(Requested by KashiBae , another One-shot writer! Go check them out also because RvB troopers stick together!)
Wash flopped down on his bed, rose still in hand from a month ago.
He fiddled with the flower in his palms, thinking over what had happened that knight (BA DUM TISS).
On the car ride back, Carolina was sitting in the front while York drove, leaving a lonely Wash in the back.
"Hey buddy, you okay back there? You're kinda quiet." York asked as he glanced in the rearview mirror.
"Fine... Uh... Thanks for dragging me along."
"Don't worry about it- What's that?" Carolina was now reaching in the back, pointing at the writing in the rose.
"N-Nothing."
"..."
A moment of silence fell in the car, and York pulled into a small space on the side of the rode.
"What are you-"
"GET IT!" Carolina yelled as she tackled Wash, and York got up and opened Wash's door so he couldn't escape.
"It's just his number!" Wash yelped, trying to get out of the car without them tearing his limbs off.
"His what?!" York asked in disbelief, then turned to Carolina.
"... I... I don't know if I should text him or-"
"Do it." Carolina and York said in unison, not even blinking.
"But what if-"
"Do it."
Wash sighed. He clearly wasn't allowed to say no.
The rest of the car ride, the two kept checking up on him as he hopelessly stared at the rose, like some teenage romance movie.
Wash hated the fact that they found out, but when his Aqua knight texted back, the sudden panic and worry hit him.
"He asked who I was, what do I do?" He asked frantically.
"Say you're his princess!"
"I'm not that gay-"
"Bullshit. Just say that you're Wash." Carolina mumbled.
The blond took a deep breath, and typed in a couple words.
Hey, it's the guy you have the Rose to -Wash
Oh, hey! Nice to know you texted back ;) Why is your name Wash...? -Tucker
It stands for Washington. Long story. -Wash
Ohh mysterious~ By the way, please don't tell Carolina about this. -Tucker
... Too late? -Wash
Ah, crap. Guess I'll have to come up with an excuse for Church. Speaking of excuses, mind if this poor excuse of a human takes you on a date?- Tucker
Smooth. And sure, why not...? -Wash
Nice move Wash. Now you seem like a confident person.
How about I show you around my castle? Bow Chicka Bow Wow. But seriously, I want you to check it out. Awesome date. -Tucker
I would love to see that. When? -Wash
7pm tomorrow work? -Tucker
Absolutely. Also, Carolina is giving me a weird look. Gotta go, bye! -Wash
See you later, your highness~ -Tucker
"Your highness?" Wash said aloud on accident, and covered his mouth as he blurted it out.
"Oh my god, did he say that to you?" Carolina laughed, trying to grab his phone to see.
"Um- I- Shut up." He stuttered, keeping his phone out of Carolina's reach.
After that, Wash got dropped off at his apartment, where he flopped down on the bed and smiled as he looked at the Rose.
~~~~~
That memory was so clear to him, almost as if it was yesterday.
When actually, it was over a year ago.
Wash and Tucker started dating a couple weeks after he got his number, and now Wash served as a Hawk tamer at the same castle.
Weird, huh?
Wash liked the Owls the most, and named them all after the Greek alphabet. Epsilon, Delta, Theta (who was the cutest), Omega... But he doesn't like Omega very much.
After every show in the break room, Wash would tell Tucker how awesome he was, Tucker would complain about bruises, and Church would jokingly yell gay whenever they held hands.
However, one night wasn't so cheerful.
It was ten pm, thirty minutes after their last show, when Tucker and Wash decided to head home for the night. They were heading to the car when bam, Tucker was hit across the head with some sort of pole.
Wash turned around, and out of instinct, he managed to grab the object. He swung it at the mysterious criminal, and thwacked his back.
It didn't make him bleed, but it sure as hell knocked him out.
Wash panicked, and leaned down next to Tucker, trying to see if he was breathing when the stupid idiot started laughing.
"Damn Wash, maybe you should be one of the moonstar tamers instead."
"Shut up, I'm trying to see if you're okay-"
"It's fine, he just hit my shoulder. Nice arm, Princess."
Tucker had the most shit eating grin.
Wash sighed, helping him up and calling 9-1-1 soon after.
Needless to say, every knight needs his princess.
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