Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Marvin Milk- Chess (a)

The Boys One Shot

Marvin pulled you up from the floor with a hearty extended hand, he placed his hands on either side of your face and ran his thumbs over your stinging nose. He pressed firmly and rolled his thumb over the nose's bridge before bringing the cold digits under your eyes and down your jaw.

"Nothing's broken, the bleeding's gonna stop pretty quickly. I'm not going to apologise for it, do you think if a supe has you on his hit list Homelander is going to go easy on you? If that was any of the Seven your nose wouldn't even be on your face." He tossed you an already dirtied rag which you quickly brought up to your blood smeared face. "Not for your face." He gestured towards the dark blue training mats. "Keep the place clean, I'm not going to clean up after you."

"Thanks for the care." You wiped up the viscous, scarlet stains and tossed the bloodied rag back to Marvin. "How was I supposed to know you were going to knee me in the fucking face?" He sighed deeply and rolled his sleeves back up over his elbows.

"You gotta think ahead, hand to hand combat is nothing more than chess with extra risks, alright? Duck under the first punch but then what? Not a chance, you don't stand a chance of fighting a god damn squirrel if you can't learn to predict what your opponent is going to be doing. Look at who you're fighting, see where they're open, learn where you're open. See what they're protecting it will tell you a hell of a lot about what they're going to do. Come on, swing for me. Try and make it unpredictable, do whatever you want and if you can land a single decent strike on me I will buy you dinner for the rest of the week." Marvin smirked, brought his hand up and gestured you forward. A subtle bend in his knees and a twist of his ankle alerted you to his plan, he dove onto the floor in a bid to wrap his arms around your legs, you hopped backwards, reeled your leg back and planted your foot harshly in the side of his exposed face. "Shit! How the fuck did you do that?" He firmly held his hand against his jaw and ground his jaw from side to side.

"I just watched... I said I wasn't an expert, I never said I hadn't been in a few fights before."

"Well you could have said, I could have at least prepared myself." He reached into the dank fridge and held the ice compress firmly against his head.

"Maybe you should have thought ahead a few moves ahead... you can pick what we have for dinner."

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Written by Aaron.