#devil-devitt

[dmndvtt]

@biiigtime , visions.

the night air spills in through open window, and with it came the sounds of the japanese city life which carries on in the streets below. in the low apartment lighting, all which could be seen is the glint of the brass plates of their straps proudly displayed on nearby table. they had grown accustomed to the change in scenery, having made waves in the country's wrestling promotion. it's a far cry from competing in the european indies. in a way, he'd felt like they'd made it. they'd touched some semblance of success. here, prince devitt had been made to feel like a king, and the irishwoman a queen.

just hours ago, the iwgp junior heavyweight champion had been doing a devil's dance they'd done a thousand times over, but something about it had felt significantly different than times before. this felt momentous, an unknown, unspoken weight to it which he couldn't even come close to quantifying. the witching hour was upon them, and while becky slept peacefully beside him, his slumber had been anything but. heart pounds at an erratic rhythm, sweat begins to slick skin which had been freshly showered only hours prior. there's only one reason for this. the visions were back, and with a vengeance. like usual, they're choppy flashes like a poorly edited video.

an image of a baby he'd never seen before, bearing blue eyes that suddenly filled with red, merging to make an eerie violet hue. sudden jump to the dojo, small pale feet running around on the mats. static - like transition to a red sky, thunder almost drowning the screams of an anguished becky. a brief flicker of her reddened, sweaty face. a phantom pain of his hand being squeezed. another flash of lightning to see the symbol of wwe on a ring's apron, a small auburn - haired girl landing firmly upon it. again, another splice of memories yet to be had shows a little girl coming up to him with a bright red universal title belt. the concerned sound of a tiny irish cadence screaming for her father. was she talking to him?

no, no, it couldn't be.

a blip of an image of a teenaged version of the woman wrestling, begging for the chance to be trained. a flash of an image depicting the demon king, balor, in an image on book's page in what appeared to be the girl's grimoire. dad, wake up ... wake up ... dad!

with a sudden jolt and a grunted exclamation, the visions end, leaving him a drenched, panting mess in the bed. a familiar ache in his temple, one that's eluded him for some time. fingertips move to put pressure there, no relief. a slight turn of head reveals that his actions had roused his wife from her rest. an apologetic smile graces his face as he reaches towards her, brave expression in the wake of pure panic. all the while, questions plague distraught mind: why did this happen now? who was this child which seemed to haunt him? what did it all mean?

it would all become painfully obvious in the coming months, but until then he'd be experiencing flickers of his darling daughter finleigh in TORMENTING VISIONS he couldn't make sense of. he remains silent aside from slowly settling breaths. a singular digit reaches towards the pale cheek of becky. it's followed by a heavy sigh, hand moving to gently rake through fiery strands. " sorry, sweetheart ... " his voice comes in soft bravado, a slight tremble to it still. " didn't mean to wake ya. "

[mayhemproduces]

Saya Kamitani vs Julia Hart

After Kyle Fletcher and The Devil’s Trick cost Prince Devitt the Chaos Cup, Julia Hart comes for revenge, trying to take her pound of flesh from the Phenex Queen. It’s also interesting to note that both Saya and the House of Black have been confirmed for the Clusterfuck, so this particular match could have implications for Thunder in Paradise, as well. But Julia’s mind is locked into this moment, in Saya, and she charges right out of the gate, knocking Saya back with an uppercut! She unleashes a furious tirade of forearms, unloading all her recent frustrations onto Saya’s face. Julia goes for a whip, but Julia reverses, and rebounds off the ropes, dropping Saya with a dropkick! She runs the ropes again, and knocks Saya down with another dropkick! Julia misses on the third, and Saya jumps on her back, trying to lock Julia in a Sleeper! Julia throws her off, and they tousle on the mat, jockeying for position, until she’s got Julia flat on her stomach, Saya sitting on her lower back. Saya teasingly slaps the back of Julia’s head, messing with her hair more than anything. Julia tries to wriggle out of it, but Saya moves into a chinlock. Hart rolls out, into a waistlock. Saya reaches back, trapping Julia in a side headlock. She turns it into a front facelock, but Julia rolls out of it and into a wristlock. She sweeps Saya’s leg, trapping her in a reverse wristlock. Saya gets up, and Julia gets a hammerlock. Saya reaches back and tosses Julia, before throwing her out of the ring with a hurricanrana. Saya jumps off the top rope, and takes her out with a crossbody!

Saya starts screaming at the fans, who quickly scurry out of the way, and Saya tosses Julia over the guardrail, and into the chairs! She jumps over it and starts beating her down, driving Julia further into the chairs. Smith gets her back, telling her to bring the match back into the ring, but as Saya argues with him, Eric starts beating down Julia! He quickly moves back as Saya shoves past Smith, picking Julia up and moving through the crowd, throwing her into even more chairs! Saya stands on some, mocking Julia and the fans, as Julia tries to get out of the chairs. She gets back over the guardrail as Saya grabs a steel chair from under the ring and slides inside. She sets up the chair and takes a seat, pulling her bottom eyelid down as she laughs to herself. She crosses her arm as she watches Julia crawl to her feet, all the while, referee Smith is counting her out. He gets up to eight before Julia throws herself inside, and Saya immediately catches her in a drop toe hold, causing Julia to fall face first on the chair! She hits the ropes, and connects with a basement dropkick, knocking Julia and the chair over!

As Devitt cheers Julia on, trying to get her back into the fight, Saya kicks the chair out of the ring, and starts to stalk Julia  There’s a couple of hard kicks to the spine and the head, as Saya takes her time, basically toying with her food, while Julia tries to find the strength to fight back. Saya kicks her onto the bottom rope, bending Julia’s spine around it as she chokes her out. Smith is right there to count Saya out, bringing it up to four before she backs off. When she does, she argues with Smith, and Fletcher starts punching at Julia and raking her eyes! Devitt runs the bend, backing him off, but Saya goes right back to choking Julia with her foot, before backing up, and kicking her in the head. Julia holds her throat as she finally moves out of the ropes, Saya’s hands on her hips as she watches Julia crawl, before kicking her again. Julia gets up, and finally throws a forearm, but Saya just holds her arms up, yelling at her, before kicking Julia down. She grabs her by the hair and wrenches it, twisting on Julia’s long, blonde hair before whipping her down to the mat with it, almost like a snapmare, just with her hair. Saya sinks into a chinlock, wearing down the young priestess. Hart reaches for the ropes, but eventually, Saya gets tired of watching her struggle, and just throws Julia into them, throat first. Julia ricochets back from the impact, grabbing her throat and coughing harshly before she’s grabbed, but Julia counters, and nails Saya with some forearms! She hits the ropes, coming down with a split leg drop, but Saya moves out of the way, and nails Julia with a basement dropkick to the back! Saya stays one step ahead, as Julia finds herself looking at the lights, before looking at the bottom of Saya’s boot, as it catches her in the face!

After some mocking taps to the upper torso of Hart, Saya then runs the ropes. But Julia ducks and turns things around, spiking Saya with a satellite DDT! Julia scores a BIG one over Saya, dropping the Phenex Queen right on her head! Massive moment for Julia here, as she looks to follow things up with a fisherman buster, but Saya has it scouted. She swings out, and uses her leverage on Julia’s wrist to throw her into the corner. Saya charges, but Julia grabs her legs up, and slips through the ropes, pulling Saya into the Tarantula! She’s got Saya all twisted up, while trying to choke her out! Julia only has until the count of five before she has to release, but she uses every second she can, before finally letting Saya go. She leans against the ropes, trying to catch her breath, as Julia swings back into the ring. She circles it, before lining Saya up. She charges, before dropping into a handspring, and crushing Saya with the lariat! Julia’s finally stringing them together, and she looks to keep inflicting punishment, as she runs the ropes, but Saya cuts her off with a forearm! She rears back, and nails Julia with another one! As Saya keeps swinging, beating Julia up, her smile turns from a short, pleased upturn, to a grin and a cackle, full of malice and ill intent, as she tries to cave Julia’s temple in, until Julia drops. Saya stands over her, arms raised, shouting at Julia to do something, to hit her, and Julia does! BIG uppercut knocks Saya’s screws loose, and Julia unleashes a flurry of forearms, knocking Saya back! One final blow knocks Saya into the corner, and Julia falls back, letting the adrenaline flow through her before she charges, before Saya bursts out of the corner, and knocks her down with a dropkick! Saya gets her up, backing them to the ropes, but Hart reverses the whip. Saya’s sent running, Hart hot on her heels. She goes for a strike against the ropes, but Saya docks it and whips around, but Julia’s faster, and slips behind, planting her with a crucifix driver! Julia lets her go and rolls back, before crushing her with a standing Moonsault! Julia stacks her up, looking for a big win over the undefeated Kamitani!

1… 2… Kickout!

Saya powers out at two, and starts to sit up. She ends up in Julia’s crosshairs, and Julia comes from behind, going for a clothesline. But Saya ducks it! She rolls Julia up from behind, before lifting her up, and planting Julia with a Blue Thunder Bomb! Saya sits out, holding Julia’s left shoulder down!

1… 2… Kickout!

Saya’s had enough playing around, and wants to finish Julia off with the Star Crusher, but she’s denied! Julia holds on, and lifts Saya up instead! Saya reverses it, and Julia swings out, nailing her with a gut kick before she takes off, bouncing off the ropes. But Saya knocks her down with a SHARP rolling wheel kick! Kamitani’s boot just smacked into Julia’s face, and she could be out! Saya drops into the cover, looking to take it!

1… 2… Julia pulls her into a crucifix!

1… 2… Kickout!

Julia rolls her onto her stomach, and locks in the Hartless! She switches it up on Saya, just like that, and she’s got Saya locked into her mostly deadly submission! Under the wing of Malakai Black, and the rest of the House, Julia has become a vicious technical master, and she very well could make Saya tap out right here! But Saya’s not going down without a fight. She gets her hips and feet under her, and drags herself to the ropes. Screaming and crying the entire time, as Fletcher and Taylor do their best to encourage Saya to make it, to force the break. And eventually, Saya uses her long legs to her advantage, and forces the break! She’s got her foot on the bottom rope, but Julia wrenches it one more time, screaming as she does, before letting Saya go. But, as she does, Julia grabs Saya by the back of the head and drapes her across the second rope, and wraps her legs around Saya’s head, choking her against the ropes. A little taste of her own medicine from earlier in the bout. Julia lets her go, just to swing her leg through the ropes, and nail Saya with a spinning heel kick! Julia drops into the cover!

1… 2… Kickout!

Julia goes to pick her up, whipping her off, but Kamitani jumps to the second rope, twists, and nails Julia with a front dropkick! She blasts Julia in the face with it so hard, she goes head over heels! Julia flops back, and Saya grabs her by the back of the head, nailing her with forearm after forearm, before just slapping Julia! Saya laughs, but all that slap did was piss Julia off. She grabs Kamitani, and decks her with a HUGE forearm! Saya grabs her by the chin, and slaps her again! Julia lands another forearm, but it’s not enough for Saya! She holds her arms out, yelling at Julia for more, and Julia puts her all behind the next shot. Saya throws one back, and their slugfest turns more rapid fire, as both wrestlers unload shot after shot. Saya falls back, but she powers up, unleashing a battle cry as she goes after Julia, but Julia nails her with a thrust kick! Saya drops to the mat, and Julia runs the ropes, knocking her down with a sliding lariat! She jumps back up, hits the ropes again, and connects with a second lariat, this one to the back of the head! But Saya’s still getting up! Julia runs the ropes, and connects with a knee to the temple! Off the ropes again, and another knee! Saya’s finally starting to go down, finally starting to weaken, and Julia connects with one more knee, right under Saya’s jaw! Julia screeches, before hitting the ropes one more time. Saya tries to stumble up, but she’s still doubled over as Julia rebounds. She jumps up and twists, landing on Saya’s back, and she plants Saya with the Code Blue! Julia’s got her stacked up, this could be it!

1… 2… Kickout!

For a moment, it looked like Eric was about to get into the ring himself, but Saya gets the shoulder up, just in the nick of time. Julia didn’t notice, but Devitt sure did, and he keeps a close eye on Eric, as inside the ring, Julia tries to pick Saya up. But Saya reverses it, lifting her up for the Star Crusher - but Julia reverses it with an inside cradle!

1… 2… - KICKOUT!

Saya barely kicks out in time, but she manages to throw the shoulder up at the very last moment! Julia sits up, and nails Saya with a thrust kick! She starts to climb to the top rope, wanting to finish this with her patented Moonsault. But Fletcher knows it, and starts to slide into the ring. If he gets involved, it’ll be a disqualification for Saya, but he can at least distract Julia, or the referee just enough - but Devitt’s not having any of it! He grabs Fletcher’s legs, and pulls him out of the ring! He tells Fletcher to stay the hell out, or Devitt’s gonna take him out. This leads to Fletcher, and Eric Taylor, both shouting at Devitt. Devitt looks like he’s ready to swing on the both of them, when Malakai puts his hand on Devitt’s chest. He’s speaking too quietly for our mics to pick up, but it looks like…. Malakai wants him to back off? Devitt’s brows cross as he looks up at him, asking him, “Now why in the hell would we do that? They’re cheating right in front of us-” Malakai dips his head in, but his lips are thinned, jaw clenched, like he was struggling to not turn this into a full blown fight- when Devitt knocks his hand away!

“I don’t know where you’re gettin’ this ‘every man for himself’ bullshit, but we’re a fuckin’ family, Mal. Families look out for each other. Or have you forgotten that?” Malakai shakes his head, chuckling to himself, but there’s nothing humorous behind it, as Devitt continues, “I’m not just gonna stand here and let those punks take advantage of Jules like that. You can do whatever you want, but-”

“You can be such a mortal sometimes,” Malakai snaps back. “So irrational. So impulsive-”

“At least I’m not just standin’ around with my thumb up my arse.”

“- Nobody ever listens to me. It’s why you always lose-”

“Well, considerin’ I just beat you a couple weeks ago, I guess that makes you a loser, too, don’t it?”

“Oh, I am nothing like-”

“HEY!”

Both of their heads snap up, as Julia leans over the ropes and shouts at them. “Can you guys stop arguing for five damn minutes?! I’m trying to have a match!” Devitt starts to apologize, but Julia turns around - and gets DECAPITATED by Saya! A pump kick cleans Julia’s clock, and Saya quickly picks her up, and plants her with the Star Crusher! Julia’s stacked up deep!

1… 2… 3!

“Here is your winner, Saya Kamitani!”

Well, with a huge assist to the House of Black, Saya Kamitani emerges victorious! Fletcher and Eric Taylor slide into the ring, picking up Saya’s hands. Meanwhile, Devitt grabs Julia and helps her out of the ring. He and Malakai lock eyes for a moment, before Malakai looks away, and he helps carry Julia to the back. Things are getting tense in the House of Black, but our show must roll on.

[magicmalcolm]

@earthtwojess​ replied to your post “I hate the fact that Sami is still Heel but have to also admit he’s...”

Hey malcolm did you know finn and sami had a match together last night? (Aka as me realizing i didnt even think to tell you good job me)

Better late than never!

@devil-devitt replied to your post “Wait, hang on…why is Sami wearing a pair of Chris Jericho’s tights?”

I like the neon blue rings on the knee but I don't like the knock-off Breakfast Club silhouette on the other leg. it's not very Sami. imo.

Between the new tights and jacket and the two promos across RAW and SmackDown it very much feels like somebody hit the factory reset button on Sami and reinstalled him with faulty hardware.  Alternatively, it’s like OG Star Trek Alternative Universe Sami, but instead of having an EFIL GOATEE he got a EFIL BUZZCUT instead.

@titaniumkitten replied to your photo “I don’t know where they are or what they might be doing now, but I can...”

*hugs* I'm sorry for your loss

@inkfishes​ replied to your photo “I don’t know where they are or what they might be doing now, but I can...”

❤️ love you, buddy

Thank you, it’s still really raw and I’m not quite ready to elaborate...but I kinda feel like I don’t know what I should be doing anymore?  This huge part of my life is just gone and everything’s so...silent.  I probably could do with ranting a bit but I think I’m doing okay.  So far.

[devittprinces]

hey boopie. i'm messaging you right now but it would be weird to randomly bust out a bunch of this crap in the messenger thing. just a few reminders and a thank you. reminders: you should smile every day like you make so many others smile. you are so extremely loved in your community. everyone who gets to interact with you irl is so super lucky and if they don't know it, I do. and a thank you: as you know, i'm working on a project that wouldn't exist without your influence & help. thank you. c:

mel...this is...so sweet and unexpected??

thank you? im so so happy to talk to you and i love exchanging ideas and headcanons and like...talking about tattoos and music and whatnot. im gonna try to keep these reminders in mind especially when i have a low day.

i love you, truly 💖 💖 💖

[balorsource]

finnbalor: With the amazing Michaylah of @wavesforchange , who through her amazing hard work in the community & inspiring story was awarded the #wweheroaward @sonyadevillewwe

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

**slaps money on counter** I need more Judgement Day content please. Maybe SOEMTHING kinky??

It’s been a while since I wrote anything with these gorgeous, wicked devils so here it is 💋

P.S. HEAVILY UNEDITED

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The pastel pink and white clothes were definitely a silent statement that you belonged anywhere but here. The bar was crowded, and loud conversations could be heard from across the street. The motorcycles made a line at the bar’s sidewalk, precluding any passerby to walk through.

Taking one last breath - to gather up the currently lacking courage - you pushed the door open to reveal the inside of the old bar, filled with too many people wearing a combination of black and leather. Carefully making your way in, your eyes spotted the young man behind the bar counter. The name “Dominik” was sewed in bold letters at the back of his vest, his kind face and wide smile made him the least threatening among the crowd.

“Excuse me? Sir?” Your perfectly manicured fingers waved in his direction “Hello? Yes, hi” A welcoming smile was plastered on your lips the minute his eyes found you “How are you?”. He continued to stare at you with curious eyes without a proper answer to your previous question. “Silence treatment then, ok…Ummm, I’m looking for someone named Bálor?”

His brows furrowed at the name, as if he didn’t quite understand what you mean.

“Wait! Not Bálor. No, that’s not the name…Gosh, what’s his name again?” Your fingers twirled around a soft strand of your hair in an attempt to remember the man’s name. “Uh! Fergal! Wait, no…Finn! Yes, that’s the name! Finn…Well, Finn, Fergal, Bálor..they’re all the same, right?” An uncomfortable giggle left your lips “I mean, Irish people, what do we know, yeah?”

The young man kept staring at you, but this time, a subtle amused smile roamed his lips. He pointed with his chin towards a corner of the bar before turning around again.

“Am I supposed to find him alone? Hello?”. When only silence answered you back, you decided to say fuck it and squeeze your way through hundreds of leather vests towards the way Dominik indicated.

Three pairs of eyes easily spotted you among the crowd. I mean, how could they not? You were dressed in pastel pink for Christ’s sake! You stood out like a bleeding animal in the midst of a pack of lions.

“She’s a cute little thing, isn’t she?” Rhea chuckled, as she watched you struggle to walk through the crowd without touching them.

“We could have lots of fun with her” Damian spoke, already imagining you tied up in their dungeon.

“Yes, but we’ll have to take it slow” Finn’s blue eyes followed your every step, his mind raced with the thought of caressing every curve of your body “She’s a valuable prize, it was difficult to bring her here and if we want this to go how we planned, we’ll have to take our time. She’s naïve, yes. But she’s not dumb, so we’ll keep it cool for now and when the time’s right, we’ll play with her”. As soon as he finished his sentence you stopped in front of their table.

“Good Lord, people. Careful!” You mumbled before looking at the trio in front of you “Mr. Devitt?”

“Yes, sunshine” Finn’s grin looked warm and inviting to your eyes, when in reality they held a mischief you were yet unfamiliar with. “I’m so happy you could make it! Come take a sit” He patted his thigh as Damian and Rhea just smiled widely at his statement.

[wrestlinghasmelike-blog]

Monday Night Raw Review: April 2nd, 2018- First Half

Hey guys! It’s the Monday before Mania, and everyone is getting hyped! I know I’m feeling the Mania excitement now. It’s going to be a very packed show on Sunday for sure, but for now, we have to wait for Mania and watch a week full of wrestling. What. A. Buuummmerrrr. 

Please let me know what your thoughts on the show were, your predictions for Mania, and what you thought of this review! Any type of feedback is welcomed.

Opening: Kurt Angle/Ronda Rousey and Stephanie McMahon/Triple H

The match for Sunday between these two teams is set. In a way, this still doesn’t sound real to me. When I think of Rousey, I still think of her career in the UFC. Not to say that this is a publicity stunt, but it just feels like that I guess. 

I also loved having Coachman be the announcer for this because I just love him.

Also, the fucking crowd was nuts tonight. It’s good to have a really hyped crowd going into Mania.

Triple H must’ve recently shaved his head because oooh boy is it shiny. Like it’s really shiny. It does not match the rest of his face.

Stephanie is taking all the heat tonight. She really knows how to hype the crowd and immediately bring them down. It’s great.

I think this was a really good segment to continue the build-up for this match. I don’t know how much interest I have in this match? I’m more interested in seeing Triple H wrestle again, but who knows how long Kurt can last in the ring anymore? I know he’s been in a few matches since his return, but can he still go at Mania?

Bayley vs. Sonya Deville

 Hey wow, another match we’ve been seeing forever...

I think the announcement we’re all kind of waiting for is the one to make Sasha vs. Bayley at Mania official. At this point, I don’t think it’ll be announced. The show is already super packed, and a match between these two needs the time it deserves. I think with the women’s battle royal, they’ll have Sasha and Bayley be the last ones standing, and from that, the rivalry will continue.

Sonya is fast to take control of the match with some swift kicks to Bayley’s legs in the beginning moments of the match. I do love seeing Sonya evolve every week. She’s slowly turning into one of my favorite wrestlers right now. She’s been so impressive lately, and I kinda hope she takes the trophy on Sunday.

The match continues at a more technical pace. I think Bayley prefers a slower pace in her matches against Sonya, which I don’t think works in her favor since Sonya comes from an MMA background. Sonya knocks Bayley down after escaping her hold and takes back control of the match. 

Bayley is trying to turn things around, but Sonya battles back with an awesome Spinebuster. The Spinebuster is one of my favorite moves, actually, and Sonya executes it well.

Bayley has finally picked herself back up and is fighting back against Deville. Goes for the cross body and a knee to the face, then Bayley tries a pin put Sonya kicks out at two. A small pinning sequence and Bayley comes out on top, but not without an attack from Absolution. 

The crowd starts to go nuts as Sasha comes down to the ring to save her friend, but of course they end up turning on each other. Will this turn into a singles match?

Finn Balor vs. Seth Rollins

I kind of thought this would be the main event? I’m kind of shocked it’s not honestly. These two have put on so many good matches in recent weeks which is why I’m so surprised this isn’t the main event.

Oh boy, both of these boys look good tonight. With triple threat matches, it’s always hard to predict a winner. I really hope it’s Finn, but I also hope it’s Seth, but I’d also be okay with Miz. That match is gonna be an emotional one for me for sure.

All three of these men are at the top of their games right now. Seth looks better than ever right now, Finn is in a title picture, and the Miz just celebrated the birth of his baby! It’s going to be a great match on Sunday with these three.

The match is intense from the start. There’s some great choreo with it, including all of the arm drags from Finn and the somersaults from Seth. These guys have fantastic chemistry in the ring, and it’s proven week after week that when these guys put on a clinic, you don’t want to miss it. 

The intensity of this match is insane and I’m loving it. Both of these men are proving tonight that they can hang with the best. It’s hard to look away from this action because of how exciting it is. This is already my match of the night, this is great!

Having Miz on commentary during this match is also great. I think when he retires he should do commentary.

This match continues to get more and more exciting! There have been missed frog splashes, superplexes, and knees to the face! This has been such a show tonight!

Seth almost buckle bombed Finn into the barricade like he did at Summerslam two years ago and I screamed at my tv. Thank god Finn got out of it.

After a really intense match, Rollins pulled out the curb stomp and got the victory. If this is just a preview of what Sunday has in store for us, I can’t wait to see this title match. Go Finn!

That’s gonna do it for the first half! It’s been a really good show so far in my opinion, and I can’t wait for the next half to see what’s up. 

Stay tuned!

Casey

[allgoldenelite]

idk if this makes any sense, but.

so recently, i've seen the following interpretation floating around: whenever kenny talks about don being family in his promo and stuff, and whenever he makes it clear that BCC crossed a line now because they hurt somebody who can never reasonably consent to what the elite is used to, he is in reality not talking about don at all, or at least, the work is commenting on kenny lying or using don as a sort of mental scapegoat for the people he actually cares about [insert names here, in this case from most people i have seen it being hangman], because this is juxtaposed with kenny accepting the screwdriver from matt (who says "for hangman?").

and it made me think.

because a) there's precedent for this: especially as a heel (right now i'd say the elite are in the process of being faces again), kenny has a tendency to avoid (especially the names of) people close to him, or transpose the pain or caring he associates with those people onto something else (championships, matches, other responsibilities). everyone remembers "AJ styles, prince devitt, and who?" but there are a couple of other examples. notably, as the collector, he put so much emphasis on him and don; it was always "me and don, we are family", "don this, don that", instead of mentioning or talking what was really going on (his tensions with the bucks). later this would even spill onto other characters (saying that him and the good brothers make a really good trio/team, which is just explicit enough to pass as commentary on kenny's avoidance of the bucks at that point).

and b) i feel almost like if this were another medium, like a theater play or a book, there could very reasonably be a twist that don isn't real. that his existence is a product of kenny's psyche as he tries to avoid confronting reality (sort of like some apparitions in silent hill). that by focusing so much on don, it's easier for kenny to blend out the things that would cause him to otherwise shatter into a million pieces. he always styled himself as an "unstoppable android", and a machine needs a version of reality parsed through its OS that allows it to march on in spite of how frightening the actual happenings behind the veneer of said OS are. in a way, it could be said that don is kenny's OS rn. don is still his own person who does things kenny wouldn't do or doesn't do things he would do, but it would imo fit with kenny's arcs that often thematically feature isolation and self-hatred, to "invent" a companion who has totally always been your bestest buddy since you were 6 years old and played the invisible strings to help you be where you are now.

don entered the stage as a true character in the elite's story around the jericho feud back in new japan, but it wasn't until the collector that he was heavily cemented by kenny as an important existence, someone whom he had secretly plotted with "for years" in order to orchestrate his belt-hunting run (among other things), and by then he began interacting with other characters in way that deviated from our then current understanding of kenny's morals and ideas, despite how close the two claimed to be. i've written before about how to me, the collector is a paradoxical being and the final manifestation of all the ugly and dark parts inside kenny that he couldn't exorcise, "much, much worse" than the cleaner could ever be. think if the cleaner is a juvenile street thug, the collector is the boss in his penthouse making a fortune off of people's suffering.

but, it's important to remember that kenny isn't fundamentally evil. he has gone on record in character to state that it was his own fear of confronting his darker feelings about ibushi that pushed him towards joining bullet club and turning into the "pitch-black devil" he became. heartbreak makes a villain, etc. it's not that boilerplate simple, humans are complicated beings even (especially) in wrestling, and that is also true for kenny's story in AEW, which started to take a turn for the worse as soon as he started tagging with hangman. the collector is paradoxical because he both wants to and doesn't want to exist, because he thinks the things he's doing are necessary and cruel at the same time, because he desires what he fears and fears what he desires (finding true fulfillment in tagging, hangman becoming champion, corrupting the bucks, the list goes on). it would make sense to me if such a being required a mental shield to focus on and withstand the pressure of the two sides of the paradox constantly pulling at your psyche, threatening to destroy it. as it fits within his own machinations, don is the perfect candidate for that.

now, this isn't to say i think kenny is going to turn heel again because there is an increased emphasis on him and don "being family" again. it's just a piece of the text that i find interesting to analyze. even if kenny doesn't turn, in order to inflict upon BCC the brutality that they inflict on people you care about, you have to go to some pretty dark places. and every time kenny does go to such places, the past has shown that he pushes others away so that his true feelings—kindness, compassion, an arrogance that's more a beautiful sibling of pride than an ugly child of hurt—do not get in the way. it just depends on how he emerges on the other side once said brutality is inflicted.

either way, i have to imagine that under normal circumstances, when/if (?) the thing happens that finally tips the bucket over and causes kenny to shake off all that hair dye from 6 years ago and see don for the fucked up manipulator of himself and his friends that he is, it's going to deal a pretty heavy blow to him. it's not too dissimilar to an abusive relationship: from the outside it's so easy to see and go "oh this guy is a grade a asshole, they need to dump him already", but when you're in it, it's everything but easy.

i say normal circumstances because i have a feeling that the way this is actually going to be resolved in the work is going to involve some kind of hook that if not fully, at least partially avoids such shattering of the mind. that could be a number of things: the "betrayal" (really that's been going on for years, but see above) being so brutal and surprising that kenny's mind snaps right from heartbroken into justified, or the situation involving a bright light that makes it much easier to bear. i'll leave it up to you to decide who or what that's gonna be.

thanks for coming to my ted talk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[devittprinces]

you know what? i’m gonna say it...i really really love you and you are an amazing person!!

thank you for having my back always 💓

i’m already really emotionally tense tonight and if anyone wants to start shit with @devittprinces i am literally inviting them into my house for a nice educational discussion where we hear each other out and hopefully both leave better but if not, i’ll just drop kick y’alls ignorant heads off alright cool

[mayhemproduces]

The House of Black (c) vs Syn & Abigail- MPW World Tag Team Championships

A match we’ve all seen before, this time with a fresh coat of paint, and much, much different set of circumstances than the first handful of times, once again the MPW World Tag Team Titles are on the line in a match between the teams of Malakai Black & Prince Devitt, and Syn & Sister Abigail. However, for the first time in this rivalry, that spanned much of the end of the last year and the beginning of this year, Syn & Abigail walk into this match as the challengers. There’s also a noticeable lack of the venom we saw spat between these two teams over the past year. In a sense, the Devil’s Trick pulled these two teams to the same side here in MPW- but that doesn’t mean this is going to be any less intense than any of the previous times. At the end of the day, these are still some of the most fierce competitors in MPW, and there’s gold on the line. Friendships end when that bell rings, and said bell is set to ring momentarily. 

The belts are presented to both champions and challengers, as Syn and Malakai Black are set to start us off tonight, referee Jake Clemons on the call for this one. Clemons calls for the bell, and we’re underway! Syn and Black circle each other, with Syn bouncing himself off the ropes, testing them as they continued to circle one another. That is, until Syn just apparently decided to go for it, launching himself at Malakai Black, looking for a spear, which Malakai manages to dodge, rolling away from, and then as Syn scrambles to recover, quickly trapping Syn in a front facelock. Syn is quick to roll out of it and get up to his feet, just to get caught with a kick to the midsection from Malakai Black. Syn stumbles back into the corner, and Black tries to follow up his attack with another, only for Syn to catch Malakai with a headbutt, surprising him and causing Malakai to stumble backwards. Syn followed it up by nailing Malakai with a couple of stiff chops to the chest, backing Malakai up, before whipping Malakai into the corner, trying to follow it up with a Stinger Splash, but Malakai gets his foot up and catches Syn with a boot, sending Syn stumbling backwards. Malakai charges him, and Syn tries to take a swing with a clothesline, but Malakai ducks and springboards off the ropes, back into a moonsault, which Syn dodges, and Malakai lands on his feet, dropping into a cross-legged seat on the mat. These two men were locked in a stalemate for the time being, as Malakai continued to sit on the mat, staring at Syn, as Syn stared back at him. Syn began to circle the man, who didn’t make a move or even turn around, rather, bowing his head as he continued to sit, almost like he was giving himself up to it. Syn shrugged and signaled to Abby, who tossed a chair into the ring to Syn, who caught it, winded up, and drilled Malakai Black in the back with the chair! The sickening slap of steel on flesh echoed throughout the building, as Malakai Black got out of the ring and clutched at his back in agony! “None of that nonchalant shit tonight.” Syn calls to Malakai, as Prince can be seen putting his head in his hands on the apron, even he questioning if it was a good idea to taunt Syn like that.

Syn set the chair up near the ropes, and started leading the crowd in a clap, before running, hitting the ropes, and using the chair to springboard himself over the ropes and down onto Malakai Black with a Tope Con Hilo! Syn sticks the landing and gets up, high fiving a couple of fans in the front row, but as he turns to the side, he gets dropped on the outside by a Slingblade from Prince Devitt! Syn’s head bounces off the concrete on the outside, and as he clutches the back of his neck, Abigail charges at Devitt, launching into a big boot, which Devitt sidesteps, popping Abigail with a forearm, before climbing up onto the apron. Devitt charges in, looking for a penalty kick, but Abigail catches the leg, and throws it backward, trying to trip Devitt up, but Devitt cartwheels through, and down to the floor. Devitt sticks it, but he’s quickly nailed with a big roundhouse kick from Abigail, nearly taking his head off! The House of Black decided to show off a little bit here early in this one tonight, and so far it’s costed them, against a much more focused group of challengers! 

Abigail throws Devitt back into the ring, and as Devitt tries to use the corner to pull himself up, Abigail is right back on top of him, charging him in the corner for a body splash, before turning to hit the ropes, and as Devitt stumbles out of the corner, Abigail LEVELS him with a big boot! Devitt’s head snaps back as he hits the mat, and Abigail hits the ropes again, before crushing Devitt underneath a HUGE Senton! Abigail is not a small woman, and her entire body weight just crashed down on Devitt’s lungs! That’s a good way to knock the wind out of anybody! Abigail into the cover, to win the belts!

1….2… Kickout!

Prince Devitt stays alive for the time being. Syn back on the apron now, Abigail picks Devitt up, and drags him over to their corner, tagging Syn, and holding Devitt against the corner, allowing Syn to connect with a boot right to the sternum. Abigail and Syn held those tag team titles for six months straight when they did reign, and on top of that, they’re two of the most accomplished tag team wrestlers on the roster, with a total combined 5 MPW World Tag Team Title reigns between the both of them. They were experts at cutting off the ring and isolating their opponents, and it looks like that would be the game plan going forward with the smaller competitor, Prince Devitt, in the ring with them. Syn catches Devitt with a chop to the chest, but all it does is seem to wake Devitt up a bit, as he fires back with a right hand. Syn answers back with another chop, before turning and hitting the ropes, looking to charge back at Devitt, but Devitt sends Syn up and over the ropes at the last moment! Syn lands on the apron, and Abigail tries to grab Devitt, but Devitt swats her hands away, and grabs both of them by the heads, knocking the challengers heads into one another! Syn and Abigail both fall from the apron, dazed, and Devitt turns to hit the ropes, looking for a dive, but Syn caught Devitt in mid-air and deposited him onto the ringside announce table! Devitt was dumped right into the laps of Excalibur & Lenny!

Syn took a moment to collect himself, but he didn’t get much of a chance to, as Devitt didn’t stay down long! Devitt used the announce table as a launching pad to dive onto Syn, knocking the One Man Militia to the floor! Devitt rolled off of Syn, and grabbed him by the hair, tossing him face first into the steel guardrail, and using hit foot to press Syn’s face into the metal bars! Syn cried out in agony, and Devitt finally let up a few seconds later. He grabbed Syn by the hair again, bouncing Syn’s face off the ring post, allowing Syn to crumble in a heap down to the floor. Devitt lifted Syn up again and repeated the ring post head smash, before tossing Syn back in the ring. 

A trickle of blood ran down from Syn’s forehead, indicating that he’d been busted open by the ring post. It wouldn’t be an MPW championship match without a lil blood, especially one like this, between two teams that know each other so well, and have such a deep history. Devitt grabbed Syn by the hair again and placed Syn’s throat across the rope, before holding him there and choking him. Referee Jake Clemons demanded Devitt get off of Syn, and It wasn’t until the count of four that Devitt released him. Syn crawled to the corner in order to escape, but Devitt followed him, and used his foot to choke Syn in the corner as well. Jake once again demanded Devitt get off Syn, but Devitt, once again, took until a four count to do just that. Devitt even went so far as push the ref to get him to back off. It’s obvious that this isn’t just a match to Devitt, maybe some of those previous losses against Syn and Abigail getting to Devitt here!

Devitt went back at Syn, but Syn caught him with a drop toe hold, sending Devitt face first into the turnbuckle. Syn quickly got up to his feet, as Devitt lay with his face against the turnbuckle, hitting the opposite set of turnbuckles and bouncing off them for momentum, before charging back at Devitt, and crashing into him full speed with a Stinger Splash! Syn then pulled Devitt by the back of the trunks out of the corner, and lifted him up into an electric chair, before quickly switching him around, and driving Devitt into the mat with a sitout powerbomb! Syn went for the first cover!

1….2… Kickout!

Devitt out at two once again. Syn pulls himself up to a knee, and wipes some of the blood from his forehead, before dragging Devitt back toward his teams corner, and making the tag to Abigail. Abigail and Syn both drag Devitt out of the corner, before Abigail traps Devitt by the wrist, and spins him out, right into a leaping knee from Syn, Devitt’s head snapping back, before Abigail drives Devitt down with a spinebuster!

Abigail floats over into the cover!

1…2… Broken up!

Malakai Black gets into the ring and puts a boot to the back of Abigail’s head to break the pin up! Syn takes a swing at Malakai, but Malakai ducks and shoves Syn into the ropes, before nearly taking Syn’s head off with a Bicycle knee! Syn staggers and has to sit against the ropes as Abigail gets back up, and nails Malakai with a couple of stiff forearm shots, putting Malakai into a daze, before Abigail turns to Syn, calling for the Palerunner. Abigail hooks Malakai, as Syn hits the ropes, but as Abigail spins Malakai out, Malakai actually managed to duck the Famemaker, and send Abigail right into Syn’s spear! Syn gets up after the devastating miscommunication, just to get knocked through the ropes by a BIG Shotgun Dropkick from Devitt! Syn hits the floor on the outside hard, as Malakai and Devitt grab Abigail, Devitt hooking her and lifting her up, as Malakai nails the roundhouse kick, and Devitt drops Abigail onto her head with a 1916! Cover, to retain the titles!

1….2… KICKOUT!

Abigail gets the shoulder up! Devitt and Malakai try to work quick, looking for something else to keep Abigail down, as they both pick the White Reaper back up, and drag her over to the corner, and lift her up onto the top rope. Malakai and Devitt both climb up to the top, and hook her looking for a double superplex, but as they struggle to lift Abigail, Syn comes sliding back in the ring, and gets underneath both men! Now everybody is going whether they like it or not, as Devitt and Malakai lift Abigail for the Superplex, as Syn drives them both down to the mat with an inverted double powerbomb, Tower of Doom sends everybody crashing to the mat! 

Syn’s the lone man up at this point, falling back into the corner, watching as Devitt is the first man to stir, watching him get up, before Syn cuts him in half with a spear! Syn drops Devitt, and then gets back up to his feet, grabbing Malakai. As he does, he signals for Abby to go up top, and she does, trying to shake off being the top part of the Tower of Doom as she climbs. Syn picks Malakai up into a fireman’s carry, as Abigail lets her feet, and crashes down onto Malakai’s back with a double stomp, before Syn drives Malakai into the corner turnbuckles with a Death Valley Driver! Syn leaves Malakai upside down in the corner, and grabs Devitt, throwing him on top, as Abigail rolls out of the ring, and grabs a chair! Abigail rolls back into the ring, and holds the chair in front of both Malakai and Devitt, as Syn goes up top! Syn and Abigail looking to end this, as Syn leaps off the ropes, and crashes down on both men with a Front Flip Van Terminator, sending the chair into both men’s heads! Syn rolls Devitt out of the way, as he drags Malakai out of the corner, and covers him, to win the titles!

1…..2….- 

Apparently Devitt had JUST ENOUGH wherewithal and awareness left, rolling over just in time to actually catch the referee’s hand as it was coming down for a three, stopping him from finishing the count! Devitt saves the match for his team! Holy shit!

Syn gets up, looking confused about why the count wasn’t finished, just to see that. Syn and Abigail share a quick look with each other, before just electing to grab Devitt, both of them hooking an arm, and then CRUSHING Devitt with Beyond the Black Wall! Double knees, right to the head! Devitt crumbles, and Syn wipes his hands of it, signaling that this match is over, as he and Abigail roll Devitt over, looking to finish this match off, to win the titles!

1….2… Broken up!

This time Malakai manages to turn over just in time, to pop Syn with a right hand, breaking up the pin! Syn and Abigail get back up and share a look with each other, huffing in frustration. After that last combination of moves, they surely though the MPW World Tag Team Titles would be coming home with them, but Malakai and Devitt persist. Syn and Abigail both roll out of the ring, and start digging around under the ring, looking for something to finish this one off. Syn and Abby grab a door, and two chairs, and slide those into the ring. 

Syn and Abby make a makeshift table with the door and the two chairs, setting everything up, before they grab Malakai, looking to end this, looking to set Malakai up for Farewell, Mona Lisa. As they start to drag Malakai back to his feet, and try to set him up, suddenly, Devitt charges in, and catches Syn with an Enziguri to the back of the head! Syn is stunned, and lets go, and Abigail throws Malakai off to the side, and tries to charge Devitt, looking for Psychosis, but Devitt ducks, and Abigail nails Syn instead! Syn gets knocked for a loop, as he falls between the ropes, and out to the outside of the ring! Abigail looks like she wants to check on him at first, but we’re in the heat of battle here, and there isn’t time! After a brief hesitation, Abigail turns to charge Devitt, just to be taken down by a Slingblade! Abigail gets back to her feet relatively quickly, but as she does, she’s immediately put back down by The End from Malakai Black! The kick knocks Abigail onto the door, and Prince Devitt is already climbing up to the top! Devitt measures, before leaping off, and putting Abigail through the door with a Coup De Grace! Malakai and Devitt both pile on top for the cover!

1….2….3!

“Here are your winners, and STILL MPW World Tag Team Champions, The House of Black!” 

The House retain here tonight, after an absolute WAR against their old rivals!

[magicmalcolm]

Happy Birthday to @devil-devitt

Wishing you all the bestest stuff and things for this most important of days.

[devittprinces]

you’re one of my most precious... people... on the earth tbh?

i am the embodiment of the heart eyes emoji in this very moment……

and like…right back at you, just to be clear

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

The Guardian’s Oath, Part Eleven

So we ended the last part with the Demon Balor doing a three count... What did that mean? Well, there’s a little insight provided in this next chapter... Of course, if you don’t know what I’m talking about there, you can go back and read the previous chapters, all of which are linked in the Master List. 

Pairing: Feargal Devitt/ Finn Balor x OFC

Word count: 3,027

Content advisory: Nothing in particular; It’s a horror story that involves demons (well, a demon) and there are some discussions on the subject of childbearing that might be uncomfortable but that’s it. 

It was several weeks after I discovered the baby blanket and robe that I finally decided to confront Feargal about them. I had determined that I would say nothing apart from that I had found them in the cedar chest. I was not going to mention Sophia’s invocation of the name “Colin”. I was not going to say that Kate had told me the story of Sophia’s prior obsession with a younger brother of that name. I was certainly not going to mention any part of what Susan had heard from her aunt or the villagers. I was simply going to state the facts as I would have interpreted them without any information from others. 

“My love,” I began quietly when we were retired to our room for the night, “I found these when I was making space in the cedar chest. I know that you told me that there was nothing that you wished to keep there but these looked like they might have some sentimental meaning and so I thought that I would check with you.”

My hands shook as I held the pieces out to him, scanning his face to read his reaction. If he had ever seen these objects before, there was no evidence of it. He took the fabric from me with no more than mild curiosity and it wasn’t until he started to unfold them that there was any change in his expression. When he saw the embroidery, his hand moved over his heart, still clutching at the fabric, and I was afraid that his heart might give out. 

“I’m so sorry, sir, have I done something wrong?”

He took a few deep breaths before he gave me a pained smile. “I do hope that eventually you will entirely stop calling me sir.”

I smiled and blushed a little. 

“You’ve done nothing wrong at all, Helen and I’m sorry that my reaction alarmed you.” He took my hand in his and fixed me with his boundless, clear eyes. “Just before my former wife died, she thought that she was pregnant again. Based on the signs and her experience, she was certain that it was another boy. We planned to name the baby Colin, after my father.

“But as time wore on, things became confused. She became obsessed with the child she was carrying, one day believing that it was some kind of monster and the next that everyone was conspiring to do her and the baby some kind of harm. Again, I meant to have a doctor evaluate her but then…”

His shoulders slumped and his gaze fell to the floor. “In the end, I don’t even know if she wasn’t making the whole thing up. The child could have been one more delusion. But she died before I knew for certain.”

“Feargal, I am so sorry. I am sorry that you had to go through such things and I am sorry that I inadvertently made you think of them again.”

“I found out after Sarah was gone that she’d been talking to Sophia about the new brother she could expect. For months, Sophia seemed to have this idea that both her mother and the baby were out there, that they would come back.”

I wrapped my arms around him, unable to think of anything else I could do, and held him against my body, as close as possible. He responded, pressing me flat against him and burying his face in my neck. I thought I felt him shed a couple of tears but after a minute or two, his lips twitched and I could feel a slight smile form on them. 

“How God must smile on me to have sent you here,” he murmured, lifting his head so that his lips grazed my ear when he spoke. “A woman to whom I can speak about my darkest times and whose beauty reminds me of the fact that darkness passes into light.”

I gasped at the compliment. “Oh, my love, I cannot hope to thank you enough for saying that.”

He held my face in his hands and kissed me, lips soft and pliant and yet somehow demanding. 

“There is nothing I would keep from you,” he whispered, “but if I can ask you for this one favor, I would like this to be the only time we discuss this story. Get rid of the blanket and the robe, please. I would honestly feel better without them in the house, in our house.”

I nodded and laughed a little as he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, to our bed. 

*

I kept my promise never to mention the subject of “Colin” again with my husband. Likewise, I never mentioned it with Kate and Susan or with Sophia. But that was not to say that I did not think of it. I fretted over whether my predecessor had told the truth. I fretted over how Sophia might have perceived the stories told to her by an unreliable mother. I fretted over what had transpired in the village between Susan’s Aunt Anne and Sarah Devitt. When I tried to rest, I found myself trapped, wondering what my beloved husband knew and did not know and wondering if and how my demon lover fit into the story. 

I tried not to let my worrying distract me from the beauty of my life. I had scarcely dared imagine that I could have a husband that I loved so much, that I could be mistress of such a fine home, or that I could feel as loved and wanted as I did. Everything else, I told myself, was my imagination, something conjured by the Devil to entrap me. 

When Feargal was at home, it was easy to ignore the darkness; we would spend time together with the children and when we would retire to our room, we would make love that was tender, romantic, and like a fantasy. 

When Feargal was on the road, Balor would come. He paced his visitations so that I could never be sure when he would arrive or what he would expect from me. He would never simply allow me to participate passively. He wanted me active in our encounters, whether it was by servicing him or by becoming so excited that I would aggressively seek my own climax. He seemed as aroused by my reluctance as my excitement, which made both feel shameful to me. 

My body felt worn down as the winter wore on. I slept too little because of my dark visitor and I was always flinching from the invisible welts and cuts he left over my body. It remained cold weeks longer than usual and the coast was frequently locked in a frozen fog that made it seem even drearier. I bore up as well as I could but I felt myself growing sickly, my body like some kind of sack I was forced to drag everywhere, but also like something that was angry at me, taking out that anger by inflicting pains whatever I did. 

Kate and Susan noticed what I was going through and did what they could to help me. Susan would take the children on her walks to the market so that I could stay indoors on days when I felt weak. Kate was always coming up with excuses for me to sit near the fire in the kitchen, the warmest place in the house. 

“You’re not sick, are you?” William fretted as he showed me some stones he’d picked up on his walk with Susan. 

“No, I’ll be fine soon enough. This is my first winter by the ocean, that’s all.”

Sophia took her coat and her brother’s to put them away and he skipped off to show his new rocks to Kate.

“If you’ll pardon me for saying so, ma’am,” Susan told me once the children were out of earshot, “I don’t think it’s the ocean that’s making you sick. I think you’re in the family way.”

I was a little shocked at her impertinence but I was more astonished that this hadn’t thought of this myself. I wasn’t terribly well-informed about the signs of pregnancy but when I reflected on it, I realized that there was a very good chance Susan was right. 

“My sister Ellen had three and she was always bad at the beginning. She was so sick at first with her youngest that the doctors thought there was a problem with it but they were both fine.”

I bit my lip, trying to imagine what it would be like to go through months of this. Seeing my concern, the girl continued. 

“And she wasn’t sick the whole time, either. Just the first bit. All her children came out healthy.”

“I hadn’t thought about it. We haven't talked about having another child, the Reverend and me.”

“It’s not the talking that does the job,” she quipped.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little at her joke, however coarse it was. She was right. Feargal and I had done what was necessary to conceive a child many times, even if we had never discussed it as a possibility. Did that mean he would want a child with me?

Susan leaned closer and whispered, “Has it been long since you’ve bled?”

I nodded dumbly. “Longer than usual, definitely.”

She nodded and was about to speak again when the children came back into the room. I turned my attention to them and Susan left us. As I read with them and helped them with their piano practice, I tried to imagine what it would be like to make such a thing, to have one of them grow in my body and emerge as its own soul. I thought about how such a child might look, a mix of my features and Feargal’s. And at the same time, I fought back the far worse possibility, that I was pregnant with something terrible, some monster that Balor had put into me. Surely, that couldn’t happen? But if I accepted that I had had communion with some sort of demon, why couldn’t it be true? Hadn’t I engaged in the same acts with him? 

Once Susan had put the idea in my head, it was all I could think about. I had no idea if I should tell Feargal right away or wait until I was certain. Then again, I didn’t know how long it would take for me to be absolutely certain. During the days, I was able to distract myself by spending time with the children and attending to matters of the house, but at night I lay frightened in my bed, wondering what was happening inside my body. 

After three or four nights of this, it was almost a relief when I saw Balor crawl out of the shadows and onto the bed. I sast up but he immediately pushed me back down, pinning my shoulders against the bed until he was sure I would remain still. He gave a little smile that was somehow more disturbing than his usual sneer and ran his hands down my body, roughly grabbing and pinching at my breasts and finally fanning them out over my stomach. As he did, I felt something like a spark, like a candle being lit deep inside me. 

“You can feel it now, can’t you?” he hissed. 

“Get your hands off me. It’s mine, mine and Feargal’s. You’ve had your favor repaid.”

“Is that what you think, my dear? You think that this is only about you repaying a small debt? Oh no. The third one is mine and I will not be cheated again.”

“The third one? What? And how can you say I’ve cheated you?”

He cocked his head slightly, waiting for me to catch up with his meaning. As the truth dawned on me, I wished only to go back to my state of ignorance. 

“You mean the third child is yours. His third child. You intend to take it from me!”

He nodded slowly. “Yes. I do and I will.”

“And if I try to stop you?”

“I hadn’t decided, but I was thinking I might take you to live with me as well,” he chuckled. “No need for more unpleasantness.”

“Unpleasantness?”

He kissed me gently, easing our lips together in a way that was more romantic than carnal, and for a moment it felt like I was embracing my beloved husband. As the kiss continued, I felt the air leaving my body and at the same time, I couldn’t force any back in. I struggled a little in his hold, growing frantic as I felt like I was suffocating or drowning until it was like something broke inside me, like I no longer needed to breathe, but that my body could simply draw what it needed with no action on my part. 

Balor pulled away slightly and I opened my eyes. We were no longer in my bed but in an ancient, overgrown forest, the tall trees eclipsing the sky above us. Looking back at me was not the seal-skinned demon but Feargal, pale and beautiful and otherworldly, exactly as he had seemed to me when I had first met him. As I stared at his face, however, I was increasingly troubled that something seemed off about him. The longer I looked, the more it became obvious that Feargal’s face was some kind of mask or disguise and as I struggled to comprehend what I was seeing, I realized that we were actually underwater, that the forest was submerged in the ocean. 

I opened my lips to scream and felt the briny water rush in, but then I was once again back in my bed, the Demon Balor perched over me with an inscrutable expression. 

“What did you mean when you said ‘more’ unpleasantness? And why did you say you wouldn’t be cheated again?” I mumbled, trying to get my bearings. 

The Demon wrinkled his nose and shot a derisive expression to the sky. “She cheated me of what was mine.”

“Colin,” I choked. 

“Mine. The third one was always to be mine.”

“But she wouldn’t let you have him.” I sat up, feeling like I was seeing something clearly for the first time. “She went to the village woman to get something to get rid of the baby. Then when that didn’t work, she ran away and drowned herself and the child she was carrying.”

He flashed his fangs at me and leapt back onto my chest, pinning my body between his thighs. A stream of hisses and snarls escaped him and small beads of spittle dropped from his lips to mine. 

I recoiled and a few tears escaped but I persisted with what I now felt was the truth. “She found a way to protect her son. But what did she owe you?”

“Silly girl. She never owed me anything. She never knew me. You’ve embraced me. You’ve given yourself over to me. You don’t have that pious reluctance in you because you know you’re ruined.”

“Get the hell out of here!” I cried at him, marveling that the sound of my voice when he was near never woke the others in the house. “I won’t let you take this child! I would let you hurt us! I pray I never see you again and if I do I shall make certain to send you back to Hell forever.”

Grinning, he withdrew from the bed and back into the shadows. 

“Soon enough,” he rasped in parting. “We shall meet again soon enough.”

*

When Feargal made it home at the end of his travels that week, he was shocked to find me awake and fully dressed, waiting for him with a pot of tea. 

“My love, you look distraught. Has something happened?”

I hardly knew where to begin but knowing his preference for the practical, I chose to start there. 

“The Church has been promising since before we were married that they would find someone to take on some of the work you’ve been doing, so that you could spend more time at home.”

“I know,” he responded sadly. “I should have followed up with them and asked what they’ve been doing about it. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I’ve avoided being here with you.”

“It’s not that I want you at home, Feargal,” I snapped, immediately feeling guilty when I saw his hurt expression. “I mean, it’s not just that I want you near me. If it were just me, I could find a way to bear it but I’m afraid… My love, I think I’m… I have a baby in me. Our baby. And I want to know that you’ll be here for us and that you want this.”

“Want this?” he repeated incredulously. “How could I not want this?”

He crossed the room and ran his hand over my stomach as if it were something magical. 

“Are you certain?” 

I took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to be certain. I have all the signs. My body feels different to me. I know we’ve… I know almost nothing about children but I believe that’s what’s happening.”

“Oh love,” he touched his lips to mine and took me in his arms. “Don’t fear. I shall write to the Church tomorrow and insist that they send someone right away.” He trailed kisses down the length of my neck, smiling at the soft mewls it elicited from me. “At the very worst, if you aren’t with child now, we could use the extra time to make sure we get you that way.”

I gasped at the implication, only for him to pull me into a passionate kiss. 

“You can’t imagine how much I miss you when I’m away,” he whispered, pushing himself flush against me. “I think of you all the time.”

He caught both of my arms in a firm grip and guided me upstairs to our bedroom, the wild, hungry glint in his eyes offering me a clear preview of what was in store. 

“I’m glad you stayed up,” he told me.

[myheartdemon]

Finn Balor!!!! 😍

[logicstates12]

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

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

Yet, Kyle can't stay away.

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

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

A HIGH PRICE TO PAY

Prompt: When Y/N pranked Finn for his birthday,she could never have imagined that a certain Prince would appear to collect the debt of her bad behavior.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Prince Devitt(Finn Bálor) x Reader

Warnings: +18. Degradation,name calling,cursing,bondage,zapper wand(electroshock),masturbation(female),slight chocking.

@ziasaph I hope I can make you proud sis

Notes: What can I say? I love me some Fergal Devitt hahahahahaha,this man does things to me y’all...Alright my loved ones you know the drill,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Tsc,tsc

*Oh no,I know that sound,and I don’t like it even one bit* I thought

“What’s the matter my reckless little fuck toy?Are ya scared?” He deeply chuckled,before continue “Ya thought it was funny when ya pranked me!Now it’s not so funny anymore huh?”

“I knew that stupid shock pen prank was going to come back and bite me in the ass!” I whispered to myself,while tightly tied up to the Saint Andrew’s cross.

“And you’re right about that my brat little girl,but if I would have to say it, I wouldn’t use the word ‘bite’ ya in the arse... I would go for something more accurate,like ‘shock’ “ He touched my ass with the zapper and I jumped and gasped loud at both the surprise of the action and the slight pinch due to the electroshock. He laughed out loud,amused with his own action.

“Ya should’ve known better than to disrespect your Prince like that! I think it’s so funny how ya thought that your little bratty behavior would have no consequences.After all this time that you’ve been my play toy,ya should’ve known by now that it doesn’t matter how long it takes...I NEVER forget and I will ALWAYS put ya in your place.”

He proceeded to touch me with the ‘devil’s wand’ (as I like to call it) only this time,on my upper thigh.

When I pranked Finn on his birthday(precisely one month ago),he was leaving for a one month European tour with the WWE.Today’s he’s first day back home and I honestly couldn’t see this coming.I thought he had forgotten about it.Hell,I did! But one thing I could NEVER have expected was that my innocent prank would push ‘Prince Devitt’ out,and I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss that sadistic fucker! He was nothing like my sweet Finn.Devitt was a cold hearted,sadistic,sarcastic,egoistical,cocky asshole! And fuck me,I like that man,I like that man a lot!

Don’t get me wrong, I love Finn,I really do! He’s funny,smart,sweet,caring,goofy,loving man.But there was something about Devitt that fulfills all of my dirty,slutty,wet,kinky fantasies! When Finn is able to ‘bring the Prince out’ his whole energy changes,he becomes more dangerous,more cynical,his eyes become a cool shade of blue,he smells like trouble...you know that one guy your mamma warned you about? That’s what he becomes and I could die a happy woman being able to have the best of the both worlds: the gentleman and the manwhore in just one beautiful Irish man.

“I‘ve missed ya my sweet brat! It’s been too long,don’t ya think? Too long since I got to play with ya...”

Tsc tsc

“Devitt,I swear it wasn’t my intention to disrespect you.It was an innocent joke!”

“Oh c’mon now lass,I don’t believe that,and neither do ya! We both know that ya were dying to see me” He stepped closer until his face was mere inches from mine “We both know that ya were dying to have me play with ya,just the way ya like it: rough and dirty...” He pinched one of my nipples,hard enough to make me whimper. “Treat ya like my good little whore” He pinched my other nipple “My filthy little slut” He zapped me underneath one of my breasts and I gasped loudly

“Oh no,Devitt please don’t do this to me! I’m sorry my Prince,don’t punish me like this please..” He backslapped my face.I gasped again,more from the surprise slap,than from the actual pain.

“Don’t ya dare lie to me! I know and YA know that you’ve had ya fingers buried deep inside your pussy every fucking day thinking about me! Because you can’t get enough of tha Prince! I got you addicted to this dick haven’t I?” He said grabbing his hard cock through his jeans.

“Tell me,tell me what do I do to ya?Do I make ya so turned on that ya want to rub yourself everywhere like a fucking horny dog? Do I make ya so wet that ya thank God the fact ya work from home,so ya don’t have to deal with people staring at your wet pants? Did I made ya so hungry for my cock that not even your fingers can help you anymore?” His words were getting dirtier and rawer with every sentence.Working that primal need inside of me.

“Devitt..” I whispered and he got so close to me that our lips brushed together.

“You’re my favorite of them all ya know that right? Ya are my favorite,dirty,filthy,fuck hole.” He roamed one of his hands through my body and Zapped my belly with the other.

“Look at ya,so helpless..” He wrapped his fingers around my neck and applied some pressure enough to make it hard for me to breath.

“All tied up,looking so deliciously beautiful with the thing I love the most about ya at my mercy.” He stated,gliding two fingers through my wet folds.Once he felt how wet I was,he darkly laughed before saying

“See? That’s what I mean! Where else can I find such a perfect cum dumpster like ya?” He slides two fingers inside of me before continuing “My favorite toy” His fingers started moving at a agonizing slow pace. “You’re my perfect little slut,aren’t ya? Always such a filthy little girl...just for tha Prince!” He begin to finger fuck me at such a brutal pace that my mouth molded a perfect O shape.

“ ‘Oh’ what brat?” He cackled “Do ya want me to go faster?” I shake my head at a ‘no’ motion,just to have him laugh at my face and say “Well,since ya insist!” And he turned up the pace of his fingers.

I was a whimpering,whining mess.

“Please,Devitt..please can I cum? Please let me cum on your fingers?Pleaaseee?Have mercy on me..”

“Mercy on ya?Oh little pet,WE know ya didn’t want to play with me for my merciful side,right?!” He zapped my arms,breasts,thighs and ass.

“I love the power I have over ya! This face you’re making right now...this cum slut face ya make when you’re about to cum,makes me wanna fuck ya until ya can’t walk straight for a week!” He zapped the side of my hips,threw the Zapper on top of the bed and begin to rub my clit at a furious pace while his fingers mercilessly fucked me.

I was so hypersensitive from all those stimulations that I felt like I would pass out once my walls started to clench around his fingers.

“Is my lovely slut gonna cum for me?” He smiled and I could only nod in response.His lips came near my ear and he whispered

“So what are ya waiting for? Show me how much of a whore ya are.Soak my fingers,now!”

My orgasm was so intense that I lost the track of time and space, I didn’t realized he had unbounded me from the Saint Andrews cross until my knees hardly hit the ground with a loud thump. He looked down at me,deviously chuckled before saying

“And where the fuck ya think you’re going slut?” He pulled my hair so I could stand up “I’m just getting started with ya!” He smiled before tossing me onto the bed.

Oh how I’ve missed my Prince...