#bookley

[apolaskiart]

My two favorite rabies creatures from the dimwood

[myfavouritenumberis27]

finally made fanta's gf who was mentioned in his bio... its been so long... her name is bookley (kinda like the name oakley :D)

also this i drew when after i made her

[heya-moth]

DID SOMEONE SAY BOOKER X GRUMLEY????? 👀👀👀

OH YES!!! *toady voice*

Yes yes yes Booker x Grumley the bestest of Ships

Little bastard man x Himbo

For you my dear Anon here is my silly fluff oneshot

Quiet night in

Word count: 1,102

Ship: Booker x Grumley

Fandom: Uprooted (LoA)

As another day closes upon the Dimwood, our not-so-heroic heroes, Booker and his dear companion Grumley, find themselves in a cozy hotel in a beautiful giant old oak tree. It was a warm summer evening and a perfect night to enjoy dinner outside as the sunset.

Booker sat with his plate and cup. "I'm glad they gave you the soldier discount when we got here; this place normally costs a fortune!" He looked up at Grumley, who was already chowing down on his soup and sandwiches.

"Me too," the pug said between bites of his sandwich, "I'm glad you corrected me when I slipped up."

"Yeah, of course, I always have your back." Booker smiled kindly. "Oh, hold on."

Booker leans in close, very close. Close enough to kiss... Grumley blushed and smiled, leaning in himself. Booker gently puts his little raccoon hands on Grumleys face and slides his fingers under two of his folds. Bread crumbs and bits of food fall as he does this.

"You got food in your folds again," Booker said with a grin and a chuckle.

Grumley frowned a little, "I thought you were gonna kiss me."

Booker chuckled even more before giving the pug a quick kiss; in turn, Grumleys little tail started wagging, and he smiled.

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot the kiss tax." Booker laughed a little, loving how Grumley just lit up every time they kissed.

"Yes, you have! Constantly! You're in kiss debt, Booker!"

"oh no! How much do I owe?"

"oh! uhm..." Grumley thinks for a moment. His face gets even more wrinkled than it was before. Booker takes a bite of his sandwich.

"About 20," Grumley smiles.

"20?" Booker asks after swallowing.

"Yes 20!"

Booker grins and sits back in his seat. "Oh, alright. I guess I can pay off my debts when we get back to our room, " he says in a playfully sarcastic tone.

Later, Booker and Grumley made their way to the hotel room. Grumley walked over to the bed, and with his armor still on, he fell over on his stomach and started to fall asleep.

"oh no, ya don't." Booker hummed and lifted him back up to his feet

"Wuh-huh?" Grumley snorts and looks at Booker

Booker snickers and starts to carefully pull apart Grumley's armor. "Let's get you out of this heavy suit of armor, Grum," he says softly with a smile.

"Oh, uh, all right." Grumley yawned and helped his partner take off his armor. Booker smiled gently as he removed his clothes.

"WOAH! Booker I-"

"Calm down, Grumley. We need to take a bath." The raccoon cuts off his partner's stammering. “I know you're not ready for anything like that." He smiles and gently pets the pug's face.

Grumley's tail starts to wag as Booker pets him. "Oh right, bath," he smiles a little.

"What am I going to do with you?" Booker chuckled as they made their way into the hotel room's bathroom.

It was a decently-sized bathroom made of stone and oak. The wash tub was porcelain and sat flush to the floor with a "waterfall" to fill the tub with two colored ropes to activate hot or cold water.

Booker gently pulled on the red rope. As he did this, a rush of hot water started to pour from the top of the "waterfall" into the washtub.

Grumley watches in amazement. "That's lovely.." he said softly.

Booker grins and lets go of the red rope; he feels the water and pulls his hand back quickly.

"When they said they have hot water, they weren't lying!"

"Did you burn yourself?" Grumley asks, grabbing bookers hand gently

"Yeah, but I'll be fine." Booker smiles as he rubs Grumleys palm with his thumb.

Grumley nods and pulls the cold water rope until it is suitable for both of them.

The two got in and washed up. Booker helped wash Grumley's folds and his back, giving him sweet little kisses whenever the pug leaned into his touch.

"Let me help," Grumley suddenly said, spinning Booker 180 degrees.

"Woah, Grumley, I don't need help," Booker said, caught off guard.

"Well, I know that," Grumley hummed and got soap in his hands, gently lathering on Booker's back as he spoke. “But you're always helping me, so I thought I'd return the favor." The pug smiled brightly, his tail wagging, making the water splash around it.

Booker blushed as his tail started to sway back and forth. " Oh well... thank you, Grumley." Loving how his partner gently scrubbed and washed his back, he felt so relaxed and calm. Booker started purring lightly.

"I haven't heard you purr in a while, Booker," Grumley said with a wide smile.

Booker chuckled awkwardly as he blushed again. "Well," He clears his throat, "it's been a while since I've been this calm and happy."

Grumley lights up and rinses Booker off, using warm water to remove all the soap from his fur. The two soon get out of the bath; Grumley shakes off the water from his coat, soaking the bathroom in the process. Booker chuckles and shields himself from the water assault with a plush towel. He handed one to his partner when he was done.

"I should probably clean my armor." Grumley sighed softly.

"Eh, it's gettin' late. We can worry about it in the morning; let's get some sleep, big guy." Booker smiled as they walked back into the room.

Booker handed Grumley a pair of sleep pants and a plain white shirt. Grumley grumbled as he put the clothes on.

"Oh, hush," Booker chuckled as he wore his pajamas. Grumley huffed before flopping onto the bed with his back. Booker snickered and crawled into bed with him. Cuddled up to the pug, he gently started to rub Grumley's tummy.

Grumley gasps and looks at him with a grin

"You're such a good boy~" Booker purred softly

"I am?" Grumley asked with a big ol smile.

"Yes, you're the best boy." The raccoon grinned and leaned up to his face.

Booker leaned in and gave Grumley a little kiss. "one."

"What are you doing?" Grumley asked

"Paying the kiss debt," Booker replied before kissing him again. "Two."

Another kiss, "three."

"Four"

As he was getting kissed, Grumley reached up and put his hands on Booker's ears, gently petting them with a smile. This continued until Booker reached twenty. The raccoon pulled away from Grumley and snuggled back into his arms with a quiet yawn. Grumley gently wrapped his arms around Booker and yawned in response.

"Goodnight, Booker."

"Goodnight Grumley"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[grimms-gone]

Booker and grumley are everything that kremy and Gideon are

[maghrib-genova]

Anyone? Anyone at all, I want to talk about Booker's voice here. The way he speaks to Copley, I have feelinggggggssss

[randomingoftherandomness]

Ive seen that post you reblogged about getting a good vibrator that makes you see the face of god and thats self care that costs the same as a therapy session. And all Im picking up is Booker investing in sex toys during his exile and when the family founds him again hes super happy and well fucked 😌 (maybe Copley helps? 😏)

LISTEN.

The idea of a well-fucked Booker all cross-eyed with bliss lives rent free in my brain. The concept of Copley keeping him wrung out and coming dry on the verge of passing out whilst warming his cock with his mouth and while Copley is on the phone with Andy arranging transport details? 

Priceless.

[apolaskiart]

A little jig in the dimwood to forget the horrors for a little!

[heya-moth]

*breaks down the door*

I HEARD BOOKER X GRUMLEY (or the ship name i came up with: HustledArmor) AND CAME HERE AS FAST AS I COULD!!! :333

OH MY GOODNESS!!!

I SAY I SAY WELCOME!!!

I’m so glad there’s others like you coming out of the hidy hole enjoying the gay animals with me

I will be now using the ship name HustledArmor (if that’s okay ofc) bc oh my god yes

I don’t have much, but here are some headcanons in no particular order.

. Booker is very good at carnival games, Grumley is not. Booker wins Grumley all of the cheesy stuffed toys.

. Grumley has slobbery kisses, Booker never minds it

. Grumley likes to kiss Bookers hands, doesn’t matter the situation, if he gets to, he will kiss the raccoon hands

. They have a ‘kiss tax’ whoever gets closer to the others face first has to pay the kiss tax or else kiss debt

. Booker is often in kiss debt

. They often play word association games just out of pure boredom.

. One of the ways Booker gets Grumley to take his armor off for a night is by complaining that he’s cold and just wants to snuggle something.

. Grumley comes running every time to ask if Booker could help take his armor off

. They sing duets together

. Booker sings all of the time Grumley sings most of the time

. The other times Grumley is howling along

. Booker is the big spoon.

I will think of more later :3