#driftcells

Don't let your menace partner drag their scarf behind, it'll be a trouble to wash it later.

Shirtless, all sweaty on a morning where life is simpler, where nightmare is no more.

Morning comes, 5 am long bids farewell till next morning.

A sleepy Blu, barely with their eyes open, purrs upon feeling the sunlight on his skin. A warm sensation that remind them of... what a baked loaf would feel like in a warm oven? Yeah, whwn you close your eyes and just feel that comfort.

Inhaling and letting out a long exhale, his shoulder slumps, kettle slowly boiling water and a pair of couples mug on the counter, ready for the morning sweet coffee.

Don't forget some milk, for those that are peculiar on their preferences creamer could also work. But i never tried soy or almond milk? Curiosity may lay in its slumbers.

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Stirring the mixture of pleasant sugar, water, coffee, and preparing the othwr cup with milk instead of water the Blu stares at outside.

Hearing the birds chirp, the flowers flowing on the wind, who knew he would survive the crumblimg? Let alone even be alive without his flaming savior being there in the right moment, right timing.

But hey before endearing on any further look who came home.

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Turning around resulted the Blu meeting a familiar flaming head(literally).

Completely shirtless, sweat coating his muscles, a sighing jesture from his body as he slightly slump forward, before picking himself back up and perking at the sight of his Drifter.

- "hey, though you would be asleep yet, it's quite early y'know?"

-"mm...?"

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Drifter glances at the clock, it was 7:10am, he let out a sleepy hum before walking toward his flaming head, Beheaded slumping his shoulders down and his gaze softening upon feeling the familiar skin hug him from behind.

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-"still not awake?"

-"mmmm......."

-"you.. don't wanna go take a nap?"

-"hmm hmm...."

-"alright alright."

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Beheaded chuckles, his hand traveling to the head of his Blu and gently rubbing his finger alongside the messy, fluffy, white hair.

Without wasting a beat, Drifter's purring session begins. Burying his face in the softly cracking flames earning a bright pink/white ish flame from the touch.

Drifter's tail wags, showing he was beginning to wake up but still a little more time would be required.

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The sweat was nothing to worry about, later both will hop on the shower anyways. But for now with the birds still chirping outside, the sunlight leaking more and more from outside through the window, both stood near the kitchen counter. Cuddling each other while still standing.

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Without wasting a moment, Beheaded casually pick up Drifter in bridal style, his arms firmly holding him as he take a seat on top of the counter. Drifter too sleepy to protest just leans in and slowly slips into sleep once again with this sudden comforting moment.

Beheaded sips on his coffee, his flame sizzling as it absorbs the coffee in(same for food as the flame acts as some sort of acidic stomach that have fast digestion from surviving so long on the cursed island.)

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After placing the cup aside, his now free hand casually tucks Drifter in his arm, with his other arm/hand now free his hand casually start rubbing Drifter's hair again. Occasionally switching rubbing from stroking, Beheaded enjoy the texture and soft scent from the Blu's hair.

Although the disease is gone doesn't make the former king any less cautious of the mortal that take the same path as him, but something tells me he's on the more flustered side.

DRIFTCELLS IN 2026

SURE

YEAH

I GUESS

(Had to spread this between multiple weeks and finally finished just TODAY, right out of the oven)

On a quiet night, the digital clock tick and tack, a disturbed flame slowly flickering while spread in the upper half of the bed.

Oh how voice screams, fears linger, and worst of all.. the healing source being in such distant miles.

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At times like this who could sleep? Shoulders shaking and breath tensed. A mere nightmare yet was just enough to knock the former king on his knees, slumped beside the bed his body was shaking, not violently, but shaking none the less.

“Just, a nightmare…” he mumbled, but it felt so surreal at the same time.

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The warm pink blood coated on the front of his scarf, the weakened Blu in his arms, those ninja frogs causing a fuss calling more backups, the drone beeping in constant alarm to just make the bleeding stop to begin with.

The deep slashes on the torso, and another one on his thigh, they had caught them in a real pickle to deal with. Which granted the flame head let out an annoyed groan.

“You, fucks.” With an enraged king in hand I wanted to say those frogs had a real deal in their hand, than again… deep cooked amphibian? No the plate will refuse that themselves, if they had life that is…. They’re objects.

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But, a dream is a dream, a nightmare is.. a nightmare. With his chest rising and lowering there was suppose to be calming, but the nerves simply don’t know when to catch a solo break.

Have he became dependent on a mortal? No this doesn’t sound right. His shoulders slumps down in defeat, with a glance from his eye to the clock it pointed out 3:50am, he woke up since like… when was it, 1am. Or so that’s how he remembers.

With the strength returning he contemplated to stand up, to go out there and find that drifting Blu out there on this who knows foresaken island, village, or whatever this piece of land was. He wasn’t really bothered to tune and listen about this place, he had priorities.

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While contemplating, the sound of a familiar double door opening echo in the room. Too tired but acknowledging the noise the beheaded remain still, alerted for just in case it was an outsider.

“Beheaded? Are you awake?” The familiar voice calls upon the flaming head that had no response, other than the single eye softening upon hearing it.

“.. perhaps, not anymore..? Fair enough,” The voice follow up with more questions, more like it was mumbling to itself, what can he do? It was late at night, almost morning even.

“Beheaded?” The figure glances toward the bed, seeing the familiar flame slowly sway in tired motions.

“Oh- you’re.. still awake, Bobby?” He calls out, yet no response

“Cell?” Another attempt, only to be met with silence. “Are you truly asleep?” Nothing.

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He let out a quiet, nervous gulp. Something within him hesitated to call out the next words, but with no reaction the concern was brewing within.

“Honey-“ before he finished, the flame slowly turn his head to meet the sweet gazes of the eyes that once stared at his single eye with such loving care.

“HOLY PANCAKES—“

Drifter jolts back, seeing the exhausted eye of his roommate meeting his own.

“Dri..ft….?” His voice sounded absolutely exhausted, yet unable to rest peacefully after the whole incident.

“Cell, why you’re awake at such late hours? Are you aware how late it is.(you look.. extra dead, cell..)”with a sigh Drifter goes to the other side of the bed, now face to face with the flame that seem to rather cheer up at his approach, with both knees on the ground Drifter wasted no time, reaching out with his left hand to hold Bobby’s cheek.

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“Oh hey, you’re.. home early, peasant. Missed me that much that you couldn’t finish your job at last?” He talks, all smug too.

“Beheaded, you need to rest y’know, you look terrible.” He sighs, staring at the single eye that soften with each word slipping from his own mouth.

“Heh, what are you all of sudden. My mom?—“ with a sharp glance from the Blu, he quickly shuts up.

“I can, and will, kick your ASS.” Tired from a night patrol, the Blu meant business.

“..sorry….” The flame apologize, but still seeming cheerful that the Blu in front of him made back home safely.

“How come you’re this stubborn?”

“Guess I learned a thing or two from a certain peasant.”

“Oh spare me….” The Blu huffs, The Flame chuckles.

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—“listen, I do care about you. Even if you’re immortal as you’ve proven me time and time again. There’s only one of you in this whole world, and I rather wanna choose to cherish this fact with the time that I have left. So, please…” Drifter’s thumb gently brushes back and forth, giving that comfort the flame was desperate to experience once again after the nightmare, or rather… flashback, that he had to witness over again. The day he thought he had lost the one in his arms. Another, loss. That is.

_oh heaven.

Feeling the familiar warmth the flame completely gives in, letting the mortal Blu in front of him effortlessly pull his possessed carcass into the warmest embrace ever, his hands still tucked in under the blanket yet the warmth of the hugs was desired regardless. His eyes softly close, flames flowing upwards in a heart shape, rather digesting and absorbing this comfort of being held.

_if my wish could be heard, as selfish as a king’s demand could become possible one way or another.

A familiar pair of arms slowly wraps around where once the prisoner’s collar sat, the pair of lips gently buried on the flame, the soft sensation of the familiar fabric against the flame’s chin. Such peace, was it truly allowed?

His single eye slightly open, what was a true peace for a selfish king who’s blood were covered in blood from the massive slaughter of his innocent villagers that relied on his care to survive, one who thrived in watching the poor from his throne as those who disagreed with him would serve right on the chopping block.., or stump that is.

His gaze drops down, sadden as his thoughts floods with the past, but that was quickly interrupted from both of his cheeks being held in the palms of the familiar pair of hands.

Without missing a beat his single eye gaze up, seeing those void eyes soften upon meeting each other’s, oh, what a beauty… a beauty? He couldn’t deny such fact.

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Feeling both thumb caress his cheeks, his eye closes once again, the warmth emitted from the palm was slowly growing to become ‘not enough’. With a swift motion both laid down in bed, his fingers slowly digging into drifter’s hair as it felt like a fluffy cloud like feeling, yet solid enough that his fingers felt utter delight to hold this mortal’s living body against his.

Drift wastes no time, his arm lazily laying on top of beheaded’s neck his purrs filled the room with ease, after all he was looking forward to this moment.

_I will stick to my words and behave, but god, oh lord of who knows where. If this peasant of mine gets hurt, I will burn heaven and walk backwards to hell with pride and no regrets. For him.

With his right hand slowly stroking the sleepy Drifter’s hair, his gaze was filled with utter pure love at this point, it wasn’t obsession but was the urge of possession, to keep this living being under his gaze and care at all cost, he could careless if it was selfish. All he cared about was Drifter being his. His peasant to caress and his peasant to keep.

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With a content sigh his eye closes once again, it was probably around 5:20am already, the sun has yet to rise but that faint dusk blue was slowly becoming visible.

“Just for today… fuck everything else.” Beheaded chuckle to himself, feeling the soft snoring breath of his peasant right on his chest.

He remembers the day he held the wounded Drifter in his arms, the warm freshly coughed out blood staining his clothes, yet all he could care was to keep the fading life in his arms alive. The fear he felt… it takes a lot for a dead carcass to feel, so when it feels their heart sink you could say they mean it.

But that’s for another distant past, what matter was now. His right hand still all lovingly on the Blu’s hair while his consciousness slowly slips away to the slumber he could really use at this moment.

“Eh, tomorrow I’ll tag along again…” he mumbles to himself before crashing to the Z lands, today was a good day with the adorable Drifter in his arms, yep, and a good night indeed.

Doodle-a-do, I can’t get enough of these goobers.

What I find more entertaining that each AU wilders have their owns headcanon and their own Driftcells going on, it delights me to see both together or even the scarf trio in action. Mine is just a little more laid back I suppose?