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aliypop · 30 days

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Return To Sender

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Writers Note: Meet Cece's new soon-to-be friend Natalya Dyer who's totally not based off of my great friend @sissylittlefeather the Jerry in my life ....

Warning: Sexual content and Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1968 and Natalya Dyer a divorcee and single mother is tasked to interview Elvis and Cecelia Presley at their humble mansion Graceland about their spicy relationship only to learn more about them as people.

Chapter 2

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Memphis August 1968

" I think that's all of it, ma’am." One of the movers said, placing the last box in her home, the biting smell of her cigarette flooding the room as she took a deep breath. Her long dark brown hair was unraveling from its beehive. She sat down. Her son Jericho would be home any minute to tell her about his first day at school. Of course, she knew that if it was one thing a mother needed was mai tai, some music, and a nice relaxing day,

BRRRING!

BRRRRING!

BRRRRRRING!

"Damnit. Who's calling me now..." She groaned, walking towards her teal rotary phone, "Natalya Dyer speaking,

" Who's this?" Holding her cigarette in the other hand as she waited for the voice to speak,

"Nat, how's everything in Memphis." It was her boss, Mrs. Moon, of the juicy gossip magazine Moon and Sun. "It's not California." Natalya smiled, her radio playing softly in the background as she took a deep drag of her cigarette. It wasn't that she didn't like her job. She knew she was destined for great things, like being an author or owning a company. But Natalya might have started considering a new job based on her thoughts about being destined for her boss's words to her,

"Well, that's great hun. Listen, we want the juicy gossip between Hollywood's greatest couple."

"Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski?"

"No, Elvis and Cecelia Presley." Natalya knew that the magazine was known as a crummy rumor and sex magazine amongst the stars, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. Was there anything to report? "Alright, Mrs. Moon, any leads?"

"Nope, I'm just your messenger today. You've got to do the rest of the work." Although she had been considering a new job, the twinge of curiosity seemed to have won her over, and it looked like she'd be doing the rest of the work to get the scoop on the couple.

"Mama!! Mama!!!"

"Well, Tata dear." Mrs. Moon hung up, and as she did, Natalya put all her attention on her blonde-haired blue-eyed son. "Hey, Jer-Bear, how was school!" Natalya asked as he hugged his mother,

"It was good. I made lots of friends, and I think two of them are related to the Presleys."

"That's good," Natalya smiled as she then zoned back into what he just said,

"Why's that honey?"

"Well... One's got blue eyes and dark hair."

"Every white boy who's got dark hair and blue eyes isn't a-"

"And his last name is Presley, and his sister asked if we could come over tonight for dinner!" Would it be this simple for her to get this job done? She wondered to herself,

"Did they give you a number?" She asked. Natalya had hoped these kids weren't playing a cruel joke on her son, but then again one could never know for sure.

"They did!" Jericho smiled, handing her a piece of a cupcake wrapper with writing on it. Although, it was weird, as a journalist. She's handled much worse. Natalya dialed the number as she waited. This couldn't be real, she was calling the house of the world's favorite stars, it had to be a-

"Hello, Elvis Presley speaking?"

"Prank..." She mumbled. "I-I mean, uh, Hi!, I'm Natalya Dyer, and my son, I believe, befriended your children?" She said, trying to remain calm. She was talking to Elvis! A man whose movies she's watched religiously! A man, who she's had posters of!

"Mhmm, One moment." Elvis looked at his son Jesse as he looked up at his dad, "Did you invite a friend over?" He asked as Jesse nodded,

"Was I not supposed to..."

"Buddy, you gotta ask me and your mama first." He ruffled up his dark hair,

"Oh..."

"Can he still come over?" Elaine began to bat her eyes as Elvis smiled, bending to his daughter's will, "Oh alright," He winked, "Uh, Mrs. Dyer, ya still there?"

"Mhmm..." She nodded trying not to scream,

"Could you come by say 4:30? My wife should be home then," Sometimes it did indeed pay to have a kid, Natalya thought, "Of course, we'll leave now." Natalya hung up as Jericho came back down,

"Can we go!"

"Mhmm!" Bringing her notepad and a pen, she got her keys and her son and took off. Driving down from her house on Audubon to Graceland was beautiful. There were trees and long stretches of land, a beautiful rustic feel that was different from California and different from her messy life. As she was driving down towards the house, she saw a 68 pink Mustang cruise beside her, as she looked over to see who it was. Her eyes caught a glimpse of who she thought was. "Cecelia Presley?" She mumbled but then shrugged. Maybe it wasn't her, and she was getting herself a little too excited.

"Mama, look!" Jericho pointed towards the gates as he grinned,

"Holy shit..." Natalya gasped driving toward the driveway, "Excuse me Ms. may I help you." There was a man at the gate with brown shaggy hair and a warm smile,

"Natalya Dyer," She smiled as Jericho waved at the man, "Come in, E and C are expecting you." Driving up the driveway. She saw a woman with jeans on and her shirt tied standing next to her pink Mustang,

"El!" Cecelia smiled, "Oh! Hi!" She turned to face,

"Uh... Natalya Dyer." She stuck her hand out as Cecelia stole a glance at her. She was beautiful and built like Sophia Loren,

"Nice to meet you, and who's this little cutie!"

"JERICHO!!!" Jesse ran out of the house, Jericho hugged his friend as Natalya laughed,

"My son,"

"Well come on in, can I get you anything to drink?" Cecelia asked as Natalya nodded,

"Got anything to make a Mai Tai?"

"Rough day?"

"Just moved in today..." Natalya shook her head, She watched as Cecelia made her drink and smiled,

"Where from?"

"California, though I'm from Tulsa Oklahoma." She mentioned as Cecelia snickered, Natalya didn't find it funny until she remembered whose house she was in.

"Is there a Mr. Dyer?"

"No...No... I'm going through a messy divorce. It's just my son and I living in Audubon." Natalya shrugged,

"Say, uh, I don't wanna make things weird, but,"

"You wanna interview Elvis and me?"

"How'd you know?"

"The pen and pad in your pocket."

"Touche..." She laughed as Cecelia smirked,

"Mama, can I have a fancy drink too!" Natalya heard a small voice say as she looked down and saw a little girl who looked like Cecelia. "Of course, sweetheart." She made her a mocktail and sent her on her way,

"That's our daughter Elaine."

"She's beautiful,"

"She's a minute younger than her brother,"

"Cece is that you?"

"In the kitchen!" She shouted back,

"Is that..."

"Mhmm, in the TV room, " The two walked down as Cecelia led her down the stairs, Elvis had been watching Football, the news, and a game show. He hadn't been wearing anything too spectacular except for his wedding band, but for once he looked like a normal guy,

"Whatcha watching..." Cecelia asked, her arms around his shoulder as he kissed her hand, "My damn teams losin again." He huffed as she shook her head,

"What about you how was your day?"

"Stressful, but enough about that..." He kissed her nose as she blushed, "We have a guest, Ms. Dyer,"

"We spoke on the phone," He got up and introduced himself to her, "Lovely home!" She squeaked,

"She just moved to Audubon Drive today?"

"I used to live there, it's a nice suburb if you don't hang your laundry on a clothesline," He grumbled,

"Explain's the price for it." she mumbled, "Well don't be a stranger Nat come sit, turn the TV onto whatever you watch!" Elvis smiled and she felt warm inside, like he was a familiar friend,

"May I interview you two for Moon and Sun Magazine?" Natalya asked as Elvis shrugged,

"Don't see why not," He responded as Cecelia sat next to him.

"Alright, I warn you... These questions are a bit uh... raunchy cause Moon and Sun, like that kind of thing,"

"Shoot." Elvis winked,

"Alright, uh... What's your favorite time of day t-to," Natalya couldn't believe she was going to ask her two favorite artists this question, but here she was,

"To what?" Elvis asked, his eyebrow quirking up, he couldn't lie and say he didn't read Moon and Sun magazine, it was one of the many things that kept the spice in his life going.

"To have sex...", She got quiet as Elvis and Cecelia paused, the couple thinking for a while as Natalya gulped,

"I-I don't know, Cil and I are like rabbits sometimes ya know." Elvis laughed as Cecelia blushed, "I'd say early mornin, it's something about hearing the birds chirp that makes it romantic." She grinned as Natalya wrote their answers down,

"I agree." Elvis winked,

"And why's that?"

"Well, it's when it's just us and the early morning glow on her skin. It makes her look like a goddess." Elvis mentioned as he shrugged, Natalya nodded, she could remember when her husband was romantic like that, "Get as dirty as you want hun," Cecelia poured a glass of Fanta Orange,

"You sure?"

"You want people to buy this don't'cha," Elvis smirked as Natalya nodded,

"So what was it like the first time you two fucked," Natalya asked as Elvis lit up a cigarillo, "Mind lighting my cig?" She asked as Elvis leaned to light it.

"It was bad," Cecelia giggled,

"You said it was good." He playfully glared at her as Natalya watched them, "Well, it was good then, I mean we were 20 and it was on a tour bus, which is hot, but."

"Not romantic," Natalya added as they both nodded, "We were so awkward, Couldn't look him in the eye." Cecelia laughed,

"I see, I see, so speaking of that how big is it..." Natalya asked as Cecelia smirked, "Now we're talkin," Elvis went red as he coughed, "I'll be outside by the door..." He smiled,

"So... Is the king packing a scepter..."

"Mhmm... Think a Cola bottle and a quarter," Cecelia smirked, Natayla gasped,

"And you take all of it..."

"Mhmm."

"So... did you like suck it the first time or,"

"Second time, and..."

"It was the best damn head I ever had." He walked back in,

"Glad to see you're back. Cause, I got a question for you."

"Alright."

"Did you go muff diving?" She smirked, "I mean it is all the rage now,"

"Course I did," He smirked, "Always do, she got me used to it, "

"I did?" Cecelia blushed, as he winked, Natayla liked the conversation she was stirring, but she wanted to know more, something that wasn't so sexual,

"Say, tell me about that Christmas Special coming up?"

"Well, I should let Cece tell you that, I'm just the singer, for singer, but Cece directed it." He gave her praise as he kissed her, "Correction second unit director, Binder directed it, and if I must add, without my help, it would have been shit..."

"Tell me more," Natalya realized she was interviewing the wrong person really, "I mean as a woman, and of color that had to be tough," She sighed,

"Well Binders team and my team had a vision, and that vision was Elvis, nothing less nothing more." Cecelia looked at her husband as he kissed her cheek, "Not to mention while taking care of the kids." Elvis chuckled, "But this woman here, is amazin, she won't talk about herself, but I will, My wife put that damn show so ahead on its train tracks all I had to worry about was what location and what outfit, she's a genius she's an icon and she's my hero." He looked into her eyes as Natalya's heart yearned for what they had, "I did nothing except organize and yell action," Cecelia joked, " I mean am I force not to fuck with yeah, but I'm a wife and a mother and-"

"And an amazin artist and songwriter and writer, and guitar player," He turned to Natalya,

"Man, I wish I had my magazine... I'd cover stories like this you know."

"Then come up with a business proposal and we'll make it happen."

"I..."

"She means it," Elvis winked,

"You'd do that for me?" Natayla asked, "I mean you two barely know me and-"

"Nat, you're good people, I've never seen our sun that excited unless his grandpa's grillin'"Elvis chuckled,

"Hey C where's the band-aid's"

"I'll show you." Natalya looked up and she saw him, the guy from the gate, her brown eyes meeting soft gentle blue ones,

"Actually, Elvis you wanna come with me..."

"Hmm?" Cecelia nudged him, he then looked between the two, "Oh... Oh! " He took his wife by the hands as they left,

"Jerry Schilling..."

"Natalya Dyer."

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Chosen mother| h&c

*A/n~ I'm loving having more time to write now. I'm sorry I've been rubbish at posting but honestly all I've wanted to do is write. So this fic honestly is providing me with a good sense of relief. Jake is a made up oc? Read on my doves*

Tw~ hinted sexual assault, dead beat dad (I feel y'all) family issues?

Prompt~ Reader is a student (19) and gets pregnant. The father leaves and Larissa helps (thank you for talking with me to ensure I get your prompt spot on Abi1468 )

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You were late. Two weeks late. Two weeks ago you realised that the boy you'd been talking to was using you. Jake. He attended Jericho high, senior year and you'd met during the outreach day. The pair of you seemed to really hit it off. He didn't judge you for your Florakinesis. In fact he told you it made you uniquely beautiful. God how you longed to go back in time and tell yourself not to get swept up in those words. Words mean nothing without actions.

The night it all came out was horrific. Stupidly, you'd fallen for the trick. Now you'd be lying if you said it hadn't happened before. Maybe that's why you didn't tell anyone? The embarrassment of not only once but twice. The first time is what triggered your Florakinesis to show itself. Completely out of control due to your emotions being so unstable. Quite rightly so. But that's how you found your way to Nevermore. Your parents disowning you completely, all due to the fact you were raped. The age of 14 is no way to lose your innocence. A dark period in your life where you were alone to deal with the aftermath. And now you'd do it again.

Once Jake had realised you wouldn't willingly sleep with him, it went downhill from there. He forced himself on you, you couldn't fight him off despite your valiant efforts. Throat hoarse from screaming and crying. Only while he continued his down right horrendous act, did he divulge that this was all a plan. Gain your trust, take what he wants and then leave never to be seen again. Bragging rights to have one of the most unusual breeds of outcast. You felt disgusted and disappointed in yourself for falling for it. That fateful night is what lead you to being sat in the corner of your dorm crying and clutching a little white test. Body still littered in the bruising from that night.

Two weeks late. And all the little test could do is flash the positive result. Tears falling freely, you are too young. You don't want this. Sobs tried to force themselves out of your tightly sealed lips as you attempted to silence them. You had to tell him. He has a right to know. You knew that. But the thought of hearing his voice again was sending you into a violent panic attack. But this is half his baby he deserves to know he could possibly have a child out there.

With shakey hands, you sent off a text to jake asking to meet you at the school gates. In which he agreed to taunting you that you wanted a repeat of that night. Feeling physically sick at the suggestion you got yourself ready to face him. The monster he was yet you still couldn't keep this a secret. What would you do if he decided he wanted it? You most definitely did not. You didn't plan on being a mum any time soon especially not at 19. Heavens you were still attending Nevermore, a baby couldn't fit into that. Especially not one conceived in such a brutal manner. No family to help you'd be alone. What if you couldn't love it? After all it's an innocent in all of this. Did it deserve to be brought into the world facing the chance it's own mother couldn't fully love them? No you would rather do the unthinkable than risk that. After all you weren't too far gone so the process would be simple. It was just cells at the moment. You knew that. It didn't even have a beating heart yet. Biology had taught you that. Yet you couldn't help but hate yourself for thinking this way. An innocent life form, one you were willing to completely destroy. What kind of person are you?

You quickly made your way to the gate, shaking in fear once you spotted the familiar form of Jake. You took a deep breath and made it to the gate, close enough to be heard discreetly but not close enough for him to touch you. "I'm pregnant" you blurted out tears starting to stream silently once more. "And? It's not mine!" He protested anger flaring at your words. "You're the only one who's..." you trailed off "it's yours" you mumbled trying to find strength. He actually believed it was someone else's? Despite knowing what he did that night...

"I don't fucking care! I don't want it! No child of mine will be born from a freak of nature! Stop trying to pin some other freaks baby on me just because you whored yourself out to me!" He was screaming now, starting to draw attention to you both. His words hurt. But you had to stay strong. "It's yours Jake" you spat his name with so much venom even you cringed back from your own voice, "what do we do?" You murmured not wanting to give him your opinions. After all your body, your choice and you knew that. "We?! No no no! You! You and your baby are freaks of nature! Never contact me again!" And with that he left. Walking away from his own blood. You were truly alone now.

Guilt coursing through your veins, you decided to take a walk. Although you didn't want to keep it, you couldn't help but feel guilty for that. You just couldn't do it. Hopefully they would understand that? Right? It truly wasn't them. It was you. You just couldn't do this. They would always be with you tho. Despite how you were feeling they were half you. And that would always haunt you. What could they have become? A prince? A princess? Would they be intelligent like you? Would they have an ability like you? Or be a Normie? Perhaps you should keep it. After all it's not the baby's fault it's father is a monster. But you couldn't do that. You knew that. Despite knowing that, you were still stuck in an emotional turmoil.

During your walk, you became immersed in your own thoughts, so much so you didn't realise the time. Curfew. You'd missed curfew. When did it get so dark? And so cold ? Your body shivering with the cold and the sobs leaving you. When did you start sobbing? God, what were you doing. You made your way to the school hoping to slip in unnoticed. I mean who was on patrol tonight? Coach Vald? No that was yesterday. Thornhill, that was it. She was normally too entranced by a bounty book to pay close attention, you have a good shot at getting past her with no issues. Or so you thought.

It was the tall figure looking at the top of the stairs, that caused you to immediately stop in your tracks. Shit! That most definitely was not Miss Thornhill. Fuck! No, it only happened to be principle Weems. The one person who you seemed unable to hide from, over the years she seemed to have a soft spot for you. Maybe because you had no family around? You weren't quite sure but she always made sure to check on you at parent's weekend, spending a little time with you if you wished it. "Y/n ? Darling! What are you doing ? " the concern was evident as she took in your appearance. It was truly unlike you to break any rules. All you could do is stand there as sobs flowed from your lips. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean to... I'm sorry principle weems" you murmured over and over again as she made her way to you. Gently taking your hand and guiding you to the safety of her office. Something was wrong. Clearly. And she'd not leave you alone to deal with whatever it was.

"Darling what's happened?" She questioned you gently leading you to sit in front of the dancing flames, hoping to provide some warmth to your frozen body. You couldn't respond to her, just breaking down even more at the care being directed at you. Instead you responded by throwing yourself into her arms, burrowing your face into the crook of her neck. Instantly strong arms wrapped around your quivering form, holding you in such a manner you'd not experienced in such a long time. Your body trembling in her capable hold as you let all the emotions you'd bottled up for long free.

"Oh my darling girl. You're okay. You're safe. I have you little one. Her reassuring words were never ending, soothing your distressed state. Her motherly persona calming you like she was your own mother. It must have been almost an hour of just sobbing while she held you before you could explain what had happened. When you started to talk but made no attempt to move, Larissa immediately started to listen extra carefully. Some of your words muffling against her neck, still she understood what you were trying to tell her.

"He. He I didn't want it" you whimpered out remembering just what had caused the issue. Red and blue little flowers popped up all over your exposed skin. They didn't go unnoticed by the taller women. Red she was familiar with. It meant you felt anger. Understandable with what you were describing to her. Blue was something new. Not one she had seen you sprout before. "Darling? Blue?" She whispered into your hair. "Sadness" you mumbled out embarrassed that your ability was starting to become uncontrollable.

"Larissa?" You whimpered out scared of what was to come. "Yes little one? " her tone soft as if she knew what you'd say next. "I'm pregnant..." you trailed off tears once again falling from your sore eyes. "Oh y/n. Is it his?" To which you nodded in her neck. "Okay darling, well what do you wish to do? We can do whatever you need." You sat in silence in her embrace. She was allowing you to choose? We? You weren't doing this alone? "I -I can't, fuck I can't keep it. I'm not ready. But I hate myself for getting rid of it. I don't know what to do. I don't have a mum or a sister to go to. I feel so alone. I hate myself for this." You ranted. Everything finally out in the open. Somehow helping slightly that you'd told someone.

"Y/n. It's okay to be scared. But you are young you don't have to do this. I know your family aren't present but if you wish it I'll be here for you. Every step of the way. No matter what you decide." She reassured her hold never faltering. "I can't do it principle Weems, I know I can't." You whimpered out clearly deeply saddened by the admission. The blue flowers covering every inch of exposed skin. "That's okay y/n have you scheduled anything?" To which you shook your head. "Okay then little one that's the first step we will make okay?" You nodded in response snuggling into her some more. Slowly little blush coloured flowers started to appear. Content in her motherly embrace.

"Little one? Have you thought of naming it?"her tone was soft and cautious not wanting to upset you any more than you had been. "N-no? I didn't think I deserved to?" You mumbled sadly. "Darling giving the baby a name may help with the healing process maybe something gender neutral?" She mused out loud. "Would make sense because it's too small to know what it is. I don't know many good names, god I'd be an atrocious mother if I can't even name it" you sighed red flowered sprouting once more. Internal anger causing them to be smaller than before.

"Y/n don't be so hard on yourself names are tricky things I have a few suggestions for you if you wish?" You nodded once more. Lavender flowers kooky those that had already bloomed. Exhaustion. "Okay so there's Charlie, Reese, Emery and even Sam as it could be short for Samuel or Samantha." You took a moment in thought, none of them feeling right. "What if I just called them dove?" You murmured. Shot sweet and not tied to a gender. Dove could also be related back to death which seemed to tie in perfectly. Your little dove too precious for this world.

"Dove is beautiful little one. Your little dove" Larissa was quick to confirm it was a beautiful name. "Y/n your exhausted I see the flowers, let's get you back to your dorm and all tucked up in bed hmm? We will start the process in the morning if it's what you want, I'll be here every step of the way. I may not be biologically your mum but every student at Nevermore our my little ones. I'd do anything to help and protect any of you..." she trailed off noticing your breathing had shallowed out and little pink flowers now took up residence where the blue were. Your skin a mixture of pink and purple as you dozed in her embrace.

Word count~ 2296

*A/n} this was such a joy to write. I hope you all enjoyed it and just a reminder to look after yourselves :)*

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visionarystoryteller · 6 months

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Love For Noella Levesque|| An OC World Masterlist

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~Born 2 years into Paul Levesques professional wrestling career, Paul and an unknown women had a little girl. A result of a one night stand after a major win on Paul’s part. The little girl, Noella, was given to her father a few weeks after being born, the mother had signed any and every right for Noella away to Paul. For the first 12 years, Noella lived with her grandmother and grandfather, while her father became a staple within professional wrestling. By the time Paul started coming around more for Noella, she had already grown accustomed to him rarely being around. By the time she got a cell phone things had picked up a little in their relationship but a lot was entirely to strained. She had a stepmom that she didn’t even know because she was within the world of professional wrestling as well. When Noella turned 18 and graduated high school, she enrolled in business school and started working as her dad’s personal assistant, also meeting her stepmother. To say Noellas relationship with her parents was strained was an understatement. Noella was very private in a lot of what she felt and did because of how far out of emotional touch her relationship had become with her father and having a stepmother who seemed less then thrilled to be a mother to someone who she didn’t even know either. The biggest blow to Noellas already complicated relationship with her family was finding out that she had 3 sisters who lived with both their parents, while Noella was raised by her grandparents. She loved her grandparents very much but felt robbed of what a normal family would’ve been. Fast forward a few years and now you follow Noella in her already complicated life, add a male into it and well…~

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X/OC - Noella Ann Levesque

With/ - Triple H-Paul Levesque - Stephanie McMahon - Shawn Michaels-Shawn Hickenbottom - Tony Kahn -Chris Jericho-Chris Irvine - MJF-Maxwell Jacob Friedman - Adam Cole-Austin Jenkins - Britt Baker

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Masterlist in order

New Start

When The News Breaks

Everybody Talks

New York

Moving Forward

Cease and Desist

Holidays

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bruh-anator3000 · 1 year

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Masterlist

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Welcome to my masterlist, I dont write very often but I have a few now so I might as well make a navigation for it :)

Characters I'm writing for right now is mainly Viktor from Arcane. Or anyone from Arcane.

5/23/23 Update: Dagur will be joining my masterlist bc i am a slave to my hyperfixtations.

6/29/23 Update: Miguel O'Hara has entered the chat

Italicized titles are unfinished/wips. Bold are posted and bold and italicized are fully completed projects.

Asks/prompts are OPEN!!! Don't be shy! Ask away!

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY WORKS INTO AI. ACTIONS THAT GO AGAINST THIS WILL BE BLOCKED FROM MY ACCOUNT.

I don't go by much here, my name is up for you to choose. My tag will just be #bruh writes. I hope you enjoy my work. Much love <3

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Viktor:

- The Lab Inspector's Daughter:

Summary: You're a lab inspector. Boring job. But the little girl you took under your wing sure made it interesting. She grew up into a smart kid, easily finding her way into Piltover's finest Academy. She also decided she would double as a matchmaker.

First date:

Jericho's: Jinx wanted to take a quick trip into memory lane. Viktor, however, is not a fan of what it serves. Literally.

- HexCrunch:

Summary: You're so, so hungry...

- Bedtime:

Summary: Poor Viktor never gets enough sleep. It's time you change that.

- Mafia!au

Summary: nothing yet, just a sketch >:)

Drabbles:

- Jealous?Viktor

- Snow-ball fight

- Afraid to love

- Arcane x Tangled

- NSFW drabble(MDNI!!)

- Comfort during a fight

- Viktor x Sculptor!S/O

- Machine Herald trying to find you

- Zombie Apocalypse hc

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Dagur:

To Skrill or Not to Skrill:

Summary: Dagur didn't just... leave you, right? You led him and the Hunters to the exact spot your calculations had said the beast would be. The further you got into the cave, however, the less the others followed. Leaving you completely alone. Well, besides the dragon.

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Miguel O'Hara:

CAT-astrophic:

Summary: A random hot guy won't stop talking to your cat, it's starting to freak you out.

In the cradle of the Cat (Miguel x BlackCat!OC):

Summary: WIP

Introduction to Anisa Hardy

- Miguel and Mayday angst

Drabbles:

- love not lust (slightly NSFW!)

- Widower!Miguel

- Black Cat and code names

#bruhwrites #masterlist #arcane viktor #arcane #fanfiction #fanfic writer #bruh writes #viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #dagur fanfic #dagur x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #black cat oc #miguel x black cat #miguel x you

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riisume · 8 days

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Jericho would probably wither away if Nebo ever tickled him…

Spoiler alert; Nebo doesn’t like Jericho (surprise, surprise). So once he knew the right things to say to make Jericho a blushing, flustered mess while he’s tickling him, it’d be joever. Bro would be screwed.

Nebo hears Jericho’s girlish giggles? He’s getting teased about it. Nebo feels Jericho’s tummy quivering from his claws? It’s getting pointed out. Nebo would narrate everything he’s doing and going to do to the Lynx, and Jericho would just have to take it… ♡

Yes, Jericho is SO weak and susceptible to verbal teasing, it’s actually pathetic. I love him so much……

#red says #oc talk #uuuuh I posted this on twt late at night so I'll put it here too #kitty men hyperfixation hit me like a truck last night it was kinda nuts #Jericho #Nebo

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alder-saan · 1 year

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The Path of Poisons .2

Manchineel

Larissa x gn! oc

The Path of Poisons masterlist . [01] . [02] . [03] . [04] . [05] . [06] . [07] . [08] . [09]

Warnings : none (maybe an hospital can be triggering)

Words count : ~3.3k

Avareida was waiting in the small café in Jericho. They had promised their friend to meet them there, since they had arrived in the city the day before. They yawned. They were tired from their nightly excursion. They crossed their arms on the table, put their head on it, and tried to fall asleep when a waiter appeared.

"Can I get you anything?

"A double long ristretto espresso with whipped cream, but no cream," they grumbled, raising their head.

"There's no such thing," he answered embarrassed.

"I know. A strong coffee without sugar is fine."

"I'll be right back."

He left, they buried their head in their arms again. The door tinkled as it opened. Small heels clicked on the floor. Avareida recognized them as those of Thalia, their friend and history teacher at Nevermore Academy. They sighed and sat down properly.

"You're late, Thalia."

Thalia was a small, pudgy, laughing black woman. Her mother was descended from native Americans, and her father from black African slaves, and she made a point of showing her students all the horrors the colonists had committed in America. Avareida understood. They were a descendant of the Cree.

Thalia always wore very colourful clothes, probably, Avareida thought, because she wasn't that happy after all, and today was no exception: she had put on a yellow dress with white polka dots and a little pink hat to match her tights. Where did she get all her clothes? It was still a mystery.

"Yes, I'm sorry Rei, we had a little trouble at the academy yesterday…"

"What kind of trouble?"

The waiter served Avareida their coffee and they began to drink it while listening to their friend, who ordered a long coffee.

"Well, for a start, our former botany teacher wanted to destroy the school and to do so she resurrected Joseph Crackmore, her ancestor."

"Woah..."

"Three students managed to stop him, but one of the inhabitants of the town, who was a Hyde and who was killing people in the area, associated with this teacher and another student stopped him."

"Well…"

"And finally, the principal, Mrs. Weems, was found overdosed with belladonna, and one of our manchineel plants has disappeared. We suspect that thieves may have taken the-"

Avareida choked on their coffee. They coughed to regain their composure.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"It is suspected that thieves wanted to take this plant and came across Mrs. Weems, who then gave them a dose of belladonna, not enough to kill her though. The question is: who stole this manchineel, and for what?"

"Mmh… it's strange, this whole thing…" Avareïda said, looking outside.

Thalia nodded, the waiter gave her her order.

"Especially very dangerous! If this person doesn't know what it is, they could die! And if they know, we can be sure of their criminal ambitions!"

Avareida put down her cup, now finished, with the most innocent look in the world.

"Do you know what a manchineel tree is?"

"To be honest, I didn't know until this morning…"

"Read The Path of Poisons and How to Cure Them, by Avareïda Hydrurga, and you'll never have any doubts about a potentially poisonous plant again."

The teacher laughed a little.

"Haven't you finished your commercial?"

"Hey, my income depends almost entirely on the sale of this book! And I love money!"

Thalia sighed, looking up at the sky... well the ceiling.

"So, how was your trip to the South Pole?"

"Nice, I made a friend. I called her Katia."

"What do you mean you called her?"

"She's a female leopard seal. At first she was a bit aggressive, but eventually she accepted me completely."

Thalia smiled as she watched her friend sink into her seat, gesturing wildly as they explained their encounter with the animal. Rei had that look in their eyes when they talked about their travels… she loved to hear them tell their stories.

"Isn't that your mother's name, Katia?"

"Yeah, because she acted like a mother. She used to bring me food. Which was penguins. And since they're not part of my diet, I had to decline her offer…"

"How do you manage to make so many enemies among humans and so many friends among animals?"

"I'm beginning to think that I'm not the problem… well, anyway. Is your principal okay? I mean, belladonna's a hell of a poison."

"She's in the hospital. I'm going to see her right after. You can come with me if you want. I'll just have to stop by the police station first. As you know about poisons, you could help them, couldn't you?"

"I don't see how I could be of any use to them…"

Thalia got up and went to the counter to pay.

"You underestimate yourself… I'll buy your coffee, a welcome to Jericho gift. And since you don't have any money…"

"Thank you for your great generosity but I can still afford coffee."

"I don't want to hear about it. I'll buy you one."

"All right, all right…"

Avareïda stood up and put their brown jacket back on their shoulders. They ran a hand over their hair, which was still neatly tucked back.

"You'd look good with red hair," Thalia remarked, coming back to her.

"Do you think so? I might try it… But I like my hair black."

"Shall I show you around town, and on the way we go to the police station?"

"Oh, yes, I've always wanted to!" they sneered

Thalia gave them a flick.

"Sorry, I don't have much choice, I've been summoned as a witness… You're lucky you weren't there yesterday. You would have been suspected. What time did you arrive anyway?"

"A little before midnight," they lied.

In truth they had arrived at 9 p.m., but they had nothing to blame themself for and didn't want to get into trouble with the law…

The door tinkled again as it opened. Avareida sighed. They had chosen the wrong moment to steal the manchineel tree…

Thalia pushed open the door to the police station, and was immediately greeted by the sheriff. Rei found the man was sad. There was something tired in his eyes. But they didn't know what. The place was small, smelled of ink and coffee. The policeman questioned Thalia with his eyes after noticing Rei, who was going through all the corners of the police station with a curious eye.

"Avareïda Hydrurga, this is a friend who arrived last night. They were not there on the night of the incident if that's what you're wondering. But they can be a great help to you."

"You're exaggerating, Thalia…"

"I'm curious to see that…" the sheriff said

"All because I know a little about poisons," they sighed.

"Mmh, we'll see. In the meantime, I'll take your statement, Mrs Kedlan."

"No problem. Can Rei come along or do I have to be alone?"

"Since you're not a suspect, you can bring whoever you want."

"Then they're coming with me."

Galpin opened the door to his office and pulled the blinds wide open. A bright light flooded the room. He invited Thalia and Rei to sit down, which they did.

"Well, Mrs Kedlan, tell me what you know."

"Well, the boy who called the emergency room went to warn me and other teachers, and when I arrived, Mrs. Weems was lying in the greenhouse, and a manchineel tree was missing, but there was no sign of a crime. The thief knew the code of where the manchineel trees were put."

"What were you doing before?"

"I was in my classroom, correcting papers."

The policeman wrote everything down on a sheet of paper, Rei was silent.

"Well, do you know if Mrs Weems has any enemies?"

"I don't know of any. And even though we are not necessarily well regarded, she is well respected."

"I see, so you believe in the hypothesis of a robbery gone wrong?"

"I don't," Rei cut in.

The Sheriff opened his mouth and took a few seconds. He leaned back in his chair, put his pen and elbows on the table, put his hands together and intertwined his fingers before speaking.

"Why did he do this?"

"Why, when the thief had a manchineel tree in their hands, would they use nightshade to poison Mrs. Weems?"

"What do you mean?"

Avareida crossed her legs, sinking into her seat.

"The thief knew the code, so they came from inside the school. Mrs. Weems wouldn't have suspected them until they took the manchineel, and so wouldn't have stood in their way. This means that she interfered after they took the manchineel. Now, when you have a manchineel tree in your hands, you don't try to poison with belladonna."

"Why not?"

"If they had just thrown the manchineel at Mrs Weems, she would have been out of the way. For ever. A manchineel tree is toxic enough to poison you if you stay under it. Anyway, you'd better wait for the potential witnesses to wake up. Starting with Mrs Weems. She'll probably know what happened."

The sheriff nodded.

"Of course, but I like to get a head start…"

"It's possible that the botany teacher or the normie attacked her and stole the manchineel tree… That would fit very well with the fact that she attacked her and knew the code. And it would be the normie who poisoned her because…"

Thalia nudged her. Avareida fell silent.

"I have no more questions. You may go."

"Thank you, Sheriff Galpin."

Thalia stood up, Rei followed. They left the place.

"Rei, the normie was her son."

"Oh… Damn. You think I should go apologize?"

"No, it should be fine. You couldn't have known."

"You want to go to the hospital now?"

"Yeah, I'm just gonna stop by and buy her some flowers first. Then I can show you the plant shop, I think you'll like it."

"You know how to talk to me…"

Thalia smiled and walked towards a small shop on a street corner. Huge bunches of poppies, lavender and craspedias indicated that it was the beginning of summer. Avareïda liked poppies, especially pink, wild poppies. They found them particularly charming. They decided to buy some flowers for Mrs. Weems. Their friend went straight to the counter and ordered an assortment of peonies. Rei, on the other hand, walked slowly through the potted plants of different sizes and shapes. Crassulas, bonzaïs of all kinds, everything smelled of soil and humidity. The tables on which large bunches of leaves were placed to embellish the bouquets were made of rough wood. A few everlastings were drying, hanging from the ceiling. They remembered that Larissa had always liked immortals. Rei approached the counter.

"What can I do for you?" the florist asked with a smile.

"I would like a small bouquet of Calendula officinalis and Helichrysum stoechas."

"What colour should the marigolds be?"

"Yellow and orange please."

"Well, I'll make your bouquets, if you'll wait a few minutes."

"No problem," Thalia said

The florist disappeared into the back of the shop. Avareida continued her little observations.

"Rei, who are the flowers for?"

"For Mrs. Weems, I felt bad coming to the hospital without bringing anything."

"But you don't even know her?"

"What's the big deal?"

"And what flowers did you ask for?"

"Marigolds and shrubby everlastings."

"Why shrubby everlastings?"

Rei pointed to the little yellow flowers hanging from the ceiling.

"Because they don't wilt. That way, even if she doesn't wake up for several months, she can enjoy them. The marigolds will be dead, of course. And I like immortals. Besides, surviving belladonna poisoning, although it depends on the dose, is quite an achievement."

"Hm. A student injected her with physo… stuff. Apparently it stabilized her well and kept her from deteriorating."

"Physostigmine. He had the right reflex."

"What's physostigmine?"

"A poison found in Calabar beans."

Seeing the expression of incomprehension on Thalia's face, they continued.

"A vine of the bean family that grows in the tropical forests of Africa."

"But… why a poison?"

"Oh, it's a poison that has the opposite effect to belladonna. Belladonna slows the heart rate, Calabar bean increases it. It's what is used to treat atropine toxicity in general. If he'd put too much on her, it might have killed her, but if he hadn't put any on her at all, she'd probably have died anyway. It was a risk to take. You'll have to reward the boy."

"I see, fighting fire with fire."

"Sort of, yeah."

"So she was incredibly lucky that someone who knew about this came along…"

"You have no idea," Rei murmured thoughtfully.

The florist returned, their bouquets in hand. Thalia paid for her bouquet, Rei paid for hers.

"Say, florist lady," Rei asked, "do you have a loyalty card or something? I might come here regularly."

"Oh, yes, I do."

She pulled out a small card with a sunflower on it from behind the counter and applied two bramble stamps.

"Every 10 dollars you get a stamp, after 10, you get 10 dollars free. The first stamp is automatic."

"Thank you very much."

"You're welcome. Have a nice day."

"Have a nice day."

Thalia and Rei walked out of the little shop, each holding a bouquet. The streets began to fill up slowly. Rei was pensive. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Thalia that he knew Mrs. Weems. He was waiting to see if the woman had changed.

"Rei, shall we take my car to the hospital?"

"Shall we? Yes, I don't know where it is anyway."

"It's not far, we could walk but it takes about half an hour. I'd rather take the car, I'm in heels."

"I'm in heels too."

"Perfect, I parked it near the café."

Avareida followed her friend to the car, thinking about her last real conversations with Larissa.

"You can't, it's not normal to be like this."

"I didn't choose, Rissa, I'm sorry…"

"Stay away from me, you're disgusting."

"But… Rissa…"

"LArissa, for you. You know what, don't talk to me anymore. I don't want to be friends with your kind."

They shuddered, hoping that their old friend had changed. After all, they hadn't seen each other for almost thirty years. They couldn't hate her, even after all that time. Larissa had been a great support to them. She had helped them to integrate, which was more difficult with the two classes they had skipped. It was thanks to Larissa that they had a more or less normal school life. They had always gotten along with her very well. A smile passed over their lips as they remembered the nightly trips to the forest, the times they'd skipped school to go shopping, the coffees they'd had together. Rei shook their head. Yes, their relationship had been good for them. Not everything about Larissa Weems was a waste.

"Rei? Is everything all right?"

"Is it? Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about my years at Nevermore."

"Oh, come to think of it, did you know Larissa when you were there?

"From a... certain distance, I know she was there, I might have talked to her once or twice, but I'm not sure. She was already 18 when I entered the academy, I was only 13. I only had two years in common with her."

"That's right, I forgot that you were younger than me."

"When you're around 40…"

"Shh, don't talk about that, I'm still 20 in my head."

Avareida burst out laughing. Thalia frowned as she unlocked her car. Rei climbed into the front passenger seat.

"And that was an old person's sentence."

"That's right, just mess with me. Just because you're four years younger than me doesn't mean you can. Watch out, time's catching up with you."

"Okay, boomer."

"So, shall we go to that hospital?"

"Well, get going, old girl."

Thalia grunted and turned on the ignition. As the car approached the hospital, Rei became lost in thought again. Thirty years had passed. But Larissa was not a forgettable character. Shit, they thought. They didn't want to risk loving her again. Yet they couldn't help but wonder how much she had changed.

"Say, Thalia. Are you still dating that other teacher?"

"Elizabeth? Yes, still. I mean, it's been a few weeks."

"And… your principal is okay with it?"

"She doesn't know about it. It's still new, we haven't told anyone around here, we don't want it to get out amongst our colleagues. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if she was a lesbian."

"She? Lesbian?"

"Why does that shock you so much?"

"I don't know, I'd heard stories about her love for Gomez Addams, at the time, that's all."

Rei smiled a little. Of course she were a lesbian. They'd guessed it, at the time. But Larissa had locked herself in her closet so much that they'd come to believe it.

"Mmm… I don't know… But my gaydar rarely deceives me. You know, we're pretty close, though. Larissa is someone I like and respect very much. I think I can count her among my friends. She has a courage that I don't have and…"

Thalia's voice caught in her throat.

"God, I'm so glad she's not dead. The academy wouldn't have been the same without her."

"I hope she wakes up soon, then."

"Yes…"

Thalia parked the car in the hospital's large car park and got out. Rei followed her into the building. The hospital smelled clean and new. There was no smell of dirt, no smell of damp. It was all white. They were given the room number: room 128. They walked to the lift, without speaking.

The room was clean. Larissa was lying on her bed in a white patient's gown, her eyes closed, tubes in her nose and arms. A machine on the side was going "beep…beep…beep…beep…", as the lines representing her heartbeat distorted into spikes. Thalia readjusted her hat, which she had refused to remove at the reception desk, explaining her gorgon situation, and placed her bouquet in a vase, on the small cabinet next to the main one. Rei did the same. And then their eyes roamed over the principal's body. She had changed, yes. But she was still as beautiful… Very tall, too. Rei estimated her at almost 6"3. They were only a poor 5"7 feet tall.

"Get well soon, Larissa. The academy needs you again," Thalia said, as if the principal could hear her.

A nurse entered the room and motioned for the Gorgon to follow her.

"I'll be right back, Rei."

Rei nodded and left. They took the opportunity to take a closer look at their former friend's features. She was beautiful…

"So you're a lesbian, huh? You should have admitted it to yourself earlier, stupid. You'd better get over it soon. I think I'd like to see you again. You're lucky, I could have hated you."

They left the room to wait for Thalia, who soon returned with a smile on her face.

"Her condition is completely stabilised and she is starting to recover. She even showed signs of brain activity in some places that indicate a near awakening. She'll probably be back with us in a few days!"

Rei smiled. They loved to see their friend so happy. And the thought of Larissa waking up made them happy too.

#larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems #the Path of Poisons

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koneko-dreams · 3 months

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The Potion Incident

Need to read (Clickable)-->Character introductions first before proceeding or else you won't know what is happening. And, Read hashtags please.

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Summary: When your brain tricks you of reading a different ingredient be like- There's no harm though- Or is there?

Warning: Cussing(Kinda), two OC'S being dumbfounded, blood(?) Or scar(?), Suggestive(y'know y'know- for only one reaction), May not be canon reactions, Biased, Slight angst at the end, Someone being doomed at the end etc.

Characters: Koneko, Arien(friend's oc), Lilia, Silver, Crewel and rest of Diasomnia crew.

KD: Had motivation so- 👍 that made me have a writer's block at some point while making this- So props for @arimanhwa for helping me by being my co-writer for this (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)💕✨ and being my daily reminder-

How much time it took: January 28-February 14. (I know. It's very long.)

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In Alchemy class:

Arien and Koneko were picked as pairs in Alchemy class. "Let's see... Moon dust, Silver dust, Luna Moth, Perrywinkle..." Koneko reads the ingredients off of the textbook while Arien places the ingredients in the cauldron. "And.. Rose of Jericho." Koneko said, Arien placing the final ingredient in the cauldron and it omitted a strange color. "Uhh- Something's wrong." Arien said silently panicking, as Koneko looks at the textbook again. "Shit- I read it wrong. It was Rose Petals-" But it was too late as the cauldron exploded in smoke. Making Crewel running to check it out, ready to discipline whoever the fu- messed up.

"Cough, cough- What is up with this smoke?- cough-" Said by someone whose voice is turning deep. "And why is my voice so deep?" Now that the smoke is clearing, you could now see who is talking and it looks like- A guy that looks like Koneko(?) "I should've known it was the wrong ingredient..." Said by someone who looks like Arien but genderbent(?) Who was also coughing from the smoke. Nonetheless, after clearing their headache, they looked up to see Crewel looking not very impressed. "...I am disappointed on how it almost destroyed my class, But must say that I am quite proud... Somewhat." Crewel said, making the two confused. "Crewel-sensei, I apologize for the explosion, it was truly my fault as I was in charge of reading the ingredients but- what do you mean by you're proud?-" The guy who looks like Koneko asked. "For one, the potion worked. Two, it's a newly discovered potion seeing as you both are now in a different gender so, Good boys!" As Crewel praised how they found a new recipe, the two of them were left dumbfounded.

Alright let's get this out of the way first. Genderbend Koneko is called "Kinsley" and Genderbend Arien is called "Arthur". Though this will be just on the reader's perspective since they(Koneko and Arien) have never told them their genderbend names before.

"Well- No wonder my voice sounds so deep." Said by which seems like Kinsley now. "Are you alright there, Arien?" She(or is it he now?) Asked, lending her(him?) a hand. "Yep- Just a headache-" Said by Arthur, taking Kinsley's hand but touched the liquid from the potion with his other hand which made it fuckin' have a third-degree(dramatic) burn. "You clumsy a—" Anyway- Arthur yelped when his hand touched the liquid but it may leave a scar so for now it's just a wound- as Kinsley pulls Arthur from the ground, giving him a glare from his clumsiness before asking Crewel for how long the potion would last. Which he responded, Atleast two days. "That's a long time..." Kinsley mumbled. "Anyway, let's get you to the infirmary." "Wai-" Kinsley said as he drags(Literally) Arthur all the way to the infirmary so that he can have his damn wound get healed.

After a few good minutes, Kinsley is sitting down, and is currently accompanying Arthur in the infirmary while Arthur is getting his wound treated when all of a sudden a number of students(who are the Diasomnia group) barges in through the infirmary in which made Arthur flinch and Kinsley expecting this to happen as he sipped on his tea(where in hell did he get that from?-).

Both boys, looking at the door, containing their friends, the other two being more than a friend.. As they look at the door, confused, all boys were flabbergasted.

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Their reaction to Koneko's genderbend:

Lilia Vanrouge (Romantic/Suggestive bcs yes.)

{KD: Cough- Since Lilia is canonically bisexual- wink wink- Hint HINT}

Lilia looked Kinsley up and down and-

Let's say his reaction to Koneko's genderbend was—

"Lilia- Take this seriously, please-" Said by Kinsley, "Kufufu~ Even your voice has changed, my dear~ And I say that it is very attractive. Kufufu~" Lilia said, hovering above the ground(Height difference real lol-) and hugging Kinsley from the back. "Sigh- Whatever-" "Now, don't be like that, dear~ I can get used to this~" He said while chuckling, Kinsley just sighed and sipped on his tea, not bothered by it though his words say differently. "Fufu~ And, since this will last atleast two days, what more than spend our time together, hm?" Lilia said in a whisper through Kinsley's ear with a suggestive tone (I screamed-) in which made Kinsley choke on his tea.(Understandable)

"LILIA!" Said by Kinsley in a not so loud of a voice that it can be heard by the whole crowd but just enough for it to be loud for Lilia as he turned around to look at him with wide eyes and a small blush forming on his cheeks. That damn man just giggled and said- "Whattt?~ Can't I appreciate my darling now that she's in a different gender?~ As you know, I am attracted to both genders, Kufufu~" He said in a playful manner, having both of his arms raised in a surrender motion. "Sigh- Now you're making me lean on what you acted like in the past.." Kinsley said, going back in position and drinking his tea. "My love, you know that's not true~ You love me just the way I am~" Lilia said playfully, hovering and hugging Kinsley from behind again, "Or did you love how I was being rough to you back then, hm? My dear? You know you can just ask~ I'll gladly fulfill your wish~"(Yes, that kind of rough you're thinking if you went to that part of your brain-) Lilia whispered in a tease as Kinsley on the other hand, flustered and pushing Lilia's head away from his ear. Blushing.

KD: I got BRAINROT writing this part SBSJDBKSNAKS- Hope y'all like it fellow Lilia simps ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)👍✨

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Malleus Draconia (Platonic)

He had to blink a few times to process it- His other tutor/teacher has just changed gender. How crazy is that?

"Do I look that bad?" Asked by Kinsley with a sigh and a bit of a blush because of the damn suggestive thing earlier- (Cue Lilia giggling in the background and Malleus definitely did not hear anything earlier-) "It's not because of that. It's because this is quite a new thing that I am having a hard time adjusting."(No shit- She[Koneko] has been with him all his life- including Lilia ofc) Malleus explained himself. "I see. Well, I thank you for checking up on me, Malleus." Kinsley thanks Malleus and Malleus says your welcome. ("In truth, you surprisingly look dashing, Koneko." "Why thank you, Malleus ✨.")

KD: Yes it's short.

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Silver (Platonic)

When I tell you boi is flabbergasted, he was. Boi was looking at Kinsley with wide open eyes. Literally trying to process everything.

"Uh- is something wrong with my look, Silver? Why are you looking at me like that?-" Kinsley asked with one eyebrow raised and with a puzzled expression that made Silver snap back into reality by blinking once and twice and even shaking his head before replying, "No- no. I am.. Only trying to process everything." Silver responded, being calm now as he has already processed everything. "Ah, I see." Kinsley said, being understanding before drinking his tea. After drinking his tea, he placed it down on his saucer before saying, "Oh, right. Since I will be stuck as my genderbend for atleast two days, you may call me father as well." (Eheheh- Silver has two dads now- for two days-) Kinsley said, drinking his tea again(Is that tea unlimited or something?-) while Silver just stood there like a statue- just realizing it.(Cue Lilia chuckling in the background)

KD: Ehehehehehhe- HE HAS TWO DADS- ehem- It's kinda short- apologies.

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Sebek Zigvolt (Platonic)

"KONEKO-SAMA, YOUR ATTRACTIVENESS SURPASSES AMONG THE BEAUTIES FROM THE WORLD ITSELF AND KNOWN THAT YOU ARE TRULY THE FINEST ART EVEN IN YOUR GENDERBEND FORM!"(Of course, wakasama still stands at the peak of all—"

Sebek said, proudly in his usual volume of a voice that made Kinsley cover his ears due to him having sensitive hearing- adding to that, his super hearing- "I appreciate the compliment but please- lower down the volume-" Kinsley said, his ears still ringing- "Ah- yes. Ahem- My apologies for that."

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Their reaction to Arien's genderbend/wound-:

Lilia Vanrouge (Platonic)

Before he can even react to Arien's genderbend, man rushed to check if he's(Arthur) alright. Like a father would to their child. "Are you alright!? Does the wound hurt? Will it leave a scar?!" Lilia asked worriedly as he frantically checked the bandaged wound. "It's just a little injury- no need to go this far on checking it." Arthur said, trying to ease his worries. "Nonsense, sweetie pie. Even such a small thing can be dange—" Before Lilia could finish what he was saying, he suddenly took notice of his(Arthur) appearance (Cause he was busy worrying about the wound that he didn't notice-). "Oh my. My, my, my~ My dear future daughter-in-law sweetie pie has quite the appearance!" Lilia said, praising Arien for her genderbend appearance. "Kufufu~ now I wonder how Silver would react to this~" Lilia mumbled with his usual smile on his face while Arthur is just left confused.

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Malleus Draconia (Platonic)

"Child of man, are you alright? Though your wound is already bandaged, does it still hurt?" Malleus asked, checking up on him, trying to help if needed while Arthur responded, "Nope, it doesn't hurt" saying it casually. "That is good to know. I suggest that you better be careful from now on, for your own safety, child of man. Though, on a different topic, you look rather dashing if I say so myself." Malleus commented. (HUMAN! YOU BETTER BE GRATEFUL THAT WAKASAMA HAVE BESTOWED UPON YOU HIS COMPLIMENTS!-) "Mhm, I will Mal and thank you." Arthur said with a smile. Thanking Malleus for the compliment. Definitely not because of someone screaming in the background-.

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Silver (Romantic)

Silver's immediate reaction was- Running towards Arthur in a hurry (May or may not have tripped on the way- Man's falling asleep as he runs-) and saying in a very worried tone "Are you alright?- Can I help you in any way?- I will do my very best to help." He said in a very determined way as he checks the bandaged wound on Arthur's hand thoroughly. "Ah- I'm fine, Koneko(Kinsley) did bring me to the infirmary to make sure my hand was treated. Thank you for worrying though, Silv." Arthur said, reassuring Silver that he was fine. "Damn right I did- That wound would've been infected for Hell's sake if I were a second late-" Kinsley said, joining in on this conversation.(After recovering from that- suggestive thing earlier-) "I meannn I was taking the the risk,(A glare from Kinsley) kidding, kidding. Thank youuu 'King-san'.(Use of creative nickname confirmed that is absolutely related to her(his?) Title. Just genderbent)" Arthur said in a joking tone while Kinsley is holding his glare towards him "You better be." Kinsley said before sighing. "Well, with that aside.. Ahem- When am I having grandchildren?" Kinsley asked seriously. "Ooooh~ I'm interested in this conversation Kufufu~" Lilia butted in, still hugging Kinsley from behind. "EHHH??! SO SUDDENLY!??" Arthur shouts, but not that loud. "...where did that come from." Silver's face was like a sleepy btch face, yet if you look really closely, there would be a tiny blush. "...Of course, not right now since you'll be in your genderbend form for two days-" Kinsley clarified- "But we still expect grandchildren though." He added with a glare. "...I mean- okay- I guess.. Both of you are ready to be grandparents." Arthur place his gaze somewhere with sweat forming on his forehead(Pressure to the MAX) knowing someone would glare.

Arien/Arthur:

While Lilia on the other hand is playfully teasing poor Silver.

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Sebek Zigvolt (Platonic)

"HUMAN! THOUGH I CAN SEE THAT YOUR HAND IS BANDAGED, I WILL STILL ASK IF YOU'RE ALRIGHT IN ANY WAY" ("As wakasama said so!")

"I'm alright, Sebek-sama, this will heal maybe a month." Arthur said which made Kinsley but in- "A MONTH!?-" which made Arthur flinch and just looked at the other way saying, "Or who knows when it will heal-". That made everyone, especially Kinsley and Silver concerned. Even though they were concerned about the little joking he made, someone sure knows who made him like this, it's definitely not his own grandma who caused this behavior- I mean Arthur was just young back then & that woman traumatized her own nephew, the son of her very own daughter yet as if it was like arthur was hiding a big secret behind that smile.

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"Alright. Enough of that, my child needs rest. Shoo! Everyone shoo!" Said by Kinsley as he forcefully made everyone leave the infirmary so that Arthur could get some rest. After getting everyone out, Kinsley went back to Arthur, standing beside the bed and looking down at him, and said, "Arien De Valentine." That sh- made Arthur FLINCH. "We'll have a talk after this." Said by Kinsley menacingly- That made Arthur have the "I am so doomed" face.

Arien/Arthur again:

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KD: YESSS I'M FINALLY DONE AFTER 16 DAYS- I can rest in peace 😇🕊️✨ Have fun finding your Valentine's dearies!

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After Shine Part 1 (Damian Priest x OC) (Eventual The Judgment Day x OC)

Danika

June 16, 2018 - Dallas, Texas

She’d been back from Japan maybe five days, and was riding the uplifting high of being close enough to California she swore she could smell her momma's cooking. Tonight was going to be amazing, she could feel it in her bones, she wasn’t exactly sure why Cage had sent her on the road with his talent, when a group of them decided to work Ring of Honor, but she’d spent the last year touring with some of the most irritating bastards she’d ever met (she sort of loved it though). The move to New York almost two summers ago, alone and in the big city, had been disarming. She swore looking back she’d spent most of the first two months crying herself to sleep.

Danny Cage had been a friend of her fathers, sort of, and he’d ‘taken her in’ out of respect for how famous her dad really was. He hadn’t actually known what to do with an almost eighteen-year old girl who wasn’t at all interested in the limelight of the ring. It’s how she became an Influencer, she supposed, they traveled constantly, so she started a blog, and back then she could make little short stories with some of Cage’s younger talent. There was one man, Martinez, that she tended to stick close to. He was large and big, and just this side of dangerous, but he’d saved her ass more than once in Japan - she’d never forget the night he punched some handsy Englishman for copping a feel of her, when she’d come to collect them from a bar.

The thing about Martinez was he didn’t want her around, not really. But she was always underfoot. She wanted him to win, he had the power and the drive, and fuck the charisma once he got stared in the ring - he was damn hard not to look at. The thing was, he was mean. And more often than not she suffered for her attempts at helping him, but there were days (sometimes even two in a row) where he would talk with her in Spanish about his home, about his familia, about who he wanted to be, and in turn she told him stories of her familia, of being adopted by a huge Latino family, and how lucky she was. Then there were rushed mornings, where she was tossing women (sometimes multiple) out of his hotel room, and running around doing last minute checks to see if he had anything, before corralling the still intoxicated, angry bull of a man toward the taxi.

“Hey, kid, you're dad’s on the phone!” Cage shouted, and motioned to his cell phone - her’s was dead.

“Thanks, Mr. Cage.” She hurried to him, around the pool, side stepping the large man in question who was drinking before ten in the morning, stretched out over a lounger, he shot her a smile, which made her blush. “Papi?” She said into the phone, a grin pulling at her face as the familiar noise of home sounded behind her.

“Hola, Danika, we are going to come tonight to the matches, Dominik wants to see you.” She smiled warmly, Cage was just going to love hosting the Mysterio familia. “How was Japan?” She launched into telling him all about the customs and their version of wrestling, and how she’d met Chris Jericho, and boy was he protective of her, she talked about the fashion and all the gifts she’d brought back for them, but mostly she asked about her younger sister Lainey, who Dominik had been visiting with while she’d been out of the country (six months in Japan was longer than she’d anticipated).

“We are actually going to bring her with us tonight.” Danika’s heart soared damn near out of her chest. “And Cage has agreed, you need a vacation, so while we have custody of Delainey and are waiting to figure out what’s going to happen with your mom, you're coming home tonight.” She couldn’t help but grin even wider, after they talked a bit more, and she got off the phone, she wandered back to the pool, settling onto the lounge next to Martinez.

“¿Qué te tiene tan feliz, pequeña?”

She shot Martinez a look, she knew he knew English, probably more than he let on, she responded in kind, “Mi familia is coming to the show tonight, and I’m going home for a while afterward.” The man lowered his sunglasses to look her over, he shot her a toothy grin, it both unsettled her and made her want to vibrate out of her skin, “I might even miss you.” She admitted, after a long moment.

May 21, 2020

Danika Wesson moved through her bedroom technically cleaning up, she’d finished her weekly list of projects from AEW’s Talent Development and had set up social media accounts for several new talents under him as well as worked with them to do their first videos and pictures. She herself had spent the day doing an unboxing of new Mysterio gear for YouTube. She had to have the whole bedroom cleaned and in top shape for the weekend because she was getting a weekend visit with Lainey. Now, with a pregnancy test clutched in her hand she was pulling all the laundry into her arms and headed for the bathroom she shared with Dom and Aalyah. Her room was still covered in more Mysterio merchandise than she would like, but she’d get over it.

Living with the Mysterio’s had been… an adjustment in her youth. Now she was just the third kid in the second floor of the house who did laundry because it was Dom’s job to clean the bathroom and Aalyah’s job to vacuum their floor. “Dominik!” She called over her shoulder, Aalyah was mercifully in her bedroom ignoring them. Dominik appeared in his doorway, basketball shorts and a comfortable looking gray short sleeve shirt. “Help?” She gave him a curious look, he glanced at the maybe seven articles of clothing she was holding with a raised eyebrow. “I need your help, Dominik, in the bathroom.”

“Oh.” She watched as his eyes widened a bit, a mischievous smile on his face like he thought they were going to mess around (they were not doing anything remotely sexy with either Aalyah or Angie in the house, she had rules), then he was following behind her. She let him open the door, in their teen years they had spent a lot of time being fussed at for being in the bathroom together, and with old habits dying hard, Dominik immediately locked the door behind him as she tossed the laundry into her purple hamper. “So no period then.” He cocked his head to the side, looking down at Danika, who hadn’t really thought much about their height difference until recently.

She cut her eyes at him, “Wow, Captain Obvious. Glad to see you have made it to the party.” She rolled her eyes, and stepped closer to him, “Do you really think I would risk moms wrath by sharing the bathroom with you otherwise.” She pinched his chest, above his left nipple, another holdover from their youth when they pushed boundaries of friendship often too far. Or at least Angie, their shared mother, had thought they were pushing boundaries back then, relatively speaking things had been pretty tame. Sharing food, Dominik reading to her while she was taking a bubble bath, tickling and shoving at each other, once they handcuffed themselves to each other, and there was a whole summer they spent reenacting scenes from Jackass.

Dominik snickered, “You could have just agreed. A nice yeah Dominik you're right I didn’t have my period this month would have been fine.” He had morphed his voice into something resembling a girl but it sounded more hilarious than accurate.

“I don’t sound like that.” She huffed but grinned at him nonetheless, “And it’s been two months.”

“Well that’s a bit more serious than I thought.” He moved to sit on the sink, another thing Angie would have their asses for, sinks and counters were not made for butts. “Are you sure it’s not what happened when we were younger?” His voice was a bit worried now, “You went like five months without a period then had like… cyst or something.” Bless his heart, he was trying.

She gave him an appraising look, “I mean I guess it could be but Dr. Keyes removed my right ovary and all that jazz.” She shrugged. “I have a test, figure we might as well do this now.” She brandished the test at him only for him to yank it out of her hand, he immediately tore into the box and started reading the instructions. Never let it be said Dominik didn’t love to know everything. “You gonna share with the class?” She pointed at the directions.

“You just pee on the stick.” He shoved it back at her, “Once you do that, we just wait two minutes.”

She took the pregnancy test and narrowed her eyes at him. “I know we fucked multiple times but I dunno if I want you to hear me pee…” There was a bit of desperation edging into her voice.

Dominik laughed, hard. “I can pee in the tub while you pee on the stick. We can pee together.”

“I hate you.” She snickered, “By all means pee in the tub, heathen.” She waited for Dominik to climb off the sink and slowly walk around her to head for the tub, he wrenched the shower open just as she pushed her yoga pants and underwear down. “How do you even…” She trailed off as she figured out how to hold the stick and not pee on her hand. Settling down over the toilet, pointedly facing away from Dom and the tub, she cleared her throat, “Together or whatever.”

It was weird. She was so relieved to drop the test in the sink and clean herself off, she closed tre toilet and sat on it, before pulling the test back into her hands, and folding her hands around it, protecting it from view, while Dom moved back to sit on the sink, his shorts back in place. “Two minutes.” He set the timer as he kicked his legs out looking like a much younger boy than the 23 year old man he was.

“Two minutes.” She agreed, “So did you talk to Megan? Are you two gonna patch things up?”

“Negative ghost rider.” Dominik offered as he looked up toward the ceiling, “She uh, well she didn’t like me being on the road and she hated our friendship. Like how am I supposed to explain that my parents adopted you but you aren’t my sister when Aalyah introduces you as our sister to everyone.”

“Tough break, boo.” She offered almost sweetly. Megan and Dom had been on and off since they were in tenth grade. Danika was honestly happy to see her gone, not because she wanted to be Dominik’s girlfriend but because Megan had a tendency to make Dominik’s life hell. In fact Danika had only just managed to talk him out of marrying the monster the previous Christmas.

“You get all your work done?” Dominik asked not so subtly to change the subject.

She let him have it, “You mean the unboxing for Rey and the stuff for AEW? Yeah. I got it finished.” She let out a long sigh, “I think Cody has more talent he wants me to fly out and meet.” She admitted, “So I can finish setting up the accounts and can finish getting everyone started on their socials, plus Cody wants me to do a series of soundbites for him.”

Dominik hummed, “You should have finished going to school for filmography.”

“Shoulda, woulda, coulda.” She hummed, impatiently, “How much longer?”

“Like a whole ‘nother minute.” Dominik turned his attention back to her, “Do you want kids?”

“That’s an odd question, considering we are sort of on a knife blade here.” Danika huffed, “I mean, yeah, I like the idea of kids, I don’t want kids that… I don’t want kids with someone who I’m not sure is going to be around, I don’t want a repeat of my childhood.”

Dominik was silent after that, contemplating what she had said, she would bet. He had wanted to be a dad since literally the third grade. His phone alarm went off, announcing they could look at the test, Danika didn’t move, her whole body was frozen, it felt like moving was impossible. Dominik, thankfully, grabbed the test from her folded hands. “Oh.” He whispered, before he climbed off the counter, and knelt in front of her, “Danika, am I someone who you think is always going to be around?”

She jerked the test out of his grasp and looked down, two pink lines. “Oh.” She let out a little giggle, “Well, Dominik, I think I made another one of your dreams come true.”

Dominik was silent again, “We don’t have to do this.” He cupped her face, “I want you to be happy too, we both know I’ve wanted kids since I was like seven, but…” He trailed off, “If you aren’t ready for this, then I’m not ready for this.” He assured her.

Before she could answer there was a harsh pounding on the door, “I have to pee!” Aalyah shouted.

“GO DOWNSTAIRS!” Dominik and Danika both screamed back at her.

“OH MY GOD, MOM, DOM AND DANI ARE IN THE BATHROOM TOGETHER!”

“Dios, she gets older but does she get any more mature?” Danika hissed, but leaned into Dominik’s hands, “I want to have children with you, I’ll give you all the babies you want, I know we aren’t in love like that, but I do love you, unconditionally and forever. I know you won’t-”

“MOM!” Aalyah shouted, followed by, “MAMI!”

“Dios.” Dominik grabbed the test and shoved it into his basketball shorts pocket, he hauled Danika to her feet, unlocked the bathroom door, and yanked it open to glare down at Aalyah, “Being the bratty little sister should end at eighteen.” He snapped, “We are both over eighteen, and can be in the bathroom alone or together if we wa-”

Angie had climbed to the second floor, and was looking between the three of them, “¿Qué son todos los gritos?”

“They were in the bathroom together, again, with the door locked.” Aalyah looked positively excited to say it aloud, Danika rolled her eyes violently from where she was hiding behind Dominik.

“Mom,” Dominik sighed, “I was helping Danika with something, yes it was in the bathroom, yes the door was locked, her belly ring got messed up, she lost the ball and we had to change it.” He offered unamused. “Now, if you could just move-'' He made to push around Aalyah, who pushed back, the jostling dislodged the pregnancy test which he hadn’t put into his pocket properly.

Danika wanted to scream, she reached for the test at the same time Aalyah did, the younger girl snatching it out of her grasp, “OH MY GOD, YOU'RE PREGNANT!”

“Can we stop screaming?” Danika snapped, she grabbed the test and pulled it back.

Angie was talking in spanish far to fast for her to keep up with, but she caught the jist of it - Angie was bemoaning the fact that she’d let Rey talk her into adopting a street kid from the wrong side of San Diego, with a dash of the shame that Danika would bring to their name (although she largely used the Wesson last name publically, legally she had been adopted by the Mysterios, making her legal last name Gutiérrez).

Dominik glared at Aalyah then looked directly at his mom, “Detener. Danika está embarazada de mi hijo.”

Angie looked for a moment like she’d been slapped, “You're child?” She clutched at her heart, “What?”

Dominik and Danika shared a look, with Danika shrugging her shoulders, Dominik had opened this can of worms so he could close it. “When Megan and I broke up I was heartbroken, Danika and I might have drank that bottle of tequila we told you we didn’t drink.” Her eyes widened, “And we uh, well…” He looked at Danika for support, she instead sent Jefe a text message, Rey would be home within the next few minutes, and she could tell this was going to be a fight the level of a Latino telenovela if the man didn’t come sooth his wife, quickly. “Look, before that we’d never had sex, and we’ve sort of messed around since then, but-”

“Eres hermano y hermana.” Angie looked close to tears.

“Legally, yes.” Danika agreed, “Biologically, no. We’ve tried to explain this to you multiple times. We don’t see each other as siblings, yes both of us look at Aalyah like our little sister, but Mom, we are best friends.”

Angie shook her head, “Tendrás que casarte ahora.”

The front door opened and closed, downstairs, the alarm system pinged to let them know. “We are not getting married.” Dominik countered, irritated. “It’s not happening, we aren’t in love.” Dominik snapped, his voice going hard, “We are never going to get married.”

“Hey, now, we have an agreement about your fortieth birthday.” Danika wiggled her eyebrows at him, “If you haven’t gotten married by the time you're forty and I’m thirty-eight we will get married.”

Rey snickered as he joined them, “I remember this agreement, you two signed it in crayons.”

Dominik looked between his father and Danika, “Ok, well, we aren’t getting married right now.”

“Why would you get married, mi hijo?” Rey looked perplexed.

Seriously, it was a wonder to Danika that they didn’t have a WWE themed reality television show.

Aalyah chose that moment to cackle, “Because Dominik got her pregnant.”

There was a long stretch of Rey’s eyes darting between Dominik and Danika, with Angie sniffling to herself, and Aalyah pitched forward in a way that suggested she wished she had popcorn. Finally Rey cleared his throat, “What are we doing about this?”

“We hadn’t decided yet.” Dominik cleared his throat, “We were talking about our options and what we wanted to do when Aalyah started being her usual bratty self, and caused this whole argument.” Dominik explained, exasperated.

Rey hummed, “Danika, cariño, what do you want to do?”

“Jefe, I would like Dominik and I to talk about it privately, once we have a decision we will let you all know.” She cast her glance to Aalyah, “That’s my shirt, asshole, give it back.”

“You’ll be too fat to wear it.” Aalyah sang as she walked back to her room.

“I thought you had to go to the bathroom!” Dominik snapped after her.

Aalyah cackled, “I never had to pee, I just heard you two talking in the bathroom and knew the door would be locked.”

“Oh, you little-” Danika made to give chase, but Dominik caught her around her middle.

“Not so fast,” He tutted, “You're carrying my child, and I don’t want the little bean to inherit whatever ridiculous gene it is that makes you and Aalyah act like children all the time.”

“That’s rich.” Rey huffed, “You usually start their little fights.” Rey looked pointedly at Dominik, then at Angie, “We will support their choice, mi esposa, let them make it.” He took her arm and started to steer her down the stairs, “I will say, if you are going to give us grandchildren, at least let us do something Catholic for their birth.” With that Rey headed them down the stairs.

Danika growled under her breath, “Come on.” She tugged him back into the bathroom, and locked the door. She reclaimed her seat on the toilet, and motioned for him to kneel before her again, “Alright, take two.”

He snickered, “Danika Wesson Gutiérrez, my best friend, my soulmate, my hero, and my ride or die, would you do me the honor of having my baby?”

She burst out laughing, unable to hold it in, she laughed until she felt the tears start on her cheeks, “If you ever propose to anyone let me write the script for you, boo.” She giggled, “Alright, let’s do this, we’ve always been good together, you are my knight in shining armor, I mean you did ride across San Diego to the scary part of town to rescue me, and you punched that guy in ninth grade who told me I couldn’t be a Gutiérrez because I wasn’t Mexican, and you-”

He cut her off with a chaste kiss, just a press of their lips together, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” She nodded her head, their noses bumping, “Dominik, I’d be no one without you, I’ve always wanted to have kids, and if I were going to accidentally get pregnant, I am so glad it’s with you. Cause come hell or high water, as Uncle Adam says, we are always going to have each other's backs.” She nuzzled his nose, “Now aren’t you meant to be packing for SmackDown?”

He rolled his eyes, but stood, ruffling her red hair as he went. The both spilled back out of the bathroom, pushing at each other and laughing, until Dominik veered off into his room, no doubt to actually pack up for his and Rey’s upcoming flight. She headed back to her room, and gazed around the piles of Mysterio merchandise. Her life with the Mysterio’s might be a rollercoaster, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. She ran her hand over her flat stomach, mostly to reassure herself that there was a little baby growing in there.

Dominik had promised her adventures, when he came to rescue her on his bike when they were eleven and thirteen (with Dominik being the older one), and he’d yet to disappoint.

#After Shine #the judgment day fanfic #damian priest fanfic #rhea ripley fanfiction #dominik mysterio fanfiction #finn balor fanfiction

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Return To Sender : Chapter 4

Word Count: 2,123

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Warning: Language / SLIGHT SMUT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis / OC x Jerry

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Memphis August 1968

"Sorry, we're late..." Natalya whispered, walking up the steps to pick up her son. "No worries, Nat. Elvis and I were still up." Cecelia mentioned as she led her to Jesse's bedroom, "What were you two doing still up?" She didn't mean to say it, but it happened, "Reading, Sometimes Elvis has trouble sleeping, so I'll read to him until he falls asleep." Natalya nodded as she smiled. Every time the Presleys talked, she wanted to have just an ounce of their love for each other. "Was he good?" She asked as Cecelia smiled. "Perfect. Anytime we're here. And you want us to watch Jericho. You let us know." Cecelia winked, "You mean it?"

"Nat, when you become a friend with us, you become family,"

"Really..." Cecelia nodded,

"Next week, the girls and I are hanging around here for a girls night,"

"And Elvis?"

"He's having a boy's night, though sometimes we impose." She chuckled as Natalya smiled and hugged her. She finally found people who made her feel like she belonged,

"Thank you for everything..."

"Of course,"

"Say, could you keep Jericho next week, say. Friday?"

"You and Jerry, huh?" Elvis smirked.

It was Friday, and Jericho was running around with Elaine and Jesse as Cecelia had been writing songs and business proposals. "Hey, honey?" Elvis said as Cecelia looked up, "You're not still mad at me, are you?" Cecelia glanced at her husband and then saw the look on his face, "Disappointed, yes. But mad at you, no." She took his hand and kissed it,

"I'm sorry I peaked and found the gift you got me..."

"It's okay," Cecelia laughed, "I shouldn't have gotten so angry." Elvis kissed her cheek until they heard glass break, already knowing it had to be either Jesse or Elaine who broke it.

"Jericho did it!" was all they heard as Cecelia laughed, "And to think we wanted a third child," Elvis commented. However, on Audobond, Natalya was getting ready for her night with Jerry, which a part of her had butterflies about, and the other part said he was just a good friend, that was until he knocked. Jerry was standing there casually with the summer wind in his hair.

"I bought Rosé." He smiled,

"I have strawberry ice cream." She smiled. as he walked in. Her house was enchanting. There were pictures of her and Jericho, her degrees on the wall, awards, and such,

"I see you're very accomplished," He mentioned,

"Yeah! An overachiever." She mumbled,

"Nah, you're smart."He smiled, "I like that,"

"Uhm, so you hungry?"

"I could eat," Jerry smirked. She wasn't used to compliments anymore, as he could see, but she deserved it,

"So, how was your day?" Jerry asked, standing in the kitchen with her,

"Well. Jericho said he wanted to be in little league football." She laughed, "So I said. Well, I don't know, bud," her hands moving with her words, "But Jericho looked at me with those sad little eyes and," She looked at Jerry as he laughed, "Am I talking too much about him?"

"You're good. I played football as a kid, so if he needs any coaching, I could help." He winked, and she felt her heart race.

"That's kind of you. Jericho also has this father-son day coming up and..."

"I'll be there. Elvis is going anyways, so." Her knees were weak as she struggled to open the can of marinara sauce, a knife in her hand as she tried to pry it open,

"Here, let me." Taking the jar from her, he twisted the lid and gave it back to her. It had been too long since she had someone do that for her, "Thanks..." She blushed, taking a whiff of his cologne as she was dizzy with desire, but she couldn't. They were friends and nothing else.

After dinner, they were in her living room watching TV and putting her articles together, "I was thinking for the cover we have Cece El." She smiled as Jerry agreed, "Yeah, I like that. They're rarely on a cover together," he smiled, drinking his wine,

"Exactly, then... Open with their interview!"

"Nah nah nah, page 7 interview, make the people work to read it." He added, "Page one should be all about you as an independent magazine, your mission." Jerry smiled as Natalya nodded,

"You believe in me?"

"With all my heart, kid." He turned to look at her. Her body was on fire, "I-I see..." She blushed, knowing it was the wine, "It's hot in here. You want ice cream! I need ice cream..." Rushing to the kitchen she made a bowl and plopped a heavy amount in as she stuck two spoons in it. Jerry was laughing, he could tell she was into him, and he knew he needed to up his charm. As she sat back down and placed the bowl down she felt something wet on her body as she groaned,

"Great... I wasted the wine..."

"Not really..." Jerry smirked,

"What do you mean?"

"I could lick it off you..."

"You wouldn't..." She felt his tongue on her neck, "Dare..." her voice was breathy.

"I might..." His fingers fiddling with the zipper on her skirt as she tried to fight it, his scent wafting back into her nostrils as she bit her lip, her brain was on fire saying that they were friends until she felt his mouth licking the access wine off her stomach, slowly, her eyes focusing at how he was between her legs,

"You like that, huh?"

"Oh, eat me..." She blushed,

"As you wish," He smirked, feeling how wet she was getting, taking her panties off her as his mouth was on her clit, "Oh God..." Her eyes closed, and her body melted in pleasure, she hadn't been touched in so long. It felt like heaven just to have him under her skirt. She could feel his tongue lapping at her slick folds and her back already arching up to give him more access.

"Fuck... Jerry..." his fingers were inside her, plunging into her gushing wet cavern as he twirled his finger across her G-spot, causing her to writhe in pleasure, her legs shaking as if he'd had fucked her entirely,

"J-Jerry!"

"Hmm..."

"Right there!"

"Like this?" Speeding up his fingering as he heard her gasp and mewl and moan, his thumb twirling her clit as he could hear her getting closer,

"Baby, please!"

"Baby, huh..." That southern smirk on his face as he brought her to climax, crawling over to her to kiss her lips. The kiss was drunken, needy, wanting, yet savory as he bit at her lip,

"Pants off now..."

"Hmm?"

"Now..." She smirked as he winked, Jerry could feel his pants tighten at the tone of her words, as he watched her lick the spoon covered in ice cream Jerry could tell right away what she wanted, taking him from his pants, Natalya had a tinted blush on her face as Jerry giggled, he felt like a schoolboy again,

"What's funny?" She asked,

"Watching you blush." He grinned, "Nervous?"

"I know what I'm doing..." Natalya smirked, taking him in her mouth as she felt him hit the back of her throat a little,

"Let me adjust for you." He moved as she tried again, Jerry groaned as he felt the cool sensation of the ice cream on his shaft, she could taste his skin and the strawberry as she bobbed her head in rhythm to whatever song was playing on the TV commercial in the background. Jerry held her cheek as he felt her tongue on the tip slurping around the base, her eyes focused on him as he bit his lip. Natalya could feel him throbbing between her lips the more she slurped and popped, she was driving him crazy, and she knew it.

"Nat~" He moaned, his eyes fluttering as her hands twisted around him, she could feel him getting closer, and pulling away she added more ice cream in her mouth to hide the salty taste on her tongue.

"Shit... Did you just..."

"Mhmm..." She winked,

"Damn you, Dyer." He laughed,

"You started it, Schilling..."

"So, uh... advice?" Natalya asked. It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon with Rosa, Daphane, Carlotta, and Midge as Cecelia was in the kitchen grabbing drinks, "On what?" Midge wondered,

"Yeah on what?"

"So... You all know Jerry and I have been hanging out," Natalya said as Rosa giggled,

"Goodluck I dated him and-"

"You messed it up by going back to Scotty..." Midge added, "Continue Nat,"

"Well, do friends lick wine off you and then give you mind-blowing head..."

"NO!" Cecelia interjected,

"Says the girl who said Elvis's cocka-cola fell inside her back in 55..." Carlotta grumbled,

"You're just jealous..." Cecelia huffed, setting down drinks, "Mai-tai, an old-fashioned, metropolitan, and a lemonade for me."

"Y'all ever get drunk, and land with your face in some really good muff..."

"No..." Joe looked up from his beer as Red and Sonny laughed, Charlie blinked and Cheryl smirked, "Yes..."

"Jerry what the hell..." Elvis sighed, drinking his Pepsi-cola almost as if he were disgusted, "Two things E, ice cream blow job." Jerry smirked as Elvis blinked at him, "Oh come on E, the number of times I've walked in on you and Cece on set,"

"Well was it with Nat..." He asked as Jerry's smile widened, "Hell yeah, my boy, my boy," Elvis smirked.

"I mean it kinda fell in my mouth..." Natalya blushed, "Sure it did." Cecelia laughed as the rest of the girls did, "But, it felt so good like I need more of it."

"Southern men are like that," Rosa added as Daphane agreed,

"Really?"

"Married nine years with two kids, yes." Cecelia chuckled as Carlotta sighed. It wasn't that she didn't like this talk. She just didn't like her talking about Elvis,

"Carlotta, you okay?" Rosa asked

"Yeah..." She nodded in response,

"So, I invited Jerry to the kid's father-son lunch," Natayla smiled as the girls grinned,

"And..." Midge smirked,

"He invited himself. I know I keep saying Jerry and I are friends but..."

"But E, There's something about her," Jerry smiled, "She's so amazing, and I wanna do anything to keep her happy," Jerry said as Elvis nodded,

"Well, then do so." He shrugged. The men then stopped talking as they watched the kids playing football. Jerry watched Jericho who was struggling as he walked over to him,

"Jesse I'm not good at it ok..."

"Yes, you are." Jesse smiled,

"No, he's not." Elaine teased holding the ball,

"Is too!"

Is not!

"Is too!"

"Hey, what's going on here?" Jerry asked squatting to their level,

"I'm not good at football." Jericho pouted, "So, you're gonna quit before you start?" Jerry asked as Jericho shook his head in agreement,

"No, see things like this take practice..." He smiled,

"They do?"

"Yes, Jesse they do."He sighed as he then turned to face Jericho, "Listen, we don't give up okay, no matter how hard anything is, we don't give up."

"Okay..." Jericho nodded,

"So you know RCA's having a gala and-" Cecelia paused as she looked out in the backyard and saw the boys playing football, "Did Jerry just tackle Elvis..." Cecelia turned to look at Natalya, "I find that attractive..." Natalya smirked, the two walking outside to watch, "FOUL!"

"What Cheryl that ain't a foul!" Elvis grumbled,

"That's ten points to team Hound Dog," Cheryl smirked,

"Yes!" Jericho grinned high-fiving Jerry,

"You two wanna be cheerleaders?" Elaine asked

"Sure why not!" Natalya smiled, the rest of the women stood by the fence and watched, the final round was getting heated, and team Tiger Man was losing horribly, "Okay team, here's the play, Jericho you're going to take down Charlie, I'll throw the ball and Jesse..."

"I'm gonna take down my papa,"

"Exactly,"

"What if I can't..." Jericho got nervous, "Then be like Joshua and take down that wall..." Jerry ruffled up his hair as he laughed,

"Okay," Jericho winked. The game was getting intense the girls were worried as Elvis twisted his ankle and Jerry on the ground, it was left to Jericho to sprint the ball to the other side,

"GO JERICHO GO!!!" Natalya shouted as he carried it to the other side,

"I DID IT! MAMA! MR. JERRY I DID IT!" Jericho grinned as Jerry picked him up on his shoulders "Yeah you did!" Jerry smiled, Natalya's heart fluttered as she almost kissed Jerry,

"Honey!"

"Oh, dear are you okay!" Cecelia ran to help Elvis up, "Mmhmm, Spranged my damn ankle," He sighed,

"My poor baby." She grinned, "Can I get you anything..."

"A bath with you in it..." He winked,

"Are they always like that..." Natalya whispered,

"Yeah..." Jerry laughed,

CHAPTER 5 MAYHAPS?

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #introducing a new oc #cecelia valmos #60s elvis #Natalya dyer #68 comeback special #New oc #oc x jerry schilling #jerry schilling

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 1)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Jericho Griffin belongs to me.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

This AU is set 10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts

👉Read Part 2 here

👉 Read Part 3 here

Summary: He knows it is wrong to desire another's wife, especially a friend's wife. But Draco is too selfish and ambitious to accept that. Behind your lovely façade is a woman unhappily trapped in her marriage to Jericho, and Draco knows you'd break the social rules too if you could. But what looks like a seemingly boring marriage is actually more painful and violent than Draco assumes, and soon he will find out what kind of monster your husband really is...

Warning: toxic relationship, abusive husband, angst

Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 1)

"The ministry need not worry about such an idiot. He's nothing to be afraid of."

"I agree with you there, Griffin. I don't think the guy is even capable of handling his wand. I mean, just look at him!"

Draco Malfoy and Jericho Griffin, both once Slytherins, worked for the Ministry of Magic. Ten years had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts and much had changed. Draco was no longer caught up in the delusion of pure blood that his parents had taught him. In the last few years he had learned what really mattered in life, for he had seen much suffering, fear and death as well. Never again would he hear about Voldemort and his henchmen. To this day, the young man would not forget what had happened seven years ago; how he had been forced to become a Death Eater and how much damage he had caused. But that was far behind him and yet the memories haunted him in his dreams. This was often shown by the fact that his mind would drift and his gaze would become quite starry. But now Draco was the one who dragged wizards and witches before the law when they practiced black magic. Yet deep inside Draco was still buried something evil, the attraction that dark magic had on everyone. However, he strictly resisted it, for the past had shown what this kind of shit had driven him to do.

"We should focus on important things," Draco finally said as he put the dossier aside and picked up the next one. Draco knew what he was talking about and which sorcerers and wizards should really be classified as dangerous.

Unlike Draco Malfoy, Jericho didn't seem to be motivated, as he sighed and leaned back in his chair, yawning.

"I could really use some vacation!"

Draco just smirked at his words. Who couldn't use a little vacation? Especially since there was always something to do.

"You know Draco, I would like..."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Jericho called out clearly audible, while Draco searched through the papers to find the relevant informations.

"Jerry?"

Instantly, Draco looked toward the door when he heard Y/N's sweet voice. In her hands, the young woman was holding some documents that were probably meant for Jericho.

"Y/N! There you are!"

"I'm sorry, Jericho! I couldn't come earlier."

The young woman's eyes moved to Draco and he gave her a gentle smile, which she returned shyly. Y/N had known Draco for many years, but their friendship had only begun since her husband started working with Draco. At Hogwarts, the two had never spoken a word to each other, as Y/N had always thought Draco was an arrogant jerk, but he was actually a pretty nice guy. No longer the spoiled, brash and snobbish Slytherin he used to be back at Hogwarts.

Y/N had to keep admitting that Draco had the most beautiful eyes she ever had seen. Still, his eyes seemed sad to her. Y/N knew it was none of her business, even if she would like to know more about the young man. These thoughts kept coming to her whenever she met him. But as quickly as these thoughts came, she had to get rid of them.

The young woman turned to her husband and handed him the documents he had left at home. Y/N had been kind enough to bring them to him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll be on my way home. See you later, Jericho."

"No! I want you to wait for me outside! There's something I need to talk to you about! Draco and I will be done working soon!"

"Oh, okay."

"Now you can go!"

He didn't even look at his wife anymore and just waved her off, hardly seeming to wait to finally get rid of her. The young woman swallowed, looked a bit saddened to the ground, but she didn't give any sign of it. Instead, she said goodbye to Draco. From him, she had his full attention.

"Bye, Draco."

"Bye," he replied softly, glancing after her until she disappeared from the office. Y/N was an incredibly attractive woman, but she seemed very reserved and shy.

Draco's eyes moved to Jericho. Was he having a bad day? Until a few moments ago he had been in a good mood, but he had been rude to his wife and Draco couldn't understand that at all. Actually, this whole thing should be none of his business, but somehow an unpleasant feeling crept over him. Nevertheless, Draco concentrated on his work again, because this was also important.

While Jericho and Draco sat in the office doing their work, to be more precise, while Draco did his work, Y/N sat outside the door waiting for her husband. She gazed thoughtfully in front of her, her mind kept on wandering. She wondered what Jericho wanted to discuss with her and why she should wait extra for that. Couldn't they discuss this at home? Actually, she had not wanted to spend her days off at the ministry.

But before Jericho would get angry again because she couldn't satisfy him, she preferred to be bored at the ministry. Draco, meanwhile, wondered why Jericho was making his wife wait unnecessarily long. Should he say something?

"Listen, Jerry, I'm going to take a break now. Don't keep Y/N waiting too long if you have something important to discuss with her."

"Oh, she can wait," Jericho said carelessly as he played with his papers rather than worked. Draco frowned a little and finally rose from his seat, rolling his eyes as he did so. Jericho didn't feel like working and Draco didn't feel like Y/N wasting time unnecessarily because of the two of them.

"Really now, Draco? You're leaving already?"

Without another word, Draco was about to leave the office, but Jericho still had something to say to him.

"Dinner with us tonight? How about it, Malfoy?"

The invitation was unexpected, but Draco was willing to accept for Y/N's sake. The blond man looked thoughtfully at the ground before nodding and agreeing to Jericho.

"Sure, why not!"

"Great! See ya!"

As Draco left Jericho's office, Y/N was sitting outside the door, as was to be expected. With a cup in her hand, by what seemed to be a hot drink. It was getting colder as winter announced itself.

"It's getting colder outside."

Y/N looked up in surprise as she was suddenly addressed. She hadn't even noticed that Draco had left the office, but she was all the more pleased to look into his handsome face.

"Yes, I suppose so."

She rose from her seat and walked towards Draco. As he gave her a warm look and at the sight of his blue eyes, her stomach started to tingle like crazy. Draco felt similar when she was around him.

"Are you done with your work?" she asked as she closed her hands around the warm cup, since her fingers were freezing and she wanted to keep them warm.

"Yes. You can go to see him if you like," Draco replied, even though he had to admit that he would have preferred to talk to her some more but Draco reminded himself that she was already tied to another man. Although, deep down, Draco was a selfish man and he liked the countless thoughts of a secret affair with her far too much.

"Yes, I shouldn't keep him waiting," the young woman replied, looking down at the floor for a moment. Jericho could be short-tempered at times, and when he was in a bad mood, he often took it out on her.

"See you soon, Draco. I hope next time we have some time to talk."

Her pretty smile made the man's heart beat faster and he nodded towards her.

"Well, um, I'll see you tonight."

"Oh?"

"Your husband invited me to dinner."

"Really? I mean... sure!"

She was surprised, but not averse to welcoming Draco into her home. However, she wasn't at all set on it as she didn't have much time to prepare a big dinner. Of course, she could save a lot of time with magic, but she preferred to cook traditionally.

"Well, see you later, Y/N."

So they parted ways. Y/N knew it was wrong to think of another man, but Draco's closeness made her feel comfortable. With Jericho on the other hand, she hadn't felt safe for a long time and if she was honest, his closeness made her uncomfortable.

"Jerry?"

The man turned to her, eyeing her from head to toe, before walking up to her and gently placing his hand on her cheek. Y/N was a little surprised at this tender gesture, but she said nothing. Jericho was rarely so gentle with her. The young woman placed her cup on his desk before turning back to him.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Jerry?"

"Draco is coming for dinner tonight," he said as he studied her face closely. Y/N didn't know why he was staring at her like that but she didn't mind so far. Actually, Jericho didn't want to discuss anything with his wife; he just felt like making her wait, to annoy her. Lately, the young man found that he enjoyed making his wife do unnecessary things....

"Wipe off that red lipstick. It looks ridiculous!"

"What?"

Y/N didn't understand why Jericho said that to her. Quite confused, she looked at him, rather he put his thumb on her lips and roughly wiped the color away.

"Jericho!"

She slapped his hand away before touching her lips and trying to salvage what might be possible. But he had smeared the color beyond the corner of her mouth and there was now red lipstick on her cheek as well.

"Are you crazy?!"

"You know I don't like it when you get all dressed up! I hate it!"

"That's none of your business! It's my business!"

But Jericho didn't see it that way. Y/N was his wife. At home, she was allowed to wear what she wanted and even put on makeup the way she wanted - but not outside their marriage. Jericho was terribly jealous because he didn't want other men to look at her. He was afraid that his wife might cheat on him. But with his jealousy mania he broke more than he would save.

Suddenly Jericho grabbed her delicate face roughly. She looked so fragile under his hands.

"You will behave yourself tonight! Do you understand me, Y/N? Or do you want Draco to think I married a tramp?!"

A tramp? Why? Because she had put on some lipstick and blush? Because she liked to wear clothes that flattered her figure? Y/N was stubborn and she didn't care how many times her husband preached that she should dress decently. It was her body and she was allowed to do whatever she wanted. Jericho even forbade her to wear lace. Jericho became more and more possessive, although everything had started so beautifully, and the longer she had to live with him she realized that this man was not good for her.

"Now get out of here!"

When he roughly let go of her, Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. This was the first time he had gotten physical. His grip on her chin had been rough and painful.

"I still have work to do!"

Wordlessly, Y/N left her husband's office, and as she did so, she closed the door firmly behind her.

"Asshole..." she muttered under her breath. The lipstick was completely smeared and she sighed in annoyance. She would have to fix that before she could venture out into the street. She got a few concerned looks on her way to the bathroom, but that didn't matter to her at the moment. She had to understand what had happened to Jericho again.

****

Y/N sighed in annoyance as she heard her husband's voice echoing up to her from downstairs in the bedroom. She was fixing her hair when she heard his loud voice.

"Hurry up!"

The young woman just shook her head and looked in the mirror, trying to ignore her husband as best she could, but he called out to her again, and this time even louder. Y/N had already heard Jericho's heavy footsteps as he hurried up the stairs, once he realized that his calls had fallen on deaf ears with his wife. Y/N had really had enough of him today and closed her eyes in exasperation, trying to relax, but it really wasn't easy.

"Are you deaf, Y/N?!"

"I'm not done yet! For god sake!"

"You better behave yourself tonight, Y/N! I'm warning you!"

He was warning her? The young woman turned to him, looking at him in horror. Where was this coming from now? She just shook her head as she looked him over from head to toe.

"The only one misbehaving lately is you, Jerry!"

"Careful, Y/N! Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

The young woman didn't understand anything anymore. Jericho was just talking crazy and she couldn't follow his words at all, because they didn't make any sense at all.

"What are you wearing anyway! Take it off right now!"

Her black dress was figure-hugging, but it didn't show much skin. Admittedly, in the back of her mind, her thoughts had been with Draco when she had chosen that dress. She didn't care that Jericho had objected to it. She wasn't wearing it for him, but primarily for herself.

Before Jericho could say anything else, the doorbell rang and before he turned away from Y/N, he glared at her. Y/N did the same and she narrowed her eyes as she looked after him. This was going to be an unpleasant evening, Y/N was convinced.

A short time later, Y/N left the bedroom and she heard the voices of the two men while she was still standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at the front door. When she saw Draco, she smiled. Jericho greeted his friend as if nothing had happened. He was really good at changing his mood from one moment to the next. She would not succeed so easily, especially since this verbal exchange with Jericho had given her a stomach ache that was getting even stronger at the moment. Fortunately, she was not alone with her husband tonight. It was nice to see a friendly face. The young woman sighed, almost seeming a little excited about Draco's presence, but it was a tingly feeling and it made her forget her idiot husband for a moment. Y/N walked down the stairs and when Draco caught her gaze, the two looked at each other for a moment. Silently, yet with a gentle smile on their faces. The young man's eyes slid up and down her body. All wide were his eyes, for she was so lovely and simply beautiful. But she had always been that in his eyes.

"Y/N! Aren't you going to greet our guest?"

Jericho hadn't noticed the looks on their faces, though he was always very careful about how one met his wife but with Draco, Jericho probably had no actual qualms. And she wouldn't dare look at another man anyway. - he would see to that.

"Hello, Draco."

Y/N skillfully ignored her husband and didn't dignify him with a glance as she walked towards Draco. This did not escape Jericho's notice now and he gave her a suspicious look. However, he held his tongue for the moment.

"Hello, Y/N. You look very beautiful!"

"Thank you."

It was good to hear that, since Jericho criticized her all the time.

"Come on Draco!" Jericho said all of a sudden interjecting. "Honey, could you please take care of the roast? Before it burns and we have to chew on dry buns?"

He did it again. Jericho teased where he could.

"Of course..."

She gave Draco another smile before walking into the kitchen. Draco glanced after the young woman before being invited into the dining room by his friend.

"You have a remarkable home, Jericho."

Draco was amazed as he looked at the interior. It was very clean and everything had its order. Large and spacious, not as big as the old Malfoy mansion, but still magnificent.

"Belonged to my great aunt. Left it to me after she died!" But then Jericho waved it off, "Let's have a toast instead! Y/N!!"

Of course Jericho wanted to make it easy for himself, after all, what did he have a wife for at home? It was her job to take care of her husband. And if she could smile so sweetly at Draco, she could play the waitress all evening. At least, that's how Jericho thought it should be.

"Y/N! Bring the wine for our guest!"

Draco frowned as he heard Jericho call so rudely for his wife. He wondered if he was always so rude? He had been this way with her this morning at the Ministry too, and Draco didn't like that.

"Jericho, it's cool. I can wait for it."

"No, you're my guest and I want to be a good host! I don't want word to get around the Ministry that I'm a bad host!" he said, laughing. The corner of Draco's mouth lifted into a small smile, but somehow the mood was uncomfortable for him right now...

The mood was high-spirited; at least for Jericho. Rather less for Draco and certainly not for Y/N. Just the way Jericho talked with his wife was disrespectful and despicable to Draco. It was obvious that it made him feel sick to listen to Jericho.

"Y/N!"

"Oh, Draco! You're still unmarried! Believe me, the sooner they learn, the better you'll be able to tame your woman!"

Jericho had clearly had too much wine and it was making itself obvious, making Y/N ashamed of her husband. She was more than uncomfortable with Draco having to deal with Jericho's outrageous nature.

"Y/N! Bring another bottle of wine for Draco!"

Draco frowned. For him? Or for Jericho himself? He didn't know what kind of drinker Jericho was. His attention turned the next moment to the young woman who brought a new bottle to the table. Y/N dared to look at Draco again, although this evening was so incredibly embarrassing for her!

At the same time Draco did not judge her, for in the end he felt sorry for her. Draco wondered if it was just the wine that made Jericho act like an asshole?

Y/N was bringing the roast from the kitchen and setting it at the table when Jericho dragged her onto his lap, eyeing her as if she were a piece of meat.

"Jericho!"

Y/N turned her eyes away from Draco, for this situation made her so uncomfortable that she would have preferred to cry. Her husband had no manners, not even towards Draco did he have any shame. The devil had possessed him, clearly!

"Y/N, Y/N! All I want to do is look at my beautiful wife and proudly announce to Draco that you are mine!"

Draco looked at the two of them silently at first, then averted his eyes as well, for it was clear to see that this situation disgusted him. Especially because it seemed to bother Y/N more than anything that her husband was behaving so tactlessly in front of his guests. Draco didn't know his friend like that at all, and he wondered if it was common for Jericho to show his wife no respect.

"Did I tell you that you look lovely tonight, dear?"

Jericho gently stroked her hair to the side, and it was clear that Y/N disliked being touched by him.

Suddenly Draco's voice was heard, for he could bear this situation no longer,

"Jericho? Hold off on the wine for a bit!"

Jericho's rude manner was out of place! Y/N looked tormented and she wanted to escape this situation. But Jericho didn't take it seriously at all; he just laughed and emptied his glass all at once before finally letting go of the young woman. Suddenly, and without warning, Y/N gave her husband a resounding slap in the face. Her handprint was clearly visible on his cheek and she glared angrily at him, which Jericho only returned. His expression turned dark as he slowly turned his face to look up at her. He clenched his jaw tightly, clearly showing the bones pressing against his skin.

"You're acting like the biggest asshole, Jericho! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Draco smiled in satisfaction. He had really earned that slap. Good thing Y/N had done it, otherwise Draco would have stepped in sooner or later and then it would have been more than just a slap.

Y/N was so embarrassed and Draco had seen for the first time how his friend acted at home and this made him bristle.

He would keep an eye on Jericho. There was something very wrong between Jericho and Y/N and his gut told him that it wasn't just the alcohol to blame for it...

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bang-bang-gang · 5 months

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Can you elaborate on the backstage drama around the tag belts? 🍵

sure! this is all baseless speculation to be clear

also biased as hell because i don't like FTR or jericho as performers. this answer turned into quite a rant, sorry. if i got any facts wrong i'm happy to be corrected. not coming after anyone who's an FTR or jericho fan, you do you

but, based on what i, as a fan, can see with my eyes on the screen:

FTR fought aussie open at wrestledream and mark davis injured his wrist. i think it's possible aussie open was meant to win this match but an audible was called, based on the next thing.

same ppv, there was a fourway tag match for a guaranteed title shot for the tag belts, between the bucks, ass boys, lucha bros, and hook&oc. the bucks won this. i think the bucks would have made a GREAT first feud for aussie open as new tag champs to reaaally establish themselves: in the past year everyone's been saying FTR and the bucks are the greatest tag teams in the world, it would have been AMAZING for the new tag champs to beat both of them in a short time period.

but FTR took the belts home and mark davis disappeared while for a couple of weeks, kyle fletcher was constantly put in singles matches on both AEW and ROH. i know fan consensus seems to be he has been lost to the don callis hole but i think we need to be patient lmao: he was fighting bryan danielson, kenny omega, and takeshita all in singles not too long ago.

the bucks didn't mention their guaranteed tag title shot at all. At. All. they actually also had the ROH 6-man belts (which is what i think confirms that they were never meant to win the AEW tag belts back with said title shot) and had one match against the hardys & isiah kassidy with it and then lost it to the guys they won it off in the first place. absolute mess of a booking.

jericho and kenny started teaming up because.. they're both canadians? both have beef with don callis? this storyline depresses me so i won't pretend to know what happened exactly. but at the last ppv they had a match against the bucks where they could win their guaranteed title shot off the bucks or they had to disband. jericho and kenny won.

in the meantime, FTR have dropped their tag belts. word is that FTR aggravated assault has a rib injury but they've been wrestling pretty quick again since so i don't know if that was the reason for them to drop it. they dropped it by being squashed by ricky starks and big bill (absolute bill). absolute bill is a makeshift tag team who, in their own words, had never even talked to each other since a few weeks before they won these belts. literally the only matches they've had so far (despite ricky being on tv every single week for other things) were a match against claudiyoots (WHO SHOULD HAVE WON) and a fourway ladder match at the most recent ppv because (according to dirtsheets) none of the other teams wanted to be pinned by absolute bill lmao

so what i extrapolate from all this information is the following:

aussie open was meant to be tag champs by wrestledream

young bucks were supposed to be their first feud hence the tag title shot they got

thanks to injuries FTR ended up dropping the belts to absolute bill

young bucks did not want to lose to absolute bill so they are not using their tag title shot

(nobody wants to lose to absolute bill except for wheeler yuta apparently)

chris jericho got his claws into kenny omega and his greasy hands on the title shit because he doesn't mind losing to absolute bill. or hell maybe the "golden jets" (kenny and jericho's tag team name, referencing a nazi sympathizer) will be the next tag champs

i don't know how long mark davis' injury is expected to last. i think that if the "golden jets" got the belts and kept them warm for aussie open it could pivot into a cool storyline, especially if will ospreay joins AEW around the same time. or fucking hell maybe jericho could betray kenny and kenny teams up with ibushi again and the golden lovers actually win the belts, that'd be more fun. the bucks are missing in action since last ppv and the dirtsheet report is they're going to return as heels with their own faction, and heel!bucks could take the belts off kenny & jericho too, though i'm not really excited about that idea.

just to reiterate, this is just speculation based on what's happening on screen and i'm making theories about what's happening backstage for why the booking is so messy.

most of all i think the following is a good tldr

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