#parhood

[originalcharaycters]

Porcelain Face - 4 Door Theater

Parson has accomplished many things. She acquired her unique magic at an early age and had been training it ever since. At the age of seven, she was taught how to handle different weaponry and was able to fend for others and herself.

And yet,

‘I AM SO STRESSED OVER THIS BIRTHDAY GIFT!!!’

She's found herself fussing over a gift in her room.

Multiple crumpled paper was thrown into the trash can along with pencil shavings with how many pencils Parson has broken. The aforementioned girl continued to brainstorm ideas for a gift for her supposedly self proclaimed rival, Drake.

She could probably just give him a gift card and be done with it but the boy had previously given her a lovely gift on her birthday, so it was only fair she returns the favor. Maybe there was another underlying reason but who knows for sure.

Parson quietly messes up her unbraided hair in frustration, Antos already in deep sleep beside her. She sighed and thought to herself, whoever could help her with the gift before a lightbulb appeared beside her head.

“Pear Blossoms, it is 2 A.M. on a Saturday.”

Sun's tired voice answering the phone made the chameleon froze in her seat.

“... It's what.”

“2 A.M.- you know what, just call me back later during lunchbreak or something. I'm getting my beauty sleep.”

The tired boy quickly hung up while Parson was cursing to herself in her hands for not paying attention to the time and taking so long in deciding a gift.

“Alright, what's your emergency?”

Sun spoke into his phone as he sits at a table with Mital beside him. Parson, who's on the other side, took a deep breath before saying everything in one take.

“So, say you have to get a gift for someone who you barely know but you care about them a lot cause they've been with you for a long time and you admire them quite a bit but you just don't know what to get them so now you're stuck in your room, pondering? What would you do?”

“Right, well. Pardon my language but who the fuck?”

The green-haired beastmangirl chuckled nervously at Sun's question. Hesitantly, she answered. “He's um, in Diasomnia?”

The beauty paused before slowly turning his head just enough to see the Diasomnia students, crossing off unfamiliar ones and landing on a rather crude red-haired dragon munching on his food.

Sun turns away before stating his judgement which made Parson sighs. “You can do better than that.”

“Are you helping me or not?”

Sun sighs in frustration, pinching between his furrowed brows. The chameleon can be so insufferable sometimes.

He takes a moment to think before responding.

“Flowers can mean different things and they're generally given to show appreciation anyway.”

“If he's given you something before, maybe try to reciprocate that with something that you find personal?”

Parson pondered for a moment.

“Hm.. Oh! Sun, I have another favor.”

Drake stood by the NRC entrance gate, impatiently fiddling with his hands and his tail swinging from one side to another in a hurry. He was called by Parson to sit there for a few minutes till she arrives.

He had been pacing around the entrance for 15 minutes and he was now beginning to doubt that she was coming. However, he knows her better than that. She wouldn't pull some kind of weird, cruel prank out of nowhere. But what would she want?

“Drake!”

The aforementioned boy jolted in surprise. Hearing his name suddenly being called, he turned around to see Parson holding a few items in her hands.

The red-haired dragon wasted no time to be beside his "rival's" side. They awkwardly stared at one another and exchanged greetings before the chameleon girl extends out a decent-sized bouquet she was holding.

“Um, these are for you...”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah..! A friend of mine gave me the idea.. They hold special meanings that I think suits you so..”

Drake looks at the variety of flowers which Parson had carefully assorted into a bouquet.

Multiple satin flowers and variegated tulips fills the center of the bouquet while weeping willows are peeking from the bottom and wisterias surrounding all the flowers. Drake looked at it in awe, it wasn't the prettiest thing he's seen that would be Parson but he appreciated the thought that went into the gift.

Parson remembered her other present. She reveals a small box in her hand, the cover was neatly decorated with blue felt and looked almost as a ring box. She extends the box to Drake, avoiding his gaze.

The latter stared at the box for a few minutes before gently taking it off of Parson's hand which intertwined back into her lap once the box is off her hand. The inside held a beautifully hand carved silver charm of a moon.

“This was a.. limited time charm from.. a shop belonged to my friend's mother..”

“I have a matching sun brooch. So I just thought you'd like it...”

Parson's brown eyes was on Drake the whole time as he admired the accessory. Feeling self-conscious, she offered to take back the charm if he didn't like it which she was met with a loud protest which further made Drake stumble in his words.

“Uh, I mean, you've gone through such lengths, it would be rude for someone as great as me to not accept!”

Parson had to take a moment to process before letting out a quiet giggle into her hand as Drake felt his face heat up.

“I hope you like them.”

Parson's soft smile and genuine words made Drake's heart skip a beat. He quickly snapped out of his trance and panics.

“Oh wow, would you look at the time!! You should get back, I'm sure you have important pretty business— PRETTY IMPORTANT BUSINESS to do!!!!”

He continued to push Parson out of the gate despite her protests and she finally leaves begrudgingly with a pout on her face.

The red haired dragon sighed as he quickly return back to the school building.

Drake entered his room, deciding to go to his club activity's after getting changed.

He gently placed the bouquet of flowers on his bedside table and flopped face first on his bed. He had hung the moon charm on the chains of his belt and us now tired out from the birthday celebration.

His mind wanders back to his interaction with Parson, being reminded of her having the dragon charm on the handle of her sheathed sword. For the 10th time today, his face heats up and he ends up screaming into his pillows while kicking his feet out of serotonin.

Just thinking of her cute face drives him nuts.

i hope this little fic cheers mee maw up due to recent events Drake and Mital belongs to @anaxocs

[plushiesssforcrying]

tfw your bf gives you a taste of your own medicine

i probably need to stop drawing them soon but today is definitely not "soon"

based off the scenario shrimpy and i had where drake ignores parson as revenge and in turn, they have a role reversal moment <3

this is the end of the scenario where parson is grumpy that he ignored her LMAO

drake belongs to @anaxocs

[dreams-and-drabbles]

𝓟𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓶 🎭 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰

ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴜ (Parson belongs to @originalcharaycters / @plushiesssforcrying and Drake belongs to @anaxnee / @anaxocs …)

Drake couldn’t recall a day that he hadn’t heard her voice—

Any and every time he fell asleep, she was there—

Singing.

Ever since his childhood, he’d been subjected to the haunting melody…

It used to make him mad, too.

He’d absolutely hated hearing that song over and over again.

Now, though—

It was strangely comforting to him.

So much had changed in his life, yet— She was still there.

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It all started in the summer.

The air was thick, and it hung heavy, leaving those unfortunate enough to be outside saturated in sweat. Drake was one of those unfortunate people, the P.E coach was in a particularly enthusiastic mood.

Sometimes, Drake hoped Crowley would be gracious enough to talk to Coach Vargas— This wasn’t exercise, it was torture, but whatever-

After the twelfth lap, as embarrassing as it was to admit—

He passed out.

He wasn’t the only one, either, so it’s not like he was weak or anything!!!

He thrived on heat, but even for him—

That day, the warmth was unbearable.

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She was singing that song again, and upon second glance, she looked rather familiar…

Drake sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Why do you always sing the same thing?” He grumbled, not really expecting an answer.

It was a dream, after all—

Always the same as las—

“A good song is a good song, no matter how often someone sings it.”

Drake gaped, his eyes flying open in surprise.

“You speak!!!”

He exclaimed, his tone laden with shock.

The girl rolled her eyes, and Drake studied her face for a moment, his brows furrowed.

“Why wouldn’t I be able to speak? Obviously, I’m capable of speech, given I sing…”

She—

She had a point.

Drake gnawed the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowed in thought.

“Fine, then. Can I have your name, Miss Mysterious Singer?”

The girl smiled at him sweetly, and Drake’s cheeks burned—

She was cute—

“No.”

SHE WAS SO UNCUTE !!!!

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He woke to the sound of yelling.

Coach Vargas was getting told off by the castle’s maid, who didn’t appreciate the extra mess.

He stood up, glancing at the blue haired woman, and the muscular coach, before flashing a peace sign, and leaving—

He’d rather not get in the middle of that —

The next class was fortunately, far less taxing— It was just History, with Professor Trein.

He could probably nap, actually—

Trein’s class wasn’t hard.

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“Shouldn’t you be studying right now?”

The girl asked, and Drake was thrown off by the question.

“Shouldn’t you be singing right now? You know, instead of asking me about school n stuff—“

The girl’s cheeks went crimson and before he knew it, one of his cheek’s matched—

Maybe, he deserved that, but before he could decide if he did or not—

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.

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He was woken by a loud meow, and it was with much irritation, that he met the gaze of Lucius, the professor’s familiar.

“Mr. Redhood. Would you care to answer question three?”

Drake stared at the Professor blankly, before frantically rushing to open his book—

The professor sighed, his features twisted in exasperation.

“If you are feeling unwell, then I suggest you go see the Nurse. I did hear about the disaster that was P.E today. I would also recommend you icing that cheek of yours.”

Drake nodded, his expression falling in confusion—

Ice his cheek…?

Wait!! That would mean !!!

“Thank you, professor.”

Professor Trein nodded, waving Drake off in a clear dismissal.

Drake fought back his grin, allowing it to slip on his face, only after he was out of the classroom.

The Nurse let him lay down, which was just perfect—

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“You’re real!!!” He shouted, pointing at the girl.

She raised a brow, her expression unimpressed.

“Congratulations. Your deductive abilities are astounding.”

He frowned, crossing his arms in irritation. “Oh, come on!!! Don’t be like that!!! I’ve thought you were a figment of my imagination for years!!”

The girl snorted, rolling her eyes, as she gave him a glare without any real heat behind it—

“Yes, well— You only just bothered to speak to me, so that’s kind of on you. Not only that, but the first thing you did was question my taste in music. Forgive me, if I’m not exactly thrilled.”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, offering her an apologetic smile, as that was all true—

“Sorry, yeah? When you phrase it like that… I sound kinda like a jerk.”

To his surprise, she shook her head, a small smile forming on her face. “Not a jerk, no— Just an idiot.”

His brow twitched.

“I think I’d rather be mean than stupid.”

She shrugged.

“Not everyone gets what they want in life.”

He frowned, his expression falling some—

“Yeah… You’re right.”

The girl looked up at him, after that, her expression softening some.

“Hey, I was ju—“

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The nurse woke him up, telling him that classes for the day were over, and he frowned.

That was a bit disappointing…

He was sure, he was about to get an apology or something like that!!!

It was with great disappointment that he returned to Diasmonia’s dormitory. He entered his room, and flopped onto the bed, hoping that he’d fall asleep—

He didn’t.

He’d probably slept too much throughout the day or something.

That was so irritating!

He opted to pass the time scrolling through Magicam—

Huh..? He got a follower?

…Parson…

Hmm.

He clicked follow back, and his expression fell—

This account is private: request to follow ?

He pressed ‘yes’ , his interest piqued—

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“Welcome back, Snoozles.”

Drake’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, and he brought a hand to his chest in mock offence.

“Snoozles?! Man, what did I do to deserve this?!”

Her lips twitched and his heart soared at the shift in her expression.

She’d almost smiled !!!

“Hmm, let’s think. Ah, yes. Miss Mysterious Singer…”

Drake rolled his eyes, gesturing to her teasingly. “Well you refused to tell me your name, sooo—!

Her eyes widened, and she averted her gaze, her cheeks tinged pink.

“Oh, I did… Alright, fine. My name is—“

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Drake swore when he was woken up, earning a surprised chortle from Lilia.

“Ufufu? Good dream, I take it? You wouldn’t wake for anything..”

Drake’s cheeks warmed at Lilia’s jest, and he shrugged in response.

“Um… Kind of, yeah.”

His phone buzzed from its spot on his bed, and man—

He wished he could just melt into the floor!!!

This was awkward as hell…

Lilia chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

“Ah, to be young again. Get ready, it won’t be good if you’re late, and… I have a feeling you may want to check your phone.”

Lilia gave him a knowing smile, before leaving the dorm—

Drake stared after him for a moment in confusion, before sighing, and glancing at his phone—

Parson has accepted your request.

[✉︎ One new message !!!]

Parson: Hey, Snoozles. It looks like our conversation got cut short— You go to NRC, right? Meet me at the field for flying lessons. BEFORE CLASS.

Drake reread the text, suddenly feeling very awake. He hurried to get ready, leaving the dorms in a rush to get to the field in time—

There was no way he’d be late.

[plushiesssforcrying]

was rlly unsure if i wanted to post this yet but shrimpy wanted it up so y'all can have it rn 😭

post-confession parhood 👀

✩ some fun facts for y'all

✩ parson rarely wear skirts because of her thick tail.

✩ parson's love language is acts of service and words of affirmation

✩ parson actually really like the attention but will rather be caught dead than admit it

drake redhood belongs to @anaxocs

[plushiesssforcrying]

pre-fallen parson was feral 😔

i also have a cat hat my friend crocheted for me hehehe

anyways, i've been dragging other ppl into the parhood agenda heh

drake belongs to @anaxocs

[originalcharaycters]

"Apples! Let's spar!"

Drake happily bursts into the room, only to be met with Parson holding down her skirt below her knees due to her tail's size.

"Drake! Have you ever heard of knocking?!" Drake completely ignored Parson's yelling and instead looks star struck at her new look.

Parson had never been one to wear stuff like dresses or skirts due to them restricting her movements. However, Sun had sent her a bunch of his father's new clothing lines which consists of dresses and loose clothing.

The dragon boy's eyes lit up and he quickly trudged over to the chameleon, despite her loud protests for him to move back.

Drake pulled Parson closer by the waist and started peppering kisses on her face, adding comments about her new look in between them. The chameleon's nose scrunched up in retaliation but made no effort in stopping him.

In the end, Drake gave a longer kiss on the lips before pulling away to relish in his girlfriend's beauty with a smile.

"You're beautiful."

Parson only responded with burying her face on his chest, bright red from his display of affection.

Drake stared silently as Parson slept soundly on his chest. The chameleon girl had spent the night over in his dorm room for a late night study date and ended up having a sleepover.

Drake carefully pulled back an out of place strand of hair from Parson's face, giving him a more clear look on her sleeping face. He smiled and placed a chaste kiss on her hair when his phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the device from his bedside table to see a message from his clubmates saying there'll be a last minute club meeting. He groaned at the thought of having to leave his bed [and Parson] but what needs to be done, needs to be done.

The dragon boy tried to softly push his girlfriend aside so he could get up but his efforts was put to vain as the girl only held the boy closer to her, grumbling under her breath about being comfortable.

Drake's heart skipped a beat as he sighed and he ultimately succumbed into Parson's needs instead [as he always does].

This was more important anyway.

"This is the worst."

The red-haired boy groaned as he pulled the blankets closer to his body.

"Annie, can you make me some soup?"

"Hell no, I need to get shit done and as much as I'd like to research you, I am not dealing with..." Annie waved her hand up and down to asses the situation.

"... This mess."

Annie grabs her phone and opens the door to leave while Drake is still whining in the background and was met with Parson, waiting outside for her.

"Oh. Annie, I–"

"Ah, Parson, perfect timing." The girl clapped her hands together before pushing her friend inside while she leaves through the door.

"There. You can take care of that, later!"

Parson watched in confusion as the girl left her alone in the dorm room and slammed the door close.

"Ugh, Annie, wha–" Drake turns around, expecting to see his bastard of a friend, only to be met with a familiar green-haired chameleon. The boy panics and quickly scrambled to sit up from his position.

"HI. HELLO. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???"

Parson watched as Drake is nervously smiling and peeking out from his blankets. She tilted her head [which did nothing to help the poor dragon's heart] at the scene.

"Are you... sick?" The red-haired dragon stayed silent at first before confirming her assumption. She stared for a moment before ordering the boy to stay put as she walked out the door.

After a good half an hour, Parson came back with a tray in her hand. The tray consists of a bowl of soup and a glass of water.

She discreetly apologized for taking so long and placed the tray on the bedside table, sitting beside the boy on the bed. Drake watched as the girl picked up a spoon and scooped some soup into it.

Parson softly blew out some of the soup's steam and placed it in front of Drake. Hesitantly, he tasted the soup, anything other than Lilia's cooking has to be good right? His eyes lit up. "It's... really good!"

A small smile broke out onto the chameleon's face [which in turn made the boy stared more with pink dusting his cheeks]. She placed the spoon back beside the bowl and got up from her seat.

"Good. I'll go find some medicine, in the meantime, finish these up will you?"

Drake inwardly jumped with joy as Parson left his room once more.

"Nevermind. Best day of my fucking life!"

Annie belongs to @astralnike Drake belongs to @anaxocs

[plushiesssforcrying]

“And I loved every bit of you.”

gonna be staying in the city by tomorrow but i alr have a post scheduled by then >:]

for now, have some parhood who i'm prolly gonna be drawing the whole time tomorrow

he makes sure to take care if her hands <3333

drake belongs to @anaxocs as always

[plushiesssforcrying]

My Dear Parson,

an incredibly late birthday gift for my girl, on january 15th,,,, enjoy !!

Parson sighed and entered her room, simply glad that the day was over.

As she was about to crash on her bed, the multiple boxes on her bedside table caught her eye. At first she thought it was her roommate's items since they'd tend to leave their stuff on her side of the room but the little gift card in green and yellow dissipated that thought.

She knew immediately that it was from Sun. Despite their rocky relationship, Sun was an overall good friend of hers. Though she wasn't fond of him putting a fake act on around Antos, she couldn't deny him as he was genuinely helping the prince.

Green and yellow had always been their combo color, so she quickly grabbed the card and read the details inside.

"My Dear Parson,

It has come to my attention that it was your birthday the past week. I apologize for the late notice as I've been terribly busy, I hope your day was spent well.

Of course, I have gotten you a brand new outfit and a few accessories from my mother's shop. I hope it is to your liking.

I'm sorry I almost broke our pr

Signed, Sun P.S. Antos also participated in the gift choosing, so take it as our token together."

Sure enough, most of the boxes are filled with outfits and accessories, all fitting to her taste. She smiled.

Despite being relatively far from each other, Sun had never failed to bring her a gift and she appreciates every little thought that was put into them.

However, a particularly big giftbox caught her eye. She knows Sun isn't the type to give grand gifts, he prioritized thoughts rather than price.

A basic white card that says 'Happy Birthday!' sits on top of it. This immediately got the chameleon's guard up, after all, no one other than the Goldfarben's and Sun knew about her birthday.

She carefully picked up the card from the box, afraid that it's some kind of trigger of sorts. With great care she opened the card and read the contains.

"Hey, Swirls!!

It's me, Drake. I saw the blondie writing some stuff and bringing boxes so I asked what's up and apparently it's your birthday a few weeks ago!

So I'm gonna be a nice friend rival and get you something too!

But, I don't know what you like other than swords and fighting, so I got you this HUGE ASS TEDDY BEAR! and a charm for your sword so you remember who's the better one out of us two.

Love Your fri Signed, Drake"

Parson raised an eyebrow before slowly raising the top of the giftbox up.

Inside was a teddy bear almost exactly her height. It was holding a smaller box and when she opened it, she saw a small dragon charm in red.

She stared for a moment before sighing and cracking a smile.

'What a nuisance.'

"Oh senpai? Is that a charm on your sword?"

An underclassman called out to Parson as she heads to her Swords Training Club. Her gaze fell on the grip of her sword, the little dragon charm dangling at the end of it freely.

"I didn't take you as the type to accessorize your swords." Parson simply smiled, holding the charm in her palm.

"Guess you could say it's from someone special."

Drake Redhood belongs to @anaxocs