COTE one shots

Warkouji

I'm gonna throw Koji in the Trojan war.

BECAUSE GUESS WHAT, I CAN. I CAN. I DOCNG

Btw I'm not versed in this kinda knowledge, so amma make up shit. Myonly knowledge is the Troy movie in wich Brad pitt was looking mad sexy

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I listened intently to prince Hector, who was rallying up the troops and shouting words of encouragement.

I was a mere soldier, one of many about to die.

We were going to war, because some dumbass took away some really important lady. And her husband is after our throats. 

This Paris guy is a fucker.

"Now COME ON!!"

I heard a loud wail of 'YES' as everyone marched towards the greeks. This was going to be one long, fucking day. The soldiers marched onwards, swords ready and eyes determined.

We can definetly win, home field advantage and more troops.

I had managed to blend in as a normal soldier, but I am yet to have even be harmed. I could tell prince Hector had slight suspicions of me, but they weren't credible enough to be thwarted.

Who cares? I'll be even better today and piss him off more. As the horses clashed with the greeks, the fighting begun.

I dismounted, taking out my sword.

The battlefield was already a bloody mess, bodies stacking and stacking as the drive for victory surged. I was then approached by one unfortunate soldier.

He tries to stab me, but I swerve and stab him, his body falling onto me. Another one has fell, and yet I feel the same. The greek soldiers here are trying to charge me with fire in their eyes,

Oh if only they knew I was an ocean of calm. Their fire would merely vanish when they come near. No one here knows, but this fighting...It's a dance. And I've memorised the steps long ago. I am unreachable, untouchable. I can feel bodies piling up to my left and right, but I pay it no heed.

I am playing out my destiny.

They're begining to shout out battle cries...Is this a way to make me feel scared? Well it doesn't work. I am not one to feel scared, I am just a soldier, serving a king in war. 

A soldier tries reaching for my sword, and I cut his hand off, punching another in the stomach before slicing his head off. And as I make my way through the mounts of bodies I've scattered, I wonder how the soldiers are feeling now. Their friends are dead, perhaps even family, all for what?

A stupid, fat king. A man hidden behind thousands upon thousands of his slaves, imagine a king who fights his own battles. That would be a sight indeed.

The fighting stopped as a man approached us, his golden locks sticking out of his hair. It seemed the greeks parted involuntarily, and the man approached me.

"Let's fight."

"I think not. It'd be much more suiting if a prince were to fight the legendary Achill-"

I pushed Hector off his horse.

"Fuck off."

I approached Achilles, shit he looks different.

As we clashed, I could tell he had a different aura to him. But I was always going to be better. He swung his shield, and I swerved to the right, trying to stab through him. He stepped on my spear, going down on his knee to snap it in half. I drew out my sword.

He had more reach with his spear, but it didn't last long as I kicked him in the face, and it fell out. Is that allowed? Could care less honestly.

I saw the warrior mutter a wow under his breath as we continued fighting, our sword's clashing in this even contest. He wung at my face, and I blocked it with my shield, moving my body three sixty to stab his chest. He brought my sword down with his shield, but I managed to use my own on his nose, knocking him backwards.

Our flurry increased, before somehow, I lost the grip on my shield. It fell out of my hands and I was left with only my sword.

Achille's smirked through his sweat covered face, and I charged at him. It didn't take long for him to overpower me, and I was thrown to the floor.

"You were my hardest opponent, killing you would be horrible. Survive this war, and we shall fight again, this time perhaps, in a more friendly manner."

As Achilles turned around, I mustered my last bit of energy to just fling my sword at him. It pierced his heel, but not like that was gon-

"AHHHHH~"

Achille's fell to the floor, gasping in pain.

"What the fuck?"

"How did you know? My body was immortal besides my heel, HOW DID YOU KNOW?"

"HAHAHAAHHAAHH"

Wow I've never laughed before. As Achille's slowly died, I looked up at the other soldiers, fear stricken in their eyes. The carriage with their fat king was at a halt, and I took the opportunity to grab a spear. I threw it at the fat king, Menelaus or whatever the fuck his name was.

It went through his agape mouth, and he died on the spot.

They lost their king and their best warrior.

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Greece had to retreat, as the sight of their King impaled like Vlad's victims was enough to drive them away. And the death of Achille's was the nail in the coffin.

Prince Hector came up to me, pride in his eyes.

"Despite your disrespect, you have been an amazing warrior, and I believe it is just right for you to punish Paris for his idiotic behaviour."

"Alright."

Prince Hector walked away as I thought. So Paris started this war by stealing Queen Helen from the Greek's. Great, I've got my plan.

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Paris cried his eye's out as he struggled against his gag and bounds. He stared on as I gave Helen backshots.

"AHHH~, SO GOOD~"

Royal pussy is fucking amazing. 

I kept shoving into Helen's heavenly place, her ass jiggling with each thrust. What a beautiful woman, and a queen too? This is quiet literally perfect. I carried on, before cumming inside of Helen.

I dropped her infront of Paris, her eyes still dreamy from the sex she just had.

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Yes I completely changed history in 1000 words, am I not king?