Flochxjean Stories

Floch can't remember a time when everything felt okay, when he had those raw, vulnerable moments with another human.

Jean attempts to heal a broken down Floch.

Floch stumbles across Jean's hidden hobby.

Maybe everything worked out for Floch after all.

The rhythmic thumping of his heart matched the counting in his head, waiting for the final whistle to blow. They were in the lead, a tremendous game had been played where it was getting close. Anxiety had built up inside every player, but they focused on the ball rather than any doubt or worry that tried to control their mind. It had been ninety minutes, an extra two minutes were given. They were about to win, they just had to keep possession for a few more seconds... just a few more to go and... Relief flooded through each player from the Paradis team as the victorious sound of the whistle rang through the pitch. They all joined together, cheering and clapping and embracing. Paradis was on a winning streak, for the first time in years they had actually done well and been able to enter the Scouts tournament. This winning game was their ticket to finally playing in the real deal, an actual tournament which could lead them to the championships. That'd never happened before with the team. Dark-chocolate coloured eyes scanned the field as friends and family from the stands celebrated too. What was one a prideful grin turned into a realising frown as the fact haunted him that no one had turned up to watch him.

There are more than one type of hero.

At a camping trip, Jean grows concern for Floch.