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ametrinearrows · 9 months

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Resilient Hearts

YN’s heart felt heavy as she walked down the backstage corridor of WWE Bad Blood. It had been a month since her painful breakup with Hunter Hearst Helmsley, better known as Triple H, and the wounds were still fresh. The memories of their time together lingered in her mind, making it difficult to move on.

As she turned the corner, her heart skipped a beat. There he was, Hunter, laughing and chatting with Stephanie McMahon. YN’s breath caught in her throat as she watched them together, a pang of hurt shooting through her chest. “Look’s like he’s moved on,” she thought to herself, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Unable to tear her eyes away, YN felt a lump forming in her throat. She had hoped that maybe, just maybe, he would still be hurting as much as she was. But seeing him so casually with someone else shattered that illusion. The realization hit her like a tidal wave, and she turned on her heel, desperately trying to hold back tears that threatened to spill.

Just as YN was about to rush away, she heard familiar voices behind her. Turning, she saw Lita and the Hardy Boyz, Matt and Jeff, approaching her with concerned expressions. They had witnessed the heartbreaking scene unfold as well. Lita, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to her empathetic eyes, placed a gentle hand on YN’s shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” Lita asked softly, her voice full of genuine concern. YN tried to speak, but her voice cracked, and she simply shook her head. Matt and Jeff exchanged sympathetic glances, understanding the pain she was going through.

YN managed to find her voice, her words shaky but sincere. “I just… I didn’t expect to see him with someone else so soon. It hurts.”

Lita gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I know it hurts, YN. But remember, you’re strong. And you have friends who care about you and will support you through this.”

As the tears finally started to fall, YN leaned into the comforting embrace of her friends. They stood there, a united front against the pain, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. The Hardy Boyz exchanged a silent nod, their way of telling her that they had her back.

In that moment, YN realized that even though her heart was broken, she had people who cared about her. With Lita, Matt, and Jeff by her side, she knew she could find the strength to heal and move forward.

With a heavy heart, YN wiped away her tears and took a deep, shaky breath. Her match against Trish Stratus was up next, and she couldn’t afford to let her emotions get the best of her. She knew that Hunter was standing ringside, his presence a constant reminder of what they once had. But she was determined to prove to herself and everyone watching that she could still give her all in the ring.

As YN’s entrance music hit, she stepped out onto the ramp, the cheers of the crowd providing a small boost of encouragement. She tried her best to block out the sight of Hunter, to focus solely on the task at hand. The spotlight was on her, and she wasn’t about to let anything distract her from delivering a memorable performance.

As she slid into the ring to face Trish, YN’s heart raced. The adrenaline of the moment helped to momentarily push aside her thoughts of Hunter, allowing her to lock eyes with her opponent. The bell rang, and the match began.

YN and Trish exchanged a series of holds and moves, each woman displaying their impressive athleticism and determination. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers a reminder that YN had a whole arena of supporters behind her. For a few moments, she was able to lose herself in the physicality of the match, the pain in her body serving as a welcome distraction from the ache in her heart.

But as the match continued, YN’s gaze involuntarily drifted towards Hunter. He was still standing there, his presence impossible to ignore. Every time she caught a glimpse of him, her focus wavered, allowing Trish to gain the upper hand. YN fought hard, but the distraction proved too much to overcome.

In the final moments of the match, Trish seized the opportunity and executed a devastating move that left YN pinned to the mat. The referee’s hand slapped the canvas for the third time, signaling the end of the match. YN’s heart sank as the realization set in—she had lost.

As her music played once again, YN lay on the mat, her chest heaving with exhaustion and frustration. She knew that her inability to fully concentrate had cost her the match. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, her disappointment weighing heavily on her shoulders.

As YN exited the ring, she couldn’t bring herself to look in Hunter’s direction. She felt a mix of anger and sadness—anger at herself for allowing her emotions to get the best of her, and sadness at the sight of him with Stephanie. She made her way back up the ramp, the cheers of the crowd now more subdued, but still supportive.

Lita and the Hardy Boyz were waiting for her at the top of the ramp, their expressions sympathetic yet encouraging. YN managed a small smile, grateful for their unwavering support. She might have lost the match, but she hadn’t lost the people who cared about her. And as she walked backstage, she made a silent promise to herself—to use this experience as motivation to come back stronger, both in and out of the ring.

As YN headed backstage, her steps heavy with disappointment, she could sense someone following her. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—Hunter. Just as she was about to enter her locker room, he caught up with her, his hand gently touching her arm to stop her.

“YN, wait,” Hunter’s voice was soft yet urgent, his eyes searching her face for any sign that she might be willing to listen.

She hesitated, torn between wanting to avoid him and feeling a strange mix of curiosity and resentment. With a sigh, she turned to face him, crossing her arms defensively. “What do you want, Hunter?”

He looked at her, his gaze sincere and regretful. “I wanted to talk. Can we please just… have a conversation?”

YN’s heart wavered. She knew she should keep her guard up, but there was a part of her that yearned to hear what he had to say. She nodded slowly, signaling her reluctant agreement. “Fine. Talk.”

Hunter took a deep breath, his expression pained. “YN, I know I hurt you. And I’m truly sorry for that. I never meant for things to end the way they did.”

Her eyes narrowed, her defenses rising again. “But they did end, Hunter. You moved on pretty quickly.”

He winced, his own frustration evident. “Stephanie and I, it’s complicated. It’s not what it seems.”

YN shook her head, feeling a mix of anger and sadness resurface. “Doesn’t matter. It’s none of my business now.”

“It is your business, YN. Because what we had, what we still have, it’s not something I can just forget,” Hunter’s voice was earnest, his eyes pleading with her to understand.

She scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Oh, so now you decide to care? After everything?”

He took a step closer, his voice lowering as he spoke. “I cared then, YN. I care now. But I messed up, and I regret it every day.”

YN’s gaze wavered, her anger conflicting with the lingering feelings she still had for him. “You can’t just undo the past, Hunter.”

He nodded, his expression somber. “I know. But I want you to know that I never stopped caring about you. And if there’s any chance you could forgive me…”

YN looked away, her emotions in turmoil. She couldn’t deny the impact Hunter had on her life, the love they had shared. But the hurt was still fresh, and she needed time to heal. “I don’t know, Hunter. Right now, all I need is space.”

He nodded again, his disappointment evident but respectful. “I understand. Just… think about it, okay?”

YN gave a small nod, her gaze softening slightly. As Hunter turned to walk away, she found herself watching him go, her heart heavy with conflicted emotions. She closed the door to her locker room, leaning against it and taking a deep breath. The conversation had reopened wounds she had tried to ignore, but it had also given her a glimmer of hope. As she settled into her thoughts, she knew that no matter what, her journey towards healing was just beginning.

#ametrine arrows #ametrine arrows imagines #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #Monday night raw #smackdown #Triple h #Triple h x reader #Triple h imagine #Triple h imagines #Triple h fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #hunter Hearst Helmsley #hunter Hearst Helmsley x reader #hunter Hearst Helmsley imagine #hunter Hearst Helmsley imagines #hunter Hearst Helmsley fanfiction

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littletroubledgrrrl · 8 months

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#stephanie mcmahon #stephanie mcmahon-helmsley #wwf #wrestlemania

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wilysigma · 1 day

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STEPHANIE MCMAHON HELMSLEY

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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Can i ask for a Stone Cold Fic using prompt 43. "I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you" please

Aaaah

Texas heart

Pairing: Stone Cold x Fem reader

Description: Steve gets emotional after the two of you go home from the ER when you get injured

Warning: Swearing, emotions, and fluff

Ringing fills your ears as you groan in pain after a beatdown by Stephanie McMahon and Triple H after your match against Ivory rolling out of the ring. You notice the duo following you as you walk up the ramp very injured yelling as stephanie grabs you by your hair until Lita knocks steph down gasping for air as triple h grabs you by your throat until a familiar voice speaks "You better put my woman down you son of a bitch" triple h drops you halfway off the ramp breathing heavily as Chris Jericho helps you backstage while Steve and lita take care of the couple as your checked out in the medical room leading to an ambulance being called hearing footsteps in the hallway as your laid on the stretcher holding steve's hand tightly while being put in the ambulance and the whole way to the hospital waiting anxiously as your checked out by doctors until he was allowed to be with you feeling relieved that the only thing you had was a black eye, bruises, sprained ankle and a dislocated elbow holding you tightly and carefully in his arms. Finally the two of you arrive at home after another hour of being in the hospital before being discharged, you felt upset that you would be out for a little while but you knew that steve would make sure that the helmsleys knew to never mess with you ever again "Baby you okay?" you nod as steve gives you water and pain relievers as you watch tv in bed laying your head on his shoulder before he slowly moves you to his lap with your head on his chest and good arm wrapped around him seeing tears brimmed in his eyes "Honey hey look at me" he looks down at you as he tries to keep things together caressing his face "I thought you were gonna be killed" his emotion filled voice shattered your heart seeing him so emotional when he was usually stoic but he couldn't handle if something ever happened to you "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you" you kiss him sweetly before he's holding you with his chin on your head.

#stone cold steve austin #wwe x reader #stone cold x reader #wwe #steve austin #steve austin x reader #stone cold #stone cold steve austin x reader

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sleepy-achilles · 2 years

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Shawn Michaels being bad at technology is the greatest long-term storytelling in professional wrestling.

Up there with Stephanie and Hunter taking over the wwe.

#wwe #shawn michaels #hunter hearst helmsley #stephanie mcmahon

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blowflyfag · 8 months

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WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION MAGAZINE : APRIL 2001

The Deadliest Diva

Are the Women of the Federation Ducking Jacqueline?

By Brian Soloman

Transcript Below!!!

Today, more than ever in the World Wrestling Federation, women are able to hold their own in what was previously a man’s game. The current roster of Divas contains females who are more than capable of keeping pace with the male Superstars. It’s clear, however, that some are tougher than others. In the case of Jaqueline, it’s entirely possible that she may be too tough for her own good.

Most serious observers of the mat game consider Jacqueline to be one of the most gifted female competitors around. Her skills and experience give her a clear in-ring advantage among the other Divas. Yet when it comes to getting airtime on Federation programming, or a slot in important matches, it seems that she’s often passed over in favor of Lita, Trish Stratus, Ivory or others. Why does this happen? To longtime fans of the mat wars, the answer is simple: When it comes to stepping in the ring, Jackie sends the other girls running for cover.

Whenever she has been featured on Raw is War, Smackdown! Or Sunday Night Heat, she has succeeded in putting on a memorable match and made a solid showing. Nevertheless, her TV exposure remains limited. It’s entirely possible that those she’s faced in the past–who have either lost to her or won by a narrow margin–had such a rough time that they thought twice about locking up with her again. When’s the last time you saw her engage in an ongoing series of matches with a single opponent? There doesn’t seem to be anyone willing to test her own skills against Jackie’s for an extended period of time.

“I’m a two-time Women’s Champion, and I would like to move up,” she says. “I wouldn’t mind competing with light-heavyweight guys, like Chyna does. I’m not ego-tripping or anything but right now I don’t have enough competition.”

Indeed, Jacqueline spent the better part of her early career tangling almost exclusively with men, simply because most women were too intimidated to face off with her. On occasion, she has done the same thing in the Federation. For instance, she challenged Dean Malenko for the Light Heavyweight Championship last year. Perhaps she feels that competing against men is her only resort due to the shortage of women willing to step up to the plate.

When she comes up with the loser’s share of the purse, Jacqueline takes it to the limit. Most of her losses can be regarded as flukes. For example, her loss of the Women’s Championship to Stephaine McMahon-Helmsley a year ago was not for the lack of wrestling skill. Jackie had mattered well in hand against the inexperienced Stephanie, but outside interference from then D-Generation X member Tori was too much to overcome. It’s obvious that most of her rivals feel that those kinds of tactics are needed to beat her.

“I don’t want to knock the women,” Jackie is quick to point out. “The females of the World Wrestling Federation are excellent athletes. I just want to take it to another level. Until they can find more women who can wrestle my style, let me wrestle guys.”

Each Diva has her own distinct style. Lita employs aerial attack. Trish Stratus and The Kat are more from the cat-fighting, hair pulling school of women’s wrestling. But when it comes to flat-out brawling and taking it to the mat, Jacqueline brings as much intensity and skill to the table as any of the larger male Superstars. In fact, Jacqueline was trained entirely by men in preparation for her in-ring career.

However, Jackie’s not the only Diva who prefers squaring off against men. If there’s one woman in the Federation who most certainly is not ducking anyone is the Ninth Wonder of the World, Chyna. More than any woman in sports-entertainment history, Chyna has held her own against male opponents. In fact, she competes almost exclusively against men, and she was the first female to capture any men’s title when she won the Intercontinental Championship. Yet to date, Jacqueline and Chyna have never met one-on-one in the squared circle. It’s the one piece missing from the puzzle.

“There’s a height difference between Chyna and I,” Jackie points out. “But I have wrestled guys well over 200 pounds. I think we could go out there and have a h@ll of a match. I think the people would love it. You’d have to put that on pay-per-view.”

The glaring size difference is probably one of the reasons Jacqueline and Chyna have never been matched up. After all, Jackie is one of the smallest competitors on the Federation roster. But as she points out, those who have Underestimated her have paid the price in the past.

The Chyna-issue notwithstanding, the fact remains that Jacqueline has yet to reach her potential as a Federation competitor. Something must happen to shake Federation officials out of their complacency so that she can achieve the recognition she deserves. Few female grapplers in recent history have put together such a lethal combination of beauty and toughness. Though she’s twice achieved Women’s Championship status in today’s Federation there’s so much more for her to accomplish. It’s clear that she’s capable of just about anything, if given a chance.

“I think all the Divas are sexy in their own way,” she says. “But I think people look at me as more of an athlete. I think that’s what sets me apart from the other Divas. I can be sexy too–when I want to. But I’m more versatile than the other girls. I can do it all.”

Jacqueline’s Keys to Victory

Her masterful ring skills give Jacqueline an enviable edge between the ropes. She has proven that she has what it takes to beat any of the Divas on any given night. We at World Wrestling Federation Magazine have analyzed the ring strategies of some of the game’s most dangerous females, and come up with our own suggestions on what Jackie needs to do to get the 1-2-3.

Chyna

The Ninth wonder of the World would present Jackie with her toughest challenge. Strength and size go to Chyna, but Jackie is a wily veteran with a clear advantage in experience. She would have to avoid going toe-to-toe, and instead must stick and move, focusing on the legs of her opponent. Jackie’s speed would be her greatest asset.

Lita

No one compares to Lita in terms of aerial ability. Jacqueline would have to keep the high-flyer grounded as much as possible. Once on the mat, Lita would be no match for Jackie’s scientific skills and sheer brawling power. Most importantly, she can’t given Lita a second to breathe.

The Kat

The styles of Jackie and The Kat could not be more different. The Kat may enjoy an advantage in quickness, but that quickness would be of no use against a well-executed power assault from Jackie. She would need to overpower The Kat, and rely on strength more than technique.

Ivory

Of all the women, Ivory is the only one with experience rivaling Jackie’s. She would anticipate Jackie’s every move. Psychology would have to be Jacqueline’s primary weapon. She would be best served by employing stall tactics and mind games until Ivory lets her guard down. Once she finds an opening, Hackie could move in for the kill.

Trish Stratus

Recently, Trish has outsmarted Jackie in mixed tag-team matches, using distraction to pin her. A level head would be essential for Jackie to deflect Trish’s psychological edge. Then, Jackie’s experience and athletic advantages could take over. In straight one-to-one combat, the Canadian Diva wouldn’t even stand a chance.

Molly Holly

Molly’s edge could be summed up in one word: conditioning. What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in determination, so Jackie would have to formulate a single-minded strategy. She would need to focus on a specific body part, to cripple Molly in some way and take the wind out of her sails.

#wwf #world wrestling federation #Jacqueline WWF #Chyna #trish stratus #Ivory WWF #Lita WWF #The Kat WWF #Molly Holly #magazine transcript #wwf magazine scan #wwf magazine

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baddawg94 · 1 year

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1999’s Armageddon (WWF PPV)

No Holds Barred Match

Triple H

Vince McMahon

#wwe #world wrestling entertainment #world wrestling federation #wwe legends #wwf #wwf attitude #triple h #hunter hearst helmsley #paul levesque #Stephanie McMahon #Vince McMahon #wwe attitude

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90s00wcwwwf · 8 months

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Raw is war December 13th 1999. Day after Triple H beat down Vince McMahon at Armageddon. Stephanie turned on her own father.

The Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley era has begun.

#wwf #raw is war #d generation x #triple h #stephanie mcmahon #new age outlaws #x pac

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tameodesza · 7 months

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👑 Prince AU: Headcanon

₊˚⊹♡ Prince!Shawn Michaels x Commoner!Bret Hart ♡⊹˚₊

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: Shawn, a 28-year-old prince, and Bret, a 35-year-old farmer, live completely opposite lives. But despite their difference in social status, their paths cross in ways they least expect.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: Welp, this was supposed to be a short HC, but as always, I got carried away with writing, lol. Had this idea for some time, but never got around to it. Cleaning out my drafts, so more of this to come!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn is the Prince of Asteria, a large kingdom that’s been ruled for many centuries by the McMahon family. Shawn’s the first-born son under the reign of King Vince McMahon II. As the oldest child, he was technically next in line to the throne. But he caused quite a stir after voluntarily relinquishing his title and royal duties as Crown Prince to his better-suited younger brother, Prince Shane.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Since the age of five, Shawn had been groomed to one day lead the kingdom. His adolescence mainly consisted of etiquette classes, diplomatic meetings he was too young to care for, and studying to receive the highest grades in his class, his family expecting nothing less. He’d never been given the opportunity to just be a kid which later led to a lot of resentment towards the monarchy.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He grew into a rebellious teen, garnering the reputation of being the ‘rowdy royal’, a title that stuck with him even into adulthood. He had no desire to become King of such an establishment, nor did he desire to take on the added pressure and duties for a title he didn’t even want. So when his more responsible brother came of age, Shawn gifted him his Crown Prince status, stepping down to accept just the title of Prince.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn had already been on thin ice after making numerous headlines in newspapers for his rebellion, debauchery, and endless scandals that the family has had to sweep under the rug. But the embarrassment of Shawn forfeiting his crown was the final straw for the royal family. Vince was pressured by the royal counsel to marry Shawn off to a well-respected bachelor, someone who would be able to tame the wild prince as well as bring honor to the family. So Vince gave Shawn an ultimatum: Get married or get stripped of his royal status.

"A bit dramatic, don’t you think,” Shawn mumbled, sinking further into his chair as he endured his father’s scolding. “This family has suffered enough from your selfish misdeeds – public intoxication, drug scandals, spotted in male brothels. Now this?! Has our reputation not suffered enough scrutiny?" “So, you care not if I marry out of love, but to merely save face?” “You’ve left this family no choice! You are to marry before year’s end or you shall forfeit your royal standing.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn was reluctant to agree, but being stripped of his status meant being disowned from the family. Just the thought of never seeing his sweet younger sister, Stephanie, hurt just as much as the thought of not being able to annoy his little brother, Shane, anymore. He rarely saw them as it was being that they were both busy with their own lives. Shane had married a lovely young princess from another Kingdom, while Stephanie was in the midst of being courted by Lord Hunter Helmsley, a childhood friend of Shawn’s. Both of his siblings seemed happy with their significant others, so Shawn figured it couldn’t be so bad. Right?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ So he agreed to the bogus request, but on his own terms. Shawn negotiated with his father on the pool of suitors. He wanted to include commoners. “We’d be the laughingstock of Asteria!” was the King’s first response. But when the prince didn't budge, he eventually agreed knowing that a commoner wouldn’t be able to woo his son anyway with his expensive taste.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Word spread rapidly throughout the kingdom and beyond at the announcement of Prince Shawn’s suitor selection, and more importantly, the possibility of those other than royals being given the chance to court the young prince.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret tightly gripped at the newsletter, the paper crinkling from pressure as he read the headline. His family, a long line of crop farmers, had worked for the royal family for many decades delivering fresh crops to the royal chef. He’d caught glimpses of the prince one too many times during his delivery runs but never had the chance to talk with him. Not that he’d even be allowed to with the number of guards that roamed the place.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret lived in an overcrowded wooden home on the outskirts of their village. Although the home was tiny, it sat on a large plot of land with plenty of room to grow the various crops they sold in the market.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Bret was encouraged by his family to attend the banquet, though some had their own selfish reasons which became apparent after one of his sisters mentioned they’d be ‘set for life’ if Bret married into wealth. His younger brother, Owen, seemed to be the most genuine in his efforts to persuade Bret on attending the event.

“You have nothing to lose. And you’re only getting older.” “Thanks for the reminder,” Bret playfully rolled his eyes. “But how would I even get there if I did decide to go? What would I even wear?” The only mode of transportation was their family’s carriage that they used to move their crops to the market. He glanced down at his tattered clothing, dirty from a day's work, noting that the attire wouldn’t be appropriate. Owen grinned, “Don’t you worry, dear brother. I have a plan.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Owen convinced the village seamstress to allow Bret to borrow a nice suit. “It’s for love, Lucille! Do it for love!” Needless to say, Lucille agreed just to get Owen out of her face. But getting transportation hadn’t been as easy.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret was the last to show, nearly arriving late to the palace after hitching a ride with from friendly villager. The villager’s horse wasn’t the healthiest and it wasn't able to travel up the palace's steep pathway. So Bret was dropped off as close as the horse would allow, but it was still about a mile walk up the densely wooded path towards the palace gates, then another mile until he reached the palace itself.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret had been the only commoner to arrive, many not having the resources to attend the event even if they wanted to. He immediately felt unwelcome upon walking through the large gold-plated doors. He felt as if all eyes were on him, honing in on his slightly disheveled look, sweat dampening his back from his unexpected hike. He was directed to the throne room filled with the world’s most elite bachelors, some residents of Asteria and others even traveling from other kingdoms all over the world for the opportunity to court the prince.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Champagne?” A worker asked which Bret politely declined. He wasn’t sure how to behave in such a setting. He awkwardly sat in the room, looking around wondering if he’d made the right decision on coming there.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The suitor selection process wasn’t as exciting as Shawn had hoped for. He expected to have a room full of attractive men throwing themselves at him, yet he sat at his throne bored out of his mind as man after man introduced themselves to him and his parents. If anything, some seemed to want to impress the king and queen more than Shawn. It was almost an hour in when someone finally caught his eye. A tall man dressed in dark clothing with a daunting aura about him. Shawn’s interest came purely out of curiosity as the man introduced himself as the Duke of Death Valley, Mark Calaway. It sounded scary. But Shawn was intrigued.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Next to peak his interest was an older gentleman, much too old for Shawn. The man introduced himself as King Richard Flair of Arcadia. “But you can call me, Ric, dear Prince.” The man was handsome. But Shawn was more interested in draining his wallet during the courtship than tying the knot.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ But it was the final man that interested him the most. Chatter in the banquet hall quieted down when the last suitor stepped forward, snide remarks coming from the royals as it became apparent that the man before them was of no noble standing. He introduced himself as Bret Hart, a crop farmer from a nearby village, Beauville, which seemed to only cause more murmurs to spread amongst the room:

“My word, a commoner really came,” said a hushed whisper. “How pathetic.” “Poor boy actually thinks he has a chance”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn heard a few of the comments, not the least bit amused. Unlike his wealthy comrades, he didn’t care much about status. He treated every common person with respect, oftentimes enjoying their company more than the pompous bastards he was forced to deal with. “Enough”, he said, the room quieting as he stood from his throne. He thanked everyone for coming, announcing that there were just three men he wanted to move forward with.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He walked throughout the room, a few men getting their hopes up when Shawn stopped in front of them just for them to deflate as he moved on to the next. He stopped in front of Duke Mark, announcing him as the first suitor, which received a few applause. He then moved on to King Ric which received a louder round of applause. His last decision came after much deliberation, the prince walking around the room and circling back before stopping in front of Bret – the commoner.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret had been staring at the ground wondering why he thought he stood a chance when Shawn stopped in front of him. His heart nearly leapt from his chest when he looked up to see the beautiful man standing so close to him. Shawn gave him a gentle smile, one no other man in the room was given the luxury of seeing, as he announced Bret as his final pick. Confusion filled the room, barely any claps following the announcement, and the few that did were done so out of politeness.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The king and queen held their best poker as their royal peers look at them wondering what had gotten into their son. A mysterious duke. An old, widowed king. And a village commoner? The only comfort was knowing that two out of three suitors were royals. The Duke came from a wealthy family and owned lots of land. King Ric was known to live a lavish lifestyle. Both men surely offered more to his son than the commoner ever could.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ An official declared, “The Prince’s selections have ceased. For the men who have not been called, your carriage awaits. Thank you for your consideration.” After the room clears out, King Vince says to the men that “You’ve each been afforded the privilege to court my son, Prince Shawn. Let it be known that the prince holds the right to cease the courtship at any moment.” The king really wanted to avoid that. “You shall look forward to receiving correspondence from the royal court on your courtship duties. Have a good evening, gentlemen.” The men bowed, Bret a step behind, before being escorted out of the room.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ After the men left, Shawn got into a heated argument with his parents, the few guards in the room awkwardly standing by in the crossfire as the King and Queen berated their son for his poor choices. They thought Shawn bypassed men who were better-suited, and Shawn was offended that they questioned his taste in men. "If you're going to marry me off, I should at least get a say in who I choose!" But shit hit the fan when the King brought up Shawn's ex-fiancé, Marty Jannetty: "We wouldn't even be in this mess if you'd have committed to Lord Jannetty!"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥To be fair, Shawn hadn't told his parents the extent of everything that led to him calling off the engagement. But he was offended by his parents’ audacity. Shawn stormed off, his past with Marty too painful for him to comment on.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He sat at his bedroom window wishing he lived a simple life. Wishing he’d been born into a family that worked hard for their money rather than generating wealth by charging outrageous taxes to its residents. He longed for a life where he didn’t have an entire nation scrutinizing his every move, where he didn’t have such high expectations to live up to. As he reflected on his life, his attention was drawn to someone walking down the long windy road leading away from the palace. It was the commoner, Bret. Why is he walking, he thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn quickly headed down, bypassing the confused guards as he made his way out the door. Sebastian, the most senior guard for the royal family, trailed behind him saying, “Prince Shawn, we can’t let you wander out alone. You’re not allowed to interact with your suitors before courtship-” Shawn waved him off saying he’ll be fine as he continued his stride towards Bret. Bret heard a faint “Hey, wait up,” turning to see the prince jogging towards him a bit out of breath with a beam of sweat trailing down the side of his head. Bret quickly came to a stop, guilty that he had the prince chasing after him in such extreme heat.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Prince.” Bret quickly remembered his formalities and moved to bow, but was stopped by Shawn asking in concern, “Are you walking home?” Bret blanks, not wanting to admit that he didn’t have a ride. But he also thought it wasn’t wise to start off his courtship lying, so he nodded. Shawn probed, “Why?” Bret stalled before saying, “My carriage’s being used for crops today. So I lucked out on a ride.” Bret felt a little pathetic. The feeling worsened when he watched the other suitors leave in fancy, decked out carriages just moments before.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret was expecting a judgmental look, but Shawn only nodded in understanding. He gave a gentle smile before saying, “Well, we have plenty. I can’t believe no one saw to it that you got home safely.” The blond was honestly ticked off. He didn’t know if his staff did it on purpose or not, but there should be no reason Bret was even allowed to walk out of the palace's gates in the first place, and Shawn intended on letting everyone know about it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret instantly turned down the offer, not wanting to worry the prince saying, “It’s ok. I walked on the way up.” That certainly did not calm the prince’s worries. “Like that’s any better,” said Shawn, glancing back at the guards who were shamelessly watching from afar.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.” “Oh, no it’s really ok-” “No, I insist. I’m not sure how far you live from here, and it’s still pretty hot out. I can’t have my potential husband having a heatstroke, can I?” Husband. The word alone made Bret's heart skip a beat. “Come on,” Shawn said again as he waved Bret forward. “Don’t make me beg.” Bret smiled softly saying "Ok, if you say so."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ They walked a slow pace back to the palace, purposely done so by Shawn so he could lengthen his conversation with the commoner. He knew he was breaking the rules of his courtship, but he was pissed, though he did a good job at hiding it. Fuck them and the rules they created, he thought. “What was it that you said you did again,” he asked.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret was also aware of the rules, knowing that he shouldn’t be having a full-blown conversation with the prince until their courtship officially began. However, the prince was leading the conversation. And as a mere commoner, it was considered rude to ignore royalty. So he answered.

“My family and I grow and sell crops for the village. Anything from grains, to vegetables, to fruit. We grow it all. I'm also tasked with delivering crops to the palace.” “Wait,” Shawn halted, exclaiming in excitement, “your family grows those delicious strawberries in the summer?!” Bret's smile widened, finding the prince's excitement cute. He nodded, “Yes. My mother and sisters mainly tend to the fruit, but I help out where I can.” “Aww, that’s nice.” Shawn noticed them getting closer to the palace, so he walked slower before asking, “Are you close with your family?” Bret took a moment to think on it, wanting to be as honest as possible without saying too much. “For the most part. There’s a lot of us, so I guess it’s safe to say I’m closer to some more than others. What about you?” Shawn slowed to a stop, twisting his lips in contemplation, prompting Bret to quickly utter, “Forgive me for asking-” “It’s ok. It’s…complicated.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ They reached the palace to see the king and queen standing at the steps with disapproving looks. Bret watched as Shawn left his side to head up the steps, engaging in a hushed conversation with the king and queen. Although he couldn’t hear the conversation, it didn’t take much to know they were talking about him. Shawn motioned his way before pointing to the staff around them. “Should’ve offered him a fucking carriage” and “absolutely unacceptable” were the only legible sentences Bret heard slip through before the blond was hushed by the queen.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ With the conversation seemingly over, Shawn stormed into the palace, pissed that he wasn’t allowed to say goodbye to Bret. The king and queen kept their faces neutral, still trying to save face as they headed back into the palace. A royal official then headed over to Bret saying “On behalf of the royal family, we’d like to extend our sincerest apologies, Mr. Hart. A horse and carriage is being arranged to ensure you arrive home safely.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret thanked the man just before he heard horses galloping his way with a carriage in tow. As he’s taken away, Bret looked out the carriage’s window to get one last look at the palace. He saw Shawn standing on a third-floor balcony, the blond looking gloomy until his eyes met Bret’s. A warm smile spread onto his lips as he gave a wave. Bret smiled as well, heart fluttering as he waved back until the prince was out of sight. Shawn sighed wistfully as his mind lingered on Bret, the crop farmer with the delicious strawberries.

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