managed to get him on his collarbone. Pain flared up and that tell-tale hot flow down his chest spoke volumes. Blood. The scent hit the air causing the bastard before him to take a deep breath before snarling. Vampires. Of course. Explained the lack of a fight in all the attacks. The blood that was missing.  He must not have liked the smell of Julian’s blood. “What’s the matter? My blood not good enough for you? Now that just hurts my feelings.” He shifted, taking a step back to put himself in front of King who had finally noticed his savior. Fingers dug into Julian’s arm. Anyone else Julian would have snatched his arm away but King needed the grounding. To get himself back in control. So he allowed the hold, eyes warily watching the vampire before him who had been eyeing both of them. “King…..I’m going to need you to run. Don’t turn back.” “But Julian. You’re bleeding.” “Not now King. Listen to what I tell you.” Julian shifted, ready to spring into action. “Now!” He lunged forward, intercepting the vampire before he could take after King who listened as he ran. “Hey. Doing the tango takes two people not three. I’m your dance partner tonight. Let’s see how your footwork is, shall we?” He shifted, cursing the fact that he hadn’t grabbed something sharp and wooden beforehand. Sloppy work Julian. He should have known what he was up against after reading that first file he’d had slipped towards him from Lucifer earlier in the week. Or better yet the a**hole could have said something; he’d deal with that later. Right now he needed to make sure this bastard didn’t take another victim. “Julian!” Julian had been in mid-lunge when he heard King’s shout. Damn it. Didn’t he ever listen? Damn it King. Fight or flight: always pick flight. The vampire shifted out of his grasp, moving quickly towards the obviously frightened King who was holding something in his hand. Right. The slayer. He was friends with the damn woman. Next time he saw the blond he would have to be a bit nicer to her: she was a good teacher. He just needed to get to King before the vampire’s fangs did. At the last possible second King threw himself towards the ground, the vampire not expecting the move had flew past him. It quickly turned though, ready for another attack. The stake that King held in his hand was thrown up for Julian to easily catch as he moved past. “Dust to dust and all that.” Julian snarled, slamming into the vampire. Slamming the stake home into the vampire’s chest, Julian turned to go back to King. “I told you to run.” “And I did.” Julian’s eyes narrowed, before he was reaching down to jerk King to his feet. “Remind me to be nice to the slayer next time I see her.” “That’ll be a sight to see.” Julian ignored the other in favor to snatch up the stake and hand it back to the other. “Pay better attention. If I wasn’t here you’d have been made into a vampy blood bank for the night.” Gently grabbing King’s upper arm he pulled him along, “Come on. Let’s get you home to Momma Kingsley in one piece alright?” 0 Comments

04/21/2022 01:45 PM  Love Prompt: Love (Because Julian has never had a tender hand before King) Featuring: King / Mentions: Dark   The first time King had touched him it was a simple hand on the shoulder but it had Julian jerking away as if it had burnt him. The look on King’s face had been a mixture of worry and sadness. As if he could see right through the other male. Julian didn’t like it. He had grumbled something, hand grasped where the other had touched him before he was huffing and walking off. The second time King’s touch was wrapped around his forearm. They had been talking about Ash and Julian had needed a drink. He had walked past and felt the grab and spun on the other too fast for the other to see. The fear flashing in King’s eyes had Julian freezing. He was use to that look. Thrived on it. Did whatever he could to get that look but for some reason the vision of it in King’s eyes had something seizing in Julian’s chest. It…hurt seeing that fear and knowing he caused it. Something he had not been used to. He wouldn’t admit until way later that he had turned tail and ran before King could gather himself again. After that Julian had stayed away. He still watched over the other in case of anything getting the bright idea to go after the prophet but he hadn’t appeared before the other. Then Ash had returned from whatever he had been doing and Julian relaxed. He went back to doing what he did: knowing that Ash would protect him and whatever feelings Julian had would disappear. He wouldn’t have to worry about them. Or try to figure out just what the hell was so special about King to bring them up in the first place.   He should have known better. Once again he had found himself dragged to Euphoria and forced to protect King. The hug that was thrown at him had caught Julian off guard. He had tensed up, eyes flickering towards Ash, the door and King in quick succession. His fight or flight had triggered but the soft ‘I missed you’ had Julian relaxing. It was a foreign feeling and one that only lasted less than a minute but the feeling of it had stayed. Ash’s arched brow and knowing smirk had Julian scowling. So that was how Julian once again found himself under the gravity pull that was known as King. This time around the touches were friendlier and Julian was learning with each one how not to flinch. How to not expect it to turn harsh at a single look. Putting bruises into his skin that stayed for days and throbbed gently. It was King. The man couldn’t hurt a fly let alone another person. By the fifth or sixth time Julian knew when the touches were going to come: when King was excited he grabbed ahold of Julian’s shoulders and almost shook him. When he was afraid he did hook his fingers into Julian’s flesh as he hid behind Julian. Only letting go when Julian’s fingers gently pried his away. Couldn’t protect King if he had a death grip on him after all. When Julian had exhausted himself or had gotten hurt while protecting King those hands were soft and hovering over him: the other’s eyes taking in every point of Julian to make sure he was fine. Worry filling his eyes until finally relief filled them. Satisfied that Julian was perfectly fine before telling him to be more careful. It took a bit for Julian to finally realize what King was. A friend. The word sounded unfamiliar in his mouth. A taste he had never acquired. But one he didn’t mind saying. Especially to see that bright smile on King’s face when he had called him his friend the first time. All his life Julian hadn’t thought twice about anything other than fighting and making Ash proud but for the first time in his life Julian had someone to protect. Someone to talk to. Someone who didn't flinch when he got too close during the rare times that Julian wanted to be touched. Someone that did not look upon him with fear. Someone who trusted him just as much as he trusted the other. A friend. Julian could get use to this. It was a weakness he knew but one that he would allow. After all it isn’t hard to turn a weakness into a strength if you are determined enough. 0 Comments

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02/02/2022 06:23 PM  "I can't believe you dragged me into this" FT. Boy Wonder Prompt: “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” Featuring: Boy Wonder   “I can’t believe you dragged me into this!” Julian growled at the familiar voice of Nightwing, ducking under a snarling face that was attempting to take a chunk out of him and that was aiming for his face, his fingers wrapping around a bony and cold wrist as he tossed the damn a**hole over his shoulder. He didn’t have time to think let alone speak with the ghouls in front of him. A back hit his and he growled, “I told you to stay out of this. So I did not drag you into sh*t. You followed therefor it is your fault that you’re f***ed.” “I thought you were up to no good!” Julian hissed, jerking around to grab Nightwing and leap away from another ghoul who was too close to the other. “Not everyone is up to no good, you know.” “It’s Gotham! No one is ever up to any good.” Julian growled, shoving the boy wonder behind him as he stepped backwards: the ghouls in front of him. It was only a handful but they were dangerous. Even more dangerous with Little Wing getting involved. “Next time someone tells you to get away and stay out of their business. Listen!” Protecting the boy wonder was making this difficult but once the ghouls caught scent of the raw flesh they would not let up until it was devoured. “What the hell are these things anyways? They aren’t human are they?” Julian pulled out his dagger that was always strapped to his thigh. “They’re dead. And they eat raw flesh. So do NOT let yourself get caught by them.” “Zombies!?” Normally Julian would laugh and tease the other for the crack heard in his voice but this was not the time. “No! This isn’t f***ing make-believe. They are ghouls.” “Ghouls. Zombies. Same thing! How do we kill them?” Julian growled, lunging forward. Bones crunched under his hand, blood spilling out and splattering against his face and the ground. He shoved the ghoul away, springing back and barely escaping getting a chunk of his arm ripped off with very sharp teeth. “Get out of here, Little Wing.” “But.” “I said get out of here. Make sure there is no one here. I will take care of them. You keep people away for their own safety. And you stay the f*** away too. I am not going to be the one who tells Batman that your stupid ass got eaten alive.” He did not let Nightwing argue. He shoved him towards an opening, “Now get the f*** out of here.” He was still hesitating. “Damn it. You better not die here, Julian.” Julian grinned, “And have you frowning? Wouldn’t dream of it. Now go. I’ll be fine. This is easy: you’re making it hard by sticking around.” “Yeah yeah. I know. Go and don’t come back. Jeez you don’t have to say it so harsh.” Julian rolled his eyes but for the first time that night Nightwing actually listened. His grin turned feral as he twirled the dagger in his grasp. “Alright. Now the fun can begin.” He lunged forward, dagger at the ready. Decapitation with a dagger would be harder than using a sword for decapitation but he would make it work. He had to. If not then Gotham was in trouble and they had enough trouble with normal f***ed up humans. Breathing hard Julian stumbled, barely bringing his dagger up to catch the mouth of the last ghoul. “Just you and me now. A solo dance? How cute: I’ll have to decline though. Not my type: I like them with pulses.” He snarled the last part, sweeping the legs out from under the ghoul. He fell with it: dagger making its way with its head over and over again until the ghoul once more laid silent underneath him. Ghoul blood stained his face and he nearly gagged. Yeah he could have dealt without that but the deed was done. Three once snarling ghouls were laid out in different areas of the cemetery grounds: silent. Two with their heads off their shoulders and one with mush for brains now. The one thing Julian absolutely hated about Ghouls: the brain had to be completely destroyed. Or the head cleaved right off its body. He slumped forward against a tombstone, breathing harsh in his ears. Adrenaline was running through his veins: loud in his ears. But not loud enough to not hear footsteps getting closer. Before he could spin around and get ready for whatever was heading his way a familiar face appeared before him. “Julian!” Immediately the other was looking him over. “Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you did they?” Julian frowned, wincing slightly at the unexpected sweeps of touches that the other was doing: making sure that he was perfectly fine. “I thought I told you to stay away.” “You did.” “Yet?” “I was worried, okay!? Fighting villains is one thing: fighting the supernatural that’s something else entirely.” Julian sighed, hands coming up to land on Nightwing’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Little Wing. I am fine. Nothing I am not use to. Remember, I’m a demon. This type of thing is something I do every day. Not ghouls particularly but I’m use to this.” He needed a shower: he could tell from how stiff he felt. “I need a shower.” He would return back to his hotel room and then head back home after a shower. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Julian grinned, “Aww. Are you starting to like me? How cute.” Teasing aside he gave him an actual smile “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it, Grayson.” “One day you’ll call me by my name.” “That’s the day you can actually brag and say a demon is your friend.” With that Julian turned on his heels, “Have a good night, Little Wing. Until the next time we meet.” “Good night, Julian. Stay out of trouble next time though.” “No promises!” 0 Comments

02/02/2022 06:19 PM  "I can sense you there" and "I have been through worse" FT. Boy Wonder Prompts: “I can sense you there.” And “I have been through worse” Featuring: Boy Wonder    He should have returned home by now. He should have been doing something else but instead here he was: bleeding in an alleyway in Gotham City. And of course with his luck he managed to run into one of those lunatics that city seemed to never be low on. Not that Julian was really complaining. Demon and all that. He enjoyed these ‘villains’ as the population loved to call them. Normally he would probably work with them but he had been in the middle of something and got on the wrong foot of said ‘villain’ and they had gotten a good shot in. The wound was almost closed by now but if anyone was to see him he was sure panic would be their first action. And he could not afford that. His eyes shot open as he sensed something. Something that had not been there in the first place. His fingers itched for the knife against his thigh but he kept his hands steady. “I can sense you there….So you might as well show yourself.” The sound of shuffling could be heard before feet hit the ground somewhere to his left. Julian pulled out his cigarettes, the familiar figure coming into view. He had met this “Bat family” that Gotham City did not know if they liked or hated half the damn time. Julian didn't care for them either way. Sometimes he helped cause chaos in the city but never took a life himself. Humans were too easy to kill. “You here to cause trouble this time?” Julian laughed, lighting up his cigarette and blowing smoke into Nightwing’s face as he took a drag. “Not this time. Although I am surprised to see you in Gotham. Heard you ran off to be your own real boy. But if you must know I’m being a ‘good boy’ this time around.” He smirked, waving down at his bloodied clothes. “Or as good as I can be.” Nightwing’s eyes narrowed, “You’re hurt?” “I’ve been through worse. Besides the amateur didn’t know how to hold a knife properly. It could have been worse if I’d been fighting someone competent.”  Julian eyed the boy before him. Man. Well everyone was a boy compared to Julian. “I’m surprised you’re asking questions first. Normally I’m blocking a hit.” “Yeah? Normally you’re helping someone that’s causing problems not leaning against a dirty alleyway wall.” Julian snickered, “Oh give me a few minutes and we can change that if you want to tussle with me so badly. That bored without my pretty face?” He smirked as he managed to get the other to laugh, “As boring as it is without you causing problems I will have to decline. I’m actually enjoying a quiet night.” Or as quiet as Gotham could be. Julian pushed off the wall, moving slowly towards the other male. “Pity. I enjoy our tussles.” “Yeah now who is missing who?” Julian arched a brow before shaking his head, “Well as touching as our reunions always are. I do have something I need to finish.” He went to move past Nightwing, frowning when the male stepped in his way. “What are you planning?” Julian would feel hurt if he was someone else but he understood the reasoning behind Nightwing’s words. Julian was a demon. Known for being harsh and cruel. Known for wanting to cause problems. For causing problems. Every time they ran into each other Julian was doing something he was not supposed to be doing. He understood the questioning but that did not mean it did not annoy him. “I’m being a good boy. No humans are in trouble. Not even your beloved villains have anything to worry about from me. I am here for something that was stolen and needs to be returned to its rightful place. No one will be hurt nor killed. I will defend myself if need be but there will be no deaths left behind this run.” He placed a hand on the other’s shoulder, leaning closer “You can tail me if you want. If that helps your precious bleeding heart to make sure I keep my promise of no deaths. Even though I've told you countless times that humans give me no problems so it's boring to kill them.” He finally moved past the other, tossing the butt of his cigarette and moving out of the alleyway. He didn’t need to see Nightwing to know the other would follow him. Didn’t mean Julian wouldn’t put on a show though: he always did like an audience. “Just stay out of my way. I would hate to accidentally harm a hair on that pretty head of yours.” Time to finish this mission and head on home. 0 Comments

02/02/2022 06:14 PM  "You're allowed to need help sometimes" FT. King Prompt: “You’re allowed to need help sometimes” Featuring: King // Mentions: Ash   Julian winced, his breath coming out in a hiss as he jerked his keys out of his pocket. His vision blurred for a second but he pushed it away. He was not going to collapse. He was not weak. Yes. He messed up. Got hurt. But he wouldn’t pass out. It took a few tries for him to get the key into the doorknob but when he finally did he breathed out a sigh of relief. Throwing the door open he stepped inside. A loud gasp filled his ears, causing Julian to quickly leap into action. One second he was in the doorway, the next he was across the room: arm slammed into his assilant’s throat and a snarl on his lips. Hands scrambled over his forearm, and it took a second for Julian to realise who exactly he had pinned against the wall. He quickly scrambled back, eyes wide. King gasped for air, hand coming to his throat as he coughed: not having expected the rough greeting. “Sh*t! King….Sorry man. Didn’t know it was you.” King waved it off, smiling softly “Don’t worry. I know it wasn’t personal.” Julian rolled his eyes, “One of these days you’re going to have to stop being so nice. And get angry.” King’s laugh was slightly raspy but it was a very welcomed sound, “Maybe another time. Are you okay?” The ‘I’m fine’ was on the tip of Julian’s tongue but the sound of blood still splattering the ground from a cut that had been deeper then he had expected it to be and was still bleeding was all the answer that was needed. It was either this or his head being decapitated from his shoulders. He would take the deep cut over that any day. “You’re allowed to need help sometimes, Julian.” Julian snickered, “No I mean have you met Ash?” King’s brow furrowed as he frowned but Julian was moving past him before he could say anything. “Well? Come on then. Might as well make yourself useful at the moment if you’re volunteering.” He didn’t wait for the other, moving further into the apartment and towards his bedroom. He wasted no time pulling off his shirt, wincing as it caught on the wound. It was ruined. King’s eyes were diverted to the side and Julian rolled his own. “King….If you are going to help me you have to look at me.” He folded his arms, “Now stop acting as if you’ve never seen a guy without a shirt on.” King moved towards Julian who had taken a seat at his desk. “Oooh. That looks bad.” King whispered, fingers gently reaching out to touch Julian. “Yeah well he was aiming for my head. I managed to escape decapitation but not this. It’s nothing really. Just another scar.” To add to the many that he already had. King’s eyes were wide as he stared at Julian, “What!?” Julian winced at how high-pitched the almost shriek was. “F*** King. Not so loud.” His head was already pounding as it was. “Sorry. Sorry.” King proceeded to take the first aid kit that Julian was shoving into his hands. “I forget that you’re….well not human. And you do things like this every day.” “Every other day when I’m not saving your ass.”  King’s mock glare almost had Julian laughing but he kept still: letting the other clean the wound before moving to bandage it up. “You need to be more careful, Julian.” Julian bit his tongue, tasting blood. He couldn’t. If Ash called. If the Lucifer called. He would need to put himself back in danger. He wasn’t human. But no matter how many times he had this argument with King, he would always go back to the whole being careful thing. There was only so much Julian could do: would be willing to do. If hurting himself would save others: well he would do it over and over again. King couldn’t understand that. Julian did not blame him. “I’ll try, King. That’s all I can say.” King sighed, hand coming to rest on Julian’s forearm, “I suppose that’s the best I’ll get?” When Julian nodded, King’s gaze fell onto his bandaged chest. “I worry about you…..A lot.” Julian shifted uncomfortable with the conversation but he wasn’t going to shoot King down. “I keep thinking one of these days I won’t see you again….I won't know what happened to you. Or Ash will show up.” King’s swallowed hard, “Or…Or one of these days when you’re protecting me you’ll get hurt more then usual and.” Julian reached forward, “Hey.” His voice was soft yet firm as he cut King off as he was gently forcing the other to look at him. His thumb brushed over a few tears that managed to escape from King’s eyes. “I can’t promise you that I won’t put myself in danger if it means you will continue to survive and go on with your life. Or Lucifer. Hell even Ash as much as I hate the man half the time.” He lowered his arms, “I know you want me to promise but I can’t.” King sighed, rubbing his eyes “I know. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting you to do it anyways. Even if I know it’ll be a lie.” Julian shook his head, “You know I won’t lie to you. I’ve never done it before and I won’t start now.” He stood up, wincing slightly as he stretched and it pulled at the healing wound. “You hungry? Because I am starving.” King shook his head, “Nice subject change there.” Julian blinked, “Subject change? I don’t know what you are talking about.” He grinned, heading into his closet to pick out another shirt and pull it on. “I’m thinking chinese. I’m sure they have some ‘healthy’ choices for you.” King rolled his eyes, “Oh screw you.” 0 Comments

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