Emma and Julian always slept in the same bed as children, loving the warmth provided by the other. No one ever thought anything of it, until a visiting Shadowhunter family deemed it improper. Emma had never been one for rules, however, and wherever she went, Jules was never far behind. Blackstairs. R&R, please!
He really needed to get it together and say something to her. Preferably something coherent and preferably soon. Gauging these things was so difficult; he had been about ready to just give up on the insane idea entirely, but something kept pressing at him from beneath the surface, forcing him to keep going. Or, more accurately, someone. Loosely based on Too Late by 5SOS.
"Emma! Emma, where are you?" She cursed under her breath, groaning inwardly at her own idiocy; how had she managed to forget she was supposed to be working on throwing with Tavvy, the youngest Blackthorn, that afternoon? She glanced sideways at Julian, taking in his cerulean blue eyes and his slightly mussed hair and that goofy smile. Oh… she thought. That's how. R&R, please!
"You're not alone, you know." Her voice was soft and he felt her breath tickle the hairs on his neck. A shiver ran down his spine and he couldn't quite tell if it was from the cooling California evening or Emma's soothing words. "I'm always going to be here for you." She touched the rune on his neck, the one that bound them indefinitely. "We're forever, Jules." R&R, please!
Why couldn't she be more like him? In times of distress and desolation, he turned to his canvas. Instead of throwing weapons, he would throw paint. In the face of everything, he would create. She didn't think he was capable of destruction. Not really. One-shot. R&R, please.
Then he remembered. "Are you wearing lipstick?" Emma reddened visibly, making Julian feel immediately less self-conscious of his own slightly pink cheeks. "No, shut up." Before they leave the NY Institute for Los Angeles, Emma and Julian have one final adventure: breaking in. Loosely based on the line, "Her lipstick stain is a work of art" from the song She Looks So Perfect. R&R!
"Emma Carstairs. Two words that shouldn't have been able to wield the kind of power that they did. Royally fucked. Two words that basically described everything about his current situation." Unable to sleep, Julian does what he does best: paints and worries. Post CoHF but pre TDA, aged 16-17 One-shot. R&R, please!