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[#117] It's Love That Makes Me Walk Away (Original)
Theme Prompt: #117 – Happily Ever After
Title: It’s Love that Makes Me Walk Away
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 960
Summary: Julian comes home to an unfortunate surprise.
Julian unlocks the door and hears the unmistakable shuffle of bodies on the other side.
He can’t help but tense, given how he lives alone, and isn’t expecting any visitors. As much as he tries to lie low, stay off of the general supernatural radar, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t catch someone’s notice, occasionally. He draws whatever magic he can, ready to get the drop on this intruder, before bursting through the other side.
And what he finds is his baby sister, sprawled over another man, clearly doing very dirty things on his couch that he does not want to think about.
“Oh, Jesus,” he swears, covering his eyes and turning around. “Seriously, Kieran?”
“Don’t know what to tell you, mate,” the male voice interrupts, as more shuffling happens behind him, and parts of his sister return to brother-appropriate places where he won’t see them—or at least he hopes. “If you don’t want to see things you don’t want to see, you probably shouldn’t walk into other people’s apartments without warning.”
Before Julian can protest, Kieran intervenes. “Actually, this is technically his apartment.”
“Thank you.” He glances back tentatively, just to make sure everyone is decent, before turning around. “The least you could have done was make it all the way to the guest room. Now I’ll have scarring memories every time I look at this couch.”
“Sorry, Jules.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just please move there—” As he takes a much longer look at his sister’s partner for the evening, he frowns. “—Do I know you?”
“Can’t say we’ve met,” he says, far too casually for Julian’s taste. “Guess I just have one of those faces.”
Kieran rolls her eyes. “This is Cole. Cole, this is my brother, Julian.”
“Pleasure,” he grins, stretching out a hand to him, and Julian doesn’t have to take it to know what he would find on the other side. Putting the name to the face only cements it, and he turns a concerned look on his sister as he holds up his hands.
“No offense,” Julian smiles. “Germaphobe.”
“Fair enough.” Cole glances to Kieran. “Guest room?”
She turns and points, and he gets up to leave. Kieran goes to follow, and Julian reaches for her, bracing an arm across her middle as he waits until the door is closed. He’s pissed. He’s beyond pissed.
“You invited an elder vampire into my home?”
“No.” Kieran tips her head to the side. “I invited my friend and business partner into your home.”
“You didn’t think to fucking ask?”
“He’s not going to do anything, Jules!”
“You don’t know that!” He swears, before taking a step back. “What are you even working with him on, anyway? Because whatever he pitched you, it can’t be good.”
“He didn’t pitch me, I pitched him.”
Julian pinches his eyes closed before straightening. “People who make deals with people like them don’t get happy endings.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t have one anyway,” she snaps back, and he immediately falls silent. He knows it’s a sensitive subject, how little time she actually has. Ever since they found the genetic marker for the disease that killed her father floating around her bloodstream, she’s been growing more and more reckless, desperate for an answer that would extend her life.
Julian exhales slowly, trying to reason with her. “Kiki—”
“Don’t.” She shakes her head, waving a hand. “Just know that we’re on the same team. I trust him.”
“Trusting him with what?” He tips his head to the side. “Are you trying to get him to turn you?”
Kieran doesn’t respond, which is as good as a yes. Julian steps away, trying to wrap his head around that possibility.
“Why?”
“Because I want to live long enough to have a life without my body falling apart on me!” She grits her teeth. “And I don’t care if it comes with drinking blood or any of that. I can handle that. I just want to live.”
“But you love magic.” And magic and vampirism don’t go hand in hand. They never have, expect in rare instances, and Kieran isn’t one of those witches.
“Hence, my partner,” she says. “He wants the ability to do magic just as much as I do, if not more. So we’re helping each other.”
“Kieran—”
“I can do this, Jules. And if I can’t, by the time my body fails, I’ll have him turn me and I’ll keep working on it. But either way, this is happening.” Kieran turns and looks at him, eyes soft and pleading. The little sister look he’s always been a sucker for. “Are you with me?”
He wants to say no. That it’s the stupidest idea he’s ever heard. But he can’t bear to break her heart any more than it already has been, so he sighs, before reaching forward to take her hands.
“I have to think about it, okay?” He squeezes her hands. “Becoming a vampire isn’t a happy ending either.”
She squeezes his hands back before shrugging. “Happily ever after isn’t real. I’ll take whatever will get me closest.”
He steps forward, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Just be careful, okay? If you sense him getting ready to stab you in the back, you call, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Also, I’m changing my lease after he leaves.”
She snorts. “I’m sure he won’t take it personally.”
“Good.” He looks back at her. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” There’s no way she can answer that won’t be a lie, but he wants to ask all the same.
She nods with a smile before turning and heading back to her friend. “Don’t worry, big brother. I’ve got this.”
He really wishes he could believe her.
Title: It’s Love that Makes Me Walk Away
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 960
Summary: Julian comes home to an unfortunate surprise.
Julian unlocks the door and hears the unmistakable shuffle of bodies on the other side.
He can’t help but tense, given how he lives alone, and isn’t expecting any visitors. As much as he tries to lie low, stay off of the general supernatural radar, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t catch someone’s notice, occasionally. He draws whatever magic he can, ready to get the drop on this intruder, before bursting through the other side.
And what he finds is his baby sister, sprawled over another man, clearly doing very dirty things on his couch that he does not want to think about.
“Oh, Jesus,” he swears, covering his eyes and turning around. “Seriously, Kieran?”
“Don’t know what to tell you, mate,” the male voice interrupts, as more shuffling happens behind him, and parts of his sister return to brother-appropriate places where he won’t see them—or at least he hopes. “If you don’t want to see things you don’t want to see, you probably shouldn’t walk into other people’s apartments without warning.”
Before Julian can protest, Kieran intervenes. “Actually, this is technically his apartment.”
“Thank you.” He glances back tentatively, just to make sure everyone is decent, before turning around. “The least you could have done was make it all the way to the guest room. Now I’ll have scarring memories every time I look at this couch.”
“Sorry, Jules.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just please move there—” As he takes a much longer look at his sister’s partner for the evening, he frowns. “—Do I know you?”
“Can’t say we’ve met,” he says, far too casually for Julian’s taste. “Guess I just have one of those faces.”
Kieran rolls her eyes. “This is Cole. Cole, this is my brother, Julian.”
“Pleasure,” he grins, stretching out a hand to him, and Julian doesn’t have to take it to know what he would find on the other side. Putting the name to the face only cements it, and he turns a concerned look on his sister as he holds up his hands.
“No offense,” Julian smiles. “Germaphobe.”
“Fair enough.” Cole glances to Kieran. “Guest room?”
She turns and points, and he gets up to leave. Kieran goes to follow, and Julian reaches for her, bracing an arm across her middle as he waits until the door is closed. He’s pissed. He’s beyond pissed.
“You invited an elder vampire into my home?”
“No.” Kieran tips her head to the side. “I invited my friend and business partner into your home.”
“You didn’t think to fucking ask?”
“He’s not going to do anything, Jules!”
“You don’t know that!” He swears, before taking a step back. “What are you even working with him on, anyway? Because whatever he pitched you, it can’t be good.”
“He didn’t pitch me, I pitched him.”
Julian pinches his eyes closed before straightening. “People who make deals with people like them don’t get happy endings.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t have one anyway,” she snaps back, and he immediately falls silent. He knows it’s a sensitive subject, how little time she actually has. Ever since they found the genetic marker for the disease that killed her father floating around her bloodstream, she’s been growing more and more reckless, desperate for an answer that would extend her life.
Julian exhales slowly, trying to reason with her. “Kiki—”
“Don’t.” She shakes her head, waving a hand. “Just know that we’re on the same team. I trust him.”
“Trusting him with what?” He tips his head to the side. “Are you trying to get him to turn you?”
Kieran doesn’t respond, which is as good as a yes. Julian steps away, trying to wrap his head around that possibility.
“Why?”
“Because I want to live long enough to have a life without my body falling apart on me!” She grits her teeth. “And I don’t care if it comes with drinking blood or any of that. I can handle that. I just want to live.”
“But you love magic.” And magic and vampirism don’t go hand in hand. They never have, expect in rare instances, and Kieran isn’t one of those witches.
“Hence, my partner,” she says. “He wants the ability to do magic just as much as I do, if not more. So we’re helping each other.”
“Kieran—”
“I can do this, Jules. And if I can’t, by the time my body fails, I’ll have him turn me and I’ll keep working on it. But either way, this is happening.” Kieran turns and looks at him, eyes soft and pleading. The little sister look he’s always been a sucker for. “Are you with me?”
He wants to say no. That it’s the stupidest idea he’s ever heard. But he can’t bear to break her heart any more than it already has been, so he sighs, before reaching forward to take her hands.
“I have to think about it, okay?” He squeezes her hands. “Becoming a vampire isn’t a happy ending either.”
She squeezes his hands back before shrugging. “Happily ever after isn’t real. I’ll take whatever will get me closest.”
He steps forward, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Just be careful, okay? If you sense him getting ready to stab you in the back, you call, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Also, I’m changing my lease after he leaves.”
She snorts. “I’m sure he won’t take it personally.”
“Good.” He looks back at her. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” There’s no way she can answer that won’t be a lie, but he wants to ask all the same.
She nods with a smile before turning and heading back to her friend. “Don’t worry, big brother. I’ve got this.”
He really wishes he could believe her.