The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Drake x Mia x Grayson

Just incase you get any ideas, DO NOT ARGUE ON IF DRAKE X MIA OR GRAYSON X MIA IS BETTER AND I'D PREFER IF YOU KEEP WHAT SIDE YOUR ON TO YOURSELF!! Just wanted to say that just incase any of you planned on doing that.
Thank you and enjoy!
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The elf sipped from her mug, refreshing clear water entering her mouth and sleeping down her throat. It wasn't cold like ice but it was not too warm but as long as it was fresh, she did not mind. Her mug moved back down as she set it back onto the circular wooden table.
Drake laughed, setting down his mug full of water after taking a drink. The male sitting across from him also chuckled away, taking a bit of a sugar cookie clasped in his hand, the crumbs sticking to his lips and falling into his mildly thick, short beard. At least none of them were drinking any alcohol, because when they had first arrived and were offered, she could see a bit of temptation spark in the ex-commanders emerald orbs.

"Have you ever noticed that every inn we go too, there is always a jar of cookies there?" Grayson spoke with his mouth full, crumbs falling from behind his lips and hitting the table, some being spat at his friend.

Drake turned away, grossed out but another laugh had already risen from his throat. "Swallow your food before you speak! We've been over this!"

The blonde laughed again, sipping from his drink as the Enderman hybrid continued. Mia laughed along, her fist rising up and covering her mouth. Her cheeks flushed as her chest grew heavy with giggles. Like old times, she mocked them for being like "a bickering old married couple." Drake rolled his eyes, but his warm smile never left from his cheeks. He ignored her statement and continued on.

Drake tilted his head, a warm gaze in his mismatched eyes. "Yeah. I suppose that it is strange that there are always cookie jars around these places. It's like the Paganum are just waiting for you to show up and take 'em!" He lifted up his mug and took another sip.

Mia's smile grew wider as the boy's shared another heartfelt laugh. She always found pleasure when they interacted in such a heartfelt, playful way. It was a nice change from the stress and mind shattering revelations that they suffered while being hunted by a demon and an entire nation that's our for their guts.
Both of them bought her this warm feeling that she had never experienced before she got to know the two of them. She felt like she belonged and after so many years of abuse at the empire...she felt loved and cared for. And Drake and Grayson were there whenever she needed them. They gave her that love and care that she so desperately needed...and she never knew that without them that she was breaking inside.

  "So..." She said, trying hard not to blush. "...What are the plans for tomorrow, since we're staying here for the night?"

Drake answered. "Well, we still have to make sure that you're feeling alright. How is that arm of yours?"

Mia gazed down at her arm, wrapped in bandage tape with a bit of red visible on it's white surface. The empire had gotten the better of them a day and a half ago, with a mercenary firing an arrow and landing the lucky shot right in her arm. She was lucky that Drake had the supplies to mend her, and took out that mercenary just before things went too far. Not only all of that, but the health potions he gave her and the magic he used while the poison was coursing through her veins helped her heal.

She tried not to scratch at it. "It's fine. I'm doing a lot better."

Drake nodded, his human cheek becoming rosy while his Ender cheek had a barely noticeable purple hue beneath the black scale like skin. "That's good. I was worried."