The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Grayson x Luke x Drake

Struggled with this for longer than I should have been. I've been wanting to do this ship for so long and finally I've done it!! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy :)
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The blonde traveled down the path of gravel, growling as the rain began to come down. He shoved the health potion into his backpack, feeling the drops of water soak into the fabric. He hoped that the water would not ruin any of his belongings. He sighed and tugged of his ragged black jacket, his body shivering and teeth chattering in the frigid air that allowed him to see a cloud of his own breath in front of his face.
At least soon he would return to Drake, and when they reunited, being stuck in this cold weather will all be worth it. He couldn't wait to be by his side once again. He was still frustrated with himself that he had left his best friend in such a vulnerable state...then left him all alone for an entire week while he was in his coma. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind, some causing guilt to gnaw at his insides. Did Drake wake up? Is he still sick? If he did wake up, then did he panic that he was gone and went out to search for him? Grayson shook his head, taking his mind off of the questions that were beginning to make him feel nauseous.
Grayson looked up, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw the old ghastly home that he had left Drake in. It was once both Drake's and Armen's long before the two had met him. It was the place where all of their problems began, and while Grayson was uncomfortable with staying in that place, he did not feel like he had a choice. Drake was injured, then after he lost control, he became sick and slipped into that coma. He felt like he had no choice but to stay and care for him there.
A smile momentarily perked on Grayson's lips, but it was quick to fade when he noticed something horribly wrong. The front door was wide open, swaying as the wind beat against the wood. The blonde's right brow lowered as he searched for Drake within the doorway, but he could not see a thing at the angle he stood at.

"Drake?!" He called out. No reply.

Grayson approached the porch of the old house, listening to the wood squeaking beneath his feet and causing him to jump. Something was not right, unless he foolishly left the door open before he left. He stepped inside of the house with caution, instinctively drawing his sword. His shivering body grew still with fear and anticipation for the unknown.
There was nothing around that he could see. Everything appeared the same way that he had left it, at least as it appeared to the naked eye. He called out Drake's name once more, once again receiving no reply. Perhaps he was still unconscious? Grayson walked over to the door, ignoring the contestant creaking that the room made with each step he took. His arm extended out to take the doorknob, twisting it until he heard a click echo throughout the house.
He pushed the door open to gaze into the room. He peered into the small room, looking down at the bed that he had left his best friend lying upon. He saw nothing. Drake was gone, the only thing in his place being a bundle of messy red and white sheets with stains of yellow from feverish sweat.
His heart began to race with the thought that Drake had finally awoken, making him both excited yet also worried. He checked the other room, but it was exactly the same way that he had left it, and still Drake was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he was in the basement?
His ears perked up as he heard a loud creaking coming from the stairwell. Grayson turned around and walked out of the bedrooms, his blade close to his body as held a defensive stance. His eyes widened as he caught movement at the doorway, a swift solid figure dashing outside of the house and heading back down where Grayson had come from. Immediately the ex-commander dashed out to pursue the figure.
He chased it outside, only running a few feet away from the porch before he dug his heels into the soil and stopped dead in his tracks. A man with lavender hair covered by a penguin hat and covered in black clothes overlaid with purple and silver armor stood there, his black mask pulled over his cunning grin. Grayson glared at the very man who had put his love into his comatose state.
Next to him was Drake's limp body that Luke held close to himself, placing his blade against the Enderman hybrid's throat but being sure that his unconscious body did not fall forward and cut open his own neck.