A/N: Just a quickie (that I've had completed for months, whoops) between requests. Enjoy!

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It was a lazy night at the headquarters for the Red Army. So quiet, in fact, that everyone was restless.

Red Leader himself was antsy, pacing back and forth in his office. Something was bound to happen soon; what it was, he had no clue. He dismissed his right-hand men to their own devices and locked himself in his study for some plan revision.

Patryck, one of them, smiled at Paul and waved goodbye as he retired to his room for some well-deserved rest. Paul noted with disdain the bags that were beginning to form under his dark eyes.

Paul turned on his heel and headed to the prison cells located deep underground, tiredly fumbling with his passcard when he got to the cell block the prisoner was inside.

As the doors opened, he hurried inside, lest anyone see. Of course, Red Leader could always see inside nearly every corner of the building, but as far as Paul knew, he couldn't see inside her cell. A dangerous move, but one Paul appreciated.

She was just a simple civilian, a cute girl clad in a (f/c) shirt and simple pants, although quite a while ago she'd traded her street clothes for a common prison uniform. She never seemed to be depressed around other guards; while she was certainly not happy about being locked up, she always tried to make the best of her situation.

He adored her.

As he unlocked her cell door, she gave him a weary glance before realizing who he was.

"Paul," she greeted quietly, a smile blooming on her lips. "I'm glad to see you. Slow day?"

"Terribly so." He agreed, sitting beside her. "My partner already went to bed, so I doubt anyone will bother us... unless you haven't had dinner yet?"

"No, they fed me hours ago." She rested her head against his shoulder, sighing in content. "Or, at least, I think it was hours ago. I can't really tell time in this place."

He chuckled, closing his eyes as she wrapped her arms as far as they could go around his waist.

"I missed you so much," he murmured, turning to set his arm around her tiny shoulders. "I grow tired of only getting to see you every few days."

"But you mustn't see me every day," she advised with a tiny frown. "If you see me more than you usually do, they'll get suspicious."

"I know that." He groaned to himself. "I..."

"I know." She closed her own eyes. "I wish things were different."

He didn't say anything for a few moments, only listening to her slow and steady breathing. Just that sound was enough; to know that she was alive was all he needed. Pitifully, he chided himself, he had found himself falling in love with her.

"I'm- I- I love you," he confessed.

"I love you too, Paul." Her sleepy reply made him smile. "No matter what happens, I will always be in love with you."

"No matter what happens, I'll get you out of here," he promised, catching her gaze as she opened her eyes to stare at him. "And once we get out of here, we can- we can find a house, and we can get a dog- like the one you've always wanted-"

"A (f/dog)?" She asked.

"Yeah, a (f/dog)," he replied excitedly. "And after we get a dog, once I have a steady job, we can get married."

Her smile was contagious. A small giggle bubbled up from her throat.

"Oh, how many kids would we have?" She asked with an airy tone, gazing up at the ceiling. "I'm thinking two."

"As many as you want," he nodded to her with a smile that mirrored her own. "And I'll make sure that nobody would ever harm you, or the dog, or even the children, ever again."

"I love when we talk about the future," she commented, hugging him close. "It gives me hope for the day when I can be free."

He couldn't respond for a few moments, simply gazing into her sunken face, her now-paled skin from lack of sunlight, her eyes, so shadowed with insomnia but brimming with life-

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, making a tiny flush creep up her face.

"But," she sighed, looking into his eyes with sorrow, "I may never be free. As much as we talk about having a future together, it's been years since I was first brought here. I don't think I could..."

"Don't you finish that sentence," he gently admonished, grabbing her hands as gingerly as he could. "You will be free. We will be free."

A tear rolled down her cheek.

Neither of them spoke for a few moments.

Suddenly, she collapsed against his chest, exhaling deeply.

"I'm just so- so scared, Paul," she whimpered. "We're not exactly the perfect couple. I mean, you're a soldier of the army that's holding me for ransom, and I'm... I'm..."

"You're perfect. That's what you are." He held her close, letting her tears soak the fabric of his jacket. "No matter what they do to you, I want you. I will not let them harm you."

"I know, I know," she sighed shakily, trying in vain to wrap her arms around him. "But... my hands are tied. I can't..."

"You always say that fate is pulling you thousands of miles away." He cupped her cheek, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "But I decided that you were my destiny the moment we first spoke."

"I appreciate that, but-"

"Why don't we rewrite the stars?" He asked, almost desperately. "Say that you'll be mine."

"You already know I'm yours, Paul," she chuckled weakly, holding his hand to her face with her own hand. "But it seems so hopeless. No one can rewrite the stars, and everything keeps us apart."

"But-"

"Maybe I'm not your destiny." She averted her eyes to the ground, a desolate expression taking her face. "It's not up to you or me. How can you say you'll be mine?"

"All I want is to be with you." He rested his forehead against hers, desperately grabbing her hands again. "Just give me all of you."

"It feels impossible."

"It's not impossible." He shook his head defiantly.

"Say that it's possible." She begged, tugging futily at the chains that held her.

"It will be possible." He insisted, staring her deep in her glassy (e/c) eyes. "It's up to you and me. Nobody can tell us what to do anymore."

"But- what are you suggesting-?"

"You know I want you." He gave her a tense grin. "If something happened, I'd- I don't know what."

"Paul-" She tried again.

"That's why we'll escape," he got onto his knees, still holding her cold hands in his. "I can't live without you. It hurts to see you locked up like this."

"Paul..." Her eyes were wide, her jaw slightly open.

"Will you run with me?" He asked, a sense of desperation so strong that it made his own eyes tear up.

"Oh, Paul..." she laughed through her tears, trying to wipe his away. "Just... one last night together, before we begin planning?"

"The world can be ours tonight." He smiled back, bringing her head towards his to kiss her.

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A/N: Heavily inspired by 'Rewrite the Stars' from The Greatest Showman. Real good shit.

Please tell me what you thought, feel free to request, and I'll see you guys in the next oneshot, coming soon.