🎭 Jealous Drake Walker would include 🎭

▪ Drake usually isn’t the type to get jealous

▫ he knows you’d never betray him and that you like him

▪ and ONLY him

▫ but it’s hard for him to stay rational when rich dudes try to flirt with you

▪ or look at you with hungry eyes, as if you’re some kind of trophy to win

▫ it angers him to see you with that fake smile on your lips and that bored look on your face

▪ especially because he can’t intervene

▫ and it’s killing him to see you with Liam

▪ his best friend

▫ the reason you were actually here in the first place

▪ the way the new King looks at you, with so much hope and love

▫ that’s the first time he feels something burn deep inside him

▪ and he wants to take you away

▫ away from court, away from the royalty and from the king

▪ to have you all to himself

▫ but he soon catches himself, thinking that it’s selfish to think that way

▪ but can you blame him?

▫ you were the first one that understood him

▪ the first one to be as bitter as he is

▫ the first Lady that enjoyed a nice whiskey and burnt marshmallows as much as he did

▪ and when you look at him it’s like the whole court wouldn’t exist anymore

▫ it’s just the two of you for the blink of an eye

▪ and then he sees you

▫ swaying to the music with another man under the light of the beautiful chandelier

▪ with a wonderful dress over your skin, hugging you in all the right places

▫ and he has to look away and leave the ballroom

▪ drake couldn’t see the dissapointment on your face

▫ he’d try to get his act together, to think about something different, to-

▪ that’s when he feels your hand on his arm

▫ and he freezes

▪ stands completely still, not even turning you way

▫ “Drake? Is everything alright?”

▪ your face wouldn’t be more than a soft whisper

▫ vanishing into thin air when he finally faces you

▪ “Yeah,… Of course!”

▫ but you don’t believe him

▪ why would you, right?

▫ he’s not one to actually sound cheery at a time like this

▪ “You’re lying. I know you Drake.” - “Do you now?”

▫ you’d be concerned by now, softly taking his hand in yours, carressing his knuckles with your thumb

▪ (and you know it would be bad when people see you like this)

▫ but you don’t really care, all you want is to make sure that Drake is happy again

▪ “Look, go inside again. Dance the night away for all I care. It’s stupid anyway.”

▫ his words cut you deeper than you’d think, hurting you with their sharp edges

▪ “It’s not when it upsets you so much. You know that you can tell me.” - “I’m- I’m jealous, okay? I’m jealous of all those men that get to hold you. That can talk to you and kiss your cheeks and hands. That can make you laugh when everybody is around. That get to-”

▫ you won’t let him finish

▪ you’d rather grab his handsome face and press your lips against his, kissing him hard and with so much care

▫ and you’d desperatly hope that he knows what you can’t tell him


One(?) gifset per episode || 27 The Path to Whitestone 

After much discussion and preparation, and purchasing a lot of mirrors, the party took their transit over to east, northeast, towards Whitestone, where they began to traverse the Alabaster Sierras to the north, using the mountain range as opposed to going directly through the forest. There they managed to avoid encountering a bunch of harpies that were distracted by eating the horses they left behind. They camped for the evening and began to make their way through some sort of a mountainous valley that led in towards the forest surrounding Whitestone. While they were traveling down this pass, there was a rumbling and some sort of really fast, rapid-moving large blue creature that leaped down in front, catching them off guard.

*Stares at six published WIPs, original unfinished novels and one secret project on the side.*

Me: … Wow I really want to write a Feudal Era Japan fantasy KilluGon fic…