Keeper and Protector (Joshler) ??

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"I've got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison, and I'm locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me."

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Not many words had been exchanged between Fynnley and Oliver as they clung onto each other, sobbing away, not wanting to let go in fear of even the slightest possibility of losing each other again.

"Baby..." Fynnley's voice cracked as he finally spoke. "Is this real? Please tell me it is."

"It is." Oliver's own voice was muffled from his face buried in Fynnley's shirt. "You're here. Oh my God, you're here..."

After a while, Fynn pulled away from Oliver, thumbing away any leftover tears left on his cheeks. "Oli," he whispered. "You're alive."

Oliver sniffled and nodded. "I am. I thought I'd never see you again, Fynn."

"I... I thought you were dead. I still remember kissing you for the last time before they took you away. You... you were so cold, baby."

Oliver sighed. "I was dead. But NATN took my body... experimented on me... and they brought me back to life. That was only just the beginning, though."

He spent the next few minutes explaining some of the things they had done to him and the other Keepers during their captivity. By the time he finished, there was an indescribably angry look on Fynn's face.

"I can't believe that bastard did those things to you," he said, hands balled up into fists. "I'm gonna kill him. I swear to God I will."

Oliver shook his head. "I know, baby, but death would be too good for him. He needs to rot in a prison cell for the rest of his life." He sighed. "We need justice, not just for us, but for the Keepers who lost their lives. They deserve at least that much."

"That's why they're searching high and low for Nico," Fynnley said. "He's not going to get away with this. He'll pay for what he did." He sighed as he gently stroked Oliver's cheek. "My heart's so conflicted right now. I hate this Nico guy's guts... but at the same time, I'm so happy you're alive. It just about killed me when you died, Oli. But it hurts me even more to know that they did all those horrific things to you and I wasn't there to protect you."

Oliver let his hand rest on top of Fynnley's. "Don't blame yourself. You didn't know. And I survived, Fynn. Knowing you were out there, even if you had already moved onto someone else... I think that's what kept me going. I wanted to give up and die so many times, but having you on my mind... that's what kept me from slipping."

Fynn pulled Oliver into another tight hug, who let out a small 'oof' in response but returned it with just as much intensity.

"Jeez, Fynn, don't break him," Josh said, finally speaking up. "Our boys are really fragile right now. Believe me."

Fynnley rolled his eyes. "We're trying to have a moment here, Josh. God." Still, he released his grip on Oliver. "I'm sorry, Oli."

Oliver wrapped his arms around Fynn, albeit a bit more gently this time. "You're okay, Fynnie. I'm just a little beat up is all." He smiled a little. "We have a lot of hugs and kisses to catch up on."

Hearing that made Tyler smile. "Aww, you called him 'Fynnie.' That's so sweet."

"Guess you can't tease Tyler and I about our nicknames anymore, huh?" Josh laughed.

Fynn raised an eyebrow. "Hey, it's still better than your nickname. 'G-string' or whatever the heck Tyler calls you."

"That's 'Jishwa', you butthole."