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I'm starting to think you want to get killed FT. King
Prompt: I’m starting to think you want to get killed Features: King // Mentions: D Λ Я K Anger filled Julian’s body. Making him see red. Grit his teeth until they hurt. And he could swear that he felt a vein in his forehead pulse in time with his heartbeat. King had been attacked again but this time the idiot had leapt in front of Julian when the other demon got the upper hand on him. Putting himself in even more danger. That pissed Julian off and he had easily overpowered the other demon before whisking King away to his apartment. Now King sat on his bed, Julian in front of him as he dealt with the wound that had been inflicted. Claw marks were a bitch. “You f***ing idiot.” Not for the first time Julian growled out the words: being a bit on the ungentle side with the other but he was pissed. “I’m starting to think you want to get killed.” He glared, “I told you to run. Not to harm yourself. Not to jump in front of me. Run! Not defend.” He felt the other flinch under his hands but Julian finished up and moved away. “Luckily for you they weren’t deep and just superficial. Some make up and it should look like nothing ever happened.” “Julian.” Julian spun, glaring at the other male. “No. Do not Julian me!” He stalked forward, leaning into King’s space to the point where King had to brace himself on his hands on the bed. “Next time I say run you do exactly what I tell you. You are too damn important to be hurt or killed. Especially for someone like me. I’m not worth it.”
Julian went to move away but King moved forward quickly: grabbing ahold of Julian’s wrist. “That’s wrong! You are worth it.” Julian froze, eyes locked on a space to King’s left as King gently squeezed his wrist. “You’re worth protecting…even dying for.” King’s voice was soft. Filled with something that took a moment for Julian to put a name to. Tears. He was holding them back but Julian could hear it in his voice, feel it in the slight shake of fingers against his wrist. Would probably see them gathering in King’s eyes if Julian was looking at King instead of everywhere else. “I don’t know your past….with Ash or with anyone else. I don’t know what you have had to endure. I don’t know any of that but I do know that you are my friend. And I won’t let you get hurt for me anymore. You’re always protecting me. Helping me. I….I wanted to do that for you too.” Julian swallowed, eyes closing. “And I won’t have my friend talking bad about himself either. Okay?” The fingers disappeared and Julian was finally able to pull away. To breath. He rubbed at the back of his neck, “You’re a strange one King….Befriending a demon. One raised to be emotionally stunted like his dear old pops.”
It was rare for Julian to refer to Ash as such but essentially the man was his father since he did not know the one who did help create him. King began to slightly kick his feet, leaning back on his hands as he watched the other. The tears from earlier gone. Wiped away by his own hands. Julian caught his gaze, “But don’t put yourself in danger. I protect you because I want to…..because you’re my.” The words trailed off, getting stuck in his throat. He cleared it, pushing forward “You’re my friend.” That was a lot harder than Julian had thought it would be to say but he finally said it. And he meant it. King was his friend. His first. He moved towards the balcony, fingers itching for a cigarette. King bounded up from the bed and moved to stand in front of the door. Julian stopped, eyeing him as he watched the other shift from one foot to the next before smiling. Whatever he had been searching Julian’s face for he seemed to have found it. Julian knew his face showed the confusion because King laughed, clamping a hand onto his shoulder. “You’re stuck with me now. You admitted that you like me.” Julian laughed, “Oh whatever will I do.” And just like that King made the once stifling atmosphere bright again. He really was something else. After all not every day you made friends with people like Julian.
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