"Let me crash upon thy shore."

"Wait so whereth have thou allst wandered from?" You suddenly think to ask, having been laughing merrily and chatting to the three women for hours before the question occurred to you.

"Oh? Yeah, we're, like, pirates. I mean uh, we art sailors upon distant seas of gold and plundering. Plunderingth." Frici says casually, hair shining faintly red in the setting autumn sun. She'd also weaselled herself so that her head would be in your soft™ lap after complaining about the lack of wagon pillows.

"...What?" Is all you can say, nearly stopping the wagon in surprise, briefly glancing at the short ginger before looking back at the dirt path. Roady safety and all that.

"What our very... intelligent friend is trying to say is that we are seafaring people who sail about on a boat, navigated by me I'll have you know, to steal treasure from every ship we come across," Gale says calmly although it looked like she wanted to bonk Frici, shame the coward was using you as a shield.

"And steal kisses from every port," Amalthea says, having leant back against the wagon and moved to shield her eyes from the setting sun.

The casualness probably fazes you more than the actual words, this is medieval times! Kissing out of wedlock, why most of England must have been rolling in their graves. The rest soon to be joining them in the grave.

Wait, "... Didn't we meet quite close to the village port?"

The next time you look back at Amalthea she's moved the arm covering her face, amused eyes glowing golden in the sun rays. Surprised by this you quickly turn back to the road, face going as red as your complexion will allow.

"Oi! How come she can flirt and not get hit?" Frici gasps, sitting back up next to you and gaping indignantly at Gale.

"Because she's our captain, you thick fool!" Gale bonks Frici once again and the ginger victim's dangling earrings shake from the impact.

"I may be thick but not in a stupid way! Unlike you!" This time Frici dodges the bonk and Amalthea laughs at the scene. For being the 'Captain' she makes no move to stop their silliness.

So instead you stop the wagon to take matters into your own hands. I mean literally, you push Frici back into your lap and place your hands on either side of Gale's sharp-featured face, "Can you stop bickering? You navigate the ship right? Feel free to navigate out of a conflict."

Gale's face flares up into a blush not so different from your own earlier. Frici mutters something into your lap and Amalthea starts laughing.

"Say, sweet lady, was that a pun?" You blink slightly at how pleasant the lilt of her voice is before letting go of Gale and turning back to the road, face matching the wind named brunette.

"Yes... Oh, would you look at that! A tavern whereth we can slumber away the night, haha," All of you turn to the large, medievally unimpressive, building with dim lights and thatched roofing.

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"There's only one bed left? But it's dusk, surely not so many people have arrived by now as to fill this place up?" You ask the peasant standing at the front desk, aghast at the state of the inn.

"Well bruv, it's either that or the stable with your horse innit." She says, a tiny medieval badge pinned to her front which says 'Name: Innkeeper's Wife'.

"Look with thine eyes! There are four of us, surely you can give us more than one bed?" You plead, looking back at your companions who are talking to each other at the entrance.

"Well try looking with thine own eyes. It's a big bed, it'll fit the four of you if you're knacked enough. If not, scram bruv," She says, crossing her arms and placing a key on the table between you.

"But we four met today! Surely you can see how after travelling for hours we need beds, and that one isn't enough!" You say, voice raising enough for the three pirates to notice.

"What, you've been travelling around with this lot who you don't even know? And that's my problem?" Innkeeper's Wife rolls her eyes, "Your mind. Insane luv."

"What's Poppin you two? Er, whatever has taketh place?" Frici asks, being the first to walk over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You briefly wondered about how little affection she previously received to be so touchy.

"There's only one room left with only one bed between the four of us," You say exasperated and move to rest your head against her shoulder and close your eyes. After driving about for so long, only for this to happen was quite exhausting.

"One bed? Ah, that's great! Last Inn I went to we slept on the floor, but that's probably because it was more a prison than an inn but I'm going off on a tangent," Frici said grabbing the key from the table and waving over Gale and Amalthea, "Thank you very much milady, we'll be off now."

You open your eyes in instant shock but it's too late at the four of you are already headed up the stairs, you being lead by Frici's arm around your shoulder.

"Fri, did you even ask (Y/N) if she's comfortable sharing a bed?" Amalthea asks looking at your slightly uncomfortable face, "You know how medieval people are with this sort of thing."

"Oh shit yeah, er lovely, lovely (Y/N) please forgive me for forgetting to ask but, would you like to share a bed with me?" The redhead asked, reflective eyes looking into yours and arm moving down to your waist and pulling you slightly closer, "It would be a pleasurable experience for the both of us, yes?"

You blush once again (golly what a day) and stutter slightly before Frici is hauled off of you and given a few thorough to the head and even her face cheeks get pinched by an angry Gale.

"You shameless flirt! You're meant to ask whether or not she would feel safe and at ease in a bed with us you idiot! Not if she's down to bang!" Gale's eyebrows twist inwards and her whole face looks impossibly mad.

Frici starts throwing out apologies to you and Gale and Amalthea and every bed ever and even the four cardinal directions.

"Lady (Y/N) please do not be off-put by Frici, you can lie between me and Gale if you would feel more comfortable. None of us will do anything to make you feel uncomfortable," Amalthea says and despite your weird medieval morals and between the three of them, you're actually quite amused.

So you agree and that's how all of you end up falling asleep in one bed together and since it's what happens next in the trope, you all end up cuddling up a storm like a big, clingy, soon to be a polyamorous relationship sort of dogpile.

However just as your slipping into pleasant dreams involving your cuddle buddies you heard several coughing noises echo throughout the Inn.

Oh well, nothing to worry about.

A/N Woooww two updates in one day look at me go.

Quote of the day?

Your mind. Insane luv.

Shout out to the power of friendship for that one 😌.

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