Emo!Drake 🖤

100% inspired by these two edits from @the-soot-sprite​​: [Emo Drake] [Liam Edit]

I literally have no reasoning for this other than that. Please feel free to ignore this as this is so far from what I normally would write...

Implied sexual interactions... I mean, just read the shirt to get the idea.

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Drake had thought he had become immune to the group’s taunting. It had been going on for as long as he could remember. There was a point when it bothered him, he buried his feelings in music and scotch. His time in America reminded him that he wasn’t alone in feeling lost, rejected, or wronged. In fact, bands like My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy let him know it was okay to not be okay. 

In all of the teasing, there had always been one constant, Liam. His best friend had always been his escape. In the midst of it all, they could share a look, a touch, a coded message that only they knew. Liam had always been good about making sure Drake was okay and taken care of. Though he had grown more distant since becoming King.

For whatever reason today’s torment hit deeper, perhaps it was the double meaning behind the shirts meant as a silly joke. He knew no one else could know about it, but still seeing Liam in that shirt made him uncomfortable as their friends made light of it. 

Drake had had enough. He shook his head to the side, shifting his bangs in front of his eye. He grabbed a bottle of scotch as he left the room.

He nursed the warm liquor straight from the bottle as he wandered aimlessly through the garden maze.

His body tensed at the sound of rustling behind him until the stranger spoke. 

“I thought I’d find you here,” Liam’s soothing voice lulled Drake’s anxieties.

“Don’t you have friends to entertain?” Drake grumbled.

“Yes,” Liam put his hand on Drake’s shoulder. “And that’s what I’m doing now.” 

Drake wanted nothing more than to take Liam’s hand in his. There was a time when that would have been possible, but since becoming King, Liam had kept that part of their relationship in the past. 

“I’m sorry about the shirts,” Liam offered. “It’s just a stupid joke. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“It’s not really the shirts, but your wrong, it does mean something… to me.” Drake shifted his bangs out of his face as his eyes wandered down Liam’s torso, settling below his belt. Drake swallowed hard as he imagined what could have been.  

“Oh!” Liam blushed in recognition of what Drake was suggesting. It had been some time since they had been together like that. Liam didn’t even realize Drake still wanted him in that way. He hadn’t said. However, as he looked into Drake’s eyes now he saw all the longing, pleading, and pain that had been staring him in the face day in and day out that he had overlooked and ignored. “I didn’t realize.”

“Why should you?” Drake took another drink, turning away. “Most days I can take it, but I feel like I’m losing you, Li.”

“You’ll never lose me,” Liam admitted tenderly. “I didn’t know, but now that I do...”

The King pressed his mouth to his friend’s, startling Drake. The bottle of scotch fell from Drake’s hands spilling on the ground as his hands wrapped around Liam pressing him against him.

“We don’t have to,” Drake offered, giving him a way out. He didn’t need Liam’s pity. “If you don’t want to.”

Liam kissed him once more pulling at Drake’s hips until they were flush against his. 

“Let’s make this interesting. Remember our races as children, the first to the center wins?” Liam questioned. Drake nodded. If I win,” Liam traced his thumb along Drake’s lips. 

Drake looked up at him through his blackened eyes opening his mouth to take in the King’s finger. He savored Liam’s surprise as he wrapped his lips around him tightly offering a taste of what could come. “And if I win?” 

Liam smirked as his fingers moved under the hem of Drake’s shirt settling on his belt. “Then, I guess we’ll need to amend the shirt some?”

“Okay,” Drake agreed. Liam counted down and the two of them took off. 

Drake watched Liam sprint down a path to the left. He had memorized the maze long ago and knew the shortest way to the center. It was one secret he had never shared with Liam. But just this once, he would take the long way. This was one race he was more than happy to lose. 

[part two]

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[King Liam x Emo Drake]

Apparently, Driam is a thing I write for now? I really didn’t know, I had so many unresolved feelings about this ship. Again, this view into their lives was inspired by this amazing edit by the lovely, @the-soot-sprite​ 

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While everyone was busy attending to whatever it was that royals pretended to be busy with at the charity gala at the Zoo, Drake sulked behind the emu enclosure. He felt at home there. Much like the emus, he was overlooked and never the first choice, which was probably why the Crown fundraiser was taking place outside of the koala exhibit showcasing the birth of its newest member–the zoo’s pride and joy–that the nobles would want to see, not a second-rate-ostrich. At least he could be alone there, or that’s what he thought.

“I thought I might find you here,” Liam noted as he approached, not wanting to startle Drake. He moved closer to his friend, standing beside him as he watched the flightless bird.

“Shouldn’t you be securing donations for the zoo?” Drake questioned. His eyes wandered the King, noting how the tux fit him perfectly.

“I needed some air,” Liam shrugged.

Drake scoffed. “We’re outside. How much more air do you need? How did no one even question that?”

“Who would question their King over such a small request as that?” Liam sidestepped behind Drake. 

“Li, what are you doing?” Drake questioned cautiously, his face flushing as the King’s strong arms snaked tightly around him from behind.

Liam pulled down Drake’s hood with his teeth, his head settling beside Drake’s. “There’s no one else here. What are you worried about?”

“What if someone comes looking for you?” Drake responded. He wanted to relax into the King’s embrace, but that damn bird’s beady eyes were staring at them and he couldn’t look away.

“Let them,” Liam whispered in his ear, slowly losing patience with Drake’s lack of focus. 

The warmth of the King’s breath on Drake’s neck was like a cold fire burning through his core. He shivered against Liam’s embrace. 

“Now, now, Drake. I’ve hardly gotten started.” Liam lowered his lips on his friend’s neck relishing the soft moans that escaped his lips. “Isn’t this better?”

Yes! It was everything Drake wanted, but no matter how much he tried to focus on Liam’s mouth on his neck he couldn’t shake the emu’s intense gaze that seemed transfixed on them; as much as he wanted Liam, he also didn’t want an audience. The bird made a low grunting sound as it moved closer toward them. “Li! ”

Liam spun him around, pressing Drake forcefully against the enclosure’s fencing. “I do not wish to share your focus. It is either me or the bird. Who will it be?”

The King’s commanding tone got him every time. Drake lifted his hand to Liam’s face, his thumb caressing that strong jawline. 

Liam pushed it away. “I asked you a question.”

Drake knew Liam wasn’t going to continue until he answered. “You, Li. Always, you.”

“That’s what I thought!” 

100% inspired by these two edits from @the-soot-sprite​​​: [Emo Drake] [Liam Edit]

(Just in case I decide to write more... I like organization...)

King Liam & (Emo) Drake Walker

✰ In the Garden

Part One (Teen +)

Part Two (Mature/Explicit)