#deeeefinitely gonna be slowing down a bit from here!

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One more Artfight attack for today: @poorlemons's OCs, Lamp and Big Ann!

(Artfight 2024 Masterpost)

[hadriandemara-ffxiv]

My turn!

• Duty Commenced: “Just stick close t’me, beautiful. We’ll get in, we’ll get out, we’ll be fair deal richer by night’s end. --By the by, I’m orderin’ noodles later. Try not to snatch up all the fried pork-belly bits this time, yeah? *grin*” • Assisting: “Aaaaand BLAM! Another one down! --Got to slash harder’n that, Chan. I’m three ahead o’ you.”  [Hadrian whirls on the spot to cover Chanai’s back, and promptly brings his kill-count lead to four.]  • Being Assisted: “Shite--! ...Wait, you’re HOW many ahead now?! Slow the hell down, you damned devil!”

• Idle Banter I: “...Deeeefinitely noodles, aye. With them little... erh... whass’thename. The crunchy green things on ‘em. I know a man makes th’best damn ones outside o’ Yanxia proper -- an’ he never pokes fun at me for orderin’ mild, neither. *snicker*”  [Scallions, Hadrian. The word you were looking for is ‘scallions.’] • Idle Banter II: “Shh... shh--! D’you hear that? ... It’s the sound o’ me bein’ amazing. I know.” • Idle Banter III: “...Gods, but you’re pretty with all that arterial spray all over you.”  [Hadrian glances left, then right. The gears are turning. ... A decision has been made.]  “--Fuck it. C’mere. We’ve got a few minutes.”

• Witnessing Chanai KO: “NO--! No no no no no no, Chan, no!”  [In a blind rage, Hadrian engages his ceruleum tank -- and promptly launches his LB3.] • Reviving Chanai: "It’s... *huff, puff* ...it’s all right... they’re dead, Chan, it’s gonna be all right... gods, just wake up-- please...! Don’t... don’t leave me here without you--!”  [Hadrian falls to his knees, battered and bleeding from the LB3. Clutches the fallen Chanai to his chest, kisses him, and prays for a damned miracle.]

[If Hadrian does not survive his LB3 attack, the duty ends.]

• Duty Completed: “Gods’ sakes... Chan, you-- you maddenin’ little monster! *laugh* Swear on me life -- you’re buyin’ the gods-damned noodles tonight. S’what you get for scarin’ the everlovin’ piss out o’ me.” 

Hadrian launches into battle beside Chanai with a bloodlust that borders on actual lust... and a competitive streak like no other. That kill-count is kept right through to the end. Bring Chanai down and it’s over, though; he’s entirely ready to ensure that absolutely no one makes it out of this dungeon alive. Not a single one. (Himself included.)

Thank you, @chanaihimaa!  ( @mathemagiks for mention! )

[warriorqueen1991]

Part: One

Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Hilarie Burton

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Fluff and Awkwardness

Notes: There is another part to this coming out today so you guys won't have to wait too long lol

Now of course I don't know exactly what went down between these two but from the small amount of info given this is what I'd like to think happened ;)

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“So I've got a girl you should meet”

Jeff let out a deep sigh as he shoved another shirt into his suitcase holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder “what the hell does that even mean Jensen?”

He could hear the younger man let out an annoyed huff “n-nothing...I just...well...you just got over that thing with Mary and Daneel’s friend just ditched her husband and I figured…”

Jeff growled slamming his suitcase shut “you figured a good rebound is just what the doctor ordered huh?”

“That's not what I said, I know it was rough man…” he sighed causing Jeff to feel a pang of guilt for snapping at him.

“just come out for drinks with us, talk to her...who knows you two might hit it off”.

Jeff snorted “yeah cuz that's exactly what I need, find out I'm not good enough for one women just to get rejected by another”.

“It's just drinks man, just some alcohol with friends” he chuckled.

Jeff ran his hand down his face with a sigh “fine I'll go, but don't try any of that fucking matchmaker shit..”

“I won't, scouts honor!!”

“You were never in the fucking scouts!”

***

“Whoa slow down pops” Jensen chuckled as Jeff downed his fourth shot of whisky. The man looked like he was about ready to throw up, as he eyed the door. Jensen was nursing a glass of scotch as he eyed the older man with great amusement.

Pulling back his coat sleeve Jeff furrowed his brow “h-have you talked to Daneel?”

Jensen smiled raising his eyebrows over his tumbler with a hum. Setting it down on the bar with a wince “take a breath man, they'll be here”.

Jeff rubbed his hands together before ordering another drink, he probably shouldn't of been drinking so much but he couldn't seem to douse the damn butterflies in his stomach. It never failed, every time he opened his heart to a woman they crushed it before tossing it to the curb.

The thought of going through it again while the wound was still fresh terrified him, what would she think of him?

Did she even know he was gonna be here?

Just as he was about to ask, the door opened with a loud jingle. Snapping his eyes to the door his eyes widened, Daneel came through first followed closely by the most beautiful woman Jeff had ever seen.

She was tall and lean, with soft brunette hair that hung to her shoulders in waves. her smile lighting up the room as she followed Daneel, her happiness alone seemed to give the room life.

Jensen caught on to Jeff's enamored look with a deep chuckle “well that's a good sign”.

Jeff didn't hear him, he couldn't hear anything. His eyes locked with the goddess heading their direction, the world going into slow motion like some sort of cheesy romance flick.

Both Jensen and Jeff got to their feet as the two women came to stand beside them. Jensen leaning forward to give Daneel a sweet kiss as she brought her hand up to rest on his chest as she grabbed her friends hand. Her chocolate eyes darting to Jeff with a sweet smile before pulling her around making her giggle.

Daneel’s friend gave him a sweet smile “you ok?”

Raising his brow in confusion he suddenly realized his mouth was still hanging open like a freak. Shaking his head to knock the fog loose he cleared his throat with a soft smile, he could feel the blush working its way up his throat making him drop his chin “y-yeah...sorry”.

Jensen was smiling like an idiot, Daneel biting her lip with a pleased smile as she tugged him away from them “Let's get some drinks”.

Jeff scratched the back of his neck nervously before gripping his earlobe, the woman watched her friend leave them alone before returning her gaze to him. Dropping his hands to stuff in his pockets he shifted before blurting out “I-I'm Jeffrey…”

She smiled “Hilarie”

He smiled brightly, he doesn't know what to say.

He didn't want to blurt out something stupid like…

“you have beautiful hair”.

Jesus christ!!

Hilarie’s bubbling laugh made him chuckle, the deep blush he was positive was burning his dimpled cheeks broadcasting his embarrassment. She toyed with the ends with a smile “thank you, s’not my natural color though” she pouted.

He couldn't stop smiling “m’sure any color looks great on you”.

He felt a wave of happiness flood through him at the blush that dusted her cheeks “you're quite the charmer huh?”

He chuckled “nah I'm a dope, but I'm a happy dope” he loved that he could make her laugh.

“I've uh seen you before ya know!”

He bit his lip with a smirk “ya have?” she nodded poking his chest playfully making him chuckle “you play papa Winchester right?”

He grinned nodding his head as he ran his hand through his hair, just then Daneel and Jensen arrived back with a tray full of shots.

“Let's get shit faced!!”

The girls laughed at Jensen while Jeff shook his head.

****

Hours passed and soon they were all pretty buzzed, Jeff had his head leaning against his hand as Daneel and Hilarie giggled. Jensen was attempting to tie a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue and failing miserably.

“Jeff, jeffy...jeeeeffff you got tequila at home? We...we should deeeefinitely go to your place for tequila”.

Jeff chuckled at his friends drunken ramblings “brother I don't think you need anymore alcohol…”

Hilarie leaned back against his chest with an upside down smile “oh come on...everyone knows it's safer to drink at home anyway!” her pleading whine made him smile. How in the world could he say no to that, Daneel suddenly grabbed Jensen's face pulling him into a fiery kiss making Hilarie cheer loudly.

“Hey, whoa alright kids keep it PG” he chuckled getting to his feet to pull them apart as the kiss gained enthusiasm. Hilarie was laughing uncontrollably as he herded them toward the exit.

Hailing a cab he furrowed his brow, how the heck were they all going to fit in the same vehicle.

Sensing his confusion Jensen and Daneel piled inside the car, the younger man lifting Daneel onto his lap as they both laughed. Jeff shook his head with a soft smile as he gestured for Hilarie to get in next.

Taking a deep breath he pushed in next to her, his heart pounding in his chest as he shut the door.

****

“So exactly how many dogs do you want?”

Jeff laughed as she giggled dropping her head against his shoulder, they were sitting on his couch as Daneel and Jensen slept on the loveseat. He lifted his glass in his hand with a bright smile “all of them!!” his boisterous declaration sending them both into hysterics.

Rubbing her heated cheeks against his shoulder, Hilarie smiled as he bit his lip “s-so how long you...uh... gonna be in town?” Blinking at him for a moment she shrugged “I got this thing in Paris coming up”.

It was probably all the alcohol but Jeff was gonna ride this wave of confidence until it failed him. “Y-you should cancel” she cocked an eyebrow at him with a smirk “and why would I do that?”

He let out a nervous laugh “I uh got a thing in Mexico I gotta get to Monday”. Her face scrunched up in confusion “what times your flight?”

He chuckled “about eight hours from now” she snorted gripping his shirt as he laughed.

“You should come with me”.

Her face lifted from his shoulder, her face shocked before smoothing out with a soft smile “and what does Mexico have that's better than Paris?”

He blushed dipping his chin before he smiled “m-me”.

****

Jeff was honestly shocked Hilarie agreed to trade Mexico for Paris.

Who does that?

Especially for a guy she just met?

The thought alone made his heart clench and his lungs seize up.

Jesus, she made him forget how to breathe.

Hilarie had arrived on the set of The Resident every day since their plane landed, they got two rooms next to one another but ate breakfast together every morning.

They even drove to the set together most days.

Jeff looked forward to seeing her everyday especially at lunch during shooting.

She was like a ray of beautiful sunshine chasing away his worries and doubts.

She was perfect.

“Kinda a bold move asking a girl to watch you play a pervert”.

He chuckled as they ate sandwiches on set, he hoped she couldn't see the nervousness blooming in his stomach.

“Uh...speaking of which…” he mumbled running his hand down his mouth “a-are you enjoying yourself?”

She smiled brightly “oh absolutely, you're …” she trailed off rolling her lips before meeting his gaze “your really sweet Jeff”. His heart clenched “I uh...y-your amazing yourself Hil... seriously, I don't think I ever thanked you for coming with me”.

She smiled “you really are better than Paris ya know?” he blushed his voice coming out deeper than he intended “that so?”

His eyes darted to the floor as he tried to control the heat washing over his face.

The shout of the director made them both flinch as he called for everyone back on set, Jeff swallowed roughly the next scene was the goddamn tub scene.

What if he made her uncomfortable?

“You know you uh don't have to hang around here all day, I know it can get pretty boring”. She eyed him suspiciously “why so eager to get rid of me all of a sudden?” he gulped “I-I'm not...it's just…”

“Jeff come on!!”

He looked over his shoulder as one of the P.A’s waved him over, Hilarie smiled cupping his face “easy tiger, it's just a movie I'm not gonna judge you by a character you portray...what kind of girl would I be?”.

Turning him around she rubbed his back before shoving him forward playfully.

“Now go strut your stuff handsome!”

He swallowed audibly.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... she was actually going to watch him!!