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[jj-pines]

Matcha Miku my beloved

[sleepy-achilles]

Like That

Yes the title is from that jack and jack song. Yes it's all I listened to whilst writing this. Yes it's the reason this exists.

WWE Hall of Fame anyone?

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Drew brushes his hair as the lockeroom gets busy. "Wheres Lee?" Sheamus asks. "Uh he was getting ready with John and Cassie before they goto a photoshoot and then prepare for takers introduction" drew answers adjusting his jacket. "You ain't seen him yet?" Finn asks. "No why?" Drew asks. "They wanna see Leon in a suit" Randy hums. "Oh Leon doesn't do suit and tie. Not even at our wedding." Drew chuckles. "Ok I'm not expecting a tie but you know, the rest sure." Sheamus states. "Yeah he'll probably have a button up on. Don't get weird tho" drew warns. "Never" sheamus holds his hands up. A knock at the door tells them it's time to go. "Well, let's go sit for a few hours" drew yawns. "Gonna feel like a proper assembly" sheamus smirks wrapping an arm around drews shoulders as they walk out.

Both men immediately stop.

"Damn" drew mutters. His heart races as he takes in the sight. "Damn right" sheamus huffs.

Leon looks over at his partner and friend. "Hey guy" Leon smiles slipping his shades off. "Lookin good boys" he smirks. "You are so fuckin hot" drew blurts out. Leon's eyes widen before closing and smiling. "Well thank you, I do try"

Drew moves closer, placing his hands under the red jacket to rest on the black shirt. His eyes immediately land on the opening of the shirt, how his name is on show. "That-" "every photo and interview. Told them no editing" Leon smirks, leaning up to kiss drew. Drew can't fight the growl that escapes his throat as he kisses back. Leon pulls back, nipping his lower lip. "I like it." Leon mutters, his eyes not on drews outfit. "Yeah baby boy?" Drew smirks. Leon practically purs at the man. "Ew enough! Showtime!" Cassie gags. "Reckon you can hold it in?" Leon smirks patting drews chest. "A lot better than you" drew smirks taking Leon's hand so they can begin walking together.

"I reckon we add some bandanas" cassie states to John. "I aint messing my hair up" Leon frowns. "Wear it around your thigh, like your pa used to." Drew suggests. "See! That's why we have you around drew" John smiles tossing the bandana to Leon. "Why man" "we both have something taker themed. Big evil is the only one left to represent and he is your favourite." John states, tapping his hat and motioning to cassies dress design and gloves. "Red and black not enough?" Leon asks. "What if we tricked you and its not red?" Cassie smirks. "Already tested it with my phone dipshit" Leon smirks causing the girl to huff as they get to their seats.

Once sat, drew slings Leon's leg over his. "Aw drew I don't want to dirty your trousers-" "don't be stupid. No one will see" drew tuts as he ties the bandana around Leon's thigh. Leon doesn't move his leg, especially as drew places his hand on it, rubbing it with his thumb. Leon relaxes,allowing one hand to twirl and fiddle with drews hair as the show starts. Leon kisses his teeth as he uses his free hand to put his shades back on.

It's gonna be a long show.

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"You know, this will be you one day." Drew whispers as the speech continues. "Speeches ain't my thing." Leon mutters. "Not the Speech-" "I know. It'll be us some day" Leon chuckles. Drew looks at him. "You think?" "I aint getting put in the hall of fame without you Drew. Not even as a husband thing. You've been my longest tag team partner. Even with the amount we argued and fought, you always had my back. Even when we weren't on the same team" Leon explains. "Yeah...vince hated that time period." Drew chuckles. "Best tag partner...no, best partner anyone could ever have. So they either put us both in here or don't even bother" Leon hums. Drew smiles. "God why can't you always be this sweet?" Drew coos kissing Leon's cheek.

Leon can't help but smile. "Gotta keep ya on your toes darling"

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"Now, put your hands together to welcome The Michaels consisting of, John cena, Leon Michaels and Cassidy Michaels."

Leon huffs and kisses drews cheek before forcing himself up. Drew can't help but smile as Leon falls into performer mode as soon as he stands.

Leon and John stand either side of Cassie as they stand at the podium. The siblings stand and look as the crowd cheer. Leon looks around and this causes the fans to get louder. He can't help but chuckle and shake his head. He leans down to the mic. "Calm down, you'll be seeing us at wrestlemania ya dogs, this isn't about us" Leon tells them. As Leon straightens up the deepest voice he's ever heard yells, "I LOVE YOU LEON!" The siblings burst into laughter as Leon shakes his head. "Heel! Heel people, cmon" Leon huffs.

"Enough, this isn't about us. It's about our father" John states. "The Undertaker" cassie says in a spooky voice. "Something, not a lot of people can say" cassie adds. Leon leans against the podium causing John to glare at him. "Oh cmon, we all knew I was going to break rules straight away. I'll pay the fine" Leon shrugs. "We were given rules and threats of fines. That is true. Leon's already getting fined." John states. "Cannot mention vinces name. Cannot try to embarrass the undertaker. I'm basically not allowed to do anything but breathe, John has to keep his shirt on and cassie Cannot swear." Leon explains. "Two fines now" cassie smirks.

"Yeah, let's start before Vinnie fines us for going over time" Leon smirks. "Three."

-----I do actually have a mini fic about their speech. I just haven't finished it because I don't know what to write. Soooo no speech for ya yet-------

Leon pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and gives it too a crying cassie. Cassie smiles and accepts it. "You got anything to say about Undertaker?" John asks him. Leon hums before pushing his shades onto his head. "I don't have to say anything about The Undertaker. You all know him, you all know the legend and the phenom that is the Undertaker. The man who scared but inspired millions. Made a few class memes." Leon comments getting cheers. Cassie moves back and John pulls Leon into the middle. Leon looks down at the mic. "I could tell you what you already know, or I could tell you about the man who was not only my hero but my saviour." Leon states.

John smiles at his baby brother. How far he's come. How far they've all come. He can't wait till its their time to be in the hall of fame.

"Dont get me wrong, we definitely had some really rough patches together but everything you saw? Between us, that was always real. That mentor storyline? It wasn't a storyline to me. That was real. To me atleast, I don't know how he feels about it or me infact but..I owe that man a lot. He saved me when I was going down a dark path. Helped me learn to control that anger and violence yall saw in me at a young age. And I will always be thankful for him. Proud to call the undertaker my father." Leon speaks.

He glances up as he realises the arena is dead silent. "Ah fuck it I don't do speeches. Imma go pay my fines, yall enjoy the rest of the night!" Leon yells. The crowd goes wild again. "Sorry vinnie" all three smile before walking off.

Leon collapses in his chair as their father comes out. "Not into speeches huh?" Drew asks pulling Leon to stand. "Shut up" Leon huffs watching his father's embrace. "I think you did amazing" drew smiles. "Thank you" Leon squeezes his hand before he's pulled into a hug. Leon can't help the yelp. "Thank you Lee." Taker whispers. Leon sighs and hugs him back. "Anytine old man" Leon smirks.

Taker chuckles and clips the back of Leon's head as he pulls back. "Hope you know vince is writing all three of you up. Especially you" "Ah its worth it. Now go bore them to death" Leon claps his shoulder. "Yeah yeah, gonna stare at them all and not say a word." Taker smirks as he walks off.

Leon sits back down. "Never seen so much emotion outta you two before" drew teases. "Yeah yeah" Leon smirks tilting his head back. Sheamus leans forward behind him and knocks his shades back. "Thanks Bullet" Leon hums. "Anytime Slim" sheamus hums.

"We getting pizza after this?" Leon asks. The group hums in agreement. "Awesome" "Leon shush" Shawn scolds. "Sorry pa"

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The group sit around the empty pizzeria. "I want to thank you all" Taker smiles. "Eh don't get sappy on us now old man" Leon yawns. "I'd hate to have a moment here lee" Taker snarks. "Good. I've had enough for one night" Leon leans forward. "Yeah, he's had a whore moment and a emotional moment" cassie smirks. "Whore moment?" Leon asks. "You think we didn't notice you flashing the drew tattoo every chance you got?" John asks. "Just letting the peeps know who I belong too. No harm in that, dad does it every day" Leon states nodding at takers neck. "Damn right I do." Taker smiles at shawn.

"I think you should get one" Randy smirks. "No way. You get one." John huffs. "Im getting one" Rhea hums. "Yes! I get to feel what yall feel" cassie smiles. Shawn smiles at his little misfits. His weird made up family. He watches as sheamus and Leon feed each other as finn and alexa tease them. He watches as randy and John argue with cassie and rhea and liv about whatever. He watches as Taker and drew are the only ones having a civil conversation. Yeah, even though not all of them are here. Cody at aew, Adam and Naomi gone too. Mattie and Val taking the world by storm their own way. The elders off doing their own thing. It's family. And that's all that matters, even if they aren't always together.

"Shawn" Shawn looks at taker. "Go on drew he's all yours." Shawn looks at drew. "Thank you for passing your beauty onto Leon. I am blessed each and every day. And thank you for letting me have his hand." Drew smiles. Shawns cheeks heat up as he smiles. "Thank you for taking him off my hands and looking after him. Feel like I should be paying you for the crap you put up with." "Oh I know, I don't deserve him" Leon cuts in. "Now what did I say about moments? Eat pizza or go wait in the corner." Leon frowns shoving pizza towards drew. The group laugh.

And that's how the night goes on.

No drama. No fights.

Just laughter and love.

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SOBBING

Tumblr posted this before it was finished.

I saved it too my drafts

[cipheramnesia]

The trucks were still big and black and square. Even the newer ones didn't change much, perhaps a bit bigger but little else. They also coughed out their exhaust the reek of an overly rich fuel mix. It wrapped the whole thing up in a tang of lost concrete parking garages, when they were stopped. Alice didn't care, brushed the headache off and sprawled out the bliss in the big back seat.

Golden sweet and glow inside, that burn was so much. Dr. White knelt and leaned on the seat to hold steady while the truck jostled down the highway on its leafsprings. He tutted and tsked to tear down the blades and boots, let the blood circle back and unstrap her all except the goggles which she already tossed into the front seat. This must be how crocodiles feel under the hot baking sun while them little birds pick their teeth, she thought with intensity.

Ducky was trying to talk to her. "How did they work? Was there any issue or anything that could be adjusted?"

Alice was still up in the air, in her head that arc from rooftop to asphalt. She thought she could maybe sit herself in that moment for hours, just about before she downward fell, extended instant of no gravity nor friction nor forces opposed working at her. "It works good, Ducky Doc. It works soooo good." She smiled through the sunshine dream.

Asphalt man, white concrete and steel railings, watch his light glow slowly into the sky. Burner starting to point at her, flashing lights just about ready to burst through her path. She stayed there, held memory still. The gear was off her arms so she held em up til they touched the roof and she watched her blood make light in her hands.

Cop out driving said, "Jesus." Ducky said, "Alice, please not right now so she left the light in her eyes. That poor sad burner showing off the big bright loose threads and unraveling particles, bursts sublime and she drank and she fell upon it, twisting in the air fast forward with the crackle of burn exploding in her wake. Not a hair outta place, she gorged on her inertia while the blades followed through the burner's arm and that.

Oh my loves, my many many children, she thought, that was so sweet. The flicker and death of the burn, the blood drenched concrete and skin. She felt that blood hiss skitter cross her flesh like cast iron and the bright white burn light flickered.

"Doesn't appear to have sustained injury. Appears... happy." Dr White patted her down recording notes. "Seems mildly intoxicated, possible reward, positive reinforcement."

Light came out the asphalt man eyes and he turned such a gaze upon her, but those saw blades were quick quick to cut. So much sweet red spray, her eyes sunset shaded and she crossed her blades last over the thread of glory unraveling in his back.

"Did you close it Alice, did you disable the burner?"

She slid a hand along his face. "Oh poor Ducky, ccourse I closed, all that burn and I'm full of lightness!" She laughed and remembered the burner making agonized sounds before she hacked it one two three. Nothing but blood and the highway. "Don't you worry don't you worry, just toddle on back to our castle fore midnight."

The first one was always difficult.

Part 2: The Lonely Extermination of Athena Six

Awhile after Dr. Stevenson left, and after Dr. White's visits were rarely more often than once or twice in a month, Athena began to notice the iron cage. It grew very slowly between the earth and the sky, deep shadow bars tinting narrow strips of the world. The first ones she saw were in the sky, on a day where she could feel the sun inside her room. She felt the slim bands connect to each other overhead.

The small transistor radio at the nurse station had a square of dark bands around it. Dark lines grew from light fixtures and intercom speakers. While she sat with an orderly doing a geometry workbook that Dr. White was supposed to supervise, Athena noticed dark lines on the overhead fluorescent lights. The orderly said it was okay for her to go back to her room and read, so she sat at her desk to re-read a set of old fantasy novels. They were about a prince who was always beset by tragedy and sickness. Now matter how much good he tried to accomplish, he always hurt someone important. In some of the stories he traveled to other versions of his story and met happier versions of himself, or sometimes sadder versions, but mostly happier. Athena thought there were probably happier versions of herself somewhere.

The dark bands grew and crossed and multiplied. The more of the bands she could see, the harder it became for her to find the dancing light. She wasn't supposed to make the light dance anymore since Dr. Stevenson's accident, and the times the orderlies caught her, they stuck a needle in her and she fell asleep right away. That was also okay, but the lights made her happy, so she played with tiny sparks against her wall, too tiny for the camera in her room to see. Except with the dark bands the lights were harder to coax put and she was usually exhausted after trying.

Eventually the grid of darkness covered the sky in its iron cage. She only sometimes saw little dark smears from the radio or people's eyes sometimes. No one else noticed the grid, but she could tell because her thread was less bright and the omnipresent iron bars were visible through the walls and ceiling. She wished she could take them down and so she practiced more and more to control her lights. They were still waiting for her, only a little more out of reach, but she got stronger and reached further every day.

A little while after the grid was in place, Dr. White visited her. He was always very nice, but Athena noticed he didn't listen very much to what she talked about. He seemed to care more about if the orderlies and nurses liked him, but she could tell they didn't anyway. He opened up a box and laid two flat rectangles of woven metal on the table, then pulled his hands away quickly. Athena noticed he always did that.

"Athena, for the next few weeks we're going to try some new games and I think you'll like them very much." He gestured at the smaller, darker screen. "Closers call this a spark buffer, do you know about them?" He kept his arms close to his body, she shook her head for no. "It's okay, not a lot of people do." He gestured at the larger screen, with shiny metal weaving, and some kind of stone under it. "This is possibly a new prototype, and I hope you can help me make sure it works right."

Athena looked blank. "I don't know how... how it works."

"Don't worry," he laughed the fake laugh a little. "All I need is for you to make the dancing lights, and make them touch the buffer."

"The cage makes it hard," she said. "Can we go somewhere out of the cage?"

"Cage? What... I'm not sure what you mean."

Athena just shook her head and Dr. White slotted the new buffer into a small box. He stood up and took several steps back, suggesting Athena begin, so she did.

It was harder than ever before but eventually a flicker of light danced in her palm for an instant. Then there came a spark out of the buffer like a mosquitos into a bug zapper, and her light blinked out. She jerked back her hands as well, feeling a sharp stab of pain at her fingertips.

Dr. White wrote notes and she sucked her fingertips because they hurt. He said "Okay, let's repeat it and then try the other one."

Athena wished Dr. White would go away again.