The next morning...
Arthur lazed around, a little sad that his mate had to leave for the day. He didn't want to move, his backside hurting him, and he was bored, making it worse. He had Chancy, who had made his appearance after 8 days of absence. Arthur made it known that he was angry at the Frenchman, who did his best to make up for it. He was currently doing the laundry, blushing as he came across the brit's soiled sheets. Blood and cum covered the white fabric, and Chancy just tried to hide his embarrassment.
When he was done, washing and hanging them, he returned to the brit's clean bed, flicking the brit's cheek with his finger. Arthur smiled softly, pulling the other into a tight hug and pinning him to the bed playfully. Chancy giggled, winced when he moved his hips, and giggled again, but this time nervously. Arthur narrowed his eyes at the other as he let go, pulling away to get a better look at him. He looked like his normal self, but his eyes were tired and he wore a black oversized, like really oversized, turtleneck sweater. Yes the weather had caught up to them and it now felt like the middle of March, but he was inside now and he didn't take it off. Hmmm...
The brit tugged on the hem of the frenchman's sweater and pulled it up over his head, ignoring the other's yelp. Arthur wouldn't say he was surprised when he saw the other was covered in hickeys. Chancy blushed, scooting away from the brit in mild anger for undressing him as rudely as he had. Arthur crawled after him and checked his neck, this time shocked to see a bite mark on his neck. He was claimed?! Wait... then that explains why he was out, he was in heat. The brit suddenly felt bad for being mad at his friend, the other blond having no choice. But who claimed him?
Just then Davie holding baby Geoffrey and Matthew walked through the door, talking about who knows what before stopping once their eyes landed on the scene before them. Chancy blushed and smiled before climbing off of the bed carefully. Matthew smiled and approached Arthur as the frenchman walked elegantly to Davie, who, when they were close enough, kissed the smaller on the lips. Arthur's eye twitched in realization. DAVIE!? Chancy kissed back hesitantly before mumbling something and Davie nodding, handing the baby to his mate. DAVIE!?
Arthur could hardly wrap his mind around it. He blinked wildly as the American prince sat down beside him, smirking. "I couldn't believe it either." Matthew said, patting the brit on the shoulder. Arthur didn't want to seem rude, but he just... how?
"How... I mean... what? " He couldn't speak. His sweet innocent, independent Chancy was claimed by Davie?! Davie pursed his lips in mild discomfort before walking over to the closet, pulling out one of Arthur's sweaters and handing it to Chancy. The 2nd in command put it on with a little difficulty, the brit without a doubt smaller than him. Once on, the frenchman poked at his stomach, frowning. Davie sighed.
"Arthur, I promise to tell you everything and the whole love story but do you mind throwing back my sweater, he feels better in it." Arthur tossed it to him. "Thank you." He proceeded to remove Arthur's shirt and pulled his sweater over Chancy head. That explained why the sweater was so large, but the brit felt the smaller shirt looked better on Chancy. Davie smiled, causing Chancy to smile back at him,and the three nervously made their way to Arthur's bed. Matthew hummed.
"Why don't you tell us what happened Davie?" He said with a teasing voice. Davie scowled at him playfully before nodding.
"Well, it all started on the day we met." Arthur scoffed, albeit rudely. Chancy looked up from the baby in his hands to look at him with pained eyes, and Davie glared at him. Matthew chuckled as Arthur apologized quickly. Davie accepted it and continued. "After the dispute for the room, we began to communicate as best we could, considering he can't speak english and I can barely speak french. Personally, I thought our interactions would stay at a minimum because of the language barrier, but we started bonding over Geoffrey and sooner or later we were almost inseparable, even when geoffrey was asleep. I started trying to teach him english, he started to teach me French, and we would stay with each other for hours, sometimes forgetting to sleep." He said with a soft smile. Chancy played with baby Geoffrey while Davie spoke, occasionally looking at him with warm eyes.
"About two weeks ago, Chancy woke me up and led me outside. I didn't know what for, and even as he tried to explain, I could only make out a few words. He kept on repeating it, but i finally got the jist of it when he kissed me."He said with a blush. "It must have been some sort of confession. Things obviously got heated, the feelings rather mutual, and we... uh..." He fumbled with his words, and Arthur smiled, knowing what he meant.
"You had sex on the deck of the ship? How romantic." He said with a soft sigh. Davie blushed again, violet eyes looking down, brownish-blond hair covering his eyes.
"Uh, yeah. Then, a few days later, Chancy went into heat and needed a private place for safety reasons of course. He switched with John for the time being. I believe it was on his second day when Francis called me aside, and talked to me about how much Chancy was in pain, and that i had to brew something up for him. I mixed up a pain reliever to help with his cramps and he pretty much jumped me the moment i walked into his room. He was crying and he was scared, and he pretty much told me that he... didn't want to be alone this heat. Of course I left and consulted both Francis and Alfred about it, and Francis was okay with it. Alfred, however, was against it because he was afraid Chancy was just saying it out of the heat of the moment. But we had sex earlier, so I was pretty sure he was okay with it.
"I ended up joining him, and two days in I went into rut, so that was an additional four days of sex, and somewhere in the eight days I claimed him and... yeah." Geoffrey giggled loudly, finding Chancy's kisses ticklish. Davie smiled warmly, tucking a loose brown curl behind the baby's ear. Arthur couldn't help but smile at the scene, the three of them looking like a happy family.
"Well," Arthur said, rubbing his hands together. "I'm happy for you guys, really I am... but does Alfred know?" Davie looked up at him with worried eyes.
"I tried to hint it to him, but Chancy's too afraid to come out to him" he said quickly, causing Chancy to look up at him curiously. Arthur doubted it was Chancy who was afraid, but why press it, that detail doesn't matter. "I was kinda wondering if you would help-"
"With what? Your web of lies?" A cold voice interrupted him, the group snapping their eyes to the sneaky prince. Alfred had his lips pursed as he paced back and forth silently. How did he get there? How long has he been there? Davie sighed and stood up, walking slowly towards the prince, stopping about a yard away.
"No... Just with breaking the news to you without offending you." He answered, and Arthur held his breath. FRom the looks in the prince's eyes he was furious, the ocean blue orbs flickering with rage. Alfred sighed.
"What offends me is not your choice of disregarding my order, but hiding the fact that you scored yourself a ten." The prince slowly broke into a smile as the english speakers widened their eyes in realization, Arthur scoffing in amusement. Davie visibly relaxed, pulling the other into a manly hug. "Now, introduce me formally, you know, not as your king, but as your good ol' buddy!" He playfully nudged the knight's shoulder. Davie nodded, walking over to Chancy, who shrunk behind the baby in his arms.
"Bonjour, je suis Chancy. Je suis désolé de ne pas vous informer de ma relation avec votre ami plus tôt, mais j'espère que vous pouvez regarder passé que nous sommes tenus de devoir être autour de chacun souvent. Je promets, je n'essaierai pas d'empiéter sur ce que vous deux peut avoir, je suis juste le..." Chancy started, cut off by Matthew's laugh.
"What did he say?" Arthur asked.
"In short," Matthew straightened his clothes. "He said that he apologizes for not telling Alfred about his relationship with Davie, and that he won't encroach on his... territory." Alfred raised his eyebrows.
"Well," the prince started. "Tell him that he's welcome on my territory whenever he wants, considering he'll be living there from now on." He didn't seem gleeful anymore, and he looked down coldly at the frenchman.
"Vous êtes les bienvenus à tout moment, puisque vous y resterez un moment." Matthew translated. Chancy looked up at the prince with narrowed eyes.
"Je le ferai aussi longtemps que je pourrai, mais je vais devoir partir une fois que mes hommes partiront."He spoke softly, casting his eyes to the side. There was an awkward silence when Matthew didn't translate, the group just eyeing the other prince warily.
"Matthew, say something." Alfred demanded. Matthew frowned.
"He said he'll stay as long as his fleet." There was again, a moment of silence.
"You're what?" Davie asked this time, eyes wide and slightly confused. Chancy wouldn't look him in the eye. He repeated himself and spoke some more, and Matthew cleared it up.
"He has a contract that he has to live by. He says he loves you and that if he could stay he would, but he'll have to go when his men leave."
"Wait, wait, wait...What's thepoint of mating if you won't stay, if you don't fucking commit?!" Davie grabbed Chancy by the shoulder, and the frenchman flinched before looking at the American with irritated eyes. Arthur knew this would end ugly.
"Davie, don't do that to him! Just hear him out and try to convince him otherwise." He tried to reason, but he was cast aside.
"Chancy" Davie growled. Chancy looked up at Matthew, who translated for him. Chancy bit his lip and leaned in slightly toward his mate, eyeing him warily.
"Je m'engage, je resterai fidèle pendant mon absence. Mon contrat sera terminé dans quelques mois, en fonction de combien de temps nous restons dans les états que nous serons seulement à part pour quelques semaines." He whispered back, just barely loud enough for the bilingual prince to get.
"He said that he only has a few months left in his contract, and depending on how long he stays in America, he'll only be gone for a few weeks. He swears he'll be faithful." Davie scoffed, pulling away.
"I'm not worried about you being faithful, I'm worried about you not being... here, with me. Why did you... we... if you knew you weren't going to stay? I'm just confused about your ulterior motives here." Davie looked extremely stressed, and Arthur couldn't help but feel bad for him. He has been saving himself for the one person he wanted to be with forever, and now that he's met him, he has to separate from him because his mate is choosing his career. Arthur couldn't help but find it selfish, but maybe Chancy does have a good reason. Matthew translated what Davie had said, and Chancy set the child down on the bed.
"Je n'ai pas d'arrière-pensées pour m'accoupler avec vous! Je me suis accouplé parce que je savais que je vous aimais et je ne voulais pas être seul ou avec quelqu'un d'autre. Je ne comprends pas pourquoi vous êtes si bouleversé, pire scénario que je vais être allé pendant 5 mois, y compris le temps de voyage. Je ne vous abandonnerai pas, je serai parti pour un petit moment." He stood up, walking away from the bed and the small group of Americans.
"He said that he has no ulterior motives and he mated with you because he loves you. He says worst case scenario he'll be gone for 5 months including travel time." Matthew translated, and Davie answered.
"I love you too, but we just mated we can't just separate. 5 months is a long time to be apart... unless I go with you." Matthew translated to Chancy, who turned to face his mate with guilty eyes.
"Non, je ne veux pas vous forcer loin de votre maison ... mais j'admets, ça faciliterait les choses ... et ce ne serait que cinq mois." Chancy walked over to Davie, a soft smile on his lips.
"He said he doesn't want to force you into leaving your home, but he admits that you going to France with him for the remaining 5 months would be easier on him." This time Alfred answered.
"I'm not losing my best knight over this, I don't care if it's for 5 days, weeks or months, he's not leaving." He deadpanned. Davie opened his mouth to challenge him, but Alfred glared at him. "You, sir, are not to say another word." Davie sighed angrily, but didn't speak. The American approached Chancy, stopping a mere 6 inches from his face. "I'm giving you two options, you quit and stay with Davie in the capitol, or you keep your job and have your title as his mate revoked." Matthew frowned.
"Alfred... that's a bit unreasonable don't you think."
"Just tell him." He replied. Arthur paid close attention to Chancy's face as Matthew told him what Alfred had said, and felt his heart break when he saw the fear in his eyes before he narrowed them.
"Vous ne pouvez pas faire ça. C'est décidé entre copains et Davie ne ferait pas ça." He looked over at Davie worried eyes, and Davie shot him a reassuring smile.
"He said only Davie can make that decision." Matthew said. Alfred smirked.
"Obviously you don't know what it's like in the states. As king I get to annul any marriage, and any claim. I may need some permission, but it doesn't need to come from Davie, I can just get it from my mother." He growled lowly, and Davie growled at him, finally stepping between him and his mate.
"You can annul it legally, but I can just go and reclaim him in another country." Davie spat, stroking Chancy's cheek in an attempt to comfort him. Arthur shook his head.
"Not in France, and if you did, he would lose his job. And since he'll just end up losing his job, what's the point of going through all of that trouble, just stay in the states." He said frowning, glaring at his mate for coming up with something so petty on the spot. Matthew reiterated everything back to Chancy. The beautiful blonde scowled at the prince before yelling at Davie.
"Est-ce que vous allez le laisser me parler comme ça? Donc ta grosse solution est de me faire virer?! Vous vivez sur une île jouant avec des fleurs depuis trois ans, mais tout ce que je demande est un peu de temps et de patience et vous ne me donnerez pas ça? Non! Mais tu me donnes un putain d'ultimatum entre perdre mon emploi ou te perdre!" Matthew grimaced, but translated anyway.
"He basically finds it fucked up that you'll allow Alfred to talk him like that, and that you're so selfish for making him choose between you and his career."
Davie grabbed his wrist, and the frenchman tugged away, glaring at him. "Ne me touchez pas. J'ai un ultimatum pour vous. Viens en France avec moi pour le reste de mon contrat et retourne aux États ensemble, ou jamais, et je veux dire jamais, me parler à nouveau."
"You have the choice between staying with him for the remainder of his contract and returning to the states together to start a family when it's over, or never talk to him again." Matthew said silently, and Arthur winced, having a feeling Chancy won't like his mates answer. Davie bit his lip, pulling away from his mate.
"I swear the one fucking time I... Ugh!" he walks out of the room, teary eyed and angry. Chancy follows seconds later, leaving Geoffrey on the bed, calling out for him. Arthur stands up to follow, knowing things would only get worse, and Alfred holds open the door for the smaller people.
Arthur's been looking for half an hour for any sign of Davie or Chancy, and he was beginning to think they went overboard.
"Arthur, I found them." Alfred approached him with Geoffrey in his arms. "They're in the storage hold."
It took a little while to reach the storage hold, but Arthur sighed relieved when he walked in and Chancy wasn't dead, but instead being showered in loving kisses by the knight. Francis was standing nearby, looking proud in himself for something. Arthur approached him. "What did you do?" Francis smiled.
"I simply placed Chancy as my french ambassador to be active in..." he looked at his wrist for the time, even though he wasn't wearing a watch. "4 weeks, and he'll be stationed in America until further notice." He said with a sad sigh. Arthur smiled.
"We'll take care of him."
"I know, but I've known Chancy for years, it'll be weird replacing him." He smirked. "But I'm glad he's happy. I was tired of watching him sexually starve himself. Davie's cute too, so its not like I'm giving him off to a troll." He smiled. "He's better than I ever thought Chancy would get. Chancy has surprisingly low standards and I feared that he would go for anyone who was remotely attractive. How old's Davie again?"
"24"
"Ah, so he likes older men."
" I always thought he was in his late twenties because he was so established. Don't get me wrong, he looks gorgeous and beautiful, and his face doesn't look a day over 20, but his... figure is a tad mature. How old's Chancy?" Arthur raised his eyebrows. Francis shrugged.
"About 22 years old. His birthday is in August." He yawned and stretched like a cat. "I'm gonna nap now." He walked away without another word. Arthur shrugged, walking over to Chancy and Davie, who were still showering each other with affectionate kisses. They were joined by a smiling baby, who Alfred handed over to them. Chancy scooped Geoffrey up and kissed him lightly.
"Bébé Geoffrey, nous allons être ensemble pour toujours. Je t'aime tellement, j'ai hâte de t'apprendre à lire et à écrire en français" He smiled, Matthew chuckling softly.
" Well, he can't wait to learn French either, but you'll have to teach him english first though, since he's gonna be living in the U.S" He advised. Davie stood up, scooping the Frenchman into his arms, who held onto the baby. Chancy blushed as he was carried off.
10 days later...
WAAHHHHHH! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
"Jesus Christ, make him stop!" Arthur groaned as he exited the bathroom, sighing in annoyance when he saw Davie struggling to calm Geoffrey. The baby hasn't cried in weeks, and it was bliss up until Chancy had to start training for his new role as French Ambassador while still functioning as 2nd in command. He was completely swamped, only having a few hours to spend with his mate and the now 2 month old. This has lead to Geoffrey being unhappy and ill tempered. The slightest thing being able to piss him off and send him into a crying fit. Davie muttered something as he stood up, bouncing the child lightly.
"You're too hostile, he doesn't like it when you're around." Davie deadpanned, and Arthur scowled. Davie hasn't been himself lately either. He was irritable and stressed out. He'd say it was because he was tired all the time, and that may be a partial factor, but Arthur knew his shift in character had something to do with Chancy neglecting him.
"Then why are you in my room?" Arthur shot back, retreating back into the bathroom. He could hear Davie sigh over the crying baby.
"Are you hungry, buddy?" He asked in a squeaky voice. Geoffrey, of course, didn't answer and just continued to cry. Davie called out to Arthur. "I'm gonna find him some food."
"Alright, take care." Arthur called back, followed by a the door closing and the sound of the baby crying fading. He left the bathroom and sat on his bed, thanking god for the silence. "When's Chancy coming back? I can't take this anymore." Take what? The monotony, the crying babies, the lack of companionship? All of the above. The brit was landing soon, the New York harbor 3 days away. From there they will ride a horse drawn carriage to Maryland. Preparations are already being made for their arrival, but hastily because they they are 2 months too early. They were scheduled to arrive a week before the coronation, but it is the beginning of April and they are less than 72 hours away.
Everyone is excited, but Arthur.
However he kept his peace, not wanting to offend anyone.
There was a knock on the door, ripping the brit from his thoughts. "Come in." He called and the door creaked open to reveal an exhausted Chancy. His silky long blond hair was no longer kempt but instead wrapped in a messy bun. He had dark circles under his eyes, which were red and puffy, and his soft lips were dry and chapped. He closed the door behind him softly, walked in wordlessly, and flopped down on the bed beside Arthur. The 2nd in Command's face was shiny and slightly tanned, his baby hairs sticking to his forehead with sweat. He looked like a wreck.
Arthur blew out the candle closest to Chancy and pulled a blanket over him. The blond muttered something in French, probably a thank you, turning away from the brit and getting settled in. Arthur pulled out a book and read silently, finding this behaviour from Chancy a little off putting. He was always so uplifting even when he was tired, but he didn't seem like himself. He didn't even call Arthur Petol. Maybe something happened to him?
"Are you okay?" Arthur asked quietly as to not scare his companion. For a while it was silent, and the brit figured it was because the other had already fallen asleep.
"Yes."
Arthur jumped, not expecting the reply, especially in english. It's been 10 days since they've actually had any time together, and as far as Arthur remembered, Chancy has only said one word in english, Petal, and even then he wouldn't say it right. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." He replied again, a little robotically.
"Geoffrey misses you." Arthur said suddenly, causing the frenchman to slowly turn around to face him. In the dim light Chancy face was still gorgeous, but it also had this almost unnerving, ominous... dare he say... sinister edge to it.
"Yes, I know, I could hear him crying for me." He said dryly, narrowing his eyes at the Brit. "Grumpy friend, when did you learn how to speak French?" Arthur stared at the blond in confusion. He doesn't know how to speak french.
"What are you talking about? You're the one speaking fluent English." Arthur shot back. Chancy sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"I can barely say the good morning in english, how am I suddenly speaking it now?" He stretched like a cat and relit the candle. "You're the one speaking French, petal." Arthur's eyes widened, looking around the room for an explanation. What the fuck! First being dragged into the mirror, and now speaking French?!
"But... how is this possible? I can barely ask for water in French!" Chancy shrugged at him.
"Where are you from?" He asked nonchalantly. How can he be so calm?!
"Why does that matter?! How the hell are we communicating!?" Arthur slammed his book closed. Chancy eyed him warily.
"Depending on where you are from, I could determine the French population there and the likelihood of you being exposed to French vocabulary. Then, from there I would ask you about your mental health, memory capacity, and whether or not you've had any traumas recently to determine whether or not all of the French words you were exposed to were locked away in your subconscious, and brought to the surface for practical reasons." Arthur blinked at him wildly. Well... huh?
"Okay. Uh, I'm from Lancashire." He answered, though that was a lie. However, Arthur was almost positive that it had something to do with his magical heritage. Maybe omnilingualism was apart of the deal?
Chancy shook his head. "There's a small French population there, but it's a pale of settlement of sorts, they interact with no one but themselves." He rubbed his eyes.
"Maybe it's a miracle." Arthur suggested, and Chancy turned to him skeptically.
"Or maybe this is just a bizarre dream." He yawned and lied back down, turning away from the brit.
"What?" He can't seriously leave me like this. "This isn't a dream!?" Yet Chacy still ignored him.
"This is a dream, and when I wake up, you'll be speaking english, my baby won't be crying, and Davie would have found something for my baby to eat." He said sharply. It didn't sound like he was in for continuing the conversation with the brit. Soon soft snores drifted to his ears and he sighed, annoyed, he closed his eyes, praying that he too would wake up to everything Chancy had prophesied.
Arthur woke up to harsh whispers, and a loud slap. He sat up abruptly, eyes wide and burning. WHo slapped what?
Davie sat on the other side of the bed dazed, clutching his cheek in confusion. Chancy had a hand over his mouth in shock of what he undoubtedly did, his left hand, the obvious culprit, shaking in disbelief. The couple stared at each other for what seemed like hours until Davie cleared his throat.
"Fine, I'll go then." He said softly, standing up. Chancy grabbed at his wrist but Davie shook them off, leaving the room and closing the door silently. Chancy stared at the door for a few moments before groaning, looking at his hand in disgust. With one more dramatic groan he plopped down on the bed, burying his face in the pillow.
"What was that?" Arthur whispered, and Chancy jumped, losing balance and falling off of the bed. He landed with a concerning thump and Arthur swore he saw his head hit the night stand. "Christ, are you okay?" He said as he crawled onto the other side of the bed, peering over the edge to check on his friend. Chancy sported a pained expression, hand clutching his head and cheeks flushed. He opened his eyes and closed it shortly after, groaning as he rolled onto his side. "Chancy?"
"Je ne peux pas sentir ma hanche." He groaned out as he tried to pick himself up. Arthur frowned. Guess he can't understand French anymore. He leaped off the bed and made his way to his friend, helping him up. Chancy winced but accepted the help, repeated what he said earlier multiple times.
"I don't understand" Arthur said with a huff when he finally got the frenchman in his bed. "Can you act out what hurts?" he asked, squeezing random parts of Chancy's body, looking for a negative response. When he squeezed his upper thigh Chancy jolted and cried out, slapping the brit's hand away. Arthur stared at him as the other panted. He must have been saying his hip hurt. Chancy's eyes blown out and jaw clench painted a number of possibilities for Arthur. Try and find an ice pack, or call for help. He debated for a while internally before Chancy spoke.
"Davie?" What? Arthur looked at the frenchman. Did he really hit his head that hard that he thinks he's Davie.
"No, I'm Arthur." He corrected and Chancy rolled his eyes, pointing at the door before Chanting Davie's name. "OH! Do you want me to get Davie?" he asked, and Chancy just continued his behavior, not understanding the brit. "Well, okay?" He was going to take that as a yes. He got up and left the room, closing the chamber door behind him in search of a doctor, aka, Davie.
He smiled at the soldiers as he walked passed them, thanking god when he spotted Davie talking to Alfred over something work related. They were crouched down on the deck, hunched over a map, pointing. "We'll dock the ship here, and I'll lead the half the troops by land through the country and into the capital. You'll continue with the rest of the troop near the coast and land at the Capital port and... Oh, hey babe! What's up?" Alfred smiled goofily at him, Arthur blowing a kissy face at him in return.
"I... Chancy...uh...fell and can't move his leg very well." He didn't want to mention why he fell, so he awkwardly left it out. Alfred looked at Davie, who still sported a red mark on his cheek.
"Oh." Davie said as he stood up, stretching. "Alright, I'm coming." He sounded quite lackadaisical, walking to the prince's bed chamber. Davie walked in, slightly annoyed at being interrupted and, perhaps, being slapped. Chancy appeared unconscious but his hand still cradled his head, his breathing slightly labored. Davie bit his lip, obviously concerned, placing a hand on his forehead. Chancy jolted, opening his eyes in shock and groaning in pain.
"Davie?" He sounded awful. He just fell, why did he sound like he was dying? He didn't mean to scare him off of the bed, he just freaked out! How was he suppose to know he was going to spasm?! Arthur felt guilt slowly creep into his heart as Davie removed Chancy's hand from his head. The knight scowled at the bruise on his crown and turned to the brit with narrowed eyes.
"What did you say happened to him?" He caressed Chancy's face in an attempt to soothe a little of his discomfort. Arthur visibly gulped.
"Uhh, I woke up from my nap and saw him staring at the door." He started thinking of ways to make it seem like it wasn't his fault, but he decided to tell the truth in the end. "When I asked him what was wrong, he flung himself off of the bed and hit his head, landing on his hip." Davie nodded, looking down at his mate with an amused smile.
"Vous devriez essayer d'être plus prudent la prochaine fois, ou vous perdrez votre tête." Chancy, despite himself, smiled.
"Ma jambe me fait mal, pouvez-vous la réparer" he asked, looking down at his leg. Davie touched his hip and watched as Chancy groaned in pain. Davie pulled out a dagger and used it to rip the pants by the hip. Arthur winced. The skin was bright red but there was no doubt that it would be blue and black the next day. There was also a large lump, the size of a fist jutting up that made Arthur want to puke.
"What the fuck is that?" He spat, causing Chancy to look down himself. He gasped, cursed, and cried out in french. Davie hushed his mate before turning to Arthur.
"I think his bone slipped from his socket." he deadpanned. "I'll need your help to pop it back in."
What? No, no, no, no, "No!" Arthur said, and Davie glared at him.
"He needs your help and you're saying no?!"
"UGHHH!"He walked over, gagging. "What do I do?"
"Just hold him down, while I pull on it." He ordered. Arthur grabbed Chancy's shoulders, who looked up at him with worried eyes. Arthur smiled reassuringly at the frenchman, who smiled back, albeit weakly. "On the count of three." Arthur nodded.
" Bonne chance baiser?" Chancy mumbled, Davie smiling sheepishly. He leaned over and kissed Chancy on the cheek before looking at Arthur.
"He wants a good luck kiss." The brit nodded and kissed Chancy's forehead before going back to ready position. "Alright" Davie declared. "Three...two...one!" He began to slowly pull Chancy's leg by the ankle, The Frenchman digging his fingernails into the wrists of the brit who held down his shoulders. The Frenchman screamed in pain, crying out with tears streaming down his cheeks. Arthur wanted to tell Chancy to relax but the omega was surprisingly strong, the brit being forced to use most of his body weight to pin the other down. With a sickening pop the bone slipped into place, Chancy sighing in relief and relaxing considerably. Davie kissed the bruised hip before kissing Chancy on the cheek.
Arthur let go, sighing and climbing off of the bed. He stretched, and turned to the couple, smirking at how Chancy caressed the other's cheek in an apology, and Davie taking that hand and kissing it. Arthur turned to leave, figuring they needed their alone time. He was halfway to the door when he heard crying. It was getting louder, and it took Arthur a moment before he realized it was getting closer. By the pitch he could tell it was Geoffrey, and Arthur groaned loudly. He pulled the door open to reveal a disgruntled Francis carrying the child, who just walked in without saying a word, scanning the room for Davie.
"Here, take the child, I have work to do." He handed the infant to the knight. "He's eaten already." The king added before turning to Chancy. "You look awful. Votre pause se termine en 30 minutes." Davie bounced the baby before addressing the king.
"I personally don't think he'll be ready to work in thirty minutes. He hit his head and dislocated his hip bone, and it would be best for him to receive a few hours of sleep." Davie eventually got the child to settle down, the infant resorting to mumbling unhappily in his father's chest... well caretaker, Arthur corrected himself. However it's easy to forget the two aren't related, seeing that the mother, who as of right now, refuses to spend time with the baby except for feeding times. The child sleeps with Davie and Chancy who had somehow convinced the harold to give them his room for the remainder of the trip. Chancy bathes him, changes him, and sings to him while David plays with him, dresses him, and watches him throughout the day. Now that Arthur thought about it, he did hear Chancy refer to Geoffrey as his baby, and the brit had no difficulty seeing Chancy as his mother.
"Fine." The Francis said with a shrug. "You're the doctor." He left the room, pinching Arthur's arm on the way out. That bloody frog! Davie walked to the other side of the bed and sat on it, passing his mate the baby. Chancy took the child with a smile, bringing the baby into his chest and kissing his forehead.
"J'espère que vous vous comportez." He smiled as Geoffrey began to hiccup, tilting him over and patting his back, burping him. Davie shrugged a little bit.
"He wasn't the best behaved but he missed you so I let it slide." Arthur scoffed, leaving before the knight could respond.
