#burying him under rabbits to teach him how to be soft and gentle to small animals

[atqh16]

You guys ever think about how the only way Sizhui could have turned out to be the kind hearted, patient and compassionate boy that he is, is because he was nurtured lovingly by someone who cared for him deeply and showed it?

[baoshan-sanren]

Prologue pt. 2

to the fucking NieLan arranged marriage AU I can’t stop thinking about

pt.1 here

A few days later, she takes herself to Cloud Recesses.

She does not announce her intention to visit prior to arriving at the gates. There is something infinitely enjoyable about watching Lan QiRen become flustered when his precious hospitality rules are not being executed to the letter. It has been half a century since she had stepped foot in Cloud Recesses (her bones are no longer forgiving of the cold mountain winds), but she is not surprised to find an additional thousand rules carved into the rock. 

Oh, but if the Heavens were only to love irony above all else, they would love the Lan Sect above all the others.

Not much else has changed, except a distinct presence of two fluffy creatures chasing each other across the green lawns, a sight that is both delightful and utterly unexpected. She watches them for some time, her brothers patiently still behind her. There is a soft giggle from one of the serving girls, quickly stifled by her companions, but MeiLing does not find it improper. Rabbits in Cloud Recesses are indeed something to giggle about.

Lan QiRen finds her moments later, two elders at his shoulder. Only someone who knows him well can see his discomfort at her presence, and she does not intend to put him at ease.

He bows deeply, the elders behind him following suit.

“Pets are forbidden at Cloud Recesses,” she says, and watches Lan QiRen twitch.

Lan XiaoChun is not one of the elders sent to receive her. Not that she had expected his presence. He would have doubtlessly voiced his disapproval already, then withdrawn into some horridly stark excuse for living quarters, intent on meditating these unsuitable marriage prospects out of existence. The Lan men might be as strong as the mountains, but just like the mountains, it took an act of Heavens to get them to move.

“Lady Nie, you presence is an unexpected pleasure,” Lan QiRen says.

“It is an honor to welcome you,” the elder on the right intones. “Truly a delight,” the one on the left adds.

She huffs. They must think her a steamed bun, to blow so much hot air in her direction all at once.

“You must have had a long journey,” Lan QiRen goes on, “May I offer you some tea?”

Tea, she accepts readily. Unless the Gusu Lan cuisine has markedly improved over the last century, tea is likely to be the only palatable nourishment within these walls.

She lets them escort her to a cushion that leaves much to be desired in terms of comfort, and fuss over her until her patience starts wearing thin. The tea is passable, the conversation dull. But in the end, she is rewarded with the sight of the two boys she had come to see.

The eldest Jade of Lan is lovely to be sure, and built properly as all Lan men tend to be; their height and width of shoulder can hardly be matched in the cultivation world, and she had admired many a Lan in her day precisely for these attributes. His voice is gentle, and his smile distressingly genuine. She does not think he is soft, but he gives every appearance of pliability. That will not do.

The younger boy is eerily similar to his brother, but there is a type of stiffness to him that only the righteous youth of the Lan Sect could perceive as an admirable trait. His gaze is pale and cool, impossible to read. There is a dignity to his bearing that many men twice his age do not possess. He might do, she thinks, but neither is precisely what she wanted.

They both appear fragile in different ways. She cannot guess which one would be less likely to shatter under the onslaught of the infamous Nie temper.

After the boys are dismissed, Lan QiRen plucks at his beard, as if composing a long-winded song on the benefits and downfalls of the marriage union. MeiLing, who had never married herself, has no interest in hearing his thoughts on the subject.

“The younger boy seems suitable,” she says instead, and watches Lan QiRen’s forehead cloud.

“WangJi has received an offer from Jiang FengMian’s adopted son.”

Now, this is an unexpected development, one MeiLing may truly enjoy.

“Cangse Sanren’s boy?” she asks, and has the pleasure of seeing the old goat turn sour at the mere mention of the name.

“Of course,” Lan QiRen goes on, “the Nie Sect Leader takes precedence. An adopted son of the YunMeng Jiang Sect must give way.”

“I would not dare gainsay the Violet Spider,” she says with a smile that does not need to be faked, “After all, they are closer in age, and likely to be better suited. Do not worry yourself, Sect Leader, the older boy will do just as well.”

He talks some more, as men always do when there is nothing of value left to say. The decision has been made, and she takes her leave sooner than courtesy demands, citing the damp mountain air as the cause. In truth, she wants a meal that does not taste like boiled cabbage, and perhaps some of that famous Emperor’s Smile, none of which is she likely to see at Cloud Recesses.

She had spent very little time in the last few decades among the Sects and Clans, their petty squabbles always tiresome beyond belief. However, she dearly wants to see that stiff Gusu Lan boy navigate a marriage union with Cangse Sanren’s wild brat. She thinks this will surely be a type of entertainment worthy of any exertion.

--

MingJue takes the news better than she had expected. His temper tantrum only shatters a few stone posts, Baxia whipping over the heads of his cowering advisors. They scurry away as cowards that they are, and she is left to enjoy her tea without their irritating presence. MingJue paces and rants some more, his anger already giving way to complaints at the sheer inconvenience of it all, the ridiculousness of forging alliances through marriage, and the injustice of the system that requires he marry a person he has never met.

Well, fiddle·dee·dee, she thinks to herself. As if every Sect Leader’s daughter in the history of time has not already voiced those same complaints.

Finally, he settles opposite her, fury dissipating for the time being. They drink their tea in silence, a few brave servants shuffling back and forth. He is young still, and if he can only avoid fighting a war in this lifetime, she thinks he may have a few good decades before the inevitable comes.

She does feel for him. No son should ever have to bury his father so young, nor shoulder an entire Sect. But there is no use in crying over things that cannot be changed.

“The eldest Jade of Lan,” he says stiffly, “was to be the next Gusu Lan Sect Leader. Why would Lan QiRen allow this marriage to take place?”

She cannot help but snort at his words, “You are not stupid, child. If the Qishan Wen raise an army tomorrow, who would stand against them? The world at peace seeks philosophers and poets. The world at war seeks butchers. Take what is offered, and be grateful.”

“You give me two Sects to protect instead of one,” MingJue says bitterly, “and another burden I must carry. You will have to forgive, if gratitude escapes me at the moment.” “A husband should not be a burden.”

The incredulous gaze he sends her way is more explicit than any words. Perhaps it is a little bold of her to exalt the benefits of marriage. But she is old and can do as she pleases, and he is not brave enough to accuse her of hypocrisy.  

Another period of silence follows. The servants, decidedly more confident now, start sweeping up dust and carrying away broken stones.  

“He has agreed to this?” MingJue finally says, his gaze not meeting hers. “The Sect elders have agreed. The Lan elders have agreed. Lan QiRen has agreed.”

His palm meets the surface of the table with force, rattling the tea cups, “That is not the question I asked.”

She sighs. Such histrionics over such a small matter. She cannot see what difference it makes; the first Jade of Lan is no temperamental Nie youth that must be beaten into submissions. Those who willingly submit to three thousand idiot rules carved into a rock are unlikely to raise a fuss over an advantageous marriage offer.

“He has agreed to begin the process,” she says diplomatically, “the rest will be of your own doing. You cannot take back the offer made, without insulting the entire Gusu Lan Sect. But I suppose, if you are truly against this marriage, you can find ways to make yourself displeasing to him.”

This is not an option he has considered before, and she immediately regrets planting that thought in his head.

“You must know,” she says, her voice stern, “the first Jade of Lan has a sweet temperament, and an infinitely kind nature. He does not deserve to be mistreated simply because you cannot reconcile to an idea of marriage. If you cannot treat him with courtesy and consideration, tell me now. I will not force that child into a life of hostility and indifference.”

Renewed fury flashes in his eyes, “Do you take me for a savage?”

“I take you for a man who does not know how to harness his temper.” “I would not mistreat him,” MingJue growls, all thoughts of breaking the agreement apparently forgotten. “Good,” she murmurs into her cup.

Perhaps she should sit with the First Jade of Lan before this marriage takes place, and impart some wisdom. He may not be willing to pound his new husband into the dirt, but she could teach him a thing or two about swaying Nie men to his purpose.

[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

Shattered Sky - Hwang Hyunjin Zombie Apocalypse AU Part 4

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Cover board by @eashmo201

Your eyes looked proudly at all of the planted crops, the newly built shelters for Belle and Daisy, and goats. The new chicken coop held the hens and roosters well, a little divider to keep them separated until it was time for new chicks. You sat with Belle, stroking her neck as she kept her head on your thigh, Daisy laying beside the both of you.

The goats were wandering about, grazing. You closed your eyes as you felt the gentle breeze lightly brush your face, the weather making you in a good mood. You felt Belle lift her head and you opened your eyes and looked over, seeing Kin approach you.

“Hey Kin.” You greeted him with a smile.

“Hey Noona, Hyunjin wants to see you.” He said, smiling back at you.

“Oh? What for?” You asked, slowly getting up and brushing yourself off.

“Not sure, he just asked me to come and get you.” Kin said, petting Daisy’s neck.

You followed Kin to the tall building Hyunjin was always in, following him into Hyunjin’s make shift office. You both walked in and Hyunjin turned towards you, his dark eyes meeting yours.

“Thank you for bringing her Kin, you can continue what you were doing.” Hyunjin said, dismissing Kin.

“Okay Hyung.” Kin said, bowing to Hyunjin and walking out of the room.

Kin left and you gave Hyunjin a confused look. He leaned back against the desk and looked at you.

“I need you to come to town with me. I have to find mouse poisoning, and Woobin said you have been to that town and might be able to help me find it. I was going to ask Woobin or Hoseok to go, but they’re busy teaching how to make long bows and arrows.” He explained.

“Okay. Should I bring my weapons?” You asked.

He nodded and walked with you to your cottage as you grabbed your long bow and some knives. He looked at you curiously and tilted his head.

“Do you not keep guns?” He asked.

“I don’t like using them too much.” You told him, walking by him and to the truck.

The drive there was pretty quiet, neither of you talking. He brought the truck to a stop right before the town, just having to cut through some woods. You both got out when you noticed a small bundle in the middle of the road. You slowly walked over and noticed it was a cat, her eyes opened as it looked like a large animal had bitten her. You checked the wound and sighed in relief when you realized it wasn’t a walker bite, but that of maybe a wolf or bear. You ran your hand along her fur and realized her belly was sagging.

“She just had kittens.” You said, looking back at Hyunjin.

“And?” He asked.

“And you know what they eat?” You asked, arching a brow. “Mice. If we can find and take in the kittens until they’re bigger then they can take care of the mouse problem, and we won’t need to keep looking for poisoning.”

His eyes seemed thoughtful as he nodded. You lifted the cats body, hoping if the kittens smell it then they might become vocal. You both slowly walked through when you heard tiny squeals and walked over to a tree, where a small hole sat in it. Five tiny kittens were bundled together, mewing loudly as they smelt their mother.

You were about to take off your hoodie when you noticed the way Hyunjin was looking at them.

“Do you want to hold them?” You asked.

“I’m allergic to cat fur.” He said lowly.

“Oh... Sorry.” You apologized, picking the kittens up and putting them in your hoodie along with the mother cat.

“You’re getting blood all over your hoodie.” Hyunjin pointed out.

“It’s okay, blood comes off.” You said, lifting the bundle of kittens and walking back to the truck.

“I’m sure we can find kitten formula while in the town.” You said, putting them in the back seat then locking the doors.

You both walked through the woods until the small town came up, and you led Hyunjin through it. Cars were scattered everywhere, front doors wide open and broken. Bodies still lay on the ground, decaying and forgotten. You made your way into a store, looking around for the mouse poisoning. You picked up a couple boxes along with some mouse traps.

Hyunjin walked in and grabbed a few as well, throwing them into his bag.

“We should find some kitten formula. I think there’s a pet store close to her.” You said.

He nodded and followed you around the town until you came to the pet store, grabbing a few tins of the powdered kitten formula and bottles. You zipped up your bag as he kept watches, glancing at you.

“Have everything you need?” He asked.

You nodded and put your bag and bow back on your back before following after Hyunjin. You both walked through the town and out into the woods, when he stopped you. You looked up and saw a large buck, it’s head turned towards the both of you. You let out a small chuckle and reached into your bag, digging out some of the feed you kept with you. He looked at you questioningly as the buck began to approach you.

It slowly stuck it’s snout out and ate the feed from your opened hand. It’s lips tickled your palm and you smiled, making Hyunjin look at you.

“Shouldn’t you be shooting a bow at it?” He asked.

You let out a soft chuckle and took some more feed out, dumping some in Hyunjin’s hand. He glanced at you as you cupped your hand under his bigger one, moving it towards the buck. It slowly reached its head foreword, eating the feed off of his hand as well. He smiled at it as you led his hand out to the buck’s neck. His long, pretty fingers were gentle as he ran them along his neck, a small smile on his face as you withdrew your hands.

“You don’t have to kill something every time you see it.” You said to him with a small smile.

He smiled at the buck and you couldn’t help but admire it. His teeth were a pretty shade of white, and his smile made his handsome face light up. You haven’t seen him really smile since you had gotten there, and you couldn’t understand why he never smiled. He looked so pretty when he did as he ran his fingers along the bucks neck.

The buck lifted its head and pranced away from you both. Hyunjin raised himself and began to lead you back to the truck. You checked the kittens, you were mewling loudly from being hungry.

“I’ll have to free them right when we get back.” You said.

“Minho and Jisung will be happy. Especially Minho.” Hyunjin said.

“Really?” You asked.

“They’re cat people.” He said with a small smile.

When you both got back, you opened the door and slid down the seat and onto the ground, holding the kittens tightly. Minho walked over to greet Hyunjin and you smiled at him.

“I have something for you.” You said.

He gave you a confused looked and you showed him the kittens, making his eyes widen and huge smile stretch across his face.

“Oh my god.” He gasped, looking down at them.

His eyes saddened when he saw the mom, his hands gently rubbing her fur.

“It looks like she got into a fight with soemthing. I brought kitten formula.” You said.

He nodded and took the kittens so you could bury the mother. You found a spot near the garden and buried her near some of the flowers you grew (the non medicinal flowers) you put a small stone over her grave and stood up, turning around and bumping straight into Hoseok.

“Aish! Why were you standing so close?” You asked, rubbing your forehead.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d turn around that fast.” Hoseok laughed.

You rubbed your forehead and looked at him, tilting your head.

“What’s up?” You asked

“I was just checking on you, Kin told me you went out with Hyunjin today.” He said.

“Yeah, I found some kittens and we grabbed mouse poisoning and kitten formula.” You told him.

“He’s not weird with you, is he?” He asked.

“No? I don’t think he likes me at all.” You sighed.

“Well, he doesn’t have too.” Hoseok laughed, wrapping an arm over your shoulder. “Cause I’d say you’re the bees knees.”

You pushed him by his chest and laughed, shaking your head.

“You’re too funny Hoseok.” You giggled.

He smiled at you and ruffled your hair, making you laugh.

“Y/N, Hoseok!”

You both turned to see Woobin walking over.

“We’re gonna do another teaching on how to make weapons, you two should join.” He said.

You both nodded and followed Woobin back to one of the large buildings, coming to a room where Minho, Jeongin, and Jisung were in. They all greeted you and you smiled when you saw the bundle of kittens in a small make shift incubator that Minho and Jisung made, the five of them snuggled up closely to each other.

“How are they doing?” You asked Minho as you bent down and looked at them.

“Good! They eat a lot.” He laughed.

“You have to feed them every two hours.” You giggled.

“That’s often.” Jisung laughed. “Like me.”

You and Jeongin giggled at that, before turning to Woobin, who was getting ready to show them more ways to make weapons out of the materials.

“You can even use bones as a way to make weapons, as the bones are strong. We used these beetles,” he lifted up a small container of beetles for everyone to see. “To eat off the remaining skin and meat on the bones, then we clean the bones and can make them into what we need. The handle on Y/N’S bow is a bone from a buck, and it’s very sturdy.”

You took your bow from your back and showed it to them, and everyone looked shocked at it. Minho ran his fingers along it, his eyes glistening.

“It’s so smooth and strong.” Jisung said, also running his fingers along it.

“We can show you guys how to make everything, but Y/N might need to go hunting again so we have more materials.” Woobin said.

You nodded and Hoseok showed his knives, showing them the handles.

“These are all bones and buck antlers, deer are very useful to us. Hunting should be a main part of life here, and we’ll all gladly show you how to hunt.” He said.

“Do you hunt anything else?” Kin asked.

“Of course! Bears, wolves, foxes, rabbits, birds, they’re all good to hunt. Deer are just on the larger scale compared to rabbits and birds, and not as dangerous as bears, wolves, and foxes.” Woobin said.

“Is it difficult to kill a bear or wolf?” Jisung asked.

“It can be, we didn’t use guns too much because the sound draws too much attention. We usually used bows and arrows and knives. We have guns too, but we only used them in case of a walker incident or if we absolutely needed too.” Hoseok explained.

The others looked pretty impressed as Woobin pulled the last of the bucks antler out.

“Now, for the lesson.”

You watched the way Hoseok and Woobin worked together, as if they were one person. The two of them seemed to have gotten over whatever fued they both had in the beginning, and you giggled.

“What?” Hoseok asked.

“You two hated each other back when we first got here, and now you two seem close.” You giggled.

“He’s always stuck up my ass.” Woobin said.

“That’s not my decision!” Hoseok protest, making you and Woobin laugh.

“He’s a good kid.” Woobin said.

“Should I start calling you dad now?” Hoseok asked with a teasing smirk.

“Don’t even think about it.” Woobin said, narrowing his eyes.

You and Hoseok laughed and you shook your head, finishing the last part of the knife handle.

“That’s so pretty noona.” Kin said with a smile.

“Thank you, it’s pretty simple.” You said with a smile.

You heard a siren blast your ears and you all looked at each other.

“Something happened.” Minho said, grabbing the box of kittens and running outside.

You all followed Minho out of the building, and you gasped as you saw Felix limping through the entrance with a small group of the survivors. They were all bleeding and looked scared.

“What happened?” You turned and saw Hyunjin approaching them, his eyes narrowed. “Where’s everyone else?”

“We were attacked by another group.” Felix panted, holding a gushing wound on his shoulder.

“Y/N, Kin, go and get some medical supplies. Jeongin, find out whose in the worst condition and work on them first.” Hyunjin said, weaving through the crowd and checking everyone.

You and Kin dashed to the small medical building, grabbing everything you could.

“There’s sterile needles and antiseptic ointments upstairs, I’ll get them.” Kin said.

“I’ll grab them, just run all of the stuff you have to them.” You said.

Kin nodded as you ran up the stairs and into the storage room. You grabbed some needles and ointments when you heard a clank. Your turned your head and looked around but didn’t see anything, so you just shrugged it off and grabbed whatever you needed, when a smell hit your nose. You turned and saw flames in the doorway, raging high up. You gasped and backed away, quickly looking around. You found a few buckets that held water, used to stop leaks. You quickly threw as much water as you could on the flames, but it had spread too quickly. You instantly grabbed as much supplies as you could save, choking and coughing on the smoke.

You lifted yourself and closed your eyes before rushing through a small opening, wincing as you burnt your upper shoulder as it had been caught in a flame, grateful you wore a tank top, or you’d be on fire. You coughed and choked as you stumbled down the stairs, your legs giving out as you tumbled down the last few stairs. You wheezed and tried to crawl out, but your head felt much too heavy. You laid there, tears in your eyes as you watched the flames slowly start to come down the stairs.

“Y/N!” Kin yelled as he ran towards the burning building.

“You can’t go in there!” An older man grabbed him, holding him tightly. “It’s too dangerous!”

“Y/N?! Where is she?!” Hoseok asked, running up to the building.

Woobin grabbed him and pulled him back.

“You’ll get yourself killed if you go in there!” He yelled.

“I have to save her!” Hoseok yelled, fighting against Woobin.

“I’ll go in! I’ll get her!” Woobin yelled.

But before Woobin could do anything, a flash ran into the building. Hyunjin had run in.

Hyunjin quickly made his way around, holding an oxygen mask in his face. He looked around and saw you laying there, quickly dripping down and pulling the oxygen mask off himself and slipping it over your face. He lifted you into his arms and quickly ran out as the glass windows burst. He kneeled over you and cradled you, making sure nothing hit you.

“Y/N!” Hoseok called as he and Woobin ran over to you.

Kin dropped down next to you, tears pouring down his face.

“I should’ve been the one to go upstairs! I’m so sorry Noona.” He cried.

Hyunjin put his head on your chest and listened for a heart beat, before ripping the oxygen mask off your face.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Hoseok yelled, about to push Hyunjin.

He stopped when he saw Hyunjin pump your chest, pushing his lips into yours as he gave you CPR. Hoseok threaded his fingers through his hair as tears filled his eyes. Everyone was silent as Hyunjin kept pumping your chest, until you started to cough and choke.

A sigh of relief came from everyone as Hoseok dropped next to you, Kin holding your hand. Hyunjin cradled you in his arms, his pretty fingers running along your face.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” He asked.

Your eyes fluttered open and you nodded, squeezing Kin’s hand. Everyone sighed in relief as Hoseok held your face, tears spilling down his face.

“Oh god Y/N, don’t scare me like that!” He whispered, dropping his head into your shoulder.

You looked up and saw a large hose attached to a fire hydrant, the fire going out.

“Our medical supplies...” Kin gasped.

“What the fuck happened?” Minho asked, bending down next to you.

“Was it an electrical fire?” Jisung asked, his eyes on the building.

You lightly tugged on Hyunjin’s shirt and he looked down at you.

“I’m gonna bring you to your cottage to rest.” He said, going to put the oxygen mask back over your mouth.

You pushed it off trying to get words out, making his eyes narrow.

“Y/N you need that.” Woobin said.

“It was on purpose.” You croaked.

“What?” Kin asked, looking at you.

Hyunjin gave you a confused look and you took a deep breath, trying to get your voice back.

“There was someone else in the building.” You rasped. “I saw them. They did it on purpose.”

[scarfacemartston]

My Dove (Charles Smith x F!Reader)

Summary: Charles teaches a rowdy gunslinger how to hunt with a bow. SFW

The chirping of birds woke you from a good night’s sleep. The sun breathed through the cloth covering your bed roll and you let out a contented sigh. Despite the rough life you lived, the world still managed to be beautiful.

Looking across the camp as you sat up, you saw that most everyone was still asleep. The rays of sun had barely illuminated the entirety of Horseshoe Overlook, so very few had stirred to begin their chores. 

You stood from your bedroll, being careful to not disturb Karen and Tilly who were sleeping nearby. You walked to the campfire and picked up the pot of coffee resting beside it, pouring some in your mug. For a few blissful minutes. you took slow sips, gazing over the cliff side. 

A gentle voice from behind you made your head turn. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”

Charles walked up beside you and stretched his arms. 

“Yes it is,” you agreed with a small chuckle. “Just look at that sunrise.”

“It’s quite something,” he said, smiling at the sun, then looking towards you. You were sure his smile got brighter. “You know, this would be a good time to hunt.”

“Need an extra gun?” you asked, setting your cup on the ground. 

“Not a gun, but a hunting partner would be wonderful.”

“Why can’t I just use my rifle?”

“You’ll scare everything in those woods, Y/N,” Charles replied, giving a breathy laugh.

You were mildly frustrated. “So I have to use a bow?”

“That’s right.”

“I’ve never used one in my life. They’re so...slow and....lame,” you groaned. You loved the smell of gunpowder. You adored the smoking barrel of a shotgun. Why would you want to settle for some toothpick of a weapon?

As if reading your mind, Charles chuckled. “We need those pelts and the meat. We can’t have you obliterating rabbits with a shotgun like Arthur. You know, even he’s become good at using a bow.”

You rolled your eyes. “Forget the speeches about Mr. Golden Child. I’ll use your bow if it makes you so happy.”

“I’d be overjoyed,” he teased. 

---

The two of you rode down into the forests past the creek below Horseshoe Overlook. You watched the wind blow through Charles’ hair, the feathers in his dark locks moving like waves. It brought a smile to your face when he gave Taima a pat on her neck. The way that Charles was so connected to animals and nature warmed your heart, even though you wouldn’t readily admit it.

You and Charles dismounted your horses. He pulled the bow from Taima’s saddle. “I know that look, but don’t worry. I know you’ll learn easily.”

“Whatever you say.” You walked alongside him, deeper into the forest. 

“Look, your spirit is...energetic. I get that. But there’s something special about archery. No other weapon can compare to a bow. It’s a clean and quiet kill. There’s a sort of...I guess respect to it. I can’t quite explain.” Charles said uncertainly as he rubbed his thumb across his bow.

For once, you swallowed your stubborn pride. Charles was trying to teach you something he loved. You took a deep breath and smiled. “I understand, Charles. Show me the way.”

Charles smiled gently, appreciating your interest. He placed the bow in your hands. “How about you just get a feel for the draw. Then we’ll track down some game.”

“Okay.” 

You put an arrow across the bow and pulled back, but you didn’t get far at all. The arrow fell to the ground. You were taken aback by how hard it was to pull the bow. 

You were frustrated, but Charles sensed it. “Hey, that’s alright. Remember to stay level-headed and focused.” His supportive tone made you a little flustered. You were a confident woman, always certain of her feelings. But now, as Charles moved closer to you, that certainty began to falter. 

 Charles stood behind you. “Don’t pull with your wrist. let your forearm even out,” he instructed, moving your arms into position. Yeah. Forget the certainty of feelings. All confidence was out the window. With his powerful shoulders looming over you, you felt like a mouse...in a good way, you thought. 

“Breathe and focus. Try and shoot for that oak right there,” he said, pointing with his finger. 

Charles stepped away, giving you room to draw. You mustered your strength and pulled back, breathing deep. You focused on the arrow, the oak. 

“That’s it..” Charles murmured.

You let the arrow lose and it shot straight into the tree, burying itself into the bark, sending splinters flying.

You huffed in shock, lowering the bow. You looked back at Charles and his mouth hung open. 

“Y/n..you’re a complete natural!” Charles praised, wrapping you in his big arms. Physical affection was rare these days. You buried yourself in the hug. 

“Thank you, Charles.”

“You’re welcome. Still think the bow is a joke?” he chuckled, raising an eyebrow. 

“Okay, I’ll admit it. This is pretty damn cool,” you said, running your fingers across it.

“I had a feeling you’d think so,” Charles said with a smile. His brown eyes glimmered and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

--

Two bucks were stowed on your horse and Taima. You and Charles sat on the edge of a cliff that looked over the riverbed. Birds flew overhead and cicadas chirped. 

You kept sneaking glances at Charles. He was doing the same. 

“You did really well today, Y/n. I’m very proud of you,” Charles said softly.

You smiled shyly, something completely out of your character.

“Thank you, Charles.” you hesitated a moment, then turned to him. “I’d love to do this again.” 

“Well, you can. You can buy bows in Valentine for a pretty good price, and then you’ll be able to use one on all of your hunts.”

“I don’t mean solo hunting, Charles.”

He looked into your eyes. 

“I meant hunting with you.”

“I..”

You were a confident woman. And you knew right then how you felt. 

“I would love that as well,” he finished. 

You moved closer, not trying to rush things, but Charles was a step ahead. His soft lips met yours. And your heart came to life, pounding against your ribs. The birds sang and the water below you crashed. 

Charles pulled away slowly. “We should hunt together more often, my dove.”

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You didn’t see Charles for a day. The rest of the gang members told you he was out on a “special solo hunt.” For some reason, it twisted your insides all wrong. 

However, all of those thoughts were pushed aside when you woke up the next day only to roll over on something. You sat up and looked under you. A beautiful bow lay next to you with intricate carvings all over the wood, including a dove. Your heart skipped a beat. And when you looked a little ways across the clearing to see Charles smiling adoringly at you, you were sure he’d never be hunting alone again.

a/n: I know this one is probably lackluster, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so I just had to write it. I hope you enjoyed it anyway :)

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Back of the van.

Summary: After a great show you, Roger and Brian head back to the van to have a little fun.

Warnings: Um this is filthy. It's also a bit short so sorry about that. There is a lot going on here. Pretty much porn without plot. Mainly all SMUT! It's got all your favs including a threesome, cum-swapping, spitting, fingering, dirty talk, brief glance at a dom!Roger, double penetration, teasing, eating out and inappropriate usage of a drumstick. Wrap it before you tap it, protect your wang before your bang etc...can someone please give run me a shower with holy water and recite bible verses to me? And please do not read if your under 18!

A/N: No one asked for it but y'all got this filth. Enjoy. 💖(I was going to post this a little later but I couldn't help myself ajajkaklllkj 😂also I couldn't find any steamy threesome Maylor with reader content??? Like I had to fix that to get my fill.)

Gif source [x]

"Hi, Rog! Hey Bri!" You smiled and pecked their cheeks "Amazing show as always! Except Tim but you know I think he's shit. He's always bloody moaning about something for god sake! He needs to lighten up!" You rolled your eyes and leaned your back against the bar with your elbows propping you out a little bit.

"We'll pass on your constructive criticism..." Brian chortled before licking his lips, something that didn't go unnoticed by you. "New dress?" He asked, his eyes firmly fixated on your chest, just where the gaping v line stopped. You subtly popped your chest out a little more when you caught him looking.

"Roger's seen it before..." you nonchalantly replied but with the biggest smirk on your face. You knew how much stuff like that riled up Brian.

"Yeah, seen it on your floor," his fingers began to trace up and down the fabric. "Would love to see it there again..." Roger leaned forward and you stopped him before his lips could touch yours.

"You're making him jealous, Rog..." you teased Brian "Look at his little pout!" You pursed your lips and bopped your finger against Brian's nose. "It's okay, Bri...you've seen what's underneath it," you winked and the guitarist bit down on his lip with a knowing grin.

Roger's jaw dropped and he looked between the both of you "That's not fair!" He whined "What have you got on? I want to see it!" He tried to grab you but you hid behind Brian, giggling.

"If you want to see it, you know where to take us..." you looked at Roger with lust blown eyes. He watched you intently as you raked your fingers over Brian's pelvic bone and hips, making the man groan and his head fall back ever so slightly. You pulled Brian to you, his body pressing against yours as you looked at Rog with a sultry gaze. Roger swallowed hard and took your hand and Brian's hand, dragging you out to the van that was in a secluded bit of the car park just incase the night leaded to where he wanted it to go. As soon as the door shut Roger's mouth was on yours and Brian began kiss your neck. You let out a delighted groan and let your hands tangle in Rogers shaggy mop and Brian's curls.

Roger sat up and straddled your thighs, you opened your mouth but he cut you off with a gentle "Shh..." he traced his fingers up your arms "I know where the zip is..." he smirked and looked at Brian who shot him a deadly glare. A faint hiss filled the back of the van when he unzipped the zipper on the side. Roger slowly rolled up the hem of your dress to your stomach. "Well, well...weren't you a lucky boy Brian getting to see...this..." he whispered and Roger traced his fingers over the navy blue lace on your underwear. "They're too pretty to rip off with me teeth...far too nice to tear off with my fingers..."

You whined when his fingers teasingly brushed over your clit. "Brian!" You pointed "Tell Roger not to tease! Not tonight!" You pleaded with puppy dog eyes- the ones you knew he couldn't resist. Brian traced his fingers over your lips and you opened your mouth just enough for them to fall in. You began to gently suck on them.

Brian sighed in pleasure and looked up to Roger "Be nice, Rog. Don't you think she deserves it for looking so good tonight? Remember last week? Y/N was so good to us both."

Roger huffed but felt a smile tug at his lips "Oh alright! I swear you're like putty in her hands, Bri!" Roger leaned forward and kissed you, Brian sat back a little and watched the two of you, casually palming his himself while he watched the two of you make out. It turned him on so much watching your tongues battle against each other and hearing the sweet, slick sounds of your mouths and saliva together. You stopped and glanced to Bri, Roger followed your line of vision, he bit down on his lip when he saw Brian with his eyes shut as he rubbed himself through his jeans, gasping between barely parted lips.

"Lets make him feel good," you purred in Rogers ear and he nodded with a growing grin. "Brian," you hummed and his eyes snapped open, his cheeks flushed feeling a bit like a rabbit caught in headlights when he saw you and Roger staring. "Strip for us."

Brian gulped, he was never really good at that. Out of the three of you he was the shy one.

Roger was the confident and cocky one and you were the wild one- he always felt a little self conscious but that usually disappeared when the two of you were kissing every single inch of him. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" Roger chanted and clapped his hands. You joined in too, quickly chanting with him and then yelling in delight when Brian pulled off his top. You saw a burst of confidence in his eyes. Roger slapped on his thighs like a set of drums and you did the same when Brian removed his trousers and boxers.

You both went wild and cheered, Brian was a blushing mess. The pair of you were still fully clothed and looking at him with dark eyes. Brian felt very exposed. "Doesn't he look so handsome, Rog," you said with a grin.

"Mhmm..." Roger rubbed your thighs, still keeping his eyes locked on Brian "So handsome." That gaze sent a shiver down Brian's spine.

"The two of you look like you've been sculpted from marble by gods!" You bit down on your lip and Roger pulled you onto his lap. The two of you still staring at Brian while the drummer soothingly stroked your soaking wet underwear, just adding fuel to Brian's burning fire.

"Do you want to play with him as much as I do?" Roger huskily asked.

"I want to play with him so bad..." you lustfully purred and crawled on all fours over to him "Tease him so bad...did you see what he was doing tonight, Roger?" You asked, hovering over Brian's face, he gulped loudly, watching you take off your dress above him. He knew what he did and he knew there would be consequences. "Practically fucking me with his eyes while his fingers moved faster than the speed of light. You may be a handsome boy," you bent down and licked the length of his neck with the tip of your tongue, a broken whine left his lips. "But you're a bad boy too."

"We should teach him a lesson, Y/N," Brian growled under his breath and let out a sharp sigh. He wasn't looking at the drummer but he could see that cocky smirk plastered on Rogers face. Brian heard him shuffling about, taking off every piece of clothing until he was naked. The back of the small van was dripping with heat and tension. You felt Rogers hands gently pull off your underwear before gripping on to your hips and suddenly sliding himself between your folds with a long groan. Brian cried out when you gripped onto his wrists, he wanted to touch you and Roger desperately.

"Oh god!" You moaned right in Brian's face "He-he's fucking me so good, Bri," you smirked and the guitarist wriggled under your body, he groaned hearing Roger's skin slapping against yours. "He feels absolutely devine!"

"You should feel her Bri, she's so wet- soaking in fact! Dripping out all over my cock...God she was desperate for this all night!" Roger groaned and shut his eyes, his filthy mouth driving himself wild never mind the two of you. "And she is so tight- the best pussy I've ever had."

"You say that all the time!" You managed to say even though your voice felt like it had been placed in a vice it was becoming so tight and strained.

"Cause it's the truth," Brian leaned up and crashed his lips against yours, pleading you to put him out his misery soon by gently biting on your bottom lip and brushing his tongue against it. "Let Roger cum inside you, wanna taste you both when I eat you out." You let out a breathy moan against Brian's face. "Did you hear me, Rog? Cum inside her!"

"You don't have to fucking tell me twice! Fuck!" He groaned and pounded you even harder than before. His fingers sunk deep into your flesh "You feel so good baby, you gonna take all my cum?" He playfully spanked you and both you and Brian both moaned as a response. "Bet you can't wait to feel Brian's tongue on you, it's like a gift from god," he dreaminly sighed.

"Hurry up, Rog!" Brian cried, he didn't know how much longer he could be taunted like this.

"Don't rush me!" He softly snapped, a thin layer of sweat forming just above his brow. "I'm almost there!" He grittily roared as he came, you felt a warmth inside you and all over your inner thighs. Roger drooped himself over your back to catch his breath for a moment before managing to peel himself off of you. As soon as you released Brian's wrists he pounced on you, pulling off your bra and then buried his head between your legs. He didn't want to waste any time, you and Roger torturing him like that had wasted enough of his night.

"Oh my fucking god!" Your back arched feeling Brian sticking his tongue in and out of you like he usually did with his fingers. He was desperately trying to get the mix of your juices and Rogers cum out of you. "Oh SHIT! That's so good Bri, baby." Your fingers found his hair and you raked your nails over his scalp. Brian hummed and your head fell back in pure pleasure feeling the tingiling vibration on your already sensitive bud. Roger, who was still catching his breath and recovering, lay beside you and pressed soft, sweet kisses to your lips.

"How do we taste, Bri?" Roger managed to say, he was still in a post-orgasm haze.

"Mmm so good," he murmured against your slick folds and you moaned again feeling the blissful vibration sensation all though your body. "Absolutely fucking delicious," he did it again and you felt yourself getting more and more sensitive down there.

"Show her how fast your fingers can move, Brian. Fuck her with them like you're playing a guitar." Roger smirked and left a trail of kisses on your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and proudly smiling even more when he heard the highest pitched moan leave your mouth when Brian fingered you. "I love your mouth," Roger brushed his fingers over your lips "Can I fuck it while Brian fucks you? Would you like that, baby?" He asked in the sweetest of tones. You moaned and nodded your head frantically. Roger sat up and rubbed little circles over Brian's back. Brian sat up and inhaled a lungful of air, the skin around his face shone in the faint light. "Holy shit," Roger mumbled and swiped a finger over the wet patch around Brian's mouth. He sucked the wet juices off his finger and removed it from his mouth with a pop. "We do taste good." He smugly smirked and you cracked a tired smile.

Brian rolled his eyes with a lopsided grin on his face and Roger gave him a gentle kiss. "Hmm look at Y/N just lying there..." Roger snaked an arm around Brian's waist "We're going to absolutely fucking wreck her."

You swallowed hard and your fists balled the soft blankets that were on the floor of the van. Brian motioned to something and Roger glanced over. A wide, devilish smirk appeared on his face. "I know we said we wouldn't tease you..." Brian began and you wailed with frustrated desperation. "But Roger is so good at banging- drums and us, that is. What do you need to play the drums, Roger?" Brian asked in a playful tone. You didn't like where this was heading. That tone and the looks on their faces were never good for you. You knew how powerful the two of them could be when they teamed up against you.

"Drumsticks, Brian. Drumsticks." Roger emphasised and grabbed one, placing it near your throbbing heat. "You see, it's all about rhythm." He teasingly brushed the stick over your slit and you gasped and tensed, jolting ever so slightly at the wooden object that was alien to your body. "It's knowing when to play the right beat." He rubbed it against you gently and you cried out, your back coming up off the floor completely.

"Just fucking fuck me already for the love of fuck!" You growled snappishly and then yelped when Roger spanked your throbbing pussy with the stick. "Fuck!"

"Then you've got to know when to hit it to make the sweetest sounds," Brian teased and you looked at him almost pleadingly. "Oh come on, Rog. Let's put our sweetheart out of her misery. It's the least she deserves."

Roger smiled and licked your juices off the tip of the drumstick, giving Brian a suggestive look while doing it. The guitarist shyly looked away and then leaned forward to give you a kiss. He peppered a line of sweet kisses down you jaw and neck, softly groaning against your skin when he smelt your sweet perfume mixing with the sweat you had built up. The windows in the van had fogged up as it was so hot inside- as soon as the heat hit against the cool window, it steamed up.

Brian propped himself on his knees and slid himself inside you, his hips quickly buckling, he was just as desperate for a release as you were. "Bri, ohhh God! Baby, please! Make me cum!" You begged "Roger! Where are you?" You reached your hand out and he quickly positioned himself beside you, he wanted to let Brian see all the beautiful expressions your face was making. Plus he knew how much Brian would love watching him fuck your mouth. You hummed feeling his hard length slowly slipping into your mouth and your tongue brushed against the pulsating, protruding vein on his cock.

"Sweet Jesus! You two are so fucking hot!" Brian hissed, feeling the warmth of you surround his throbbing length "I can't wait to fucking cum inside you," he groaned and gently massaged your breast with a hand, the other was holding your thigh "You're both so fucking beautiful, I'm so lucky. FUCK!" He loudly moaned. The van was rocking about which added another element to what was already a wild ride.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth," Roger said between gritted teeth, he gripped your hair and pulled your head back a little to make you look at him. "Then you're gonna fucking spit it into Brian's mouth, you hear me?" You hummed and squeezed your eyes shut, a tear slipped from your eye as you gagged a little while Roger became almost animalistic with his thrusts. When Roger dominated you and Brian, he didn't hold back. "And you," he pointed at Brian who opened his eyes just enough to look at the drummer. "You're going to swallow every single fucking drop of her cum and then my cum. Or else I'll be using my drumsticks on the two of you!" You and Brian both let out a breathy moan. "You almost there, angel?" He stroked your cheek and asked in the sweetest tone. His once gritty, dominating voice doing a complete one-eighty on itself in a matter of seconds.

You hummed again before the tight coil that built up in your stomach became so wound up that it broke and you screamed against Rogers cock. Brian moved his mouth to your pussy and lapped up every single drop of your cum- just like Roger asked- before he thrusted himself back inside you and finally came with the loudest of groans. The pair of you set Roger off and ribbons of cum filled your mouth. You licked off what was left on the tip of his cock and Brian opened his mouth, waiting obediently to have that sweet taste of you and Roger combined on his tongue again.

You grabbed hold of his face and Brian grunted feeling the hot, sticky substance mixed with your spit run down his throat. He shut his eyes and then opened them again to press a sloppy peck to your lips. The three of you lay down, you were in the middle and Roger tossed a blanket over all of you. "That was fucking amazing," he sighed out with a smile on his face. The van filled with the sound of you all trying at catch your breaths. "I'm too tried to drive home." He laughed and you and Brian chuckled. All of you had your hands softly and soothingly roaming over one another.

"We can just stay here tonight," Brian said, the tiredness adamant in his voice, his limbs were like jelly so he definitely didn't feel like moving. He was comfortable having you and Roger in his arms.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to their temples. "I don't mind that," you said. "There's no where I'd rather be than with my two boys in the back of the van."

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Part two

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A House Is Not A Home

I decided to write a Camp Camp fic at 2 am because why the hell not. 

Characters: David, Max

Summary: Every winter, David likes to take a visit to Camp Campbell. He walks alone throughout the campsite and comes up with new games he can introduce to his kids next summer. This year is no different.

Until he realizes that he's not alone this time.

During winter, Camp Campbell is quiet, cold, unwelcoming. The trees are bare, giving way to pointy branches that jut out at all angles. The lake is half frozen with thin slabs of ice breaking off and floating about the surface of the water, and the ground beneath David's boots is icy and covered in a thin layer of snow.  Despite this, David loves going. Every winter, he visits Camp Campbell. He likes to wander about the camp site and get lost in the memories from summer as well as build new ideas. He stops to stare at a bare tree that's tall and old and, to be frank, quite menacing. But, David looks past the half-frozen tree to see the future.  He sees branches littered with dark green leaves, and he sees kids, his kids, climbing the tree while he and Gwen spot from the bottom to ensure their safety. The branches are positioned close enough to where the kids should have no trouble climbing, and David cannot wait to implement this new game once summer rolls back around.  A light sigh slips past his lips, breath clouding in front of him. He misses his kids. Outside of camp, he's David: Cashier Number 3. During camp, he's Camp Counselor David. He's important; he matters. He's got multiple little lives with bright futures in his hands, and he absolutely loves it.  Sure, he and his kids have their ups and downs, but that's what camp is all about. It's a learning process. It's a time to build trust and teach these young minds to grasp nature and stray away from a sheltered life of technology.   He's sure that the others will grow to understand and maybe even have fun with time; the only one he's always so hesitant about is Max.  His knowledge of Max only goes as far as a bitter attitude and a mouth that can make a sailor blush, but Max is like a broken jigsaw puzzle, and David wants to be the one to put the pieces back together. He's sure that once the gaps and cracks are filled, Max's puzzle will give way to a beautiful portrait of a bright young boy glistening with potential.  But, it's a slow, step by step process. David knows this, but that doesn't stop him from getting consumed by thoughts on what camp games Max may be interested in. He's half-way through plotting out a scavenger hunt involving poor political decisions when a faint light filtering from a dusty cabin window catches his eye.  David freezes in his steps, and his slight shivering against the chill of winter picks up as fear flicks at his heart. He's considered squatters before, but he comes every winter, and he never finds anyone. This is the first year he's been faced with the possibility of kicking some poor guy out of his camp cabin.  Be smart about this, he tells himself as he shakes his arms and legs before starting forward at a slow creep. No matter the location, there's always a chance for danger, and he's not going to be caught off guard by a perilous situation, not with his years of camp training under his belt.  When he reaches the window, he leans forward and narrows his eyes against the dusty glass to get a better look. He spots a small flame burning on the wick of a tiny candle he doesn't recognize. His gaze shifts toward one of the beds, and he can make out a small lump buried under a ratty blanket. He drags his gaze across the intruder, but when he spots a familiar tuft of wild black hair sticking out from underneath the blanket, a loud gasp slips past his lips, fogging the window in front of him.  David sharply turns toward the door and throws it open, and the door smacks loudly against the wooden wall of the cabin. The sleeping mass goes tense before shooting up, and David's heart plummets in his chest when Max's large, green eyes lock onto his.  "Jesus, fuck! What are you-- David!?"  "Max," David says, the name trailing along a stuttering breath. His heart is hammering hard against his chest as he closes the distance between the two and drops to a crouch in front of the bed.  Max moves until his back is hitting the cool, wooden wall behind him, and he draws his knees to his chest, making himself impossibly small against David's unreadable gaze.  "The fuck are you doing here?" Max spits out between trembling lips.  "I come every winter. Why are you here? Why aren't you home?" The words tumble off David's tongue and his eyes dart all across Max's face as if searching for an answer beyond Max's tan complexion.  "I missed camp," Max says flatly with a deadpan expression, and David tilts his head and breathes out a low huff.  "Max-"  "Fine, I was sleeping."  "Max!"  "I've been here!"  David's entire body goes rigid under the weight of the words. He wants to ask, to make Max elaborate, but he knows the truth even if he doesn't want to accept it. The bus that takes the campers home after summer never takes Max to a house; the young boy is always dropped off a block or so away from his supposed home. No one ever sees a house or parents, just a bus stop and a bustling street that Max always disappears into.  But, still. David can't keep the small "why?" from slipping past slightly parted lips.  A snarky comment is hot on Max's tongue, but the concern coloring David's eyes is pulling him in too deep down a rabbit hole he's never going to be able to climb out of. "I don't like being home."  David takes a half second to let the words sink in before the questions are tumbling from his mouth. "Why? Do your parents hit you? Are they mean to you? Do they-"  "David, shut the fuck up," Max says, voice holding a strong color of exhaustion not fitting for a young boy his age. "They just-" he tries, waving one hand about as he struggles to find the right word. "They don't care," he settles on.  David's never been a fan of Max's vague responses, and he presses for clarity with a soft gaze that bleeds an unwavering encouragement for Max to continue.  Max knows this look all too well, and he huffs out a loud sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose as if he's just been asked to solve all the world's problems. "You better fucking listen closely because I'm only going to say this shit once."  David nods eagerly, which only heightens the sudden headache pulsing at Max's temples.  "When I'm at camp, the people here care about where I am or what I'm doing or how I'm doing. My parents don't, hence why I'm able to stay here without a search party coming to look for me. They just don't care."  "That's neglect," David says, voice a mix of fear and disbelief, and Max rolls his eyes and drops his head back against the wall behind him.  "Yeah, no shit."  "You can't stay here," David presses, and Max drops a dangerous gaze toward him.  "Where am I supposed to go?"  "Home with me."  A biting laugh slips past Max's lips. "Why the fuck would I do that?"  David stands up and drops down onto the edge of the bed. He leans forward and cups a hand to Max's cheek, frowning at the icy skin underneath his palm.  "It's too cold," David starts. "You'll get-"  Max suddenly sneezing has David's shoulders slumping deeply. "Sick," he finishes, voice low and thick with concern.  Sniffling, Max rubs absently at his nose and shakes his head. "Nah, I'm good here."  "Max," David warns, but Max only laughs against a weak cough at David's stern tone.  "Was that supposed to scare me into saying yes? Because, dude, your authoritative tone needs some serious fucking work. Like-"  "Come with me, or I call your parents. Take your pick."  Max goes rigid, and he slowly drags his gaze all across David's face for a crack or target he can nail into. But, David's face is calm yet unyielding.  "That's fucked up," Max breathes out after an endless minute, and David's features soften a fraction.  "I'm sorry, but you really can't stay here." David tries, placing a gentle hand atop Max's trembling one.  Max eyes the warm hand over his for an extended moment before he breathes out a low sigh. He's not a fan of being backed into a corner; this is a new low even for David, but Max gets why, even if he doesn't want to admit it out loud.  "I hate you," he tells David as a form of defeat, and David is quick to catch on with a wide smile pulling at his lips.  "I promise it will be fun!" David starts as he gets to his feet to allow Max to slide off the bed. "My apartment isn't that great, but I've got a play station! We can play games, and I can even buy you a Christmas present!"  "Calm the fuck down," Max spits out against chattering teeth. Now that's he's out of bed, the startling cold of winter is seeping into his bones, and he's glancing back toward the small warmth of the bed when something large and heavy drapes across his small shoulders.  David is already feeling thoroughly chilled without his coat, but he hides his shivers to the best of his ability because Max needs it more. "My car isn't far," he tells Max as he starts toward the door.  Max stares for an endless moment, wondering why the hell David is so nice to him, before he secures the large coat around his trembling frame and starts after the older man.  ***** David stares hard with a frown etched across his lips at the 102.3 degree Fahrenheit reading blinking back at him from the thermometer.  In the two days since he brought Max home, the young boy had gone from a small case of the sniffles to being laid up in bed with a worrying fever.  He brushes a palm to Max's forehead with a low sigh. "You really must not be feeling great, huh?"  "I'd feel better if you'd leave me the fuck alone," Max rasps out in between coughs. He wants to mean every biting word, but David's warm, grounded presence feels like the only thing keeping him afloat right now.  David ignores this in favor of replacing a fresh, damp cloth across Max's forehead. His touch is careful and gentle, and Max sighs as the cool cloth eases some of the heat that's rolling off his face in steady waves.  "I'll make some soup," David tells Max as he stands from his spot on the edge of the bed. He spares a moment to ensure the blankets are tucked tight around Max's trembling frame before he leaves the bedroom to go to his small kitchen.  He moves through the motions of making soup as if on autopilot for his mind is lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do; Max isn't legally his, and while the young boy's parents don't seem to care, he's not sure if he can legally keep Max with him. There are too many technicalities that can wield risks, but he's got to do something. He can't send Max back to a family that doesn't want him.  This legality stuff is lost against his simple mind, so he makes a mental note to discuss with Gwen just as he pours some of the soup into a small bowl and snatches up a spoon.  To his surprise, Max is still awake and watching him like a hawk as he re-enters the bedroom. "Everything okay?" David asks as he places the bowl of soup on the night stand.  Max weakly pushes up on his elbows and drags a narrow gaze toward David. "Don't get the wrong idea when I say this because I still hate your guts."  David nods slowly as an invitation for Max to continue.  "Thanks."  It's one word spoken in a dull tone, yet David can almost physically feel the amount of weight driven behind it. He smiles wide, a clear contrast to Max's borderline permanent scowl, and nods.  "Of course."