#leon is the one who fucks up wash accidentally. it was more an opportunity for leon(Epsilon) to escape

[oorevitcejda]

my rvb au longfic hinges on allison "agent tex" texas church letting the father of her triplet children name then Leonard, Leonardo and Leonarda.

my only reasoning is she thought it was funny and then they got home

[xpao-bearx]

《This story series is also on my AO3 acc @ Paoloca》

SUMMARY: The bachelors of Selphia conjure up a plan to decide who truly deserves the beautiful princess' heart...if Frey can only choose one of them, that is.

PAIRINGS: Frey x Vishnal, Frey x Kiel, Frey x Doug, Frey x Arthur, Frey x Dylas, Frey x Leon (Polyamorous Ships)

RATING: Mature/18+/Romance & Smut. Please bear these in mind if you are uncomfortable and do NOT report!

NOTE: I have been an avid fan and lover of the Rune Factory series for a looong fooken time now and with RF 5 coming up (who else can't wait?!?!) along with my bursting inspiration, I decided to do something a lil special~ 💖

This story is actually one I wrote--or at least TRIED to write as I didn't finish it--many years ago on my old Wattpad acc (I have a new one now). As such, I'm taking the basic plotline from the original idea I had and simply making it a bit better especially now that I'm older + more mature (pfft yeah sure "mAtUrE" xD).

I sincerely and deeply love ALL of the amazing bachelors on RF 4 and as someone who absolutely ✨A D O R E S✨ reverse harems, I really *personally* don't think that Frey has to choose! And so, here's a naughty + sweet story that'll kinda just delve into my--and I'm sure others'--fantasy ;)

I hope ya lovelies will enjoy this story series and your wonderful support is always very much appreciated! 🥺💕💕 Also, feel free to fangirl/fanboy with me anytime~

P.S. Please forgive mah pathetic ass in advance if I ever portray any of the characters wrong, I promise to do my best!!

"The Princess' Harem"

Part 1: The Game

☆ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE TALENTED ARTIST☆

Summer 1, the dawn of a sweltering season. But most of all...

Beach Day!

Ah, yes, a most wonderful holiday to take a dip in the refreshing water and don the most attractive swimsuits that perfectly hugged one's form! And while it was understandable for the gentlemen to gawk and admire the lovely ladies, it seemed that all the bachelors of Selphia were completely ensnared by one warrior princess in particular...

Frey's tinkly laughter carried in the air as she happily swam around in the lake with the other girls. It was certainly a gorgeous day, yet none could quite rival the turquoise haired beauty's radiant smile.

"Haa... The princess is SO beautiful~" Vishnal sighed dreamily, his violet eyes turning into hearts.

"A goddess among mere mortals!" Kiel piped up cutely.

"You guys are so lame! But, uh... Y-Yeah, I agree, I guess." Doug conceded, face flushing as scarlet as his hair.

"I am a man, after all. Therefore, I must say I agree as well." Arthur cleared his throat, propping his glasses.

"You are all perverts..." Dylas grumbled, though he couldn't help but shyly sneak a peek at Frey.

"My, my~ You're such a bad liar, horsie. Calling us perverts when you, yourself, are one~" Leon chuckled, smirking.

"Who're ya calling horsie?!" Dylas snapped, but couldn't start an argument when all of them heard a splash and saw Frey emerge onto shore.

"Princess!" Vishnal beamed, not wasting a single second as he dashed towards her with a towel much like an excited puppy. "Are you done swimming?"

Frey gratefully took the towel, wiping her drenching body with it. "Yes, I am! And once I change into my clothes, I'm going to be checking the requests."

"You're ever so diligent, Frey. I truly admire that about you." Arthur smiled as he and the rest of the boys approached their beloved girlfriend. Arthur's glasses then flashed as the sun reflected on them, and he quickly grabbed that splendid opportunity for his gaze to drop and hyperfocus on Frey's nearly naked body. He barely managed to suppress it as he almost shamelessly licked his lips, fully taking in and very much appreciating her wet and fit physique.

"Oh, it's nothing! I'm only doing my duties." Frey giggled, embarrassed as her cheeks tinted pink. "But other than that, how come you guys aren't in your swimsuits? It's boiling!" She frowned worriedly.

"Why, is milady that eager to see me in all my glory?" Leon purred, standing in front of her in a flash. His teal eyes sparkled mischievously, as one of his hands reached forward to run his fingers through her long hair. "If you want to see me that badly, I'd rather 'perform' a private show for you tonight~"

Frey became as red as a ruby, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly like a fish out of water. She tried to speak, but no words came out as she could only stare up with eyes as wide as dinner plates at an amused Leon who was enjoying this situation far too much.

"Oi, knock it off!" Dylas growled, wrapping a protective arm around Frey as he glared sharply at Leon. "She's gonna go fishing with me after she's done, anyways!"

"WHAT?! No fair, you can't hog her all to yourself! If you guys are going fishing then I'm going, too!" Doug huffed, snatching Frey away from Dylas.

"No way, you dumbass dwarf! You're not invited!"

"Well, I am now, you fucking nag!"

As the two handsome idiots bickered like an old married couple and fought over Frey, she could only release an exasperated sigh. Honestly, she loved them both, but there was really no use trying to talk any sense into them. The best anyone could do was just wait it out until they inevitably get tired.

But as Doug and Dylas were yanking Frey from one side to another like a ragdoll, they suddenly stopped. It seems that everyone else halted, too, and the air blew bitter cold. Frey, oblivious, could only raise a brow before she finally realized--or more like felt--what all the boys were staring at.

She looked down, Doug and Dylas' hands accidentally cupping each one of Frey's breasts. All of the boys were a thousand shades of crimson, and Vishnal even started to have a nosebleed.

"ACK! S-Sorry..!" Doug and Dylas exclaimed in unison, abruptly pulling their hands away as if they were burned.

"O-Oh, uh, it's f-fine..!" Frey stuttered, not being able to meet anyone's gaze. "I-It was just an accident, after all!"

"Are you sure you're alright, Frey?" Kiel asked, holding her hands into his gently as he studied her face in concern. "These lowlifes didn't hurt you, did they?" It was rare for Kiel to be angry let alone badmouthing anyone, but it was clear from his tone how upset he was. Honestly, Doug and Dylas were a little scared...

"Y-Yes, I'm alright!" Frey nodded vigorously, smiling brightly. "Seriously, guys, don't worry about me! I'll see you all later, okay?" She hurriedly gave each one of them a chaste peck on the cheek before making her way back to the castle.

"So..." Leon began, a fake smile plastered on his lips as his eyes held no emotion. "I wonder who the true perverts are now?"

"H-Hey, it was an accident! Besides, it's all this moron's fault!" Dylas retorted, pointing an accusatory finger at Doug.

"MY fault?! If you just invited me in the first place, none of this would've happened!" Doug shouted furiously.

"You guys...touched...the princess' b-b-breasts..." Vishnal muttered, totally lost in his own world as he was slowly deteriorating from existence.

"Oh, my..." Arthur let out a heavy exhale. "I'm sure you two already know this, but as soon as Frey is done with her tasks then you both must apologize to her again. Accident or not, it is completely unacceptable for a man to touch a woman without her consent."

"Hey, y'know, I've been wondering..." Kiel cut in. "Do you guys ever think if Frey is just being strung along by us?"

"What do you mean?" Doug frowned.

"Like, didn't we confess to Frey at different times? And at every confession, she rejected all of us. And later on, it was only then we found out that we all shared the same feelings for her."

"So, what's your point?" Dylas pressed.

Kiel sighed, staring pointedly at the taller man. "Don't you find it a bit weird that now, we're all in a relationship with her? I know that being in a polyamorous relationship with Frey was something we all consented on from the very beginning, but why the sudden change of heart?"

"Isn't it obvious? Being in a polyamorous relationship means that Frey likes all of us at the same time, which is fine. Maybe she was just too shy at first to admit it." Leon shrugged.

"That may be true, or...what if she's only with us out of pity?" A wave of realization washed through everyone, and a certain pang of sadness settled in their hearts. "Frey is such a nice person, it's possible she only agreed to be with us since she felt bad for rejecting us. And now, she doesn't know how to break up with us for fear of hurting us even more."

"There's also one other possibility..." Arthur spoke up. "What if she actually likes one of us, but can't exclusively date that person?"

Dead silence. Only the faint sounds of the lake thrashing and birds chirping, before Vishnal was the one who first woke up back to reality.

"So... What are we supposed to do?" He questioned softly. "I feel so terrible... If what you're saying is true, then I don't want to continue on like this. I love Frey, but I can't ever bear the thought of hurting her!"

"How about a game?" Leon suggested.

"Now's really not the time, foxy." Doug rolled his eyes.

"No, no. You've misunderstood." Leon shook his head. "I'm talking about a game to see who Frey truly likes or doesn't like. And that way, we won't have to be hurting her and suffering like this anymore."

"Hmm... An interesting proposition." Arthur hummed thoughtfully. "I don't quite like referring to this as a 'game', but colour me intrigued. What's your idea, then?"

"Alright. So, we each get one whole day to spend with Frey. Completely alone, and no one is allowed to bother anyone else. As long as Frey is okay with it, then we can do whatever we want with her. Going on dates, exploring...you get the idea. Finally, by the end of the week, we'll all ask her how she feels and who she had the most fun with. Her answer will then determine what will happen afterwards."

"Hmph. Okay, that sounds good." Dylas nodded, agreeing for once. "How can we settle who goes first and last, though?"

"I think it would only be fair if we go in the order that Frey met us. So it's Vishnal, me, Doug, Arthur, Dylas, and then Leon." Kiel offered.

"All in favour?" Arthur asked, and everyone collectively voiced out their approval. "Good. It's settled, then. May the best man win!"

"Speaking of, I forgot that the castle is undergoing construction! So please excuse me, I'll have to get going now!" Vishnal grinned, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

"Wait... I just visited Ventuswill earlier with Granny Blossom." Doug furrowed his brows before gasping. "That bastard..! He went to go have a headstart with Frey!" He immediately chased after the conniving butler, but not before his shoulder got bumped hard by Dylas.

"If anyone's gonna get a headstart, it's me!"

"Oh, shut the hell up, HORSIE!"

Arthur sighed deeply, rubbing his temples stressfully as Kiel only chuckled sheepishly. Leon simply watched the scene, his fan hiding his smirk.

'There is a saying: Save the best for last~' Leon thought satisfyingly to himself.

[haydnfleury]

What A Damn Mess We’re Making Of Things

Who: Leon Draisaitl, Connor McDavid

Type: Depression/Illness

Word Count: 1.45K

Addendum A: Title is a quote from one of the RDR2 trailers.

Addendum B: This is the more edited version of the original work I had posted.

~AO3 Version

Tagging: @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​ | @jamesnealshands​

Connor is nowhere to be found, and the keys to their shared car is on Leon’s seat. Side-eyeing his stall, it’s completely empty- no suit, no uniform, no equipment, nothing. Leon hurriedly finishes up and chucks his own things into his dufflebag and into the car before searching all throughout Rogers Place for his boyfriend. No one’s seen him. Not staff. Not teammates. Not even fans.

 The infamous ring of the crossbar just marked the end of the Oilers’ season, as the opposing team had just broken the 3-3 tie with seconds left in the third period to win the game. Edmonton had fallen short nineteen games to earn a place in the Stanley Cup Playoffs. As the team wearily drudges their way into the locker room, the coaching staff and management give out a highly copy-paste speech to the players, knowing full well that they’ll be fired and replaced during the off-season.

 Everyone stays almost entirely silent while they change out of their gear and into their everyday clothes before grabbing their belongings. Leon goes to freshen up in the bathroom, dousing his hair and sweat-glistened face with water before drying it off. By the time he walks back over to his stall, Connor is nowhere to be found, and the keys to their shared car is on Leon’s seat. Side-eyeing his stall, it’s completely empty- no suit, no uniform, no equipment, nothing. Leon hurriedly finishes up and chucks his own things into his dufflebag and into the car before searching all throughout Rogers Place for his boyfriend. No one’s seen him. Not staff. Not teammates. Not even fans. Clearly this is going nowhere. He decides to check their shared apartment, it’s not much of a guarantee but it's a start nonetheless.

Having left later than usual, Leon was stuck waiting in traffic. During which time he calls and texts Connor multiple times, all of which were unanswered and unread. The wait becoming unbearable with him effectively missing in action and no one around even knows anything, let alone see him walk out the door. Becoming frustrated with the traffic, Leon cuts across the road at the first opportunity and takes a longer, but less frequented route. It works out well, as when he arrives he can still see the cars backed up from the hill their apartment bloc is situated.

 Grabbing his things and going up to the apartment, the door to their unit is relatively difficult to get open. When he finally manages to pry it open after shoving it through with his shoulder, he notices it was Connor’s dufflebag on the floor slightly blocking the doorway, of which has promptly spilled various hockey equipment across the floor. Searching the suite, he’s not there either; but he was relatively recently. His stick and suit thrown onto the bed, his jersey ripped all the way down the middle on a pile on the floor, and his phone hanging from the charging cord off the side of his night-stand. Waking the phone screen a magnitude of notifications light up the screen from various teammates texting him asking where he was and if he was okay, and the nine ones from Leon from when he was driving back. There’s no indication as to where he went, so it’s pointless for Leon to run around Edmonton all night on a wild goose chase.

 He goes about cleaning up the various messes to keep his mind off it, tossing the equipment that can be washed into the laundry, throwing away the destroyed uniform, and putting their bags into the closet. Not realizing how quickly he’d finish, he opts to turn on the TV to something to hopefully distract him. It doesn’t help as his mind is flooded with concern and every 'what if' he can think of as the time passes. It’s now 11PM. “11PM. I’m not waiting for him anymore.” Just as he’s about to leave his phone rings; it’s Klef.

 “Leon?”

 “Yeah?”

 “I found Connor, he just walked past my condo. I uh, yelled at him from the veranda but he didn’t respond, he just kept walking. Although he might have had his iPod and headphones in under his hoodie, I couldn't really tell.”

 “Alright I’m on my way,” Drai quickly responds, rushing down the stairwell back to the car.

 He shuffles into the drivers seat ready to drive the max speed limit down to Klef’s, but it starts raining. Scheiß! Instead he drives slow enough to not just hydroplane straight off the road in the process. By the time he gets there, Klef is waiting outside leaning against the wall of his building under an overhead veranda.

 “He’s across the street at the diner over there,” Klef mentions, motioning over at the building across from him on the corner of the intersection as Leon gets out of the car.

 Entering the diner the waitress immediately recognizes who Leon is and probably realizes what he’s looking for- or more accurately who. She silently points over to an occupied table in the corner before going back into the kitchen. Leon places his hand on Connor’s shoulder before sitting down beside him.

 “Connor?”

 “What are you doing out here?” he replies and it sounds like the life has been drained out of him.

 “Your hot chocolate sir,” the waitress 'accidentally' interrupts setting down a cup in front of Connor, and turning over to his teammate, “Would you like something to eat or drink?”

 “The same as him.”

 She goes back behind the counter and brings back another cup of hot chocolate.

 Turning his attention back to his boyfriend, “To find you, you Dummkopf. It’s late where have you been all night?”

 “I wanted to be alone,” he says unveiling his hood, more of his face now illuminated by the flurescent lights, and takes a sip before staring at the rain drops splashing against the window.

 “You-“ he pauses to sigh, “you should have told me,” he considers adding the fact he and the other have been worried sick, but now really isn't the time.

 “I know, I just- I needed to get out of there.”

 Leon brings his arm around Connor’s shoulder and shifts closer to him on the seat, “What’s bothering you?”

 “I’m tired. I’m tired of losing. I’m tired of being last in the division and not being anywhere near the playoffs. I- I’m tired of not making a damn difference to this team. I haven’t even fed you a goal in months. I- I-“ he cuts off and loses the rest of his willpower to speak.

 “It’s not your fault. And, you do make a difference to this team… and to me.”

 “But the fans and management hate us. Saying we should be better, but we’re just fucking trash.”

 “Who cares what they think? We’re supposed to be getting new management by next season anyway, and as for fans, I mean every team has those fans- just don’t listen to them- we still have a lot of people who'll support us no matter what.”

 “I suppose you’re right,” Connor responds while circling his finger around the rim of his mug, “then why doesn’t it make me feel any better.”

 Leon sighs, “Probably because it never feels like it at the time when you’re- you’re- ah scheiß, what’s the English word for it…”

 “Depressed?”

 “Yeah.”

 Leon waves the waitress over and orders an assortment of food which she promptly brings over.

 “I don’t want to eat.”

 “Connor… you need to eat. You haven’t eaten anything all day,” he reiterates pushing the plate towards him.

 “You know I don’t deserve you,” he responds grabbing his fork and starting to eat.

 “Of course you do,” Leon retorts before kissing him on the cheek.

 “Hey, another thing, at least you didn’t break your leg tonight.”

 “What?”

 “I cross-checked a guy who was about to shove you into the net. That’s how I got that penalty.”

 “I didn’t even realize, thanks.”

 They continue their meal in silence with only the rain against the glass and food on the griddles providing noise. When they’re finished and ready to leave Leon goes to the counter to pay but is told “It’s on the house.” By the time they get home it’s now 3AM. Connor goes straight to the couch and lays down.

 “What are you doing?”

 “I don’t deserve to sleep with you yet.”

 “Why would- okay,” Leon gives up because he doesn’t want to go through that again and goes to the bedroom on his own.

 He undresses himself and sets a silent timer for half an hour and gets into bed browsing his phone. When the timer goes off he lightly steps back into the living room next to Connor who’s already asleep. He gingerly picks him up from the couch and carries him back to the bed, laying him down and dragging the covers over him before climbing into bed beside him and pulling him to himself. Connor suddenly turns around to face towards Leon and rests his head on his chest and wrapping his arms around him.

 “Ich liebe dich mein Schatzi.”