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Like Vampires Do.

Alucard Tepes x vampire!reader NSFW

syn: your lady Erzsebet was killed, so you venture to revenge her death by killing your ex-lover Adrian Tepes. What you fail to consider are old, bitter feelings of unprocessed heartbreak to peak through your scheme. Through the shared regrets of the failures of your relationship, you come face to face to what you're scared of the most. Love and Adrian Tepes. and u fuck like dogs too but that's beside the point

tags: bdsm, knife play, blood play, hate sex, cunnilingus (male receiving), breeding kink, freaky dynamic, reader has a fear of love, alucard has a rejection fear, sadistic reader, mostly bottom alucard

a/n: PROOFREAD. this was a fun post!! love u whimpering men. also I ended up changing the plot while writing, so the intro might be a little jaded, but over all it should smoothly transition to the new plot.

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Alucard, now that he is over three hundred, is attractive in the way observing his every move is a treat, but to be physically intertwined with him is a different story. He is attractive in the way blooming flowers are, how they glisten and glow, having their own aura and status. With eyes brimming towards the future, overcome with prowess. Alucard three hundred years ago had most of his humanity still within him, it's easy to see how the two of you could intertwine. But now he's more vampire than he is human, and how do vampires love? Do vampires truly have soft spots for eachother? And is he worth spending the rest of your eternal life with?

These are the questions that run through your mind as your greedy eyes peered out from the shadows of leaves. You were in Paris, brought along by the sounds of revolution, by the death of your lord Drolta and your precious leader, Erzsebet. And also, by the news that spread about the Alucard stationed in Paris.

You didn't feel you belonged here, not after all this time, not after all the blood spilt your hands. Nothing but crippling anxiety built up in your belly, the bile taste like poison through your vampiric teeth.

You've known Alucard before.

Back when you were human.

The two of you had met on your travels to India. You can easily remember the nights rolling around in silk satin. The warmth of his flesh and fading blonde strands against your bare skin. You remember the ecstasy of presenting your inventions and knowing that somewhere in the crowd lied your partner, Alucard. But you knew him as Adrian Tepes.

You also rememver how quickly all of the bliss went to shit.

You can clearly picture the night when Hindi vampires hailed from the sky. The fear, the trepidation. How your throat logged up, your eyes glossed over in affright.

You remember how Alucard grabbed you by the window of your estate-- but you, too panicked, too terrified, couldnt think straight and fought against him. You didn't listen, more so, couldn't hear him over the buzzing in your ears. So your physically weak body commanded you to fight against him to sit-- just for a moment all you needed was to sit down. Catch your breath.

But, you didn't listen.

Nay, you couldn't hear.

You remember the piercing feeling of--

You winced bitterly. Your hands flew to touch the burnt eclipse symbol on your forehead. Your hands shook, your heart drumming. It was better to stay focused.

But on what? Your mind was racing.

The atmosphere of Paris was lively, the night life was full of partying, as the smell of wine doft around the air. The city was full of glowing lights. You quietly stepped down the stone streets, careful to pull the heavy cloak over your face, and being ever more to hide your fangs.

You traveled down to a bar, following your most primal senses, and finding yourself peering in through the window. There, in the hubub of merry and warm lights, you could see him.

The Alucard.

Your Adrian Tepes.

Your breath fails you.

He's ever the more gorgeous than what he was before. His skin flushed an unnatural white, complimenting to his hair, now completely dull of blonde and bordering delicate sliver. His eyes were soft and doting, as he smiled at the bartender, engaged in a conversation your sharp ears could squander.

It was more so him listening, than saying a word.

You bit your lips, glossy tears brimming your eyes. You should walk in and slay him right now.

Slay him for your master.

Slay him for your h... Heartbreak.

Meekly, pitifully, your hand reached up to stroke the glass, guilt bursting through your body. But even though glass, your hand seemed to sear away from him. Even through glass, his sunshine seemed to burn your moonlit hands. No longer could you walk the day light the way you did before.

You are a creature of the night now. Undeserving to even try for the light.

Forlorn, bitter, and forgotten. Capable of only evil. And that is your reasoning for why you did what you had to do. You did what you had to when Erzsebet chose you. You did what you must, when you bathed in her holy blood.

Alucard has to accept it.

No, he's moved on by now. He doesn't even think of you after all this time.

Yet you could not.

By all law and by all reasoning you should be in there right now, either scorched to death by his paws, or destroying him in yours-- for your dead mistress's sake. But for some reason, now, one hundred years later, your body seems to forsake itself. It and everything you believed in.

Your teeth chattered.

There was too much blood on your hands now.

You could hear the bells of melancholy solitude.

Your fists clenched tightly.

Yea, and must you--

Suddenly, a voice calls out, "I know he's even more daunting in person," a hum trailing after her words. You turn in a shock, your eyes finding a small blonde girl dressed in pink, her hands folded as she stared through the window next to you. Her serious eyes fixated on the Alucard, her lips parted, the faintest air of a flush tinting her pale cheeks.

You swallowed thickly. You spoke, "Why- Yes." Seeing that she was no threat, you simply tugged your hood further. Your gaze averting back to the window.

She continues, "he has this aura. This presence... It brims with..."

"The cry of solitude," you mutter, unable to stop your pitiful hand from touching the glass once more. "Lonely little eyes, lonely stare," you whisper.

Look at you. Begging from your insides for him to turn and look at you.

She cackles, stepping behind you, "Yes, like an abandoned puppy." You suddenly feel magic swelling behind you. But before you can act, the little girl growls, "Move an inch and I'll cut out your throat," she spits.

You freeze on command, your eyes racing back to get a glimpse of her.

She grins, "I'm not stupid. Seriously. Who hangs around in a cloak at night mere days after the slaughter of thousands? Vampires are too predictable... Do you know how many of your kind has staged useless revenge attacks here? I'm not letting you get near Alucard. Ever."

Your eyes redirect themselves to the window, where Alucard parts with the bartender with a gracious smile. Your eyes clench close, savoring the memory behind your eyelids. You speak, your voice barely above a whisper, "If this must be my death, then so be it. For the glory of my lady Erzsebet--"

Yet fate smiles on you.

Before you could finish, you hear that husky, melachonly voice call, "Maria?"

It's slow and smooth, husky and rich.

Just as it was all those years ago.

Your heart caught itself in your throat. You should have never dropped your guard.

As the girl, who you assume is Maria, turns to face him with a zealous fire abrupting out her tongue, you shrink into a bat and take off to the night.

Being the luckier sort, you where able to escape.

Though you didn't dare glance at, him, you could feel the unmistakable burn of his body.

Alucard Tepes.

--

When the next night came around, you thought all of your juvenile feelings would pass. You thought seeing once would be enough; but your body ached until sunset, able to even sleep a bit during the day. You tossed and turned in the grass of the outskirts of the city, clawing at your chest, twisting and turning, trying to stop the cries that burnt down your cheeks; the wails that accompanied them.

After hours of agonizing.

You decided your pain must be stemming from losing your lady Erzsebet. How she stirs within you.

The guilt.

Of Erzsebet.

Nothing more or less.

"I- I don't know what I am anymore,"

"Let me tell you, please. I can tell you,"

You hissed at the memory, knees weak. Regardless of the omen, you took flight into the setting sky.

You found yourself on the balcony of one of the rooms in the castle. Your soul seemed to guide you to this particular one. Never have you doubted your instincts. The windows were open, the curtains flowing in the soft breeze. Your eyes honed in on the white figure, dressed in sleeping attire, latches on the front of his chest barely tied, revealing the delicious skin.

You stood still.

You knew that he could sense you.

But he continued to write, a small candle illuminating his face and letter.

You stepped into the room, shutting the windows and drawing the curtains. The room smelled of him, smelled of aged vanilla, and a hint of spiced rum. Your fingers trailed down the fabric of the curtain. It was rough to the touch, no doubt made to block sunlight. Yet still you could hear the wanton scribbles of ink on paper.

You spoke, "I've come to kill you."

Alucard abruptly stopped. He rose his head, slowly turning to lay eyes on you. He blinks once, then twice; his soft lashes lidded over his eyes. He spoke, "Step into the light."

Intoxicating was the sound of his voice, the breath of his commands.

You obeyed, inching deeply closer. As close as you could without being burned by the radiance of his skin. Which, for you, was right at the edge of where the candle light could meet you.

You watch Alucard's face twinge up.

An expression your body only knew as disappointment.

You were bathed in blood the day you became a vampire. No-- You were addicted to it. Even now, to satisfy your hunger, you drink human blood twice a year. Anything to prevent your previous uncontrollable calamity.

You slaughtered so many.

Unable to hear Alucard.

Unable to hear Adrian.

You told yourself you needed to find yourself and hid from him. Going to the corners of the world where he wouldn't find you. And then finding yourself worshipping a woman who promised to feed your uncontrollable addiction. To turn the world into an endless night, that you may drink as much as you wanted.

Hell.

You discovered your body had the taste for men's blood over women's. Something adverse to most of vampire society. It made you feel better. At least you weren't slaughtering the defenseless.

It was only after continuous mental failures that Erzsebet forced you to become clean. She locked you up somewhere in Chukotka, letting perma-frost deal with you.

And you came out even more power hungry than how you started.

Yes.

There was countless deaths on your hands.

You weren't misled. Although, yes, a part of you was. But there was an even larger part of you that acted of its own accord. A part of you that you didn't know that you couldn't control. You were fully a vampire, not half.

You want to eat flesh and drink blood.

Not the blood of pigs, or chickens, or cows.

Human men's.

So there you stood with a face of stone, holding a dagger in your right hand.

"Closer. I cannot see you... Come closer," Adrian called.

But you didn't fall to his will this time.

"Your hood... At least remove it... May I see the face of the vampire who wishes to kill me," he whispers. Truth was, Adrian already knew it was you. He had a feeling when he felt Maria's magic, and seeing the glimpse of your form fluttering away into the night, he knew that whoever it was was quite the peculiar vampire.

He promised Maria that he'd go after you, and that she need not to worry. But he knew whoever it was would be back soon. Just. He didn't expect it to be you. Only after hearing your voice did it all make sense.

Truly, this all was a trap, he had his sword floating meters above his head out of sight. And it was aimed right at you.

You obeyed this time, slipping off your hood to reveal your face. His eyes twinge in horror and delight. Delight, at the nostalgic sight of your beauty. The softness of your face, the sweetness of your eyes, those lips he familiarized all to well with. Horror, at the almost faded symbol engraved onto your forehead. At the lack of life or passion in your eyes and the deep eyebags that accompanied it. Horror, of how your pretty eyes had turned red- a token of your endless bloodlust.

It was so painfully beautiful to look at.

He knew you were smart, and judging by your eye color, he knew you'd be a difficult vampire to fight. But despite it all, his guard had fell to ashes.

"(Y/n)," he whispered.

"I haven't heard that name in a while... My queen gave me a new one," you spoke. "The person you knew before is dead. And only I remain."

"Don't do this, you don't want this," Adrian pleads. Unexpectedly, he stands up from the table, his eyes lost in empathy. A gaze that seemed to sear your body worse.

You flinch backward in surprise, but he continued towards you.

You stand your ground, and as his presence draws near, his chest inches away from touching yours, you pull your dagger to rest against his neck.

But he's close, awfully so. His cosmic aura radiating against you, his beautiful luscious hair coating his shoulders, his gaze soft and thoughtful.

You only hardened yours, not allowing a droplet of emotion to slip through, not even for a second.

Adrian swallows thickly, feeling the blade caress his skin for every movement. You were shutting down on him, something he's seen before. He saw it the best the day he tried to save you, and you blindly shut away from him, unable to see the rush of hindi vampires barreling out towards the both of you.

Selfishly, he didn't care about saving that city that day; he only wanted you.

He would've took you so far, he would've cared for you until the end of your days.

He yearned after you for so long.

It was his fault you were swarmed. There were too many to count. Too many to fight.

He didnt mean to leave you in that hoard.

He knew the world still needed him, he couldnt die saving you.

But... He came back for you.

Hell, it was too late.

His eyes weaken, tears brewing up, "I deserve it, my love. I've forsaken you- I failed you."

What you didn't expect was those words.

You push him towards the bed as he speaks, forcing him to sit and keeping your blade against his neck as he did so.

"My love," he cries pitifully, his hand weakly grabbing your wrist that held the dagger. "Dying by your hands is befitting. I've lived for too long," he whispers. His beauty glows, shining brighter for every tear.

You push him again, and he lays back onto the bed, gorgeous locks sprawled out. Automatically, he seems to crawl backward, only his feet dangle off the edge. You force yourself on top of him, your hand by his head, the other holding the dagger to his neck, with your knees on either side of him.

Staring at your dead face was worse. He didn't know how to please you. He begs, "Please, my love... Speak to me... My (y/n), my sweet..."

If he failed anyone the most on the world, it was you. You were the frankstein that his mishaps created.

He knew it then, he should have killed you. Spare you of the new life that awaited you. He knew it when you shook in his arms, how you spoke with bloody fangs and an even bloodier chin. He couldn't do it. So selfishly he left you alive.

This was all his fault.

You sliced a small cut on the side of his neck, shallow enough for blood to ooze. He whimpers out, eyes frantically shutting, his knee surging in distress. You dive down, licking a delicious stripe on his neck. His blood is deliciously sweet with a tart aftertaste. Your free hand cups his neck as you bury your nose into his flesh, fangs threatening to puncture his skin as you slurped and licked.

He groans out, head arched backwards into the plush sheets, hands weakly grabbing fistful of your cloak. In his desperation to grip onto you, the cloak slips off, so his hands spring onto your shirt instead. A trail of delicate whimpers and groans mewl from his pink lips.

You can't take it anymore, and puncture your fangs into his flesh. He cries out, fistfuls of your shirt growing intense wrinkles. You pull out your fangs and slurp and suck out his crimson as it explodes to meet you, body growing franatic on the taste. Your knees weaken as you hapzardly sit down on him. Beneath the hilt of your ass, you can feel his achingly hard cock, your freehand grips his flesh in primal surprise.

He turns slightly, forcing you out of his neck to look at him. It's quite the sight to see you, lips and chin stained with his blood. "(Y/n)... (Y/n)," he's begging pitifully, his face flushed. You don't let him speak for long, as you bury your lips against his, creating sweet music.

The sound of liplocking overtakes the crisp air, as you slurp up his tongue as he feeds it to you. Your hands fall lower onto his body, caressing down his muscular shoulders, your dagger meeting his chest. You break away, slicing another shallow cut on his pale chest.

He groans and arches into the blade. You sink quickly into the taste, licking it up bountifully.

You pull back to admire your work. Adrian laid sprawled beneath you, his gorgeous hair mingling with the white linen, his mouth agape and flushed, your saliva trailing from the corners of it. His neck sliced and punctured, as the remains of his blood dribbled onto the sheets. He was beautiful.

You softly grind your hips down against his, moaning out quietly, licking the blade as you did so. Adrian cried out, "W-Wait," and grabbed your hips, locking them in place.

You looked at him, and confusion poisoned his features.

"T-Talk to me," he grunts.

Your eyes narrow down on him, "What is it to talk about, Adrian? Our bodies want eachother."

Adrian shuts his eyes close, pain dotting his features. He sputters breathlessly, "I can't do this-- I'm too old... I can't be spontaneous like b--"

You quirk, "You cannot stay up anymore?"

His face brims red, "No! I can-- It's just... (Y/n), I don't want to just sleep with you and forget it-- I loved you... I lo-- care for you... I want you. I don't want to forget you."

Unsettling feeling springs up in your chest. "I'm loyal to no one," you spit. "You killed my master." You pull away from him, dagger still in hand, as you slide off the bed.

Adrian shoots up, rushing after you as you continue toward the window. He captured your hips within seconds, barely dodging the slice you swung as you turned around. He took the opportunity to pull you close, grabbing your wrist and holding your dagger back from another slice.

You groan and struggle like a wild cat. He sinks into your wrist, softly placing a kiss under where his thumb held you. He drug his nose upwards to your palm, where it hit the hilt of the dagger. In surprise, you dropped it, and it landed with a clamor. He follows up your hand until he rests his cheek on your open palm, forcing you to softly carress the skin.

Your breath hitches, that feeling springing up more and more. You try to claw away from it, your free hand to swing at his chest, your foot raising up to kick him uncoordinatedly.

Hurt flashes through Adrian's eyes, but he lets you go. Unexpectedly, you flew back into the closed windows, your heel getting caught on the curtains, making you slip back, falling on your butt to the floor.

In this vulnerable position, Alucard stood above you, hands behind his back, his gown giving away glimpses of his sleek legs. Frantic, your head begins to spin, as your eyes drag back and forth over his body. You whimper out headless sounds as you grab onto the curtain for support. Desperate to gain some sanity.

His smell, his taste, the sight of him.

It wasn't just overcoming lust, but instead this weird feeling from the depths of your brain, crying out. Some sort of emotional response. And emotions were the one thing you sought to control. What Erzsebet saw as a flaw in you.

Listening to your emotions.

Your eyes shut close, freezing up as you tenderly hold onto the curtain. Adrian's quiet, deathly so. You can feel his eyes draw in on you, and somehow it's worse than the fear.

He reaches and opens the window for you, the midnight breeze flying in as the glass door reveals the balcony you entered in from. You eyes pop open, glimpsing out towards the night sky.

Yet you can't bring yourself to leave either.

Your knuckles grow white.

"Leave," you hear him mutter, "You can leave..."

Your head whips to see him, an aura of empathy radiating off his form. All he sees is just another scared vampire.

But he knows if you leave, you might not ever return.

You've got too much of yourself to figure out.

You know that you should leave.

You slowly stand.

His heart burns and he looks off at the floor.

You finally, finally speak, "I-I can't leave... Surely, I'll die." Your heart pounds at the words.

"I'll tell Maria about you," he whispers.

No. He didn't understand. You didn't mean it physically. This was horrifying. Having to explain what you wanted most. Frustrated tears pinged the corners of your eyes, your hands shaking. Stress overcoming your pinched eyebrows.

"Al-- Adrian... Adrian... Adrian," is all you can muster out, a pitiful plea. "Adrian I'll die--"

But before you could finish the sentence, you were involved into a strong embrace. You could hear his cries against your ears as he kept bitterly, your hands weakly holding onto the clothes that hang around his back.

"Stay here-- stay here forever," he yearns.

Your heart bursts. "O-Okay-- Okay Adrian,"

And just as the morning sun peaks in from the clouds, Adrian pulls you back into his dark room, and shuts the door.

You are pulled deeper and deeper into his midnight lair, pulled until your feet crawl against the bed, where he tucks you under with him, encasing you in his arms and in velvet sheets. He seems to swallow you whole, entrapped in his love with nowhere to go. With nothing but fear of rejection lingering him, he braves through it, softly peppering the back of your neck with subtle kisses.

And with nothing but the fear of love in your belly, you brave it, ragdolling and leaving yourself vulnerable to his affections, and also how they make you feel.

Your back is flush against his chest, his legs against the back of yours as he spoons you. He has a strong arm laid on your body. It hooks through your chest and rests his hands on place by your sternum and collarbone. He's holding you there, holding you as he whispers, painful affections and peppers' sweet kisses.

You focus merely on calming your stress, sucking in slow breaths, desperate to process the last hour with him. Its hard to think of anything at all, when you hear his smooth, husky voice calling out your name caressing and kissing you.

You wince and groan out, as his lips dip to the start of your back. His hand releases you to pull at the laces of your shirt, undoing it to reveal more of your back. Your skin is cold, but definitely not uncharacteristic of a vampire.

His large, warm hand caresses the skin, and you arch and sigh out. The warmth drags deliciously slow strokes up and down your sensitive back, his thumb trailing your spine. He reaches and pulls the shirt off one side of your shoulder as he dips into it to kiss it.

You whimper, tension feeling the area.

"I'm sorry for what happened," he whispers.

You try to figure out his intentions by saying that, but the only thing that seems to spring up is genuine care. Tears prick your eyes again. You hate to say there's only one thing your body wants to say. But you have to be vulnerable to let it take over. You wince, and with shaky breath, you spoke, "It wasn't your fault, Adrian..."

His hand slips under your shirt and touches your bare stomach, the warm feeling spreading as he slides up to your ribcage, still kissing at the beginning of your back and neck.

"I failed to protect you, I couldn't help you, I regret it so much," he whispers.

"I ran from you too, Adrian... It wasn't all your fault... I was addicted to human blood... And in the hours you were gone, I already feasted on hundreds with the rest," you whispered. "I wasn't going to give that up... Not even for you."

"But--"

"You were powerless before. You were powerless again... You may be strong, but you can not out number the thousands," you pause, struggling either the next set of words, "Besides... You already fought so hard for me... It was..."

Adrian stops, eyes trailing to you.

"Admirable..." Your tone was fluttering.

He seems satisfied with the answer, as he sinks down, unbuckling your belt, and pulling out oneside of it. You grunt as his hands slip into your pants, large hand going to squeeze the warmth of your inner thighs. Despite it all, you still felt an overwhelming sense of peace. He continues to kiss his lips. You lick yours, tasting his sweet, dried blood.

You ask, "Do you want me, Alucard?"

He whines in your ears, "Of course I do." He's like an excitable puppy, just waiting to get off on you. And like a dog, you feel him start to grind against your ass.

A pleased hum escapes you. Within seconds, you transform into a bat, using it to reappear, once again ontop of him. He gasps in surprise, turning over to face you. You grin, caressing his cheek. "Look at my face, you think you can fuck this? Does this not detest you," you lean in with a hiss.

It was your turn to decloth him, as you raised his sleeping gown up higher and higher, revealing more of his pale skin. He's taken aback for a second, his eyes flickering between your ruby red ones and the fading sigil on your forehead. You open your mouth, baring your bloody fangs.

He whimpers, objectively bucking up into your hand.

How pitiful.

You grin sharply, by now his gown was pulled up to his stomach, his unmarked flesh ever so delicious in your eyes. You also took note that he wore no undergarments, his cock half hard as it arose. You sunk down on your knees between his legs, lowering yourself to his dick and laying your hands on his hips.

He grew harder in your stare. You scratched the side of his hip, the faintest dewlet of blood dropping on your finger tip. You brought it up to your mouth, staring deep into his eyes as you licked it away. He groaned, bucking upwards again.

"Ah, ah, ah... Patience, Adrian," you whispered.

He nodded powerlessly, his dewy hair clinging to his neck and face. You bring your lips to his cock, cupping the base of it with both hands, and misting your breath against the sensitive rod. His cockhead pulses towards you lips, you giggle at the sight. Finally, you sink your nose against the side of him, drinking in his scent.

"Oh- fuck," He curses, embarrassment tinting his cheeks. But he can't bring himself to look away. You were enchanting.

You open your mouth all the way, using the front of your fang with your front teeth to drag the smooth side of your teeth against his flesh. He whimpered and cried out, sloppily dropping a heavy hand on your head. You stop just before his head, where you tongue his tip's hole, using the sharper part of your muscle to do so.

He wains, trying his best not to fist your hair for you. Being so good for you.

You turn your head to the side again, sucking the side of his shaft, slurping and swaying against him with your tongue. He was more than hard by now, his dick long and skinny, no shorter than nine monstrous inches, a testament to his vampire side. It was a flushed pale pink, growing red by the second.

You let go of him, and his cock flops back against his stomach with a smack. You laugh, picking him up again with your index finger just to see him fall, again, and again. Adrian doesn't complain, merely, he uses his freehand to grip the sheets beside him, restraining himself all for you.

Once playing with his cock proved enough, you sunk into his balls, burying your nose into him, and ferociously slurping, sucking, and licking him up. He moans out in shock, as you use your hands to stroke his inner thighs comfortably. "Aaah- (y/n)," he seems to stutter out your name. As if a simple plea would make you take him seriously.

You slurp one into your mouth before the other, then you release and drag a long stripe upwards to his cock, and then to his cockhead. You scoop his dick up one last time before finally, finally, guiding him straight into your mouth. You hallow out your cheeks around his length, sucking him, and running your tongue briskly around the bottom of him. You bob your head pacedly to the sound of his wanton moans, using your hands to please what your mouth failed to reach.

Adrian's jaw falls completely slack, his grip tightening in your hair, wanton moans following out of his lips. It had been at least forty years since he had last had sex, the thrills of it burned his pent-up mind. Without thinking, he slowly began to thrust into your warm mouth, sliding himself back and forth against your soft, hot, moist taste buds. You grunt, adjusting your head to accept him better.

He mumbles, "Sorry- Sorry." But its met with an angry stare.

Well. If he's already in trouble, he might as well please himself while he can. His thrusts gain speed, his head hitting the back of your throat.

You wheeze around him, dropping your hands to grip his inner thighs, careful to not squeeze his cock. He takes this small adjustment as an agreement from you as he furthers all nine inches of himself into your deep throat. You can feel him tickle far into your body, a feeling you almost would've forgotten. Only Adrian's ever fucked you like this, and painfully, it sent pleased tingles down your body. Despite how you gagged and choked about him. The sensation was replaceable.

You were vice against him, a sign he was further than where he should, but hell it was exhilarating. His moans grew louder, his head doting back between looking at you and being lost in bliss. His thrusts began to slow as he slipped out of your deep throat, from your mouth, and came right as he slid out of your lips.

You gasped in surprise, as his warmth sprayed your nose, lips, cheeks, some of it dribbling down your chin. You cough, angrily wiping his cum off your face with your forearm. "How considerate of you, Alucard," you grunt, staring at the sticky fluids against your skin.

He merely laughs, "Do forgive me, love." Angrily, you slip off the bed. He calls out, "N-No wait I di--"

"Calm yourself," you hum. You slip out of your clothes, dropping your pants to the floor, sliding out of your boots, and pulling your shirt over your head. Your ruined undergarments fell just as quick. You briskly returned ontop of him, pulling up his gown to his ribcage. You suddenly pause, "Or? Did you not want me to undress?"

How could you say something so cruel when he was only looking at you during that whole process, softly squeezing himself to stay hard, and biting his lip when he saw your bare ass. He's restricting himself for you, can't you see how good he is? All it takes is one pitiful, glossy eyed look from him and you know what he's thinking. "Of course I- By all means, (y/n)," he tries to play it cool.

Your grin worsens. You grab him by the chin, as your freehand lines him up to your hole. Eagerly, you watch as his face constructs, eyebrows pinching forward in delight, sultry eyes staring up at you, lips parted to moan. You kiss your hole against his tip, puckering to seal the deal. He thrusts forward, dipping his head into your honey walls.

You moan, soon, giving all the way in and slipping down on his skinny cock. Your eyes fly to space as you take more and more of him, feeling his cock tickle your gut, until bottoming out. In sync, the two of you moan sharply at the feeling. Your head drops forward in bliss.

"(Y/n)," he sighs, his hands reaching up and guiding your hair away from your face. Last he remembers, you were never put out of commission just by bottoming out on him. Unless, you too were just as pent-up as he was.

You gaze up at him, humming. He becons you closer, so you drop his jaw and pick up your head. He takes the opportunity to kiss your cheek, just beneath your left eye. You giggle, "Aw, how cute."

Immediately you bounced on him, slowly dragging his long cock against your walls. Your head grew heavy again, as you rested your forehead against his collarbone. "Aaah, Adriaan," you hiss, your moans drowning out his whimpers.

You plunge down on his length, feeling him stretch about your gut, and you clench around his cock. That all it takes before Adrian loses it, frantically thrusting and bucking up into you. You cry out in surprise, "A-Adrian," your moan closer to an ecstatic wail.

He's speedy, relentless, his length seeming to make up for his lack of precision. Your body felt completely stuffed. He stimulated parts of you that where never before touched, at least, not by anyone but his cock. His hands gripped chunks of your bare hips, his eyes fucked out and lips spread, his fangs flashing in the disarray.

Your hand leaned forward, resting your palm against the bedframe for support, your head laying next to his by now, ass bounced about adverse to your accord. It was pathetic, as drool dabbled the corners of your lips. "A-Adrien-- Good- Good boy," you mewl, and it only sends him into a worse frenzy.

Through the barrage of frantic, doggish thrusts, your message gets sent straight to Adrian's fangs, a primal urge over taking him. He sits up, stopping for second, to lay his back against the pillow. You dazedly peek up from his neck, but quickly, he starts up thrusting again. Only this time, before you could even moan, he leans down and punctures your shoulder. He doesn't withdraw his teeth to draw blood. No, it's more so to lock you in place. His fangs split your flesh in second, the primal sensation causing you to arch and moan, grabbing chunks of his white locks.

Vampires fuck like dogs.

You reach forward with your free hand and dig your sharp nails into the flesh of his shoulder, drawing blood. Your brain turned off, and your lust fueled off the scent. His thrusts lose all coordination, and if it weren't for his length, he would have slipped out a dozen times by now.

With a deep, whiney voice, he husks, "I-I'm cumming- C-cumming-- I'm cumming," voice interrupted by your skin for every thrust.

"Cum you bastard," you snarl. No way you'd let him have all the fun, as you started to bounce downwards, fucking yourself on him in time with his senseless barrage. It's only through you that his thrust meets some sort of rhythm, as you clean up all his doggish mishaps.

Fuck, you'd be lying to say your climax wasn't rapidly approaching. Hell, it seemed to make you angrier. Next time you'll really fuck him up good.

With a cry, hot semen floods your warm insides, but you can't even look back, as Alucard's fangs trap your shoulder in place. His thrusts stop as he rides out his high, and it only worsens your agenda against him because you haven't even came yet.

"Bastard, have you lost all manners," you ruin his afterglow, as you ferociously fuck down on him again, quick and speedy, replicating it from before. A sadistic glow seems go brim your face, your moans full of delight. Adrian whimpers and whines, overstimulation causing him to buck, squirming away beneath you. Despite it, he doesn't loosen his death grip on your hips, nor does he remove his fangs.

As your moans spiked, he closed his ears to engulf the airy sound of you reaching your orgasm. You cry out, your knees stupidly giving out, bottoming out on him as you exploded. You dropped your head weakly forward, not that it could go anywhere, but still keep your iron grip in his white locks and your nails embbeded in his flesh.

You two were really doing this. Stubborn fucks, mating like vampires and engaging in a childish ritual. Whoever pulls away their fangs or claws first loses power to the other, a primal game as old as time that quickly overrides your natural senses.

Your nails possesively sink deeper into his flesh, unaware of how your red eyes flickered and bloomed a deeper shade. And for the first time in your life, you heard Adrian grunt and growl like a dog, having the upper hand with his teeth embedded in you. His grip on your hips were tight enough to crush and hurt. It only makes your insides flutter around him.

You pull at his locks, forcing his head back. He whimpers, fangs flying out with him, as a fountain of your blood springs out. It's your turn to finally release him, as you lean back, cupping a hand over your wound. You laugh, "Ah-hah..."

Your beautiful crimision leaks down your chest in waves, coating your nipples. He salivates and slaps a hand over himself. "Drink, my love. You've earned it," you mewl. With your freehand you lather yourself in your blood, caressing and squeezing your body as if it were any expensive lotion.

His eyes shut, hips bucking into you. You mewl. He groans, "I have never drank blood. Not once in my three-hundred-years of living."

You blink in surpise. "Aah... Is that why you didn't draw from me." Due to your vampiric healing, the wound closed, leaving only blood to remain. Your hand goes to join the other, as it scoops up a stripe of blood and guides it to your mouth. "It's gooddd," you cackle.

"I know, I can smell it," he grunts.

"Fine," you sadly part with his dick, sliding off the bed and grabbing your cloak from earlier; patting yourself dry. You can hear the bed shift behind you, feel eyes burning against your ass.

"You'll stay, at this castle, won't you?" He asks.

"For as long as I can before that girl comes to kill me," you laugh.

"Then, retreat to my castle."

"The one by the belmont settlement? Surely they'll kill me worse," you roll your eyes.

He grins, stepping out of bed and encasing you in a hug. He burrows his face against you, whispering, "Then I'll have to hide you. You can't leave this very room. M- My pet..."

Your eyelid twitches.

You know he's just trying to rile you up. But still, your fists clench.

"Oh hell, no," you grumble as you shove him back onto the bed.

His hearty laughter fills the air.

You get on top of him, raising meaningless fists (ones that weren't going to hurt him in the first place), that are captured by his hands. He laughs, the sound as pure as sunlight.

It makes your face scrunch playfully, "I am going to get you, I really am. I'll kill you first, Alucard."

He grunts, cupping your ass and tossing you off. You cry, playfully landing on your side. He crawls on top of you, a gorgeous beauty, and he pulls his luxurious white strands back away from his face. "I'd like to see you try," he mutters, but your eyes move to the scar across his chest.

"Mmh," you moan, eyes lidding.

"Shall we go again, my love?"

"I think I would like that."

[nanochronicles]

Journey of a Lifetime for Tiger.

Tiger was 35 days old when he came home with me. From that moment, our bond became unbreakable. He has been my anchor through life’s storms, providing calm during the chaos. Two years later, this whirlwind of a dog, Maxx, arrived in our lives. Maxx carried his own set of traumas, but over time, he learned to trust us. The two became inseparable, even though they sometimes squabbled.

Leaving India 4 years ago was heart-wrenching—I had to leave behind these two pieces of my heart. I returned every year just to spend time with them, something my friends and family came to understand.  

We lost Maxx this year to kidney failure. He was only eight, and the loss shook us. I decided Tiger, now ten, shouldn’t be left alone. That’s when the journey to bring him to Italy began.

May 2024

Our first step was researching how to travel internationally with a pet. The process seemed daunting. Boxer dogs, like Tiger, have snub noses, making air travel risky as many airlines don’t accommodate them. Finding the right airline was our first challenge. Countless calls resulted in repeated “no” responses.

We started the paperwork anyway. Before leaving for Italy, we microchipped Tiger and completed his Titer test for rabies, which came back perfectly. Yet, no airline seemed willing to take him.

One agent in Trivandrum claimed he could handle everything. Desperate, we paid him in advance, only to be cheated. Then my mom found Furry Flyers. Vinayak Prabhu was a saviour, he helped us streamline the process. Despite the distance, he answered every query promptly. He even recommended ITA Airways, the only airline willing to fly Tiger.

August 2024

With the help of my friend Chiara, who spoke on behalf of me to the kindest ITA’s ticketing agent, she took the time, with no rush to answer all our queries and explain the procedures to us. I booked flights for Tiger and me. ITA offered direct flights from New Delhi to Rome—our only viable option.

My friend Chiara helped me speak to the kindest ticket agent in ITA, to get everything confirmed that Tiger could in fact fly, she explained the type of cage to every document we would need. In the next days I booked the flight for me and Tiger.

October 2024

ITA airlines flew direct flights from New Delhi to Rome, this was our one only viable option.

Living in Trivandrum meant we first needed to cover a 3,000 km train journey to New Delhi.

What I thought would be a tedious journey was the most smooth and enjoyable train journey I had with IRCTC, we booked the Rajdhani coupe, so we had a private cabin to ourselves.

The train staff kindly informed us of stops long enough for Tiger’s pee-poop breaks and we stretched our legs and tiny paws.

Tiger’s giant cage for the plane, accompanied us, taking up considerable space but becoming part of our adventure.

First leg of the journey was done or so we thought.

Once in Delhi, we faced two more days of preparation, including obtaining his “Fit to Fly” certificate. I booked a hotel near the airport through Booking.com, only to find it filthy and unsuitable. Without wasting time, we moved to Gurgaon, a gruelling 2.5-hour drive through Delhi’s notorious traffic.

In Gurgaon, Sandeep and Vizhal from Petspot helped us settle into a decent hotel. With their assistance, we completed the paperwork smoothly.

But seeing him off at extra luggage area at the airport was gut-wrenching for me and I am sure he was scared too. We packed his favourite blanket, my T-shirt, and his toy, hoping they would comfort him during the 8-hour flight. Despite reassurances from the ground staff and flight crew, anxiety consumed me until I saw him safe in Rome.

I cannot cannot explain the joy we both had in seeing each other after the longest flight our life (& I have flown 15 hr flight, it was nothing compared to this)

Clearing customs in Rome went smoothly, but we still had a 2.5-hour train ride to Bologna. Tiger’s giant cage posed yet another challenge, barely fitting into the train’s doorway. The train supervisor showed mercy and allowed us to continue without fines. Meanwhile, Tiger’s health was visibly affected by the sudden 20°C temperature drop. Shivering, he endured the final leg of our journey.

Finally, we reached home. The hardest part lay ahead: new environment, new people, new house (no big garden), apartment, city life.

November 2024

The first week brought illness—fever and cough—requiring antibiotics. All through this he adjusted to his new surroundings. He started coming to work with me, new routine set in. We got him to wear a sweater and jacket to help him cope with the cold temperatures. He seemed to enjoy all of it.

December 2024

Though he improved, bronchitis struck the last week Stronger medications were needed, and recovery remains ongoing.

It is going to be 2 months; we are still learning to adjust to everything new.

Tiger’s resilience amazes me. We assumed the journey would be the tough part. At ten years old, he’s adapting to a completely new life. He’s learning to trust new people, embrace a new routine, and navigate this 180° shift from his familiar world. I hope his health stabilizes so he can enjoy a good quality of life in his new home.

Gratitude

This journey would have been impossible without a village of support. Everyone I knew from friends to family came together for Tiger and me.

My Mom – The cornerstone of this effort, I couldn’t have done any of this without her, there was a time I thought I couldn’t fly back with Tiger due to work; we even considered her flying from Bahrain to Trivandrum and then making all this journey with him. She was meticulously working on planning the trip, checklists, excel sheets, and calendars marked, pushing people to get answers. She is the main reason for Tiger in Italy!

Dr Lawernce – Tiger and Maxx’s vet of ten years, always available day or night. I cannot thank him enough for supporting me through the loss of Maxx, preparing me for what was to happen, and making it comfortable for him to pass over the rainbow bridge without too much pain. Even from afar, he continues to guide me through Tiger’s health challenges.

Dr Jacob Alexander, Tvm Zoo Director – He was referred to me by Dr Lawrence, he was vital in sorting all the documents we needed to have for the travel. But he went the extra mile in helping me prepare for the first 3- 4 months in Italy, he wrote down a list of precautionary medicines to carry with him, as he will need time to readjust to everything new around him, from supplements to emergency pills for vomiting to skincare and eye health. I am lucky to have found such good people who cared about him too. His suggestion to document this journey inspired me to share our story.

Lily Chechi: She has been caring for Tiger since the day he came home. In truth, she always preferred Tiger to Maxx, even if she won’t admit it. She was heartbroken when I decided to move Tiger to Italy but also faced the reality that it was becoming difficult for her to take care of him as she was also aging. Her love and care have been a cornerstone of Tiger’s life.

Raju: He sort of became Tiger’s best friend. Over the past few months, Tiger grew deeply attached to him, enjoying rides in the Nano to the vet or simply for a day out. Raju accompanied me and Tiger all the way to Delhi and stayed with us until Tiger boarded the plane. He made the journey so much smoother for both of us.

Furry Flyers & PetSpot - A heartfelt thank you to Vinayak Prabhu from Furry Flyers and Sandeep and Vizhal from Petspot. Their efficiency and genuine care made an otherwise overwhelming process seamless. From documentation to ensuring Tiger’s comfort, you were instrumental in making this journey successful.

My friends – Clement, Jobin, Cyril, Arjun, Nidhi, Chiara, everyone had a role to play in his safe travel. Someone helped me to connect with a friend who had flown with a pet dog, to understand what to prepare for, someone helped me reassure me that everything would be okay, and someone helped me get confirmation for train seats at the last moment. All of them kept in contact through the journey checking on his wellbeing. You don’t say thank you to friends you buy them a beer when you meet again.

My family – Everyone who has been worried about him, his safety and health, sending him duas and prayers and hugs and kisses, thank you for your support always.

Vincenzo – Last but not least: A special message must be written to the love of my life, he who has never had any pet or ever lived with a dog, (must underline this fact) for readjusting his whole life around me and Tiger, from picking us up at Rome airport to getting us home with that giant cage that wouldn't fit into any place. It has been hard for him, and at times he probably might have thought that we must move out. But honestly no words for everything you do for me, I know you do it only because you love me!

A New Chapter

This journey has been as much about Tiger as it has been about the kindness and collaboration of many wonderful people. While the road ahead may bring challenges, it’s also filled with hope and love. Here’s to Tiger, the bravest dog I know, and the incredible team that made his journey of a lifetime possible.

[puddlexdeep]

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find ( story aitken ), the ( 28 ) year old ( yoga teacher/aerial artist ) originally from ( killin, scotland ). Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're ( confident ) and ( stubborn ), but what you might not know is that they are a ( human ), and that they’re hiding something… 

quick facts

name: story aitken age: 28 gender: man sexuality: undefined (by story, but he's more or less pansexual) occupation: yoga instructor/aerial artist height: 5'8" weight: 157 pounds hair: brown, kind of wavy, usually kept shortish eyes: brown languages: english, russian, italian, some yiddish time in cardinal hill: 4 years

bio

triggers: injury, some brief pregnancy mention in the beginning

story's mother is scottish, and her home address has always been listed as her parents' home above their bakery in killin, scotland. thus, story's own home address was listed as the same up until four years ago when he settled down in cardinal hill.

he was actually born in the back of a caravan just outside of indore, madhya pradesh (india). his parents were both performers in the circus, acrobats and trapeze artists. though for the last few months of her pregnancy, his mother had merely been assisting with riggings and props for the other performers.

his parents had been with this particular circus for ten years by the time story came along. it wasn't the biggest circus, but it was one of the best-traveled, almost always on the move. a new city every few nights. the aitken's even had three children already by the time story came along. story was their last, though.

life on the road was normal for story. he didn't know anything else, and for most of his early life he didn't think to question it. it wasn't until one of his older siblings started dreaming of life in one place that story even realized that could be an option. his sibling eventually moved back to killin, working with their grandparents at the bakery, and the aitken parents offered this same placement to each of their children. but only one of the aitken children took the offer.

the other three continued to travel, learning everything it took to keep the circus running smoothly. the other circus workers were like other parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, etc. this was their family, always surrounding them. story knew he didn't want to leave that. he was happy.

the psychic taught them to read books as well as stars and tarot cards. the strongman taught them arithmetic, and also how to create illusions with items that were supposedly too heavy to lift. history was taught to them by the ringmaster, science by the animals' caretaker. story never stepped foot in a school, but he was always a good student.

his best "subject", so to speak, was the aerial arts. he definitely took after his parents in that way. by the time he was six years old, he was able to join in the beginning of the acrobats' performances. he didn't do any of the more challenging tricks and techniques in front of an audience, everyone in the circus going to great lengths to ensure the boy's safety, but he could do little things in the beginning. cute things, leaving the audience cheering and "awwing" and then gasping as he flew through the air.

he didn't care so much about the sounds the audience made. he was too focused on the feel of the air rushing past him, the lack of ground beneath his feet. when he let go of the bar or the ropes or whatever he was hanging from with one hand, and could feel nothing but air in his fingertips. he loved it. he lived for it.

by the time he was thirteen, he was performing with the circus regularly. his parents were on their way out of performing, happy to watch their children take their place. they became support for the circus, the way all older employees did, and they were content to do so. story became a headliner, photos of him in the air on several of the posters and flyers distributed when the circus would be arriving in a town or city.

unfortunately, while performing in ireland when story was 18, there was an incident. story fell at the worst possible moment, resulting in a pretty bad arm injury. he ended up needing surgery, and then traveled to scotland to recover in his grandparents' home for a couple of months. afterwards, he returned to the circus. it took a few more months before he was ready to perform again, but something had changed. the passion was still there, but there was something about the determination he had that scared his family. his need to perform even if it hurt him.

for years, story continued to bring crowds to their shows. but just before he turned 24, his father sat him down and had one of the only serious conversations story can ever remember having with his parents. story got angry when his father asked him to at least take more breaks between shows, if he wouldn't stop performing entirely. the two men didn't speak for several weeks, something none of their coworkers had ever seen occur in the aitken family before.

story never had a chance to reconcile with his father. it was such a silly argument, and he regrets not just apologizing and moving on. after his father passed, story decided it was time for him to leave the circus. he said good-bye to his family, and traveled around the united states.

he'd always liked when they had traveled to smaller towns, so when he found cardinal hill it seemed like a good fit for him. story got himself an apartment, and then found a studio he could rent a room in to start teaching yoga. it wasn't quite set up for aerial work, and besides that he was smart enough to know he needed a customer base for something like that before putting his savings into it.

for a few years, he cheerfully taught yoga and made himself at home in the small town. he got to know everyone that he could, established himself as part of the population. he rigged up in trees when the weather was good, performing aerial arts for tips and to garner interest in what he was doing. he made friends, and connections, and then finally bought a run-down old studio near the one he was renting in. it hadn't been used in many, many years, and he knew it would need fixing up. besides, he would need to construct all the things he knew it would need for rigging the hoops and ropes and silks necessary for aerial work.

currently, he still works as a yoga instructor. when he isn't working, he's usually doing something in the studio he's fixing up. and when he's not doing either of those things, he's out and about in town, always the social butterfly. it's rare to find him alone, or at home. he prefers to be out and doing things.

personality:

story was taught to always be kind and share whatever he has that others might not. he takes those lessons very seriously to this day, and will drop everything to help someone in need. he doesn't care too much about material possessions, so whatever is his also belongs to his loved ones (and oftentimes strangers that seem like they need a hand).

he can be a little aloof. he doesn't mean to be, he's just got dreams that he can't seem to pull himself away from all the time. it isn't abnormal for him to ask someone to repeat themselves because he zoned out for a moment or three.

when he is performing, he's hyperfocused on what he's doing. people used to think he was just a really good performer, but as you get to know him it becomes more obvious that he's truly just in love with what he does. it isn't about the performance, or the audience. it's about how he feels when he's in the air.

when story has his mind set on something, he won't stop until he achieves it. it doesn't matter what the cost may be physically or mentally, he doesn't give up. it can probably get pretty frustrating to the people who love him and don't want to see him stretched too thin or hurting himself.

this will be added to every so often!

[smolwritingchick]

Forced To Believe Chapter 22- Wiping That Smirk Off Your Face

Chapter Summary: Morgan interferes in Stephanie trying to make Big Show hurt Dusty Rhodes and faces consequences

Words: 6,000+

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'Night of Champions'

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield'

After The Shield walk through the crowd, Seth and Roman fist bump Dean and Morgan and go back up the steps.

"This contest is set for one fall, and it is for the United States Championship. Representing The Shield, accompanied by The Diva's Champion Morgan Lopez, weighing 225 pounds, he is the current United States Champion, Dean Ambrose!" Justin announced. 

'I'm here to show the world!'

"And the challenger, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing 213 pounds, Dolph Ziggler!" Justin announced.

Morgan shook her head in annoyance as she watched Dolph walk down the ring.

"Big opportunity tonight for Dolph. He goes up against Dean Ambrose for the United States Champion." Cole said as Ziggler got in the ring.

'Ding Ding Ding'

Dean and Ziggler lock up but Dean catches him in an arm submission on the mat. Dolph gets up and Dean puts him in a headlock near the ropes. Ambrose releases him and runs to the ropes and hits him with a shoulder block, making him fall down. 

"That's what I like to see!" Morgan grinned. 

Ambrose runs to the ropes but Dolph makes him hop over him as he gets up and runs to him again, only for Dolph to do a big leap in the air, making Dean run under him. Ambrose grabs onto the ropes before Dolph can do an attack.

"Woo~" Dean turned around smoothly and ran his fingers through his hair, doing Ziggler's taunt while Morgan smiled at his silliness.

"Dean Ambrose trying to play mind games on Dolph­-oh!" King exclaimed as Dolph hit him with a dropkick to the face. 

He drops Dean to the mat and hits 10 elbows on him while Morgan holds her chest, feeling the pain. The two men get up and Dean stumbles to the ropes. Dolph jumps over him, making them both fall out of the ring.

The Philly Diva began to scowl at Dolph and started stalking him. 

"Stay away from him Morgan!" The ref warned.

"I didn't do anything! Chill!" She snapped at the ref, while Dolph turned to face her. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Cole and King start laughing with Dolph runs his hands through his hair and shakes his butt at her.

"You think that's funny!?" She shouted while Dolph threw Dean back in the ring as he stumbled to a corner. 

He starts giving him some hits until Dean reverses it and hits him with chops to the chest. Morgan watches on as Dean throws Ziggler to the ropes. Ziggler was about to jump on him but Dean caught him.

"Uh oh." King looked on as Dean slammed Dolph to the mat. "Well, there's a difference maker."

"Yes, it is," JBL said.

"He's slightly off, Dean Ambrose," Cole said. "And Morgan doesn't look like she's bothered with that."

"Unfortunately..." King groaned. Dean puts his knee on Dolph's spine and puts him in a headlock. "Morgan is enjoying this. Look at that sinister grin."

Dolph gets up but then Dean drops him down and puts him back in a headlock.

"Thanks for stealing my move." Morgan joked as she watched Dean grab Ziggler's arms around his neck like a straightjacket, similar to her submission, the breakdown. 

Dean met her gaze and smirked before turning his attention back to Ziggler. 

Later on in the match, Ziggler catches Dean with the Fameasser.

"No!" Morgan shouted. Ziggler pins him but Ambrose grabs the bottom rope. "Yes!"

Dean rolls out of the ring but then Dolph throws him back in the ring. As soon as Dolph gets in between the ropes, Ambrose kicks him and puts him in the headlock driver position but Dolph counters with a roll up. Dean kicks out and walks back to a corner. Dolph runs to jump at him but Dean moves out of the way just in time and he grabs him for the Headlock Driver. 

"And now Ambrose plants him," Cole said as Dean went for the cover.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

'Ding Ding Ding'

"The winner of this match, and still the United States Champion, Dean Ambrose," Justin announced as Dean got his title and had his hand raised. 

Morgan got in the ring and wrapped his arms around his neck to give him a kiss and hug. He wrapped an arm around her while he held the title in the other hand.

"The Shield's dominance continues," JBL looked on.

"And Morgan's kisses." King pouted. "I'd wish she'd give me one."

"In your dreams, King." JBL retorted.

Seth and Roman meet up with them in the ring. When the titantron showed the results on who was the greatest United States Champion, Morgan kissed Dean goodbye and stayed with Roman and Seth. 

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WWE Tag Team Championships. Introducing the challengers at a combined weight of 509 pounds, Darren Young and Titus O'Neil, the Prime Time Players!" Lilian announced.

'Ding Ding Ding'

"You got this!" Morgan supported at ringside. 

Rollins and Titus start in the ring and Seth keeps giving him slaps in the face which starts to aggravate Titus. He tries to do it a third time but Titus tosses him down the mat, near his corner. He hits him with a scoop slam and a leg drop before tagging in Darren Young. 

Later on in the match, Titus starts to use his whistle as he keeps stomping on Seth who is seated in Darren's corner. 

"Are you kidding me? Shut up with the whistle! Lose the whistle! Lose the whistle!" Morgan shouted. 

Titus looks at her and whistles again just to get under her skin. Roman tries to run in but Titus and Darren double clothesline him out of the ring. That gives Seth time as he gets out of the ring but starts getting chased by Darren. He runs past Roman and goes into the ring as Darren slides under Roman and punches him to the mat. When Darren gets in the ring, Seth takes control and tags in Roman. He throws Darren to the turnbuckle as he falls out of the ring. 

"Good job Roman!" Morgan cheered as she gave him a pat on the back when he went out of the ring.

He throws Darren back in the ring and tags in Seth. Moments later, Roman takes control of Darren and tries to prevent him from making a tag. Once Roman tags in Seth, Darren finally makes the tag to Titus as Titus runs into the ring and flips Rollins over with a shoulder tackle. 

"Jeesh!" Morgan exclaimed

Titus pins Rollins but he kicks out at two.

"That looked like somebody got hit by a car," King said. 

Titus starts to take control of Rollins and as soon as Rollins fights back, he runs to the ropes but gets hit with the Clash of the Titus as Titus goes for the pin.

"The Prime Time Players are gonna do it!" Cole exclaimed but then Roman broke up the pin as Morgan looked relieved. "And Roman Reigns saving the match up!"

Darren tosses Roman out of the ring and then gets on the apron, only to get swept down off the apron by Reigns. Meanwhile, in the ring, Titus grabs Rollins by the head but then Roman throws Darren in the ring, distracting the ref. Seth pushes Titus away from him as he gets speared by Reigns. He rolls out the ring, lying on his back while Seth goes for the pin and wins for his team. 

"Yeah!" Morgan jumped and cheered.

"Here are your winners and still the WWE Tag Team Champions, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns, The Shield!" Lilian announced while Morgan got in the ring to celebrate with them. 

Dean meets up with them as they raise up their titles. 

"Morgan successful, Ambrose successful, Rollins and Reigns successful. The Shield standing tall at Night of Champions." Cole said.

Morgan tweets 'The Shield and I are unstoppable. #BelieveInTheShield'

'Later on Night of Champions'

Melanie walked over to Colby in catering with a bag of Oreos. "Want some?" she asked

"Yeah, why not." he grabbed one as Melanie ate one. Once he took a bite, he spit it out and she started to laugh at him. "What the hell toothpaste?"

She grinned and patted his back. "Yep."

'Monday, hours before Raw'

Melanie walked backstage and saw Colby sitting at catering. "Yo dude. Ooh, are those sugar cookies? May I have one?"

"Why should I? You pranked me with toothpaste Oreo cookies. Toothpaste Melanie. Why should I give you these soft, chewy, sweet, delicious sugar cookies?" Colby grinned.

"Oh come on! They look so good! And stop teasing me. That prank was a sign to show you that you need to step up your game."

"All right, knock yourself out." Colby showed her the bag of sugar cookies and Melanie grabbed one. He started to smirk once she took a bite. 

She immediately twisted her face in disgust. The taste was awful. She spat it out in a napkin and coughed. "Ugh, what the heck did you put in this?"

"Salt."

"You used SALT instead of SUGAR!?" she shouted.

"Catering helped make the cookies with salt instead."

"You suck dude! Injustice! He made Sugar cookies, salty cookies! Injustice!" she exclaimed as she got a bottle of water and started drinking it. "I need some gum. You got gum-­oh hell, no, I'm not asking you for stuff again. Eva, do you have some gum?"

-----

'Raw'

In the ring, Stephanie was having a segment with Dusty Rhodes. Morgan was already in the ring, forced to be Stephanie's bodyguard. She did not feel like listening to Stephanie and her crap. She had just about enough of her abuse of power. She was this close to confronting her about it. In the ring, Stephanie just told Dusty that Cody could have his job back. 

"Or...we can give the job back to your oldest son. The one who fought so hard for Cody's contract last week on Raw. There's only one open spot and who better to make that choice, than you." Stephanie smiled.

Morgan did not like where this was going. She stood by a turnbuckle as she watched the two talk. She felt bad for Dusty Rhodes. This wasn't fair.

"No, no, no, no, let me tell you something. You not gonna catch me off guard. Let me tell you something, I'm not gonna make that choice. Let me ask you a question too." Dusty said.

"Before you ask me a question, let me put it to you this way­-"

"No." he retorted.

"No, no."

"No no no­-"

"You need to listen to this-­"

"Don't interrupt me!"

"Excuse me!"

"Don't interrupt me!"

"You need to listen. You can give this job to your glorious baby boy, the one who does everything absolutely right, just got married, got his whole life ahead of him, or you can give this job to the son that you neglected all those years, traveling on the road." Stephanie said. 

Morgan was getting tired of how Stephanie got into people's minds and put their family in the situation. First Big Show, now Dusty? This needed to stop. Now. 

"Dusty, I know you blame yourself. For Dustin's transgressions. And this is your chance to make that right. You could be a hero. To your sons. The choice is yours. The opportunity is right here in front of you."

"Let me ask you a question. In the mornin' when you get up and go to breakfast and you got some beautiful daughters." Dusty spoke.

"Yes, I do."

"How are they by the way? They good?"

"They're wonderful, now this isn't about me or my daughters."

"Let me ask this, you line them up at the table and you say 'Okay, you're my favorite, you other two, go on back to bed.' Is that what you do? That's my answer to you. And I'll tell ya one thing else. I'll tell you, I'll tell your husband, and I'll tell this company."

"You know what, this is very typical of you. You make this all about yourself, it's all about Dusty Rhodes and his decisions. Well, what about Cody? What about Dustin? What about Goldust? You're just gonna leave them behind? Like you always have, putting yourself first?"

Morgan's blood started to boil. "Morgan looks like she can't take much more of this," Cole observed.

Stephanie needed to stop pushing people's buttons.

"I hope they can find it in their hearts to forgive you," Stephanie said.

"You gonna forgive this. Stephanie, you can go straight to hell!" Dusty said in her face while Morgan smirked in amusement

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way..."

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield'

Morgan looked in the crowd and then walked up to Stephanie. "Is this necessary?" The Philly diva asked.

"Yes it is," she answered.

Morgan wanted to smack the crap out of her. How can she do this to Dusty? He's all alone and now she wants The Shield involved? 

"Are you kidding me?" King retorted.

"Wait a minute, no no no." JBL looked on

The Shield surrounded the ring and Morgan began to look worried as they got on the apron. She knew she would have to handle this herself. After all, she wanted to in the first place. 

"Stephanie! Call it off. It's not worth it." Morgan tried to reason.

"Hang on a second, hang on a second." Stephanie stopped The Shield from getting in the ring. "This hardly seems fair. I got somebody who's been waiting in the back and can maybe even things out. Oh, Big Show! Big Show would you mind coming out here please?"

The Big Show walked out in confusion and Morgan sighed.

Great...Stephanie was just asking to get hit. It's one thing to call The Shield to attack a Hall of Famer, but it was another thing to call a 7 foot giant out here. She already knew she was gonna make Big Show do something bad. Morgan just needed to think of a plan to stop it, if she could.

"Allow me to shed a little light on this situation dream...since you couldn't make a decision about which one of your sons would get a job here. Then you're gonna have another choice. Would you prefer to be dismembered by The Shield...or knockout by the Big Show? Your choice." Stephanie said after he got in the ring.

"Oh come on!" King exclaimed.

"Stop it already! This is unnecessary!" Morgan complained but Stephanie ignored her.

"Oh, you're not gonna make a choice again? Well, I'll tell you what, I'll make it for you. Big Show, knock him out!" Stephanie ordered.

"Enough! He doesn't deserve this!" Morgan shouted.

"He brought this on himself," she said to Morgan. "He didn't want to give one of his sons a job."

The Big Show looked concerned. 

"Don't do it. Do not do it, Show. Don't!" Morgan said in a hard tone to the Big Show. Big Show looked at Morgan and then at Dusty and shook his head no.

"Fine. Shield, get him!" Stephanie ordered but then Big Show stepped up.

"Don't touch him! Do not touch him!" Big Show yelled as The Shield backed off. 

Roman got out the ring and brought in four chairs as he, Dean and Seth had chairs in their hands. Morgan looked at the fourth chair. She knew it was for her. But she couldn't bring herself to get the chair. Big Show walked over to Dusty and hugged him.

"Do it! Do it!" Stephanie yelled.

"I'm sorry." Big Show sobbed and made a fist. 

Suddenly, Morgan got in front of him and grabbed his big fist with both her hands. The crowd cheered while Stephanie watched Morgan in surprise.

"Was that a wise move?" JBL asked.

"I'm glad she stopped that punch," King said.

"Don't. Don't do it, please!" Morgan begged. "Please!"

"Morgan! Step away. Now." Stephanie ordered.

"No. Call off everything! You don't need to do this, there's another way, just leave him alone already!" Morgan exclaimed.

"Morgan. Step away." Stephanie ordered once more.

Morgan ignored her and looked into the Big Show's eyes as he gave her a sorrowful look. 

Dusty touched Morgan's shoulder. "It's okay Morgan. I see the good in you," he said as she turned to look at him after she released Big Show's fist. 

"Morgan! Move! Now!" Stephanie ordered.

Defeated, Morgan stood back next to Stephanie. She watched in disbelief as The Big Show punched Dusty before holding him into a hug and laid him down on the mat as the crowd booed. 

She turned to Stephanie and grabbed a mic. "Why? Why is it that you love to see people who love and care about each other get hurt? Do you enjoy watching other people's pain and suffering? I don't understand. You think this is funny? You actually think this is funny?"

"Morgan, Morgan, this is what's best for business. He had it coming." Stephanie smiled sweetly.

After that, Morgan saw red. She had enough. 

"He had it coming..." Morgan chuckled and shook her head. "Okay...and you had this coming." She dropped her mic and smacked her hard in the face as the whole arena erupted into cheers.

"What!?" King screamed in a high pitched voice while Seth, Roman and Dean looked on in shock. 

Dean motioned his teammates to stay calm while Stephanie held the side of her face in surprise, looking at the Philly diva in disbelief.

"Is she crazy!?" Cole shouted as the Philly diva shot a dirty look at Triple H's wife.

Stephanie could not believe Morgan dared to hit her. 

"Do you know what you have just done?!" Stephanie yelled before getting shoved down to the mat by Morgan. She was about to attack her on the mat but The Shield quickly grabbed her as the crowd chanted 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

"Get off of me! Get off of me! Let go of me!" Morgan screamed as she tried to escape the strong grip that they had on her. 

"Morgan has lost it!" Cole shouted

"How dare you! Do you know who you are dealing with!?" Stephanie yelled.

Big Show looked on with shock while he held Dusty in his arms. The outspoken diva broke free from The Shield's hold and grabbed a chair. 

"Oh my gosh, she is gonna hit Stephanie with a chair!" King exclaimed but then Morgan threw the chair near Stephanie, almost hitting her as she flinched

"I've had enough of you! Everything! All the stuff you've done. I'm over it! No more of it!" Morgan yelled as The Shield grabbed a hold of her again.

Stephanie stood up and glared at her. 

"What the heck have we just witnessed?" JBL asked.

"Chaos." Cole said as Morgan broke free of their hold again, storming out of the ring.

Stephanie started to have a fit. This was going to be a big conflict between The Shield and Authority. 

"She is so fired! Find Morgan and bring her to my office! NOW! I don't care what you have to do. Knock her out, spear her, tie her up, drag her, I don't care. Bring her to my office. FIND HER~!" Stephanie screamed at The Shield as they got out of the ring and started running backstage.

"Oh boy. This is not good." King said.

Morgan tweets 'Sick to my stomach. Hope you're happy Stephanie. Someone should really slap that smirk off your face and teach you a lesson. Oh wait...I just did. #SpeakUp.'

'WWE Exclusive Video'

Big Show found Morgan sitting on a bench and walked up to her. "I'm sorry..." He murmured.

Morgan really wanted to put Big Show in his place but he was going through a lot and she started to feel bad for him. She let out a sigh. 

"Look, it's not your fault. I'm not angry at you, The Shield or Dusty. I'm mad at Stephanie. Look, can you tell Dusty that I'll get Stephanie back for him? And tell him I hope he gets better." She responded as he nodded and went to go to the hospital to see him.

Morgan ran her right hand through her hair and headed over to an empty locker room. She sighed and put her bag on a table and started to look inside it. 

So many things went through her mind. Her anger got the best of her. But she was happy she at least did something to Stephanie. But she wasn't done. Not by a long shot. All she wanted to do was give her a backfire. Just one backfire.

Moments later, she heard the door slam open as she gasped and jerked her head up. 

She turned around and saw Wade. 

"We need to talk..." He said.

Morgan frowned. He was one of the last people she wanted to see right now. He would just add more drama. 

"Look, I'm not in the mood. I already got too much bull crap going on. I don't need you to add more to it." She retorted.

"You need someone to talk to."

"Thanks but no thanks. I'd like to be alone."

"Are you mad at me, love?"

"A little bit."

"Can we just talk?"

"You know what? Fine. Natalya and Kaitlyn told me everything and I want everything on the table. Right now. You magically appear up again. Something is up. What is it?"

"All right then. I've fallen for you."

Raising a brow, she looked confused. "Excuse me?"

"I've fallen for you." Wade repeated.

She started to laugh. "Tell me that's a joke."

"I'm afraid not, love."

She ran her hands through her hair. "Wow. You learn stuff every day..."

"I want you to choose me instead of Dean."

"What is this? Twilight? You're Jacob Black, and Dean is Edward Cullen?" She rolled her eyes. "Give me a break," 

Morgan's anger towards Stephanie led her to give Wade the cold shoulder a little bit. She didn't mean to be so mean to him at first, but she needed to let him down as gently as she could. She hoped that he would accept the fact that she was with Dean and it was going to stay that way.

Wade chuckled. "When you put it that way..."

"Don't answer that...look, I'm flattered, but you're gonna have to get over these feelings you have for me, all right? Too much stuff is going on, and you know I'm happy with Dean. So just, forget about this conversation, okay?"

"How can you love someone like him? I can give you so much more than him."

"Now you're trying to buy me? That's a turn off..."

"He's violent. That's a turn off. He could hurt you."

"No. He could hurt you. And I think I want that to happen now. And so what if he's violent? He's not violent towards me. Sometimes I need a little rush in my life."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing. You changed Morgan."

"No. You changed. Don't flip this on me."

"He's got you brainwashed, Morgan. He's got you acting like a crazy person!"

Morgan looked at him in disbelief. "Now you're calling me crazy because I won't choose you over him?"

"Yes. Plus you assaulted Stephanie McMahon."

"And if you were in my shoes, you'd understand why. God...I knew there were ass kissers in this company but I never knew you would be one..."

"You know what? Fine. Your lost. I think I can upgrade a little bit better, anyway." Wade retorted.

"Wow...I'm so glad you just said that, cause you really got on my bad side, this time. Girls aren't toys. You can't just drop them if you want an Upgrade or whatever. You really screwed up now." 

'The Shield's hideout'

"Where is she man?" Seth asked, looking around.

"She's in hot water." Roman sighed. 

Moments later, Morgan walked over to them.

"There you are. We've been looking everywhere for you-" Dean walked over to her.

"Hurt him." She interrupted

"Who do we have to hurt?" Roman asked with an angry look. 

"I should have listened to you guys in the first place. Hurt him and hurt him good." She gave them the OK.

"You serious?" Dean asked and she nodded. He smirked. "Well, boys...I think you know what we got to do."

She sighed. "Thanks. So are you going to turn me in to Stephanie?"

"Morgan. We have your back. No matter what. We'll just say we couldn't find you." Seth reassured.

"Besides, Stephanie already left. She'll be back either on Smackdown or next week on Raw." Roman added.

"You guys...are the friggin' best." She grinned and bumped fists with them.

'WWE Main Event'

In the ring, Wade takes control of Justin Gabriel in a back and forth match. "Nice takedown by Wade," Josh said on commentary.

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield'

"What?" Miz asked as the crowd stood up from their seats.

"What is The Shield doing out here?" Josh asked as they surrounded the ring. Wade turns to Dean and glares at him while The Shield gets on the apron while Justin is still down on the mat. "And The Shield attacks!" He exclaimed as they started jumping Wade. 

Seth and Dean hold Wade as Roman does the spear on him.

"Spear by Reigns!" Miz shouted. 

Roman and Dean pick up Wade slightly before Seth hits the blackout on him. Ambrose picks Wade up and connects with the headlock driver on him.

"Let's pick him up." Seth said. 

Roman roars as Dean and Seth pick him up. The Shield hit the triple powerbomb on Wade as their theme comes on.

"This was punishment. But who sent them out here?" Miz asked.

"Well, whatever Wade did, he won't be doing it again," Josh said as The Shield did their pose.

'After show, in Melanie's hotel room'

"You want to just stay in tonight?" Melanie asked as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Yeah. I want to spend time with you tonight instead of going to the bar." Jon responded while lying on his back on the bed.

Melanie smiled and gave Celeste a quick text to tell her they wouldn't be joining tonight. "Want to watch a movie?"

"Die hard?" He suggested.

"Sure."

Jon sat on the floor and leaned his back on the end of the bed while Melanie's legs were on each side of his shoulders as she sat on the bed. 

While they watched the movie, she started playing with his hair. Jon chuckled. "Like playing with my hair?"

"Yep!" She giggled and then made his hair really messy. "Haha. Someone had a bad hair day."

"You're gonna pay for that." He grinned and turned around. He crawled on the bed as she laughed and tried to get away from him. "Get back here!" He grabbed her leg and pulled her to him. 

He started tickling her as she laughed. After he stopped tickling her, he hovered over her and put his hands on each side of her head. 

"What?" Melanie grinned.

"Just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you." he kissed her left cheek, then her nose, then her right cheek as she giggled. 

She pushed him off of her and pinned him down while having her knees on each side of his hips. Acting like she was about to kiss him, she ended up grabbing a pillow to hit him with it.

"It's on now!" He grabbed a pillow and they started to have a pillow fight. 

She tried to run away from him as she got off the bed but he grabbed her by the waist from behind.

"No!" She laughed before she turned around in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'll let you go this time."

"What happens if I don't want you to?" she grabbed him by the shirt as she walked back towards the bed. 

She fell back on the bed, grabbing him with her as he hovered over her and kissed her.

'Smackdown'

Stephanie tweets 'WWEMorgan101 We need to talk on RAW about your actions.'

The Shield are in the ring, getting ready for their gauntlet match. They watch as Darren Young walks down the ring while Morgan looks on from ringside. 

"The Shield getting ready for this match." Cole said.

"And Morgan is at ringside. I still can't believe Stephanie hasn't confronted this woman. She slapped the billion dollar princess! And pushed her. And not to mention almost hit her with a chair since she nearly threw it at her. She is not going to get away with this." Cole exclaimed.

"Morgan knows what she's doing." JBL replied

The Philly Diva watches Darren Young get in the ring as Vickie is at ringside sitting on a chair. The Shield attack Darren like a pack of hounds while Morgan looks amused. Seth and Dean hold Darren as Roman spears him to eliminate him. 

Titus O'Neil runs into the ring and fights back against The Shield. He held his own for a while until Dean got on his back and Seth held his leg. Roman takes him down with a shoulder tackle then The Shield pick him up for the triple powerbomb to eliminate him.

"That's how you do it!" Morgan cheered. Dolph runs down the ring and jumps on Dean, unloading on him with strikes. "Are you kidding me!?" 

Dolph starts unloading on Seth until Roman grabs him off of him and throws him to the turnbuckle. Roman clashes with the turnbuckle once Dolph moves out of the way. He jumps on Roman and starts unloading on him with punches before Dean and Seth throw him down. The Shield start to take control of Ziggler before he takes down Dean and starts to fight back.

"This should not be happening!" The Philly Diva yelled as Ziggler threw Roman out the ring and dropkicked Seth. 

He throws himself and Dean out of the ring. When Dolph gets on the apron, Ambrose holds his leg before Seth kicks him off the apron. And then Roman spears him hard on the mat, making the ref count him out. 

"Beautiful! Just beautiful!" She clapped 

Kofi Kingston walks down the ring as Roman gets out of the ring and runs towards him. Kofi leaps over him and jumps on the apron to take down Dean and Seth. 

Kingston gives them both a cross body in the ring and takes control of everyone. But in the end, The Shield becomes too much for him as Ambrose hits his finisher to eliminate him.

RVD walks on the stage as the crowd erupts in cheers. 

"This is gonna be interesting," Cole said. "One man who has been a rebel his entire career." 

Rob starts to take control of both Ambrose and Rollins while Reigns is still out from Kofi's trouble in paradise. Roman gets on the apron while RVD gets on the turnbuckle but gets kicked in the face by him. Once RVD does the rolling thunder on both Ambrose and Rollins, RVD gets set for the five star frog splash on Ambrose. 

All of a sudden, Triple H comes out which distracts RVD while Roman takes advantage and throws him off the turnbuckle, onto the floor outside the ring.

'Ding Ding Ding'

"Are you kidding me?" Morgan yelled.

Triple H went to Vickie and started arguing with her. 

"Shut it down! Shut it down! Come with me. Come to my office now." He ordered as the crowd boos.

Morgan got annoyed and grabbed a mic. "Are you freaking kidding me?! So what's next? Cancel the whole show? Is that best for business? Is that best for freaking business!? They've been wrestling all this time and now you want to call off the match? This is bullshit!" She yelled in frustration as the crowd cheered started to cheer 'This is bullshit'

Morgan threw the mic at the ramp as The Shield tried to calm her down. 

"Morgan, it's all right." Seth held her shoulders.

"Morgan's anger issues have really gotten the best of her lately." JBL looked on.

Ambrose grabbed her by the waist and started talking in her ear to calm her down while she continued to look pissed off.

"And just for that, you're banned from The Shield's match later on tonight. Shield, escort Morgan out of the ring." Triple H ordered as the crowd boos.

"Weak!" she exclaimed.

"Morgan can't manage The Shield later on tonight. What will The Shield do now? We'll find out later on tonight." Cole said as they went to a commercial.

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'Raw'

The Shield were guarding the ring while Triple H and Stephanie were doing a promo. 

"I am gonna give you the opportunity to take that frustration out tonight. I am gonna give all of you Darren Young, Titus O'Neil, The Usos, RVD, Dolph Ziggler, Kofi Kingston. Zack Ryder, R Truth, Justin Gabriel, all of you are gonna be in an elimination handicap match against The Shield." Triple H announced while all members of The Shield turned around slowly.

"You got to be kidding me..." Morgan retorted.

"And I am gonna give you a partner. Your partner will be Daniel Bryan." Triple H said.

"So there you have it, the first ever 11 on 3 handicap match," Stephanie added.

"After all what's best for all of you is what's best for business." Triple H said.

"11 on 3? Is this best for The Shield?" King asked as Triple H's theme came on.

"Wait, before you go, I would like to speak with Morgan alone," Stephanie said as Morgan turned to look at her. 

She sighed and got to the ring as the crowd cheered while everyone else left.

"I'll say this right now...I don't regret anything." The Outspoken Diva said on the mic. "I'm not going to sit here and do nothing anymore."

"Well, as I recall, you put your hands on me. Now I could fire you but that would be...too easy. So what do you have to say for yourself?" Stephanie sternly asked.

"Oh, Stephanie! I am so sorry for what I did! I didn't mean it. I have anger problems. My anger got the best of me Oh who the hell am I kidding, you needed to be put in your place." Morgan bluntly said as the crowd cheered.

Stephanie's eyes widen. That was not the answer she was looking for. 

"You are such an ice queen," Morgan continued, "Going around forcing Big Show to do all these things to keep his job...how about you leave him alone? And what you did to Dusty...You had no right!"

"You know what? Give me that title."

"No, I earned this!"

"Having you as Diva's Champion is not good for business." She slapped her and snatched the championship out of her hands. The crowd boos her loudly. "Get out of my ring before I call security."

"Is that all you got? Is that supposed to intimidate me?"

"You are not the ideal diva. You don't have the body, the skills, or the looks to be top of the Diva's Division." She spat

"Is that so? Do you think I have what it takes to try to be on top of Diva's Division?" The Philly Diva asked the crowd as they chanted 'Yes!' in response. "And the crowd has spoken."

"They're lying!" Stephanie yelled.

"Stephanie, I am tired of your abuse of power and you will not take away from freedom of speech! You know what you are? You are a spoiled, conceited, narcissistic bitch and I have had it with you!" she shouted as the crowd was behind her, cheering her on. 

Morgan ended up throwing her mic on the mat and walked out of the ring, angrily. 

"Wow..." Cole looked on.

"I'm done! I'm done with this! Everything!" Morgan yelled at Stephanie before storming off backstage.

After the show, Melanie was told to go home to continue the storyline. She wouldn't be on WWE TV or events for weeks. No Twitter, no social media, nothing. 

Being away from WWE for a while because of a storyline was going to be tough. Especially from her boyfriend and close friends but she knows she'll make it through. 

'Philadelphia'

Melanie arrived home and parked in front of her parents' house. 

"Home sweet home." She smiled as she grabbed her bags. 

As soon as she got on the steps, the door opened to reveal her mother with a huge grin on her face.

"Sweetie!" Jane crushed her with a hug

"Mom!" 

"It's so good to see you, honey. Come on in." She walked in with her bags. "You don't know how thrilled I am to have you home for a while. Part of the storyline right?"

"Yep. Oh, I talked to Jane, Mark and Stephanie. You are going to be part of the storyline."

"Really? Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed and hugged her again. "When?"

"A few weeks. Stephanie is really looking forward to it. She thinks it'll put a little bit more drama into the storyline."

"Thank you. You know how much I want to be a part of the WWE." She started to give her kisses on her cheek.

"Mom!"

"Oh, hush!" She gave her one last kiss on the cheek. "Hungry? I'm making some pasta."

"Ooh. Yes please."

All of a sudden, Ellie (Melanie's dog) ran into the living room and started jumping around Melanie as she grinned and kneeled before the dog. She starts petting her. 

"Ellie! It's been a while huh?" She started petting her as the dog licked her. After she was done playing with the dog, she turned to her mom. "Where's dad?"

"At his new studio, working. He's doing a late shift." She replied. "He loves the studio. You and Jon are so generous. How is Jon by the way?"

"He's doing great."

"I'm glad he's still the US champ. You have to introduce me to Colby and Joe. You always talk about them."

"They are really fun to be around. You'll love them."

"Oh, how is the prank war going?"

"I believe I've had the best pranks so far."

"Hahaha."

It was about time for WWE Main Event to come on, so Melanie turned on the TV and saw Main Event coming on. Jane had dinner ready and they started to watch Main Event while eating their pasta. 'We want Morgan' chants were loud and all over the arena.

"Whoa." Melanie looked on in shock.

"Wow. You are really popular." Jane looked on in amazement.

"I didn't think the fans would be this worked up on me leaving."

"As you can hear the loud chants for Morgan, we haven't seen her since RAW. She hasn't updated her Twitter or anything. We all want to know where Morgan is." Josh said on commentary.

After minutes of Melanie's mother cheering and booing at the TV, Melanie's phone rang and she smiled at the caller ID. 

"Hey! How are you...that's awesome...I'm doing great...really? Sure, I'll be there and meet you in town tomorrow...all right, bye."

[nicklloydnow]

“Russia said it would revoke its ratification of a major international nuclear-test-ban pact, a move that threatens to exacerbate global instability brought on by the war in Ukraine.

The step comes at a time when no arms talks between the U.S. and Russia are under way, Moscow has suspended its participation in the New START strategic-arms treaty, and ties between Washington and Moscow have reached lows not seen since the Cold War.

(…)

Though the treaty isn’t legally in force because not enough nations have ratified it, major powers including Russia, the U.S. and China say they are abiding by its terms.

A State Department spokesman said that the Russian move “needlessly endangers the global norm against nuclear explosive testing,” and that the U.S. remains committed to observing a moratorium.

Some former U.S. officials noted the revocation comes at a time when Russian military experts have been discussing whether Moscow should resume tests to confirm the effectiveness of some of Moscow’s new nuclear weapon systems.

“The Russians are clearly having a debate about resuming nuclear testing and this is moving them one step closer to such a move,” said Lynn Rusten, a former U.S. arms control official who is now a vice president of the Nuclear Threat Initiative, a nonprofit organization on security issues.

“If Russia were to test, other states would follow,” she added. “It would open the door for China to resume testing, for India and Pakistan and other states to follow.”

(…)

The U.S., which was the first nation to sign the treaty, has observed a moratorium on nuclear tests since 1992. But it never ratified the agreement in the face of congressional objections over verification and other issues. China, whose last nuclear test was in 1996, has also signed but not ratified the treaty.

A total of 187 nations have signed the accord and 178 have ratified it. For it to take legal effect, eight nations would need to ratify it: China, Egypt, India, Iran, Israel, North Korea, Pakistan and the U.S.

(…)

The U.S. has said that Russia has likely undertaken experiments that exceed that “zero yield standard” at its site at Novaya Zemlya, a remote archipelago in the Arctic Circle, an allegation Moscow has denied.

(…)

On Thursday at the Valdai Discussion Club, Putin said Russia had almost finished working on new types of strategic weapons and that it had successfully tested the Burevestnik, a global-range nuclear-powered cruise missile, and finished work on the Sarmat, an intercontinental ballistic missile that carries a heavy nuclear payload.

“As a rule, specialists say, [with] a new weapon it’s necessary to make sure that a special warhead will work smoothly, and tests need to be carried out,” Putin said.”

“Satellite imagery and aviation data suggest that Russia may be preparing to test an experimental nuclear-powered cruise missile — or may have recently tested one — with a theoretical range of thousands of miles.

Movements of aircraft and vehicles at and near a base in Russia’s remote Arctic region are consistent with preparations that were made for tests of the missile, known as the Burevestnik or SSC-X-9 Skyfall, in 2017 and 2018, according to a New York Times analysis.

(…)

Russia previously conducted 13 known tests between 2017 and 2019, all of which were unsuccessful, according to a report from the Nuclear Threat Initiative, a nonprofit group focused on arms control. And mishaps can be deadly. A missile launched in 2019 crashed and eventually exploded during a recovery attempt, killing seven people, according to U.S. officials.

“It is exotic — it is dangerous in its testing and development phase,” Daryl G. Kimball, executive director of the Arms Control Association, said. Whether the Burevestnik has been tested again since 2019 isn’t clear, but even with a successful launch, the missile would still be years away from “operational deployment,” Mr. Kimball added.

In previous tests, the missile failed to fly a distance anywhere close to the designed range, estimated to be around 14,000 miles. U.S. officials assessed that during its most successful test flight, lasting just more than two minutes, the missile flew 22 miles before crashing into the sea. In another test, the missile’s nuclear reactor failed to activate, causing it to go down only a few miles from the launch site. For a test to succeed, the missile’s nuclear reactor would need to initiate in flight, so that the missile can cover much more ground.

According to the Nuclear Threat Initiative report, the missile is a “second-strike, strategic-range weapon,” intended to be launched after a wave of nuclear strikes have devastated targets in Russia. The missile could carry a conventional warhead but, in practice, would likely carry a nuclear payload, albeit a smaller one than most other nuclear-capable weapons. If used in wartime, the missile could have the potential to destroy large urban areas and military targets, experts say.

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The Burevestnik is one of six strategic weapons, along with others such as the Kinzhal ballistic missile and the Avangard hypersonic glide vehicle, that Mr. Putin introduced in a 2018 speech. He asserted that the weapons could overpower and outmaneuver existing U.S. defenses. Addressing the West, he said, “You have failed to contain Russia.”

Visual evidence of testing preparations includes before-and-after satellite images.

Imagery taken on the morning of Sept. 20 shows numerous vehicles present on a launchpad at the base, including a truck with a trailer that appears to correspond to the dimensions of the missile. A weather shelter that typically covers the specific launch site had been moved about 50 feet. By the afternoon, the trailer was gone and the shelter was moved back to its original position.

Additional imagery captured on Sept. 28 shows the launchpad active again, with a similar trailer present and the shelter again drawn back.

On Aug. 31, the Russian authorities issued an aviation notice for a “temporary danger area,” advising pilots to avoid part of the Barents Sea off the coast and 12 miles from the launch site, known as Pankovo. The notice has since been extended several times and, as of Sunday, was scheduled to be in force through Oct. 6. Russia issued a similar notice before a Burevestnik test in 2019.

Additionally, two Russian aircraft specifically used for collecting data from missile launches were parked about 100 miles south of the launch site in early August, at the Rogachevo air base, according to analysis of satellite images by Bellona, a Norwegian environmental organization. The aircraft are owned by Rosatom, the Russian atomic energy company. They remained at that base at least through Sept. 26, according to additional satellite imagery. During Burevestnik tests in 2018, aircraft of the same type were also in the vicinity.

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The highly secretive nature of the Burevestnik missile initiative and the remote launch location make it difficult to determine if a test is forthcoming or if the weapon may have already been recently retested — or perhaps both. While launch tests of the Burevestnik have been conducted at the Arctic base in the past, Russia could also test just the missile’s rocket motor or a component of the missile itself.

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Experts said the missile is dangerous not only in its ability to carry a powerful nuclear warhead but in its potential to release harmful radioactive emissions if the missile were to explode or malfunction during a test.

If put into use, the Burevestnik would be considered part of Russia’s nuclear arsenal, making it subject to a nuclear arms reduction treaty that Moscow signed in 2011. That agreement limits the total number of warheads and delivery vehicles the country can deploy.

But with the treaty, known as New START, set to expire in February 2026, the missile could contribute to “the leading edge of an uncontrolled arms race” if no new agreement were to replace the expiring treaty, Mr. Kimball said.

Ultimately, he said, a test of the missile would be a “sign that Russia is moving in the wrong direction.””

“President Vladimir Putin has said Russia successfully completed the testing of a new nuclear-powered strategic missile and could revoke its ratification of a nuclear test ban treaty, raising fears that Moscow could resume nuclear testing for the first time in decades.

The Russian leader’s renewed nuclear talk on Thursday came against the backdrop of escalating rhetoric among Kremlin hawks, with a prominent propagandist drawing criticism this week for claims Russia should detonate a nuclear weapon over Siberia to send a message to the West.

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“The last successful test of the Burevestnik, a global-range cruise missile with a nuclear propulsion system, was carried out,” Putin said.

The question now, Putin said, was about resolving some “purely administrative and bureaucratic” procedures in order to move on to mass production of these weapons and putting them on combat duty. “We will do this soon,” he added.

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“This is a stupid weapon system, designed by stupid people for operational reasons that are not tremendously useful,” William Alberque, the director of strategy, technology and arms control at the International Institute for Strategic Studies, told NBC News.

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Since the start of his war in Ukraine, the Russian leader has repeatedly threatened to unleash the country’s powerful nuclear arsenal should its sovereignty or territorial integrity be threatened.

It’s part of the country’s so-called nuclear doctrine, which Putin said Thursday there was no reason to update, when asked if the threshold for employing nuclear weapons should be lowered to restrain the West. “No person in his right mind and clear memory” would think of using nuclear weapons against Russia, Putin said.

He added that he was not ready to say whether nuclear testing is actually needed, but threatened to revoke Moscow’s ratification of the Comprehensive Nuclear Test Ban Treaty, which bans all nuclear explosions, whether for military or peaceful purposes. It would mirror Washington signing but not ratifying the treaty, Putin added.

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It comes just months after Russia suspended its involvement in the last remaining arms control treaty with the U.S., which limits nuclear stocks.

Putin did not specify when or where the alleged testing of the Burevestnik missile took place.

But the New York Times reported earlier this week, citing satellite imagery and aviation data, that Russia may be preparing to test an experimental nuclear-powered cruise missile, or may have recently tested one.

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A suspected failed test of Burevestnik in 2019 killed five scientists and caused a radiation spike in a nearby city.

Technologically, the weapon is not that much of a challenge, said Alberque, but safely deploying it is much more difficult. “There is a reason the U.S. abandoned this technology in the Cold War. It’s just a bad idea,” he added.

The failed test in 2019 illustrates the dangers of this technology, he added.

Talking about its testing may primarily be an attempt to intimidate the West and force concessions on Ukraine, but Moscow withdrawing from the nuclear test ban treaty would be a huge deal, Alberque said. Russia is part of the global monitoring system that helps detect nuclear explosions and losing Russian sensors would deal “a hammer blow” to that ability, he added.

According to the United Nations, the Soviet Union’s last nuclear test took place in late 1990, so the resumption of nuclear testing by Putin’s Russia would be a major development that could further escalate global tensions.

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Margarita Simonyan, the editor-in-chief of Russia’s English-language RT network, suggested Sunday that there is no need for nuclear strikes on Washington when a thermonuclear explosion over Russian territory, like Siberia in Russia’s far east, would knock out all radioelectronics and satellite systems, in a major blow to the West. “Nothing so terrible would happen” to the area or locals, she said, adding that it’s one of the “most humane” options she sees available.”

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MALE, Sept 9 (Reuters) - Maldives President Ibrahim Solih and his main challenger Mohamed Muizzu are likely to face off in a second round of a presidential election, with results from Saturday's first round showing Muizzu ahead but short of the 50% needed to win outright.

With nearly 195,000 votes counted, Muizzu, seen as favouring closer ties with China, led Solih, who has promoted ongoing warm ties with India, 46% to 40%. Authorities said around 75% of the 282,000 eligible voters had cast ballots.

Solih, seeking a second five-year term, had championed an "India-first" policy during his time in power. The coalition backing Muizzu has launched an "India out" campaign, promising to remove a small Indian military presence of several surveillance aircraft and some 75 personnel.

Muizzu entered the fray after former President Abdulla Yameen was banned from contesting the election by the Supreme Court in August following a conviction for corruption and money laundering.

Thousands turned out early at over 570 polling stations across 187 islands. Maldivians were also voting at polling stations in India, Sri Lanka, Malaysia, Britain and Abu Dhabi.

"We thought turnout might be low during the early stages. However, we have been surprised with many people queuing very early," Fuwad Thowfeek, the president of the Elections Commission told Reuters. "So far, everything is moving smoothly without any disruptions or delays."

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Why Consulting an Astrologer in Delhi is a Smart Life Move

In today’s fast-paced world, where uncertainty often looms large, people constantly seek ways to find direction and clarity. Whether it's career choices, relationship dilemmas, health concerns, or financial decisions, many individuals turn to astrology for guidance. And when it comes to finding trusted, experienced, and insightful astrologers, Delhi — the vibrant capital of India — stands out as a hub of astrological wisdom.

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Delhi is Home to Some of India’s Best Astrologers

Delhi attracts highly knowledgeable astrologers from across the country. Many of them are internationally acclaimed, boasting decades of experience and rich traditional wisdom passed down through generations. An Astrologer in Delhi often blends classical Vedic astrology with modern needs, making their advice more relatable and practical for contemporary lifestyles.

By consulting a reputed astrologer in Delhi, you gain access to deep insights backed by genuine expertise, rather than superficial or generic readings.

Personalized Life Guidance Tailored to Your Needs

Every individual’s astrological chart (or Kundli) is unique — a cosmic blueprint of one's life path. An experienced Astrologer in Delhi meticulously analyzes your birth chart to offer personalized advice tailored specifically to you.

Whether you're struggling to make sense of career setbacks, relationship challenges, health issues, or financial instability, a personal consultation can shed light on hidden patterns and help you make informed decisions.

Timely Remedies to Minimize Obstacles

Astrology isn’t just about predicting the future; it’s also about offering solutions. Leading astrologers in Delhi provide practical remedies — such as mantra chanting, gemstone recommendations, pujas, and lifestyle adjustments — that are designed to mitigate the impact of malefic planets and boost favorable energies.

The goal is not to change your destiny completely but to empower you to navigate it more smoothly and successfully.

Career and Business Clarity

Choosing the right career or business path is one of the biggest challenges today. A skilled Astrologer in Delhi can help identify your strengths, talents, and the best fields for professional growth based on your planetary positions.

For business owners, astrological guidance can aid in decisions like the right time for expansion, the best partnerships, or choosing favorable dates for launching new ventures (muhurat).

Relationship and Marriage Counseling

Finding the right life partner and maintaining a healthy relationship are crucial aspects of life. Astrologers in Delhi specialize in matchmaking (Kundli Milan), relationship compatibility analysis, and resolving marital disputes through astrological remedies.

If you're facing relationship hurdles or seeking the perfect partner, a consultation can offer invaluable insights and actionable advice.

Health Predictions and Preventive Care

Believe it or not, astrology can also alert you to potential health issues well in advance. Certain planetary alignments in your chart might indicate susceptibility to specific illnesses.

A competent Astrologer in Delhi can guide you on preventive measures, lifestyle changes, and holistic healing practices to maintain better health over the long term.

Financial Planning and Prosperity Advice

Financial stability is crucial for a stress-free life. By studying the wealth houses and planets influencing prosperity in your birth chart, an astrologer can offer suggestions for managing finances, investing wisely, and planning for wealth accumulation.

This proactive approach can help you avoid major financial pitfalls and achieve your monetary goals more systematically.

Mental Peace and Emotional Support

Sometimes, just understanding the “why” behind life’s challenges can bring immense peace of mind. Astrology helps explain the karmic patterns behind your experiences, providing not just predictive insights but also emotional and psychological support.

When you consult a compassionate Astrologer in Delhi, you often find not just an advisor but also a mentor who listens, understands, and offers holistic support.

Access to Modern and Convenient Consultation Methods

Top astrologers in Delhi are now embracing modern technologies. Apart from traditional face-to-face consultations, many offer online consultations via video calls, chats, and phone sessions. This makes it easy for people living abroad or in other parts of India to access their services without any hassle.

So, even if you have a busy schedule, you can seek guidance at your convenience.

A Blend of Traditional Wisdom and Modern Insight

Delhi-based astrologers often combine ancient Vedic principles with a modern understanding of psychology, sociology, and technology. This unique blend ensures that their guidance is both spiritually profound and practically applicable to real-world situations.

Their holistic approach helps you harmonize your inner self with external life circumstances more effectively.

Conclusion

In a world full of complexities and rapid changes, consulting a reliable Astrologer in Delhi is more than just a spiritual exercise — it's a smart life strategy. It empowers you to better understand yourself, make informed choices, and navigate life’s ups and downs with greater confidence and clarity.

Whether you're at a crossroads or simply seeking deeper self-awareness, astrology can serve as a powerful tool for growth, healing, and success. And when you seek this wisdom in Delhi — the heart of India’s cultural and spiritual heritage — you’re choosing to connect with some of the finest minds in the field.

Make the move today. A brighter, more confident future could just be a consultation away!

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Smart Parts Exports – Your Trusted Hero Genuine Parts Exporter from India

In the world of two-wheelers, being in a fast-moving auto market ensures that your vehicle is running smoothly and checked for safety measures. While your Hero motorcycle or scooter is running, to maintain peak performance, it is imperative to use high-quality, genuine spare parts. At Smart Parts Exports, we are proud to share that we are one of the leading exporters of Hero Genuine Parts and trusted suppliers of Hero components all across the world.

We are trying to satisfy the rising demand of overseas importers and individual customers seeking Hero branded spare parts. We have established our name as a dependable supplier for Hero parts exports from India, backed with ample experience, a strong network, and years of industry exposure, competitively priced services and quality products sets us apart.

Why Hero Genuine Parts Matter

Hero MotoCorp, renowned for its innovation, fuel efficiency, and reliability, stands tall in the list of world renowned two-wheeler manufacturers, backed by their ever reliable machines. Even these sophisticated machines need a touch of maintenance and parts replacement done regularly, that’s where Hero Genuine Parts swoop in.

Parts that are sure to enhance efficiency, durability and optimum performance of the vehicles are genuine Hero products designed with precision to ensure best outcomes. Sourcing from third party suppliers or using subpar parts might seem affordable at first, but will heavily impact the vehicle in the long-run with safety concerns alongside wear and tear.

This is why sourcing your parts from a verified Hero Genuine Parts Exporter like Smart Parts Exports is essential for any business or individual looking to ensure reliability and value.

Smart Parts Exports – Your One-Stop Destination for Hero OEM and Aftermarket Parts

At Smart Parts Exports, we focus on exporting spare parts, both OEM and aftermarket, for Hero motorcycles and scooters. We have the inventory and knowledge to meet your requirements.

As a trusted Hero OEM Parts Exporter, we take special pride in offering original parts from authorized manufacturers. Our exports undergo quality control audits by Hero MotoCorp which ensures that our original parts provide adequate value and trust to our international clientele.

We are also a leading Hero Aftermarket Parts Exporter. Our aftermarket options provide valued savings for expenditure-conscious users while maintaining the same levels of functionality, performance, and compatibility—ensuring a greater level of durability.

What Makes Us a Trusted Hero Parts Exporter From India?

Hero MotoCorp has set up its manufacturing hub in India making the country a hot spot for sourcing authentic spare parts. We, as prominent Hero Parts Exporter From India, use this opportunity along with our supplier network and logistical capabilities to provide an effective Hero Parts Export service.

Here’s what sets us apart:

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✅ Global Reach: We have set out export chains to over 80 countries in Asia, Africa, The Middle East, Europe and Latin America making us a Hero Genuine Parts Exporter on the international market.

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For your one stop solution for authentic Hero scooter and motorcycle parts from India, look no further than your qualified associate, Smart Parts Exports. We supply as a Hero OEM Parts Exporter, Hero Aftermarket Parts Exporter, and Hero Genuine Parts Exporter.

Final Thoughts

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A Beginner’s Guide to NVH Testing in India’s Automotive Industry

In today’s fast-paced world of data analytics, staying relevant means knowing how to turn raw data into smart decisions—and fast. Sure, tools like Python, SQL, and Power BI are gaining popularity, but if there’s one tool that still stands strong in 2025, it’s Microsoft Excel.

Whether you’re just starting out or you’ve been crunching numbers for years, Excel for data analyst roles remains one of the most practical and in-demand skills. It strikes that perfect balance between simplicity and capability, making it the go-to for countless data tasks.

In this post, we’ll look at why Excel isn’t going anywhere, the most valuable Excel job skills right now, and how you can sharpen your expertise to keep up with the latest demands in data analytics.

The Modern-Day Data Analyst: More Than Just a Number Cruncher

Back in the day, data analysts were mostly behind the scenes—collecting numbers, making charts, and maybe sending the occasional report. Fast forward to 2025, and their role is far more central. Today’s analysts are storytellers, business advisors, and problem solvers.

Here’s what a typical day might include:

Pulling raw data from different platforms (think CRMs, ERPs, databases, web analytics tools)

Cleaning and organizing that data so it actually makes sense

Analyzing trends to help forecast what’s coming next

Creating reports and dashboards that communicate findings clearly

Presenting insights to decision-makers in a way that drives action

And you guessed it—Excel shows up in almost every one of these steps.

Why Excel Still Matters (a Lot)

Some might argue that Excel is “old-school,” but here’s the reality: it’s still everywhere. And for good reason.

1. It’s Familiar to Everyone

From finance teams to marketing departments, most professionals have at least a basic grasp of Excel. That makes collaboration easy—no need to explain a tool everyone’s already using.

2. Quick Results, No Coding Required

Need to filter a dataset or run a few calculations? You can do it in Excel in minutes. It’s great for ad-hoc analysis where speed matters and there’s no time to build complex code.

3. Plays Nice with Other Tools

Excel isn’t an island. It connects smoothly with SQL databases, Google Analytics, Power BI, and even Python. Power Query is especially useful when pulling in and reshaping data from different sources.

4. It’s on Every Work Computer

You don’t need to install anything or get IT involved. Excel is ready to go on pretty much every company laptop, which makes it incredibly convenient.

Top Excel Skills Every Data Analyst Needs in 2025

To really stand out, you’ll want to move past the basics. Employers today expect you to do more than just sum a column or build a pie chart. Here’s where to focus your energy:

1. Data Cleaning and Transformation

Use functions like CLEAN(), TRIM(), and Text to Columns to fix messy data.

Power Query is a game-changer—it lets you clean, merge, and reshape large datasets without writing a line of code.

2. Advanced Formulas

Learn how to use INDEX, MATCH, XLOOKUP, IFERROR, and dynamic arrays. These help you build smarter, more flexible spreadsheets.

Nesting formulas (formulas within formulas) is super helpful for building logic into your models.

3. PivotTables and PivotCharts

Still one of the fastest ways to analyze large data sets.

Great for grouping, summarizing, and drilling into data—all without writing any SQL.

4. Power Query and Power Pivot

These tools turn Excel into a mini-BI platform.

You can pull in data from multiple tables, define relationships, and use DAX for more advanced calculations.

5. Interactive Dashboards

Combine charts, slicers, and conditional formatting to build dashboards that update as data changes.

Form controls (like drop-downs or sliders) add a professional touch.

6. Automation with Macros and VBA

Automate tasks like data formatting, report generation, and file creation.

Even basic VBA scripts can save hours each week on repetitive tasks.

Real-World Excel Use Cases That Still Matter

Let’s get practical. Here’s how Excel is still making an impact across industries:

Sales & Marketing: Track campaign performance, customer engagement, and conversion rates—all in a single dashboard.

Finance: Build cash flow models, scenario forecasts, and budget reports that help CFOs make data-driven calls.

Healthcare: Monitor key performance indicators like patient wait times or readmission rates.

Logistics: Analyze delivery times, shipping costs, and supplier performance to streamline operations.

These aren’t theoretical use cases—they’re actual day-to-day tasks being done in Excel right now.

Excel vs. Other Tools

Let’s be real: no single tool does it all. Excel fits into a broader ecosystem of data tools. Here’s a quick breakdown:TaskBest ToolHow Excel ContributesQuick AnalysisExcelFast and easy to useDashboardsPower BI / TableauExcel dashboards are perfect for internal or lightweight reportsData CleaningSQL / Power QueryExcel connects and transforms with Power QueryBig DataPython / RUse Excel for summary views and visualizations of Python output

Excel’s strength lies in how easily it fits into your workflow—even when you’re working with more advanced tools.

How to Get Better at Excel in 2025

If you’re serious about leveling up, here’s how to grow your skills:

1. Take a Course That Focuses on Analytics

Pick one that emphasizes real business problems and gives you projects to work on. Case studies are gold.

2. Practice on Real Data

Websites like Kaggle, data.gov, or even your company’s historical data (with permission, of course) are great places to start.

3. Learn Keyboard Shortcuts

You’ll work faster and feel more confident. Start with common ones like Ctrl + Shift + L for filters or Alt + = for autosum.

4. Dive into Power Query and Power Pivot

Once you get the hang of them, you’ll wonder how you ever worked without them.

5. Build Mini Projects

Create dashboards or models that solve specific business problems—like tracking customer churn or sales performance. These can become portfolio pieces for your next job interview.

Conclusion

Excel isn’t going anywhere. It’s deeply woven into how businesses run, and in 2025, it’s still one of the best tools in a data analyst’s toolkit. It might not be as flashy as Python or as powerful as Tableau, but it gets the job done—and done well.

If you’re aiming to future-proof your career, investing in advanced Excel job skills is a smart move. From dashboards to data modeling, the possibilities are endless. And when paired with other tools, Excel helps you deliver even more value to your team.

So keep practicing, keep building, and remember—being great at Excel can set you apart in the data world.

FAQs

Is Excel still worth learning for data analysis in 2025?Yes! Excel remains one of the top skills hiring managers look for in data analyst roles. It’s everywhere—from startups to large enterprises.

What are the most useful Excel features for analysts? Advanced formulas, PivotTables, Power Query, Power Pivot, and dashboard design are the big ones. Knowing VBA is a bonus.

Can Excel handle big datasets?To an extent. While Excel has limits, features like Power Query and Power Pivot help it manage more data than it could in the past. For really massive data, combine it with tools like SQL or Power BI.

Should I learn Excel or Python?Both. Excel is great for quick analysis and reporting. Python is better for automation, data science, and machine learning. Together, they’re a powerful combo.

How can I show off my Excel skills to employers? Create dashboards or reports based on real data and include them in a portfolio. Show how you used Excel to solve actual business problems on your resume.

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Ensure Daily Tally Backups to Stay Secure and Compliant

The Ministry of Corporate Affairs (MCA) in India recently introduced stricter guidelines around data security with the Companies (Accounts) Fourth Amendment Rules, 2022. One major update? Businesses are now required to take daily backups of their accounting software—like Tally—instead of just periodic ones.

This change emphasizes how critical regular data protection has become. But why exactly are daily backups so important? Let’s break it down.

Why Daily Backups Are Essential

1. Protect Your Data Daily backups safeguard your accounting data from unexpected losses caused by hardware issues, cyberattacks, or simple human mistakes. It ensures you always have a recent, reliable copy of your financial records.

2. Stay Compliant Regulatory compliance isn’t optional. The MCA’s mandate means businesses must adapt or risk penalties. With daily backups in place, you’ll stay compliant and avoid legal headaches.

3. Keep Your Business Running If data gets corrupted or deleted, having a backup from just a few hours ago can help you recover quickly—keeping your operations running smoothly without major downtime.

How Cloud Backups Make Life Easier

Modern cloud-based backup solutions take the stress out of daily backups. Here’s how:

Automation: No need to remember to back up manually—cloud systems do it for you, every day, like clockwork.

Remote Access: Access your backed-up data anytime, from anywhere, with just an internet connection.

Scalability: As your business grows, your backup needs can grow too—cloud storage scales with you.

Security: Most cloud providers use advanced encryption and authentication tools to keep your sensitive financial data safe.

How iZoe Can Help

At iZoe, we specialize in cloud backup solutions tailored for businesses using accounting tools like Tally. Our services are designed to be easy to use, fully automated, and completely secure. With iZoe, you’ll never miss a backup—and you’ll always stay compliant with MCA regulations.

From reducing the risk of data loss to protecting your business from non-compliance penalties, iZoe offers peace of mind with minimal effort.

Conclusion

In today’s fast-changing regulatory environment, daily backups aren’t just a smart move—they’re a necessity. With new rules like those from the MCA, protecting your accounting data has never been more critical. By leveraging cloud solutions and trusted providers like iZoe, you can ensure your business stays compliant, secure, and future-ready.

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Antyeshti UK Shoot

After coming back from India; Kushal, Max and I set about discussing the visual language of the British shoot. As all the scenes were set in the evening we established that it would predominantly be soft tungsten lighting motivated by streetlights and practicals. The test shoot was very useful in giving us ideas for the actual film as we borrowed a lot of the same lighting setups and the test shoots overall look.

This process went very smoothly and because I've worked with Max & Kushal a lot these last years we have similar ideas of what we wanted the film to look like. The main difference this time was that we were working with a larger crew.

This had advantages in that there was more hands to help with camera moves and lighting setups but made it harder to move around the space. Especially since the shops we were shooting in were pretty tight. In addition, the three shoots in Edinburgh were all night shoots. This is something I'm not especially fond of and it messed up my sleep schedule a bit.

However it culminated in a very successful project and the stills I've seen from the UK shoot are very impressive.

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From 12V 100Ah to 48V 200Ah, we’ve got a full range ready for delivery.

🌿 Go Green with Solar-Ready Options

Already using solar at home or planning to go green? iNYX lithium batteries are solar-compatible, helping you store solar energy efficiently and reduce dependence on the grid.

Clean energy + smart storage = a brighter future.

🏠 Perfect for Every Home

Whether you live in a small flat or a large independent house, iNYX batteries are suitable for:

Apartments

Villas

Remote or off-grid homes

Vacation properties

No matter your space, iNYX adapts to your power needs.

💬 Final Thoughts

When it comes to powering your home during outages, don’t settle for outdated tech. Make the smart move with a lithium inverter battery from iNYX Power — and enjoy peace of mind, longer life, and reliable performance.

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NAPCO — Leading Truck Battery Manufacturer in India for Unmatched Power and Reliability

India’s trucking industry is the lifeline of its economy, moving goods across vast distances, tough terrains, and extreme weather conditions. Behind every powerful truck engine lies a dependable battery that keeps it going. Enter NAPCO, the trusted name as a premier Truck Battery Manufacturer in India, offering unmatched performance, durability, and reliability.

Why a High-Performance Truck Battery Matters

Trucks demand more than just regular batteries. They need:

🔋 High cranking power to start large engines smoothly.

🌡️ Resistance to temperature extremes across diverse Indian climates.

⚙️ Durability for long hauls and tough terrains.

💧 Zero or low maintenance to minimize downtime on the road.

NAPCO understands these challenges and manufactures truck batteries that consistently outperform expectations.

NAPCO Truck Batteries: Designed for Heavy-Duty Demands

NAPCO’s truck batteries are built using advanced grid designs,��robust casing, and premium active materials that provide:

✅ Quick ignition even in freezing or scorching temperatures

✅ Long-lasting charge retention for extended trips

✅ High vibration resistance, essential for rugged roads

✅ Reliable backup power for on-board electronics

From light commercial trucks to heavy-duty trailers, NAPCO offers tailored battery solutions for every vehicle type.

Zero Maintenance, Maximum Efficiency

With NAPCO’s zero maintenance truck batteries, fleet operators and drivers can say goodbye to frequent water top-ups and corrosion worries. These batteries are designed for:

🧼 Clean operation

🔧 Reduced service costs

🛠️ Lower total cost of ownership

This not only reduces maintenance efforts but also ensures uninterrupted performance during long hauls.

Trusted Across India’s Trucking Network

NAPCO’s batteries are trusted by:

🚛 Logistics companies

🏗️ Construction and mining vehicles

🛣️ Long-distance transporters

🛻 Fleet owners and individual truckers

With a growing distribution network across India, finding and maintaining your NAPCO truck battery is always convenient and cost-effective.

Sustainability Meets Strength

NAPCO is committed to environmentally friendly manufacturing. Our truck batteries are built using eco-safe materials and recyclable components, contributing to a cleaner, greener India without compromising on performance.

Why Choose NAPCO as Your Truck Battery Manufacturer?

🏭 Made in India with world-class technology

🔋 Tailored for Indian roads and conditions

⚡ High reserve capacity for uninterrupted journeys

🛡️ Backed by strong warranty and after-sales service

🌐 Wide availability across all states and regions

Conclusion: NAPCO Powers Every Journey

For those who keep India moving, power and reliability aren’t optional — they’re essential. As a trusted truck battery manufacturer in India, NAPCO delivers just that. Whether it’s daily urban transport or cross-country logistics, NAPCO batteries ensure you never stall, never stop.

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Top 10 Important Bike Parts and How to Take Care of Them — A Guide by GNG GO

Your two-wheeler is not just a machine — it’s your daily companion. Whether you’re commuting to work or taking a weekend ride, every part of your bike works together to give you a smooth and safe experience. That’s why it’s important to know the main parts of your bike and how to maintain them properly.

At GNG GO, we not only offer online bike spare parts, but we also believe in helping you take better care of your ride. Here’s a simple guide that even a third-class student can understand.

1. Engine

The engine is like the heart of your bike. It gives power to move your vehicle.

Care Tip: Change the engine oil regularly and avoid over-revving the engine.

2. Battery

The battery gives electricity to parts like lights, the horn, and the self-starter.

Care Tip: Check for any signs of rust or leaks. Keep the terminals clean and check the charge regularly.

3. Brakes

Brakes help you stop the bike safely. There are two main types — disc brakes and drum brakes.

Care Tip: Always check the brake pads and fluid. Replace them if they are worn out.

4. Tyres

Tyres keep your bike moving smoothly and safely on the road.

Care Tip: Keep tyre pressure at the recommended level. Replace the tyres if they look cracked or worn out.

5. Clutch

The clutch helps you change gears without stopping the engine.

Care Tip: Avoid holding the clutch for too long while riding. Get it adjusted during regular servicing.

6. Chain

The chain transfers power from the engine to the wheels.

Care Tip: Keep the chain clean and well-oiled. Also, check the tension — it shouldn’t be too tight or too loose.

7. Lights

Front and back lights help you see the road and help others see you.

Care Tip: Replace dim or fused bulbs. Clean the lights regularly to keep them bright.

8. Air Filter

It stops dust from entering the engine.

Care Tip: Clean or replace the air filter as per your bike’s manual, especially if you ride in dusty areas.

9. Suspension

This part makes your ride smooth, especially on bumpy roads.

Care Tip: Get it checked if you feel too many jerks while riding. Don’t overload your bike.

10. Fuel Tank

It stores petrol or diesel, depending on your bike.

Care Tip: Use clean fuel and always keep the tank covered when not in use.

Why Regular Maintenance Matters

Regular maintenance not only helps you ride safely but also saves money in the long run. Replacing faulty parts early can prevent bigger problems later.

That’s where GNG GO comes in. We’re your trusted destination for bike spare parts in India. Whether you’re looking for engine parts, tyres, lights, or mirrors — we’ve got it all. Our platform is designed to help you find quality online bike spare parts quickly and easily.

Benefits of Buying from GNG GO:

Genuine and trusted brands

Easy website navigation

Fast delivery across India

Friendly customer support

Final Words

Taking care of your two-wheeler doesn’t have to be hard. With a little attention and the right spare parts, your bike can run like new for years. Whenever you need a replacement part or want to upgrade your bike, think of GNG GO — your partner in smooth and safe rides.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1. Where can I buy original bike spare parts online? A: You can find genuine and original spare parts at GNG GO, your trusted online store for two-wheeler components.

Q2. How often should I change engine oil? A: Ideally, after every 2,000–3,000 kilometers, but check your bike’s manual for the exact interval.

Q3. Why is my bike not starting even though the battery is new? A: It could be due to loose wires, a faulty starter, or fuel issues. It’s best to consult a mechanic or get the necessary parts from GNG GO.

Q4. Are online bike spare parts from GNG GO covered under warranty? A: Yes, most products come with brand warranties. Check product details before purchase.

Care Tip: If it sounds too loud or smells weird, get it checked. Clean the exhaust tip once in a while.

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Playinexch: Where Fast Sports Action Meets Effortless Betting

For fans who follow sports not just for the entertainment but also for the thrill of making smart predictions, playinexch offers a welcome balance between simplicity and performance. It doesn’t bombard you with bells and whistles. Instead, it focuses on giving you what really matters: live odds that move in real time, intuitive controls, and a platform that keeps pace with your lifestyle.

What strikes most users first is how natural the interface feels. From your first visit, playinexch is easy to understand and even easier to use. Whether you're placing your first bet or simply browsing live matches, the platform provides clear paths to everything—no endless clicks, no confusing dashboards. It’s built so you can get in, play smart, and get out, without wasting time.

During live matches, performance really shines. Odds refresh immediately, and bet confirmations are lightning-fast. That’s crucial when you’re watching a match where every second counts—like a cricket final going down to the wire or a football match that could turn with one red card. Playinexch keeps up with the drama, allowing you to react without lag.

Cross-device usability is also top-notch. Whether you switch from a phone during lunch to a laptop in the evening or even use both simultaneously, your session is synced and stable. The layout adjusts smoothly to different screens, and all key features stay accessible, no matter the device.

One of the most appreciated features is its rewards system. You won’t find endless conditions or hard-to-claim bonuses. Instead, playinexch offers straightforward perks—like deposit boosts, cashback incentives, and reward points that actually convert into usable credits. Frequent players get rewarded consistently, not just during big events.

Security and trust are foundational. Transactions are encrypted, and users report quick, hassle-free withdrawals. Your money and data are handled transparently, and if you ever need help, support is available and responsive. That peace of mind goes a long way in an industry where reliability can’t be taken for granted.

For users across India, language access is another thoughtful detail. The platform supports multiple regional languages, allowing users to play confidently in whichever language they’re most comfortable with. This inclusivity makes playinexch a natural choice for family members or friends who want to use the same app in their own preferred languages.

Social insight is also present, but never intrusive. You can browse trending bets, see which teams others are backing, and track live market movement to help guide your decisions. It adds a layer of strategy without turning the experience into a popularity contest.

And perhaps the best part? Playinexch fits into your schedule, not the other way around. You can dip in for a quick bet while waiting for a ride, or sit down and follow an entire match—it’s all the same smooth experience either way.

If you’re looking for a betting platform that feels responsive, fair, and ready when you are, playinexch is worth a shot. It’s not about flashy graphics or exaggerated claims—it’s about control, confidence, and getting the most out of the sports you already love.