#patrick starter

[intoxfolklorex]

open to muses 25+ (please read my rules and his bio before replying. please do not like my starters)

“Mum says you have to be nice,” his sister had whispered into Patrick’s ear before she had disappeared off to mingle in the crowds. His mother’s Christmas party was usually the highlight of the season, and the Scottish Prince had decided to actually make an appearance this year. Especially since his younger brother had actually come into the country for it. Seeing the other person Patrick rolled his eyes and he knew if his mother saw it he would get in trouble. “Good to see that you’re here this year. I thought I might miss you.” The sarcasm couldn’t be missed in his voice.

[autumnwritcs]

open: f (+30) connection: girlfriend, secret lovers, friends w untold feelings for each other.

Patrick couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. His hand was shaking as he cupped the less harmed side of her face and evaluate how bad the wound was, all the while thinking on the ways he was going to hurt the responsible for this. "Who did this to you?" Pick asked surprisingly calm considering how much he wanted to influct pain. But she came first.

[oldestwounds]

brotp starter for @aprilwritcs​

Patrick looked at the other with a small grin as he shook his head from side to side. “You know I’m not your chauffeur right?” he teased the other, a smirk forming on his lips as his brows raised. “I’m gonna start charging for these late night fast food calls.” 

[oldestwounds]

@thanaredreamtof

“I’m not really quite sure why you’re making a super big deal out of this?” Pat said, his brows furrowing as he shrugged his broad shoulders. “It’s just a little weed.”  

[grenkids]

open (based on x)

“I want to be your man. I wanna be your savage good boy.” I want to take care of you. I do. That’s what a noble good person like me should do. Even though I am most certainly not good or noble. Not a medieval knight or even someone who tosses change into a the rusted red bucket of a pharmacy Santa. There isn’t any change rattling around in my pockets to begin with. “It’s not appropriate for royalty to jingle,” a great woman once said. Not that I am royalty or I believe that I am royalty, much to the anguish of my mother.

I look from the playing cards in my hand, attempting to read your face and know what you think about this. What do you think about everything?

[oldestwounds]

closed birthday starter for @writingshae​

Patrick couldn’t help the small smile on his face, though he still shook his head slightly against the headrest before looking back at them. “I told you not to make a big deal out of this.” he reminded with a light chuckle. He wasn’t the biggest fan of his birthday, mostly because it had always been forgotten about in favor of what his father considered more important things. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time someone bothered to even wish him a Happy Birthday. 

[patrickoharaandco]

Club reunion

Plot: My muse used to be your muse’s childhood best friend, then moved away and became very rich and successful; your muse is a dancer in a club. For certain vip guests, there are extra services which can be provided. It can’t be asked for, it has to be offered.

Patrick O`Hara hadn’t seen his friend Pete in years. So when he heard Pete was running a high-end club he had to pay the man a visit. Soon he found himself in a back room with a pint in his hand and Pete promising to send his best dancer in. “This is too much honestly.” Patrick tried to protest. 

“Nonesense, your every wish will be your command.” Pete told him, clicking his fingers to summon her inside. “Anything he wants. Nothing is off limits.” He told the girl.

[patrickoharaandco]

Arranged Marriage

Plot: My muse is The Prince of Eire, heir to the throne, his parents have found him a bride, this is their first meeting

Patrick surveyed the woman before him, grinning slightly; this was the woman his parents had chosen for him to take as his future Queen and he had to admit, they had certainly chosen well. “It’s nice to meet you, M’lady.” He said politely, trying not to smirk. “Tell me your name?” He said, taking her hand and looking her in the eye. He had previously objected to the idea of his wife being chosen for him, but when she was a beauty like the woman before him, perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing.