In the morning Oliver awoke first, and found himself in the older males arms. 
Without him even realizing it, his began face flush a very light shade of red, but his heart not minding it. His heart welcomed it, pursuing his mind to do the same, to just fall back to sleep.
He did.

When he awoke again, Oliver smelled something cooking in the kitchen, his bed empty. He went to the kitchen to find Françios making a squirrel.

"I figured you'd be hungry." The male said placing the squirrel on a wooden plate.
"Eat up."
"Than-Thank you." Oliver said, not helping but to smile at the male before him.

That same day, Françios was careful that Oliver could not place anything into his bag. When it was time to go Oliver hugged his friend, and was able to slip two cookies, and a few thin slices of bread into the males pockets.

"When I come back." Françios said "I'm going to repay you for your kindness."
"Françios you don't have to." The pink haired male said.

"I know I don't but I'm going to. Agreed?"

Oliver couldn't help but smile, his cheeks a little pink "Agreed." He said returning to the bakery.

Françios, walked down the block without another word, looking back a few times to see that Oliver was watching him go. 
Of course, once the pink haire male saw he had been caught, he rushed back inside. 
The male couldn't help but chuckle, smiling softly despite himself. 
He entered the cemetery at the edge of town, and began his long walk home into the forest. 
The blonde, scruffy chinned male, reached inside his pocket to pull out his flint knife, just in case, when he felt by it. Two cookies, and some slices of bread. 
He growled, taking out the knife.

"Damn you Oliver." Françios muttered scowling. He inwardly smiled though, another reason to see the man again.

The meetings continued on for a few months, to where the point where they practically expected each other, every two days. Sometimes it would be because Oliver offered to fix up Françios' clothes, or because Françios wanted to bake with Oliver for the day, and help him around the bakery.
The days he left though. He would go to the forest entrance that was just two streets down, I bet you wonder where Françios goes during those days right? No? Well suck it up it's important to the story.

The hunter walked, further, and further into the forest. The leaves crunching under his feet along with twigs, the bugs flying around him, and the birds coming dangerously close to nipping him, but instead going at the bugs. The summer breeze moving through his cloak, and hair.
"Oi Franny is that you?!" A loud voice said from above,

Françios looked up at the hardwood tree, and saw a speck of blonde hair.
"Yes. Hello Falvi, do me a favor and let me up."
"Gotcha!" The woman said lowering down some rope.

"Where have ya been?" She asked "Alejandro's been wondering about you!"
"It's none of-" He stopped himself as he was halfway up the tree, he would have to tell them if Oliver was coming with him, hopefully soon. Even if it was just to visit. 
He had been curious about where Françios lived, and asked him several times. To which the blonde promised him if he didn't bring it up again, he would take him very soon. (That was just last visit, he promised this.)

"I met someone." The normally grouchy man said quietly.

"What?!" The woman said, hanging onto the rope, making sure it wouldn't fall, or break.

"I met someone!" The blonde hunter said louder.

The woman gasped: "Wonderful!"

"Are they with you?" She asked looking around the male.

"No." Françios groaned, pulling himself up onto the tree.

"He's in the village, goes by the name Oliver."
"Oliver?" The woman said pulling the rope back up "He sounds lovely."
"He's alright."

The blonde woman huffed, as she pulled up the last of the rope. She got up, and dusted off her flashy blue gown, it went missed the shoulders completely, and covered her arms downward, and went to the ends of her boots.

She was a flashy woman, but a good fighter.

Gotten mixed up with Alejandro one day she did. he took her coin pouch, she fought him, and pinned him down, then she kissed him, and left.

Which left him smitten, and confused, though he would never show it. She tried pursuing him with no luck, then tried with someone else. Well that person took it as an invite to bang her, she tried fighting him off, and was almost a goner until Toni showed up, and took her away. She'd been with him ever sense, and he was rather protective of her most days.

There were other people besides them of course.

Gillen, a young boy around the age of ten who Toni, and Françios had taken a liking too, as their friend.

Three other young boys known as Matt, Lutz (Gillens baby brother), and Al.
Alfred, and Matt were somehow twins by the age of ten, and Lutz couldn't of been more than five. Scarlett, and Vanesa were the only young girls.

A lot more men were their like; Xang, Viktor, Bernard, Tastio, Markell, Honda, Egil, Tai Yang, Martino, Roland, Im Yung Sun, Voss, Patrick, Franciszek, Peter,  and Tomas.

There were girls here two, Luci (Flavinas little sister), Eliza, Astrid, Liesl, Natasha, Helga, Wendy,  and Lucinda.

That's just the ones he remembered.

Up in the treetops they were the early version of the Marry Men. They were all outlaws, or hated in someway.

In the treetops of the Redwoods, Giant sequoia, Robin Hood oaks, and a lot of other giant ass trees, that perhaps are now extinct. The group made their home, and hardly bothered anyone. They survived like a colony, and enjoyed their freedom.

Françios went to his small hut, that was on one of the furthest brances from the trunk. It was a sturdy branch, and had plenty of room for more of a house on it, but the blonde male never thought people would want to live with him. 
He looked back, to see some of the children playing, and Toni waving at him, holding his wife close to him by her waist.  He waved back, and turned to pull back the dark purple curtain that acted as a door. Inside his face gave off a laid back, but still surprised expression when, he saw little Matt sitting on his bed, swinging his legs. His eyes perked up as he saw the man.

"You're back!" He said jumping off the bed, and hugging the man.

"Hey kiddo." Françios said smirking at the boy.

He pulled out a cookie from his pocket, and gave it to the boy.

"Eat it quick unless you want to share it with the others." He said patting the boys head, going over to his bed, to drop his shack.
"Thank you Françios." The boy said eating the cookie.
"Where did you get it?" He said his mouth full of the heavenly, sweet cookie.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." The older blonde said, walking to his bed, and setting down his sack.
"I got them from someone you'll be meeting soon."
"Am I getting a mom?" The small boy asked.

Françios almost dropped the rabbits, that he was pulling out from his bag. He had taken the boy under his wing, as a son along with the boys brother for a few years now. 

The question shouldn't shock him then right? It was normal for a young boy to want a mother. Right? Could he ask the male? Granted that they had only known each other for a few months, and some couples waited about month most of the time before they got married.

(To explain why they did this dear reader is simple. People died by twenty most of the time. If they were lucky they could live to twenty five.)

"I-I'm not sure Mattieu." The blonde said,

"Can you take these to Voss for me?" The male asked, handing the three rabbits to the boy.

He shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth, and took the rabbits, walking out of the hut. 
Françios looked around his hut, the words his son said ringing inside his head.
"Am I going to have a mom?" 

God, how a little flame inside his chest leapt, he wanted to tell the boy: "Yes."
He couldn't see his Oliver loving him, that way, but he imagined it anyway. 
Holding the pink haired male, like his friend held his lover. 
How he would make the hut bigger for them, then the boys would probably want to move in.

Soon his mind, had created a little family on the side of the tree, and  he felt chills go down his body, and his face blush a fiery shade of red.