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08/21/2022 08:27 PM  "What do you mean you're fine? You are not fine!" prompt Prompt: “What do you mean you’re fine? You are not fine!” Featuring: “boy wonder” // Mentions: Heart of Gold and Morningstar Julian hated Bludhaven. With a fiery passion. He was never coming here again. Of course it was a lie that Julian repeated to himself every single time he appeared in the city as infested with supernatural darkness as it was with idiots who thought they could get one over the masked vigilante that traversed the city. He thought L.A was bad and while it was, Bludhaven seemed to be just as infested. How the ex-boy wonder never ran into them before their first encounter, he wouldn’t know nor did he care to think about. Not while his vision blurred and he found himself leaning heavily against a dirty and very cold alleyway wall. As rare as it was for Julian to get caught unaware, this time he did. But he wasn’t really surprised. Seemed he was on the sh*t list of a few angels. He wondered why. A flash of King’s smiling face appeared but he pushed it away. He couldn’t think of King right now. Not when he was bleeding. And it wouldn’t stop. Sh*t. Must have been a holy weapon then. He hated how even though half-angel those bastard’s weapons hurt just as much as it would without that blood tainting his body. This would take forever to heal and it would leave a nasty scar. And it stung like a bitch. They really wanted him dead. He’d have to let Lucifer know in case of something going wrong. Couldn’t leave King without protection and Lucifer was someone he trusted to do that if Julian were ever to be taken out permanently. “F***!” Yep. He hated Bludhaven. Hated angels. Hated everything right now. His fingers curled around the cellular device in his pocket. He couldn’t die here. King needed him. He couldn’t let that ball of sunshine ever dim because of him. He wasn’t worth it. Not at all. Even if King tried telling him all the time that he was worth way more then he gave himself credit for. He was nothing but a weapon. Made to kill. His hands were covered in more blood then a cultist during a ritual. He was a monster. There was no way around it. No matter how much King said otherwise. He stumbled forward, landing heavily on one knee: breath coming out harsher than it should as pain flared up. His vision blacked out for a second. He almost pitched forward, welcoming the darkness that was threading its way through his vision. Arms around him, stopped him from kissing the ground. It took a moment for the voice to register in his ears: even while he tried to blink and get the three different Nightwings to just turn into the one who was most likely saying his name. “Julian!” He winced as the loud call of his name finally penetrated the fog that was taking over his mind. “I’m fine.” His words were slurred but it seemed the vigilante currently holding him upright had heard. That or he became a mind-reader without Julian realizing it. “What do you mean, you’re fine? You’re not fine!” Julian couldn’t help but chuckle, not liking how wet it sounded. He could taste blood in his mouth, could feel a trickle of it slipping down his chin. “You sound like King.” It was the last thing he remembered, letting the darkness that was enveloping him to finally encase him whole. If only he had said goodbye to King before he left was the last thought he could remember having. He hadn’t expected to wake up. Thought it had been the end for him. But he did. His eyes slowly blinked open, the light streaming in from a nearby window almost blinding him. He tried to move, hissing sharply at the pain that flared through his body. Right. Holy weapon. Well he wasn’t dead at least. Maybe being half-angel was good for something. Still hurt like a bitch. He turned his head, taking in the familiar area that was Nightwing’s living room. He lifted a hand, running his fingers lightly over the bandage that was tight around his chest, winding down his abdomen: coming to an abrupt stop at his pant line. His shirt had been ruined during the fight so he wasn’t surprised to see it gone. That and it probably was easier to change bandages on an unconscious body if there was nothing getting in the way. He wondered if his jacket had made it. He liked that jacket. He’d be pissed if it was ruined. Movement above his head had Julian almost jerking upright. It was the pain that stopped him halfway, almost tilting off the couch in the process with the pain if not for a familiar body appearing beside him. “Careful Julian.” It took a second for Julian to register that the ex-boy wonder was beside him. And that he was wearing civilian clothes. He blinked, not fighting against the other as he gently pushed him back down. “What?” He blinked again, before shaking his head. “Nothing. I’m just not use to you outside of your costume.” The other male huffed, “It’s a suit not a costume.” It hurt to laugh but Julian couldn’t stop the slight snicker that escaped. “Same thing really.” “Absolutely not! Costume implies I’m a child playing dress up.” Julian bit his tongue before he said anything else. Well D*ck was a child compared to Julian but he was more wanting to know how long he’d been out. “How long have I been out?” “About a week.” He shot up, ignoring the pain. F***! King must be worried. “Sh*t! I need my phone.” “Whoa. Whoa. Calm down. I’ve already talked to your friend.” Julian’s eyes narrowed, reaching forward and grabbing D*ck’s shirt: jerking him closer. “What did you say?” D*ck had been trustful so far but when it came to King, he didn’t trust anyone but Ash and Lucifer. “Whoa! I only told him the truth. That you were hurt but I had you. Told him I’d give him updates every day. Which I have. I can see why you speak so highly of him.” Julian huffed, letting go of the other’s shirt: arms folded “I do not speak highly of him.” He ignored the look of skeptic that D*ck threw his way, instead trying to push himself off of the couch. “Wait. Where are you trying to go?” Julian tried pushing through but the gentle hand on his chest had him looking down at it. “I told you. I need my phone.” D*ck sighed, gently pushing him back. “You don’t have to move for that. I can get it. Besides you doing all this moving is just going to ruin all my hard work of keeping you alive.” He huffed but leaned back, snatching the phone as soon as it was close to him: already pressing King’s name as soon as he saw it. He brought the phone to his ear, ignoring the look the other male gave him. It didn’t even finish its first ring before King was answering, breathless as if he had been just waiting for the call. Probably was knowing him. He couldn’t get a word out before the gush of questions was being brought up. Was he okay? What happened? Who did it? Should he call Ash and tell him? Who was the guy giving him updates? How did he meet him? Where was he? It was giving him a headache. “King….King.” Of course he wasn’t listening, getting himself worked up over Julian as usual. “King!” Finally that caught his attention and the other side of the line went quiet. “Calm down. I’m fine. I’ll tell you everything when I get home. Seems some angels have me on their sh*t list but DO NOT worry about that. That’s my thing to deal with. Do not call Ash. For the love of the devil do NOT call Ash. Last thing I need is my father telling me I screwed up and need to pay more attention, thank you very much. Besides Ash would do something as payback and I’d rather not have to deal with that backlash from Lucifer. Grayson is an acquaintance.” He frowned at the teasing question on the other end. “Yes. I said it right. An acquaintance not a friend. I don’t like humans….you’re the only exception now shut up. I’ll tell you all about him when I get home. I’m in a city called Bludhaven. I’m coming home now. So stop worrying because I know you’re making yourself sick with it. I’m alive and well. Get some damn rest, and lay the phone down. Take care of Mama Kingsley and yourself. I will be back home in a day or two. And go to work: just because you are popular at Euphoria doesn’t mean you should be skipping days even if you’ve got everyone there wrapped around your finger.” He sighed, “Yes King. I’ll be careful on the way home. You stay out of trouble and for the love of Lucifer, watch your damn surroundings. Bye” He pulled the phone down, ending the call before looking back at the ex-boy wonder. “What are you looking at?” Something said he didn’t want to hear what got D*ck looking at him like that. “Even though you sounded grumpy I could see you smiling. You still are. Nice to know you have emotions other than brooding, boredom and anger.” Julian huffed, quickly schooling his face into a blank look. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Sure you didn’t suffer from blood loss or something.” He looked away, willing himself not to show his embarrassment to the other male. “On a different note though Julian. Stay another night. It’s getting late.” Julian wanted to argue but he couldn’t. “Yeah well I’m going to have to catch a flight out. Holy weapons take a lot out of me so I’m not going to be able to get home any other way. Guess you’ll have to look at my handsome face one more night.” Julian leaned back, a smirk on his lips. “Speaking of handsome. I noticed a certain Silver Strand isn’t here. Upset that you have another man in your house?” There it was. The blush and the sputtering. Julian laughed. Two people could play the teasing card. “Oh by the way. Thanks. I probably wouldn’t be alive if not for you so…..I appreciate it.” “Don’t mention it, Julian.” One more night of resting, a flight home as early as he could get it. Time to go home. He’d missed too much being unconscious. 0 Comments

08/21/2022 07:58 PM  Stranger Things “Julian.” The voice behind him was a surprise. He didn’t expect Lucifer to come to him. It was always the other way around. Julian being summoned for the newest breaking news that he had to take care of. Whatever had happened must be important if his Lord was here. Or at least it was worrisome enough to warrant a visit. “Fancy seeing you above ground.” Julian turned, cigarette held loosely inbetween two fingers. His gaze roamed over the figure before him, bringing the cigarette up to his lips to take a drag, waiting for whatever Lucifer was up here to tell him. “I have a…mission so to speak for you to do.” That wasn’t surprising. Lucifer never just visited him. Julian huffed, “Aw and here I thought the Devil deemed me important enough just to visit. Breaking my heart here Luci.” Tossing the butt of his cigarette away, he moved closer. “So what is it this time?” Did another demon escape? It was rare but it had happened once or twice. “I have a bunch of dead people.” Julian shifted, a brow arched. That wasn’t abnormal. Natural disasters happened and a lot of people were destined for Hell. “Oh no. A bunch of dead people. Destined for Hell. Whatever will we do?” Lucifer’s eyes flashed red before he was moving, grasping Julian by the chin and jerking him closer: fingers already bruising. “Enough Julian. This is not a joke. I would appreciate a bit more respect when speaking to me.” Julian winced, ignoring that reflexive urge to jerk away or throw a punch. It would not end well. “Okay. Damn whatever this is must really be bad.” Satisfied that Julian was properly reprimanded he let go and took a step back. “So a lot of dead people?” “Yes.” Lucifer straightened his suit, allowing Julian to move further away. Rubbing at his chin, Julian waited for his orders. “Normally I do not care if a bunch of people appeared in Hell but when they weren’t /destined/ to die it becomes a problem.” So a bunch of people who weren’t suppose to die had died before their time? That said something unnatural. Supernatural even. “I get it. So I’m to what….make sure it’s not one of ours f***ing around where they shouldn’t be?” Julian didn’t see why it was really a problem. Less humans in the world wasn’t a bad thing. There was an overpopulation problem anyways. “I have a soul blathering on about a cult. Doubtful that has absolutely anything to do with it. Most likely wasn’t a cult at all. Small backwards towns blame everything on witch hunts and Satan worshipers.” Ooh. The classic ‘Satan worshippers did it’ gag. Humans. They were never original. Although there were a time or two that they were right but not this time. “Where am I going? And what exactly do you want me to do?” If he wanted Julian to help it wasn’t going to go well. Julian did not care for whatever place Lucifer was sending him to. “Hawkins, Indiana. A little town. But I’ve been hearing a few things. Demons keep out of it. Says it feels off.” That…That was surprising to hear. Demons thrived on places that felt off. It was good stomping grounds if that feeling came with a place. “That’s…not normal.” Julian’s posture changed at the acknowledgment. He went from having his hands in his pockets and barely listening to standing up straight: arms folded across his chest while the fingers on his right hand twitched for a cigarette. His full attention now on Lucifer, eyes narrowed in thought. “News is blaming an earthquake” Julian wondered if it was a government clean up job. Or at least the Government was keeping it under wraps. Either one wasn’t good. Or any of Julian’s business. But that was why he was being sent to this small backwards town. He wouldn’t get involved. Wouldn’t care. He’d go in, get whatever information Lucifer wanted and would leave. “Careful Julian.” Julian blinked, Lucifer’s voice bringing him out of his thoughts. “What?” He shrugged at the glare that Lucifer gave him. So he hadn’t been listening as well as he should have been. It was normal behavior really. “I said this is not looking to be a normal thing. Be careful. This town has been off for years. And all it takes is one wrong move and this town or what is left of it might just try to tie a noose around your neck.” Julian snorted, “Oh I never do mind a little kinky behavior. But that would make my observations a bit harder to do. So if it’s something troublesome I am suspecting you want me to deal with it?” Lucifer shook his head, “Unless it’s going to cause problems for Hell then no. Just figure out what is going on, report back. And Julian….do not get involved.” “Me? Involved with something that is killing humans? Why I would never and quite frankly I am appalled that you would insinuate that I would do anything helpful.” Maybe hurtful if Julian was in the mood. Lucifer didn’t even deem Julian with a goodbye. One minute he was there and the next gone. “Well f*** you too, d*ckhead.” So he was to see what was going on. Make sure it wouldn’t cause problems for Hell. Leave and then report back to Lucifer in Hell. Well that was an easy mission. Anyone could do it. So why did Lucifer specifically come /to/ Julian? Whatever this thing was Julian couldn’t help but wonder about it. Maybe he would do something. Not helpful obviously but something. Anywhere that can keep even demons away was a place Julian was curious about. Maybe that was why Lucifer specifically told Julian NOT to get involved and why he was asking Julian to go. He wouldn’t half-ass this job. He rummaged in his pocket for his cigarettes, popping one between his lips before tossing the now empty package away. This was going to be fun. He shifted, fussing with his lighter until it finally gave him the flame that he needed: taking the time to breathe in before he was flicking his lighter back into his pocket. “Alright Hawkins. Let’s see what you are going to have in store for me. I do hope it’s something interesting or this is going to get boring real quickly.” 0 Comments

08/21/2022 07:56 PM  "It's truly a wonder that you're still alive" prompt Prompt: “It’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive” Featuring: “boy wonder” “You’re heavier then you look.” Julian grunted, heaving the body of an almost unconscious ex-boy wonder into his home. This visit to Bludhaven was supposed to be in and out. Like so many others. But always something came up and he stayed longer then he was planning on. This time he hadn’t planned nothing but a straight shot through the city but of course he’d run into some trouble. Well he ran into Nightwing who was in trouble. He could have kept moving. After all the other male wasn’t his friend. They were acquaintances that the ex-boy wonder could contact in case of a supernatural emergency. He could have kept moving but instead he took care of the situation and was now dragging the other male through his home to toss into a chair. The other male let out a harsh gasp, hand cradling his right side as he tried glaring through half-lidded eyes at Julian. “Careful. If this is how you treat your friends I don’t want to see how you treat your enemies.” Julian rolled his eyes, dragging Nightwing to sit up as he eyed the male before him, “Not friends. Acquaintances.”  He ignored the look Nightwing was trying to give him. “You know….It’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive. Now get out of that suit so I can patch you up. And here I thought these suits were supposed to stop knives. Or is it just fashion statements now you’re trying to make?” He moved to leave and find the first aid kit he was sure D*ck had, the other male was speaking: words a bit slurred but still able to hear. “If you wanted to see my body all you had to do was ask.” Julian snickered, throwing a glance over his shoulder “And have Silver Strand trying for my head? I think not.” He slipped out and returned a few moments later with a sorry excuse for a first aid kit and a washcloth that he had found. “Seriously? A few Band-Aids, a limp wad of gauze and some alcohol. That’s all you have? Just how many times do you come home looking like you lost a few rounds every few minutes?” This wasn’t going to do. “Kitchen.” Julian paused in the middle of leaving the room again. “Under the sink. That one was restocked recently.” Ah. Of course. More than one space to hide a kit. Smart man. Slipping into the kitchen he rummaged under the sink, coming up with the thankfully stocked kit. “Well then.” By the time he got back to D*ck, the man’s suit was already down enough to give Julian access to his wounds and still be decent in case of anything else deciding to go wrong tonight. Julian pulled up another chair, opening up the kit from the bathroom and pulling out the alcohol to wet the washcloth. First clean the wounds. Then access the wounds to make sure they wouldn’t become infected. Last but not least bandage the wound. Julian wasn’t use to doing this to anyone else. Himself though was a different story so this was a little weird for him but he focused on the task at hand. “It’s going to burn,” was the only warning the other male got before he was carefully pressing the washcloth against the other’s skin. A sharp hiss almost had Julian apologizing but he did warn him. That and Julian never apologized….well unless that person’s name was King. He pushed that thought away to focus on making sure the other male before him was going to be fine. “So…..Here I thought you had experience.” “Ha ha. Very funny. Sometimes they get the drop on me, you know. We can’t all be badass demons like you.” Julian shrugged. That was true. Not that Julian never got hurt. He had the scars to prove it. But the less the other male knew about it the better. “Yeah well….Lucky I decided to do my civil duty and save you. Because this could have gotten a bit nastier then it already had. At least it’s stopped bleeding. You’ll make a full recovery just be a bit more careful.” He ignored the other in favor of the wound but he could tell the other had a small almost smirk on his face. “Aw you do care.” Julian pressed down a bit more then he had to, causing the other to jerk back. “F***!” Julian briefly looked up, “Oops?” He tossed the washcloth to the side, rummaging in the kit for a gauze pad and some tape to keep it there. “Next time…less talking.” The other male huffed, moving to cross his arms but deciding against it with one look from Julian. “You’re an a**hole.” Fair. And true. Once he was sure that his work was satisfactory enough he sat backwards. “I suggest food then get some sleep. And maybe cut back on the patrol for a day or two. Also keep a better eye on your surroundings. One day you won’t have someone there to save you. And I’m sure a lot of people would miss you.” He ignored D*ck in order to clean up the little mess that he made. “Does that include you?” He froze, looking up, “Include me in what?” “Missing me?” Julian bit his tongue to keep his original quip from coming out before he thought about it for a moment. Would he miss the ex-boy wonder if he were to up and die? “Not in the way that you would think. I’d miss messing with you.” It was the closest that he was going to say that he actually liked the male before him. Enough that he would miss him even if only slightly should anything happen. “I knew it….You like me. It’s okay to admit.” Julian rolled his eyes, “I’m going to hit you…..Now as fun as this was I do have to get moving. Got a prophet and all that to get back home to.” King was already going to be on his case about being home later then he promised that he would be. “Goodbye, ex-boy wonder. Always a pleasure to see you and all that polite sh*t you say to those you know.” He turned, ready to leave when D*ck spoke up. “Hey Julian.” He stopped, looking back: a brow raised in silent question. “Thank you.” Julian turned to keep the smile away from the other’s gaze. “Yeah sure. Don’t mention it.” Slipping out of the room, he pulled his phone out and sent a quick message to King. Time to go home now. 0 Comments

08/21/2022 07:33 PM  "I had a nightmare" Ft. King Prompt: I had a nightmare Featuring: King Lately it had been quiet for Julian. No needing to watch a certain prophet. No having to do whatever Lucifer thought was interesting and liked to drag Julian behind him. No Ash bothering him. Just quiet. A normal person wouldn’t think twice but not Julian. It was like the calm before the storm. Something was going to happen. And it usually meant more work than usual for him. Also it most likely would involve King. Maybe he should go check up on the unlucky prophet. Just to make sure he was fine. He didn’t work tonight so he would be home. Which was just as safe as Julian’s place but still. He couldn’t help but worry. King even when he was trying to be safe always seemed to attract trouble. Be it because the man was oblivious to danger or because of the unfortunate status of prophet but either way King was a full time job in itself. The brat had wormed his way into Julian’s chest. With a huff Julian was standing up: snatching his phone off of the charger and heading towards the door. Damn that King. Just a quick check up. That’s all Julian was going to do. As soon as his front door was closed and the key was turning to lock it, his phone rang. He knew it before even looking at his phone. King was the only one he put a ringtone for. The others that would call him had the standard. He was immediately moving, phone to his ear a second later. “I’m on my way.” The words were out before the other could so much as speak, but the sound of sniffling had him pausing. “King? You okay? Are you hurt?” Damn it. He knew he should have left earlier to check up on him. If King was hurt, Julian was going to take his time killing whatever it was after him. He wasn’t typically one for torture but it wasn’t beneath him to do if it came down to it. And he would do it for King. Although he wouldn’t tell the man that. “King? What happened?” He was about ready to just say screw it when King finally spoke. “Sorry. I just….I had a nightmare.” Julian sighed, that feeling of something constricting his chest disappearing at the words. “I’m on my way.” He wouldn’t take no for an answer and King knew that but it didn’t stop him from trying. “What? It’s just a nightmare. No need to come here.” “Be there in 30. Make sure the doors unlocked. I’ll be quiet because I am sure Mama Kingsley is sleeping.” He didn’t give King any time to argue as he hung up the phone and slipped into the elevator that would take him to down to his car. This way it would help both of them sleep. That and Julian hadn’t had a good Kingsley home-cooked meal in a while. Sleep and food in the morning? It was a win-win for Julian in his eyes. Besides he knew how King got after nightmares: and as King’s friend he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he knew the other male was fine. Besides he had to make sure if King’s nightmare was actually a nightmare and not something more. Something that Julian would have to worry about. It was always a 50/50 chance that it could go either way. Stopping in front of King’s front door, he pulled out his phone. He sent a quick ‘Here’ that way King wouldn’t freak out when he heard the door open and close. He needed to make sure that he kept quiet enough not to wake up the sleeping woman. He did stop briefly at her door, listening for any sounds that weren’t normal. When he was satisfied with that he finally slipped inside King’s room. “You didn’t have to come.” Julian arched a brow, leaning against the now closed bedroom door. “I was already on my way.” At the frown he pushed off the door and moved towards the bed. “Nothing is wrong. I just….couldn’t sleep. So I thought I would bother you.” It was a lie of course. Well not the whole not being able to sleep thing. That was true. He hadn’t been planning on just coming here to bother King but he’d rather not admit out loud that he had been worried. It didn’t look good for his reputation as this big bag demon. Although King did know that he had Julian wrapped around his finger but still: no need to announce it to the world. The bed dipped slightly with the added weight of Julian but King didn’t move away. Instead he leaned in, his head finding Julian’s shoulder. Slipping an arm around the other male to keep him from falling, Julian sighed “So…We sure it’s a nightmare and not a vision yet to come true?” King shivered, pressing closer “I hope not. It involved you.” That didn’t sound good. “Did I kill someone?” He held the other tighter as he heard King let out a sound that said he was about to cry again. “Hey. King. What was it?” King suddenly pulled away, turning to face Julian: tears already making their way down his face again. Sh*t. Julian didn’t know what to do. His fingers twitched as if he was going to wipe away the tears. He still didn’t know what to do when King cried. It always caught him off guard. Especially when it was because of Julian. He was worth the tears but last time he tried saying anything like that King actually got upset with him. “King…What happened in this nightmare?” He watched as King opened and closed his mouth a few times, not knowing where to start. Finally he wiped at his eyes, trying to stop the tears that were falling but it wasn’t helping. Julian was going to move forward and take King’s face in his hands to get the other to at least look at him when King finally spoke. “I couldn’t see what did it but you were bleeding.” That didn’t narrow it down. A lot of things could make him bleed: if they got a lucky shot on him. “I couldn’t. It wouldn’t. Julian.” Finally he moved, gently taking King’s hands in his to pull them away from his eyes, holding them as he shifted so King was looking at him. “I’m guessing I was dying?” At the nod, Julian sighed. If it was a vision then the list of what could catch him off guard enough to get a good hit on him went down to a select few. He wasn’t going to say that to King though: didn’t want to upset him anymore then he already was. “There was so much blood…and you weren’t healing. And there wasn’t anything I could do. I could only watch and then…and then you just.” Julian couldn’t do nothing anymore, he shifted forward: grabbing King by his shoulders and pulling him closer. The hug wasn’t the best thing he could give: it was actually quite uncomfortable with how they were sitting but it would have to do for now. “Okay. That’s enough.” Hands fisted into his shirt, Julian allowed the other to cry. To muffle it against his shoulder so to not wake up the sleeping woman not far from them. “It’s okay. I’m here. It takes a lot to kill me.” Julian whispered into King’s hair, shifting to pull him even closer. “I’m not going to die on you.” If it was the last thing he ever did Julian would make sure of that. He wouldn’t put King through that heartache. He’d still be upset if Julian died but for him to die in front of King? That trauma Julian would never put on him. He vowed that promise to himself. King would never have to witness his death. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that until he could feel King relaxing. Eyes red and slightly puffy, Julian shifted them both towards the top of the bed. “Come on. Time for you to get some more sleep.” King clung tightly to him, shaking his head. “I’m not leaving King. I’ll stay here while you sleep. Keep you company in case of anymore nightmares but you need to sleep. Because I’m expecting breakfast when I wake up.” For the first time since the phone call King laughed. Good. Laughing suited King way more than crying did. Especially when the crying was done on behalf of Julian. What King ever saw in him as a friend, Julian would never know. He had never thought of himself as anything other than a weapon. One that was damn good at its job.  But then King came along and everything changed. Julian still didn’t know if he liked it or not. Either way it seemed like Julian was stuck with King but while he would complain about it: he wouldn’t have it any other way. The brat had wormed his way into Julian’s life and his heart. Or what was left of it. 0 Comments

07/02/2022 10:57 PM  "You don't understand" Ft. "boy wonder" Prompt: You don’t understand (Because let’s face it D*ck and Julian would bond over their “father figures”) Featuring: “boy wonder” // Mentions: Dark and King   OOC: Was supposed to do angsty but eh f*** it lol. Since the first night of breaking into the old boy wonder’s home in Bludhaven it became a thing that Julian did every time he was passing through. Or the rare times that he actually stayed in the city to hunt whatever supernatural creature decided to try making it's home in the city. At first it was just because it was easier to let the other male /know/ he was in town so they wouldn’t have a repeat of their first meeting when he’d come to deal with a wraith. Later it was because Julian found himself more interested in the man. He wouldn’t call D*ck a friend….more like someone that could be helpful in a pinch. The enemies of your enemies are your friends or some sh*t like that. He’d been in Bludhaven for a few days before he had decided to let D*ck know that the newest raise in murders wasn’t caused by the humans but by his own demon kind who had been rebelling for a lack of a better word since Lucifer up and abandoned them to their own devices. Lucifer still kept tabs on those that would cause trouble so he'd slipped Julian some information and sent him there to take care of it. Slipping through the streets, silent as can be he made his way down the now familiar streets and to where Nightwing called home. Easily scaling up to the window that would let him in, he was surprised at how dark it was in the home. He knew the other male was there: Julian had been patrolling the streets and had not run into him at all so he had to be home. Normally a light was on in wherever the old boy wonder but nothing. Slipping inside, his hand immediately went to the dagger always strapped to his hip: contemplating if he should call out to the male or not. He was just about to call the other’s name when he noticed the male in question. Well didn’t he look like sh*t.  “You know I’ve seen ghouls with more life then you.” Julian wasted no time making himself comfortable on the couch that D*ck seemed to be. He could see the light that came from the phone on the table that was silently vibrating in front of them. “So I heard there’s trouble in the Gotham family. Surprised you’re here and not there playing medium or some good guy bullsh*t like that.” He got comfortable, feet coming up to rest on the table, crossed at the ankles. “You don’t understand.” Julian snorted, moving to lean his head back as he looked over at the other. “What? About sh*tty fathers? Family members that were once strong and broke apart due to things? A dead person brought back to life?” He shrugged, “I’ll admit the second two I have no clue about. Never had a family. Heaven wants to smite me for being demon filth. Demons want to either use me because of who I personally know or want to torture and kill me just for existing. And people I kill or are killed around me tend to stay dead.” He paused, “Well except for that one time when the person came back as a ghoul.” He was getting off track and he knew it. “But that first one? I understand. Do you know who my father is?” “You have a father?” Julian stared blankly at the other, watching the corners of the other male’s mouth quirk up in a slight smile. To show that he was being teased. “Well he’s more of a father figure. He didn’t create me but he raised me. So he’s the closest I got to it. He’s a d*ck though….I mean King’s soften him up but still a d*ck. I didn’t start seeing him as anything but an a**hole until recently: part of being softened up I guess.” He fell silent for a moment. It was one thing to mention Ash but to actively talk to someone that Julian didn’t see as a friend (although a voice that suspiciously sounded a lot like King said that D*ck was indeed a friend, which could just go away right this very instant thank you very much) about Ash was another thing altogether. But once again the phone lit up and the name that popped up as both male’s looked straight at it told Julian just to shut up and talk. Maybe it would help. There he was being influenced by King without the pain in the ass being there in person. Again. “I was raised by Lust. And no I am not talking figurative here. I mean literally. One of the Seven Deadly sins Lust. Asmodeus.” He laughed, watching the wide-eyed look of the other. “Yeah I’m not just a random mill of the demon, now close your mouth before something flies in there.” He chuckled, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together in front of his as he sighed, “But it wasn’t all roses and sunshine. Some of my scars were given to me by him. When I failed. When I showed too much emotion. Sure I could be like ‘Oh he didn’t have the greatest example to go by’ or ‘That’s just because of who he is’ or some other bullsh*t that I am sure you’ve probably given yourself over the years since getting out from underneath the Bat’s shadow.” He watched the phone once again light up before he was reaching forward to turn the whole phone off, D*ck not even moving to stop him. “Now the Bat has nothing on Ash. He’s a saint compared to the a**hole who raised me. Ash could kill me without blinking an eye. Without lifting a single finger. Wouldn’t have to get dirty at all. Only reason he hadn’t so far was because I guess he saw potential in me.” He fell silent for a single heartbeat, “Or maybe he sees something of himself in me. Being who we are. What we are. I don’t know. Lately he’s been giving mixed signals. I think it has something to do with that pain in the ass we both know.” Definitely was King’s doing. “I don’t know what exactly is going on in Gotham or in the infamous Bat family but whatever it is seems really important if all those ignored phone calls are to go by. Maybe he wants to talk. Or maybe he wants to bark orders. But I do know one thing: if it’s the latter well then tell him to go f*** himself. And say it from your chest.” He thumped him once for good measure, grinning when D*ck swatted back at him. He leaned back, letting the silence fill the room as he watched D*ck out of the corner of his eyes. “So….Guess you do like me after all, Jules.” Julian rolled his eyes, “I actually came here to warn you about some of my lovely “brethren” who have crawled their way through brim and brimstone and just happened to catch you moping. Don’t think you’re special or anything.” "Yeah. Okay Jules."  0 Comments

06/18/2022 07:12 PM  This is a joke, right? Right?" Ft. King Prompt: This is a joke, right? Right? Featuring: King // Mentions: Dark Julian was use to King being in trouble. He was a neon f***ing billboard for the sh*t. The very air around him seemed to screamed ‘Fresh meat.’ Everything in the damn state could and most likely even had or tried to come after him. Another thing Julian was used to was being there in the thick of things. Sometimes putting himself literally in the way and getting hurt. Other times those that thought King an easy mark turned tail or had been taken care of permanently and used as an example to others. He was used to all that. What he wasn’t used to was being the very reason that King was in danger. He should have though. After all Julian wasn’t just some random demon who had run into King one day and thought ‘Hey. This one’s mine.’ No he was an abomination. Something that should have never been born. Half angel. Half demon. Created through an act of sin against God. His mother had been struck down and his father disappeared. To make matters worse he had been raised by Ash. Lust himself. And King was a prophet of the Lord. Not to be corrupted by the filth that Hell produced and spit out. Their friendship was a slight on Heaven and all its kind. Julian thought if anyone would be under attack it would be Julian but that wasn’t the case. They expected better from King. To put so much damn pressure on the man in the first place pissed Julian off. King had never asked for all this. Hadn’t ASKED to be a Prophet of the Lord. He suffered because of it daily yet hid it behind a smile. Angels and God acted as if being a Prophet was the greatest honor a human being could be. And THEY called demons cruel.  Angels pretended to be this benevolent things but in reality they were worse than demons in some regards. Yet they acted better. Like they were higher than thou. If only mortals knew exactly what kind of cruel beings angels were they would be highly disappointed. King deserved better. He couldn’t be the reason King was in danger. He needed to do something. And the only thing he could think of was pushing the other way. Ash was staying away himself for reasons of his own Julian was sure of it but he was keeping quiet about it. Maybe he had heard the same whispers through the grapevine. Or maybe it had something to do with love that Ash definitely had for the Prophet but was trying to hide it behind lust. After all love was a foreign concept to anything from Hell: be they born or fell. Or so others thought. It was more complicated than that. Julian steeled himself, a deep breath in and held it for a second before letting it back out slowly. He repeated the motion a few times as he leaned heavily against the bar: eyes on the figure up on stage. He was working. It was the best time to do something like this. It kept King from being able to follow him. He was a professional so Julian knew -hoped- that King would be able to keep up the appearance of being there after everything that was going to happen. He sipped at the bourbon in his hand, knowing that King would soon be done for the moment. Sure enough the music dropped and Julian watched the other move across the stage and towards the back. Slamming the rest of the drink back and throwing cash onto the bar for the bartender, Julian gave a mock salute to the man behind the counter and moved towards where King had disappeared to. He needed to get this over with before he changed his mind. No one was allowed in the back but it took nothing to slip past everyone that could (wouldn’t) keep him from the back. He stood silently, waiting for King to turn around. Which he did with a smile that definitely could brighten the darkest days. He wouldn't make this easy. ”I thought I saw you in the crowd, Jules.” He moved towards him, most likely to hug him. It had been about a week since they’d last saw each other. It had taken awhile for Julian to come to this conclusion of their friendship. Julian raised a hand at the last possible second, King’s chest bumping into his palm. He knew he caught the other male off guard. Sure Julian tensed at any such movement but he always allowed it: for King. To be denied. To see Julian’s face without the slight smile or sometimes teasing smirk. Like stone. It was something King didn’t know how to handle anymore. It had been awhile since the being before him had wormed his way into Julian's long thought non-existing heart. Before he could ask if something was wrong and Julian lost whatever nerve he had he ended up speaking. “King. I’m leaving.” Confusion flashed across King’s face before he was smiling again. “Ah okay. When will you be back?” He must think Julian meant that he was leaving on a mission that could take a while. After all Julian had promised him that he would so King wouldn’t worry so much. He could lie. Give a bogus timeframe then leave. Pack up and move as far away from King as he could. Instead his lips formed the words,  “I won’t.” “Jules? What do you mean you’re not coming back?” Julian shifted, straightening up and moving away from the other before holding his hand out once more. “Exactly what I said. I’m not coming back. I’ll need my key.” He ignored the hurt that flashed briefly across King’s eyes, “This is a joke, right?” When Julian kept quiet, King’s voice raised slightly in pitch “Right?” This was it. He wanted to do nothing but take everything back. To tell King why he was doing this. To erase the tears that were gathering in King’s eyes. To soothe the pain he was sure King was undergoing at the moment. But he couldn’t. This was for the best. He had to keep telling himself that. But if it was for the best why did it hurt so much? Julian felt like he was going to cry or at the very least tear up. He never cried…for anyone. “No. Not a joke. What was the joke was that you thought we were friends.” He needed to be cruel. He had made up his mind. A sharp intake of breath seemed to be loud in his ears but Julian didn’t stop. He had to do this. To protect King. His mere presence would put King in danger. “Did you honestly think someone like you could be my friend?” He smirked, stepping forward which resulted in King taking a step back. He had to be cruel. This sh*t hurt. Hurt so much but it was for the best. “Do you know how hard it was for me to even pretend to like you? To pretend as if I cared? As if I was your friend? As if I would EVER be your friend. You were nothing but Ash’s new favorite toy. I had to be nice. I had to protect you.” It had started like that but not anymore. But he couldn’t stop. He had to make the other hate him. Want nothing to do with him. King’s hip hit against the dresser in the room, but Julian only boxed him in with one hand on either side of him. “But now that Ash seems to have finally had his fun?” Oh how Ash was going to kill him when he found out what Julian was saying. “I don’t have to pretend anymore.” The fact that Ash hadn’t been around lately was helping him lie but he almost stopped as King’s face fell and he finally wasn’t able to keep his eyes on Julian. A tear fell. Followed by more. And his heart squeezed painfully at the sight. He almost stopped the smirk, almost gathered King in his arms and whispered his sorry into King’s hair but he couldn’t. “Oh? I'm sorry. Did you think I could ever see anything in a Prophet of the Lord?” He laughed, the sound cruel in his own ears but he hid the flinch that even he wanted to let out. He stepped back, finally letting King breathe. He took that time to move across the room, towards where Julian knew he stuffed his belongings: finding the key was easy it was in a spot that King could quickly grab it in case of an emergency. “Jules.” Julian barely was able to contain the flinch that wanted to come with the soft utterance of his name. He snatched the key from where it laid, straightened up and moved towards the door. Fingers wrapped around his wrist before he could leave. He couldn’t stay. He was barely holding on. He spun, prying King’s fingers off of him easily and shoved him away. “Do not touch me, Prophet.” He snarled the title. It helped that he actually felt anger at the title. It helped a lot from the way King’s breath turned shaky, more tears falling. “It was fun while it lasted though.” He turned and walked out, away from King. Away from the only friend that Julian had ever had. The only person he had let into his long thought non-existing heart. The only person he loved. Each step harder than the other to execute but he had to leave. King didn’t follow. Julian didn’t look back. It wasn’t until he was far away from Euphoria that he was able to slip into an alleyway. It wasn’t until he was that far away in a dirty alleyway that he was able to slump against the wall, slowly sliding down the wall until he was sitting on the ground. Fingers tight in his hair, tears blurring his vision. It wasn’t until he was far enough away that he finally let that feeling in his chest loose. To allow himself to do something he had never done before. For anyone. He allowed himself to let tears fall, head falling back to thump against the wall. He allowed the small twinge of pain from his head falling back against the wall. It was what he deserved after that. After tearing King’s heart out of his chest. He couldn’t even tell himself that it was for the best. That it was to protect King. He was an abomination that would put King in danger. He couldn’t tell himself any of that because it wasn’t. It wasn’t for the best. But it was done. Julian sat there and allowed himself to cry before he was lifting himself back up and whispering, “I’m sorry King.” He slipped out of the alleyway after wiping the evidence of tears from his face, hands in his pockets as he moved silently through the streets leading to his apartment. 0 Comments

05/28/2022 10:24 PM  Observe prompts for Morningstar, King and "boy wonder" Prompt: Observe Featuring: “boy wonder”   Finding where the vigilante Nightwing lived had been easy. Trailing him had been the hard part of it all. Breaking into his home was easier. He could have given himself more of a challenge while the male was home but while he enjoyed catching the younger male off guard he would rather not have electricity in his face. At least not before he had a chance to defend himself. Knowing the other male since he had been following the vigilante for the past week or so he knew that he’d be returning home from his rounds of prowling the streets soon. He kept to the spots that would be easier to hide, not because he feared the other but because he wanted to gauge him. After all it was easier to talk to someone that wasn’t running on adrenaline from a fight. The first sounds of someone entering the home was loud in Julian’s ears. The way the other male carried himself, a slight limp in his steps and a hand against his side told a story without words. He was walking and there was no blood so it wasn't life-threatening or anything to worry about. Not that Julian would worry: they had a very fragile truce between the two of them as long as Julian behaved himself and only went after the things that went bump in the night and left the humans to him. That had been easy: humans were too easy to kill unless they were hunters or slayers and none seemed to venture here which was surprising in itself. He could make himself known since it seemed the younger male wasn’t aware of another being in the home. That caught Julian off guard. Nightwing was always vigilant: always seemed to have an eye on his surroundings. Came with being the “son” of Batman he supposed. Maybe it was because this was home and he thought it was safe? Well it was. Julian wouldn’t speak of this to anyone. He liked the vigilante at least a little bit. The male had grown on him. His eyes took in the figure as he went through the motions of taking off his costume: only averting his eyes politely when more skin then he was allowed to see had been shown. It seemed that his mask was the last thing to be taken off. Costume gone, regular clothes back on, Nightwing sitting on the couch ready to start the process that came with taking off the mask, Julian finally made his presence known. “You know….tying a mask is easier than getting rid of a disgusting amount of glue against your bare skin. Hurt less too I am sure. Less red patchy skin too." He watched in amusement as the other male jumped to his feet, spinning towards the voice. Julian smirked, leaning back against the wall, arms folded across his chest as he just relaxed back. Not bothered by the sudden tension that seemed to permeate the air. “Down boy. Just here for a friendly conversation.” Julian chuckled, shoving off the wall. “But it still stands: tying masks are easier…although I never understood why people are so fooled by something as small as a mask. Like seriously: you look the same outside of your little costume as you do in it. Only difference is a mask. You humans are so blind.” The half-glare from the other male was normal so he waved it away, “You got yourself a problem. Thought I would be nice enough to mention it before you came across a scene that you misinterpret and attack me again.” “You ran….What else was I supposed to think!?” Julian shook his head, “Yes well as fun as it is to watch you peel a mask off your face I do have a job to complete.” As he moved to leave through the front door this time instead of the window he broke into, the other male’s hand grabbed his elbow. “Julian.” "Do not worry. Even a demon such as myself needs a safe place. Your home is safe with me.” He patted the other’s hand to let go and was slipping out his door a second later with a mock salute of two fingers.   Prompt: Observe Featuring: Morningstar   Julian liked surrounding himself with people. He hated people in general (only liking a few that managed to wiggle their ways into his life) but he liked the noise. It didn’t give him time to slip into his own thoughts. To wonder what would next attack him. When his last breath possibly would be. But despite liking the noise around, sometimes he wanted just quiet. Which was why he found himself slipping up to Lucifer’s penthouse, leaving the loud music and even louder people behind. Stepping into the relative silence Julian was able to relax. Soft music came from somewhere. He frowned, eyes moving across the room he was in before noticing which direction the music came from. Instead of a radio where he thought the piano sounds was coming from he noticed Lucifer: back straight but relaxed enough to not be considered tense, fingers relaxed as they gracefully glided over the black and white keys, a look of pure concentration in his eyes as they roamed over the music sheet before him. He was sure Lucifer did not need the sheet of music. Probably knowing it like the back of his hands but it seemed the motions were soothing to Lucifer. Julian wasn’t use to this side of Lucifer. He was use to the sarcasm. The ‘What do you desire?’ almost cocky side that already knew but just wanted others to say it out loud. The side that made his enemies tremble at the mere mention of his name. The side that screamed sadness that he was trying to hide. But never the quiet, content side. Where it seemed like nothing was weighing on his shoulders. That he was just a normal being. Not the Devil. Just Lucifer. Normally Julian would interrupt. Put himself right beside the other male but he stayed back: hovering without giving away his presence. Lucifer was distracted which helped but honestly Julian knew that the other male was aware of his extra guest. Had to be. Not many people could get the jump on Lucifer if at all. Moving quietly as to not disturb Lucifer’s concentration, Julian made himself a glass of bourbon. Pouring a second one for Lucifer. It was nice….seeing Lucifer relaxed. He needed it with everything that was going on. Once Lucifer’s fingers came to a stop, the last note fading away Julian moved closer: holding out a glass for Lucifer as he sipped from his own. A small nod as thanks and scooting over was all Julian needed to take a seat on the bench beside him. The drink drained and clinking lightly onto the top of the piano, shaking fingers for a split second as if to relax them and then music filled the room again. Julian could get use to this if he wasn’t careful.   Prompt: Observe Featuring: King // Mentions: Dark (cause you can’t have a prompt featuring King and not mention Ash xD) Glitter. Julian absolutely hated it. It got everywhere. Was terrible to get rid of. The art worlds herpes for sure. When you thought it was gone then BAM it shows up again. Why King always seemed to incorporate it in his looks for work he would never understand it. Sure it popped out his eyes when done right. And he kind of looked cute in it which Julian would never admit out loud. Couldn’t afford to give King a big head about his looks after all. He already had Ash literally falling over him although the older male would definitely deny it. Like seriously: Lust himself. So yeah no need to inflate his head anymore. Julian’s eyes narrowed, slightly shaking his head before his thoughts went further in. Watching King do what he needed to do before he walked out on stage was kind of therapeutic in a sense. Julian was used to being on the move. Always watching his back. To be able to sit and just observe the ball of sunshine who wormed his way into Julian long dead heart was sometimes what Julian needed. “So!” King spun around, finishing touches down on his eyelids. Glitter sparkled at him and while Julian gave a look of disdain towards it he quickly smoothed his face out in case King thought he didn’t like how he looked. “How do I look, Jules?” “Like a unicorn threw up on you.” King huffed slightly, hands on his hips and a pout on his lips. “Really Jules. How do I look?” Julian chuckled, “As if you are going to snatch those people’s wallets with a simple wink. You look fine. Hot as always.” Okay maybe a little ego boost helped every once in a while if King always gave that brilliant smile afterwards. King turned back around, trying and failing to clean up what fell before Julian was moving forward. Seeing the other get closer in the mirror, King tilted his head in confusion before Julian was turning him around. A question on the tip of his tongue that was never allowed to become words when Julian ran fingers through King’s hair: messing it up enough to give him that look as if he just rolled out of bed without making it look tangled. “Julian?” “If I know the people out there….They’ll like it. Ash definitely will.” With that he moved away and slipped out of the back: searching for the familiar presence that had suddenly appeared. 0 Comments

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05/11/2022 10:41 PM  Cover Ft. King Prompt: Cover Featuring: King // Mentions: Morningstar   He’d been gone a whole week. No contact with anyone. Except Lucifer. Because that bastard had sent him on a wild goose chase. At the end of the day Julian returned home with nothing but more bumps and bruises. Thankfully no blood was shed this time. At least not Julian’s. It was late when Julian finally set foot into his own apartment, not surprised to see the light on already. After all he’d left without a word to King so it was only normal after the fiftieth message that King was possibly going to be at his place when he arrived or would appear later on in the night. A quick look at the calendar he always kept by the front door showed that it wasn’t a night that King needed to work. So no skipping work like he had done last time. “Honey I’m home.” Julian called out, a teasing lilt to his voice. When no answer came he frowned. Normally there would be rushed footsteps, a familiar ball of sunshine launching himself at him with a ‘Good. You’re safe’ on his lips but nothing. He moved quickly yet quietly in the house. Maybe King forgot to turn off the lights before he left? Unlikely. The man was just so considerate. Sometimes it made him sick to his stomach. How could someone just be so damn kind and sweet all the time? Unnaturally. It really was. There. On his couch. Lay King. Asleep. Letting out the breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding, Julian relaxed. He moved quietly over to the other, rolling his eyes. “Could have slept on my bed you know. It wouldn’t be the first time.” He bent down, carefully positioning his own arms: one arm under King’s shoulders and the other under his knees. On a count of three he stood up with the other in his arms, hushing him softly when King made a noise as if to complain. Thankfully the other stayed asleep as he laid him down and covered him up with the blanket: chuckling when the other seemed to bury himself further in the blanket. Fingers found their way into the other’s hair before Julian realized it: pushing it out of King’s face. He froze at the realization before letting another breath out when King didn’t do more than just shift slightly. Good. Julian didn’t feel like explaining before a hot shower just what he had been up to. Or see the hurt look in King’s eyes that he hadn’t even thought about telling King. Not that it hadn’t crossed his mind to message King and let him know he was safe and sound he just didn’t have time. The bastard he’d been tailing had been a handful. One he’d lost in the end but that was a lecture he’d get from Lucifer on another day. Preferably after he slept for at least a few hours. Slipping into his bathroom, he shucked off his clothes: not caring in the slightest on where they ended up. They were going in trash either way: too much blood on them. He didn’t want to waste valuable energy on trying and most likely failing to get stains of blood out. The shower felt good on his sore body but eventually the hot water ran warm and he had to shut it off and get out. He made quick work of drying off before putting on a pair of clean clothes that he always kept in the bathroom in cases like this. When he returned back to his room, King was still asleep. While his body was tired, Julian still had work to do. He would have to find a new lead on who Lucifer wanted taken care of since he lost him. Slipping in the chair at the small desk he kept in his bedroom, he pulled the closest folder to him and flipped it open. Julian didn’t know how much time had passed when he heard the first rustling of his guest moving. Probably situating himself better. Before Julian had always been tense around King but after some time that tenseness went away and he got comfortable. So comfortable in fact that he didn’t notice that King hadn’t been just moving but getting out of bed until he felt warmth leaning against his back. “Gone for a whole week….only to keep working.” “You should still be asleep.” This type of thing tended to happen a lot. “You know….a ‘King, I’ll be gone for a while’ would have been nice.” “Oh do I detect a hint of anger, dear King?” The soft hit on his arm finally had Julian gently pushing the other off of him and stretching: feeling his back pop in a couple of places from how he had been bent over his desk. “Not angry. Just a bit worried. It’s not like you to ignore my texts. You actually tend to write back as soon as I send it your way. As if you are waiting for me to text you.” Julian arched a brow, “Obviously a coincidence.” “Each time?” He nodded, “Yep! Each time.” While he enjoyed bantering back and forth it was getting a bit harder to keep his eyes open. He’d be able to get a few hours of sleep before his internal clock woke him up but something was always better than nothing. “I will be leaving again. Don’t know for how long this time. I’ll message you when I can.” “That’s much better.” 0 Comments

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