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|2| |Ace| Levi Ackerman x Reader

✘Ace : BloodSport ✘

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Inspiration Song : You’re gonna go far kid -The Offsprings

Even tho Annton didn’t lie when he took me to the abandoned house, he wasn’t completely honest.

Yes, it was true that the people who went to the fights as spectators placed bets on the fighters, but he failed to mention that the betters were nobles, from the high society, escorted by a few members of the Military Police and the Garrison. An enormous part of them even took their lovers along, girls way too young to be their wives, barely above 17 years old, wearing tight and colorful dresses, looking like they were about to assist to a big gala or something.

Eventually there was the middle class man in the crowd too, but The Basement was majority concurred by some of the most wealthy people inside the walls. Hypocrites that assisted with the sole purpose of satiating their thirst for depravation and violence . The basement was a place where everything was permitted, a law free zone where one could take the decency mask off, and just succumb to their most primal state of violence.

It was pretty obvious to anyone with more than two brain cells that the Basement wasn’t a proper place for a thirteen-year-old girl. The first time I stepped a foot in the dark room I almost peed my pants. Everything from my posture to my shaking hands screamed that I didn’t belong there, but the firm grip of Annton’s hand on my wrist impeded me to leave. I don’t even remember the wrestlers’s names, too focused on the stench circulating in the humid air to care about what was going on inside the circle. With thirteen years I didn’t recognize the smell, but at nineteen and with six years of experienced i was an expert pinpointing the metallic smell of blood mixed with the sweet touch of ale.

Men with expensive looking suits and their escorts filled the subterranean floor, their clothing contrasting with the dirt floors and the blackened walls because of the torches smoke, that gave what little ilummitation they could in the chamber. The spectators crowded around a white circle that was painted on the floor, elbowing one another to get to the front row, where the most sadistic hoped to get sprayed by the loser’s blood. Up and against the walls there were a few rows of bleachers, reserved to those who could afford it, they were a sign of wealth and status.

My first fight took place two weeks after Annton showed me the basement for the first time. When we were there they settled the date. One soldier from the military police had found another brat my age to face down. Apparently when two kids fought, it was a special treat, The basement hosting the double amount of people it usually would.

The last Saturday of September got earlier than expected. I had used my time to fiscally prepare, running laps and lifting heavy things I found around the house, doing sit-ups and pushups and all the exercises you could imagine. I hanged a pillowcase filled with heavy stuff to make it contendent and used it to practice my punches, trying to dodge the bag when it came back full force towards my nose. Keyword being ‘try’.

I tried to mimic the progression of hits my father had taught me in front of the mirror in the living room. My movements were sloppy, and my technic was nonexistent. There was no chance in hell I would win the fight. The fear was consuming me. If I came home with a black eye or a few teeth missing my father would notice just how fucked up i was, if I made it home after, Annton was prone to throw my sorry and beaten ass inside a prison cell as soon as i were conscious again. But the other option wasn’t good either, If I won the fight it implied beating another kid unconscious, another boy in the same predicament i was in.

An hour after my father left to the wall to keep guard i sneaked through the door, an old black cape that Mrs. Argón had given it to me a last winter draped around my shoulders, protecting me from the chilling wind. Annton had instructed me to take some spare clothes to fight with in a bag, so i packed the most basic things i had, a white tank top and some old black cotton pants that had a few holes on the lower end, so i ended up cutting them up at the knee.I also packed a pair of handwraps, the more injury’s i could avoid the better, that way it was easier to keep the fights a secret from dad.

The streets were silent and a layer of frost was forming in the windows I passed by. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have another way out. Annton was extorting me with prison time, but realistically I could run away and he would never find me, he didn’t have my address or my actual name, if I disappear it was game over.

Then why was I on my way to the lion’s den willingly? The idea of finally being able to stop begging on the streets for food was appealing. If I won I would get paid, besides for once in my life I was having the control over something, it didn’t matter that it could potentially get my nose rearranged. The fear was undeniable, it was there, lurking in the back on the back of my mind, but at thirteen years old I could be tempted by the idea of a better life.

At the end of the street, almost in front of Wall Rose I could distinguish Annton’s figure, leaning against a cart attached to two horses. The diver’s back was facing me, him not paying attention to us at all. The sound of my foots steps alerted Annton, who lifted his gaze from the ground and smiled at me.

“I thought you had backed down in the last minute.” He joked, I didn’t answer, the silence stretching between us. “Anyway, get in, it’s a long ride, the guards on the door knows about the event, so there’s no need to worry”

Without emitting a word I got in, Annton following right after. The sudden jerk of the cart because of the horses starting to run made me fall face first onto the wood planks. Heat crawled up my neck as Annton bursted out laughing. if the driver had reacted the same way, I would head dived out of the cart.

I got up and Annton grabbed me by the arm, trying to stabilize me.

“Thanks” I scoffed once I could finally sit on one of the apple crates that functioned as stools.

“You’re welcome kid” He said, looking at the narrow street we were traveling, leaving wall Rose behind.

The road seemed remotely familiar, the only other time I transited it I almost fainted from the panic, so i couldn’t recall much, a few buildings were familiar, but come on, every building was a copy of the one next to it.

The ride was lengthy, grazing the two hours of travel. Half of the time I spend it snoozing off, the constant rocking of the cart lulling me. Every now and then a rock on the wheel would shock me awake. Resigning my slumber, knowing full well I would not rest, i opted for talking to Annton. I could barely make out his face in the darkness, the moon nowhere to be found, only a few stars illuminating us.

“Annton...” I started, a grumble from him told me he was paying attention, so i continued “Who am I going against?”

Curiosity was one of my flaws. Ever since the date was settled I couldn’t stop imagining the fight.

“From what I’ve been told, you’re going against a kid from the underground city. “Annton turned to me " I think they found him fighting for food down there, the guard offered him money if he assisted the fight, and I heard there’s even the citizenship on the table.”

His words took the air out of my lungs. That kid had it ten times worse than me. A sudden wave of guilt hit me. Annton noticed my change of demeanour and he let out an exhausted sigh, rubbing his forehead.

“Why did I even opened my mouth…” The muttered words left his mouth" Listen kid, I choose you because I thought you were desperate enough, you are a decent fighter, you could handle yourself against a man almost the double of your age.” He said matter-of-factly. “If you feel even a little of remorse for that kid, he will break your nose. You two are not enemies, but he will not hesitate. He wouldn’t mind killing you if it meant he could take off from that shithole. Do you want to die? " I shook my head, stunned by his logic " Good, then you must fight. If you don’t fight you don’t win, and if you don’t win you won’t survive ¿Understood?

“What if I lose? " I asked, my voice low, almost imperceptible. Everything had been an awful idea. The whole “doing something for myself and taking the reins of my life” thing was going south.

“It all depends on how you loose. If it’s for you not trying, then I’ll find out the coward you really are and I’ll throw you in a cell to rot myself.” The harshness of his words slapped me across the face. “ However, if you lose from lack of experience, you’ll do better next time, and you’ll keep fighting until you can pay you debt.”

I nodded, understanding his words.

“I trust on you Ace, there’s a reason I chose you… Don’t let me down”

His words did something in my interior. Maybe it was because it was the first time someone had said anything like that to me. No one had had faith in me before. My resolution to fight came back ten times stronger.

I could do it, I was going to give my all into this fight, no matter what.

The remaining of the trip we spend it on silence, only stopping twice to switch horses. Before I even knew we were right in front of Sina.

We both got down from the cart and he dismissed the driver, setting the meeting point for the way back. Once the sound of the hooves dissipated in the distance Annton walked up to the concrete wall. He looked up and whistled like a bird. My eyebrows went up. What an amazing dumb skill to have. Another identical whistling responded, and an elevator started to descend, I could distinguish another person on it.

Once it got to the floor, a woman got out of it and throw herself into Annton’s arms, smashing their lips together. I could feel a blush invading my face, I wasn't used to those kinds of affection, and the level of intimacy they shared made me really uncomfortable. I adverted my eyes, trying to give them some privacy.

Once they separated Annton called me over, I walked over to them and he gestured towards the girl with his arm.

“Ace this is Hale, my… Friend” I couldn’t stop my sceptic look. Friends didn’t kiss that way from my understanding. Apparently she agreed with me because she slapped the back of his head, annoyed.

“Charming as ever Ann.” Her frown dissolved into a smile when her eyes found my own. “Oh god! You’re so pretty!” Her big blue eyes shone with enthusiasm. She grabbed my hand, leading me to the wooden lift. “Try to keep your face intact tonight. Let’s go”

With a pull on my arm, she got me inside. Annton following behind and closing the door.

“So… how’s Wall Rose doing Ann” Hale Aked, her black hair slapping me in the face because of the wind. I took her in, the patch on her jacket displaying a green unicorn. Military Police.

“Meh, same as always. There’s nothing interesting” Annton placed his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. “My last two weeks consisted on waiting for Ace’s first match” The excitement on his voice sounded authentic.

“First match? Oh honey, you must be so nervous.” One of her hands patted the top of my head “Don’t worry, we won’t leave you on your own. I’ll even bet on your favor.”

That didn’t help at all.

They kept talking and I shut them off. Once we were on the top of the wall another guy received us, greeting Annton with a friendly hug. He looked me up and down.

“So… this is the renowned Ace huh?” He said with a deep voice. “She’s smaller than what I pictured. How old are you, girl?”

“I’m thirteen…” I said, Annton looking at me with a shocked expression.

“Shit Ace! Why didn’t you said anything!? You’re still a kid, i woul’ve thought twife before offering the deal.” Since when was he considerate " I thouth you were at least fifteen.”

“Dean is fifteen” Said the other guy " Though luck Ann, seems like you made a poor decision” He chuckled, palming Annton’s back.

Annton rubbed his face with his hands a few times and he sent a confident smile my way .

" As if. Ace is going to kick his ass. Right, kid?” I didn’t answer, this asshole was sending me to my doom.

“That’s Enogh Ivo. Don’t try scare her. Cant you see she’s already nervous? " Hale intervined, tying to defend me.

Ivo got down to my level. He was big, enormous, around 6’2. His hand found a place in the top of my head, petting it as if I was a dog. With him in that position I could appreciate his features. His green eyes studying me with the same intensity as I was. He couldn't be older than nineteen, his face was young, without a beard or wrinkles, only smooth and healthy looking skin.

" I’m sorry kid, I know you will be just fine” He pissed me off. He was underestimating me, and with a reason, but still, it was annoying.

I slapped his hand away.

“Thanks.” I said dryly. Annton and Hale laughing at Ivo’s flabbergasted expression.

“Huh… she’s got an attitude, I like it. She’s definitely going to be okay.” He said, getting up. He turned to the couple. “I wouldn’t be too worried about her.”

The four of us descended to the other side of the wall. I limited myself to observing them. Anyone could see they got along just fine, as they were comfortable with each other, joking around and pushing one another. A longing feeling made its way into my chest. I never had the chance to make friends, with my father often away and my constant begging on the street’s there wasn’t much time left to socialize.

Hale turned my way and smiled at me. Almost on instinct I smiled back, and hers grew bigger. She was young too, around the same age as Ivo. The doubt on how these three soldiers ended up on the illegal world of The Basement was eating me away, but i tried to ignore it.

As I was walking down the streets of the wealthy town I realize just how much of an outcast I was. The children with lucky enogh to have been born inside wall Sina would never have to go through what I had. The exasperating need, and the dependence on other people’s goodwill to survive.

Annton was guiding the group, leading the way in the dark as if he knew it like the back of his hand. We made it to the entrance of a tunnel and without missing a beat he got in, descending the steps.

A long and dark hallway stretched out in front of us, seemingly going on forever. We made our way in silence, the only sound was the tapping of our footsteps on the stone floor.

“This tunnel connects with the ones leading to the underground city. “ Hale’s voice broke the quiet " The basement is right in the middle. You’ll know when we get there” Her hand found my shoulder in the dark and she squeezed it, comforting me.

Hale was right. After fifteen minutes i could hear the commotion. Lug voices and laughs, people stomping their feet in sync, almost like a heartbeat.

“Seems like they already started” Said Annton, quickening his pace.

“Come on Honey, you need to get ready. We better hurry” Hale took my hand and made me follow her lead, mi shorter legs trying to keep up.

I could see a few feet away the light of a torch slicing through the darkness. As we got closer, the fuss grew louder.

Once we got there I noticed a hole in the wall, almost as if someone knocked the tunnel wall with a hammer. Next to the jagged edges of the entrance there were two metal rings that supported the torches.

Annton got inside, with Ivo following behind him with a spring in his steps.

I hesitated for a moment. Hale clenched my hand, giving me a little of security.

“Be careful, there’s a step.” She said, smiling at me.” Don’t worry Ace, I’ll be right behind you.”

I took a deep breath in and I felt around with my foot until I found the step she mentioned. A few steps in and a heavy curtain stopped me in my tracks, the deep red colour out of tune with the gray of the walls. A man was in front of it.

“Hey Mick” Greeted Hale

He nodded in acknowledgement.

“Who’s the brat?” He asked, a thick finger pointing at me. “Spectator or Youngblood?”

“This is Ace.” She said. It only took my fake name for him to let us trough, stepping away from the opening on the curtains. I looked perplexed at her and she just winked an eye at me. I thanked the wardrobe of a man, and he nodded once again. A man of few words it seemed. " The perks of being a competitor”

“How did he knew my name?” It was the first time I saw the man. The first time i assisted we entered trough another set of tunnels on the other side of the city, the ones the nobles used.

“Annton putted you on the list, the guards memorize the names to make sure no one who shouldnt be here get’s in, otherwise the business could be ruined.” Hale had to raise her voice above the cheering of the swarm of nobles.

The place was packed, everyone crowded around the circle where two girls were sparring. A knot formed in my stomach with only watching them, and I tear my gaze from them quickly. Swallowing was hard, the nerves getting the best of me. Hale noticed my anxiety, and taking my hand she dragged me to a less transited area.

“Let’s go to the backrooms so you can get ready. Okay?” She didn’t wait for my anser and she dragged me straight to the opposite end of the place.

The backrooms where only a few small compartments with the same heavy fabric as the entrance separating them from the rest of The Basement. I touched the curtains with the tip of my finger, and my eyes opened like saucers. It was velvet. Someone had to sell their kidneys to afford them. Velvet was expensive as hell, a luxury only a few could pay for.

Throwing my embarrassment out of the window, I took the fabric to my face, petting my cheek with the soft material. It was almost like touching a cloud. My pillow back at home seemed filled with nails in comparison.

Hale noticed my amazement and giggled.

“Those were donated by Lord Reiss. He comes around quite often” She said ”You better get changed, there are only two fights left before yours, and for what I could tell, this one is about to end.” As soon as the word left her lips, the sound of a gong filled the air, which I supposed it meant the end of the match.

Once I was in my comfortable clothes, I took the handwraps and tried to wrap my joints, but they came undone each time I tried. The injuries on my knuckles had healed, a fresh layer of slightly pink skin covering them. The scars would stay there for sure, but oh well, what could you do?

When she saw me struggling with the wraps Hale took them from my hands and proceeded to do it herself. Her fingers worked expertly on my hands, tightening the fabric just the right amount, trying not to constrict the blood flow too much. When she finished with both of my hands, she gave me a friendly squeeze.

“Your hands are freezing.” Hale stated, rubbing my fingers i between her hands, trying to warm them up. “It must be the nerves”

I nodded.

“You know you can talk to me if you want to, right?” Her eyes were gentle.

“Yes, it’s just that I’m a little anxious, I don’t want Annton to regret his decision” I expressed my fear out loud for the first time. Hale’s grip on my hands tightened up.

“I know it seems like Annton is only getting advantage from you. But ever since he found you he wouldn’t shut up about how excited he was for your fight“ She said. “I don’t want you to think I’m only defending him because we’re together. But Annton knows what is like to live on the streets, and when he saw you I think you reminded him of his past. It’s not my story to tell, but by bringing you here he is, on his own twisted way, trying to help you. If you win you get paid, and that’s better than not knowing when you’re going to eat tomorrow or not.”

Shit. So Annton wasn’t only interested in the money. A new flame of determination ignited in my chest. I was not only going to win for myself, i would do it for Annton and his younger self too. I didn’t understand how a young and beautiful girl could be interested in someone much older than her.

“Come here, let me braid your hair, if it’s loose like that someone could grab it, and trust me, it’s not a nice feeling.” Her hands digged into my hair, braiding it with an amazing level of skill.

I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer.

“Hale, How old are you guys?… Isn’t Annton a little too old,” I asked. “Not like there’s anything wrong with that… it’s just that i found it a little odd… not that it’s odd.” I was just rambling, too embarrassed to think straight.

She bursted out laughing. The shame intensified.

“You’re funny, Ace.” She said, finishing the braid, letting it fall over my shoulder, a simple ribbon holding it together. The intricate pattern that she twisted the hairlocks in brought a smile to my lips.

I had never learnt how to braid my hair. With a decease mother and living with a grown up man who barely knew how to wash his own socks I never had the chance to.

I turned to face her, and she had moved to the wall, leaning against it, watching me, amused from my previous nonsense.

“Annton is twenty-one” My eyes opened with surprise, damn he was rough on the edges. Hale laughed at my expression. “I know what you’re thinking, but try not to mention it, he’s sensitive about his looks. Ivo and I both are twenty years old. The three of us had been together since we joined the military, and we’re as close as we were back then.” I nodded in understanding.

Hale opened her mouth, about to sai something only to be interrupted by the gong.

The fear rushed through my body, chilling my core. It was my turn, the time had come. I was supposed to go out there and beat some other kid, and I thought I was ready, but my feet were nailed to the ground for some reason. I was unable to move.

Hale’s arm circled me.

“Hey Ace, don’t worry. Annton Ivo and I are going to be on the crowd, and if things get ugly, Hitch will stop the fight.” She shook me a little, almost like she was trying to get the anxiety out of my body, and snapped me out of my trance. “You’re going to do just fine. And if not then it’s all right, you get up and you try again. If you don’t fight, you can’t win.”

Her last sentence brought me back to my conversation with Annton in the cart, and the deep desire to make him proud gave me the strength I needed.

I felt like I could understand Annton a little better he wasn’t mean only for the sake of it, it was his way of helping me out. He was projecting his younger self on me, he wanted to be for me the person he needed so desperately and didn’t have.

With a leveling breath I stepped out of the backroom. I wasn’t sure of what i had to do, but Hale didn’t leave my side. Holding my hand, she pushed her way through the sea of bodies, until we reached the front row, almost inside the circle. In the middle of it there was a man with the Military Police uniform on.

His presence was imposing. Standing taller than Ivo, around the six foot five inches, he smiled at the roaring crows, mischief shining in his eyes. He took his hands to his face and shouted.

“Are you ready!?” The response from the mob was deafening.

Shoulders collided with mine, making me lose my balance. My eyes searched the rows of heads. Right in front of us Ivo and Annton were making their way trough, pushing and insulting the guards that tried to resist them. Once his eyes found us, Annton Smiles at me and nodded one time, Ivo on the other hand screamed my name at the top of his lungs, clapping along.

A chuckle slipped trough my lips. For once in my life I had someone cheering for me, instead of pitying me. A warm feeling made its way through my chest. I was not about to spoil the start of something good.

The guard on the circle opened his mouth once more

“I said… Are you ready!?” This time my cheers joined the rest, my hands up in the air.

The warm laugh of Hale resonated by my side, and my eyes were on the other two dorks, my smile widening when I saw them laugh too.

“Tonight we have a little treat for all of you.” The crowd went wild again, and Hitch tried to calm them down with a finger on his lips, his other hand signaling them to quiet down.” I know, I know. You must be wondering Hitch? What are you talking about? " The smile on his voice was obvious " We have two youngbloods in here tonight, and they’re going to fight for the first time in The Basement” If I thought the spectators were nuts before now they reached a new level, jumping around, and pushing one another. y eyes went to the bleachers, where a few nobles were nodding their heads, leaning forward with interest.

“Is Dean anywhere around?” Hitch asked.

From the far end of the crowd a figure was coming trough as the people kept screaming. He shoved Ivo and Ann away with his hands and he got into the circle.

Dean was fifteen, but he could easily pass by as a thirteen year old. I knew about the rumors of the habitants of the underground city. Because of the lack of sunlight they didn’t grow that much, Dean was barely half an inch taller than me, his body build almost the same as mine, the only thing that told us apart was his eyes. There was no doubt on them, he had his eyes on the prize ad he was going for it.

The people chanted his name as Hitched grabbed him by the wrist and parade him around the circle. When he passed by me he winked an eye at me and he sent a crooked smile my way.

“Oh honey, I think he is underestimating you, so you better go out there and kick his butt.” Hale shook my shoulders.

A fraction of my stress dissipated with her light tone.

“Alright alright.” Hitch returned to the middle, Dean right behind him. “Is Ace in here with us tonight?”

When i heard my name i didn’t even had the chance to react, Hale’s hand shoving me forward, almost making me fall face first. I thought I heard a ‘Sorry’ from her, but I couldn’t be sure, the roaring crowd drowning her voice.

Hitch repeated the same process of circling me around, some people clapped and cheered me on, others looked at me from head to toe, their eyes screaming what their mouth didn't. They thought I was going to be crushed by Dean.

When I passed by them Ann and Ivo extended their hands, and I gave them a high-five.

Once we were done Hitch placed me in front of Dean. His green eyes analyzed me, sizing me up. The thought of how many times had he found himself in the same position, jus about to fight in the crime-ridden underground city? His black hair fell on his forehead, a few loose curls brushing his brow. I trailed down my eyes and i noticed his shirt was nowhere to be found, I tried not to let it affect me, but i couldn’t help my lingering gaze on the pale skin of his chest. Dean noticed it and he smiled brighter, a set of dimples on his face.

“You like what you see Girl?” He asked, getting inside my personal space, his voice barely above a whisper, only for me to hear. Hitched grabbed his face with a hand and pushed him away.

“Leave the teasing for later Boy” Hitched laughed “Rules are simple kids. No biting, unless you want to sweetheart” he winked “No low blows, no spitting, and leave the claws for another occasion. The fight stops when one of you can't keep up or gives up. Fists up, and clash them.” He took a few steps back.

Dean’s wrapped up hands collided with mines with a little more force than necessary. it was his way of intimidating me. And it was working.

Without another word, Hitch signaled the start of the match with a gesture of his hand.

I raised my guard up as Dean got closer to me, the nerves bubbling up in my tummy. Three blows made their way to my face, but I avoided them, messily and with no technique whatsoever, but they hadn't strike my head, so i was satisfied.

People’s screams were loud, spitting loose words like “Come on” And “Hit him” into the air.

I tried to throw a punch to Dean’s face, but he took my arm and swiped my feet from under me. My back collided with the ground and my spine reverberated from the impact. He lifted his fist and directed it to my head, trying to knock me out, but I rolled away and jumped to my feet. The crowd was roaring his name and he took a step back, spreading his arms, as saying ‘What are you waiting for?’

“Come on cutie, we don’t have all night.” he said, his guard up once again.

I din’t respond, too busy searching for an opening. With two steps he was infront of me, winging a punch to my face, i dodge it, but the moment i did his hands grabbed me by the soulders, and he brought his knee up, smashing it against my abdomen, the pain exploded. I thought he woul let me go after one punch, but he kept going. i needed to get him off of me and fast.

I resisted on last knee and when he retreated his leg to throw another i traped his elbow against his chest, linking my free arm around his other arm i twisted my hips and bended my legs, sending him to the floor with a heavy thud. Ivo’s cheer made it’s way to my ears, but i didn’t have much time to rejoice on my little victory.

My stomach was aching from the blows and i could feel a bruise forming. Dean got up and started to throw one fist after the other, all to my head. I waked back, trying to avoid them, until the hands from the spentators stopped me.

“Don’t go out of the circle, sweetheart. First warning.” Hitch’s voice sounded, but I barely registered what he said.

A fist punished my cheek and I felt the skin tearing, the warm and slow trickle of my blood going down the side of my face. It was going to hurt in the morning, but at the moment the adrenaline rush subdued the pain.

His merciless blows came fast and steady. I would like to say I dodge them all, but I would be lying.

Dean was repetitive and predictable, so taking my chance when he retracted his fist I took a step forward, going under his arms and flooring him.

Once we both were on the floor, I immobilized him with my weight and threw punches at his face. A few of them impacted, but the big majority didn’t get through, his arms covering his head. I made the mistake of letting my arms too far away from my face, and Dean shot his arm up, hitting me straight in the chin. I fell sideways, and the taste of blood was in my mouth.

Shaking my head I got up and lifted my arms, covering my bruised face, Dean rushed to me and threw a right hook, trying to hit my temple, but I blocked it with my elbow, grabbing the back of my neck. The impulse of his blow made him end up in my personal space, so I smashed my opposite elbow straight into his nose. The crunch raised the hairs on the back of my neck, and the blood started to gush out.

Screaming with pain Dean grabbed his face, and at the moment he took a step back I kicked him in the middle of his chest, sending him on his back to the floor, his head hitting hard against the floor, disorienting him. With a conviction I didn’t know I had I threw my body into his, my hips holding him still, and as if he was the same drunken bastard from the alleyway, my fists unloaded all of my weight into his face.

The whines of pain that came out of his mouth made my heart coil with guilt, but it was a fight, we both had agreed to it and he had no problem on beating me senseless. I closed my eyes and kept going, waiting for Hitch to put a stop to the fight, Dean wasn’t even defending himself anymore.

A heavy hand on my shoulder halted my movements. The gong sounded and the screaming from the crowd erupted.

Once I was on my feet Hitch grabbed my wrist and lifted my arm in signal of victory, a dull ache traveling through my limb.

The spectators got into the circle surrounding me. Congratulations and praises were said by unknown faces, the shiny jewelry on their necks blinding me slightly. Slaps on my back and shoulders were delivered my way as well as a few jars with ale. I felt lost, Hale and the others were nowhere to be found. With a shot stature I felt like I was drowning, the high from the fight retreating, causing the pulsating pain on my face and torso to surface.

Out of the blue a pair of hands grabbed me from under my arms, lifting me up in the air, and putting me down on someone’s shoulders. When I looked down, I recognized Ivo’s dark hair. From my new perspective I founded Hale and Ann out of the crowd.

With a few long strides Ivo made his way to them, leaving the exited mob behind.

Annton had an arm around Hale’s waist, and a smile on his face. Hale was the first to speak.

“Ace! You listened to me and kicked his butt!” She clapped, like a little girl high on sugar “I told you it would be fine”

“Thank you” I said, still on Ivo’s shoulders, he was not putting me down.

He patted my calf, calling my attention.

“Now let’s go get the prize!” He exclaimed, rubbing his hands together, almost tasting the money.

Before the giant i was on could turn around Annton called me.

“Hey Ace!” My eyes took in his gentle expression " Nice work you did…You’re gonna go far Kid”

I smiled at him, grateful. Ivo turned around, taking me to the women who recollected the bets.

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All My Heart To You: Bobby x Reader

Summary: your life with Bobby 6 months after you two left the show as winners.

Word Count: 3,272

Warnings: none :)

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Even though your time on love island ended almost six months ago, you would sometimes wake up and expect to find your fellow islanders surrounding you.

This morning was one of those mornings. You wouldn't bolt upright, gasp, or even say a word. But on those particular mornings, Bobby was able to tell what you had dreamt about.

Your eyes fluttered open, immediately scanning the bedside alarm clock that flashed 8:00am. You let out an exasperated sigh. It was the weekend, yet you were still unable to catch up on your sleep. Your life had been an insane whirlwind of excitement. And because if that, not just your mind, but your body refused to slow back down.

Groaning, you rolled over and almost elbowed the love of your life in the face. Bobby's firm and muscular chest was a surprise. When you woke up in the mornings, you were usually alone. He was the earliest of risers. He was usually out of bed and hours into his shifts at work before you were able to function.

"Babe?" You questioned, shocked to find him still in bed with you.

"Yeah?" Bobby asked, sleepily. His eyes were heavy, yet a smile spread across his face. Your boyfriend reached for you before you could continue with your question, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest. "I felt like sleeping in today." He nuzzled the back of your neck, leaving a soft kiss under your ear. From the months he'd known you, he learned it was your favorite spot to tease.

Your soft, delicate fingers interlocked perfectly with his own. If you were honest, you could lay with him like that forever. You found your other half, the man of your dreams. Ever since you had met him, your life had been pure bliss. Bobby truly brought out the best in you. And what was most rewarding was that you could tell you were doing the same for him.

"I'm going to give you a proper good morning wish, my love." He whispered. "You had the dream again, didn't ya?"

You rolled your eyes even if he couldn't see your face. "How did you know?"

He kissed your favorite spot again. "I just know."

Sometimes, you do just know. There's no way to explain the bliss that follows when you meet your soulmate; it is only an experience you need to live through. You and Bobby had been together for almost a year at this point, and you hadn't fought once. Only if you count the rare bickering that was endured when you slightly disagreed with each other's decisions. But that was normal, it was healthy. To anyone who knew you and Bobby's relationship, identified the two of you as the strongest coupled they had known.

From all the attention, also came the money. Yet you were still attending school and announced to the world that you had paid off all your loans and donated the rest of your earnings to charity. Bobby's half paid off 4 years rent, and the rest went into a savings account to help kick-start his dream of owning his own bakery.

A life off-camera was mystical. It was peaceful. You literally had the rest of your life finally in your grasp. One more semester of college and you were going to be the strong and independent woman so many people, including Bobby, knew you were meant to be.

Laying comfortably next to him in your shared apartment, made your thoughts drift to the night he formally asked you to be his girlfriend. You also thought about the night he asked you to move in with him, and the night the two of you first slept next to each other. Every emotion you displayed on the screen was genuine. Everything you had spoken through that microphone was spoken with good intentions.

That's why Bobby fell in love with you. Because like him, you wore your heart on your sleeve. He was just selfish enough to take it for himself. And instead of abusing your love and kindness like others in the past had, he nurtured it.

You felt his hands comb through your hair, almost bringing you out of your reflecting thoughts. But the motions shot you further back into the past, and you remembered how desperately you cuddled up to him the night it was revealed you had made it into the finale. You had slept without him for almost two weeks and tried to hide your jealousy as best as you could when you were sent to Casa Amor. Every time you laid your head down, you thought of him. Carl was unfortunate enough to catch your eye, but not in the way Bobby had.

It was only a distraction. It was only part of the game.

Your infatuation with Bobby had almost been your downfall. There was no way you could pretend to be in love with someone else, even for the sake of the show. You were known for being spirited and tenacious, but when it came to Bobby, your fortifications crumbled to dust.

Though every guy in the villa was kind enough to tell you how they felt, none of them gave you the butterflies Bobby did. Just his touch was enough.

It was what you craved when you shared a bed with Carl, and then Henrik. You pied them off before they even had the chance.

It pained you to have to admit it, especially to the men who tried to turn your head. You tried to make your emotions towards Bobby bright as day, yet on a television show, things became complicated way too fast.

Knowing he had to watch you sleep next to Henrik, was enough to make you assume he had possibly moved on. That week was the hardest for you, yet in the end, it made your relationship with him all the more strong.

You remember watching yourself cry in yours and Bobby's recap when he asked you if you still wanted to be with him. Before you had put up a front, you had portrayed yourself to be one of the guys, someone who was solely focused on the group's well-being before your own.

But Bobby made his vulnerability clear for only a moment, and that was enough to make you sob in front of millions.

"Yes!" You admitted a little too hastily. You covered your mouth in embarrassment, eyes flickering away so you didn't have to glimpse his surprise.

"Why are you looking away?" He asked, eyebrows raised in question. He took your shaking hands in his, squeezing them gently.

"I... I don't know. I thought it was obvious." A sheepish smile appeared on your face. You squeezed his hands reassuringly. "The last thing a bird like me wants to do is come on too strong."

"You aren't!" The Scottish man breathed a sigh of relief, pulling you into his chest. Anyone could see that the two of you were made for each other. Even your heights were perfectly matched. Bobby was exactly one head taller than you, tall enough to rest his chin on the top of your head comfortably. "Nothing makes sense when it comes to you, yet it does at the same time. I've never been so worked up about anything in my life."

Tilting your head up, you got a better look at him. "I honest to God thought I had lost you."

"Never." He held your face lovingly in his large, calloused hands. "I just wanted to give you space. I wanted you to be sure because you deserve everything." His gaze seemed to unfocus for a moment like he was reflecting on something more profound.

Tears slowly rolled down your cheeks, but barely made an inch until Bobby's thumbs wiped them away.

"Why are you crying?" He chuckled. "You have nothing to be upset about."

Your nerves were still present at his heartwarming confession, one that remained convicting till no end. "You were the only man on my mind, even though I tried."

The scene transitioned into you talking with Priya, your closest friend in the villa, until she was voted to go home. The two of you were incredibly different, yet made an interesting match when it came to giving each other advice.

"My feelings for Bobby..." You started, pausing to take a drag of your cigarette. If a viewer had looked close enough, they would have noticed that your eyes were bloodshot. "They scare me."

Priya set her arm around your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. "What do you mean, babe?" She ashed her own cigarette, before leaning back against you.

"Everything here is so uncertain... I'm so scared to admit that I see a future with him outside of this place. I don't want to make myself outta fool on live television."

Priya laughed almost too loudly at your confirmation. "While that is entirely valid, you have nothing to worry about. What you have with Bobby is real, and I think everyone can see that."

Standing on stage in a full-length ball gown, hair professionally done, with millions of people watching-- was still not enough to make you waver when it came to explaining your feelings for Bobby. Even when you were forced to watch others discussing your relationship.

The entire time though, tears threatened to flow. Especially hearing how genuine his compliments sounded, to you, and to others. The recap had portrayed a love-sick Bobby, continually asking the other islanders about what you had been doing, and if you still felt the same.

It broke your heart to see how lonesome he looked when all the girls switched villas. Even the other boys noticed, trying to encourage him to engage in conversation. But it was obvious. Everyone could see it in his eyes. Which was a sharp contrast from his usual, bubbly, and out-going personality.

The scene switched to Gary and Noah in the kitchen cooking dinner for the newcomers. They seemed plenty excited until the topic of Bobby's demeanor came up.

"He's in love," Noah said flatly. "I've had that feeling before. And he's definitely afraid that Y/N will come back with another man. I am with Hope."

"Maybe a little too afraid." Ibrahim piped up from across the bar. "At least you're acting like yourself. I really don't like this side of Bobby, it's making me depressed."

"That's why I'm saying he should try grafting on the gals," Gary added, shaking his head. "That's the point of the game."

"No," Noah frowned, cracking an egg on the skillet beside him. "the point of the game is to fall in love, and he clearly has."

"Let's just hope and pray that Y/N comes back single and untouched. We'll figure out what to do then." Ibrahim shrugged.

"I doubt she'll come back with another lad. She's never flirted with any of us from the start." Gary chuckled, glancing over to where Bobby was sunbathing by himself. "Shes as loyal as they come."

That made both of you smile. You stepped closer to Bobby, fingers intertwining as the scene changed once again.

"I didn't realize how much I cared for you until I lost you," Bobby whispered next to you under the covers. "I couldn't stand to see you with another guy."

"You had a good way of hiding it." You teased, knowing he meant every word coming out of his mouth. That was the thing about Bobby. He never lied.

"That's because I'm supposed to be the cool guy. The one who's always making everyone laugh."

You giggled, burying your face even deeper into the crook of his neck, causing the microphone to become muffled. "Whether or not I'm coupled up with you in this game show, my heart is yours." You promised and fulfilled every single one until the two of you went home with $50,000 cash in hand.

Your favorite recap that was broadcasted to millions of people around the world was the moment Bobby confessed his love for you. He knew it was early, he knew it might be rash, but he said it. And for that, he was more courageous than any of the other contestants. He showed his vulnerability, and you responded with yours in return.

"I knew you were meant to be mine from the moment I walked into that villa." You exclaimed with tears in your eyes, trying to ignore the cameras that surrounded you. "And I don't think you realized how hard I tried to ignore it. But I knew."

Though the sun was near to setting, and there was barely any lighting, tears were still visibly glistening in your eyes. "That's nonsense." Bobby laughed lightly, cupping your face in his hands. "I kept telling myself you were too good for me... and I honestly still think you are. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, the sweetest, caring... any adjective I can think of." He wiped a stray tear from his cheek, trying his best to hide it from the camera. "At this point, I can't imagine you not in my life. I sound like such a melt but, Y/N... I have fallen head over heels in love with you."

"Wow." Caroline Flack smiled brightly into the cameras as your couple's recap faded into black. "Bobby and Y/N have given me hope that everyone has someone out there for them." You stood next to her, grinning sheepishly, trying to keep your cheeks from becoming too red. You remember internally freaking out about having to watch yourself on camera, time in the villa had grown to feel like real life. The idea of your every waking moment being filmed had slipped your mind. Especially the private ones you shared with Bobby, it was so hard to figure out what needed to stay hidden and what could be shared. That was what you struggled with most in the villa, but logic soon sided with you when everyone realized secrets were never secrets for long on Love Island.

"You lot are such melts." Caroline teased, handing both of you envelopes.

An explanation of what happened next is not needed. The two of you were far too anxious to spend alone time outside the villa that money had come in at a far second.

One look into his eyes and all your nerves vanished. One look into your eyes, and you knew he was never going to leave you. Everything else became mere background noise.

That was another thing about soulmates, the time spent together was never too fast. When you clicked in that special way, you clicked for life. You are still unable to form a cohesive and thorough way to describe how Bobby makes you feel. You appreciated him more than anything else in your life. And you made sure to let him know that in all the ways you could.

"What are you thinkin about?" Bobby's husky morning voice whispered from beside you. You squirmed in reply, not realizing you had fallen silent for a couple of minutes.

"Ah," He continued with a cheeky tone. "I bet it was about how good the sex was last night."

"In your dreams." You rolled your eyes, followed by a solid elbow nudge to his chest.

He groaned. "Literally."

Chuckling to yourself from his excessiveness, you finally gathered the willpower to sit up and stretch your arms. A yawn filled the silence, not a second later, and you found yourself leaping out of bed.

"Coffee or tea?" You asked, throwing a robe over your shoulders. All night long you had grown accustomed to Bobby's warmth, and now it was chilly without him.

"Tea, since I don't work today. Don't wanna over do it."

You raised an eyebrow. "Work? You mean the restaurant, right?"

He snorted, rubbing his eyes furiously with both of his hands. "Yeah, my bad." Bobby paused, deciding to sit up and follow you to the kitchen. "I can't seem to remember that the loan had processed. I'm really getting my own bakery inna couple months."

Turning around, you left him to get dressed. A smile stayed plastered on your face all the way until you were done preparing your morning cup of tea. Words could not describe how proud you were of him for following his dreams.

Small and not as ambitious, Bobby wanted to keep his life simple and sweet. So did you. And what other way than to open a mom and pop bakery in downtown Glasgow only miles from where you attended college.

As discussed on Love Island, You had purchased an apartment with Bobby a few miles away from his parents' house in Scotland, but once the renovations were done with your new gorgeous piece of property, you were going to move in with him upstairs from the store. It was a dream come true.

Bobby entered the kitchen with a groggy expression. "I do have to stop by the shop today and see the contractor off. He assured me the flooring would be finished today."

"Finally!" You grinned. "I can't wait to see it. I can't wait to decorate."

The man you loved embraced you from behind, setting his chin in the crook of your neck as you scrubbed the remaining dishes. "I will most definitely leave that up to you."

"My mom will be stoked to help, as well." You added, sighing as his hands scratched down your sides in a sensual manner. Bobby was never shy to tell you that watching you in the kitchen was a significant turn on. In fact, every time you were in it, you prepared yourself for a load of compliments.

Knowing Bobby, though, most of them were a fistful of jokes. But mornings like these were filled with inappropriate banter and cheeky touching. Touching that never failed to set your heart on fire.

"I can't wait to meet them." He nibbled on your earlobe, almost causing you to drop the mugs you were clinging on to.

"Bobby!" You whined, balancing them as best as you could. "The tea, you bloke."

"My bad." He pecked your cheek, carefully taking the more giant mug for himself. "Thank you."

The two of you made your way back down the hallway and into the television room. Though it wasn't proper behavior, you and Bobby had made it a routine to settle onto the couch and sip a cup of tea before you started your days. The little rituals you formed with him were near and dear to your heart.

You sat cross-legged next to him and smiled, nodding to him to turn on the tv. He obeyed.

"I wonder how much longer it's going to take you to grow sick of me."

"I'm already sick of you." He said with no expression but eyed you from the corner of his eye to capture your reaction.

"Idiot." You muttered and brought the mug to your lips.

There was the briefest moment of silence, but what he said next was enough to make you spit out your piping hot tea.

"Give it a few more months, and ill be so annoyed with you that you'll have a pretty little ring on your finger."

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