#parkthur

[arthur-lesters-uvula]

hear me out on vampire parker and human arthur relationship dynamic pretty pls

[potato-lord-but-not]

OFFICIAL PARKER POST YAY YIPPEE

[charon-cries]

h;asghkaggh

[izel-scribbles]

more requests!

king/knight jarthur au for @atheone

Parker for @the-algid and @koszmarnybudyn

sketch requests still open teehee

[coffin-hopping]

been having a rough couple of days,,,,,,

[podcastenthusiast]

I'm forever feral about the fact that Parker met Arthur at his lowest point so far in his life and loved him anyway. Like I genuinely believe if Parker hadn't peeled him off that bar, then Arthur would've kept going for a while, but only until the alcohol or something else killed him. Parker gave him something to live for again. He took a huge chance on this stranger because Parker could tell that beneath all that pain and self-loathing was a clever and good man who just needed a little help to see it too. He never asked for much more than Arthur was able or willing to give. He just cared.

[crayycrayon]

something beautiful about parker buying arthur the piano in their office, and the first day arthur played it was the same day parker died

parker never got to hear arthur play the piano he bought him for his birthday....

[the-algid]

Parker Collage!!!

Doing digital collages is a lot of fun!! And I love Parker

Reasons for why I added things below the cut, and link to the playlist I made this the cover of

Blood and Sand poster, since I like to believe Parker watched it with Arthur.

the middlemost drink on the bottom right corner, is the Blood and Sand drink. The drink Parker got for Arthur.

The other drink that's closer to the border, is a old fashioned whiskey. I got confused, and referenced a Jarthur fic instead of a Parker fic, and I can't get rid of it.

Mooncakes on a plate, while it is a reference to Parker being most likely chinese, it's a reference to a fic, where Parker shares some with Arthur and Faroe. (Under the Moon by TheWallsHaveEars)

The sketch of a red man wrestling, was just a reference to his fighting spirit, and the common hc that he does wrestling.

The filmstrip is a call tothe decade, and I think he'd like movies. Every image in it is their on purpose. Listed top to bottom:

Can't really see it, but it's a ravine a call to the bedrock symbolism

Two men hanging out in a bar, like Parker and Arthur did.

Two men almost kissing while dancing/embracing (Parker is gay for Arthur)

A bar fight, Parker is the more aggressive of the two

A man smoking. I hc that Parker smokes, and he uses a smoke break to leave a social interaction alone with Arthur.

Again can't really see it, but it's a piano.

The other poster looking thing is a cigarette ad, again hc smoker.

Boxing gloves, some people think hc be boxes. Again he's the fighter

The green flowers, are green carnations. A covert symbol for homosexuality.

Art by Leyendecker, a man suspected for being gay. Also these 2 guys have the casual companionship vibe, Parkthur gives off.

I tried to make it look like they scratched their initials in the wood A + P.

[lickmycoffeecup]

Uh. Yeah.

“John,” Arthur sighs.

Arthur’s head falls gently back against the wall. His head turning to allow better access. John hums, smiling against his neck. He continues to kiss, grazing his teeth over sensitive skin. His lips brushing the scar across Arthur’s neck. Arthur’s breath hitches in his chest. John’s breath huffs hot, and fast against just under Arthur’s jaw. His arm snakes around Arthur’s lower back, pulling his closer. Pushing his thigh between Arthur’s legs.

John’s lips move higher. Arthur’s breath shivers as they shift against one another. So close, and still not close enough. Arthur’s nails dig into John’s neck with one hand, while the other makes lines down John’s back. Both wished his shirt wasn’t in the way. John’s free hand slips under the hem of Arthur’s shirt, just above his belt, and Arthur can’t stop his hips from moving. Chasing John’s pressure against him.

“Turn around,” John growls.

Arthur can’t stop his breath from coming out in short pants. This is one of the few times Arthur relishes being told what to do. The ambiguous sense of control, Arthur at his most vulnerable, making his heart beat with excitement, instead of panic. John nuzzles into his neck, briefly. Just a small beat of making sure his command was what Arthur wanted. Arthur nodded, fast little movements that sends a flutter of heat into both their bellies.

The loss of pressure as they disentangle themselves enough for Arthur to do as he was told, makes Arthur whimper. Low in his chest, just the smallest whine. Making John fight pushing him back against the wall. The chill on Arthur’s neck gives him goosebumps. Everywhere feels too hot, too tight, and too far from John. But it doesn’t last long.

Arthur twists, turning his back to John. Placing his hands firmly on the wall. Planting his feet. His palms barely find firm ground, and large warm hands are on his hips. A broad, warm chest is pressed into his back. The return of lips, and a hot breath on his neck, as John’s whole body is pushed against him. Arthur can’t help the smile edging at his lips, he sighs as John’s broad frame envelops him again.

John’s hips roll against him. Arthur tries to push back into him, but John’s hands remain firm at his hips.

“So eager,” John murmurs against Arthur’s torn ear.

“Ass,” Arthur hisses.

“Such a mouth,” John smiles.

Arthur gasps as teeth sink into his neck. He braces himself against the wall. Fresh waves of heat radiate out from the bite. Arthur’s thighs shiver, and his legs seem to spread against his will as John pulls Arthur’s hips back against him. Giving Arthur exactly what he wanted. Arthur’s eyes close slowly as the warmth from the pain settles in his crotch. Wetness staining his pants. His breathing is heavy, shuddering in his chest. He reaches back, and runs fingers through John’s hair, as John releases his neck. Kissing the bite, leaving behind slightly pink, bloody lip stains.

“Arthur,” John breathed.

Peppering the swollen mark with sweet nothings. His fingers pushed against Arthur’s stomach. Inching slowly down, under the waistband of Arthur’s pants. Arthur is smiling, so content, as the hand creeps further down. His eyelids flutter.

“Parker,” Arthur sighs.

All at once, they’re both frozen.

Everything stops.

John pulls away with a harshness that makes both of them sting in the most sensitive areas. Stepping back. John is breathing hard for all the wrong reasons.

Arthur whips around. Strands of short dirty blond hair whip out, and cling to his forehead. His hand is covering his mouth. Eyes wet with the start of tears. No longer warm, and content. Everything feels cold. He stares blindly in John’s general direction.

“I—-,” Arthur can barely manage.

“I’m sorry,” there’s barely any sound to his voice, as his hand hovers just over his mouth.

Before John can say anything, Arthur is moving to his room. Heavy, quick steps on the hardwood floor. He runs into a table in his haste. The lamp sitting on the table starts spinning, and barely stays upright with the momentum as he makes it to his room. He grabs his door, and flings it shut, but it hits wrong on the frame with a heavy smack, and bounces slowly back open. The sound of wood rattling fades quickly.

John stands at the far end of the room. Breathing heavy as the light wobbles over him, and the walls. Finally the lamp comes to a rest, settling nearly at the edge of it’s table.

He tries to settle his breathing, his heart pounding in his ears.

Everything is silent.

Except for the soft sound of sobs coming from Arthur’s room.

John isn’t sure how long he stands there. His body feels chilled, and numb. The slow fading of his excitement just leaving him shaky, and covered in a cold sweat. His feet start to hurt as he remains rooted in his spot.

Arthur’s room is silent, and dark.

Finally, John lets out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he had been holding for far too long.

The motion, the deep exhale, and slow inhale, finally breaks John of his stupor. His eyes focus on Arthur’s darkened doorway. He takes slow, careful steps across the room. Trying to be quiet, but the creak of hardwood boards betrayed his every foot fall. He stops at the table, looking down at the lamp. He reaches down, straightening the table. Correcting what had been tipped out of balance as he pushes the lamp back to the center of the table’s flat surface. He reaches under the shade, and pulls on the metal beaded chain. The lamp turns off with a solid click.

John feels bolder in the dark. Less pressure to be quiet, and he takes the final few steps to enter Arthur’s room.

His eyes adjust slowly.

Soft blue light spills in from the windows. In the far corner of the room, the reflection on the floor helps highlight the shape of a person. But Arthur is still in the shadows. Sat on the floor, his knees pulled up to the chest. His head is down. He makes no movement, or registers that he knows John is in the room.

John walks over to him. Unsure of what he’s even doing. What he hopes to accomplish by closing the distance between them so soon. He stops a few steps from Arthur. Who still doesn’t move.

He leans down, and reaches out, but stops. Finger tips maybe an inch from Arthur’s hair. John pulls his hand away slowly.

With a sigh, John turns, and pushes his back against the wall. He sinks down onto the floor next to the Arthur. He stretches his feet out into the light coming from the window. Feeling like he made a mistake coming in here. But it felt just as wrong to be so far apart. John couldn’t stand the idea of still standing there, staring into Arthur’s room. Or even worse, retreating to his own room.

Their shoulders were only a few inches from touching.

But John didn’t want to make this worse.

It was bad enough it had all been doomed from the start.

John sighs, low, and deep, he really meant it as he said a low, “I’m sorry.”

The seconds turn into a minute. Then more seconds turn into more minutes.

John nearly jumps when suddenly Arthur shifts. Moving to drop his head onto John’s shoulder.

He makes no move to touch Arthur any further. He stays perfectly still.

“Me too,” Arthur whispers softly.

After another minute, John slowly lowers his head. Resting it lightly against Arthur’s.

They don’t speak the rest of the night. They stay there, long after their position grows uncomfortable. And even longer after limbs go numb. Eventually they move closer. Wrapping their arms around one another. Lacing fingers together. Letting the silence speak for them.

They had come so far. Worked so hard to get here.

But there was the ever present feeling they always had more work to do.

[rosesofenvy]

"I mean, there's something about being ruined by your soulmate's hand that's kind of poetic, don't you think?"

"I don't," Arthur replies stiffly, directing his gaze away and twisting his hand into a fist in his pocket.

"I mean come on Arthur, there's plenty of ways to get killed," Parker continues as if Arthur hadn't brushed him off. He looks up to an overcast night sky, voicing thoughts that he had kept shoved away for far too long. "It's probably not going to be a violent thing - maybe a cold gone wrong or we get some bad booze. Maybe your cooking skills finally put me down for good." 

[thecatspasta]

Smiles

Parkthur art trade for @cannibalhabits and @trans-arthur-lester

Woe gay people be upon you

[potato-lord-but-not]

Dollins and Parkthur Dollins and Parkthuuurrrrr yiippppeeeeeeeee for gay people

[charon-cries]

i tjink kayne would play with parker and arthur like barbies and smush them togetjer amd then make his arthur go through unspeakable trauma by making parker die in ways more tragic than a greek god could ever dream of

i cannot wait until you get to the Christmas special. you have no idea

[izel-scribbles]

malevolent 42 spoilers (ish)

im gonna need john to pull out the astral projection here and save arthur. please harlan can we have nice things

faggots. no sorry it's pride month. nice little queers

she's my roman empire tbh............ t4t bella + arthur canon (trust me)

[coffin-hopping]

one might assume that I’m a private eyes truther but this is heresy, I am in fact a parkthur worshipper til the end of my days

[crimson--freak]

Parker/Arthur

Ooh, an interesting one! It’s not really one of my main ships but I do like the idea of them having been in a relationship at some point when working together. Maybe something a bit like a qpr, or maybe a romantic relationship (even though I very much see Arthur as aro).

Although Parker isn’t really in the podcast for longer then a couple of minutes - and even then he’s already dead (poor guy) - I really like the scene where Arthur talks about how he met Parker. It’s probably one of my favourite scenes from season 3 (and that’s saying something because that season was awesome), and I love the callback to it when Arthur is comforting Oscar. I really wish we could have seen more (if any) of Parker in the podcast, and I think their relationship would be worth exploring in more detail (as a qpr, friendship, romance, whatever you consider them)