*✧.♡pain is perfection♡.✧*deception is a helluva thing♡.✧* (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧get absolutely fucked♡ [//OOC: this is the only official in character blog of Julius 'Jules' Doherty (the Dressmaker), a fictional horror character. Nothing on this blog is real or reflects the owner of the blog. this blog is for entertainment purposes only//]
I am Julius Doherty, better known as Julius the Dressmaker. Welcome to my Tumblr blog!
Please feel free to send me asks, I will love to hear from my fans, you know? I am forever young at 24 years of age, gay, cismale, use he/him pronouns, and am taken by @killianlynch :3 I have linked below posts that contain information and pictures of me ^o^ Anyone under 18 please block the tag hellcrew18+
Hope to hear from you and remember, deception is a helluva thing c;<
♡Julius Doherty♡
•{Creepypasta: The Dressmaker From Hell}•
[Images 1&2: 2023 character ref sheets; Image 3: previous reference art/image
Hi, Julius! What do you think about brolitas? ("Brolita" is a term used to describe men who wear Lolita fashion)
I’m interested to hear your opinion:^
What a strange word...
My apologies but I'm not comfortable with even discussing the fashion style. In fact I try to forget it exists. I'm aware of the history of the style and how it came to be and why it is called Lolita — it is the title of a novel and if you have read it, you will understand why I feel the way I do about the style. This is a topic for me that brings back very bad memories which I would rather stay forgotten. It's making me feel very queasy simply typing this answer🥴 so, I will excuse myself now. Have a lovely night my dear.
The Dressmaker from Hell will be available in four editions!
Please vote what you're most likely to get in the poll below the images
Standard Edition (ebook; paperback; hardcover)
Limited Edition (linen-wrapped hardcover • includes bonus content AND exclusive content • will only be available for a limited amount of time)
Uncensored Edition (ebook; paperback; hardcover • includes uncensored scenes, uncut scenes, and a few scenes that are entirely cut from the standard edition)
Uncensored Limited Edition (linen-wapped hardcover • includes bonus AND exclusive content; includes uncensored scenes, uncut scenes, and a few scenes that are entirely cut from the standard edition • RARE — only 50 copies will be available)
WHICH WILL YOU BE GETTING?
Standard Edition
Limited Edition
Uncensored Edition
Uncensored Limited Edition if I'm able to get one before they're gone
Uncensored Limited Edition, I'm getting my copy the second it's available
Voting ended onApr 17
*Please note that I'm currently still in the process of editing the full, uncensored version into the standard version so at this time, I'm unable to say the extent of how much will be cut from the standard version. Don't fear, the standard version is absolutely still straight up splatterpunk.
**More details about each version will be available towards the end of the month.
***TDMFH does have a publication date but a huge theme of the book is time and you'll understand why I made this choice once it's out. And it's coming sooner than you probably think it is. :)<3
I promise I'm not asking about your sex life or cock 😭
BUT
What do you and Killian like to do in your free time, besides smashing parts, drinking, doing drugs, or killing people?
We do many things other than what you mentioned, haha xD Much of what we do are actually mundane, typical long-time married couple types of things.
I'm not a huge fan of leaving my home/shop (I live above my dress shop, it's just practical, definitely no other reasons for it 😙✌️) so we don't go out on dates all that much, but when we do, Killian makes them really special and he shows me off like a trophy (and I love it) >:3 One of my favorite things is when Killian reads to me. If I curl up in his lap while he's reading (and that man reads a lot), he'll immediately start cuddling me and reading out loud. I'm not usually that much of a reader and there's only a few books I like...I honestly haven't read that many books. But Killian has read a lot of books to me! :3
Also, we like to do 'backyard MMA tournaments' xD When we kids, we would beat the crap out of each other for fun and it is something we never grew out of, I guess. Maybe it's weird but I don't care, we have fun doing it. And I know what you're probably thinking, that it isn't a fair fight because Killian is so much bigger than I am, but I'll have you know that we have a 50:50 win-loss ratio. I learned how to use my smaller size to my advantage and how to turn his larger size into a disadvantage.
A normal thing that we love doing together is cuddling up in our pj's and watching movies or TV shows together. Usually we watch horror movies, but we also watch South Park almost every night, and I make Killian watch and re-rewatch Adam Sandler movies with me because Adam Sandler is hilarious and his movies are sooooo funny xD my favorite movie is Little Nicky, and you should watch it if you haven't, it's so silly x3
Oh, another thing is that we take a long bubble bath together every night and wash each other's hair and such, it's so nice and relaxing 🩷🩷🩷
Aaaaaand I love having all three of my brothers come over for a family night (with their partners, of course). I try to host them weekly, but sometimes I'm unable to and sometimes not everyone is able to come, but we try our best! I make dinner for everyone and we play board games, video games and uno, and just kinda hangout. I'm including this since obviously Killian is there with me and we always have a good time even when Killian and Nevan are having issues being civil. Rian almost always has brought Nevan with him to family nights, even better they were– wait, no, I'm not allowed to tell about this, despite the fact that everyone already knows 🙄
Hmmm...I could keep rambling on, but now I really just want to spend time with Killian, and only Killian....I really need one on one time with him and all his attention. It makes me very happy!!
Hi I think you're really pretty and I love your hair quick question why is your favorite color pink?
Why thank you, my dear! ^-^
Sadly, I don’t really have any real answer for why my favorite color is pink, other than I just really love the color! I like cute things and pink is a cute color :3 My favorite color specifically is baby-pink, also I love pastel-pink. Furthermore, I'm not that much of a fan of hot-pink – and though there are exceptions – I just feel the shade looks rather cheap and gaudy, but again, there are exceptions.
If you have any questions that I could provide a more interesting and/or insightful answer to, please feel free to ask away! I'm in a good mood tonight.
Well, they're leather... special leather... But yes. I get railed in 8 inch human leather stilettos sometimes. Really depends on what Killian is in the mood for me to be dressed up like, you know? Sometimes it's harnesses and stilettos, sometimes it's cute lingerie, somet— uhhh, maybe I should step there... And go... Uh... Have my husband tend to me. Hehe.
Why tf people asking about your wiener so much?? 😭
I really wish I had an answer, you know? There are well over 100 asks in my ask box.... and half of them are sexual in nature. Knowledge of my ween0r and sexual interests are reserved for my husband and ONLY my husband @killianlynch >:u and he'll kill you for flirting with me:3
Bro you might wanna get your hand off that bible before you burn up 😭
I can see through your tricks you aren’t what you claim to be!!
Bibles have no negative effects on me. Other than triggering unfortunate memories but that's a different conversation. ANYWAY PLEASE COME VISIT! I will show you, prove to you, I am simply your average 24 year old man! Well, I'm definitely more financially well-off than most men my age (ladies, please, back off — not only am I married but I am gay, I have no interest like that!) but that aside... I'm just your average 24 year old man ^-^ I wouldn't even hurt a fly. You know, I am a vegan because I love animals? It's true! So why would I ever harm a person? My dear, don't believe such silly rumors. If they were true, I'd have been in prison long ago. So please, come visit! Let me make you a dress! For free! <3
I can see right through your facade. You can’t trick me!!!
There's no facade, dear. Admittedly, I do have a very dark and often incredibly messed up sense of humor, and I often post edgy things but it's nothing more than dark humor, you know? I am a big fan of horror, and probably have watched far too many horror films and such.... I forget that most won't realize it's only jokes. I do apologize for this and the misunderstanding I caused. I swear to God himself with my hand on the Bible, I am not going to hurt you or anyone else. I've never even been in a fight once in my life — and the thought of having to hurt someone... Well, that just makes me want to cry, you know? :'c
Please darling, come visit me! See for yourself! I promise it will be the best weekend of your life!
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I have nothing to gain from it. I'm merely a humble dress maker and business owner — a small but successful business passed down in my family through generations! Please, just come visit yourself and you'll see the truth. I promise that it will be the best experience of your life — I will even take you out on the town myself! Perhaps a 20% discount on your entire purchase, too? I can prove I'm not lying, my dear! Just come to Doherty's Dress Shop — usually an appointment is necessary and I'm currently booked 5 years out... But for you? I make an exception. You can walk in at any time and you will be the center of attention, treated like royalty. Come, come! Please! I promise I will make it worth your time!
I have a question. Has anybody ever actually left alive with a dress? Or does everybody die? Cause like if everybody dies do you just have hundred’s of dresses just collecting dust?
My dear, there has never been a death at Doherty's Dress Shop! From my hub— I mean, my great-great grandfather's (whose exact name I just so happen to share) humble beginnings in 1893, the shop has grown into a world renowned fashion boutique! Of course customers leave not only alive and well, but with joy as they are now the owner of a one of a kind, custom tailored or even custom made beautiful dress — something truly unique that can never be replicated accurately. Everything is made by hand, every last stitch in every gown. Every material is of the utmost highest quality. Please do come by, the address is Ɉ̸̸̧̧̪̞̙̹̱̣̘̹̱̩̄͂̽͂̓̔̿ͩͫ̀ͦ̆̂̈̚̚͝͞͡ͅ҉̸̣̿̑ͬ_̴̶̴̸̶̸̸̶̴̢̡̡̢̛̛̛̥̙̲̼̬̝͇̩̞͈̻͙̯̹͉̤༙͙͕̠̪̻̬̥͙̘̳̝̖̤̖͈͓͖͔༙̩͎̝̼̰̦̙͉̥͍͎͉̫̘̳͈̖̗̹ͫͧ̐̅́ͥ͋̒྇̍͗̃̇͛͗ͩ͑ͫ͐͒̈̾ͬ̉̓͌̀̀̈̎̀͐̿́͌̈̉̑̆͋͒̊྇ͫͧͥ̒ͯ̑̍ͫ̌̓̒̈̈̎̒̍̃̃ͨ̂̐́ͭ̊ͨͭ͛ͥ̕̕̕̚͘̚͢͢͟͡͝͠͝͠͡ ̴̴̨̢̧̥̖̯͓̗̗̳͓͕̋͋ͩ̈̍̏͊͆ͬͫ̈ͣ̉͂ͤͭ̀̿̃ͪ̕͞͝Ɉ̸̸̧̧̪̞̙̹̱̣̘̹̱̩̄͂̽͂̓̔̿ͩͫ̀ͦ̆̂̈̚̚͝͞͡ͅ҉̸̣̿̑ͬ_̺̠͇̬̲͐̂͂̈́̊̐ͦ̋͜ ̶̵̵̶̧̧̨̲̗̳̼̲̲̦̙̜̬͍̞̞̰̄̋̋̊̌ͨͬ͌̂͑ͭ͛̈ͣͩ̈́ͫ͒́̕͟͡͠ͅɘ̭ͥ̀̾ͭ̕͜͝_̛̖͖͈͖̘̐ͦͬ̍ in Boston, MA!
Summary: a short story detailing the first encounter between Julius and Killian, after the two were reunited as demons. • Rating: 16+ • Character refs: Julius The Dressmaker & Killian Lynch
Characters, featured art and story by @sanityshorror
Reunion
Waking up dead was certainly an odd experience, to say the least. Not something anyone would expect, especially after dying in such a brutal, permanent manner. Killian Lynch hadn't wasted any time sticking around six feet under though. The moment his eyelids opened. his fist was already cracking through the coffin.
Surrounded by pure inky blackness and stale air in the small, restrictive space, it induced a dreadful feeling of claustrophobia in the 26 year old dead man. The darkness combined with confinement nearly brought back soul-wrenching memories, from years and years long gone by. Killian easily shoved the thoughts out of his mind just as he always did, and instead focused on busting out of his grave. He had an important matter to attend to, immediately.
It only took two punches for the hardwood coffin lid to practically splinter to chips. Dirt poured down on Killian's face. Lucky him, he didn't need to breathe. Forcing the packed, frozen earth up and out of his way felt effortless. All in all, it took under a minute to emerge from the soil and into the night air. The inhuman strength Killian now held due to his renewed status as a demon was to thank for such an easy and quick escape.
Now free and getting to his feet, Killian only had one thing on his mind, the same thing his mind always revolved around. Julius Goddamn Doherty. He was determined to find the other male and get whatever revenge he could for Julius's actions toward him. Julius murdered him for the most bullshit reason imaginable…then again, that was Julius for you.
The task of hunting down the person who'd taken his life - and the reason he'd now been brought back - was an easy one. The blonde knew, like an instinct, Julius would be in his shop. Well, a pocket dimension of Hell, which was knowledge Killian seemed to have inherently gained upon waking up from the dead.
Stalking fast through the cold, pitch-black, January night, it didn't take long to arrive on the familiar block of the city streets. Being likely the earliest few hours in the morning, naturally, all store and building window's lights were off, leaving the street shrouded in darkness. All...except, for one. With clenched fists, the blonde took off towards the warm, orange glow emitting from the dress shop's front windows.
Doherty's Dress Shop
Killian mercilessly kicked open the store's front door, breaking the lock and causing the hinges to rattle. Julius looked startled but not surprised as the blonde violently made entrance. If anything, he seemed to have been waiting for Killian, given Julius had made the choice of being seated on a leather sofa, placed near the store's entrance.
"Honey, I'm home!" Killian sneered sarcastically. Aggressively striding towards Julius, gold plated steel heels on the blonde's boots clacked loudly, striking the oak floor boards. "I'm back, remember me, bitch?!"
Julius rose to his feet in a graceful but almost robotic manner, blankly staring at the taller man the entire time. "Killian," the now-demon greeted flatly, "yes," he mused, seemingly rather out of it, "of course, I remember you."
Rage took over Killian at what an emotionless, lack of response Julius had. The strawberry blonde was in love with the other man, and he knew damn well Julius shared the same feelings for him. What he didn't understand was how Julius managed to be so convincing, pretending he didn't feel the same. Killian couldn't comprehend the other man near always acting as if he never had one, single, goddamn emotion towards him.
Of course, Julius did have many feelings for and emotions about Killian. All of which were now bubbling up inside, upon being reunited with…his everything. That's what Killian was and meant to Julius: everything. Digging razor-sharp teeth into his inner lip, Julius willed away tears. Only thanks to a lifetime of practice, was he somehow able to maintain the emotionless facade while observing Killian.
It didn't show through, but internally, Julius was shocked at how simultaneously similar, yet different Killian looked. The blonde was just as handsome, if not more than ever. Julius discreetly swallowed a verbal reaction to how stunning he found Killian's new, demonic appearance to be – despite him being somewhat dirty at the moment (thanks to having to climb out of the grave).
Already fair skin had turned a ghostly white, making Killian's strawberry blonde, overgrown stubble stand out more – something Julius found very attractive. However, the skin around Killian's eye sockets and on his lips had suffered discoloration, of what could only be described as the hue of death. The dark tone of it starkly contrasted against Killian's now fully electric blue eyeballs, causing the shocking sight of them to jump out even more prominently. The blonde's new lack of pupils unnerved Julius a bit, leaving him unable to tell exactly where Killian's gaze was. Though, Julius could feel the intensity of it locked directly on him.
The last, huge change to the strawberry blonde's appearance caused an indescribable ache to develop in Julius's chest. On Killian's neck, there was now a large, angry red, and barely healed scar…right where he'd slit the other man's throat, resulting in Killian's death. Julius always had found the scars on Killian's body to be, quite frankly, sexy. However, the new scar was a reminder, a painful one, of the last time they'd been together. Julius thought it would have been the final time, after he'd realized the reality of what he had done.
Guilt flooded Julius, along with anger toward himself and a sense of incredibly deep sadness. He had missed Killian, he'd missed him so fucking much. Julius had found out he was incapable of living without the blonde. When he'd gone to Killian's grave to apologize and inform the dead man that they'd be together again soon, Julius had meant as in death.
The young man, truthfully, set himself up to be killed, since he always failed attempts from his hand. What Julius didn't expect at the time was to be offered a deal with the devil. He never could have foreseen being turned into and brought back as a demon, and by proxy Killian, who was to serve him eternally.
The couple (and there was no use continuing to deny that's what they were) could never be separated again. Julius and Killian's souls had become intertwined, to put it simply. For better or worse, they were destined to be together for eternity. Julius knew how he felt about that, but he didn't want to acknowledge it.
Resisting the urge to run and embrace the man he loved, Julius instead chose to coldly cross his arms and straighten his back with shoulders squared. He tilted his chin up slightly in a challenging manner, his facial expression growing even more cold and dead.
Locked in a silent staring contest and unable to read whatever Julius felt and thought, Killian also took in the other's changed appearance. What had once been fiery red hair, often worn slicked back, was now fluffy, long, bangs stylishly falling in front of his face, colored a bright purple, with cherry-pink tints. Previous ocean blue eyes had become icy, near white, and seemed to glow ever so slightly. Pale though gently sun-tanned skin had become the color of porcelain, just like the dolls Julius so would collect and obsess over for as long as Killian could recall.
The man…no, demon, resembled a porcelain doll, himself. With the dramatic make up, round cheeks and small but full pouty lips, both colored a soft pink, Julius nearly could pass as a life-sized porcelain doll.
Of course, there was a small, black heart on his cheekbone as well as a pair of bracelets adorning both slender wrists; charms in the shape of hearts. What had once been fingernails were now long, dangerously sharp, pitch-black claws. Julius previously had slightly crooked teeth, which had slowly been stained over the years from smoking – something Killian always found cute, especially on the rare occasion of Julius smiling. Now, in their place were sharp fangs - every last tooth was now a bright white and fanged, with a particularly dangerous-looking pair of canines.
Julius had new clothing, as well. Gone were the monochrome colors. His clothing was now brighter, flamboyant, and much more fitted. His heels were higher, on new, dark leather boots that reached his mid-thigh. In fact, all his clothes appeared to be leather, minus the bright blue shirt which had a low cut with white lace trim. The top few buttons were undone, showing off his muscular chest that was emphasized by a dramatically tight corset vest. Skin tight, black leather pants shined in the light. Halters on his thighs looked more like garters with the way he'd fastened them to his belt.
The person Killian had known and fallen for was still recognizably there, though not by much. Nevertheless, it was undeniable that Julius was more breathtaking than ever, which was both to Killian's dismay and pleasing. Dismay, because the so terrifyingly gorgeous man made it difficult to not think about how he'd look while Killian ravished him. Something he'd done countless times with Julius.
Mostly, the sex was rough, beyond it. On many occasions, it was violent and hateful, even. There were times, however, it had been slow, meaningful, and filled with emotions of love and happiness. They'd both confess their feelings towards each other while making love, even though Julius would always either say he'd been lying or flat-out pretend it hadn't happened the following morning. God, did that hurt Killian to his core - every time it happened, it hurt worse than the last.
What made it worse was the way he could see the spark of joy that would flicker in Julius's eyes when he hurt Killian. It was the spark that would flicker when Julius was telling when he was showing Killian how much he loved and cared. It made the blonde feel like he was going insane, more and more by the day.
Killian never understood it, how did Julius get so much joy from hurting the person he so deeply loved? Why did he do it? Why did Julius so terribly want to tear Killian apart inside, crush his soul into dust and turn his heart this cold? And why on Earth did Killian let him, so easily? Especially after the blonde had sworn to himself that no one would ever be capable of breaking him down, something he had damn well followed through on, he still let Julius continue breaking, ripping both his heart and soul to shreds.
A conscious decision. Killian knew it was his choice to let Julius continue hurting him. He could have ended it permanently by simply placing a bullet between the other man's eyes, an action he'd committed so casually that it came to Killian as easily as breathing. The reason he didn't end things, didn't end Julius Goddamn Doherty himself, was not because Killian had some delusion Julius would change - and honestly, he didn't want Julius to change. Julius scared Killian, he was the only person capable of doing so, and Killian loved it as much as he loved Julius. It was one of the reasons the blonde had fallen in love with him, to begin with.
Truthfully, Killian couldn't have ever brought himself to end the life of the man who made him feel alive. Hell, it was driving him mad the more he thought about it because Killian knew damn well he enjoyed hurting and breaking Julius too. The blonde tried to ration with himself that it must be due to the feeling of absolute dominance, power, and control that it gave Killian to cause harm to, to turn helpless, to use, to break down the only person capable of striking fear into his soul like the hand of God. He tried to convince himself the enjoyment he got watching the shorter man suffer at his hands was all rooted in a mentality of taking the power back from Julius. Showing who was really in control, reminding Julius that he only held any power if Killian allowed it.
Or, were they both just that fucked up, to find enjoyment in bringing pain to the person they loved the most? Undeniably, they did it to each other, even if it was in different ways. For the most part, Killian would inflict physical harm upon Julius and found enjoyment in it. Whereas, Julius tended to prefer inflicting harm mentally on Killian and found enjoyment in it. For some inexplicable and messed up reason, both men were always egging each other on to do more and do worse. Julius admitted he liked the pain, and Killian admitted he loved the way Julius scared him was no different.
What Killian didn't love was the way Julius weaponized love. The blonde knew it was because Julius was too scared to make himself that vulnerable to him, fearing what Killian would do if he let his guard down when it came to their love. Ironically, the only thing that Julius was terrified of when it came to Killian, was the only thing Killian wished he wouldn't be scared of. Love wasn't something to weaponize, not as far as Killian believed, at least. So why did Julius do that to him?
Memories upon memories flooded the blonde man as he stared at the love of his life. Half of Killian wanted to scream at, hurt, and break apart Julius for everything he'd done, the other half wanted to forgive, embrace, apologize, and kiss while confessing everything he felt for Julius. All of him wanted to do the entirety of that and more.
"You gonna speak or just keep staring, Killy?" Julius sneered. Contrary to his change in appearance, Julius's personality seemed to have remained fully intact.
The comment was all it took for the strawberry blonde to snap. Lunging at the now purple-haired man, with newly acquired inhuman strength, he easily tackled and pinned Julius to the floor beneath himself.
Caught off guard at the sudden escalation, Julius yelped in surprise as Killian grabbed him, grunting in pain upon being mercilessly slammed into the hardwood floor. "Oh, now what the fuck was that for?!" Julius's voice dripped with sarcasm, groaning a bit at the immediate smack to the mouth Killian gave him.
Courtesy of the violent contact his head made with the floor upon both being tackled and then once more due to the brute force of the smack, Julius was over overwhelmed by the searing pain. The result was retorting with nothing more than an incoherent stream of swears while Julius attempted to squirm his way out from underneath the larger man.
Killian was thoroughly unamused by the sarcastic comment and half-intelligible insults now being thrown at him, "Oh, shut the fuck up!" He punctuated his words with harsh, repeated smacks across Julius's face. "Don't tell me you fuckin' thought you was gonna getta way unscathed, not with that shit you pulled, damn bitch!"
The purple-haired demon gave up on his fruitless attempts to get away. Instead, Julius's body went entirely limp and he just stared up with icy eyes. "What are you gonna do to me, Killy? We're both dead, you can't murder me for revenge," Julius bluntly stated the fact, in a monotone.
Killian became even more enraged by the ever-depleting emotions from Julius. His response was to grab Julius's slim wrists with bruising force, pinning both hands above his head. With nothing but danger in his voice, despite the quiet and calm tone, "I'm gonna fuckin' hurt you, just like you goddamn hurt me," Killian chuckled darkly.
The reply Julius gave was nothing more than kneeing the blonde in the gut and spitting in his face. He successfully knocked the wind out of Killian, but Julius had exhausted himself on his spree kill earlier. He hardly finished cleaning himself up from the blood bath, let alone had time to relax, before the blonde returned to his life. With much lower strength than usual (and certainly much less than the other demon held, at the moment), Julius hadn't even mustered enough force to knock the other away from him. All he'd done was piss off Killian more.
"Ya wanna fuckin' fight, Julie?!" Killian screamed, leaning mere inches from Julius's face. His emotions, his hurt, and pain, like always, came out as anger. Taking advantage of how skinny the purple-haired demon's wrists were, the blonde quickly maneuvered both into a tight lock with a single hand. Now freed, long, slender digits wrapped around Julius's throat, in a grip that was light yet threatening. "Ya wanna feel some pain, ya fuckin' bitch?! Ya always wanna start shit ya can't finish - and ya ain't able to get ridda me again, piece'a shit! Good for nothin' bitch, you are! All ya know how to goddamn do is fight 'nd fuck! So which the hell do ya want from me this time?! Huh?!"
"I want you to fuck right off and stay dead!" Julius spat the words as he gave up struggling from the pin Killian had him in on the floor. Killian smirked knowing Julius had given up.
It was all so familiar to Killian, wanting nothing more than to tell Julius just how much he loved him and how he wanted nothing more than to be together - but utterly failing to do so. Instead, he was screaming at the other man, hurting him and further destroying whatever trust Julius might have for him, therefore only hurting himself, in the process. That's when it finally clicked for the blonde. He didn't want to continue the way he had with Julius.
Killian hated his inability to communicate with Julius. Killian detested himself for treating the one he loved so poorly. The blonde realized it was wrong, that this was not how you treated someone you loved and wanted to spend forever with. The problem was, Killian didn't know how to convey his feelings properly; which only served to frustrate him further. Plus, the simple idea of making himself so valuable - to someone so dangerous, at that - caused the man to shut down emotionally. When Killian shut down emotionally, everything came out as anger.
Julius's chest heaved, thoroughly exhausted to the point he couldn't be bothered to continue a physical fight. He was too exhausted to bother continuing his act. For good. He didn't have it in him anymore to keep going the way he had, lying to Killian just to hurt him with this facade of nothingness. He'd done it for so long and all for what? Only to murder the one person he'd ever felt something so real, so intense and so undeniably for. The only person who likely ever truly loved and cared for him - albeit in his messy way - and the only reason Julius could confidently say he knew what it felt like to love and care for another.
Sudden clarity washed over Julius. He didn't understand why he was so stubborn and insisted on pretending that he wasn't in love with Killian, given he had admitted it out loud to the blonde, on countless occasions. What was trying to take it back every single time even doing, other than sending both men in an unnecessary spiral of destruction? He was hurting them both, Julius knew it and he couldn't bear any more of the pain, all built up for so long. Rather than continue trying to hide a thing, Julius did something that shocked both men to their cores. He cried.
Julius cried and it shattered Killian in a way neither could have predicted possible, but they were both crying now. Still locked in a stare-down and on the floor in their position from fighting, both men were uncontrollably sobbing as all the barriers held for so long crashed down at once.
Things didn't need to be spoken aloud to be understood. Julius and Killian always had an uncanny way of communicating with each other through nonverbal means, but there was no way to misinterpret the significance of finally letting themselves be utterly vulnerable in their feelings. They both held deep pain, caused by a vicious competition of who could hurt who worse. Neither of them had ever let the other catch a glimpse of the harm that was inflicted, at least not emotionally.
Both had been boys from broken homes that grew into broken men, never truly having been shown compassion in their formative years. Regardless of how toxic even the earliest years of their friendship had been, Julius and Killian always had each other. Attached at the hip since they'd met two decades ago as small children, and only now did they completely emotionally break down, in front of each other; together. They hurt because they'd been hurting each other.
Killian softly cupped Julius's cheeks with both hands, wiping tears away gently with his thumbs. In response, Julius lifted his badly shaking hands to Killian's face as well, copying the action. For some time, the two stayed like that, without a word. Simply being open in their pain while comforting the other, as opposed to relishing in it. Mutual trust was still there, stronger than either man had thought, maybe stronger than it ever had been. Julius and Killian had been through everything together and somehow, even after all they'd done to hurt each other, they were only more in love.
Neither Julius nor Killian wanted to continue the abuse towards each other. They didn't have it in themselves to willfully further inflict pain now that they were sharing the extent they'd damaged the other – and themselves – by doing the things that had been done. The past could never be changed, however, the future was in their control. It would take time and a lot of learning with patience, but both men were determined to improve their relationship. Learn to treat each other right. The stubbornness they both had could be used for good.
Killian spoke through tears, with a small but real smile forming on his face, "we have an unbreakable bond, not even death could separate us."
Sucking in a sharp breath and attempting to glare, Julius choked out, through a sob, a very unconvincing, "I hate you!" The expression of guilt along with the tears streaming down his cheeks made it painfully clear how upset Julius was with himself for being unable to speak what he meant.
Bad at dealing with his own emotions, Killian understood that Julius's feelings also often came out in anger. However, rage didn't get the better of the blonde this time. Instead, quite the opposite. Without hesitation or even a thought, Killian pulled Julius into his arms, embracing him close and tight as he spoke, "I love you, too."
Killian didn't give the other man a chance to respond, the blonde crashed his lips against the others, capturing Julius in a slow, loving, and extremely passionate kiss. There was no hesitation on the purple-haired demon's part to throw his arms around the blonde and cling to him, melting against Killian's chest. Julius's lips eagerly moved against the other man's, content to follow Killian's lead.
For the first time, Julius didn't once attempt to challenge the blonde's dominance. Rather eagerly, Julius completely submitted which only became more clear as the kiss started to intensify and things began to heat up. Killian understood the significance of Julius giving him all the power and control. It was a display of the shorter man's absolute trust in Killian.
Words didn't need to be spoken by Julius for the blonde to understand their love always had been and always would be very much mutual.
You were always there, at my side...no matter what.
I couldn't lose you...but I killed you. You're gone... because of me. Coming to terms with that...has been the hardest thing in my life.
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I can't stop thinking about you, Killian...I realized some things during a moment of clarity. You were always perfect...perfect for me…and we were perfect for each other. Always.
When you confessed you'd fallen for me…I wasn't lying when I said "I love you, too."
I lied the next morning when I told you I'd only been pretending… if only I hadn't been such a fucking pathetic coward.
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[Julius] "You really think I'm pretty?!"
[Killian] "Yeah."
You wouldn't think I'm pretty if you saw me now…I haven't taken care of myself since you've been gone.
You were my best friend… and we both know, deep down, we were so much more than that.
I can't live without you! We'll be together again…soon…I promise.
Read the sequal: Reunion
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Summary: a short story detailing the first encounter between Julius and Killian, after the two were reunited as demons. • Rating: 16+ • Char
Spin for an hour...? I think I would vomit from motion sickness and I know all 3 of my brothers would too.... Eugh, just thinking about it is making me queasy... 🤢
