Alright I've put this off for as long as possible so HERE IT IS! The winners of the contest entries! The category's were Best Mianite Book, Best Fluffy One Shot, and Best Sexy One shot! So without further a do, here are the winning entries!
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Best Mianite Book: Trials and Tribulations by _lucy-fallen-angel_

Chapter 1: Goodbyes

"Sparklez, can you meet me at your Fortress? I need to talk to you..." Lady Ianite's sweet, clear voice spoke into my head. It was good to hear from her, but I didn't like the foreboding undertone in her message. I finished up what I was doing and slipped the engraved purple manullyn ring onto my finger. Brilliant scarlet wings burst from my shoulder blades, and I shivered, enjoying the exhilarating feeling of them gently flapping.

My angel ring always amazed me, and I could never give up flying. Lots of blood, sweat and tears went into making it, countless hours spent slaving over the scorched bricks of my forge, crafting a thin band of violet metal, engraved with an intricate design of majestic wings.
The effort was worth it. The feeling as you took your feet off the ground and flew was extraordinary.

A mixture of butterflies, excitement and anticipation filled my stomach as I stowed the Bow of Balance away in my backpack, next to Ianite's arrows. I spread my wings to their extent, and pushed off the ground, soaring metres up with each powerful flap of my wings. I levelled out and my stomach did acrobatics as I plummeted a few metres before the wind caught in my wings. I tilted myself to the right and swung myself on course to the Fortress of Fury.

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"Ianite?" I called, as my feet touched the stone brick walkway. "Are you there?" I slipped off my angel ring. A blur of heliotrope purple and turquiose intercepted me on my path inside, and flung itself into my arms. "Speriols!" Ianita called out excitedly. "Yous back!"

"Yeah baby girl, I told you I'd come back soon!"

She was so cute. She was almost a miniature copy of her mother, Ianite, with the same attitude too. She had her hair done up in a short braid, with a blue-silver silken ribbon tying it up. "Hey Ianita, did Auntie Martha do your hair?" When I had dropped her off at Matha's place it was a knotty mess, and I had so little experience with doing girls' hair that I thought it would be best to leave it. I'd be worried about hurting her by pulling too hard with the hairbrush, and the last thing I want is for my baby girl to be hurt.

If I could see myself, I'd be surprised at the fond, sleepy, and slightly dopey smile on my face. Ianita was a special child. She was part god, and naturally she was a bit different from your average four year old, but she mine to look after, and I cared about her more than my life. The others would think I'm soft if I told them how much I care about her, but to tell the truth, I think they already do, and I honestly couldn't care less.

Ianita interrupted my musings by poking me in the arm. Hard. "Speriols! Pway attenshun! I tolds you that Auntie Marfa din't do my pwetty hair, Mam did!"

"Okay sweetie, I'm sor- wait, Mam? Is Ianite still here?"

"She dowsairs."

I swiveled Ianita around to my hip and started walking. "Downstairs?"

"Yes," she said in a that's-what-I-said voice. I continued climbing downstairs, past the portal, past Guard Tom's room-
Guard Tom... I stopped. "Speriols?" Ianita asked. I was hurt by what Tom did. I understood his motives, and I respected that he wanted to find the culprit, but really? Unleashing almost a hundred of Mianite's guards on innocent people?Attempting to murder someone? Did that really make him a better person than his friend's killer? Tom Syndicate may have killed Guard Mark, but no one else had done anything but try to help. Me especially... I had given him a home! He- he was my best friend...

He wouldn't stop going after Tom, there was absolutely no reasoning with him. M'lady Ianite had to force him into a jail cell before he'd stop to talk. Ianite... Right... She'll be wondering what hapened to me. I felt something cold and jelly-like press up against my leg and I looked down to see Jerry, my old friend, looking up at me. A small smile broke out on my face. Why was I dwelling on the past, when I had a future ahead of me? A future with Jerry, Ianita, Ianite, a future where Mianite was true to his word, a future that is safe.

That sounds like a load of bull even to me, but I'm working towards a safe future for at least the ones close to me, free from ANY god or human's tyranny

I popped Ianita down next to Jerry and asked her, "Hey honey, do you want to wait here and play with Jerry for a bit? I'm just going to go talk to mummy for a bit."

"Jewwy! I wanna pway!" That phrase alone would usually have made me laugh at how sweet it was, if it wasn't for how suddenly overcome with worry I was. Why would Ianite call me here? Was something wrong? I don't think I could handle it if I lost Ianite. I was only just coping with the loss of Capsize, my amazing girlfriend... no, no, I berated myself, don't think about it.
Nothing to it but to go find out.
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Her back was to me, her iris-coloured hair spilling down her back like a waterfall. She sat at the side of my newly built pool, dangling her slender legs in the crystal clear water.
"Ianite?" I called softly, not wanting to disturb her serenity, but needing to find out if something was wrong. "You called?" She spun around and stood up. In a few brisk strides she was standing in front of me. "I'm leaving..." she blurted, tears glistening in her violet-hued eyes.

What?! No! I had only just got her back! Ianite threw her arms around me, and mumbled into my shoulder, "I'm sorry. I have to go back to the End." My heart clenched. Why? Why does this always happen to me? Andor left, Capsize is gone, hell, even Jerry left me! Andor was my first friend in this unfamiliar, hostile world, and sometimes I wish the Void had killed us all, then I could be with Capsize, instead of stuck in this messed up version of our home world, with tyrannical kings, insane Ianites and crazy facilities that tortured people.

I am always left behind, always forgotten! And now Ianite was leaving too! I'm sure she has perfectly good reasons, but all I could think about was how everything I loved either left or died.

I was almost too busy wallowing in self-pity that I almost didn't hear Ianite say something. "I've been feeling weaker lately. More... mortal... I've needed food and sleep, all the things that non-gods need. You remember the blueberry pie you gave me..." A small smile spread across her face, before her brow darkened. "I'm not sure what's happening. I've looked through all the texts here, and none of them have any information on this type of thing happening. I feel drained and I'm nearly always tired. And there's always this dark presence sort of hovering at the back of my consciousness. I feel like every time I get weaker, it gets bigger... I don't know what to do. I'm scared, Sparklez..." she said in a small voice. "I'm going to look through the archives in the End to see if there's anything. Just being back in my domain should help me feel better, hopefully. I'm sorry I have to leave. I realise you miss Andor and your girlfriend, Kate. I know how it feels. I miss Spark..." I looked up from my feet into her eyes and saw genuine longing and sadness, as well as fear for her own and Spark's safety. I wasn't so frustrated at her anymore, but when your own god abandons you, what can you do?

"I wish there was another way." Ianite concentrated for a moment, then smiled. "If you look upstairs I've left you something."
"My lady, you don't need to do that. Shouldn't you be preserving your energy? You said you were feeling weaker." All of my anger went out the window. Even the small effort of giving me a present had left her pale, and a thin sheen of sweat coated her forehead. If this was what happened, then she should definitely go find out what's going on, and try to get better. She laughed weakly. "Yeah, but I'm leaving. Its the least I could do." I couldn't argue with that. "Goodbye, Sparklez."

Then she vanished. There were no fireworks, or spectacular effects, just a simple whoosh as the air around where she had been moved into the empty space. It took all my self-control not to curl up in a ball and sob as a feeling of total cold overtook me. It felt like I had a hole in me, and when I put my hand up to my heart, I was a little surprised to feel that I was intact. It was like Lady Ianite had been a warm fireplace, heating me up, and now she was gone.

I took a deep, shuddering breath and walked over to the stairs. Leaning heavily on the rosewood banister, I started the ascent up the stairs. By the time I had reached the top, I had regained my composure, but I nearly lost it when I thought about her and Ianita's room. Had she left her furniture behind? Or was it all gone, as if she and Ianita had never lived here at all? I didn't know what would be worse.

Of course she had left it. Why would she take material possessions with her, when they can be created so easily? Confusion hit. Actually, why didn't she take her furniture? If her efforts at giving me a present made her so tired and weak, how would she be able to get all the necessities? I know her house in the End had some furniture, because I had helped renovate it, but there wasn't enough for her and Ianita... Oh no she didn't!

My eyes settled on a small figure bundled up in a purple and gold embroidered quilt. She did not leave Ianita here! What kind of parent left their child behind? Rage filled me, pushing my confusion out of my head. It makes sense now. She didn't take her furniture because there was only going to be one person living there!

What was I going to tell poor baby Ianita when she woke up and asked where Mam was? I understand Ianite needs to figure what's going on, and I was worried there might be something sinister going on, but seriously? It was all well and good to leave me, I was a grown man, and I could take care of myself. But Ianita? She was four for all the gods' sake!

Ianite was correct in assuming I would look after her, but she could have said goodbye to her daughter! Speaking of daughters, I should go check up on Martha, and see how she is coping. I'm sure she would be hit harder by Ianite's absence than I would.

I took a few deep breaths to try calm myself down. Once my thoughts were clearer, I realised that the End probably wasn't a good place for children. Also, Ianite would be away searching through the archives, so Ianita wouldn't have much to do, and she would probably get bored. Having Ianita around would be good for me, too, because caring for her would stop me from sulking too much.

After checking to make sure Ianita was still sound asleep, I slipped out into the crisp evening air.
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Best Sexy One Shot: Starlirious

Jordan will ride his cóck for hours and Tom has to take it. Jordan will tie him to the bed frame and straddle his thighs and Tom can't say a thing, not with the gag in his mouth.
And it's strange how they get into these situations, where Jordan's in complete control and Tom's decided on a safety word or signal. This time he has to snap three times and everything will stop, no questions asked.
"You're mine and I want to see you fúcked out and begging, but I don't want to hear it. I want to see it, feel it." Jordan whispers into Tom's ear.
Jordan has a thing for sensory deprivation. Jordan likes knowing that Tom can't see or hear. He puts a blindfold on him so that everything comes as a surprise, even though Jordan rarely does anything outlandish. Usually, it's simply an hour of teasing then a rough fuck.
Jordan wraps his mouth around Tom's cóck head and then he starts to suck and lick and fúck, there's a little bit of teeth because it's Jordan and Jordan's a fucking sadist sometimes.
Jordan takes his whole cóck down right to the back of his throat like the cóck slut he is and comes back up, long and slow, the drag of his tongue latching away at him.
At the moment, Tom's world is literally Jordan's tongue, the bed and his raging hard on. Nothing else exists right now and well, that's just what he gets off on.
But, when Jordan's focusing on the head of his cóck, playing with the slit and Tom lets go and braces for his orgasm, it doesn't come.
He doesn't come.
Tom should have known. And he doesn't even have enough time to mourn the loss of his freedom to orgasm because Jordan's cóck in now in his mouth and Tom's needs to focus on breathing.
Tom feels the grip of Jordan's fingers in his hair, holding him and guiding his cóck deep into Tom's throat. The hand movements are calm and almost reassuring, as if to say,
When it appears that Jordan is finally satisfied with his boyfriend's mouth, he turns around, straddle Tom's head and guide his cóck back into opening of the gag, except this time, upside down. In this sixty-nine position, Jordan can adequately lube up Tom while receiving good cock warming. He likes Tom's mouth on him.
He can hear Tom's gagging on him when his cóck goes too deep but it's okay. He trusts him, it's okay.
Tom's dick is swollen red, covered in lube, threatening to explode, except for the pesky cóck ring.
Tom actually starts to get anxious now because Jordan's not on top of him anymore and he's moved off the bed, at least he's sure he has. He wants to call out but of course he can't. He needs to feel his presence and it's getting to be too much this waiting, this teasing.
So he snaps once.
Then again.
Jordan removes the gag and kisses him deeply. Trying to say 'it's okay'.
Tom drops his fingers and smiles so that Jordan knows it's okay to continue. Jordan replaces the gag back behind Tom's teeth and they're ready to go. Pretty soon, Jordan's on top of him, straddling his thighs and Tom's cóck rubs up against the crease of his ass, the space warm and familiar.
Jordan guides him in, the tip pushing through the tight wet entrance and they stay like that. Sometimes he really hates Jordan.
But then just when Tom's ready to call this whole thing off and fuck Jordan into the mattress, Jordan shifts on him and there's a slow, heavy force pushing down on Tom's cóck. He's being engulfed in the heat of Jordan's body, the tightness of his walls and the sheer friction of having Jordan on top of him. Jordan takes his time sinking down until he bottoms out which Tom is certain of just from experience. Jordan's always been proud of his ability to take all of Tom, all at once so he does it every single time they fuck. Just makes sure that Tom is deep inside, nestled in the heat and attached to him in the most intimate way.
The fact that he is still, in fact, deep inside the other man and wants to fúcking shoot his load three times over.
Fúck him. Fúck Jordan. Well, that's what he's trying to do.
Jordan clenches and moves upward, allowing Tom's cóck to slide out of him just so that the rim is stretched around his tip.
Jordan pushes himself down onto his cock and pretty much just fucks himself on it, gripping Tom's shoulders and taking it, all of it, all at once.
Jordan starts to properly fuck himself. He gains leverage by holding onto Tom with one hand while he gets himself off with the other.
Tom feels the constant clenching and the bed moving. He feels Jordan's heavy breathing and feels his boyfriend's hot tight amazing ass surround him in heat and he wants to come.
He starts begging. His thighs quiver and he bucking up into Jordan's writhing body. Tom moaning and making noises that sound close to gagging and mewls. It's probably weird how much Jordan gets off on it.
The ear plugs are suddenly gone and Jordan's breathing out. "I love your cóck. Fúck. Tom, do you feel that? Can you feel how good you make me feel? It's so deep, baby. How are you this big and so good for me? Hmm? Fúck, I'm going to come, okay? And then I'm going to leave you like this so that you're ready when I need you."
Tom lets out a long deep moan as Jordan does the same, spraying Tom's torso with the white sticky mess.
He lays in it, resting his head on Tom's chest and allowing Tom's dick to slip out of him.
"That was so good, made me all sleepy. I'm going to take a nap and maybe when I wake up, I'll want another ride. How does that sound?"
Tom wants to kill him.
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Best Fluffy One Shot: First Winner is The Changed by rich_by_name

​The Changed- SyndiSparklez OneShot
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​"Jordan! Get your ass over here!" His voice rang through my communicator. What the hell does he want now? I literally just got back to the Towers after helping him.
​"Tom? Why-"
​"It's Tucker! He's gone insane man! He's-!"
​He went quiet, but I could still here his jagged breath. A voice yelled in the background, "I sick and tired of your shit, Tom! Get your ass out here and face me! You little bitch!"
​Oh. Well then. Looks like I'm heading back to Tom's.

​Using my ring, I jumped into the air and soared as quickly as I could. From what I heard, Tom pushed the limit and Tucker was done. I know how annoying his little pranks were. He burnt down Jerrie's tree, for Ianite's sake.
​
​One the way, I could hear Tom and Tucker's yells and screams; nearly from town. It was terrible. It sounded like they were murdering each other. But that meant nothing to me, once all of a sudden, it all stopped.
​ There were no sounds; at all. I couldn't hear Tucker or Tom yelling anymore. It sounded like what space would sound like. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And that was more terrifying than the screams.

​My mind raced; analyzing all the different possibilities. One of them was, "Wow. The Deviser has really rubbed off on me."
​But seriously, different scenarios ran through my mind. A certain one in particular stood out.
​They were in the middle of fighting each other. One pulled a weapon and killed the other. The last remaining stood in shock. That last remaining man was Tom.

​No. Tom wouldn't have done that. He wouldn't kill Tucker. He'd probably just restrain him. He was definitely strong enough to; he was ripped as hell. Those muscles could do anything.
​Wait. Why am I thinking about his muscles?! They might be dead and that random thing just pops into my head. What a friend I am, eh?
​
​Not a minute after everything went silent, I reached Tom's little island-thing.
​The silver-wood trees surrounding the area were all fine. His little makeshift storage area was intact. The tree itself wasn't burning.
​
​Hesitantly, I approached the door. Each step was slower and quieter than the last. I had just started to get undressed to take a shower when Tom called, so I was only in pants. I had no shirt, no socks, nothing, and it was freezing cold out. It completely sucked, but I needed to see what was happening.
​The damp grass tickled the bottoms of my feet as I drew ever so close to the door. As soon as it was right in front of me, I reached for the scythe that normally hung at my belt.
​Gone.
​I was in such a rush to get here that I completely bypassed the thought that a weapon could come in handy.
​It's too late to turn back at this point. I just had to go in. My hand placed itself gingerly on the wooden knob, and my breaths became heavy. Oh Ianite, I can't explain to you how nervous I was. It was terrible
​"On three, Jordan..." I muttered to myself, "One...two...three..."
​I twisted my wrist and shoved the door open and the color drained from my face.
​Tucker lay in the middle of Tom's living room, but it wasn't Tucker. His old, dark blue eyes were gone. Well, one of them, at least. The other was replaced with a pure black eye. Everything was black. Like, I-went-to-get-my-pupil-dilated-but-everything-went-wrong black.
​He was lying on the floor on his side, half glaring half looking at Tom for help. One arm was limp on the ground next to him, a huge gash running the length of it; the other was cradling a knife in his stomach.
​Oh shit.
​Quickly, my eyes went to Tom. He was still as a tree. His eyes stared at Tucker in horror. Complete and utter horror. I have never seen a Dianitee, let alone Tom, have a look of pure terror like that.
​Tom had a large cut going from the top of his right eyebrow to the bottom of his right eye. Blood was pouring down his face and dripped from his nose to the floor.
​
​It was hard choosing between the two of them, so I went to the one that was obviously hurt the most.
​A second later, I was kneeling in front of Tucker. "Tucker?! Tucker!"
​He was staring into nothing. His eyes were blinking ever so slowly. His pure-black eye was turning back to its normal dark blue; hopefully that was a good sign. But now his blinking became slower.
​My eyes flickered down to the knife protruding from his stomach. I had to get it out. I was supposed to take it out, right?
​Hoping I was right, I grabbed the knife firmly at the hilt and tore it from Tucker's stomach. He was so out of it he didn't even make a sound; he just flinched slightly from the force.
​To stop the bleeding, I grabbed a shirt randomly lying on the couch and pushed it to his stomach. Immediately blood began staining the previously red shirt an even darker red. He started mumbling, "B-Botan...K-Kill..."

​I had to keep Tucker awake and keep pressure on the wound, but that meant I couldn't help Tom.
​Shit! I threw my communicator onto my couch before rushing out. Shit, shit, shit!
​I looked around for anything, anything that I could use to contact someone else.
​Just out of arms reach was Tom's communicator. I had to get it. Tucker could die if I didn't.
​For just a split second, I let go of Tucker and rushed for the communicator. I switched my hands and tried dialing in Dec's contact, but the blood was making it so the screen wouldn't process my print.
​Fuck!
​Outside, there was a woman's voice calling, "Tucker?! Tom?! Jordan?!... Where are you guys?!... Andor wants help in the town!"
​Oh my god! Thank Ianite! "Sonja! ...Help!
​There was a second of silence, then the pattering of footsteps.
​She gasped as she entered the door. "Oh my god! Tucker!"
​She immediately ran to Tucker, tears streaming down her face. "What the fuck happened?!"
​"I don't know! Tom called me for help and that Tucker was crazy. Tucker was yelling at Tom, then I came here and found this!"
​She got in front of me and moved my hand out of the way. "I-I've got this."
​Oh, wait! Tom was still there! He was being so quiet, I nearly forgot!
​Quickly, I ran into the kitchen to grab a towel and rushed back to Tom.
​His eye was completely covered in blood and it continued to drip down his face. His other eye was puffy and red; tears pooled in his dark brown eye. Gently, I wiped the blood from his eye.
​Suddenly, he placed a hand on my shoulder and looked at me. It was the first I'd seen him move since I'd gotten here, so it made me jump. Quietly, he muttered, "T-Thank you, Jordan."
​I was set back again. He had actually called me by my name; not Sparklez, Sparkley-Dick...Just Jordan.
​I gulped. My heart was starting to pump and I could feel myself blush. "Uh, no problem. I had to help. I don't what I would've done with myself if I didn't."
​He let his hand drop from my shoulder, and I continued to clean the blood from his eye.

​Eventually, Dec came and helped Sonja get Tucker back to town, which left Tom and me alone.
​I made him sit down on the couch. He was being so quiet...It was driving me up a while. This wasn't Tom. This wasn't the prankster that everyone loved but hated. This Tom looked so scared; he acted so jumpy. He grabbed a hold of my arm and squeezed when a bird flew outside the window.

​For the rest of the day, I continued to watch over him to make sure he'd be alright. I fed him lunch, changed the bandage on his eye every hour or so.

​The sky was starting to turn dark and stars began to appear. There was something at the back of my mind that I needed to do, but I just couldn't think of it...
​"Ianita."
​Tom turned his head from the TV and looked at me. He wasn't talking. It was worrying me.
​"Ianita, Tom. I need to go back home and tuck her in. She's probably scared."
​As I started to get up he grabbed onto my hand. His eyes were pleading. "Tom...I really need to check on her."
​He stood up and hugged me, burying his head into my neck.
​I could feel myself blush as I felt his soft breath against my neck. "You know what? Why don't you come back with me?"
​His head shot up quickly and his eyes gleamed with joy. But then they turned sad. He motioned to the ring on my finger that allowed me to fly. "You lost yours?"
​He nodded and sighed. Slowly, he began to sit back down when a thought came to me. "I...I could carry you?"
​His eyebrows raised in surprise. I rolled my eyes. "Tom; I'm not weak. I can carry you. And besides, it's not like I'm walking you over all those hills. We're flying; way easier. Just...I don't know how to carry you..."
​Hesitating, he wrapped his arms around my neck and jumped up. Out of instinct, I caught his legs. He was way lighter than I thought he'd be.
​So, now I was basically cradling him like someone would cradle a child. It was kind of adorable.
​"You really want me to carry you like this?"
​He nodded. "Alright. Let's go, then."
​
​The night was clear, but extremely cold. I had enough talent to forget that the only thing I was wearing was a pair of pants. Thankfully, Tom was really warm, so his body against mine kept hypothermia from reaching me.
​Half way through the trip, Tom fell asleep. All throughout today, Tom had...changed. His rambunctious, prankster-self turned to quiet, jumpy, and scared. But, in his sleep, he was always the same.
​I remember one night where I had to stay at Tom's while my Towers were still being built. In the middle of the night, something woke up, and I couldn't go back to sleep. So I just sat in my bed awake.
​Tom was in the bed next to me. He was kind of the only thing in the room worth looking at, so...I just studied him.
​His face was so calm. He didn't have the same, malevolent smirk as he did when he was awake. His eyes were soft and weren't looking for a way to jump you from behind as when they were open. Even his body seemed calmer.
​He was the same now. His eyes were soft and his fast at ease. At least something stayed the same.
​I really wanted to do something, but I was scared to hell and back. What if he woke up and started freaking out? Oh Ianite...
​I did it anyways. Midflight, I bent my forehead, and placed my lips on his forehead.
​He moved under me, and I nearly dropped him. Hesitantly, I looked down at him. He had a smile on his face. Was he dreaming about something? Did he wake up and was laughing at me? Oh, no...
​He buried his face in my neck, and placed a kiss at the base of my jaw. "Thank you, Jordan."
~~~

Best Fluffy One Shot : Second Winner is JardonTheConfuzled

"We're almost there lad!" Capsize called back to the alcohol poisoned Sparklez, who was throwing up over the side of the yacht. Some how, Syndicate convinced Sparklez to drink a beer, and of course, Sparklez being innocent Sparklez, had never had beer before and got alcohol poisoning.

"You alright?" Capsize called back once again. She was terribly worried about the lad, he looked almost as dead as Syndicate. She peered back at him, who was weakly nodding his head as he hurled up his previous meal.

Capsize pulled into the docks of Mianite, since they had gone to a pub in Ianera to get the drinks that Tom liked to call "Fucking legendary". Capsize shook her head in frustration, they definitely weren't "fucking legendary".

Capsize tossed the anchor into the water, running back to Jordan, slinging an arm over his shoulder and escorting him off the boat. Jordan coughed up a few more chunks of food before holding his mouth shut as best he could.

"Thanks.." Jordan mumbled, his voice sore and raspy. Jordan's face was a lot more pale then usual, his Raven black hair messy and droopy on top of his head, and his glasses askew on his nose. Capsize reached over to fix them, a small smile etching on to her face as Jordan smiled his lopsided smile.

Capsize ran her delicate hand through Jordan's unruly hair, making Jordan's smile grow wider then it already was. Capsize inched closer, softly dragging her hand down the side of
his face and caressing his cheek. "I love you.." Capsize mumbled. "I love you too.." Jordan responded, leaning in for a kiss and receiving one almost immediately. Capsize didn't even mind the sickly odor radiating off his body, as long as they were together, she'd be content.
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"You are not coming with us!" Jordan screamed at his girlfriend, his usually calm attitude completely lost in his worrisome self. Capsize's eyes widened as Jordan raised his voice, He rarely did so. "Why?! Am I not strong enough? I could take ye out in one punch mate!" Capsize glared, her hands forming into fists. "No! No.. It's not that.." His voice trailing off as he looked down at his feet, his hands nervously retreating behind his back.

"What is it then?" Capsize looked to Jordan, her anger being replaced with guilt. She knew very well Jordan hated to yell and argue, but only did so if it was a truly important matter. Capsize gently grabbed his chin lifting it up so he was facing her.

"I don't want to lose you! And I know you're gonna be all like "I'm strong, I can fight, I'm trained" but I don't want you to disappear out of my life because I wasn't there when you needed me most, just like Jerry did" Jordan stated, obviously flustered. He put his head in his hands, lightly massaging his temples.

Jordan pondered on the disappearance of Jerry, remembering a figure , who seemed to be made of molten lava and stone, holding his pet. It had pressed its finger to Jerry, the poor slime being turned into a stone at its touch.

"Jordan I know ye are very protective over me, but thar was a time where I lived on me own" Capsize said, "Can you please just trust me on this here decision?"
Jordan nodded, engulfing Capsize in a huge hug, pulling her as close to himself as he possibly could.
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Jordan's body froze as he saw the the molten figure in front of him, the same one who had stolen and killed his beloved slime.

The figure crept up behind the unknowing Capsize, who was arguing with Tom about who knows what. Jordan's eyes widened with shock, his feet clumsily moving in front of him as he attempted to save capsize from the touch of the figure.

Time seemed to slow down as he ran, the figure's finger getting closer and closer to his lover's back. "CAPSIZE" Jordan screamed out lunging himself at the lady, but once he had wrapped his arms securely around her, and had pushed her to the ground away from the figure, it was to late. The tar was inching up Capsize's body, starting from her feet.

Her eyes widened immediately, full of pain, worry and sorrow. "My legs Jordan.." She whisper-yelled, "MY LEGS" she then screamed out. Jordan repeated the the word "no" over and over again, not showing a sign of a stopping. He held Capsize tighter, tears springing out from his eyes. "It hurts so much.." Capsize groaned in agony, shutting her eyes in pain as the tar began to trail up her chest.

"Shh...shhh..." Jordan said quietly, his tears falling on to Capsize's face, as he caressed her face, rubbing circles trying to calm her down. The tar was now lingering to her neck. "J-Jordan please.." She cried out, her voice hoarse, only making Jordan's heart sink.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" Jordan whispered softly, running his hands up and down her face soothingly, more and more tears streaming down his face. Capsize looked at him with loving eyes, loose tears slipping from them.

"I-I l-love y-you.." Capsize said as the tar began to encrust her mouth. A final tear spilled from her eyes, as the tar overcame the two beautiful grey orbs.
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