Slyther-in To Me ;)

slytherinjulian:

In every sense. ;)

How’s it going, hubby of mine?

Busy. You know… with auditions. And the shop. And spending time with you, but that last one I don’t mind being busy with so much ;)


In case anyone was wondering, he’s mine ;)

In case anyone was wondering, he’s mine ;)


The Wedding, Part Two || ST. BASS

slytherinjulian:

Jesse woke up the next morning with a stifled yawn, blinking a few times to adjust himself to the light. He turned to look at Julian, seeing his eyes still shut and decided not to disturb him because, truthfully, he didn’t feel like moving just yet. He gave a soft, content sigh, letting himself just enjoy the warmth of Julian’s embrace and the peacefulness the situation gave to them.

Julian woke up slowly, almost relunctantly, and when he opened his eyes, his favorite sight in the morning was there next to him. “Hi..” He mumbled and pulled him closer. “Too much light. dammit”

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The Wedding, Part One || ST. BASS

slytherinjulian:

Jesse stared down at the last text from Julian and smiled softly. The use of their old nicknames was so far and few in between these days, and it almost made him forget why he was frustrated in the first place. Almost. He sighed, pocketing his phone and glancing up at the clock. He had another ten minutes, then he was home free. The audition today hadn’t gone well anyway, with his mind elsewhere so he had half a mind to just pack up and leave now because there were a dozen better choices for the role in his group and he wouldn’t even agree if he got cast. But he waited, got through the ten minutes, then quickly left the studio to go home. When he apparated in front of their house he stepped inside, shrugging off his coat, “Jules? Are you here?”

Julian came back rather early that day, after yet another meeting with the Death Eaters. The first name of their hit list was finally revealed, and it made Julian no less upset about it, though he kept it all inside, his facade the perfect example of loathing and hate towards someone for whom he still cared about deeply. He apparated on the roof of their house, purposedly, the rocky edge that led straight into the crashing waves below almost reachable. He sat on the ledge, his legs dangling off the roof, and while his fingernails scratched his Mark to the point of bleeding, silent tears went down his face for the dark future that laid ahead of him. He looked down to the water. It would be so easy to simply end it all. And then, it happened. His voice. Him. The only spec of light in his cursed life. “Up here, babe”, he called out to him as he rolled down the sleeves of his black sweater and wiped his eyes clean to perfection.

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Text @ Julian:
  • Jesse: I can tell when something's wrong with you, Julian. I always have.
  • Julian: Just a lot happening at work. I mean, the office.
  • Jesse: Bull. I'll be home in a bit, we can finish this conversation then.
  • Jesse: I love you. Don't forget that.

Text @ Julian:
  • Jesse: What's wrong?
  • Jesse: Did something happen?
  • Julian: No. Nothing out of the ordinary.
  • Jesse: I can tell when something's wrong with you, Julian. I always have.

Text @ Julian:
  • Jesse: What's wrong?
  • Jesse: Did something happen?
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slytherinjulian:

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Always nice to wake up to your eyes looking at me, babe ;)

slytherinjulian:

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Always nice to wake up to your eyes looking at me, babe ;)


slytherinjulian:

I gotta say, that photographer hit the jackpot. ;)

You’re not wrong. We should go to more events together.