#v 004.

This is not what Hopper expected to come out to this morning, but he can’t really say he’s disappointed. The mess is what draws his attention first, but he looks back at Steve, a smile already taking place on his face. “Should I be surprised that the noise didn’t wake me up?” he asks, his smile growing at the sight of the food. “Tried is a pretty good word, kid.” Still, he steps forward, to pull him into a tight hug. “Thanks. It looks great.”

✿ for a playful turned possessive kiss / kiss drabble / accepting <3

it had started fun.

of course, steve had other places to be. they both did, between filming and moving furniture into the new place, both had been incredibly busy, barely getting to the evenings without being exhausted. promises of just one more week ticked down into days, until they got to the final twenty four hours. by this time tomorrow, they would officially live under the same roof, with all the benefits and costs of that idea.

and, they were finally winding down, jonathan scrolling through the comments of his most recent blog while steve searched around for where the thermostat was ( ‘in my old place, it was near the bedroom, why isn’t it always near the bedroom ?? ‘ ). the mindless scroll of comments that didn’t say much new, the occasional long reply that meant something, though most was just filler.

until he hits the inevitable comments with crushes. the first few are short as always, empty compliments, things that don’t ring true to the creator, eventually turning into long form confessions of love. every personality got them, though recently they were becoming more elaborate, more effort into getting any sort of answer from him.

steve always pretended he didn’t mind, teasing fingers reaching for tense muscle to announce his presence, snooping over the other’s shoulder is vague curiosity. smile breaks as soon as he reads the line “i have always loved you,” reaching over to distract from the screen with other means. lips pass teasingly across jonathan’s neck, craning to catch a protest with his mouth, pushing together with more force to swallow the words where they start.

slow, as is his tendency, there’s no hesitation to deepen the contact, sparking something more than just affectionate beginnings. pulling away slightly, he cards fingers through the other’s hair before tugging back, going back to his previous task. in little time at all, teeth and tongue meet flesh to mark territory, sucking a deep bruise with control.

@chaossought​ said :: ‘ hesitation kills. ’ from drifter

glowing eyes watched the dredgen’s movements. he found comfort in his movements, and they said much about his behavior. she could hear the nine opinions echoing in the back of her mind. the constant judgement was a familiar soundtrack during the rare moments the two were face to face. she gently floated near, lowering to be slightly closer to eye level.

the realm is cold, if word is to be believed. it is empty of frivolous items yet full of limitless potential. it is everything and nothing at once, ready to be molded into the newest trial for lightbearers. the nine provided. the nine watched. the emissary spoke the whispers her guides wished to share. and the drifter was free to play his game, rake in the glimmer, distract himself from his hunger for a brief moment. the system had no immediate flaws. perhaps that was why she was tasked with watching over. not just to be the nine’s voice but also their eyes - make sure the drifter could not exploit a loophole he stumbled across. she would not complain. even when guardians would fight within the haul, the silence was enjoyable.

she can feel the slight disturbance created by the former dredgen’s actions.her head tilts by a fraction of an inch for a millisecond. there was no one around to miss it.

she floats above the lightbearer, blank eyes staring. the man is an anomaly - both to other lightbearers and the nine that whisper into her ear. some toyed with the darkness. played as if they’re children experiencing new toys. and perhaps they were. testing out limits to see if the passion, temptation, want for more would truly remain. some chased the shadows far enough to become one, lost within darkness that would forever claim the identities they held before.

the thorn, however, holds the darkness in his hands as if she is a lover he continues to seduce. he is a myth - beautiful, deadly, and rightfully feared. guardians are enamored with the legends that are whispered in corners of the last safe city. the nine have kept their own watch and learned much of both the darkness and the light. “ignorance is pain, dredgen.” she floats closer, until eyes are level and blue meets green. she studies the features before her as if a closer inspection will change a thing. “those who believe otherwise are foolish. though you don’t need me to teach you that.”

- v 001. - her time as nasya sarwar, human. follows her life from childhood to the day she went to sleep in a cryopod.

- v 002. - nasan ar, translator of the awoken, confidant of the queen. from the moment she woke to the moment nasan died.

- v 003. - orin the risen. more severely touched by the influence of the nine as the centuries pass. lost within her own emotions. until orin the lost.

violet && frank definitely grow up bilingual. steve hauls ass to finish his second year of spanish and starts taking night classes during the summer to really get it down, he refuses to be that parent who could have started that early and didn’t.

they grow up using spanish && english interchangeably at home.

nancy is their aunt && all of the party members are also aunts n uncles. steve really doesn’t mind the association even if he does occasionally joke that they aren’t really related. ( ie “mike who? i have never seen this boy in my life.” )

their full names are franklin henry harrington and violet annabelle harrington.

he loves them to death and their existence changes none of my future HCs for steve, he still either ends up working in the police department or becoming a teacher.