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haven-raven012591 · 5 years

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An Extraordinary Christmas

Paring: Fergal Devitt X OC Raven

Warning: None, just pure Fluff

Word Count: 4,956 (it took on a life of it's own)

Art work by @wrestling-edits-af

Raven sat looking at the people walk by and sighed heavily. "Lass?" Fergal asked as he touched her hand. She jumped and looked at him her eyes misty. He moved to her side and she licked her lips. 'Please don't ask me.' Raven thought as he thumbed away the first tear. Fergal looked at his phone and saw the date. "My beautiful Raven don't cry." Fergal whispered as he stroked her hair. The ball of emotion that was stuck in her throat got bigger. She tried to swallow it and the sadness she had but she couldn't.

He pulled her close and held her tightly just letting her cry silently. She moved and he kissed her forehead softly. "I'm sorry, Fergal." Raven whispered timidly. "Ya don't have ta apologize lass, I understand how much it hurts ta lose a pet suddenly." Fergal said softly. His voice was soothing and soft, like a gentle rain or the wind blowing softly through your hair. "It was a few years ago, but I miss her so much sometimes." Raven said softly. He noticed how timid she'd become all of a sudden. "What's wrong, Raven you can talk ta me ya know tat." Fergal asked.

He knew it was more than sadness she seemed off to him. She was normally so happy and talkative. "It's nothing Fergal." Raven said and gave him her best fake smile. "Uh huh, try again lass, I know tere's someting wrong I can feel it." Fergal said. She hated that he was an Empath sometimes. "I don't know why you wanted to talk tonight, it feels like...like I'm gonna lose you too." Raven said. "What, oh Raven no love!" Fergal said as he brushed away new tears. He cupped her face in his hands and laid his forehead to hers.

"I have an early Christmas present for you, I have ta give it to ya now because... ya'll see." Fergal said. He kissed her softly and hugged her close rubbing her back. "Just keep it til Christmas it's only twenty days away." Raven sighed as she closed her eyes. She nuzzled his chest sighing softly as she listened to his heart beat. He kissed the top of her head. "Normally I would but ya need ta know about it now lass." Fergal said. She looked up and he couldn't resist any longer, he leaned in and kissed her deeply.

She ran her hands up his back and gripped his shoulders. His hands moved into her hair. When they pulled back she touched his cheek and smiled. "I know it's only been a year, that we've been through some tough times but I have to tell you something." Raven said. Her voice was stronger now and her eyes didn't look as sad. He caressed her cheek and she teared up again. "I need air please move." Raven whispered. He brushed back her hair. "I love you Raven, but more tan tat I'm fallin in love wit you." Fergal said.

She stopped breathing and looked away. He gently tilted her chin up with his thumb and index finger. "My little bird tere is more tan fear of losin me in yer eyes." Fergal said softly. "I love you with all of my heart Fergal Devitt, I'm so in love with you it scares me." Raven said. He kissed her softly. "Ten why were ya so scared you'd lose me?" Fergal asked. He brushed away her tears. "I'm not the kinda girl guys like you fall for." Raven whispered. "Lass, yer special I didn't need eyes ta see tat all I need was my heart." Fergal said.

She put her hand on his heart and licked her lips. "Fergal you're so special my love." Raven said. "A ghrá." Fergal said. She leaned up and kissed him softly. "I have ta go soon, a ghrá." Fergal whispered. "Don't go Fergal stay with me please, all I want is you to hold me." Raven babbled. He caressed her cheek and leaned in close brushing his lips across hers. "If ya come ta the show." Fergal whispered to her lips. "I can't I don't have a ticket." Raven whispered. He smirked and she blushed. "I can fix tat, and a back stage pass for ya, a ghrá just say yes." Fergal said.

He stroked her cheek and she nodded. "Use yer words." Fergal teased. "Yes." Raven whispered. He captured her lips in a searing kiss as her arms went around his neck. Her back hit the glass and she gripped his hair as his tongue thrust inside her mouth licking hers coaxing it out. Hers followed his as his retreated into his mouth and she pulled his hair. The short silky strands felt good between her fingers. When he pulled back her lips were swollen from his kiss. "Open yer present." Fergal whispered and put the box on the table.

She caressed his cheek looking into his Ocean blue eyes. "I'm gonna love watching you tonight." Raven said. He giggled and looked away blushing. She turned and opened the box. "Oh my God!" Raven said. She looked at the plane ticket to Ireland then looked at him. "I want ya wit me Raven, it's time my family met the woman tat stole my heart." Fergal said. "You're sure Fergal?" Raven asked. "Yes, Raven say yes lass, come home wit me ta Ireland." Fergal said. "I feel so honoured." Raven said.

"What do ya mean?" Fergal asked. "To meet your family, you're very protective of them and it's beautiful." Raven said. He looked away and she kissed his forehead. "No one's ever said tat ta me." Fergal said. "Im an odd duck." Raven said. "Don't ya dare call yerself tat in my presents!" Fergal snapped. She giggled and smiled. "Look at you being all protective of me." Raven said. Her eyes sparkled and her heart melted at the fire in his gaze. "Yer my Raven, my a ghrá yer not strange!" Fergal almost growling at her.

"I'm a strange bird with pretty feathers, Fergal and I'm proud of it." Raven said. He looked into her beautiful hazel eyes and knew she was telling the truth. "Yer so special Raven, so unique it's part of what makes ya so beautiful." Fergal said. She blushed and he smiled a little. "Come on lass, let's get ta the arena so ya can get ta yer seat." Fergal said. She put the lid on the box and put it in her purse. He stood up and then gave her his hand. She took his hand and they went to the arena.

They walked in together and Karl smiled at them. "We'll look at what the cat dragged in!" Karl laughed. She hugged him and looked up at him. "Nice to see you too." Raven said. Luke picked her up and she laughed. "Looks like we have ourselves a good sister now." Luke said. "You goof put me down I'm not use to being this tall!" Raven laughed. "That's because you're with someone so short!" Baron said. "Yeah and it takes a big man to make me feel tall!" Raven snapped. "Oh look it's a rabid bird!" Baron said. "I can shit on you if you'd like dipshit!" Raven growled.

"Watch what you say girl I can have you escorted from the building." Baron snarled. "I have a pass, and I'm not doing anything wrong." Raven said. "Piss off Corbin!" Fergal said. "I am your Universal Champion, I demand respect!" Baron snapped. "Remember who has a title match come TLC, Baron." Raven said. She had a sing song quality to her voice, like she was enjoying the visions in her head. Luke put her down and she kissed Fergal going to her seat. Fergal looked at Baron and smirked. "She's right, watch yer back!" Fergal said.

They walked off and Baron smirked. She was clapping and smiling as she watched Gallows and Anderson win the tag team belts. They stayed until Fergal came out. She stood up and he winked at her. It was the best thing to see him on a Monday night! "Ferg!" Karl said as he moved toward her. She looked up and looked at Baron! "Don't be this way." Raven whispered. "Turn around and do nothing!" Baron said. She did what he said and looked at Fergal smiling. He went to get out of the room and she shook her head.

He nodded and she touched her necklace and he froze. In that instant he knew what he was going to give her for Christmas. Baron stayed behind her the entire match and she hated it. His energy was making her feel sad and was also making her feel sick. "Stay here until it's done." Baron warned. She saw people rush out and looked at him. "Stop this!" Raven growled. "This is because of your words, little bird." Baron spat. He used Fergals Nick name for her in loo of calling her a bitch. She teared up. "You're no man!" Raven said.

He smirked and laughed as he walked off. She turned and saw Karl and Luke run out and smiled. After they cleared the ring and the cameras where off, she ran to the back finding him. "Fergal." Raven said. "Raven are ya ok, lass?" Fergal asked and ran to her. She kissed him softly and he held her head in his hands. "It was all because of me, Fergal I am so sorry." Raven said. "All tat was supposed ta happen." Fergal said and kissed her slowly. "It was storyline." Raven said. "Yes lass don't let tat asshole get in ta yer head." Fergal said.

They went to the hotel after they ate. He came out and she was looking at pictures of Ireland on her laptop. "Can't wait ta get tere lass?" Fergal asked. She turned and smiled at him. "I can't baby I'm so excited!" Raven said. He laid on the bed and she got up and laid with him. "Raven today was amazing." Fergal whispered. She snuggled close to him. "It was, I love you so much Fergal." Raven said softly. "My Raven." Fergal breathed. "Only yours." Raven sighed as she laid her head on his chest. He stroked her hair and she drifted off.

"Yer safe my Raven." Fergal whispered. She nuzzled his chest as she sighed in her sleep. He drifted off as he stroked her hair. "Fergal." Raven coughed. He woke up and looked down at her. "Shh what's wrong?" Fergal asked. "You left." Raven whispered. He stroked her cheek and she sighed. "Never." Fergal said. He kissed her forehead then her lips softly as he held her head in his hands. She loved his hands the rough yet smooth skin of them. How big they were and how strong they were.

His fingers snaked their way into her hair gripping softly. "Raven, I had a nightmare too I tougt I was goin ta lose ya and I can't lose my Raven!" Fergal said. "Your Raven huh?" Raven teased. "Yes!" Fergal said. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her long and slow bringing her down to lay on him. She moved and straddled one of his thighs and laid on his chest. His hands kneaded her ass slowly and she moaned into his lips. Her heart rate spiked and he pulled back. "Are ya ok?" Fergal asked. "Yes, it felt really good though baby." Raven giggled.

He kissed her long and slow. "I love ya so much Raven!" Fergal said.TLC was that night and she was so insanely scared for him. She ran to him after the camera left and kissed him long and slow. "I did it." Fergal panted and put the belt on the road case. "You were amazing Fergal, I am so proud of you!" Raven said. He picked her up and hugged her tightly. She giggled and kissed him again. He rubbed her back and she giggled looking at the paint coming off him. "Let me help with this, My King." Raven teased.

"Ya have no idea how much I love ya, My Queen!" Fergal said. "I've got a little bit of an idea." Raven said.They went to his dressing room and she helped him get the paint off. "Fergal, are you ok baby?" Raven asked. "Yes lass I'm just tired." Fergal said. He leaned on her shoulder. She rubbed his back. "You have to do interviews and go out with your boys." Raven said. "Lass all I want is you!" Fergal said. "I'll be at the hotel when you get there baby." Raven said. "I want ya wit us." Fergal said. "If you want baby." Raven said. "I do." Fergal said.

She kissed his forehead and smiled. "Then I'm all yours." Raven said. She finished helping him get most of the paint off and he got dressed. He did interviews and he looked so good with the title on his shoulder again. "Raven." Becky said. "Humm?" Raven asked as she turned to Becky. "Ya look out of it." Becky said. "I'm just so damn proud of him does that sound weird?" Raven asked. "No love ya sound like a great girlfriend, and honestly he's happier now tan I've seen him in a long time." Becky said. Raven teared up. "Really?" Raven asked.

Becky hugged her tightly. "Really." Becky said. They talked and then went out with the boys. After the guys left and it was just Raven and Fergal in their room, he kissed her passionately. She let him pick her up and kiss her neck. "Fergal that feels so good but stop baby." Raven whispered. He laid her down and looked at her. "Ya don't want me?" Fergal pouted. "I want you to rest silly." Raven said. He held her hips in his hands. "After." Fergal said. "No baby, you have a long day tomorrow." Raven said. "Yer right but I want my Raven!" Fergal said.

She blushed and ran her hands over his chest. "Shh my love." Raven said. She stripped him and gave him a massage much to his protests. He sighed as she laid next to him and he pulled her closer. He drifted off and she did too. When she woke up he was gone. She knew he had to so he wouldn't be here when she had to leave. He was so sweet and so amazing but he hated goodbyes. She got dressed and went to the airport. "Raven!" Fergal yelled. She turned and he ran to her kissing her deeply.

"Be safe my beautiful Raven, I love you." Fergal said. "Fergal, I love you too." Raven said. She kissed him softly and waved goodbye to him as she walked off. When she got home she crashed and when she woke up it was time for Raw. She watched it and then started the washing she had to do. He texted her and she giggled as she sent him a tired and smilie face back. She woke up early and went to work. When she got home she took a long hot shower and started dinner for them. He walked in and smiled as she yelled at him from the kitchen. He'd hit the jackpot with her.

"So are ya all packed?" Fergal asked. "Nope I'll be ready to go about dinner time tomorrow though." Raven said. He kissed her neck and smiled. "Good!" Fergal said. They ate and she finished his clothes and hers. "I shipped your presents over last week." Raven said as she laid down. "I've got ta get yours." Fergal said. She giggled and they watched Christmas movies until they fell asleep. When they got on the plane she was nervous as all hell. "Relax my mum and dad love ya already." Fergal said. "But your brothers and sister haven't met me." Raven said.

"Tey will love ya, lass just like I do." Fergal said. She kissed him long and slow. "If ya say so." Raven teased. "I do!" Fergal said. "One day I hope." Raven whispered. Fergal looked at her and she quickly lowered her gaze. "Raven, look at me lass." Fergal said. She looked up as one bastard tear ran down her cheek. "We've been tageter for a year ya can't know tat I'm yer one yet." Fergal said. "I know I will not ever love another man like I love you Fergal Devitt." Raven said softly. He blinked and she sighed. "I'm gonna see if I can sleep." Raven said.

She got her neck pillow and put in her head phones. He watched her sleep and sighed softly. "Maybe ya could slow down." Fergal whispered. Raven heard him because she was only pretending to sleep. Fergal touched her hand and she looked at him as tears started. "I'm sorry ya heard me." Fergal said. "I'm not." Raven said. He brushed the tears away as she took her head phones off. "I love you like mad Raven, ya have ta believe tat." Fergal said. "I do, but when I say the same I have to slow down?" Raven asked confused.

"Yes, because I'm older I've been in love before." Fergal said. "I have to remember, you broke him in half for hurting me!" Raven said. "Yes lass I do, but I'm still not sure yer over him yet!" Fergal said. "I was alone for two years, I picked up the pieces of my shattered heart and sewed them together with your help." Raven said. He looked at her and she looked down. "We're fighting." Raven breathed. "No lass, we're discussing." Fergal said. "I shouldn't be here." Raven whispered. She gathered her stuff and the flight attendant helped her move.

He sat back and shook his head. "Fergal Devitt yer a damned fool!" Becky said and turned in her seat. "Yeah I know but how do I fix it?" Fergal asked. Becky walked back and sat next to her. "How long are ya gonna make him suffer?" Becky asked. "Until he comes back here and tells me why I have to slow down." Raven said. "Tougt tat would be obvious love." Becky said. "Either I'm stupid or it's not as obvious as you think." Raven snapped. "Hey, easy love yer far from stupid, and it's obvious for tose tat know him." Becky said.

That one hurt like hell, like she didn't know him?! "Obviously I don't know him, so tell me." Raven said her voice cracking. Becky closed her eyes and licked her lips. "Raven, I didn't mean ya don't know him, it's easy ta see." Becky said. That was it she'd had enough. "Leave me alone, both of you, and since you know him so fucking well you can have him." Raven growled. She turned her back to Becky and looked out the window wishing she really was a bird. Becky got up and sat in her seat. "What did ya do Becky?" Fergal asked. "I fucked up too." Becky said.

Raven cried herself to sleep. And when she woke up Fergal was next to her. "Told Becky I want to be alone." Raven snapped. "She didn't mean ta say tose tings." Fergal said. "I'm fine!" Raven lied. "I'm not." Fergal said. She looked at him and touched his cheek. "Your scared." Raven breathed. "Yes." Fergal said. "I'm not going anywhere." Raven said. He kissed her passionately and she returned his kiss. She pulled back. "I am spending Christmas with you and your family Fergal, this is big and you wanted this, if it's too soon I'll go home." Raven babbled.

"No, ya have ta stay wit me, wit us lass tis isn't too soon I want ya here." Fergal said. "I love you like mad and no other man will ever mean what you do to me, I have found my one Fergal!" Raven said. "I love ya like mad as well lass, and no oter woman can take yer place in my heart, I have found my one as well my Raven!" Fergal said. She threw her arms around him and he held her tightly. She moved to her original seat and her and Becky hugged it out. "I didn't mean it the way it came out Raven, yer perfect for him." Becky said.

"Glad ta know yer still lookin out for me Becky." Fergal said. "You're my best friend Becks." Raven said. They all laughed and talked. She looked out over the sleepy hills still tucked into the blanket of darkness. "When the sun rises you'll love it lass." Fergal said. "I love it now." Raven said. They landed and she took his hand. "I'm in Ireland with you, for Christmas!" Raven said. He brushed the tears away. She kissed him slowly. "Yes ya are lass, welcome ta my home." Fergal said. They left Becky there in Dublin.

They drove to Bray. He pulled into this little driveway to this small house with roses climbing the wall. She got out and he looked at her. She looked around and then at him. "My god, I'm home." Raven breathed. He went to her. "What was tat?" Fergal asked. "I'm home." Raven said. He held her close and smiled down at her. "Let's go in lass it's cold." Fergal said. They went in and she looked around seeing dark wood furniture that was warm and inviting. The fire in the fire place gave the cottage this homey vibe. He went and got their bags.

She was running her hands on the couch when he got back. "Do ya like it lass?" Fergal asked. "It's beautiful and so inviting." Raven gushed. He shut the door, locking it and put his coat on the hook. "I'm glad ya like it." Fergal said. She took her coat off hanging it next to his, then she put her shoes next to his and she paused. "Lass?" Fergal asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "This place is perfect for two people on a honeymoon." Raven said. "A nice quiet place ta tink and relax." Fergal said. "Yes." Raven sighed.

He kissed her neck as he moved her hair. "Fergal that feels so good!" Raven sighed as he took down her hair and, rolled her head to the side. He feasted on her neck. She was sure he was going to leave marks but she didn't care. "Come on lass we have ta see the bedroom." Fergal said. She turned and looked up at him her hazel eyes darkened with lust. "Yes baby." Raven said. He took her hand and they went to the bedroom. "Oh my God this is so beautiful." Raven said excitedly. She went to the bed and looked at it.

It was dark wood again with intracate carvings on the head board. It was knot work and as she followed the lines he got the bags. She turned to him and he was just in his t-shirt and boxers. "Let me." Raven said. She went to him and took his shirt in her hands. He cupped her cheek and she nuzzled his hand. She kissed his palm and took his shirt off. He smirked at her as she ran her hands over his chest and abs. "Still the most attractive part of you is your heart, My Fergal." Raven said. He kissed her passionately.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. He picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist as he laid her on the bed. "Yer shaking." Fergal whispered. "I'm a little cold." Raven said. He kissed her and got up. "I'll start a fire." Fergal said. She grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed. "Just keep kissing me and I'll warm up." Raven said. He laughed and she loved how easy he laughed with her. "I love how silly you can be lass." Fergal said. She cupped his cheek and kissed him softly. "Can we start over and forget what happened on the plane?" Raven asked.

"Yer wish is my command." Fergal said. She kissed him again and ran her hands over his back. He untied her skirt and she gasped as his hands ran under her shirt. "Baby your hands are like ice." Raven said. He chuckled and laid his forehead to hers. "Fire first ten I'll finish." Fergal said. She watched him make the fire and as soon as he was sure it would stay he turned to her. She was curled up in the pillows in only her underwear. He blinked and crawled to her.

"I tougt ya where cold." Fergal said. "Just a little." Raven said.

He kissed her softly and she looked at him. She shivered and he touched her arms. "Lass yer frozen why didn't ya get under the covers?" Fergal asked. "I wanted to wait for you and it wasn't that cold." Raven said. He kissed her long and slow bringing her close. "You'll catch a cold lass." Fergal said. She ran her hands over his back. "So warm me up." Raven said. He laughed and kissed her softly. "Get dressed lass I don't want ya sick for Christmas." Fergal said. "I wanna sleep like this I'm comfortable and tired." Raven said.

"Ok lass." Fergal said. They got under the covers and snuggled close. She laid her head on his chest and looked up at him. He smiled at her and held her closer. They went to sleep and when she woke up she was alone. For a few minutes she thought it was all a dream until she saw the flowers by the bed. "Good morning sleeping beauty." Fergal said. She looked at him and the most beautiful smile spread across her face. "Good morning handsome, where have you been?" Raven asked. "Shopping." Fergal said.

She took a shower and they went to his parents house. Everything was so beautiful and she loved meeting his brothers and sister along with their families. "Aww he's so precious may I?" Raven asked. "Of course." Mrs. Devitt said. She gave Raven baby Finn and Raven held him tightly. "Ya look so natural like tat!" Mr Devitt said. "I love babies." Raven said. "Kids in general, she's good wit tem, ya should see her with Chad's kids." Fergal said. Raven sat down and rocked baby Finn to sleep humming softly.

The guys all went to the pub and Raven stayed with him mom and sister. "Fergal loves you." Mrs. Devitt said. "I love him too." Raven said. "Enough ta marry him?" Mrs. Devitt asked. Raven looked at her and nodded. "I know that Fergal is my soulmate." Raven said. "Good." Mrs. Devitt said. They talked and laughed. Fergal came in and looked at his mom and sister confused. "Where's Raven?" Fergal asked. "She's upstairs, asleep." Mrs. Devitt said. "Why?" Fergal asked and ran up the stairs. She laid on his childhood bed with one of his nieces.

"She's fine son, just not use ta the time difference." Mrs. Devitt said softly. "I tougt someting was wrong." Fergal said. "Why don't you get some sleep." Mr. Devitt said. "Yeah ok." Fergal said. He took his coat and shoes off laying behind her. "Hey baby." Raven whispered. "Hey." Fergal whispered. They went to sleep. When he woke up he was alone. The next few days went by so quickly. Soon it was Christmas Eve and they were in the living room with everyone. She gave him one that he could open in front of others and then the others she kept for later.

"I've got one ya have ta open in front of everyone." Fergal said. She sat with him and he handed her a little box. "Fergal!" Raven breathed. She opened it and she sighed giggling. "Earrings." Raven said and showed them. "Love knots." Mr. Devitt said. She looked at the earrings and hugged Fergal. "They're beautiful Fergal, thank you." Raven said. He kissed her long and slow. She handed him the one he could open in front of others. He opened it and laughed. "Legos." Fergal said. "They help you relax." Raven said.

He kissed her again. "I love them Raven, thank you." Fergal said. They watched everyone open presents and played with his nieces and nephews. "Fergal help me." Mrs. Devitt called. He got up and left her playing peek-a-boo with baby Finn. "Tat woman loves you so much!" Mrs. Devitt said. "I love her too mum." Fergal said. "Tis time ya picked a good one." Mrs. Devitt said. They hugged and he went back into the living room. "What are you doing handsome?" Raven cooed at baby Finn. He grabbed her hair and she winced.

"I'm so sorry." His sister said. "Don't be it's ok." Raven giggled and kissed his little hand. Everyone had gone home for the night and his parents had gone to bed. Fergal sat with her on the couch and handed her a box. "What is this?" Raven asked. He kissed her long and slow. "Open it." Fergal said. She did and gasped. "Fergal!" Raven said. He picked up the necklace and she looked at the knot work on the pendent. "Is this a shield knot?" Raven asked. "Yes my Raven." Fergal said. She traced the pendent and he looked at her.

"It's beautiful Fergal I love it so much thank you so much!" Raven said. He put it on her and she teared up. "To protect you for when I can't." Fergal said. She kissed him long and slow. He laid his forehead to hers and held her tightly. "I love you so much Fergal." Raven said. "I love you too Raven." Fergal said. They sat on the couch and looked at the fire just enjoying being with each other in the quiet moment.

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winedwords · 7 years

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Finn| Bad Intentions |Balor

Title; Bad Intentions

Pairing; Finn Balor/Reader, past Prince Devitt/Reader

Words; 6110

Summary; Is it such a sin for me to take what’s mine?

Warnings; NSFW. Heel!Antagonist!Reader. Smut, choking, breathplay. Some angst idk? VERY unhealthy relationships. Emotional abuse, mental abuse, and grooming of a younger woman by an older man if you squint and read between the lines.

A/N: repost from the old blog

Don’t let anyone tell you anything different, I was the best in the business.

Most of my peers were loath to admit it, but I wasn’t in this to make friends.

I was at the top of my game and I had collected accolades, monikers, and titles in every promotion I had stepped foot in. I left a trail of blood, sweat, and tears in every country. No one could fucking touch me. I was the Queen of the Cage, la Reina de las Reinas, the First Lady, but none if it meant anything without him.

All the achievements, the championships, the milestones were hollow with him missing from my side. Food tasted like ash and charcoal, alcohol had no effect anymore. He was everything. He was my mentor, my best friend, the love of my life. I wouldn’t be where I am, who I am without him. He broke me apart to rebuild me, to make me better and stronger. He pushed and pulled me to do more, to be more.

I hated him.

God, I missed him.

I missed him so much it made my bones ache and my stomach drop through the floor. He was the sun to my moon, the lightning to my thunder. He was my other half, he made me complete.

I was a scared nineteen year old kid when I met him in 2012. It was my first time out of the United States, my first big contract and with Stardom no less, and my first time honestly being able to support myself. I didn’t know Japanese at the time, I didn’t know anyone in the country… I was well and truly alone and feeling isolated. I was slow to make friends, picking up many more rivals than I could keep track of, and it felt like more often than not I was crying myself to sleep.

My first tour hadn’t gone well, accruing more losses than wins, and I was licking my wounds in a little dive bar in Roppongi, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the worn leather of the booth. I wanted to be left alone with my sake and then he slid into the booth with me, all bright eyes with a pearly white and coaxing smile. He’d said he’d been watching me, that he thought I was special, that with just a little help, I could take over women’s wrestling.

“A pretty little thing like ya deserves th’ world. Ye don’ have ta make a decision right now. Jus’ come see what ’m talkin’ about and then make up ye mind.”

Do you know how intoxicating that is? For a man that looked like him, with the accomplishments that he’d already had at the time, to be paying attention to little, ol’ me? To be paying me a kind word and a flirtatious smile? I was a nobody who’d been given a lucky break, a green and wet behind the ears rookie fresh out of the training schools.

I was deeply under his spell within minutes.

He swept me off my feet and we ran Japan for two wonderful, whirlwind years. We fought and we fucked and we took everything we wanted without apology. He was my soulmate and we were living our version of a fairy tale.

Then it all came crashing down around us in 2014 and he was gone.

He didn’t let me explain. He ignored my phone calls, my texts, my emails. He blocked me on all social media. I couldn’t get into touch with him. I was stuck between two impossible decisions, each one as painful as the other: I either turned my back on the family I helped create to chase a man who wouldn’t listen to me or I stayed with my support system, give them hell for the position that I was now put in, and pine after what could have still been.

I chose to stay, watching with pride as my little family got bigger and more powerful, but still longing for the man on the other side of the world. I was no saint, I had my dalliances when the nights got cold and the emptiness of my bed became overwhelming, but there was never another that affected me as deeply. Acquaintances of mine gave me sporadic updates as to how he was doing, but they were nowhere near as frequent as I would have liked.

Then he began to change, washing himself clean of everything he had been in Japan, and it felt like a slap in the face. I no longer recognized him, even if this new man wore the face of the love of my life. He was showing those people the side of him that was supposed to be only for me, the side that I saw when we were wrapped up in each other in the afterglow of our lovemaking. It angered me more than anything I had ever experienced in my life. I could see little glimpses of the man he was in Japan when he wore the body paint, ruthlessly efficient with the briefest flashes of a sadistic streak.

For the first time, I had hope. He was still in there somewhere, under that good Irish lad routine.

I could work with this.

Which was why I was here, in the gorilla position at RAW in some stupid American city, with this damn oversized hoodie on to disguise my appearance. Anderson had insisted on this measure, wanting the element of surprise for this six person tag. It wasn’t like he didn’t know I was with the company now, he had successfully avoided me at every company function and at the Performance Center after all.

Tonight though, he had nowhere to run.

“Be good pipsqueak.”

Luke marched past me to the curtain, pausing just briefly enough to press a kiss to my forehead. Karl was so much less subtle, wrapping me up into a bear hug with a bellow.

“We’ll see you out there sis! God this feels good! Just like old times!”

He let me go with a booming laugh, ruffled my hair, then disappeared with Luke through the curtains as their music hit. I was left alone with my thoughts and suddenly, the nerves I didn’t know were building made themselves known with a vengeance. I hadn’t felt this way since my first show, the nauseating roll of my stomach mixed with the frantic tattoo of my heart threatening to derail all of my hard work.

No, not this close to getting what I wanted.

The sound tech nodded at me and the showing of teeth I gave barely passed for a grin, quickly shedding the oversized hoodie and replacing it with an equally overlarge leather jacket. It had been one of the few things I still had from our time together… The lights dimmed and my music started, the foreboding drum track setting the mood. The guitars hit and I passed through the curtain to the screaming crowd as my name was emblazoned above me on the titantron.

Am I beautiful? As I tear you to pieces?

The roar of the crowd was thunderous and I could feel the vibrations of their screams in my chest. Normally, the cascade of boos and/or cheers created the most intense high, but right now? There was no time to drink it in, my eyes drawn immediately to the ring. Karl and Luke were at the end ramp, looking entirely too satisfied with themselves. I didn’t care about the other two, Rollins and Bayley, not when he was right there, looking like he’d just seen a ghost.

His face was pale, eyes wide, and mouth agape in shock and the predatory grin that took over my face couldn’t be helped. Even after all these years, I still had an effect on him. I winked and straightened his jacket with a touch so slow it could have been mistaken for a caress. I sauntered my way down the ramp, my eyes never leaving him as he leaned over to hurriedly speak with Bayley, his hand gestures frantic. Bayley appeared skeptical, but there was a touch of worry there in the set of her mouth.

Whatever Finn was saying about me was likely true.

“Oh my god. That’s (Y/N) from NXT! What is she doing here? Is she Anderson and Gallows’ partner?”

“Are you dumb Michael? Of course she’s here as their partner! She decimated the NXT Women’s division, so why not get some fresh competition on RAW?”

I slid into the ring, between the top and second ropes, my eyes never leaving Finn. I didn’t play to the crowd or acknowledge anyone else in the ring, because it felt like everything else had fell away and every fiber of my being was screaming for him.

He looked almost exactly like he did in Japan. The lines around his eyes were a little deeper, the contours of his body a little sharper, the beard a little fuller than I remembered, but it was still him. Now if only he would not look so shaken by my presence, I’d be feeling a little more confident. I could faintly feel Luke and Karl flanking me and I gave Finn a slow, exaggerated once over, completely ignoring Bayley and Seth.

“Hello handsome. It’s been a while.”

The Irishman’s jaw clenched, the muscles in his jaw ticking, and he swallowed tightly at my words. He remained silent with flinty eyes and I pouted, disappointed at the lack of a more overt reaction. I heard what sounded like the bell and I was being cajoled by Karl back into our corner.

I wasn’t really paying attention to the match. I paid no mind to the chants of the crowd or to the curious looks from Finn’s partners. I was in a daze, my eyes only focused on the lean, sinewy body of Finn and trying not to be overwhelmed by the dizzying speed with which the memories assaulted me. I was in the middle of a particularly fond memory of a beach in Okinawa and tanning oil when Karl elbowed me sharply.

Bayley, the silly girl had tagged herself in, to the protests of Finn.

I wasn’t too proud to admit that the little green monster of jealousy flared at the concern he was showing for her. It was I that was with him when Bullet Club was formed. It was I who helped him to that second Best of the Super Juniors, and then picked him back up after his failed challenge to Okada. It was I who endured his rage after losing the title to Kota Ibushi. It was I who knew the darkest parts of his soul and still worshipped him regardless. I was the only person he should be looking at like that.

She was going to regret making herself special to him.

I kept my body deceptively relaxed as I entered the ring and stared down the former Women’s champion, head cocked to the side like she was a particularly fascinating insect. Bayley seemed to be caught off guard by my perceived disinterest in actually engaging her. I stood like that for several moments while my opponent circled me, the crowd becoming increasingly confused as well.

“Do something!”

I arched my brow at her cried words and still didn’t move. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Finn’s face contort in trepidation as he began to pace in his corner and Seth’s body language appeared to be equally as anxious. It was while my eyes weren’t on her that Bayley threw a clubbing forearm, my head twisting to the side as I staggered backwards and pain blooming across my jaw. I rubbed at the sore area, a small smile pulling at the corners of my lips as I turned back to her and I could feel the all too familiar buzz in my veins.

“This isn’t anything personal. You’re just in my way.”

Her eyes went wide as I hit her across the face with a European uppercut, her body crashing to the mat. She rolled towards the ropes, the gather herself, and I cocked my head to the side, a game plan forming. I let her pull herself up using the ropes and as soon as she was up to a vertical base, I aimed a sharp kick to the arm she had braced on the top rope. The crack of my boot hitting the tender flesh of the inside of her upper arm was satisfying and so was the way Bayley cradled her arm to her body.

“Tha’ barely stung, stór. Y'need ta kick me like y'hate me. Do ye want ta be a champion or a nobody? Do it again.”

The ghost of Devitt’s words echoed in my ears and added extra force to my strikes. The buzz that was in my veins began to intensify, the blows of my elbows, knees, and palms connecting with Bayley with the most satisfying sound of flesh striking flesh. It’s hard for anyone to get an offense going when they’re curled in on themselves, looking for any sort of reprieve in this kind of assault. Luke and Karl were behind me yelling encouragement and I could have sworn I smelled blood in the water.

“Yer hips are outta position again stupid girl. Yer never goin’ ta get the height on tha’ suplex and yer opponent will use it against ya. ’m not gonna fookin’ tell ya third time.”

Something as elementary as a suplex was what tripped me up. My hips weren’t positioned underneath Bayley’s, nor were they square enough to lift her. The former champion sensed it and was able to reverse my attempt at a German suplex into one of her own. I landed heavily on my shoulders, my head pounding against the mat, and I could have sworn I saw stars. Fuck, not like this. I had too much to prove.

A moment passed, then I realized over the roar of the crowd in attendance that she wasn’t making a pin attempt.

She began to crawl her way towards her corner, her hand stretching towards her teammates to tag someone, anyone in. Bayley’s digits were just mere inches from touching Finn’s outstretched hand in a tag, but she was just a hair too slow as I caught her by her boots.

“No one is goin’ ta help ya. Th’ queen’s job is ta protect th’ king. Remember yer role and don’t ask me again.”

“Won’t you help her Finn? She needs you!” I jerked Bayley back by her foot violently, before grabbing her outstretched arm and waving it mockingly in his direction. “Save her Finn!”

The boos and screams of disapproval made my blood sing.

Finn’s face was stony and Seth was yelling at the referee about sportsmanship as I grabbed Bayley by her ponytail and pulled her to the middle of the ring. I gave a small giggle before attempting to lock in a cross armbreaker. I wasn’t quite fast enough as she locked her hands together and I couldn’t pry them apart. Sweat was burning at my eyes and my muscles were screaming, but I pushed it all aside as I kicked a boot to her face and got back to my feet.

I needed to end this.

Bayley was like dead weight and it was a struggle to get her to her feet, but I was able to manage it. I grabbed a fistful of her now loose ponytail and jerked her head upwards as I turned to make eye contact with Finn.

“Ye take what y'want. And make a fookin’ statement when ya do it. Now come and give me some lovin’.”

The feral grin couldn’t be pushed off of my face as I held my index finger and thumb to my opponent’s temple in a mimicry of a gun. Finn snarled, but it was already too late. I pulled Bayley up into Bloody Sunday and sent her crashing to the mat, quickly floating over for the pin.

Luke and Karl had snuck around the ring to pull both Finn and Seth off the apron to prevent them from breaking up the cover.

One.

Two.

Three.

“’m so proud of ya, stór. So fookin’ proud.”

He approached me a couple minutes after the match, in a seemingly abandoned hallway. It didn’t matter that he had a thundercloud over his head and an angry purpose in his walk. I lit up with a sunny smile when I realized I was his sole focus and God, did it feel good to be the only thing he could see again.

“Hey handsome! Are you proud of me? That was a really good match, wasn’t it? I did good right?”

I could feel myself practically vibrating with nervous energy and anticipation. He was here, in front of me, and I had his undivided attention and I was blind to his anger.

“What th’ fook is wrong with ya, (Y/N)? That wasn’t a match, that was ye tryin’ ta hurt Bayley!”

I blinked, confused. Why was he so concerned about Bayley? I beat her, that’s what mattered to Dev- Finn.

“But I won? That’s what you told me always mattered. Besides, I’m here now! We can be like we were!”

He shook his head, a wan smile on his face. “Un-fookin-believable. Is that what ye really think?”

I knew he would be different, I just didn’t know that it would be like this. The hurt and the confusion pumped through me, my brows furrowed.

“I don’t understand Devitt. What has this place done to you? You make a little more money and then you go soft? Or do you just not believe in yourself anymore?”

“’m not Devitt anymore. It’s been a long time (Y/N), ’m not the same man ye knew in Japan.”

I snorted derisively, venom on the tip of my tongue. The hurt remained, but the confusion was quickly morphing into anger. He didn’t see it, he would always be Devitt. You don’t just throw away pieces of your personality, of yourself, simply because you’re afraid of it.

“That much is clear. The man I knew in Japan was fearless, he took what he wanted and when he wanted it. He didn’t care about how he got it or what the fans thought about him,” I spat the words like they were something disgusting at him. “The man I knew in Japan wouldn’t have become this castrated shadow that’s standing in front of me.”

Finn’s face went slack for just a moment, the barest of moments, in shock before the fire sparked in his eyes and his visage twisted into an angry snarl.

“Ye don’t get ta say shit like that ta me. Not after what ya did.”

I felt like I had been slapped, the air rushing from my lungs. I knew we’d be discussing this eventually, but like this? So soon? And in an empty fucking hallway?

“If you would have let me explain after it happened instead of shutting me out like a child, you would have known that I wasn’t involved! They didn’t tell me any-”

“But ya still stayed with them! Ya still stayed and ya did nothing. If that doesn’t tell me all I need ta know about it, I don’t know what will.”

The anger that bubbled within me was swift and all consuming.

“I had no other choice Dev- Finn! Was I supposed to turn my back on people that you made like family to me? To be alone again? Would that have made you happy? Would you have spoken to me then? ”

His bark of laughter was condescending and for a moment, just a moment, I thought it was the man I fell in love with in front of me. The cold cruelty and the rapier tongue, the vicious sneer and the calculating eyes… Beneath the burn of anger in my veins, my heart swelled with hope. He was still there.

“Family? Do ye fuck the new head of the family to welcome them? Did ya call AJ daddy? How long did it take for ya to hop inta Omega’s bed? Or maybe Cole’s more yer taste, ya do like them pret-”

The crack of the slap echoed through the hallway, Finn’s head snapping to the side from the force of my palm striking his cheek. The palm of my hand felt numb from the force of the slap and I could have sworn I heard the barest of growls escaping from Finn’s mouth, but I continued, any sense of self preservation fleeing in the face of my own fury.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you ever doubt how I feel about you. Nothing ever happened with Styles or Cole. And where do you get off trying to pull that shit? Like you’ve been a fucking saint since Japan. I know all about the rats.”

Finn touched the angry red handprint on his cheek, rubbing at it tenderly.

“So it was Omega then. ‘ow did I know? Figures ye’d go fer someone as mentally fooked as you.”

My vision tinged red.

With a shriek I launched myself at him, fingers outstretched in a crude imitation of claws, with every intention of gouging those pretty blue eyes out.

Gallows, from seemingly out of nowhere, materialized, wrapped his arms around my waist mid air, and proceeded to frog march me out of the hall. Ever so faintly, from behind me as I was flailing helplessly in the much taller man’s arms, I could hear Anderson trying to talk Finn down from the rage he was inevitably in.

I caught Gallows’ muttered words though, the anger fleeing my body and a feeling of satisfaction settling into my bones, and I just knew that I looked like the cat who caught a canary.

“God, it’s like we’re in Japan all over again.”

Several weeks went on like that. I was the cat and he was the mouse and God, did I enjoy the chase. There was just something so primal and satisfying about this. I would show up at ringside for his matches, never interfering, but just watching. I made sure to get underfoot whenever he was going anywhere, always with an offer of help and a smile. We were even arguing with each other again, which was something I always looked forward to.

Fale used to joke that arguing and fighting was practically foreplay for us.

He was a little rattled at first.

I was wearing him down, I just knew I was.

He had called me stór during one of our many arguments. He’d visited me, ever so briefly, in the training room when it was thought that I sustained a concussion in a match with Banks. When he thought I was asleep on a flight, Finn had walked by and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear.

Finn seemed to be changing as well. His temper was shorter, which was leading him to become more easily frustrated in matches. On more than one occasion, I had tracked the Irishman’s eyes to a chair or to the ramp. I had even caught him looking like he was about to call to me for assistance when I was at ringside during a house show. He seemed to have realized what he was about to do as well, because he looked like he swallowed a lemon.

Things escalated one Monday night, in the dead of summer.

Finn was on his way to the title match with Brock and that pesky swamp man kept getting in the way. Wyatt made my skin crawl and just meeting his eyes once was enough for me to start checking behind me in dark hallways and parking lots. So it was with a great deal of dread that I made the decision that I did when it was apparent that Wyatt had brought lackeys with him to interrupt Finn’s match.

The lights had cut and then that eerie music began to play for just a moment.

Then the music cut and there was just darkness.

I was in the back watching on a screen, Anderson and Gallows nowhere to be seen, and the hair immediately began to stand on the back of my neck. This wasn’t good and I couldn’t leave him out there alone without backup.

The lights came up and I was out of the dressing room like a shot out of the barrel of a gun.

Wyatt and his two large masked lackeys were in the ring, Finn surrounded, and Reigns knocked out cold on the floor.

I at least had the wherewithal to grab a steel pipe on my way to the ring.

The crowd was confused, exploding into simultaneous cheers and boos as I charged down the ramp to the ring, where Wyatt was laughing and not paying me any mind.

Which was fine by me.

I slid into the ring and swung for the fences into one of the mask wearing lackey’s abdomens. The vibrations up the pipe from the force of the strike hurt my hands, but I couldn’t stop. There were three of them and one of me, Finn and Reigns being of no help after their beatdowns. Wyatt was relaxed against the ring post, his head cocked to the side with a the strangest grin on his face. The second masked goon charged, his arm held out for a clothesline. The one thing I did have going for me was agility and I was able to duck underneath the thick arm, to pivot and strike at the man’s low back.

The way the man dropped was only satisfying for a moment.

I had turned my back to Wyatt and when I turned around, I was kicked in the stomach, the air rushing out of me audibly and the pipe dropping from my hand. Before I was able to recover, I was bent backwards into a horrifying dip. Air was still a precious resource and the lack of it limited my struggles as Wyatt laughed, then he pressed a scratchy kiss to my forehead.

I thought I heard a shout from where Finn lay, then darkness.

The world came back to me just a moment later, with Gallows’ worried face swimming in my vision.

“What the hell, pipsqueak?”

I went to laugh, but I groaned at the pounding in my skull. Medics came to attend to me and I waved them off. It was going to take more than that to keep me down and needing medical attention. Groaning, I moved to sit up in an upright position.

“’m fine ’m fine. Finn, is Finn okay?”

Gallows’ barked laugh startled me and made my head throb, but he was shaking his head with a fond grin and he leaned back onto his heels.

“I guess some things never do change. See for yourself.”

It was then, over the dull roar of the crowd, that I could make out the accented shouts that could only be from one person and my heart swelled painfully as I turned towards them. For a moment, it’s like I was back in Japan.

“Did ye really think ye’d get away with this? ’m gonna rip ya to fookin’ pieces!”

Old Machine Gun, bless him, was attempting to hold back an absolutely enraged Irishman who just so happened to be wielding the steel pipe I had dropped. Wyatt was laughing maniacally at ringside, security surrounding him and his two masked lackeys. Off on the other end of the ring, the medical staff were tending to a groggy looking Reigns. Luke put a thick arm around my frame and hoisted me to my feet, mumbling the entire time about how the last time this happened, Captain New Japan was in the hospital for a week.

“The queen always comes to protect the king, Balor! Just like I knew she would!”

The roar that tore out of Finn’s body was damn near inhuman and he lunged forward towards the ropes, the pipe at the ready. Karl cursed, leaning into the Irishman to keep him from attempting to commit murder. My blood buzzed pleasantly at the way that he seemed so intent on caving in Wyatt’s skull, seemingly because the other man had mentioned me.

“Easy there Finnegan! Hey! Hey cool it man! She’s up and moving!”

He whirled around, seemingly possessed, with eyes ablaze and the steel pipe at the ready.

Those molten blue-gray eyes made contact with mine and time seemed to slow. Everyone else fell away and it felt the only two people in an arena of fifteen thousand was Finn and I. Electricity crackled in the air and through my body and Finn took a hesitant step forward, hesitation and uncertainty clear in his body language. He was angry (with both myself and the creepy swamp man, no doubt), concerned with how heavily I was leaning on Gallows, and for the first time, in a long time, lust.

“Don’t you ever doubt me again.”

I had to be helped both backstage and to the hotel room that night.

My head was pounding and my neck was painfully stiff. I’d been here before, no amount of compresses or painkillers would help, just sleep and time. Gallows and Anderson hovered like burly mother hens until I threatened to smother them with pillows and then they mercifully left. I had been cleared of a concussion by the medical staff, there was no need for this, especially when we had been in Japan together and they’d seen me in much, much more dangerous situations.

I had to force myself to take a shower after that. Every movement was a struggle, the little twinges of pain constant and annoying. Each time I blinked, I saw Finn on the inside of my eyelids. The way his face had set in determination when I had spoken to him tonight, the fierce brightness in his eyes, the way every muscle in his body seemed to be tensed in preparation for something…

Sleep was within my reach, curled up on the too soft mattress in an overly large t-shirt, limbs heavy when I was unceremoniously pulled from the world of dreams by a series of heavy knocks at the hotel door. I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head. Maybe if just ignored whoever it was at the door, they would take the hint and leave.

Luck was not on my side, as the knocks became louder and so much more insistent. I punched at the pillowy mattress with a growl before vaulting myself off the bed and stomping to the door, my mood fouling with each step. If it was Gallows or Anderson, I was going to take more than a pound of flesh.

My heart stuttered and my breath caught as I peered into the peephole.

Dev- Finn. Finn was outside of my room. His face was dark and unreadable, his body language tense and filled with barely restrained energy.

My fingers shook as I unlatched the locks on the door and I could feel sweat beginning to bead along my hairline.

As soon as the hotel room door was open enough to face Finn, he was suddenly surrounding me. There were no words spoken, not when his mouth was moving almost viciously against mine, all teeth and tongue. One hand had a bruising grip against my hips, the other cradling my face tenderly, and then my back hit the wall with a thud. I could have sobbed at the sudden rush of emotion and arousal.

He’d come home.

“Can’t stay away from ya anymore.”

The words were murmured against my mouth, as he made short work of large, worn sleeping shirt I was wearing. The cotton fabric gave way underneath his large hands, the delicate lace of my panties shredding with ease, the elastic of the waistband biting into the flesh of my hips before it gave way. The sting of the elastic made me gasp and Finn took that opportunity to place biting kisses along the sensitive skin of my neck. The feel of his lips and teeth sent a livewire of arousal to my core, the flesh between my thighs becoming uncomfortably slick.

The hand on my hip traveled to my core and dipped in, to test to see if I was ready. His sudden touch on my overheated flesh sent me arching against him with a lusty whimper and the smirk on his face alone was enough to bring me to the brink of an orgasm. There was a rustle of clothing and then my right leg was being lifted to loop around his hip, the thick and blunt head of his cock pressing against the opening to my core.

“P-please Finn. Missed this, missed you!” I barely recognized my own voice in the high pitched whine that squeaked out of me. His hips snapped forward sharply giving me no time to adjust, the sudden stretch right at that razor’s edge of pleasure blending into pain.

“Yer gonna wanna hold on, stór.”

I scrambled to grasp his shoulders, forced onto tip toes to keep this angle that made me pant with pleasure. Finn, somehow after all this time, was still able to find that one spot hidden inside of me that made my toes curl and my fingernails dig into his shoulders. His breath was labored and he littered bites along my neck and shoulders. With every new mark, I could feel my orgasm creeping closer and closer.

He wrapped a large hand around my throat and leaned in to mutter filth about how much he missed this and how I felt so much better than he remembered. The pressure on my neck was mounting with every snap of his hips, air becoming more precious and my vision going fuzzy.

“Scream fer me. We’re jus’ gettin’ started.”

His hand came off of my throat and I came apart with a scream, just as I was commanded.

He was exactly as I remembered, completely insatiable. No surface in that small hotel room went unused, the bed being saved for the last two rounds. I fell asleep with my head over his heart, deliciously sore and sated with a soft smile.

He came back.

I woke up to an empty bed the next morning.

“One! Two! Three! He did it! Finn Balor has taken back the championship he never lost!”

I had never been so proud of him.

I hadn’t seen him since that stolen night in the hotel less than a week ago. He had been successful in avoiding me, my little black heart tugged painfully at the possible thought that what had happened was our final hurrah.

“Do you wanna go congratulate him pipsqueak?”

My head snapped to Gallows, who was watching me with soft eyes and a knowing smile on his face. The big man was deceptively perceptive and he seemed to prefer it when people underestimated him. He’d never once corrected anyone, preferring to let others just think he’s muscle.

“Can we?”

The words came out a little bit more earnest than I intended to, but Gallows just gave a grin and shouted at Machine Gun to come on out, that we were going to give Balor an early victory celebration. Karl gave a woop of excitement, hurrying everyone out the door of the dressing room.

It’s as we were making our way to the gorilla position, that the monitors showed we weren’t the only ones with the same idea. Ambrose, Reigns, and Rollins had joined the new champion in the ring, appearing to both congratulate him and throw their name into the metaphorical ring for a title shot.

The heads of the four men snapped towards the ramp as the Club’s music hit and we started down the ramp. The former members of the Shield were tense, clearly preparing for a confrontation, but Finn… Finn was pretending to be ready for a fight.

I knew him better than I knew myself. I was able to read every mood, every subtle shift in body language. It was part of the reason our relationship was so turbulent in the past, we knew exactly where to needle each other. He was putting on a front for the three other men, but why?

Then I saw it.

The barest of winks. The smile that split across my face could only be described as maniacal.

Not only had he come back home, he was coming back home completely whole.

I knew my Prince would come back.

#finn balor imagine #finn balor smut #finn balor fic #prince devitt imagine #prince devitt smut #prince devitt fic #repost from the old blog

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Can I have Finn's other persona, the Prince, headcanons, please? 👉🏻👈🏻

I feel like I need to warn here. Prince isn’t really... the hearts and flowers guy. So, I apologize in advance. I touched on a lot of these in the other post I did for him, but honestly, there was a little more I could’ve done, so yes, yes, gladly. I’ll do this. I love this particular character, btw. Even though he’s a raging damn asshole for the most part. Or maybe that’s why I love it? Idk.. anyway, thank you for sending me these and I’m so so so sorry it took a thousand years to get them posted.

Warnings:

uhh.. Kids under 18, go the entire fuck outside, please, I beg of you. I’m saying this out of love/respect for you guys.... Because I like to try and do these as honestly and true to canon/character in kayfabe as I can and yeah... Prince can be ... one hell of a guy. I don’t really know how out of pocket this is liable to get, tbh. I’ll trigger/squick tag everything I think might be bothersome before I post this.

wax play, body fluids, aggressive sex, biting, public sex, rope play, hot and cold play, sensory deprivation, knife play are all the tw’s i have for you all, tbh.

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Okay, first of all.. If I haven’t emphasized this enough already in my previous Prinxe post, what you need to decide before getting involved in any way, shape or form... Is how far are you really willing to go. Because the sex is bomb as fuck a++++++ and all the gold stars, but... Prinxe is a bit of, no.. He can be a huge asshole. He wouldn’t be him if he weren’t. And he’s very entitled. Prideful. So if you two were to argue, and you sit around waiting on him to apologize? Keep waiting. Because that’s all that’s gonna happen. If you can deal with all this shit then cool. Go for it, do you and be happy.

IDK if I touched on this in the other post but.. The man is a masochist. He absolutely gets off on pain. The harder you can tug his hair, the harder you can choke him, the harder you bite down on those very kissable lips... The more he’s going to get off.

-- On this note.. Do not, by any stretch, expect him to go easy on you or treat you like a piece of fine china, because what you do to him will be done back to you. If you’re not into inflicting or receiving pain, it’s best to stay far away from the guy.

The more dangerous something sounds, the more he gravitates towards it. This is not always a good thing, either. It’s really not.

I mentioned before that he has a humiliation kink. And he won’t stop until you’re honest to god on the verge of tears. To begin with, the man has himself a razor tongue and cold iron wit... adding the fact that he gets off on using words to hurt/embarass others? Yikes.

I mentioned shibari in the last one. His favorite thing to do while he’s got you all tied up and straining against the ropes -he’ll demand you squirm and move for him btw, because the biggest part of being into shibari/the act of rope play for him is the fact that you’re right there and you can’t get away until he lets you, .. Anyway, where was I? He really likes to take this knife with a delicate thin and cold blade... And trail it over your body. Cutting away your clothes, because let’s face it, you’re not going to have a stitch to wear when you’re with him. You’re going to be naked and ready to go at any time. So.. Knifeplay is another kink I can kinda see Prinxe having. No, he wouldn’t intentionally hurt you on purpose. But really, you need to ask yourself if you trust the guy enough to be anywhere near you with a knife. Or ropes. Or hot wax..

Very into hot cold play. Loves to drip hot candle wax on your naked body.

Doesn’t bother to hide the screen when you two are having a hot and heavy and filthy cam session while he’s on the road. So.. if you’re not into god knows who seeing you in various states of undress and near feral horniness, then it won’t bother you. But if you believe that private things need to stay private, you’re not going to like this about the guy at all.

Loves to grab hold of your jaw when you’re about to swallow his load and smirk in satisfaction. Nothing gets him off more than when he watches his sexual partner swallow and taste him.

-- Has made you taste yourself for him. The way you whimpered and moaned and groaned had him coming in seconds if I’m being honest.

-- The more vocal you are when giving him a blow job or when he’s pounding you, the harder it’s going to be to keep him from utterly wrecking you or controlling his own orgasm because there’s something about your little noises that make him dangerously close to getting off every time you make them. And bet your ass, he does literally everything he can to keep you noisy, no matter the situation. Even if it’s a public setting. He doesn’t care.

Anybody whose with him needs to have a very broad and open mind, because Prinxe here is constantly evolving in kinks and things he wants to try out on you. And he’s not the kind of guy who wants to have you talked into whatever it is he wants to do wit hyou either. Nothing would make him lose interest faster if we’re being honest. He’s pretty much just ghosted people for far less. So if your mind is closed, probably best to steer clear.

Prinxe is into men and women. If he finds you desirable, he’s going to pursue you. In his own way, of course. Just... Whether you’re a man or a woman, please remember.. This guy is very good at pouring on the charm and seeming like a legit perfect guy. Know that he has many, many faults. Some worse than others. Know what you’re in for and know your limitations. Be firm with him.

-- On that note... a lesser known thing about our boy here... he is totally into his partner being dominant af too. He absolutely loves the power struggle. He tends to win most of the time, but whew.. is it ever one hell of a time during the whole chase / power struggle.

The man has a huge spanking kink. Getting and giving. Only rarely does the getting part of it get indulged though because Prinxe is not the type to easily hand over the dominant role in bed because that means he’s at your mercy and nope.. That is not him. He cannot stand relinquishing control. At all.

-- This goes without saying, it has happened. But it’s very very rare. So don’t expect it. And if you do, either go elsewhere or lower your expectations.

The man does NOT like condoms. At all. That said, this is one of few things he will concede on. If you want him to wear one, he will. He’s also a stickler for safewords. He’s not the best at aftercare, but.. On occasion, he does attempt it. Only if he’s reasonably serious about someone. And that’s not often either because to be honest, in his mind, it’s Prinxe Devitt’s show and we’re all just living in it.

Lowkey, he’d love it if he met just one person who could meet his difficult nature, have a glowing and shiny spine to stand against it and just dominante the fuck out of him. He’d die before admitting it, but he’d love just one time to have someone turn the tables on him.

-- if you were to do that, he’d be a begging and whimpering, overstimulated mess in your mercy.

-- It’s not quite clear how one would go about doing that though, so good luck figuring it out.

Very into sensory deprivation. Loves to edge you until you’re crying and begging and squirming at his every touch. But very into sensory deprivation. Total sensory deprivation. He’ll blindfold you, gag you, tie you up and tease you until you’re at your brink.

-- secretly wants to have it done to him because holy shit, he’d love that. he’d never admit it, as I said, but yeah.

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Prologue | Alexa Bliss and Finn Balor

After the recent batch of NXT tapings had wrapped up Finn decided to wait backstage on his phone.

"If it isn't everyone's favorite space man.." Alexa said, walking up to Finn with a slight bounce in her step, as he looked up from his phone still typing before looking back at his phone and continued typing.

"Somebody tells me that uh, Cathy kinda dumped you.." Alexa replied with a look of slight worry on her face. Finn stopped typing, his face dropped and his head turned to look at Alexa. With a slight sound of panic in her voice, Alexa looked back at Finn. “What?!”

“Nothing” he replied and then paused “Why are you even here in NXT? Did you get called up years ago?” he asked, looking back at his phone and continued scrolling.

“Hunter was wondering if there’s anything for me back here now Asuka and Sane took away our womens tag titles but it doesn’t look like it.” She revealed as she looked back at her phone to check the time as a slight pause followed “Hold up” Alexa blurted out suddenly enough to startle Finn, “If all the tapings are finished for the next few weeks, why are you still here?”

Finn again stopped typing and sighed as he put his phone down beside him. “Cathy dumped me because she apparently found someone better but she won’t tell me who so I wanted to see if I could talk to her.”

Alexa’s eyes rolled as she walked in front of Finn looked directly into his eyes “Finn, I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t but I have to be honest with you.” He looked down to meet her eyes, nervous at what Alexa was about to say, “Cathy left the building half an hour ago after commentary wrapped up and she didn’t leave alone” The pain in Finn’s eyes was obvious from the second the news dropped as he nervously looked around thinking of what to do or say next.

He rubbed his bottom lip and looked back at Alexa, “Who was it?” he asked seemingly annoyed “I can’t tell you.” Alexa mumbled as she looked at the floor. “Who was it, Alexa?” Finn asked again with even more anger in his voice. “I..I can’t tell you” she mumbled slightly shaking. “Alexa,” Finn said suddenly with calm in his voice which led Alexa to look back up into his eyes, “You’ve been like a little sister to me since we both debuted in NXT. Please don’t ruin that by hiding things from me, please tell me who she left with”

“Velveteen,” she said quickly looking away realizing she had just got her friend into trouble as she nervously played with her nail

“Velveteen, huh” Finn chuckled to himself as he looked around in disbelief, “I’m gonna grab a shower and get out of here, I need some time to myself” throwing himself around Alexa, hugging her before kissing her on her forehead “Thank you for telling me, I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry” as he slowly let go and headed towards his changing room.

“Finn” she pleaded, “Please, I know what you’re going through, as soon as Buddy got called up and got over he broke up with me, if you ever need someone I’m here”

“Thank you” replied Finn before he turned around and entered his locker room, closing the door behind him..

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finally drafting the outline to the apollo 55 sequel, surprisingly the title is not a coldplay lyric but instead a rhcp one

#njpw #fergal devitt #ryusuke taguchi #prince devitt #apollo 55 #ava’s ficcing adventures

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Brushes With Balor- Part 13

Let me know as always if you liked, thank everyone so much for coming on this journey!

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THE RESCUE

Japan, circa 2014

The crowd away from home was more subdued, and Prince Devitt lived for it. The chance to make people squirm in their seats- do they applaud the crazy foreign man? The Prince would always hold some hearts here in this alien land. He rode in on the shoulders of Fale, towering over every possible opponent, and sure to be seen at every turn. Prince Devitt and the Demon King would bow to no man, woman or supernatural being. The fire burned in his veins, he owned this place, the tension in the air was his oxygen and the bated breaths made his heart pump.

Japan had been yet to learn of the Demon king, but they would. Soon. Was the promise from the king, they would unveil him and Japan would have their new ruler. The plans were in motion and were going to go without a hitch. The Bullet Club would have their supernatural side on full blast, and they would be revealed to the world. The NJPW scene wasn’t the biggest, but once they saw Balor, he would span over media. Balor would reach to the furthest corners of the world, and using Devitt’s body would only enhance it.

Gallows and Anderson were at his side, followed by Bad Luck Fale and Tama Tonga. The club was on their way to the ring, Young Bucks were soon to follow. Balor had been warning the Prince, the Young Bucks would soon turn. It would not matter. They are young, they will make mistakes. But the King and Prince will show them.

Devitt could only agree with Balor, anything for the King.

The match could only be described as how to burn the building down. Devitt had won but it was no easy contest, and this showed when he offered his hand to shake his opponent’s. Another foreign man wanting to make a name for himself. He will unfortunately disappear all too soon over here. Balor whispered into Devitt’s ear and he agreed. Sometimes people just didn’t make it. The audience showed their appreciation, and Devitt saw his opponent blow a kiss to someone in the crowd. He looked in curiosity to see another man clapping and smiling and Balor laughed Love will make you weak. What they didn’t see was the Young Bucks jump onto the ring, and run into Devitt’s opponent from behind. The ringing of the bell was what alerted him to the attack.

The Bucks were stomping and throwing everything they had at the man, but Devitt just froze. Balor was quiet. Devitt grabbed the nearest twin and yanked him away from the slaughter. The Bucks turned to him now. “He’s beaten, leave him.” Devitt’s voice sounded strange, even to his own ears when he spoke this. The twins looked at him like he had another head, the bell ringing had made him feel like he had grown one. “He challenged you, you beat him, we beat him. That’s how the Bullet Club works!” One of the twins was shouting at him now, and Devitt didn’t care to make a note of which it was. The other was slowly circling him now, and Balor noticed that a fight was about to occur. Balor also saw a lack of Gallows or Anderson at ringside, and judging by the bruises decorating the Young Bucks’ hands, Gallows and Anderson had already had their party. “So this is how it ends.” Was the only sentence from Prince Devitt, and he acknowledged the irony of the Prince and King being taken down by their followers. There is a poem for this I am sure, but please focus on the fight. Balor chastised his young body and Devitt shook his head.

The blow from behind had not been expected, and when Devitt turned, he saw Fale standing tall over him. Shit. Fale had been a key follower and reinforcement of Devitt’s reign, and this coup had clearly been building from the inside- judging by the anger in Fale’s eyes, he had been the first to turn. Devitt scrambled to the ropes in an attempt to either pull himself to his feet or roll from the ring, unfortunately, Fale gripped his ankle and pulled him back to the slaughter. Balor was ringing at the door and it wouldn’t be long until Devitt gave him full reign of his body.

Another body slammed down onto the mat.

Prince Devitt’s previous opponent was also going to be treated to the bruising kicks to the ribs apparently.

A scream entered the ring, and Tama Tonga came for the split blood. Devitt knew he would not be having help from the Tongan, there would be no man to ever fully win Tama over- he was only ever on the side that best suited him.

The ringing in Devitt’s ears grew louder and louder, the bell continued and the crowd was now screaming. The body that Devitt was in lashed its arm out, and fire shot from his fingers, catching onto the banners at the side of the ring. The Prince noticed but his assailants didn’t, the Prince also noticed that he was no longer in control. It seemed that Balor was not either, fight or flight had taken over. The body was acting of its own accord in an attempt to save itself. Devitt could only silently watch as the flames grew, and more energy shot from his body. There was a different bell now, a fire alarm. The crowd was dispersing, the blows lessened, and feet ran away.

Devitt struggled to move, the attack had been extensive. He was currently sporting broken ribs, a fractured arm and some form of head injury yet to be determined. He shut his eyes and wished to be in the room at the hotel, the smoke from the flames were reaching him now. I might be able to teleport, but you have to trust me. Balor spoke calmly but quickly, the sense of urgency in his voice unmistakeable; and Devitt had no other option but to allow the Demon King complete control of his body.

They vanished just as a support beam fell from above.

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Present Day

Something was keeping me awake. It could be the fear from the earlier conversation, it could be the fear that every single person I knew had been lying to me.

It could be the fear that I was nothing without this supernatural side. I was nothing before interacting with Finn, there was nothing special about me. I would die here and I would be forgettable again.

My cheek was red and sore to the touch from the conversation in the day, but as I saw street lamps light up I knew something was going to happen tonight- so I had to keep my injuries to the back of my mind. I had to concentrate, tonight is the night that it will happen.

A noise from the door in front of me grabbed my attention. I shifted in my chair, I wasn’t quite ready for my kidnapper to kill me yet, there were still things that I had to come to terms with. The door jiggled again, someone was messing with the lock. I looked around, panicking because I was tied to the chair this time. Nothing came to mind, and even if I did decide to move I’d fall over in the chair and have to die looking like an idiot.

When Seth burst through the door I think I actually peed my pants a little.

He was red in the face and his hair was unkempt, he was followed by Ambrose, Anderson, Gallows and Roman- Finn came in last and attempted to barricade the door. They all looked like they had been running from something. Seth smiled his crooked smile at me and began to run towards me, just as Finn screamed for him to stop.

A light flew from the floor. Straight into Seth. Seth screamed and froze.

I cried out from my chair and uselessly tugged at the restraints, Seth had a look of pure agony frozen on his face and my heart hurt to look. Dean shifted in the background with nervous energy, Roman was sniffing the air whilst Gallows, Anderson and Finn watched Seth. “Fucking do something!” I didn’t even realise my thoughts had been said aloud until everyone looked to me. Gallows turned to Anderson and muttered something, Finn hung in the background and wouldn’t even look at me. Dean shifted into my line of sight “Ya got anything to cut with?” His question shook me out of my rage and I shook my head.

Roman shook his head and his bun wiggled with it, he looked at the floor and kicked a stone across to where Seth was stood. A light came to the stone and I saw cracks form in it. My eyes widened in fear for Seth, who was still stuck in place.

You’re safe, he wants to make everyone suffer. You’re in a protected ring.

The voice from earlier came back into my panicked thoughts and squirmed in my chair, shifting it until I fell to my side. A coin fell from my pocket and rolled just past my head, where it was hit with light and frozen. Anderson stepped forward and scanned the floor “Obviously this was meant to hurt, the rock and coin have almost disintegrated straight away- Rollins is stuck.” He looked to me and spoke again “Think you can catch sweetness?” I nodded and he reached into his jacket, chucking me something small. It landed relatively near my hand, and I scooted closer until I could reach- a pocket knife.

I started working on my bonds, looking up to Seth every now and then to make sure no cracks had started to show. When I was free I jumped up and stood where the chair had been- dead centre. I looked at the men in the room “What now?”. A distinct tattooed arm wrapped around Dean from behind and pulled him through a side door. Before he disappeared I could already see the shaking smile on his face as his possessor took over. Roman scowled and went after Dean, fur sprouting as he shouted “Orton!” to us. I was left with a frozen Seth and The Balor Club, their leader wouldn’t look at me.

This had nothing to do with me, I had no idea how any of this worked! I was just some tech girl who wasn’t anything special! I was angry crying now, rubbing furiously at the tears as they fell. Gallows and Anderson were talking softly with Finn and I saw Finn shake his head and step further back from them “I’m useless here.” Is all I could see from his lips.

I turned to look at Seth again and my heart hurt at his face, twisted in agony over me. I caused him this much pain. I went to reach for him, and was an inch away. Even that made me miserable, I couldn’t share his pain or take any away from him. I looked into his soft brown eyes and remembered the almost kiss we shared, before something blasted him into the wall. I retreated back into my safe circle. If I had just kept my head down we wouldn’t be in this mess, if I just worked harder and didn’t have a social life then everyone would be fine. I would be alone, but it would be better than this.

Seth had been frozen for too long now, and I couldn’t begin to imagine how painful it was. I began to walk further back from the scene, Seth frozen in place and The Balor Club assessing the situation, testing how far the circle went with whatever they could find.

An arm wrapped around my throat.

A strangled noise came from my mouth before he applied the pressure to silence me completely. “Hello boys” I could hear his smile behind my right ear, and although I could breathe- I wasn’t about to say anything to make him tighten his arm. We had everyone’s attention in the room, and Anderson spoke first “So you’re the one behind all this?” My kidnapper laughed and I could feel him nod. Finn stepped forward “Who even are you?” His voice was blank, and his face said nothing- I desperately wanted him to look at me and tell me it was going to be okay. I wanted some reassurance from someone, hell I’d even take it from Gallows!

“Oh sweetness, I don’t expect you to know me. I’m just here to play.”

Finn’s face hardened “I don’t want to play. You clearly know who we are.”

He shuffled behind me “But where’s the fun? Prince Devitt was much more open to games.”

Finn tensed and Gallows put his hand on his shoulder. Finn smiled tightly “Prince Devitt ain’t about anymore. Ya got me instead. How about a deal for this game?” I was seriously contemplating killing Finn myself at this point, Seth was still frozen, my kidnapper had his arm wrapped completely around my neck and he wanted to play a game? To make a deal? Whilst I was seething with anger, apparently they had made their deal. My kidnapper whispered some words that I didn’t understand, and Seth unfroze with a scream. Gallows grabbed him from the circle and made sure he wouldn’t stumble back into it by accident.

My chest ached for him, to run and hug him- to make sure he was okay. To make sure he was angry with me. It was my fault this was all happening. Gallows spoke up now “Y/N, stop thinking like that.” I looked to him in shock, with wide eyes. The laugh came from behind me again “Mind reader, idiot.” He stage whispered in my ear and I tensed up against him. He yanked my head to the side and I felt him sniff my neck “She smells good fellas”. Finn tensed but shuffled behind Anderson, taking Seth from Gallows- Seth looked like dead weight on his shoulders.

“It’s boring without them in your life isn’t it Y/N? Just so normal and PLAIN. You were nothing before you got messed about with these pricks and now look. I was someone before I messed with them, now I’m nothing. I feel like I know how you’ve felt.”

He cackled in my ear once more and I turned my head away from it, the sound horrifically smooth considering how crooked he was. Feel in your pocket. The knife, you moron.

I wanted to growl at the voice inside my head, but it was right. Inside my front pocket was the knife that had been thrown to me, how I managed to put it there was beyond me. As I reached for it, Gallows cocked his head at me- apparently he had heard what had been said in my head. He shook his head slowly to me, and I kept my fist tight around the pocket knife. Anderson looked past my head “How do you know us? You mentioned Prince Devitt- New Japan then.” My kidnapper loosened his grip around my neck and chuckled.

“Karl. You’ve lost weight.” He twitched against my back “Finn- Prince Devitt. You’re more muscular nowadays, but goodness me if that modelling stint didn’t give a guy wet dreams.” He slurped his lips next to my ear, and made a kissing noise- I tried to wriggle away from him. “Now, now, now- where do you think you’re going?” He grabbed my arm and twisted, forcing me down onto my knees and producing a gun in seconds. I think I was past the point of shock.

Finn was my mate, he was also the Demon King, Gallows could read minds, I had been kidnapped- and my kidnapper had frozen Seth in magic.

A gun actually felt relatively normal in this situation.

“Well, since we’re not on first name terms, you can call me Mason.” The hand that had a hold of my arm moved to my shoulder and squeezed, I wanted to shrug him off but my arm was in pain and who knew what he was going to do next.

‘Mason’ fell quiet and waited. It was a clear power move, he had the answers and he had me- everything they came for was in his hand. But, in The BC’s favour was the fact this guy was batshit crazy. I knew from experience that he wouldn’t stay quiet for too long, eventually his erratic behaviour needed to expand and go somewhere. So it was all a matter of time. I looked to Gallows again in the meantime, attempting to catch his attention without being caught- his eyes flickered to me.

I have a voice inside my head telling me to do stuff. I still have the knife in my pocket. Give me a signal and I can stab his foot or something. By the wince on his face, I didn’t need to have shouted everything towards him, but he still nodded slightly.

The tension hung in the air, and I knew one side had to give in first. “Why are you doing this?” I guess it couldn’t have hurt for me to break the silence. Boy, was I wrong.

Using the butt of the gun, Mason smacked the back of my neck and jarred my head forwards. The three men in front of me tensed, and Finn looked murderous. “Ouch, dickwad.” I rubbed the back of my neck, and craned it up to look at the ceiling when he slammed the gun into my nose- of course it bled instantly. The boys were now protesting and stepping forward, before my eyes watered and I blinked. I sat forward and leant down, blood slipping to the floor and I pinched my nose- luckily it wasn’t broken, or not that I could tell. I got the hint that I was to not talk anymore.

“Since you won’t ask questions, I’ll have to answer hers. 4 years ago Balor- do you remember where you were?” He was gripping my shoulder tightly again, pressing his fingers in my skin deep. Finn shook his head, but his expression was guarded- he knew where he was but wanted Mason to say.

“Your last match in New Japan. Almost to the day it is… Your last match, and you burnt the building down after. There was only one casualty when there should have been two. You fucked up your Bullet Club for your Demon King and when they attacked you burnt the building down!” His voice rose until it was almost a screech at the end. Mason’s fingers suddenly left my shoulder and I flinched- expecting another attack. When I looked up he was pointing his gun at Finn.

“You should be dead. You need to be dead. Dead for what you did to him.” Finn caught onto something at that, recognition swept over his face.

“Tha was you, in the crowd.” His voice was lower and stable compared to Mason’s. Mason started to nod, and I noticed tears had formed in his eyes. “There’s not a day where I don’t regret wha happened in that buildin” Finn spoke softer, as if he was trying to calm a wild animal. Mason shrieked with laughter:

“You don’t regret it! You live for moments like those! Your Demon KNEW what was happening, and so did you! You killed him! Murdered in cold blood because you couldn’t keep a lid on Club business!”

He was pacing behind me now, the floor vibrating with every step he took. I closed my eyes, it was about the time I stopped watching New Japan because I ended up working on the road with WWE. All I can remember was the Bullet Club turning on their leader Prince Devitt, it had been speculated that he was moving across to WWE after the next NJPW PPV. The building had a freak accident, the cameras had been cut just before the fire came out; but the fire had completely consumed the whole building. By the sounds of it, someone didn’t make it out as it had been reported. I shook my head, of course. Mason’s soulmate.

Gallows had been looking at me and following along in my head, and he leant to Finn and whisper in his ear. Finn looked at Mason. “Your mate.” Mason let go of me completely and paced around the small space we had.

“You see Balor? It doesn’t actually matter if I’m someone important. I am a nobody with nothing who reduced you to this. You fucking strut around like you own the place! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DO TO PEOPLE!” He screamed at Finn who flinched with his words, I guess no matter what you tell yourself, you’re guilty in some ways. By this time my nose had stopped bleeding, but Mason had bit his lip enough that blood and spittle were flying from his mouth.

“He was my fucking world. Is my world. Everything since that day has been about getting back at you. I’m a useless Seelie, but I did my research. I had time on my hands, so much time after he died. I lost direction, but I’ve planned this for the last four fucking years.”

Anderson laughed at him “Wasn’t that great of a plan since it didn’t work out!” Karl smiled at his observation and I closed my eyes, not while I’m still here and he still has a gun Karl. Mason laughed along with him, and slowly Karl’s laugh died off. Mason aimed the gun into the back of my head and nudged my head forward slightly.

“Such a waste, just like killing David was.”

I jerked to the side as he pulled the trigger, and the bullet went through my neck into the ground in front of me. I don’t think I even screamed. I heard the Club shout just as I faded into black.

What a shit rescue.

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Finn’s heart lurched as Y/N fell forward and blood began to pool underneath her. Mason looked down at where she had been with wide eyes- no one had expected that apparently. Finn roared and stepped to the front, intending to go to Mason and rip his spine from his body.

A door behind Mason opened, and Dean Ambrose stumbled in looking dishevelled and wild- spotting Mason he grinned. Mason was oblivious, instead choosing to grin at Finn and point at Y/N on the floor. Roman was next through the door, dragging a bloody Randy Orton behind him. Roman looked over to Seth being held up by Finn and promptly dropped Orton on the floor. The two Shield members started walking over to an oblivious Mason.

Finn was barely keeping himself contained, but knowing he didn’t have any Balor right now made him practically normal. He could smell her blood from where he was stood, and saw the unsteady rise and fall of her chest- but it wouldn’t be long until she bled out on the floor. Roman tapped Mason on the shoulder and he didn’t even turn, his smile spreading as he said “Someone smell wet dog?” Roman rolled his eyes and punched the back of Mason’s neck, making him stumble forward and into the space that was the deadly area. Nothing happened. Mason grinned, there hadn’t been anything stopping them the entire time!

Finn pounced on him.

They landed on the floor and rolled, Finn straddled his waist and punched through Mason’s weak blocks- and his face quickly became bloody. Mason was laughing and encouraging him.

“You was there the whole time Finn! Why couldn’t you save her? There was nothing stopping you!”

Mason laughed, even when Finn’s right hook took a tooth from his mouth. There was nothing left of Finn, he was just a feeling. Pure anger, rage unfiltered. Nothing else was in his head, and he was panting by the time Luke and Roman dragged him from what was left of Mason. Luke spoke but Finn was still focused on Mason. Karl stepped into view, past Mason and over to Y/N. Finn blinked multiple times before their voices came ringing through “-lost so much. It’s a stretch, I can probably take some of it- just not all of it. Get everyone to the cars and bring them round- need to make a quick route to the hospital.” Understanding dawned on Finn, Karl was going to try and take the wound from Y/N’s neck- but she had lost so much blood. The fight they had to even get here was draining on them all. Apparently Mason had set traps for all of them no matter which route they took.

Mason gurgled from the floor and lifted his head to once again grin at Finn.

“He can’t reverse it all bud. I made sure of that, my magic may be limited, but my research wasn’t.”

With the final jab he laid his head back down and coughed before chuckling to himself. Finn went lax in Luke and Roman’s arms, and they set him on the floor. Karl was touching Y/N’s neck gently, and the other hand was on her bare shoulder. Finn watched as some of the neck injury healed, the wound was still deep but the blood flowing from it was significantly lessened. Karl looked pale when he let go and stumbled to his feet, shuffling over to Mason’s body before kneeling next to him. Karl spoke just loud enough for Finn to hear him “I hope you never find your mate again for this. There’s a special place for people like you.” Karl lunged forward and wrapped his hands around Mason’s neck, not chocking but so he could feel Mason’s neck under his fingers.

Finn stared as Mason’s neck started leaking blood, the wound opening itself on the side of his neck- but not deep enough to kill him. Karl stood from Mason and wiped himself off. “It probably won’t kill him because it’s his magic, but it will still suck.” Mason gurgled in reply and Karl came across to Finn, reaching for his bloody fists and Finn moved them away from him.

At that moment, Dean Ambrose burst through the door they had first come in. Finn hadn’t even noticed The Shield leave. Gallows and Anderson walked to Y/N and picked her up gingerly whilst Finn was offered a hand by the lunatic. Finn studied Ambrose and saw the twitching was still there, making Finn feel uncomfortable, but there was no owl head so he supposed Dean was as himself as he was going to get. Finn murmured his thanks and Dean replied “Of course, Demon King.” With a slight incline of his head they both turned to the door and out to the car.

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I can help

Paring: Finn Balor X OC Raven

Warning: none complete Fluffy goodness!

A/N: I've had this idea since last night so I decided to write it. It was inspired by this picture! So enjoy!

Raven raced down the long corridor. God it seemed to never end and when she got to the end she was stopped cold. Finn had won his match, and it was amazing that he'd have the year end on a high note for him. But now he was being thrown into the road crates by Dolph. She waited until the cameras were off to race to his side. "I can help." Raven said softly as she put out her hand. Finn looked up and a smile screatched across his face. "Lass ya didn't have ta come back now." Finn said as he took her hand.

She helped him stand and smiled at him. "Yes I did, I had to tell you how proud I am of you." Raven said. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "I think people know were dating Finn." Raven teased. "I know Raven but I still want ta keep our kisses between us." Finn said. She giggled and nodded. "Alright my love." Raven said softly. She looked at his chest and shook her head. "What is it?" Finn asked concerned. "It's just... you're hurt again!" Raven said. He lifted her chin so she would look at him. "Yes but I won didn't I?" Finn asked.

"Yes, but Fergal your hurt!" Raven said. "I'll be hurt a lot in tis business but I've got what no oter man has." Finn said. "What's that?" Raven asked. "Not what, lass, who." Finn said. "Who then?" Raven asked completely clueless. "You." Finn said. "Fergal!" Raven breathed. "Listen ta me Raven, ya are the most amazin woman and I'm lucky ta have met ya." Finn said. "No I'm the lucky one, I'm the one that gets to be with you Fergal." Raven said. He kissed her forehead and she smiled. That was his second favorite place to kiss her in public.

"My Raven why don't ya go back ta yer seat and let me get cleaned up." Finn said. "Ok, but I can help with your chest." Raven said. "Of tat I had no doubt." Finn said. He looked around and pulled her close kissing her softly. "I'm going to take good care of you tonight." Raven whispered. "No one else could Raven!" Finn said. She cupped his cheek and he smiled. "I love to see you happy, Fergal." Raven said. "I love ta see ya happy too, Raven." Finn said. They parted ways and she went back to her seat.

Once it was over and she was able to go back to the back to see him, she was happy again. "Raven." Becky called. Raven turned and grinned. "Hey!" Raven called and walked over. The tall red head hugged Raven tightly and smiled. "So what did ya tink of us women?" Becky asked. "You are the man Beck's and always will be, as a whole you put on one hell of a show!" Raven said. "Couldn't have said it better myself!" Finn said. Raven smiled as Finn wrapped his arm around her waist. "Ya did a damn good job Becky!" Finn said. "Couldn't have done it witout you, Fergal." Becky said.

They hugged and then said goodbye. "Raven ya better stick around more!" Becky called. Raven stopped and looked at Finn. "Did she just approve of me being around more?" Raven asked. "Yes." Finn laughed. They went to his their hotel room. She sat out her lavender candles and got her aloe vera ready. When Finn came out of the bathroom she was waiting on the bed. "Raven what's all tis about?" Finn asked. Raven fiddled with the sheet. "To help you." Raven said. He went to her and she kissed him softly. "I can help." Raven said.

It sounded like a plea like she was begging him to let her help. "My Raven only you can I told ya tat." Finn assured her. She caressed his cheek looking into his Ocean blue eyes. "Yes you did." Raven said. She got up and lit the candles. "Little mood lighting." Finn teased. "Just close your eyes and breathe deep." Raven said. She shook her head as she watched him lay down. "Smells good!" Finn sighed. She got on the bed and sat next to him. He opened his eyes and she smiled. "This is going to be cold but it'll help." Raven said. "Ok." Finn said.

She put a few drops on his chest and he hissed in a breath. "Cold is right." Finn said. "I'm sorry baby." Raven said. "Ya warned me lass, and I'm ok just wasn't expecting tat." Finn said. She gently rubbed the aloe into his skin and he smiled at her. "What?" Raven asked. "When ya said you could help, it almost sounded like ya were begging me." Finn said. She moved away and wiped her hands off. "Raven." Finn said softly. "Fergal I was begging because I wanted to help you feel better." Raven said. He sat up and wiped her tears away. "Ya hate ta see me hurt." Finn said.

"But I love to see you win!" Raven said. He pulled her closer and cupped her cheek. "Yer my good luck charm ya know tat?" Finn asked. His eyes were dead serious and she was at a loss for words. Those eyes that were normally Ocean blue now looked closer to grey. "Raven did ya hear me lass?" Finn asked. "Yes." Raven said softly. "Did ya know ya were my good luck charm?" Finn asked. "No." Raven said softly. "My Raven, mo ghrá ya have ta know tat every time yer wit me I win!" Finn said as he laid his forehead to hers. "I didn't put it together." Raven said. "Ya are my Raven." Finn said. "Fergal you can win without me there, you have." Raven said. "I don't want ta do tat anymore, Raven I love you." Finn said.

She stared at him and then tears filled her eyes. "I love you too, Fergal!" Raven said. He kissed her passionately and she held him tightly. When he pulled back she looked at him. "I want ya there when I win my title back!" Finn said. "I can help." Raven said. He held her close now as they drifted off to sleep. "I love you Raven, I need ya with me always." Finn whispered. "I love you too Fergal, I'll always be with you." Raven murmured half asleep. He kissed her forehead softly. "Sweet dreams my Raven." Finn said softly as he drifted off. He had been soothed by her words and simple actions of love.

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Careful What You Summon - Part 15

Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Y/N knew not to play with dead things, what happens when the dead things start to play with her?

Warnings: Eventual smut

Word Count: 854

A/N: Hey guys I know it’s been a few months since I last updated this fic and I’m sorry about that. So hopefully you guys enjoy this and it was somewhat worth the wait. And before you ask, yes… this part was inspired by AHS: Coven. Message me or leave a message if you would like to be added to my tag list.

“Balor?” Y/N’s grandmother called, hearing movement upstairs coming from Y/N’s room. “Balor is that you?”

Opening the door, Y/N’s grandmother saw Balor hunched over by her bed on one knee. His head was leaning against his hands that gripped tightly to one another as he seemed to be whispering. Was Balor Praying? The Demon King? Praying?

Then her eyes landed on her granddaughter. Y/N lay still, her skin seemed to be sweating, her breaths shallow, almost inaudible, and her face, it was ghost white, except for a small red dot on her neck, rivers of black branching from the red dot. She immidently knew her granddaughter had poison rushing through her body, her body hanging on by a thread to life. But she also knew her granddaughter was strong, knew her mind was still wide awake and trying to find a way out.

“Balor. What is the poison?” She asked, ready to act.

“Nightshade.” Balor spoke loud enough then went back to his mumbling.

Gran moved quickly, back downstairs and out to the green house to make an antidote. In her haste, Y/B/F came through the greenhouse with a quick nod before she ran up to Y/N’s bedside, both Gran and Y/B/F knew one of them should start healing Y/N and to be ready for the antidote. What they both also knew was they had to be ready, be prepared for Y/N when she is given the antidote.

“Y/B/F, are you ready?” Gran asked, walking into Y/N’s room with a small vial.

“I am.” She nodded, her hands hovering over Y/N’s body, her magic surging into her best friends body, keeping her from falling over the edge. “Should he be here?”

“I’m not leaving.” Balor hissed, his eyes flashing form black to blue, black to blue.

“If you are not calm, you will leave.” Gran spoke firmly, challenging him. “Do you understand me?”

With a nod, Balor moved to kneel beside Y/N’s bed again, chanting something as Gran moved to the other side, placing the vial on the bed side table. Y/B/F seemed to have started sweating, her energy starting to drain, her body only just hanging on by a thread as Gran moved to get a bucket, a damp cloth and slipping something into her pocket before turning back to Y/N’s stiff body.

“Keep calm and know that what we are about to do is cleanse Y/N.” Gran made eye contact with the flashes of black and blue. “So this will look bad but it has to be done.”

“I understand.” Y/B/F nodded, concentrating on her power surging around her arms and hands and into Y/N.

“Balor?” Gran asked, now holding the vial. “I need you to say it.” She snapped after Balor had just nodded.

“I understand.” Balor growled.

“Y/B/F, when I say, stop and press on her stomach.” Gran opened Y/N’s lips, feeling a small breath leave her lips as she chanted a few words before pouring the entire content of the vial into her mouth. “Stop!” she called.

Y/B/F pressed both hands onto Y/N’s stomach, feeling the poison trying to take over Y/N’s body, pushing it up to her chest. Y/B/F knew to keep pushing, pushing the poison up her chest, Y/N’s body reacting, shaking, a gargled scream coming from her mouth. Y/N’s body continued to shake, like she had no control as Y/B/F pushed the poison up her chest.

“Turn her head!” Gran yelled for Y/B/F.

Y/N head turned as she choked, throwing up blood, vile and something black into a bucket in Gran’s hands. Her body continued to throw a fit, like it was fighting within itself before her body slammed back into her bed. Y/B/F hands automatically went back to Y/N’s stomach, pushing the last of the poison out before Y/N sat up, a half choke, half scream coming out of her lips.

“Y/N?” Balor asked.

Y/N sat silent, her body hunching over a little, her skin showing signs of some colour again, taking deep breaths as her eyes looking lazily between the other 3 in the room. Her eyes finally looking at her grandmother who smiled softly.

“I need a cigarette.” Y/N finally spoke.

“Over my dead body.” Gran raised an eyebrow. “Here. You’ll need it.” Gran pulled something out of her pocket, handing it to Y/N with a nod and left with the bucket.

“Is that chocolate?” Y/B/F asked.

“Yeah.” Y/N ripped the wrapper open, taking a bite. “Balor, where’s Finn?”

“He’s safe. Panicked. But safe.” Balor stood to his full height.

“I should talk to him.” Y/N spoke lazily.

“Maybe tomorrow. When you’re stronger.” Balor’s eye twitched, but it was so small Y/N thought it was a trick of her eyes.

“I’m fine.” Y/N took another bite of chocolate. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve been poisoned.”

“Amazingly this is the third.” Y/B/F smirked. “I’m going home because I seemed to be covered in your vomit.”

“You’re welcome.” Y/N smiled as Y/B/F waved, walking out the door. “Balor, Finn, now. I need to ease his worry.”

“As you wish, Mo grá.” Balor bowed his head slightly.

Black eyes flickering, finally becoming Blue.

Translation

Mo grá – My love (Irish)

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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Headcannons Masterlist

Soft Updates: Once A Month

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WWE AND AEW

ROMAN REIGNS:

Plus Size Reader

Birthday Edition

Sub! Roman w/ Plus Size Mistress

Public Sex

DD/LG

Hair Kink

Playroom Details

Fighting and Make up Sex

Face fucking

“The Missionary Position“

Taking Care Of A Sick SO

Summerslam

Tribal Chief and Bálor Contest

DD/LG Fluff

ALEISTER/MALAKAI BLACK:

SFW/NSFW (Aleister)

Dad!Edition - Baby Girl (Aleister)

Goth Reader (Aleister)

Jealousy (Aleister)

Comfort - SFW (Aleister)

Sexting (Aleister)

First Time Meeting The Doc (Malakai)

Smut (Malakai)

Plus Size Insecure Reader (Malakai)

Possessiveness (Malakai)

Stripper Reader

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Accidently calling him Tommy

When He Falls In Love With His Psychiatrist/Reader (Malakai)

Calling Him “Daddy” For The First Time (Malakai)

Corruption Kink w/ Priest Malakai

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NSFW

Reaction To You Getting Injured

Comforting

HOB resident pet fuck

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Cheering Bee up

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Teasing with a cock ring

Frat Brother ft. ELP

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When You Win A Championship

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Living Together

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FINN BÁLOR:

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Biting Kink

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Tickling

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Smutty/Fluff

Face Fucking

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Super Horny And Tries To Tease The Reader

Knife Play

Pregnancy Sex

Reader’s Reaction To His Promo on SmackDown Against Roman

Brat Taming (Prince Devitt)

Bálor and Tribal Chief Contest

Black Tongue

Ask Drabble

DD/LG

Dirty Talk w/ Demon King

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Smut

EDGE:

NSFW with Damian and Reader

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When You Get Injured

Cooking

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Celebrating after Summerslam

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SFW

Sub!Edition

DD/LG

Jealous

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Reader Calling Him Daddy For The First Time

Birthday Sex

Comforting When A Family Member Passes Away

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Rough Sex

After winning the NXT title back

Halloween Smut

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Soft/SFW

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Soft and NSFW

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The Reason Behind The Nickname ��Fox”

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65 with Prince Devitt

You had agreed with Tama, this had gone on long enough.

Kenny and the Bucks were distracted, more focused on themselves than on Bullet Club. They’d gone and made themselves a little club within the Club and it just didn’t… sit well with you. You’d privately felt this way for months, but then everything happened with Tama in the G1.

The sit down had happened privately, in the back room of a dark bar in the worst parts of Roppongi. Tama was on the same wave length as you immediately, but Fale took some convincing. Fale had been a good soldier for a long time, always going with the rest of Bullet Club in decisions, and it took some work to bring him around.

It was agreed: Bullet Club could not continue with Kenny and the Bucks distracted and drawing attention away from the Club as a whole. The only problem was getting them out, the logistics of getting them out, and handling the power vacuum that was sure to happen. Cody was young and ambitious, but brash with little to no experience leading a prestige stable. Marty was too new to the Club and was dismissed immediately. The thought of Hangman or Chase heading up the Club was laughable.

Fale mentioned that some ghosts from the pasts’ contracts were coming up soon and your ears perked up almost immediately. This idea had merit.

With very little little fanfare, and with the cover of having bookings in the Tri-State area, you were deployed to New York to convince them.

Machine Gun and Doc were easy to convince. It was clear to anyone that they missed Japan, missed Bullet Club, and were not at home where they were. They had followed Styles, hoping for the red carpet to be rolled out for them. When Styles had a rocket strapped to him for the top and they were left behind, even the slight bump in paycheck couldn’t make up for it.

That left you with the most difficult part of your mission: getting the Prince to come home.

He went by a different name now, Finn Balor *blech*, but it was still clear that he was holding onto the past. The too sweets, the wolf kisses, Balor Club? If anyone had asked you a year ago if he’d ever come back, you would have laughed. Finn had been one of, if not the, most important NXT champions, the first Undisputed Universal what the fuck ever champion, and beloved by the public.

Then he got hurt and had been languishing in the midcard since his return.

You knew he wouldn’t meet with you if you went about it the same way you did with Machine Gun and Doc. There was too much history and too much hurt there for a direct approach. So you had to resort to more… shadowy means.

He almost had a heart attack when he turned on the lights of the hotel room and you were there, seated on the bed in a slip of fabric that barely qualified as a dress.

“Wot the actual fook are ye doin’ ‘ere? Was I not clear that I never wanted ta see yer face again?”

Your smile was feral and so began the dance that could only end one way: with your legs in the air, him between your thighs, and screaming. So much screaming.

It took you two weeks. Two weeks of playing that vicious game of hot and cold to convince him to come home. He’d promised to keep his departure from the company quiet, proclaiming it was for medical reasons.

You were practically vibrating with excitement and nervous energy. Wrestle Kingdom 12, Doc, Machine Gun, Fale, and the Guerillas were at your back and your Prince was at your side behind the curtain, watching Ibushi v. Omega. The Bucks were at ringside, the rest of Bullet Club none the wiser back in the locker room. ‘

“Do you think they know I’m back?”

The laugh you let out was predatory and echoed through the backstage area, the stage hands scurrying away at the sudden bark of sound.

“Oh my darling Prince. They have no idea.”

Omega’s face as Devitt brought a guitar down across that back of his head made you wet. The looks of shock on the Bucks’ faces as the Guerillas, Machine Gun, Doc, and Fale brutalized them with chairs practically brought you to the brink of orgasm.

Oh yes, it was good to be the First Lady.

#finn balor imagine #prince devitt imagine #drabble #more like mini fic #bad intentions if bad intentions didn't happen

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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2020 - archived

[18+ advised ] This is going to be long af. I’m going to do my best to put everything - all my writing on this blog, in one goddamn place, but I make no promises, so forgive me in advance. Below the cut is everything I’ve written and posted, for every single wrestler I’ve written for so far. If its’ not linked, then I haven’t posted it yet or it’s a placeholder. If it’s bolded/has an m out beside it, it is most definitely mature and only meant for a mature (18+) audience. If there’s an asterisk (*) out beside the title, it belongs to or is part of something else that I have on the blog.

If you want to be on the taglist for my writing, you can find that [here]. If you want to know what I write / how often I write and stuff like that, my faq/about post is [here]

adam hangman page | take you home | spring | mature.

adam hangman page | baby fever | winter| mature.

adam hangman page | darlin | summer | mature.

baron corbin | right now | winter | mature.

darby allin | the sound of silence | spring | mature.

drew mcintyre | somebody watching me | spring | mature.

drew mcintyre | alpha | winter | mature.

ethan carter iii | worship you | winter | mature.

jon moxley | duality| summer | mature.

jon moxley | allnighter | summer | mature.

jungle boy | touch myself | winter | mature.

jungle boy | unnamed as of yet | summer | mature.

kevin owens | morning | summer | mature.

kyle o’reilly | backseats and phone calls | spring | mature.

kyle o’reilly | the quiet game | winter | mature.

mjf | dessert first | winter | mature.

mjf | sweet | summer | mature.

mjf | morningafter | summer | mature.

roman reigns | alpha | winter | mature.

sammy guevara | dirty dancer | winter | suggestive.

sammy guevara | cheater | summer | mature.

trent beretta | blackout | summer | mature.

trent beretta | sneaky | fall | mature.

adam hangman page | whatcha gonna do by hinder | angst / comfort.

adam hangman page | push my buttons [ suggestive] |

adam hangman page | i’m erasing myself from the narrative | i’m putting myself back into the narrative | may you always be satisfied | the story of tonight.

adam hangman page | second one to know | dancing around an open fire | |

adam hangman page | dreaming of a wedding dress | |

adam hangman page | the love boat || |

adam hangman page | sweet cherry pie || that dress is begging to come off [ virgin oc; mature af }

adam hangman page | | honey on my table suggestive | motion of the ocean - cruise romance au, mature |

adam hangman page | alone among the couples |

adam hangman page | im yours - alphaverse au | won’t you stay with me alphaverse au | bathtub mermaid - alphaverse au/suggestive |

adam hangman page | she’s a nutcracker |

adam hangman page | virginia on my mind, angst | fuck you and the horse you rode in on [ an au of what ifs second chapter, holy shit mature] | | punishment pretty please, goes with wildside/whatifs holy shit mature | pour some sugar on me, mature | |

baron corbin | everything you can do i can do better |

baron corbin | follow me | prince not so charming |

baron corbin | love on the rocks |

curtis axel | discount chocolate day | |

drew gulak thoughts of yesterdays | august rush | lost in your eyes [ suggestive.]

drew gulak | he loves me, he loves you not [ miiild suggestive, alphaverse] | | leave her wild [ suggestive alphaverse..kinda] |

drew gulak |once upon a dream [ soulmate au] | starcrossed lovers and other strangers [ suggestive ] |

drew gulak | valentines day episode |

drew mcintyre | marionette | | just between me and you |

drew mcintyre | burnt homemade chocolates [ conclusion to my alphaverse short fic, suggestive and fluffy ] |

edge x ofc x christian | seeds of unrest |

elias samson | couples costume contest |

elias samson | waiting on your friends to leave

ethan carter III | winners remorse | rewrite history [ a retelling of w.r] | |

finn balor | after an endless dream |

jay white | graveyard smash | punch drunk princess [ vampire au; mature] | it should’ve been you [human version of vampire au]

jeff hardy | it all started with glow paint [ suggestive; bordering mature ] |

jeff hardy | do i look lonely | my lips are up here [suggestive]

jon moxley | hurt me so good | if I loved you less I could talk about it more | can’t find a better man [mature].

jon moxley | bloody valentine |

jon moxley | your days are numbered | spared but not forgiven | nature adores a virgin [mature]

jon moxley | siren song [ soulmate/pirate and siren au |

jungle boy | sweet boy |

kyle o’reilly | can I see through you | | death of a bachelor |

mjf | did you just grab yourself on tv |

mjf | candy hearts taste like chalk |

pete dunne | you jump i jump jack | | you can’t win | I’m melting

pete dunne |bitter bite alphaverse au | aftershocks suggestive |

roderick strong | trying not to smile |

roderick strong | kisses like cruelty [suggestive,borderline mature] | | |

roderick strong | walking the line | put ‘em up |

roman reigns | patchwork heart |

roman reigns | slow roasted |

roman reigns | anorgasmia |

sami zayn | farmers market | moonbeams on pumpkins

sami zayn | heart and soul |

sami zayn | reflecting light |

zack ryder | rough rider

12 Days Of Christmas Masterlist 2020

My entries for the 12 Days of Christmas on both my writing blogs can be found on this post right here. [ merry christmas clicky ]

Halloween

Thanksgiving

Christmas

New Years

Valentines Day

Other Holidays / Special Occasions

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS I HAVE / USE TO WRITE

original character, Adeline x |

original character, Kasey x |

original character, Violet x |

WRESTLERS ONLY DOWN BELOW

buddy murphy x [ mature, sex life] |

cash wheeler x [ suggestive ] |

chuck taylor x [soft]| x more soft |

damien priest x [ mature ] |

darby allin x[soft] | x [mature] |

drew gulak x |

drew mcintyre x [ mature ] |

eddie kingston x | x | x mature | enemies to lovers |

elite x celebrating Halloween with the Elite |

ethan carter iii x [m] |

finn balor x [ m] | x [m] |

heath slater x |

jeff hardy x[m] | sick female!SO [pms mentioned briefly] |

jon moxley x [m] | x [m] |

jungle boy x[food/cooking] | x [ actual! jungle boy in love ] | fall softness |

kenny omega x [ suggestive ] | x | x [halloween] |

kevin owens x [m] |

kyle o’reilly x [ mature - werewolf!kyle ] |

luchasaurus x[mature+soft] |

marko stunt x soft and mature | x mature | x soft | x daddy kink of sorts |

matt jackson x [m] | x more m | enemiest to lovers -suggestive |

nick jackson x [suggestive] | losing a basketball game to you | x mature/soft mix |

orange cassidy x [lowkey m] |

Pac x [suggestive fluff] |

pentagon jr x mature |

pete dunne x [ mature ] |

prince devitt x mature |

ecw era raven x [soft ] | x [m] | x[halloween] |

roderick strong x [ adopting a kid with ] |

roman reigns x!HeelRoman, slight nsfw |

sami callihan x [ music preferences ] |

trent beretta x [lowkey m] | x [ soft ] | x [ more soft ] |

tyler breeze x [ enemies to lovers, polyamory hinted at |

undertaker x [ gender neutral baker / biker taker SO] |

AEW;

- adam hangman page [ f s v ] | o i d | c m x | k l |

- cash wheeler [ i l s ] | [ m o r ] | c s u |

- chuck taylor [ j m w ] | [ a d l ] | [ c v ] | i k w | n u x |

- darby allin [ k o t ]

- jack evans [ b t h ] |

- jon moxley [ a k r ] |

- jungle boy [ d m o ] |

- matt jackson [ k q w ] | [ b d e ] | f i o | u y | c j v |

- mjf [ s k v ] | b m u |

- nick jackson [ a b g ] | [ m o ] | c i o |

- orange cassidy [ f h x ] | [ o ] | [ i p v ] | [ k w ]

- pac [ d m x ] | [ i p u ] | [ f o s ] |

- santana [ a o q ] |

- trent beretta [ j m u ] |

- wardlow [ d j w ] | [ k u ] | [ b m r ] | [ a o v ] | c i p |

WWE NXT;

- chad gable [ b o u ] |

- damien priest [ d i v ] |

- drew mcintyre [ b e d ] | i p w |

- jinder mahal [ g i w ] |

- roman reigns [ c u m ] |

- timothy thatcher [ c j y ] | f k | d |

- tyler breeze [ l x y ] | d j u |

TNA;

- heath miller [ b e d ] |

NJPW;

- jay white [ d f k ] | k u m | b j w |

AEW;

WWE / NXT;

AEW;

WWE / NXT;

#wrestling fanfiction masterlist #masterlist wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction writer #wrestling fanfiction blog #out with the old; in with the new

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buniyaad · 7 years

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to all the people reading my apollo 55 fic... thank you so much for validating me and my feelings for this dead ship with virtually zero fancontent. y’all the realest, i love y’all, thank you for reading, and thank you for leaving the loveliest reviews <3

#apollo 55 #njpw #prince devitt #ryusuke taguchi #new japan pro wrestling #real talk #wrestling #ava’s ficcing adventures

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magicmalcolm · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Professional Wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Finn Balor | Prince Devitt/Sami Zayn | El Generico

Additional Tags: Christmas Fic Coming Home For Christmas Christmas Decorations Dumb Boys Established Relationship There Be Fluff Ahead Fluffy Ending Fluffyfest Everything Is Cute Dumb Puns

Series: Part 16 of Dating For Demons

Summary:

Sami comes home to some...unique takes on Christmas Decorations. Finn is just happy to be here.

ALSO I LIED HERE’S AN HONEST TO GOODNESS BRAND NEW FICLET.

THIS BE THE ACTUAL CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.

#samifinn #finnzayn #sami zayn #finn balor #dating for demons #deck the halls #my fanfic #more christmas fluff #everyone else left early at work today #so i clearly used this alone time wisely

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logicstates12 · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Finn Balor | Prince Devitt/Kyle O'Reilly Characters: Finn Balor | Prince Devitt, Kyle O'Reilly, Roderick Strong, Adam Cole Additional Tags: One Night Stands, First Kiss, Boys Being Boys, Awkward Conversations, trying to figure it out, Tags Are Hard Summary:

Getting involved with The Prince could be a very bad idea. There's no real way to know what's going on in that head of his.

Yet, Kyle can't stay away.

@shes-a-voodoo-child- your recent fic definitely inspired this somehow!

#My Fic

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alternateafterthought · 5 years

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Careful What You Summon - Part 17

Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Y/N knew not to play with dead things, what happens when the dead things start to play with her?

Warnings: Mentions of smut

Word Count: 1,018

A/N: Hey guys, here is the next bit. Hopefully you guys like it. Message me or leave a message if you would like to be added to my tag list.

The next day, Y/N couldn’t explain it but it was almost like she could feel the universe shift. She could feel the earth, having spent most of her day in the garden, Y/N could feel the earth vibrate, feel the dirt and the bugs and the power they had. What she could also feel was Finn’s eyes watching her, the ocean his eyes held stared at her back, most of her tattoo he never knew about was on display as she worked with the earth.

All day she had been moving around Finn a little differently. She seemed to always make an excuse to touch Finn, her fingertips brushing against his, her hands sitting on his shoulder as she talked to her Gran, her legs pressed against his as they sat together on the couch, her leg thrown over his thigh under the table while they ate lunch. Finn could have sworn Y/N was almost flirting with him, but she was just a friend… just… she was a friend.

It was now late, the moon high, a soft breeze moving the trees outside, Gran had gone to bed early, feeling drained. Finn sat in the living room, unable to pay attention to the television as Y/N moved gracefully around the kitchen, packing the leftovers away.

“Would you like a beer?” Y/N asked sweetly, her eyes dark as she looked at Finn.

“Um… yeah. Yeah thanks.” Finn mumbled, shifting his seat as he tried to look away and back to the television.

Out of the corner of his eye, Finn watched as Y/N bent over into the fridge, the pyjama shorts she wore riding too far up and he just couldn’t look away. Watching her carefully as she stood, the light from the fridge shinning on her tan skinned before she closed the door and turned to face him.

“So, what’re we watching?” She asked, walking out of the kitchen and into the dark living room. “Something good I hope.”

“Just… whatever is on.” Finn finally had a reason to look up to Y/N, standing in front of the static glow of the television as she handed him his beer. “Thanks.”

“You are welcome.” Y/N leaned down, running her fingertip under his chin. “So…” Y/N sat next to Finn, her body leaned into him, her legs moving over his thighs.

“So?” Finn mimicked, taking a sip of his beer.

“How has Balor been today? I haven’t heard anything from him.” Y/N asked.

“Quiet.” Finn shrugged. “He’s probably the quietest he’s ever been since he got inside my head.”

“It sounds like he’s starting to trust you…” Y/N nodded, her hand moving to run her fingers up his arm. “Do you feel safer with him?”

“Surprisingly I do.” Finn allowed himself to look into Y/N’s eyes, her eyes growing darker and darker. “He’s grown fond of you.”

“Has he now?” Y/N asked, her voice changing somehow, moving her legs off Finn, holding her body up against his side. “And what about you? Is he taking on from what you’re feeling? Or is it just all him?”

“Of course I like you, Y/N…” Finn’s voice faulting a little as Y/N swung a leg over Finn’s lap, straddling him. “I mean, we’re friends… right?”

“Oh baby…” Y/N leaned in, her hands running up Finn’s chest, her lips ghosting over his. “Of course we’re friends… but haven’t you ever thought of something a little more with me?”

“Y/N…” Finn mumbled, his eyes widening a little as he looked into Y/N’s half closed eyes.

“Yes Finn?” Y/N asked softly, her lips moving to whisper into Finn’s ear. “What can I do for you?” Her tongue flicking out to lick Fin’s ear quickly, before her lips moved softly over his jaw and neck.

“Are we really doing this?” Finn had to ask, his head leaned right back on the couch, and his eyes squeezed shut as Y/N’s lips left a small trail of kisses back up to his lips, her hands cupping his face to look into his eyes. “Is this actually happening?”

“Of course it is…” Y/N moved her hips, grinding into Finn, letting out a small moan as her lips moved to Finn’s lips. “I want it… do you?”

“Yes.” Finn whispered before allowing himself to finally kiss Y/N.

Y/N and Finn seemed to kiss until their lungs ran out of air, their hand quick and frantic moving against each other’s bodies. Finn’s hands wrapped around her hips, letting out a low groan as Y/N grind her hips, meeting Finn’s. Finn’s grip on Y/N’s waist became feral, knowing there would be bruises tomorrow, as he started to guide Y/N against him, causing a moan to leave Y/N’s lips.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” Finn whispered, listening to Y/N’s moans, her hands pulling his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere.

“I think maybe I do.” Y/N whispered, opening her eyes to look at Finn.

It was then Finn saw something wrong. Y/N’s eyes were different, they weren’t soft, they weren’t the gold he knows and loves. They were almost black, they were hard and full of a lust that wasn’t Y/N. This wasn’t his Y/N. this is not how he was going to let this happen. Not between them.

“Y/N stop.” Finn stopped Y/N’s movement.

“Why baby?” Y/N moved her lips, kissing Finn’s softly.

“Stop, this is wrong.” Finn moved Y/N, laying her on the couch as his body hovered over him. “Not like this.”

“Like what?” Y/N moved her hand to run through his hair, her hips trying to move up to cause some friction. “This is perfect baby.”

“This is not you.” Finn spoke. “I want Y/N…. My Y/N.” Finn admitted.

“I am you’re Y/N. I’m right here.” Y/N tried to reach for Finn.

“No you’re not. What’s wrong with you?” Finn asked.

“That wasn’t just Nightshade in that poison.” Gran spoke from the bottom of the stairs, looking into the living room where Finn and Y/N were. “It’s why I’ve been so drained, something else is inside of her and we need to get it out.”