"Ahhhh!"
So much for being stealthy when Luca ended up screeching for dear life!
But really, how could he not react when something suddenly wrapped around his leg?
"!"
He froze, eyes wide, golden pupils trembling as the sensation sent a shiver up his spine. The thing never actually touched him—with his spiritual barrier clinging to him like second skin—but whatever that was, it definitely tried, brushing against the invisible surface with unsettling persistence.
And, oh no, it moved!
"Wh-what is—!" he squeaked, jumping back so fast that he nearly tripped over his own boots.
His face turned a violent shade of red. It wasn’t just fear this time; it was memory.
Because the last time he felt something curling around his limbs like that... it wasn’t a plant. It was his husband’s spiritual tendrils.
And they had been very, very thorough.
"Brothe—?" Ollie began, blinking in confusion, but didn’t get to finish.
Because the bush they were hiding in suddenly shook.
Like, violently.
Rustling leaves, snapping vines, and a noise that sounded suspiciously like a purr gone wrong.
"Out! Out!" Xavier hissed, taking his wife by the waist as the entire group scrambled out of the writhing foliage in a mess of limbs and muffled curses.
Because what do you know?
The god-like luck of one Jackson Taylor was essentially a personal skill!
And faced with the cosmic skill and definitely unenviable luck of several people who attracted disasters like flies, the once-perfect hiding spot had decided to come alive.
No wonder Jax’s spot appeared to be safe! Because they were literally hiding in the bushes of an overgrown carnivorous plant!
"!!!"
The whole thing reared up, leaves parting to reveal rows of translucent teeth made of crystallized sap.
But before anyone could scream again, something else happened.
The little wife, bright red and looking like a flustered cherry on fire, suddenly snapped.
"N-no! No, you can’t!" Luca shouted, and before anyone could stop him, flames erupted from his palms.
It wasn’t just a spark—it was a blast.
The bush screeched like a startled cat, its leafy fronds curling backward as if to flee from the sudden inferno. It even tried to shrink into the ground, soil trembling in protest.
Everyone froze.
Jax’s jaw dropped. Ollie blinked very slowly. Kyle tilted his head.
And Xavier’s expression flickered briefly between realization and slight amusement.
Because normally, the little money-grubber would’ve been cooing over the plant, allotting it a dedicated inventory space instead of issuing what definitely looked like a diabolical threat.
"...Brother?" the blonde asked cautiously, looking equal parts awed and concerned.
The little guide blinked, realized what he’d done, and coughed twice. "Ah—s-sorry! I’ll, um, I’ll take some samples now!"
He was still pink from embarrassment and utter determination, his voice wobbling between flustered and apologetic. "B-but at times like this, it’s important to show dominance first in case it has other m-motives!"
But before he could start explaining the clear possibility of nefarious—yet insanely pleasurable—motives and why it was important to assert dominance early, one prince had a sinking feeling that something irreversible was about to leave his little wife’s adorable mouth, and promptly intervened to save everyone’s sanity.
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