#julia walker

[muniverse1]

Happy Valentine's day! 💘💐💌

Here's some traditional art of my favourite couple (Lorelei x Julia)

[lakenscorner]

Day 7: Curls

Curly hair should not be brushed dry. It could cause the curl pattern to become less defined and frizzy or could cause breakage. Not to mention it can hurt like hell. But Kit doesn’t know that. He tries to work the brush through Julia’s hair.

               “Daddy that hurts!” Julia whines. Kit pauses. He lets down a sigh and sets the brush down.

               “I’m sorry sweetheart.” Kit strokes his daughter’s head “I don’t know how your mother did this without hurting you. I can barely do my own hair let alone hair as curly as yours”

               “You’re not even doing it like she did” Julia turns around to face Kit “She would get it wet before she brushed it!”

               Kit just looks at Julia for a moment. His mind blanks before filling with questions. How had he never thought to get the hair wet? Why had Alma never told him? Why did Julia take a week before telling him? He sighed before breaking down into laughter. He rests his head on his daughter’s shoulder as he bends forward in laughter.

               “Ok honey,” Kit chuckles, finally calming down “Let’s go get that hair wet.”

               Kit has Julia lean her head over the bathtub and thoroughly soaks her hair. Working as carefully as he can, he works the brush through. Kit glances up and notices a bottle of conditioner that Alma used to use. He squeezes a glob onto Julia’s hair and rubs it through. He tries the brush again, smiling as it went through easier.

               “You know,” Kit smiles down at his daughter “Your mother’s hair was one of the most beautiful things about her”

               Julia giggles. Kit sits her up before parting her hair down the middle. He separates the top and ties it off into pigtails.

               “She would do all these fancy styles, I wish I’d made her teach me how” Kit forms bubble braids down the back of Julia’s head “I don’t know what I’m doing, I hope it comes out looking good”

               Kit ties the ends into buns. He remembers the adorable butterfly clips that Alma used to always put in Julia’s hair and digs through the drawers looking for them. Kit clips one onto each elastic and a few into he buns before turning Julia to face the mirror.

               “Beautiful” Kit hugs her “you look just like your mother”

               “Really?” Julia smiles up at him

               “Really, yeah” Kit pats her shoulder “You got the same smile and the same eyes”

               Julia hugs Kit. The next few weeks were filled with experimenting with her hair, and eventually they found styles they both liked. The two treasured the connection between each other and to Alma.

@fluffbruary

[inmyfxith]

Oversight - Final Part.

Pairing: Kit Walker x reader

OC: None

Warnings: None

Words: 1k1

Part. I, Part. II

The common room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the single bulb hanging from the ceiling. Kit could make out the figure of his wife Alma, lying on your shoulder. His heart sank as he recognized you. You were the woman he had promised to protect when he was himself a patient at Briarcliff.

You were lightly caressing Alma's hair while reading her a story you had written. Kit could not make out the words, but he could hear the soft cadence of your voice. The story was about a woman who was saved by a knight that ironically seemed to look like him.

Kit cleared his throat, and you looked up. He could see the surprise in your eyes when you recognized him. You stood up, and said, "I'm glad to see you again, Kit."

Kit could see the sadness in your eyes. You were still here, after all this time, and Briarcliff had become even harder for sane or insane people alike. Your scars had faded slightly over time, but due to the lack of access to care and the mistreatment of pseudo-nurses, new scratches were born. He nodded and stepped closer to Alma, taking in her peaceful sleeping form. He wanted to tell you that he was sorry for leaving you behind, but the words stuck in his throat.

You gently touched his arm and said, "I'm sure she'll be glad to see you when she wakes up." You smiled sadly at him before turning away, giving them some privacy.

Kit watched you go with a heavy heart. He had failed to protect you, just as he had failed to protect Alma. He only hoped that he would be able to do better this time. He knelt beside Alma and looked into her sleeping face, knowing that he would do everything in his power to save her.

You nervously shuffled into the other room, taking in the grim sight before you. Sister Jude, who had once been an intimidating figure of authority, now sat before you in a state of disarray. Her once crisp and pristine habit was now faded and tattered, her hands bound with chains, her figure slumped in defeat. You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy in your heart as you approached the former ruler of Briarcliff.

"Sister Jude, I'm here to see you." You said with a soft voice, the tension in the air palpable.

Jude looked up at you with a weary expression, her eyes sad and full of regret. You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You had every reason to hate this woman, every reason to want revenge. But instead, you found yourself wanting to help.

"I wanted to see how you were doing," you said, your voice gentle. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Jude looked away, ashamed. "No. I deserve to be here."

You took a few steps closer, your heart aching for this broken woman. "No, you don't. We all make mistakes, Jude. We can all be forgiven. And I'm here to help you."

You took Jude's hand and gently rubbed it, a small gesture of kindness. Tears filled Jude's eyes, and she looked up at you with gratitude.

"Thank you," she whispered.

You smiled back, your heart swelling with warmth. "Anytime."

From then on, your days were filled with nothing but your desire to see Jude and Alma slowly recover, and try to make them smile despite the environment they were in. But slowly Alma's condition began to deteriorate and one morning in 1969, Alma Walker was gone.

Kit arrived at Briarcliff late in the evening, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He had been informed of his wife's passing just earlier that day and he was determined to say his goodbyes. You had been staying in the morgue all day, with Alma's body.

You gently took him in your arms and held him close, offering your condolences. You were deeply affected by Alma's death and the sorrow in Kit's eyes was too much for you to bear. You wanted to do something to help him.

"You must be so lost without her," you said softly, your voice full of compassion.

Kit looked into your eyes, and in a sudden urge of desperation, he asked you. "Will you come with me? I can legally save you and bring you home with my daughter. Please, Y/N."

You were touched by his offer, but you shook your head. "I can't leave Sister Jude alone here. She has been through so much. I can't abandon her."

Kit did not understand at first. How could you care for someone who had hurt you so much? But as he watched you speak so lovingly about Jude, he began to understand.

You showed him how Jude had changed and he saw for himself the transformation of the woman. After several minutes of contemplation, Kit came to a decision.

"Then let us both go," he said. "I will take both of you home with me. You do not have to be alone anymore."

You were overwhelmed by his offer, and you gave him a tearful nod of agreement. Kit had just given you a chance to start a new life, free from the horrors of Briarcliff. It was a chance you would never forget.

You smiled as you watched Sister Jude walk out of Briarcliff Manor, the heavy wooden doors clanging shut behind her. She had been held against her will for far too long, and now finally she was free.

You offered your arm to Sister Jude, and the elderly nun took it, leaning heavily against you as they made their way to Kit Walker's car.

Kit was waiting for them, his eyes fixed on you as you approached. He opened his arms and you stepped into his embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Kit kissed you tenderly, his lips lingering on yours for a few moments.

"Thank you for freeing me," you said softly.

Kit merely smiled and nodded, but his eyes spoke volumes.

The three of you drove away from Briarcliff, leaving it far behind. You soon arrived at Kit's house, and you were amazed at the sight. It was a beautiful home, with a large garden and a bright, cheerful atmosphere.

Suddenly, a young girl dashed out of the house and ran up to Kit, wrapping her arms around him.

"Daddy!" she cried out happily.

"This is my daughter, Julia," Kit said, introducing her to you.

You smiled warmly at the girl, feeling a wave of warmth and happiness wash over you. You had finally found a family of your own.

[more-hats]

We don’t even get a MENTION of Kit, Alma, Grace, or the kids???

[flipjack]

I want to go to there

[muniverse1]

Some Julia traditional sketch drawing-

Note: The names "Sienna, Sophie, and Angie" are the names of Julia's killers who killed her to try and get with Lorelei

[inmyfxith]

A Merry Christmas in... Massachusetts

Pairing: Kit Walker x Reader, Julia Walker x Reader.

OC: None

Warnings: None

Words: 594

Christmas of 1970 was quickly approaching in the Walker’s house and everybody was in a festive mood. As you sat in your cozy home, you discussed how to make Julia’s Christmas as special as possible. She was Kit’s only daughter and you both wanted to make sure it was a memorable one.

“What do you think she would like?” you asked, your head comfortably on Kit's lap while his arm rested on your hip.

“I think she would appreciate something homemade. Maybe a scrapbook or a special Christmas ornament that we could hang on a tree every year. Something that will remind her of this special first Christmas with you” Kit responded by stroking your hair, at least before you raised your head with a frown.

"What do you think of the wooden train we had seen in town?” It wasn't that you didn't like the idea of Kit, you probably would, but you wanted to make a point. You and Kit had been together for almost a year, after you got out of Briarcliff and Alma died. Kit then expressed his disapproval, the train seemed beyond his means and well beyond yours. You had found a job as a waitress in a local restaurant, and although you weren't paid a lot of money, you had a little nest egg.

The next day, you all went to the local Christmas bazaar and bought, in secret, a beautiful doll and the wooden train she had been wanting for a while. The only thing Julia asked for was a Santa hat and, when Kit brought it back to the car where you were both waiting, she seemed over the moon.

Once at home, you decided to make your grandma’s special Christmas cookies while Kit was in charge of the small turkey. Meanwhile Kit’s daughter was helping around by decorating the Christmas tree. The smell of the freshly baked cookies filled the room with a sweet and comforting aroma.

It was a great way to forget the difficulties you and Kit faced after being released from Briarcliff. The smell, and the taste, of the cookies reminded you of the simpler things in life. Once the turkey was in the oven, and the cookies were baked, you and Kit set about helping Julia decorate the tree.

You smiled as Kit's arms encircled your waist, and you leaned in to meet his lips. Julia watched with a smile of her own, her eyes gleaming with joy and relief as she saw her father content and happy. It was a moment of pure bliss, one that was interrupted only when Julia finally spoke up.

"Don't mind me," she said with a giggle, her voice light and warm. You and Kit broke apart, both of you laughing and blushing from the sudden display of affection. Kit held your hand as you both looked over at Julia, who was beaming with pride. Quickly, he let you go before stepping forward and opened his arms, and Julia flung herself into them. He held her close and kissed the top of her head, telling her how much he loved her. You stepped forward and joined them in the embrace, and you all held each other close for a few moments.

The love at that moment was palpable, and it was a moment that Julia would never forget. It promised to be a beautiful Christmas, full of love and laughter. After opening presents, Kit, Julia and you planned to gather around the fireplace to share sweet stories and songs, making this moment even more memorable.

[muniverse1]

Not much motivation so decided to post a colourized Julia! 💚💛 (Her shoes are just black sneakers-)