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Hunk

Hunk was honestly surprised to wake up in one piece when he opened his eyes. Oh sure, he'd enjoyed the hospitality of plenty of other werewolves...Okay, he hadn't, but that was beside the point. After Hildegarde showed them where they could sleep, which consisted of multiple beds and shelves, and a few barrels of… apples? It took him and Lance another hour to be able to relax enough to fall asleep.

It was a long night for Hunk, whose eyes snapped open at the barest creak of floorboards, half expecting to see Hildegarde leaning over him ready for a midnight snack.

It must've been around 2 am when heavy thumping started on the roof. It sounded like multiple large objects were landing on the roof.

"It is just branches, Hunk," Lance tried to reassure him, Hunk sat bolt upright, staring at the ceiling. As the sound of many feet started moving around. He gave Lance a terrified look and saw Hildegarde slowly walk in, following the sound of one set. Wolfish eyes on the ceiling, and long curly hair down her back. Her mace was in one hand and her shield. She met Hunk's gaze.

"Frost spiders," she told him quietly, she left the room and they heard the door to the raised porch open.

"ALRIGHT YOU WEBBY SLATTERNS, COME GET ME!" she howled, the air was suddenly filled with blood-chilling clicking and the skittering of several sets of eight feet went towards her voice.

They raced to the window and saw Hildegarde, laughing maniacally as horse sized spiders crawled down the house towards her. Lance's mouth was opened in a silent scream. Hunk was trying not to soil his pants as he watched her give a battle cry and charge the spiders, bodily slamming one away with her shield. They watched in silence as she used her shield more then her mace to bash them to pieces, green ichor getting everywhere. Lance pulled out his bayard suddenly and raced out.

"LANCE!" Hunk shrieked, scrambling after him when he joined him on the porch, the sharpshooter Paladin was firing at a spider coming at Hilde from behind while she was occupied with two in front of her. Hunk pulled out his canon and blasted one to bits in front of her while she finished off the other and Lance took out the one behind her. She looked up at them and grinned, ichor splattered across her face. Hildegarde joined them on the deck, wiping her face.

"WHY ARE THE SPIDERS THAT BIG?" Lance demanded in a high pitched voice, Hildegarde stared at him for a moment, smirking.

"Those weren't even half the size of an adult," she told him casually "They are merely an inconvenience, although… Their bite does kill," she ushered them back inside and bolted the door. Lance looked like he wanted to go back to the bottom of the lake with Blue and never return. Hunk's knees were still shaking.

"What… what do you mean that they… those weren't...horse sized…" Lance spluttered, white as a sheet. Hildegarde patted his shoulder roughly and walked down the stairs to the hearth. Lance mutely went back to his bed, crawled in, and hid under the blankets.

Hunk didn't sleep a wink.

When the sun finally filtered through the window, Hunk's eyes stung and were bloodshot. Lance peaked his head out, he looked like he had at least slept a little better then Hunk. He didn't have the same kind of bags under his eyes.

"Did you sleep at all?" the blue paladin asked, Hunk shook his head, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Nope, not really. I mean, who can sleep within a house inhabited by a drunk werewolf with giant spiders crawling all over it?" Hunk asked. Lance looked thoughtful before nodding in agreement.

"Yeah...That does make it difficult to sleep," they both changed back into their armor and quietly walked around the corner to where Hildegarde's bed was. It was empty and unkept. Hunk felt his pulse quicken.

'Did a spider get in and eat her?' he wondered, terrified. He avoided looking at the ceiling, not wanting to see her corpse wrapped in spider webs.

"Must be an early riser," Lance suggested in a hesitant voice. Hunk glanced at him and could see the same fear reflected in his eyes. They slowly went down the stairs, listening hard, Lance almost tripped over Hildegarde's foot. She was out cold on her back, mumbling in her sleep. Apparently, she was a light sleeper, because when Hunk carefully nudged her foot, she sat bolt upright so fast they jumped back.

"BREAKFAST!" she tore off to the kitchen at an inhuman speed. Hunk's stomach growled as saliva filled his mouth. She scared him to death but at least they could agree on one thing. They followed her and stood, awestruck, in her kitchen and pantry. It certainly wasn't short of food. Almost all the surfaces were covered in loaves of bread, cheeses, meats, and baked goods like berry pies. She had dried meats and herbs, barrels filled with fruit and vegetables. Some he recognized and others not so much. Either way, it smelled amazing.

Hildegarde caught his eye, grinning as he blushed sheepishly from staring at her pies, she shoved three of them into his arms.

"Eat up, big guy, I've got plenty more where that came from," she laughed, Hunk plopped down at the table, smiling from ear to ear and began shoveling the fruity contents into his mouth. It wasn't quite razzleberry, the berries had a different kind of zing, but it was still hands down the best breakfast he'd had in ages.

Hunk finally looked up from his pie at Lance, he didn't have any food in front of him.

"You're not eating?" Hunk demanded around a mouthful of pie, mildly horrified.

"I was… But she wouldn't-" an apple smacked him in the head and interrupted him, Lance rubbed the spot grumpily. He picked the now bruised apple up and nibbled on it.

"We have survived months off of food goo and Coran's 'Paladin lunches' and all you decide to eat is an apple?" Hunk exclaimed, looking increasingly horrified and shocked.

"I was just going to start with that, I didn't know what else I-" before Lance could finish, Hildegarde slammed a plate stacked high with what was possibly plantains, smothered in caramel sauce, she put a huge dollop of cream on top to complete the masterpiece.

"There, start with that!" she practically ordered, Lance looked amused but happily obliged and began wolfing down the plantains. Hildegarde vanished for several long moments out the front door before eventually coming back with a bucket filled with a thick white liquid which she put over the fire.

"You have milk? And Cream?" Hunk asked, amazed. Hilde looked at him, tilting her head.

"I'm not a heathen, of course, I do," she told him, rolling her eyes.

"Do you have whipped cream, by chance?" he inquired eagerly as his mind started making ideas, Hilde raised an eyebrow questioningly at him. Hunk bit his lip as he tried to figure out how to explain.

"It's cream, but whipped,"

"You...Lash your cream?" she asked incredulously, he could see her beginning to question her choices in letting them into her home.

"No! Not that kind of whipping!" Lance protested, swallowing a mouthful. Hildegarde's lips twitched into a half smile, glancing between them but clearly still lost.

"You...How about I see if I can make some?" Hunk suggested, Hilde waved a hand to show her consent and went back to watching the milk heat up and begin to boil. Hunk zoomed to the kitchen. He found a bowl of cream surrounded by odd jagged ice like shards that emitted cold. He washed his hands and sampled it with a spoon.

"Needs sugar!" he rummaged through the pantry until he found a crystally white substance and tasted it, it was definitely sugar. He grabbed the closest thing to a whisk he could find and rolled his shoulders. "Alright blender arms, don't fail me now!"

10 minutes later, he emerged from the kitchen triumphantly, arms numb and sore, but a bowl almost overflowing with soft, fluffy cream. He set it on the table, beaming. Hilde leaned across the table, looking at it curiously. She stared at it like it was a new and interesting creature before promptly shoving her hand into it and cramming a clump into her mouth. Her eyes went wide, and if her mouth wasn't so full, Hunk could imagine she'd have a wide smile on her face.

"I like this!" she exclaimed, cramming another handful into her mouth and reaching for another.

"Hey!" Hunk laughed, pulling the bowl away "we want some too!" he plopped some on his remaining pie, another pie was shoved at him by Hilde and he happily obliged and dolloped cream on that one too.

"Hey Hunk, put some on my hand," Lance said suddenly, holding his right-hand palm down. Hunk caught the mischievous glint in his eye and smirked as he complied. Hildegarde watched him fascinatedly as he hit the crook of his arm, snapping his hand up and sending the whipped cream high in the air...and straight into his hair. Hunk roared with laughter while Lance tried to wipe it off grumpily.

"That was supposed to go in my mouth, but you can't practice with food goo,"

"I want to try!" Hilde held out her hand eagerly, Hunk shrugged and dolloped some on her hand. She expertly chopped down on the crook of her arm, sending the whipped cream flying. She threw herself backward out of her chair with more ferocity than a dog chasing after its favorite toy and caught it in her mouth.

"Nice!" Hunk whooped, clapping. Lance cheered, all bitterness gone from his flop.

The whipped cream didn't last long after that.

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AN: So this was a short, more filler fun chapter. We had a blast with these scenes and hope you all enjoy them.

So I should hopefully get my next Code Geass chapter up sometime this week. Sorry for the long delay, but sometimes school doesn't cooperate with leisure.