#Lera Buns

[mrtonestill60s]

20 year old Lera Feral.

@lera.berry

[miki-my-love]

ソース:インスタグラム

[tammishouse]

[mcextra]

Lera

[cherrywowandpink]

[jamespoeartistry]

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[babetasticbabes]

Lera Buns 😍

[mrtonestill60s]

20yr old Lera Feral, front and back.

@lera.berry

[miki-my-love]

Lera Buns

[tammishouse]

[mcextra]

Lera

[cherrywowandpink]

[yeoldes]

JULIA VALISTI * tw for discussions of slavery and death - it's the crows

NAME : Julia Valisti, if surnames are needed NICKNAME(S) : None. TITLE(S) : None, save for the "honor" of being an Antivan Crow - well, having once been one, perhaps. GENDER : Cis Woman, She/Her/Hers ORIENTATION : Bisexual AGE : 26 DATE OF BIRTH : Unknown PLACE OF BIRTH : Tevinter - she's been told she was purchased as an infant in Ventus, out of the way of the Crows' usual sources SPECIES : Half-Human, Half-Elvhen CLASS : Rogue

RESIDENCE : She has ( had? ) rooms at the old monastery in Treviso, but is otherwise RELIGION : None. EDUCATION : A thorough assassin's education - knives, poisons, manipulation, stealth, et cetera. She specifically made a study of chemistry, using her knowledge to perpetuate rumors that she's a mage and better manipulate the field with her targets. LANGUAGE(S) : Trade Tongue, Antivan, Tevene, Orlesian, even some sparse Andersche

MOTHER : Unknown FATHER : Unknown - but she's worked especially hard to keep it circulating that he's actually a powerful magister. She claims it adds to her mystique. SIBLING(S) : Unknown SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S) : Bianca Benedetti ( EX - LOVER ) OTHER : Lera Valisti ( MENTOR )

APPEARANCE : Dark brown skin, almost black eyes - often outlined in dark liner - and pin-straight black hair. She will keep this out of her face with a combination of oils and tight braids and buns, or tuck it into the hood of her outfit. She favors dark clothing, better to blend in, and will use a hood to conceal her face. FACECLAIM : Amita Suman

The story goes something like this: Julia was the illegitimate, half-elven daughter of some Tevinter magister. As part of a bargain for a contract, he offered her to House Valisti as payment. It's where she inherits her alleged powers, her cunning, her razor sharp mind.

Of course, she made it up when she was a girl. If she was going to be called a “vint” by the other children jockeying for position as an Antivan Crow, she would make sure there was a good damn reason for it. She tricked the others into believing she had magic with sleight of hand at first, then some creative chemistry. A bit of spark, a bit of a show . . . worked on rivals as well as targets, she found. She outshone and outkilled all the other children, and was thus permitted to join House Valisti in Treviso.

Her career was spotless. This, unlike the story of her heritage, is not an exaggeration. Ever kill was executed ( ha ) to perfection, every single request from the contractor granted - make it look like an accident, make it obvious, make it happen in a locked room, in a crowded street, while making love to his mistress . . . if you could dream it, Julia would make it happen for you. And if you could not dream it, she would also make it happen for you. And what’s more infuriating, at least for those among the other assassins, is that she did not seem to care much for her payment. Consistently underbidding herself purely, it seemed, for the especially challenging contracts. This drew the attention of the heads of House Valisti, and perhaps even their admiration. Lera Valisti in particular took an interest in the girl, offering her further instruction. She was, for a shining moment, untouchable.

At the same time, Julia began seeing a sex worker at the brothel in Treviso - a Bianca Benedetti, beautiful and buxom and the best lap to rest one’s head in. She could tell her things she couldn’t say anywhere else. Andrastians have their prophet to confess to, she would say. She had Bianca. What little she retained from her jobs went to a night with Bianca, and perhaps some little gift she brought from abroad. Love for assassins is a four letter word, and yet . . . she did care for her, as much as she might care for anyone, of course.

The favoritism she received from Lera didn’t earn her many friends. Nor did she care to have them. She was sometimes called upon to work in concert with other Crows, but her attitude and perfectionism often left others with an bad taste in their mouths. She was cutting into what money they could make, she was gaining too much sway with Lera, some even whispered she was on track to become the next Talon of House Valisti. It was these rumors that would be her undoing.

Julia was on a job with a fellow Crow, one of her few team-ups. She believed the target to be a minor Antivan lord mixing himself up in business, but in reality it was she. When they attacked, she barely managed an escape - using some of her “magic” to distract and disarm them. But rather than simply run, she was seized by the romantic. She went back to Treviso, to Bianca, to attempt to persuade her to come with her. She made the mistake of sending a note ahead of time. That’s why the Crows discourage such things. It makes you stupid.

When she slipped through Bianca’s window, she found herself set upon again. This time her escape was less sure. There was a bloody fight, and while she killed one, she had to flee again due to her injuries. It didn’t take her long to figure out how they’d realized she’d go back to Treviso. Someone had tipped them off.

She left Treviso that night, still bleeding from several cuts, fever burning out infection. She grants the fact that she even remained standing long enough to book passage southward across the Waking Sea to be a miracle, almost enough to get her to believe in Andraste and the Maker. On the voyage over, she had the time to recover and think hard about what to do next. For the first time in her life, nothing was sure. She had nothing approaching family, not even family who hated her anymore.

Thankfully, the sky opened up and hell rained down upon the world. There’s nothing better for a job.

As word began to spread of the Herald, Julia hatched a plan of her own. She would “run into” them, claiming that the Crows had gotten a contract on their life and that she had felt the need to warn them. And who better to protect someone from Crows than a Crow? She had no idea if the Crows actually had a contract for the Inquisitor, yet. But they would. She knew enough about the balance of power to know that many certainly wouldn’t appreciate them. Then, when the time was right, she would strike … and win her spot back into the Crows, politics be damned.

She’s just taking her time, that’s all. And perhaps life on the outside is … more appealing than she expected.

[thexuntamed]

Can we just stop for a moment and consider that Kaen's soul is now made up of at least eight different soul fragments? And Lera had to shop around for them...

Now consider, the great Lerato, going around a grocery store with a cart, hemming and hawing over a soul in a jar, trying to decide if he likes the ingredients or not!

Thank you!

@soulsxng

[itsadamcole]

last christmas

fem!reader x finn balor

reader and Finn have been broken up for almost a year. they haven't seen or spoken to each other since Finn ended the relationship. it's now Christmastime, and they come face-to-face at the NXT Christmas party for the first time since the breakup ... "i loved you. i loved you so much that it hurt me"

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: angsty, mentions & actions involving cheating, drinking, implied sex, kinda nsfw

— day 7 out of 25. let’s gooo —

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part 2

~ some 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You stand outside of BelaRosa Banquet Hall and stare up at the building. You know what's waiting for you inside.

While you've managed to avoid him at Full Sail, it won't be as easy to avoid him here. At least at Full Sail, you can hide in your dressing room. At BelaRosa Banquet Hall, there's nowhere to hide. Except maybe the bathroom. He's too much of a gentleman to walk into a women's restroom.

"Hey, girlie," you hear Candice LeRae say behind you. You glance back to see her walking up to the door with Johnny Gargano by her side. "Why are you still out here? You should be inside."

You say, "I'm trying to talk myself into going in. It's taking me longer than I thought."

Candice hooks her arm with yours and she says, "You know he doesn't like coming to these events. He probably won't even be here."

Anxiety hits you like a train as you say, "He's NXT Champion, Candice. There's no way that he's not here."

"That's a good point," she says. "I used to wrestle men so I won't be afraid to hit him or hurricanrana him so please come inside and sit with me and Johnny."

That gets a light laugh out of you. You give in and say, "Fine. You better hold your promise to hurrincanrana him if he comes near me."

Candice laughs and the three of you walk inside. "I promise," she says.

The banquet hall is huge and already full of NXT wrestlers and staff members. William Regal is even here. So is Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, and Shawn Michaels. If they're here then he definitely is.

You join Candice at a table with Tegan Nox, Dakota Kai, Raquel Gonzalez, Tommaso Ciampa, Tyler Breeze, and Fandango.

"Hey, Y/N!" Tegan says, patting the seat beside her. "Sit here. I didn't think we'd be seeing you."

Laughing, you say, "I decided to show up and not let a breakup dictate my life anymore."

Candice says, "She was standing outside the building for who knows how long when I showed up. Who knows if she would have walked in if it wasn't for me."

Everyone at the table kind of laughs.

The banquet hall is full of Christmas and holiday themed decorations. Garland hands all over the place with a large Christmas tree in one of the corners of the room. Wreaths are scattered throughout the room. The tables all have little Santa or snowman figurines as decoration.

"I love that dress, Y/N," Dakota compliments. "Very pretty."

The decision to come to this party was so last minute that you had to grab a dress from your closet instead of buying something new like most people did. The dress you're wearing is a short satin silver dress with spaghetti straps that crisscross each other on your back. The neck dips a little low, revealing a small amount of cleavage. You wear matching silver heels. Your Y/H/C colored hair is up in a messy bun on top of your head.

"Thank you, Kota," you say, smiling kindly at her.

The party goes well until dinner is served in buffet form. You're making your way down the line when someone says, "It's nice to see ya, Y/N. It's been a while."

You'd know that accent anywhere. That Irish accent that made you weak in the knees every time you heard it. Your suspicions are confirmed when you look to your left to see Finn Balor grabbing some mashed potatoes.

"Wish I could say the same," is all you say before grabbing a roll and some butter before walking off.

You sigh as you sit down, angry and frustrated that he even had the nerve to come up to you and say that it's nice to see you. You eat angrily.

Candice notices you and asks, "What's going on? You seem angry."

"I'm not," you snap. "Angry. I'm not angry."

Johnny chimes in and says, "Your vegetables say differently. Did he say something to you? I saw him standing next to you."

You look up at Johnny and say, "He said it was nice to see me, as if he didn't cheat on me several times then play victim every time I would find out."

Candice looks at you, upset that he even talked to you.

Tegan gives you a hug and says, "We won't let him talk to you again, Y/N. That was the first and last time he will talk to you tonight."

Dinner and dessert go by pretty much quickly and easily. Finn doesn't approach you while you eat.

After dinner and dessert, Candice and Johnny go off to dance. Raquel and Dakota go talk to Io Shirai and Rhea Ripley. Tyler and Dango go talk to Adam Cole and the Undisputed Era. Tommaso goes and mingles. That leaves you and Tegan at the table.

Tegan is in the middle of telling you a story about her dog as the two of you sip off your alcoholic drink when Finn approaches you again.

"I'd really like to talk with ya for a second, Y/N," he says. "Please."

You sigh and ask, "What part of 'I never want to talk to you again' didn't you understand?"

Tegan jumps in and says, "Take a hint, Finn. She doesn't want to talk."

Finn looks at you and says, "Just for a few minutes. Then ya can go back to hating my guts."

You turn and look up at Finn, meeting his eyes. "When I said to never talk to me again, I meant it, Finn," you say, growing more and more frustrated.

"It's just a two-minute long conversation, Y/N," he says. "Come on."

Tegan looks at you and you look at her. She says, "Get it out of the way that way you can enjoy the rest of your night."

Sighing, you look back up at Finn and say, "Fine. You have only two minutes."

He looks at Tegan before saying, "Alone. I want to talk to ya alone."

Rolling your eyes, you get out of your seat. Finn walks off to a more private and quieter part of the banquet hall.

"What do you want, Finn?" you ask. "Here to tell me how much you want me back and wish you never cheated?"

He says, "I'm getting married." You're surprised by these three words. "I wanted to make peace with the people I've hurt the most before I got married. Starting with ya."

You look up at Finn and say, "I'm not forgiving you any time soon, Finn. You hurt me so many times."

Finn says, "I don't expect ya to forgive me, Y/N. I'm just trying to make peace with ya so ya stop being smart when I talk to ya at work. I understand that I hurt ya and are mad at me-"

You cut him off and say, "You don't understand. If you understood then you wouldn't have cheated on me multiple times. I'm not just mad, I'm furious. I feel like the past six years were a waste of my time because of you. I loved you. I loved you so much that it hurt me. I took you back when you begged and pleaded because I believed you when you told me you wouldn't cheat again. I gave you chance after chance to make it up to me and just when you did, I'd find out that you cheated again. So no, you don't understand, Finn."

He hangs his head in shame as you speak. He knows that what he did was wrong. Now he's trying to right this wrong.

Finn waits until you're done talking before he says, "I understand what I did was wrong. I've grown and reflected in the past year, Y/N. I've met someone I'm happy with. I've met someone who's kind and beautiful and hasn't judged me because of my past. I've met someone who is nothing compared to ya. I know ya won't forgive me but I want ya back in my life because this whole ignoring me then being smart when we've talked sucks."

You squint your eyes at Finn and say, "Then maybe you shouldn't have cheated."

"I wish I didn't, Y/N!" Finn says, raising his voice. "Believe it or not but I did regret it every time. I hid it because I didn't want us to be in this exact situation."

You raise your voice and say, "Then maybe you should have just told me if you regretted it instead of hiding it! Hiding it did nothing but fuel my anger and hatred toward you. For the past year I have hated you, I have been angry at you, but most of all, I have loved you every second. It's frustrating, Finn! It's frustrating loving you when all you did was hurt me. Last Christmas, when you told me you cheated again, it broke my heart breaking up with you and honestly, I waited to see if you would come back but you never did. Instead you went out and got engaged, and it's not to me."

You've started crying by this point as you let out everything you've been feeling toward Finn for the past year. Everything comes spilling out as you talk.

Meanwhile, Finn's quiet. He's listening and taking it every single word you're saying. He wants to understand.

After sighing and wiping the tears away, you say, "All I wanted was for you to grown and think about your actions. That's all I wanted. Maybe I would have taken you back or tried again at a relationship with you if you came to me and talked to me instead of getting engaged. Now you're getting married and all I can think about is how proud I am of you and happy I am for you while being upset and angry with you."

A wave of sadness comes over Finn after you're done speaking. He finally realizes how much he's hurt you. He realizes his choices haven't been the best over the past few years.

Hesitantly, he reaches out and wipes away your mascara stained tears. Subconsciously, you lean into his touch and close your eyes.

Finn says softly, "I wanted to go back to ya, Y/N. I truly did, but I thought that I'd hurt ya too much and that ya wouldn't even listen to what I had to say. I've loved ya from afar this past year. There's always been a spot for ya in my heart, Y/N."

You look up at Finn, meeting his eyes. You cry, "If I had seen that you had grown and reflected and thought about everything then I would have listened. I'm listening now and I can see how much you've changed, Finn. I can see how genuine and sincere you are."

He looks down at you with a sad expression on his face. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he says, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I truly am."

Eye contact remains as you say the words Finn's been wanting to hear for months. "I forgive you, Finn," is what you say.

He brings his forehead down to yours and he whispers, "I want one thing."

"What's that?" you ask, your voice quiet.

Finn says, "I want a last kiss. Just so we can both move on from this and grow as friends."

You stare up at Finn and say, "I can't do that. You have a fiancée, Finn. Don't do to her what you've done to me."

He nods and looks away, clearly upset.

You would do anything to kiss him again. His kisses always gave you butterflies, no matter where the kisses were on your body. His mustache would always tickle your lip when you kissed him.

You know what, you think to yourself. One last kiss won't be the end of the world.

"Finn," you say, getting his attention.

The Irishman looks at you. You wait a second before hesitantly kissing Finn softly. You squeeze your eyes so the last few years escape and roll down your cheeks as Finn kisses you back.

This is it. The official end of a six year relationship. You're both finally moving on. Finn's getting married and you finally have the closure you never thought you needed as your lips move more and more passionately against Finn's.

Both of you suddenly find yourselves not wanting to pull away from the kiss. Your hands slide up and rest on the back of Finn's neck as you continue kissing him. His hands rest on your waist.

Finn walks so he's pressing you against the wall in the hallway. His large frame pins you against the cream colored wall.

He leans down and picks you up by your thighs, pressing your back against the wall as you wrap your legs around his waist.

It's when his lips leave yours and attach to your neck that you say, "Finn. This isn't just a kiss anymore."

He looks at you and says, "I don't want it to be just a kiss."

"I don't want it either but it has to be," you say. "That's all it can be."

Finn kisses your lips again, this time more passionately and intensely than before. "Stay the night with me," he mumble against your lips. "Please."

In between kisses, you say, "You're getting married, Finn. I can't."

He says, "Ya can. Ya just don't want to."

You pull back and put your hands on Finn's face, holding him there. "Trust me, I want to," you say. "You have no idea how much I want to."

Finn pleads, "Then come home with me. I still live in that tiny apartment. My fiancée doesn't live with me. One last night together won't be the end of the world. If my fiancée finds out and leaves then we get what we both want in the end. Each other."

"That's a toxic way to think, Finn," you point out.

He says, "I know, but I love ya more than I'll ever love her. It's always been ya for me, Y/N."

Your mind begins to race. Do you go back to Finn's and get what you both want? Do you call it a night and maybe regret not going back to Finn's?

No matter what you choose, you'll probably regret in the future. Plus the hope of one day being with him again is the reason you say, "One last night. That's it. That's all you get from me."

Finn pecks your lips and smiles before putting you down and taking you back to his apartment.

As soon as you're back in his apartment, the clothes come off and they stay off until sunrise the next day. You spend all of Christmas Eve mending a broken relationship between you and Finn.

It's a terrible way to fix a broken relationship but you hope it works because you want Finn back in your life. No, you need Finn back in your life.

You just hope things don't get more complicated than they already are after the one last night with Finn.

[swifteforeverandalways]

Witch Hunters Chapter One

Notes: So this is the new fic I posted a prologue for a while ago. Little fun fact for this fic, the name of the town (Storybrooke) came from the TV show ‘Once Upon a Time’ but changed from Maine to Connecticut since the WWE headquarters are in Connecticut. 

Tag Squad: @riottstheory​ @thirst-n-bullshit​

From the outside; Storybrooke, Connecticut looked like a normal small town with normal small town people. However, the town was actually holding a deep secret: they were anything but normal. The town founder, a man named Vincent James McMahon, had ties to the supernatural world and had founded Storybrooke to help those who were more than just human. But as time passed, things changed and as mayors of the town changed, so did the town itself. The current mayor, Chris Jericho, stood in the middle of the town square. No one in the town particularly liked Mayor Jericho, but they put up with him since he was the mayor. 

“We have a witch in our midst, but now it is time for her to die,” Jericho said, motioning widely to the young woman kneeling in front of him.

“Fuck off, asshole,” the woman, who had dark brown hair in a pixie cut, spat at him. Jericho reached down, looping a length of rope tightly around her wrists. The woman glared up at him as Jericho yanked her over to a pyre of wood.

“Time to burn the witch,” he said as he tied the woman to the pyre. Jericho turned, picking up a lit torch when the barrel of a shotgun appeared in his face.

“Let her go, she’s not a witch,” the owner of the shotgun, a young woman with light strawberry blonde hair, said. Jericho turned to her.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded. 

“Who I am is unimportant, all that is important to you is that she is not a witch,” the woman said. 

“I’ve told you, I was sent here by Outworld,” the pixie cut woman said. Jericho snorted at that.

“Yeah right, I doubt that. Outworld told me they were sending the princess, and you are obviously not her,” he said. 

“And as I’ve told you, she sent me in her place because of some family issues going on right now in Outworld,” the woman said. Jericho snorted and glanced at some of the guards, nodding them towards the blonde woman. As they approached her, another figure stepped out of the woods. This time it was a young man with dark blond hair holding a crossbow. 

“You better all step back now,” he said in a threatening voice. 

“Who the hell are you now?” Jericho asked, his tone exasperated. The young man turned to face him, aiming the crossbow right at him.

“Step away from my sister or else I swear, I will put an arrow through your skull,” he threatened. Jericho snorted, looking unimpressed. 

“I doubt that,” he said. The young man placed his finger on the trigger of the crossbow, “Try me.” Jericho looked at his men. 

“I would do what my brother says, because he ain’t jokin. He’ll put an arrow through your skull or your chest if you try anything to harm me. So you damn well better listen to him,” the blonde young woman said. Jericho looked at his men before jerking his head back, the men stepping away. The unknown young man walked to the young woman, both of them looking at the pixie cut girl.

“What’s your name?” The young woman asked.

“Kate. Kate Kane,” the pixie cut hair woman, Kate Kane, answered.

“I’m Austin Flynn, this is my brother, Austin Theory,” the blonde young woman, Austin F, said. 

“Your parents named you both Austin?” Kate joked. Austin F chuckled while Austin T cracked a small smile.

“Yes and no. Technically we’re step siblings, his mom married my dad, but we consider each other siblings not step siblings,” Austin F explained. 

“How do we know we can trust you two, we have never seen you two around at all,” Jericho interrupted. 

“Mayor Jericho is right, you claim this Kate woman is not a witch, but how do you know that for certain?” a townsman named Montel Vontavious Porter, but more commonly known as MVP, agreed. Austin T turned to him, swinging his crossbow so it rested on his shoulder.

“My sister and I know who is and is not a witch,” he answered cryptically. 

“Right, like that’s even a real thing,” MVP snorted. Austin F stepped up next to her brother, her stance tense.

“It is when your parents abandon you in the forest when you are thirteen and your brother is ten and the two of you are nearly killed by a witch,” Austin F shot back. 

‘Sis, relax. It’s okay,’ the mental ‘voice’ of Austin T rang through Austin F’s mind. The blonde young woman looked at her brother before sighing and taking a step back. 

“You two are the inspiration behind Hansel and Gretel?” A female voice asked. The crowd parted to reveal a young woman with silvery-pink hair, a dark haired young man standing next to her.

“Technically we are Hansel and Gretel, they just aren’t our real names,” Austin T said. The young woman nodded, “I’m Candice LeRae….This is my husband, Johnny Gargano.” 

“Why are you talking to them?” Jericho barked at Candice and Johnny. Johnny’s expression darkened and he stepped up to Jericho.

“Back off,” he said dangerously, hand twitching towards the sword on his hip. Jericho’s jaw tightened but he backed off of Candice, instead turning to glare at the two Austins. Austin T stepped forward in front of his sister, glaring right back.

“Jericho, back off,” a deep voice said. The crowd parted one more as three men walked into the area. All three men were dressed in suits, the one in the middle was dressed in a golden colored suit while the two on his sides were dressed in black suits. 

The man in the middle was taller than the other two, dark hair pulled back into a man bun while bearding covering his chin. His tan skin stood out against the golden suit, a smirk on his lips. It was obvious he was in charge of the others, and he was well built and muscular.

To his right stood another tan young man. He too had dark hair, shaved on the sides and styled up on top, along with bearding covering his chin and jaw. Though he was shorter than the first, he was still well built and somewhat burly. 

To the left of the man in the middle stood a man with shorter hair and a smile on his face. He was leaner than the other two, and his face was clean shaven. 

“Legado del Fantasma, I thought you were not going to be around today,” Jericho said. The leader ignored him and looked at the two Austins.

“I am Santos Escobar, these are mi hermanos (my brothers) Raul Mendoza (Santos motioned to the man at his right) and Joaquin Wilde (he motioned to the man at his left),” Santos said. 

“Who the hell are you guys exactly?” Austin T asked. 

“Santos, Raul, and Joaquin are part of a group called Legado del Fantasma, they are kind of like the protectors here,” Johnny explained. Santos turned to Kate, extending his hand to help her up. With a wary expression, Kate allowed him to help her up. Kate turned to Austin T and Austin F, looking at them.

“Why? Why did you help me?” she asked. 

“We don’t like witches, but we also don’t want non-witches to be accused of things they didn’t do,” Austin F replied with a shrug. 

“Thank you,” Kate said as a dark purple portal opened up behind her. Santos, Raul, and Joaquin stiffened as Kate turned around, a smile ghosting on her lips. From the portal emerged a young woman with black hair styled up in a bun, two blue colored chopsticks stuck in it. Her green eyes were startlingly bright, her skin pale and smooth. 

“Jade, wasn’t expecting to see you,” Kate said with a warm smile at the woman. Jade Okaia, Princess of Outworld, smiled at Kate.

“My mom told me to come find you, since I was getting a bit uh….angry at, well, you-know-who,” she said before turning to Jericho, “So you are the fucking mayor of this town?” 

“I am, and who the fuck are you?” Jericho spat back. Jade straightened up, her aura taking on a more regal tone.

“I am Jade Okaia, Princess of Outworld. And I demand to know why you are harassing my best friend and one of the members of our royal court,” she said. Jericho swallowed hard, realizing the mistake he had made.

“I….I didn’t….I didn’t know….” Jericho stuttered. Kate snorted at that.

“I told him that you sent me here, but the asshole didn’t listen,” she muttered. Jade glared at Jericho, who shrunk back slightly. 

“I was told the Princess of Outworld would be coming here, not that she was sending someone in her steed,” Jericho tried defending himself. 

“As I am sure Kate has mentioned, some family issues arose that I had to help with,” Jade narrowed her eyes at Jericho. 

“Is he always this much of an asshole?” Austin T muttered to Johnny, who laughed.

“Yeah, he is. At least he always has been ever since Candice and I arrived here,” he whispered back. 

“How long have you guys been here?” Austin F asked curiously. Candice and Johnny exchanged a look for a long moment.

“Couple of years,” Johnny said, “We’ve been traveling for a while though.” 

“I was asleep for a hundred years,” Candice explained, “Johnny woke me and we’ve been traveling ever since. Some fairies put a spell on my family and townspeople, though, and that kept them asleep while I was.”

“You’re Sleeping Beauty, aren’t you? The ‘Truth Behind Sleeping Beauty’?” Austin T asked. Candice nodded, “Yeah….I am. And Johnny’s my prince, he really is my prince.” Johnny smiled at his wife, kissing her cheek. 

“Jericho, you should show our new citizens the housing,” Santos interrupted the situation, staring down at the mayor. Jericho sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“Gargano, LeRae, show them our public housing,” he commanded. Johnny sheathed his sword, slipping his hand into Candice’s.

“Come on! We’ll show you where to go!” Candice said with a grin. She and Johnny led the two witch hunters off.