The giant skeleton sat on the living room sofa, trying (unsuccessfully) to balance a cup of coffee on his skeletal knee. The cup slid off the bone and fell onto the carpet with a dull thud.
"Damn it," he muttered, wiping the spill with the tip of a broken finger.
In the kitchen, the witch was beating cake ingredients with unnecessary force. "Who let the little ones paint the bathroom wall with strawberry jam?" she yelled, without looking back. One of the little skeletons peeked from behind the door, holding a still-sticky paintbrush.
"It wasn't me!" lied Larry, the youngest, trying to hide the sticky brush. The giant skeleton sighed and stood up, his bones creaking like an old cupboard. "I'll clean it up," he said resignedly.
Witch finally turned around, holding the wooden spoon like a weapon. "Not this time," she warned. "They need to learn. Larry! Come here now." The little skeleton looked to his father for help, but the giant merely raised his hands in helplessness. "You're on your own, son."
That's when someone knocked on the door with three quick, mechanical taps â the unmistakable signature of Mini Pekka. Harry, the second oldest, crawled to the entrance. "It's for you, Larry," he announced with a mischievous grin.
Meanwhile, Larry desperately tried to scrub Mary's back with a paintbrush, and she screamed, "Mom! He's using me as a towel!" Witch closed her eyes, counting to ten in ancient languages.
Mini Pekka entered uninvited, his metal helmet banging against the door frame. "Larry, come on! The others are already on the battlefield!" He didn't realize that he had stepped in the puddle of coffee with his iron shoe, leaving coffee stains wherever he went. Witch let out a guttural grunt, and even the bones of the Skeleton Giant trembled.
With a smooth movement, the Giant Skeleton grabbed Larry by the collar and lifted him into the air like a disobedient kitten. "Look here, son," he said, rocking the little skeleton back and forth, "do you really want to stay here causing trouble⌠or go to the arena with your friends?" His empty eyes gleamed paternally as Larry struggled, trying to reach the ground.
Witch opened her mouth to protest, but the Giant Skeleton was already in action. He threw Larry toward the Mini Pekka, who caught him in mid-air with a surprised "Oof!".
"When you get back you're going to clean that up!!" Witch shouted, but her voice had already lost its fury. She rubbed her forehead, where a vein pulsed, as she watched the two run off, Larry shouting "Thanks, Dad!" out the windows.
The Giant Skeleton turned to his wife, his bones creaking in an almost musical sound. "HoneyâŚ" he began, gently taking the wooden spoon from her hands. "How about some tea while I clean up the mess in the bathroom?" Witch looked at him for a moment, then collapsed into a tired laugh, letting herself fall into a chair. "You're a lost cause," she murmured, but her smile betrayed the affection.
In the kitchen, Barry and Cherry exchanged glances and set to work in silence. Barry picked up a damp cloth and began cleaning up the flour Witch had thrown on the floor in her fit of rage, while Cherry picked up the bowl and finished mixing the cake batter with careful movements.
"We should have stopped Larry," whispered Cherry, licking some batter from her finger. Barry shrugged. "But it was funny," he admitted, before receiving a pat on the back of the neck from his mother, who was passing by.
The Giant Skeleton returned from the bathroom with a bucket and a sponge, and began humming an old tune while cleaning up the coffee stains.
"You're doing a great job," he praised, glancing at his daughters with a blank blink. Witch sighed and picked up a cup of tea that someoneâprobably the Giant himselfâhad prepared for her. The scent of cinnamon filled the kitchen, mingling with the aroma of the cake now baking in the oven.
The cake emerged from the oven with an aroma of vanilla and butter that made even the Skeleton Giant's bones tremble with anticipation. Witch cut generous slices for each of them, while the other siblings crowded around the table, jostling to see who would get the biggest portion. "Watch your fingers," she warned, but without her former fury, only with a maternal weariness that everyone recognized well.
Outside, the distant sound of Larry and Mini Pekka engaging in some mischief in the arena echoed, but inside, a peaceful silence prevailed.
"Next time," Witch finally said, taking a sip of tea, "you lock your brother in the closet before he comes up with another one." Barry and Cherry laughed, and even the Skeleton Giant let out a sound that could be considered a laugh, as the afternoon sun filtered through the curtains painted the domestic scene in golden hues.
Witch sighed, but her body relaxed against her husband's bones. "Someone has to keep this house in order," she protested, but without conviction, while the children laughed around the table cause of a stupid joke Barry made, flour still clinging to some skeletal faces. The Skeleton Giant merely shook his head, his empty eyes blinking a little in the twilight. "And we do," he agreed, "but we also keep the fun going â otherwise, what's the point of having such a noisy family?" Witch didn't answer, but her smile, hidden in the safety of her rib cage, was answer enough.
While the children enjoyed the cake, the Skeleton Giant approached Witch from behind, his bones creaking softly. "My tired little witch," he murmured, enveloping her in his skeletal arms and carefully pulling her into his ribcage, where she usually rested before he sat down on the couch again. Witch resisted for a second, but soon yielded, letting herself sink into the cozy space between his ribs.
"You don't have to be so stiff," he whispered, pulling her hood back and gently stroking her disheveled hair with a finger. "Look what this is doing to your hair â so taut it shines less."
I know I've been a bit absent here on Tumblr with the fanfics and drawings but it's because I have a lot of extra work, commissions, and studies to do. I might even have to stop doing the commissions because of the lack of time.
I promise I'll post some doodles I made today (yes, it was of the miner, sorry not sorry haha) and I will write a bit.
I dunno if I do Magical Archer x King or I just post the Prince x Wizard smut I've already written đ¤
Did yk about golden knight and ice wizard? These two gays are frying me so bad
ৠâ§âË Golden Knight x Ice Wiazrd for you lil' bro *.â§
synopsis: In a realm where magic dictates destiny and battles are fought with elemental might, the reclusive Ice Wizard finds his solitary existence challenged by an unexpected visitor: the charismatic Golden Knight. Known for his defiant smile and effortless charm, the Knight stumbles upon the Wizard's frosty abode with a peculiar proposition: to transform his formidable ice magic from a weapon of war into a source of delight.
What begins as a whimsical experimentâturning pure ice and new moon essence into a delectable treatâsoon blossoms into an unlikely partnership. As the Ice Wizard meticulously crafts new flavors, each one a testament to his burgeoning creativity, the Golden Knight becomes his most ardent, and unpaid, connoisseur. Their shared venture, an ice cream business that unexpectedly sweeps across the kingdom, brings them closer than either anticipated, melting the Wizard's icy demeanor with every shared spoonful.
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"Ice Cream"
"Have you ever thought about using your powers for something other than freezing enemies?" The question came out of nowhere, just as the Ice Wizard was twirling the ice crystal between his fingers. He looked up slowly, surprised. At the doorway of his small wooden and ice hut, the Golden Knight was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a defiant smile.
Ice Wizard frowned. âAnd what else would I do?â He brushed imaginary dust from his blue-tinged clothes, as he always did when he was nervous. Golden Knight entered without ceremony, walking past him as if the house were his own. The scent of the golden metal of his armor mingled with the cold air of the room, creating a strange combination that Ice Wizard couldnât decide whether he hated or loved.
âSomething useful,â Golden Knight replied, playing with his blond hair and letting it fall over his shoulders. âSomething people will like.â He was looking at the shelves filled with shiny vials, each containing different types of magical ice. Ice Wizard followed his gaze, trying to figure out what he wanted.
That was when Golden Knight picked up one of the smaller vials, shaking it curiously. âThis here⌠looks delicious.â Ice Wizard nearly fell backward. âDelicious? Thatâs pure ice with new moon essence, isnât itââ But before he could finish, Golden Knight had already opened the vial and licked the contents. His eyes lit up as if heâd discovered a treasure.
"Youâre kidding me," Ice Wizard muttered, but Golden Knight just laughed, tossing the empty vial back onto the shelf. "No, Iâm completely serious. You could sell this. Call it... I donât know, ice cream?" The word sounded strange coming from him, but Ice Wizard couldnât help but smile slightly. The idea was ridiculous. Absurd. And, somehow, irresistible.
The ice cream became an obsession. Ice Wizard would never have imagined that his icy magic, once meant only for battlefields, could create something that made Golden Knightâs eyes sparkle like that. It was almost annoying how the knight showed up every afternoon, knocking on the door with that carefree laugh and a âanything new today?â slipping out from between his white teeth. Ice Wizard pretended to be annoyed, but he already had an entire shelf reserved for the jars Golden Knight liked best.
The first week was the worst. Or the bestâit depended on your point of view. Ice Wizard spent sleepless nights tweaking formulas, testing textures, adding touches of lunar magic here and there just to see Golden Knightâs reaction. When the knight tasted the first batch with raspberry essence, his moan was so indecent that Ice Wizard almost froze him on the spot. âThis is⌠perfect,â Golden Knight murmured, licking his lips in a way that made Ice Wizard look at the floor, suddenly interested in his boots.
The business grew unintentionally. First came the other champions of the kingdom, hearing about that âicy delightâ and showing up at the cabin with coins in hand. Then came the villagers, then merchants from distant kingdoms. Ice Wizard never wanted to be a pastry chef, but there was something about itâthe way people smiled when they tasted his ice cream, the way Golden Knight stood by his side, tasting every new flavor before anyone elseâthat made his chest ache in a strange way.
Golden Knight, of course, never paid. âItâs my right as the official first taster,â heâd say, scooping another spoonful from the pot of vanilla with mint stars that Ice Wizard had just made. Ice Wizard would roll his eyes, but he never stopped him. Especially because, secretly, he liked those moments. He liked the way Golden Knight tilted his head when the flavor was especially good; he liked the silly comments about how âthis would melt even the Golemâs heart.â
One afternoon, while Ice Wizard was stirring a new batch with magic sugar crystals, Golden Knight arrived earlier than usual. His hair was wet, as if heâd just stepped out of the shower, and his armor was a little looser than normal. He leaned against the counter, watching in silence for a while. âYou never admitted that you decided to do this because I told you to,â he remarked, grabbing an uninvited spoon and dipping it into the pot. Ice Wizard almost protestedâthat batch wasnât ready yetâbut something in Golden Knightâs expression made him hesitate.
Ice Wizard held the spoon in the air, frozen mid-motion. Golden Knightâs smile was unbearably smug, as if heâd uncovered a secret that not even Ice Wizard admitted to himself. âI was just bored,â he lied, turning his face away to hide the blush rising to his pale cheeks. âAnd you talk too much.â
Golden Knight laughed, a sound that echoed through the cabin like golden bells. âSure, sure.â He licked the spoon slowly, deliberately, and Ice Wizard felt a chill that had nothing to do with his powers. âItâs just that I noticed you started adding cinnamon after I mentioned I liked it. And that batch of strawberry with rose petals? Right on my birthday.â
âCoincidence,â Ice Wizard muttered, but his voice came out weaker than he intended. He tried to focus on the ice cream bowl, but Golden Knight was too close now, the heat of his body contrasting with the icy air of the kitchen. His fingers, without the gloves of his armor, were too close to his own as he took another spoonful.
"You know," Golden Knight murmured, leaning forward until his blond hair almost touched Ice Wizardâs silver hair, "I never told you what else I like about this ice cream."
Ice Wizard swallowed hard. âWhat?â The word came out as a hoarse whisper.
Golden Knightâs smile widened, the corners of his lips curving upward as if he knew exactly the effect his words had. âThe fact,â he began, scooping another spoonful from the tub between them, âthat you make each one with me in mind.â The spoon glinted in the dim light of the cabin as he brought it to his mouth, his eyes never leaving Ice Wizardâs. âEven when you pretend you donât.â
Ice Wizard felt the heat rise up his neck, so intense he almost expected to see steam rising from his own skin. âThatâsââ He tried to protest, but the words died on his lips as Golden Knight licked his lips, leaving a shiny streak of ice cream at the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, Ice Wizard reached out, his thumb almost touching the knightâs face before hesitating in midair. âYou⌠have a bit ofââ
Golden Knight seized his wrist before he could pull back, guiding Ice Wizardâs hand to his own face. His skin was warm against the wizardâs icy fingers, a contrast so jarring it almost hurt. âShow me,â he murmured, and there was something in the tone of his voice that made Ice Wizard forget how to breathe.
The touch was gentler than he intended, just his thumb brushing the corner of the Golden Knightâs lips, wiping away the ice cream with a motion that felt too intimate for something so simple. Ice Wizard could feel the heat of the knightâs breath against his fingers; he could see how his eyes darkened as he watched every tiny movement.
âYouâre trembling,â Golden Knight observed, his voice low as if sharing a secret. Ice Wizard hadnât noticed, but now he felt the small tremors in his own hands, so strange for someone who controlled ice with such precision. âItâs not from the cold,â Golden Knight continued, his fingers gently closing around Ice Wizardâs wrist as if it were something precious.
Ice Wizard tried to pull back, but his feet seemed rooted to the cabinâs icy floor. âItâs just⌠a side effect of the magic,â he lied, feeling his pulse quicken beneath Golden Knightâs fingers. The knight didnât seem convinced, his smile taking on a softer, almost tender edge. âMagic, is it?â He pulled Ice Wizard a little closer, until the space between them was just a breath of cold air. âThen explain to me why it only happens when Iâm here.â
Ice Wizardâs heart leapt against his ribs, a movement so violent he feared Golden Knight might feel it. His fingers were still pressed against the knightâs face, the tip of his thumb now resting lightly on his lower lip. It was minimal contact, but it seemed to burn more than any fire spell heâd ever faced. âYouââ his voice faltered, and he cleared his throat, trying to regain control. âYouâre exaggerating.â
Golden Knight laughed, a low, warm sound that made Ice Wizard clench his teeth. âI never exaggerate,â he murmured, tilting his head until his blond strands brushed against the Ice Wizardâs silver forehead. âBut you⌠you avoid it.â His breath was sweet, still carrying the taste of vanilla ice cream, and the Ice Wizard felt inexplicably drawn to that sweetness.
For a mad moment, he imagined what it would be like to close the distance, to taste the ice cream on Golden Knightâs lips instead of on a spoon. The idea was so shocking that he let out a small sigh, his eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings. Golden Knight noticedâof course he noticedâand his smile deepened. âAh,â he said, as if heâd discovered something monumental. âThatâs why you never look me in the eye when I taste your ice cream.â
Ice Wizard felt the heat rise to his ears, so intense that he feared his silver hair might begin to melt. âYouâre making things up,â he protested, but his voice came out weak, lacking conviction. Golden Knight released his wrist only to run his fingers through his, intertwining them with a naturalness that left Ice Wizard breathless. âMaking things up isnât my style,â he replied, his thumb gently rubbing the coldest part of Ice Wizardâs hand. âBut I admit Iâm⌠curious.â
Golden Knightâs curiosity was like a flame that Ice Wizard didnât know how to extinguish. He could freeze entire rivers, but those golden eyes burned through his defenses as if they were made of something stronger than magic. When the knightâs fingers squeezed his with that unbearable confidence, Ice Wizard felt the ice in his veins begin to crack.
âWhat kind of curiosity?â he asked, and his voice sounded strangely hoarse, as if heâd swallowed snow. Golden Knight smiled, that slow smile that always left Ice Wizard with the feeling he was about to lose some game he didnât even know he was playing. âYou know very well,â he murmured, leaning forward until their noses almost touched. Golden Knightâs breath was sweet, warm, and Ice Wizard closed his eyes for a moment, as if he could hide from that closeness.
And thenâ
It was like being struck by a spell he hadnât been able to foresee. Golden Knightâs lips met his with a gentleness that contradicted all the knightâs usual arrogance. It was hot, it was sweet, it was everything Ice Wizard had feared and secretly desired. His icy fingers clenched around Golden Knightâs, not to push him away, but because the world seemed to have turned upside down, and those hands were the only thing that felt real.
The kiss tasted of vanilla and something deeper, something Ice Wizard had no name to describe. He was about to surrender completely, about to forget that anything existed beyond those lips and that warm hand intertwined with his, whenâ
The cabin door burst open with a crash, nearly torn from its hinges by the impact. Ice Wizard and Golden Knight pulled apart abruptly, their lips still tinged with the taste of the other. Standing in the doorway, the imposing figure of Berserker blocked out the sunlight, his double-bladed axe slung across his back and his red hair billowing like flames in the wind.
âBy Odin, what is that smell of cheap romance?â she roared, striding in with heavy footsteps that made the floor shake. Her iron-brown eyes darted from Golden Knightâhis fingers still intertwined with Ice Wizardâsâto the ice cream tubs slowly melting on the counter. âI came for the ice cream, not to interrupt⌠whatever this is.â Her upturned nose wrinkled in disdain, but there was a barely concealed curiosity in the corners of her eyes.
Ice Wizard released Golden Knightâs hands as if they were made of lava, wiping his own on his blue tunic with a movement too quick to be casual. âWe werenâtââ he began, but Berserker cut off his protest with a grunt.
âSpare me, Ice Wiz. My mother has told me stories of love goblins more subtle than the two of you.â She snatched a random jar from the shelfâstrawberry with pepperâand plunged her stubby fingers straight into the mixture. Ice Wizard swallowed a comment about hygiene while Golden Knight, damn him, just laughed and leaned back against the counter as if the situation were the funniest thing in the world.
I'll probably take a break from drawing, and the fanfics will take longer to come out since classes have started again here in my country. I really wanted to post every day like before, but now with college and an extra course, that's out of the question. Well, thank you all for your patience and understanding :3
