#adam cole drabble

[youngbuckisms]

MJF x Adam Cole; drabble

Word count: 660

Warnings: none!

Notes: I haven’t written much in about a year, but I hope you enjoy! I cant wait to get started again and hopefully go back to taking requests and doing some non-ship stuff. Enjoy!! <3

“If you win, I’ll do that thing you like. But if I win, then you have to do that thing that I like. Sound like a deal?” Adam had proposed the idea before right outside the entrance ramp, standing next to his partner who was all dressed up and ready to put on his best show to date.

“That thing? You have yourself a deal.” Maxwell spoke just as confident as Adam, a nod of his head as he smacked his gum — which Adam always hated — and had this cocky smile that Adam wanted to smack off his face. Of course, in the most loving way possible.

But it didn’t end up that way. Adam, in fact, did not do that special thing he promised Maxwell and Maxwell didn’t do that special thing for Adam, even if it technically wasn’t apart of the deal.

No, instead, Adam would lay on the bed of their hotel room with his gaze stuck to the wall as he laid on his side. He was dejected, heart sunken and mind spinning with ‘what if’s and ‘I should have’s. But nothing changed it. He lost. He got pinned.

Maxwell wouldn’t try talking to him either. While they did hug it out at the end, after their spat, it was still tense. As much as the two of them said this match wouldn’t affect them outside of the ring, it didn’t seem to matter now.

“Hey .. ” Maxwell spoke quietly as he moved into the bed, the older man feeling the mattress dip down from the champion’s weight as an arm slipped around his bare waist.

“Hey.” Even if he didn’t mean to, Adam’s response had come out short, almost cold. It wasn’t directed at Maxwell, really, but it certainly came off as such — and Maxwell would be a liar if he said it didn’t sting a little.

“Adam .. ”

“Don’t start, Max .. please. Don’t tell me that the people still love me, don’t tell me that I still have a belt, and do not tell me I did everything I could. Just .. please.” With his voice slightly trembled, Adam felt those same emotions build up inside of him once more, just as they did in the ring when the tears began to well up in front of thousands that witnessed him lose his opportunity of a lifetime.

“You’re right .. I’m sorry. Can I .. do anything then?” Maxwell would offer, sounding rather uncertain of his own words. It was rather difficult for Maxwell to be in a relationship, to care about others and the emotions that came along with that. He had plenty of emotional battles himself during their match, ones that certainly could have cost him his title had he worried himself too long.

“No, no it’s fine. Hey, how’s your neck? Feeling any better?” Trying to direct the conversation away from himself, Adam would attempt to steer it towards Maxwell — partially because he really was worried and partially because he just didn’t want to talk about himself anymore.

“Feel better now. Seemed pretty worried for me during our match though.” The tone came out teasing, causing Adam to playfully elbow his partner behind him for bringing it up. In all honesty, Adam didn’t even know Maxwell could hear him as he called his name with worry dripping in his tone. But now, he was sure Maxwell would never let it go, much like other things he never let go.

“Just hold me while we get some sleep and shut up.”

With that actually getting a chuckle from Maxwell, he would shift to press a kiss to the eldest’s cheek, his hold on his waist a little tighter to make sure the two were close. And while they both knew they were fine now, Maxwell couldn’t help but worry for their future as a couple if they continued to work together in the ring ..

[himbos-hotline]

Kyle/Cole/Roddy (or any one or two of the three), maybe something about a rainy day?

[ drabble requests open ]

It's gonna look like mud [I'm gonna help you swim]

A look at the three of them and rain. || No ship || 733 words

Kyle:

He never minds when it rains; thick black clouds roll over headache and he glances through flickering eyelashes to stare into the fading sun. There's the pressure of change just behind his eyes and he presses the dents of his knuckles into the side of his temples, feels it pulsing and his brain rumbling like the growing thunder just above his head and when the door slams closed behind his heels, knocking into them as it slams closed. The clouds open up and he sits, snuggled under warm blankets, staring out the fogging windows. The world above him, untouchable and out of reach rolls over him and he remembers being younger, tucked tightly under handmade blankets, wondering if the smell just after it rains reaches heaven. If maybe his mother watches the clouds disappear hours later when sleep has taken over his brain and she through the gaps, she stares down at him and pictures the same little boy who she let run through puddles, rain water soaking into ankle socks. And when he wakes, body sore from falling asleep in a chair, he squints through the morning shaking rays of sun and whispers "morning mom."

Roddy:

It started raining long before he got back to the hotel, small specks of rain that collected on the front of his glasses. making his vision blur and his eyes blink harder. That was hours ago and now he stands, staring at his own reflection, mourning for someone who doesn't exist, wishing for something different. Anger flashes like lightning through his skin and it burns his fingertips as he grips the cold bathroom sink. He stares into the mirror, stares into much younger eyes and over the patterning of the rain he hears his inner child, somewhere trapped between his ribs sobbing. "Why do you keep doing this?" He asks, voice empty and he wishes that he could force emotions, or his voice would break or..something, anything. He takes a deep breath, lets it roll out with the thunder that echoes overhead. He stares into the eyes of the monster; frustration dances in his eyes and he wishes that it was someone other than his own sad eyes gazing back at him. "This is all I've ever done! All I ever will do...Cmon Roddy, you can't love a monster...you won't change, you never do!" His knuckles knock into the porcelain and he wonders why his hands come back so warm despite the chill in the air. He stares at his reflection and sighs, it grows bigger and taller around him but as his shoulders sag and he goes to switch off the light, lighting illuminating his walk back to bed, he knows that they're both scared little kids, shivering as they're caught in the rain.

Adam:

Rain is splitting across the window and it almost feels like it could shatter behind her. It shakes in the window sills and it echoes around her brain and fear bites at the corner of her brain and she almost lets it take hold. Almost. She breathes in slowly, lets her hands shake and the lump in her throat presses against her voice box, forcing her words out, shaking and scared. She's been caught in storms before; lightning dancing across the sky, thunder echoing against the very bottom of heaven and rain sharp as knives pattering against her skin and she's knocked against doors shivering and begging but the doors don't move, she stares at them with an aching loneliness. She doesn't talk about how scared she felt when they let her back in, their eyes shimmering with laughter and in the shower, she pretends that she's laughing too as the chill works its way out of her bones. She tries not to remember it now as a body stands moments away in the shower, so warm and alive that she almost feels unworthy while she sits, cuddled up under the shaking window as the storm rolls over their hotel room. It can't touch her, she's safe. She whispers it under her breath like a promise, like a prayer until there's footsteps, soft and quiet, splitting through her thoughts. "You're safe, I promise." The lips on the empty face move slowly and she nods, reaches out to take their hand and just like lightning breaking the sky, she awakens suddenly.

Empty and alone, rain pattering outside.

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"Thanks for the resub, Max. What have we got? 'Adam, you fucking asshole...'" ... "We...we're not gonna read all of that, guys. But Max, I'm sorry. Whoever that Adam guy is sounds like a real douche; you didn't deserve that. Any of it. But know the Chugs Army loves you....I love you and I'm so sorry."

This totally made my day, thank you 😭

[mjfsbaybay]

This wasn't the first time he'd felt it, a vague tingling feeling resting right between his shoulder blades, right along the column of his spine. He wasn't stupid, he had heard the hushed whispers that quickly vanished when he turned the corner, the furious looks sent his way when he's not looking.

He could put a stop to it, he supposed, but there was some part of him, buried deep down under layers of self preservation, that wanted to follow the feeling, wondering if this was the same way that the people he had betrayed before had felt. As he closed his eyes to take in a breath, their faces flashed behind his eyelids like a highlight reel of his greatest hits. Kyle, the Bucks, Max... No, he couldn't let himself think about that now, the possibility that he might have misstepped this time enough to interrupt his sleep.

Something sick twisted in his gut, and Adam popped a piece of ginger into his mouth, the slight sting on his taste buds enough to center him, to allow him to carry on toward the next day, the next plan, the next metaphorical knife...

[delilahcalicocat]

♤{Never Leave Again..}♤

{Rating: "it's so Fluffy I'm gonna die!"}

【Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Abandonment, Crying, short reunion of couple, Wrestling match injury, Blood, Kissing, Little smidge of smut before it stops.】

🚾: Around 1k

〔Pairing: Adam Cole & Rachelle White〕

《Summary: Adam Cole comes back after World's End to surprise his Girlfriend of 3 years, since he's been on the road for 4 months (I'm working on one of these with Will Ospreay) But she breaks down instead not expecting him to return until late March》

[Rachelle's POV:]

I was watching AEW replays on my TV, my apartment was a mess. I'd been hit with alot of sadness this week, I was missing my boyfriend Adam.. Roderick had come to pick him up from my apartment 4 months ago, and i had felt abandoned.. I was lying on my couch while the TV played the AEW sound, I almost fell asleep until I heard a knock at my door. I had quickly opened it to See Adam, my Boyfriend! He'd come back, without his friends too.

I hugged him and began to cry.. I couldn't control myself

"Dove... Calm down" He said

"I'm sorry, I've just been going through alot.." I sighed

"It's fine, I'll call Taven and Bennett, you go shower and I'll fix this place up." He said

"Ok." I hummed

I began to start the shower and began to shower, I had felt so much better than before.

MEANWHILE:

『Matt Taven's POV:』

Me and Mike were called over to Rachelle's Place by Adam, we've been there a couple times. But not really in a weird way, most of the time Adam just wanted to stream games with us.

But Adam needed our help this time, He got a bad injury 3 months ago and broke his Ankle, so it's still healing up. I had no problem with helping Adam, but Mike clearly did. He complained the entire drive there until Roderick Slapped his face.

We arrived at The house and walked inside, We had to Help Adam with a couple random dishes that were everywhere, I was lucky I had brought Adam that Blanket He'd gotten specifically for Rachelle, So I while I was busy with the dishes, Mike was Vacuuming the floor, and Roddy was busy scrubbing and deep cleaning the table.

<After Rachelle Gets out of the shower>

[Rachelle's POV:]

I got out of the Shower and went to my room, I grabbed one of Adam's old Tees and threw it on with a pair of shorts.

I went into the living and was shocked at what Adam accomplished with the boys, I felt so bad for Mike and Matt though, since they got cut a couple times and were now bleeding a smidge.

I sat down on the couch and Adam put on some random show, he then decided to jokingly grab my ass while everyone was looking.

"Adam!" I slapped his hand playfully

"What? They've heard us before." He smirked

"Why!" I blushed heavily "How could you?"

"What. Sometimes my match doesn't drain my adrenaline. You help." He chuckled

"They probably wish they could have you like me Dove~" Adam Whispered against my neck

I shivered in instinct.

"You two should kiss!" Mike joked

Adam Captured my lips and trapped me in a heated kiss

"Got anything to say boys?" Adam Joked

"Can We never leave again?" Roddy Joked

"I mean if it's Ok with my Rae-Rae." Adam Said

I nodded yes as I was still blushing from the kiss mere seconds ago

"Well, I guess welcome home guys" Adam joked again

They've been with us for awhile and are fine with the occasional no night of sleep or locker room being locked after a match. Heh.

Guess they are best friends after all..

「The End」

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

I wish you would write a fic where ... yandere Adam Cole "plays" hide and seek with you in what he thinks is a fun type of foreplay but is actually a serious attempt to escape by you

Hide & Seek

Warnings: Illusions to smut, Yandere!Adam Cole, Yandere themes, reader trying to escape, predator and prey sort of situation.

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Your hand was clasped over your mouth, trying to keep any sound from escaping. You weren't sure where Adam was, but he didn't know where you were either, so you needed to take advantage. What had started as Adam making you cuddle on the couch for movie night turned into the power going out and you attempting to run. No power meant the security system was down, this was your chance.

"Come out, come out wherever you are..." Adams sing song voice called out, making you push your body further into the hiding place. You had run into the den, just down the hall from the front door, when you had heard footsteps. "I'm gonna find you, baby..." Of course, he thought this was some sort of game.

You stayed quiet, listening to him leave the room. You waited a few minutes before moving from your hiding spot, carefully leaving the room. You glanced around the dark area and hearing nothing; you made a run for it. You were so close, only a few more steps...

You felt an arm grab you, yanking you both to the ground as you cried out. The fall was painful, and the feeling of the body on top of yours didn't help. Adam breath was warm on your neck as he took deep breaths, laying kisses along the exposed skin.

"Damn, we should do this more often. Definitely got me going." Adam whispered, grinding his boner into your ass as you cried silently. You'd been so close, a few more seconds and you would be out the door. "I'm going to fucking destroy you, my little prize." Adam spoke, and you fully believed every word.

[milk-crater]

👀 I... don't actually know if you want this prompt LOL but...Roddam, theme: syntomy!

There have been times over the years when people ask, with different levels of scorn and concern, why Roddy always goes back to Adam Cole. He could give them a long-winded speech, an Adam Cole style promo full of great sound bites and empty words. Could speak from the heart, explain that Adam needs him, and they both know that need is a much more powerful motivator than love.  

But usually he just shrugs and smiles either earnestly or smugly (depending on the asker’s concerned-to-scornfulness ratio).

“You don’t know him like I do,” he says, dismissive, possessive, apologetic.  

[faerieroyal]

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[junglemax]

i know this is old news but how was i supposed to hear “adam cole has a dead persons bone in his foot” and NOT do something with it

adam stinks of death, whether he wants to or not.

[mini drabble]

Abadon smells it the second it hits the room. Something dead. Something potentially tasty.

They sniff harder and look around. No, there’s nothing dead immediately in sight. No rats, no medics, nothing that points to “something has died here”.

They frown. They move, trying to see where it’s coming from. (It better not be inside the walls- that’s always a pain, smelling vermin in the walls. They’re not allowed to destroy private property, no matter how hungry they may be.)

They turn into one hallway, and the smell gets stronger. Bingo. They sniff around, walking in a zig zag. It gets stronger, but it’s lower; it drops, and so does Abadon, crawling on the floor until finally, finally they get to the cause.

Adam Cole screams when Abadon touches his ankle, yanking his foot back and nearly kicking them. “What the hell!”

Matt Taven and Mike Bennet both grab Adam and pulls him back, while Roderick places himself between Adam and Abadon. “Excuse me,” Roderick says, “but what do you think you’re doing, trying to eat my friend?”

Abadon blinks. They point at Adam’s foot. “It stinks.”

Adam furrows his brow in confusion. “What? What are you talking about? I wash my feet every day, thank you very much. Yours probably don’t smell good either.”

Abadon shakes their head and growls. “No. Death. Stinks of death.”

“Uh, he just got his foot fixed,” Matt says.

“Yeah, that doesn’t make any sense, Abadon,” Mike scoffs.

Adam looks down at his foot, and then looks at Abadon. “Are you smelling the bone?”

Abadon tilts their head in confusion.

“I uh, to replace my foot, I got a dead person’s bone in there. Is that what you’re smelling?”

Ah, must be. Abadon nods.

“Well, you can’t have it,” Roderick says, crossing his arms.

Abadon growls, simply because they find the Undisputed Kingdom annoying to deal with. They sulk off with a hungry stomach.

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

As y'all saw from my reblog, I'm starting a story event on my blog . Eve will be killed and Adam will be blamed for it,and get sent to prison ,it's up to y'all whether he gets out or not. It will consist of drabbles, asks,and threads. Like this post if your muse would like to participate. Feel free to send anonymous asks as well, playing officers,other Prisoners,reporters/tabloids ect.

Npcs I will be writing

Sargent Jon: head of the Pride P.D ["Hell's finest "] bull sinner

Officer Williams: imp rookie and Jons investigative partner

Cole Calway: Adam's cell-mate chameleon sinner,an informate for hells underground, deals in information

There is no concrete time limit on this story line/event ,tho it will officially start tomorrow

Fallow the tag : event: eves murder [rocxyoulikeahurricane]

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[youngbuckisms]

Call Me ( Adam Cole x MJF ); drabble

Word count: 736

Warnings: Ship drabble! Mostly sfw, but there is a small nsfw mention at the very end when Adam mentions going back to his hotel.

Notes: Back on my bullshit. I cant stop writing these two and I have 3 other drafts I was supposed to do before this for other wrestlers. If any of y’all got requests or suggestions for ship or x reader or just little headcanons for your favorite wrestler, send them my way! Much love! <3

Maxwell was worried. No, not just worried, downright terrified that something was wrong. He wasn’t at the show this week and he knew he wouldn’t be a week ago, so him and Adam agreed to call right after the show was over with. And while he didn’t exactly watch the show, he knew when it was meant to be over with.

Well, Adam didn’t call. Maxwell gave him maybe fifteen minutes before he called first. Then again .. and again .. then one more time, before he tossed his phone aside out of frustration. Did something happen? Did he get hurt? Did something go wrong? Did he just forget that he promised Maxwell he would call and left his phone on do not disturb? A hundred questions and no answers.

That was until Maxwell started to scroll on Twitter. Now it made sense and as he watched the video posted by AEW, he was filled with a bundle of emotions, some of which he didn’t recognize but the most prominent one being anger. With a clenched jaw, he festered on those emotions for a moment, before the anger had shifted into a new emotion that Maxwell didn’t typically feel. A disgustingly heavy feeling of guilt on his chest.

Before he could do or say anything foolish, his phone screen lit up to a picture of Adam he had managed to take while they were at the steakhouse. He wasted no time in pressing the green button, slightly surprised to see a video call come through rather than a normal call.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t call when the show ended.” Adam’s words came out before Maxwell could even think of opening his mouth. Adam was aware how much Maxwell could overthink himself to death, so despite being in pain from the attack, he was more worried about his partner. Even as he was looking into the camera with his free hand pressed to his neck, brows furrowed slightly from the discomfort.

“Adam, shut up, are you okay?”

“Well .. I …” Admittedly, the words caught him by surprise, leaving him stumbling, looking at Maxwell like a deer in headlights. He expected him to cause this dramatic scene about not getting his phone call, to pout and whine and huff.

“Yeah .. yeah, I’m okay. Just sore, is all.” Adam confirmed with a nod and a soft breath escaping him, though he wasn’t sure if it was relief or not.

“Shit, Adam, I’m sorry. I should have been there, so I could have .. fuck, I don’t know, done something!” He felt awful, it gnawed at him that he couldn’t do a thing about it.

“Hey, hey, hey. Max, come on .. you have nothing to apologize for. Seriously.” Adam frowned, seeing just how distressed the other seemed to be, how his face screwed into one of guilt and worry.

“But I could have .. ”

“Max! It’s fine. I’m telling you it is okay. Please don’t feel bad or beat yourself up, okay? Shit happens, this is the profession, this is what we do, and sometimes that means taking a few bumps and getting a few bruises.”

“I know .. I know. I’m just worried about you.” Maxwell seemed, at the very least, a little more relaxed now and that was enough for Adam to smile.

“I know, and I appreciate it, babe. I appreciate you. Now, I have to go back to the hotel, but I’ll call you when I get there?” Adam offered, hoping Maxwell would want to.

He really did miss him today, being backstage with him, holding him, sparing kisses in the hall. He wasn’t aware how .. lonely he was until Maxwell wasn’t next to him. Now, he was all Adam had, it seemed.

“How about you video call me again when you hop in the shower at your hotel and after we’re done — you know what I mean — then we fall asleep together? Sound like a plan?” That cheeky smile showed on his face and Adam couldn’t help the blush on his cheeks as he quietly reminded himself to never have Maxwell on speaker again while still at work.

“Yeah, alright. Sounds like a plan. I’ll call you in thirty.” Blowing him a kiss through the phone, Maxwell would roll his eyes as he returned the same, before hanging up.

Hopefully next week, Adam wouldn’t be so lonely.

[himbos-hotline]

You know I always want to hear about ocs

You think you're a good person because you won't punch me (And I love you)

A little snippet of the jay/cole NXT betrayal || Circa: 2021 || Jayden gets spared the knife that is adam cole, to a degree || wordcount: 708 words

Read on ao3

And Jayden lays at her feet like a slaughtered lamb; blood trickling from her nose, flooding over her split lips until it stains the gaps between her teeth. And the feeling should be memorable, almost comforting, almost like a comfort blanket in some twisted way but as she lays, breathing in the sweat in the mat, spikes grow digging into her shoulders. She swallows, sniffles and chokes on her own blood. Droplets of blood, warm and wet spray down the whiteness of her shirt and when she blinks over, its shimmering like lipstick on Cole's swollen lips. There's a coldness that covers the blue of his eyes, it makes them dim, lifeless almost and fear stabs its way through the middle of her stomach. Adam raises his fist and Jayden, confused, covers her face with her arms and waits. Waits for a blow that never comes.

Adam is still kneeling on her; legs parted as if they are joined, tied together at the hip like twins conjoined in their own suffering. Her arms separate and like a scared child, she peaks up at Adam, watches how his fist trembles in the free air above them and the crowd is silent or maybe they're screaming; Jayden can't stare at the faceless shadows that haunt her own heartbreak, there's a murmur, barely splitting through the sound of her own racing heartbeat and soon the sound grows. Echoes around Jay and somewhere the fear turns to anger. Her hands settle against Adam's black hoodie and he's almost too warm under her bloodstained hands, almost too human for the ghost that she shoves away. "Jayden?" His voice is loud, shaking and it's the first time Jay can't stomach to focus on the blueness of his eyes.

She looks away; mismatched eyes scan the crowd for seconds- listens to their boos, their chants. Focuses too hard on the way that Roddy stands, just out of reach staring down at them from the ramp and it's like he's an executioner pointing the tip of the axe at the ring, splitting, separating and Jayden waits, feels Adam's hands grip her shoulders and she shakes, her entire body trembles with a fury and she smears her blood down the side of his face.

"Dont." She spits and blood, almost too red under the shadow of the ring lights. "Dont you fucking touch me Adam!" The ring apron barely brushes against the curve of her back when Jay leaves, stripping the hoodie off around her shoulder.

It hangs in the bends of her arms, the scratch of embroidery bringing rashes to her pale skin and it drops with a clank against the ramp. She drops the Undisputed Era; in all its frail heartache, at Roddy's feet like a bad dog tossing scraps of crows feathers and chunks of skin at its owner's feet.

She waits until she's backstage to cry. Anger bubbles through her words, stains her screams and when Jayden presses her head, pounding and throbbing into the painted brick walls, she pretends the chill is comfort. Her mouth tastes like death and like the first time she had smoked, Jayden chokes on the cravings.

Someone's hand wraps around the bend of her arm and it's heavier than before but the fear still feels the same. She turns, shoulders hunched and Kyle makes a sound akin to a whimper and when Jay raises her eyes to his face; his eyes shimmer with the same ache, the same anger. "He made you bleed?" He asks and Kyle's thumb strokes across the seam of her lip and it's the softest touch Jay can remember. He leans his head against hers, presses their foreheads together and Jay can't help the way that she strokes his back; small round circles across trembling shoulders.

"I loved him." Jayden whispers after what feels like ages of silence and Kyle just sighs. "Foolish right?" And there's a crackle of a laugh, like electricity making water dangerous, against Jay's words and Kyle shakes his head, holding Jayden at arms length.

"Love is never foolish. Just..." He searches the word just ahead of them and sighs. "I dont think Adam Cole knows how to love."

Jayden just nods. "The one I knew did...years ago."

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MJF Drabble #24

Note: I know I said in my posts that this would be with Adam Cole as Max’s sidekick but I just never got him worked into the drabbles. Also, I didn’t see the match between Joe and Max so I’m just kind of guessing at what went down. Bear with me please! 

Max was in the middle of his rematch with Samoa Joe when Jay came out and sauntered by the ring and went to the time keeper’s box. He picked up the Triple B and waltzed back off with it while Joe and Max fought it out over said title.

Not that Max didn’t know what was going on, he just realized that he couldn't get distracted. He did his patented Kangaroo Kick on Samoa Joe and then locked in a sleeper hold. Joe wouldn’t tap but he did pass out. The referee signaled for the ring of the bell and acknowledged Max as the winner.

No sooner than his hand was raised, he went charging up the ramp to locate Jay and to get his Triple B back. He suddenly had a bad feeling, and went strait to Y/N’s office. Low and behold, Jay was already there, holding the AEW championship over his shoulder as if it was his.

“I got your belt and your girl, Friedman. What are you gonna do about it?” Jay said, taunting him.

“Wait, what? Where is she,” Max demanded. He wasn’t referring to the belt. He wanted his woman back.

“All in good time, Maxwell. All in good time.”

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[mobiblackout]

This one is for Adam Cole fans. We've been through a lot recently, and I just want you to feel some comfort reading this.

Summary: multitarian: having many forms, but one central essence.

Or: five drabbles, five relationships, five facets of one person.

Written by @blizzardsuplex and @mobiblackout.

[tortoisesshells]

don’t have the energy or even an idea for NaNo this year, so trying a drabble a day from this prompt list (part 7/?):

gloomy (da:i, g, ~500 words. Post Here Lies the Abyss. The Fade revealed many things, and Sophy wishes it hadn't.)

Light of all kinds felt brighter, after Adamant – after the Fade, and all that murky half-light and worse – but Sophy couldn’t take any joy in it. She still chilled easily. The world around her seemed tarnished – Sophy seemed to herself like an old ruin, vined all over and crumbling. When she could not sleep, she went to the chapel and lit candles and prayed for Stroud’s soul, loathing that there was anyone lost in that fearsome darkness on her account –

But if she was lighting candles for all those who had died on her word, because of her and what she had failed to do –

Andraste alive. After Haven alone – there’d be no beeswax left in the Frostbacks.

Still, she told herself. Still. She set this night’s candle next to the old stubs, kneeled under Andraste’s gaze. Prayer still did not come easily as its appearance did, some half-remembered pleas from the Canticle of Trials suggesting themselves before drifting away from her. Commander Rutherford, for all his talk of disillusionment, never stumbled over the words – there was nothing personally intended in that, but Sophy bristled to think it. If he was so sure of it all, let him be Andraste’s Herald –

But that was too close to what hurt, what shamed her most. She looked for another scab to pick at, and her memory, always good, obliged:

There had been a graveyard in the Fade; Cole had fearfully said that he wouldn’t go in. Curiosity got the better of her. So little of the Fade had reflected her, or her life – there were nightmares in it, but they weren’t particularly hers. She had been thinking, in a general sort of way, that ever since those caves on the Storm Coast, she’d hated spiders a little more than she had before – and lo: there were demons that had the look of spiders. But – oh. She feared spiders, but there were things she feared far more.

She could not understand that graveyard, at first. The Maker was merciful and there were no dates – that’s where her mind had leapt first, that she would have to know the hour of their deaths. But then – how was she to interpret that? Despair? Himself? Something very cold and hard-handed grabbed at her, then, thinking that the markers said what all markers tended to: the manner of passing. It was only after she read the other stones that she breathed again: Dying Alone – Becoming His Parents – Madness – and so on. Not ways of dying – fears. She had forgotten she was in Fear’s kingdom.

She knew this all now, and hated it – when she and Sera drank at the Herald’s rest, when she went to Vivienne with her questions, when she asked Cassandra to spar – she saw those stones as part of them, and felt them as weight. None of them would have wanted her to know these things – she wasn’t supposed to know. And what had Fear meant by revealing it?

Sophy worried at it for some time, until, sufficiently bloodied by her thoughts, prayer eventual came to her.  

[milk-crater]

Hey! Here's another prompt for you if that's ok: Adam Cole + wheel of fortune

Hey! Here's a drabble--sorry it took so long.

Adam Cole was used to being on top. But Max was a new kind of high. Max looked at him like Adam was the most precious thing in the world. Nothing before had been close to that peak.

But that just meant the fall would hurt all the more.

Adam considered himself a man of self-determination.

Sure, he couldn’t control the fact that his ankle had exploded when he jumped off the ramp.

But he could control how things ended with him and Max.

If he was due for a fall, he’d turn the wheel downward himself.