May 17, 2021
Every time Julian calls his siblings his childen my heart fills with joy and my eyes with sad tears. Every time.
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Every time Julian calls his siblings his childen my heart fills with joy and my eyes with sad tears. Every time.
Appreciation Post
Can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that Julian Blackthorn went from never being kissed to becoming a SEX GOD!????!?!???!!
Thanks thats all.
A gift
He was quite late, tonight.
You sat in the bed, reading a book and wondering when he would get home.
You knew he was faithful, there was never any doubt. But he did, sometimes, get caught up in his work. It was something you’d always loved about him, his passion for helping people.
You smiled.
Even when it caused trouble.
It wasn’t much longer before you heard him entering your home, thumping and rattling about, and soon, his boots on the risers of the stairs as he ran up them.
“So sorry I’m late, darling,” he declared, a package tucked under one arm. “I had to wait for the seamstress to finish this up.”
“And what is that?” You ask your ginger husband.
“A gift for you, my dear,” he smiled, raking his free hand through his red curls and slipping off the eye patch that was more of an affectation these days. “But,” he teased, “you don’t get it until I’m in bed with you.”
“Well then, hurry up and get over here,” you laughed, patting his side of the bed.
In no time at all, he’d stripped off his clothes and laid them aside. His long legs carried him across the room in two strides, and then he was wriggling under the blankets and nuzzling up to you.
He dropped kisses along the length of your neck, purring as your fingers tangled in his hair.
He handed over the gift, eager to see your reaction.
Giggling, you tore open the paper, to see an oddly-shaped pillow.
“What is this?”
“That is a pregnant belly pillow,” he whispered, his nearest hand gliding over the swell of your stomach. “You are far enough along now that you need to be sleeping on your left side all the time, for your safety as well as the baby’s.”
“This will make it hard to snuggle,” you said, a tiny twinge in your chest.
“Never fear, darling. I have the solution for that problem, too,” he whispered, urging you to lie down as he tucked the pillow under your belly.
You had to hand it to him, it was much more comfortable than your usual solution of wadding up a regular pillow to give your belly a little more support.
He reached over and plucked the candle snuffer from the bedside table, extinguishing the lamp, then leaned down and pressed several kisses around your navel.
You felt the baby move at the same time, and he chuckled.
“Good night baby. I can’t wait to meet you.”
He pressed his chest against your back and slid his top knee between your thighs.
“This way, I get to hold both of you,” he whispered into your hair as one hand slid down your side to your hip, then around to cup your stomach.
You turned your head and kissed the tip of his nose - the only part of him that you could reach.
“I love you, Julian.”
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{{{{ In the morning, Julian discovers yet another perk to this particular
position. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) }}}
you may be hot but you are not “Julian smoking” hot
OF COURSE WE ARE CELEBRATING JULIAN BLACKTHORN!!!
He assumed himself father of all his siblings the moment Andrew was changed, he protected Ty over all his feelings, even is Ty was going to hate him, Jules grew strong for them. He is a father.
Julian Blackthorn’s back must be hurt from all that carrying the power of having dad energy and ✨daddy energy✨
Serious inquiry...
HOW AND WHEN DID JULIAN ATTICUS BLACKTHORN LEARN TO FUCK IN QOADD?
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julian blackthorn
It was true. He had never desired anyone before Emma, and never anyone since. There had been times when he was younger that it had puzzled him—he was a teenager, he was supposed to be full of inchoate longings and wantings and yearnings, wasn’t he? But he never wanted anyone, never fantasized or dreamed or longed at all