#fabian aichner fanfiction

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What Is Mine - Marcel x Reader x Fabian

So, with the latest episode of NXT, @wwzentertainment asked for Imperium x Reader. 

Here it is~ Almost the quickest I’ve wrote anything; just over an hour. 

Enjoy!

Warnings? : Polygamous relationship (pretty much it). Small fight scene, multiple translations of German and Italian, little bit of body insecurity near the end

TAG LIST @starwithaheart​ @shedevil22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ @barthelsimperium​ (because i think you’ll like this too)

Note: Funny Marcel gif i found at the end because <3 

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I stood backstage, just out of sight, as I watched my two boys do an interview about their win last week at Halloween Havoc. What we had between us was… unusual… but between the three of us, we made it work.

I love Marcel. He was quiet but strong; demanding, yet gentle. Compassionate and funny but also stern.

I love Fabian. He was a giant teddy bear and a protective Sheppard; he joked a lot but was also romantic.

I knew, back in 2019 when we met, that there was no way I could ever choose one over the other. They seemed to know too, and to understand. Which made our current… arrangement—work, all the more. Never before had I even thought of being in a Polygamous relationship—and they hadn’t either, they admitted one night as we cuddled on the couch.

But it was what we had, and what worked. Thinking back on that night, I couldn’t help but smile—it was also the first night we all slept together. It was a fun night—despite the soreness I felt the next few days.

“—we don’t compromise with American ideals.” Fabian wrapped up in Italian, as Marcel looked over at him with his usual smug frown.

Seeing the two of them act so differently in front of camera compared to when it was just us, it caused a small chuckle. Unfortunately, my cheery mood quickly was squashed as I watched Gigi and Jayce walked onto the screen.

“Congratulations on becoming new NXT tag team champions,” Gigi told them, eyeing Marcel in a way I did not like,” You definitely… look… the part.” She reached out with her black rose and gentle ran it down Marcel’s jawline, seemingly catching his interest.

I stood there, jaw clenched, not moving. My whole body was frozen in place—not in fear. In anger.

“And so do we,” Jacy pointed out, gesturing between her and Gigi, as she pulled away from Marcel. I was barely aware of Fabian glancing in my direction, as the camera panned in on the ladies.

“Actually, we just found out we have a six woman tag team match next week,” Jacy continued, smiling at the thought, eyeballing Marcel some more, as Gigi looked from her partner to Marcel,” And I think… you guys should watch us.” The camera panned away, bringing both Marcel and Fabian into screen again, looking like they held some interest—or at least, curiosity.

Marcel leaned over towards Fabian, a smirk on his face, whispering,” We definitely will,” before continuing in German.

“The mat is sacred, but American has its benefits.” I heard him say, being able to translate his words since he had been teaching me German—and Fabian teaching me Italian. Italian was strangely the more difficult of the two languages, as I picked up on German a lot quicker. They watched in interest as the Gigi and Jacy walked away, eyeballing them up and down.

My heart dropped, and I felt not only pissed off but sick to my stomach.

The interview wrapped up, as Mackenzie walked away with the camera man, and I saw Fabian gently elbow Marcel, whisper something—and then Marcel look over in my direction. His eyes were slightly wide, like he feared something.

Good.

Just as they made a step towards me, I spun on heel and stalked off.

“Principessa!” (ts: Princess)

“Kleiner, warte!” (ts: Little one, wait)

Ignoring them, I picked up my pace as I knew they were getting close to catching up with me. Damn their long legs!

“Kleiner—” Marcel began, but I spun around to face them, stopping them dead in the tracks. (ts: little one)

“Nein!” I exclaimed, pointing a finger at him,” Nein nein nein nein! Just—just leave mich alone!” (ts: no / me)

“Amore—” Fabian tried but quieted with a look from me. With that, I spun back around and stomped off towards the women’s locker room. Unfortunately, that didn’t help matters, because low and behold– -who was standing just outside the door?

Jacy Jayne and Gigi Dolin.

Great. Just great.

As I got closer, all intent to just pass on by them and ignore them, went out the window when I heard Jacy let Marcel’s name slip.

“—kind of, but Marcel is. All those muscles—”

“You leave Marcel alone!” I snapped, getting in her face. I’d get in trouble for the altercation no doubt, but right now, I didn’t care.

“Why? You’re in a thing with Aichner—”

“—Dunno why—” Gigi muttered.

“—Unless you’re sneaking around behind his back with Marcel—”

“It’s none of your business! Just stay AWAY from Marcel and Fabian! Do you understand me?!” I yelled at both of them.

“Why? What are you gonna do about it?” Gigi asked, eyeballing me up and down.

I couldn’t do it—I couldn’t fight them. Medical hadn’t cleared me yet from my foot injury. I just had to walk away—

“We said—what are you going to do?” Jacy repeated, as Gigi shoved my shoulder—and then I saw red. My right leg flew up, foot connecting with Jacy’s abdomen, shoving her backwards on her ass. In the second of confusion for Gigi, I brought my elbow around and knocked her right in the face as she turned back towards me. Stunned for a second, I bent her over a bit and started punching at her back, trying to knock the wind out of her lungs. My focus on her, I didn’t see Jacy come at me until I felt her hands grab my hair and slam me face first into the wall. Gaining the upper hand, they began shouting and belittling me as they attacked, gaining attention from the surrounding backstage personnel, as they tried to separate us. They pulled Jacy and Gigi away from me, thinking I wasn’t going to antagonize the situation, that I was the calmer of the three—but not this time.

As soon as I had the chance, I launched myself at the two of them—including the personel and other talent holding them back—leading with overhead punches, trying to get as much damage as possible. Arms wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me away and in my bought of adrenaline, my elbow hooked around behind me and got the guy in the face. They let me go, stumbling away.

The yelling and arguing among talent, Gigi and Jacy yelling at me and my anger kept the area extremely loud, and I couldn’t hear one person over the other.

Another set of arms wrapped around me, this time slightly tighter, and instead of pulling me straight back, I felt my lower half get lifted as well, and then pulled away from the commotion.

“Basta amore mio! You’ll reinjure yourself—Fermare!” (ts: Enough my love! / Stop!)

Recognizing the Italian, I stopped struggling as much. He put my feet back on the floor, but still held me against his chest. I saw Marcel cupping the side of his face, only looking slightly annoyed.

“Du bist Fertig?” Marcel asked. (ts: You finished?)

“Nein,” I muttered, averting my gaze from his, as I leaned back into Fabian’s chest. (ts: no)

“Mi amore,” Fabian whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my ear,” Come, let’s talk elsewhere.” (ts: my love)

“Somewhere more quiet,” Marcel frowned at the commotion still going on ten feet behind us. Wordlessly, I nodded, following them down the hall to their locker room. Marcel closed the door behind us, and I softly pried myself from Fabian’s embrace.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours amore?” Fabian asked, sitting down in one of the chairs. (ts: love)

Silence.

“Rede mi tuns… bitte leibling.” (Talk to us / please darling)

“I just—I don’t know!” I frowned, turning away from them as I crossed my arms in front of my chest,” I—I saw them shamelessly flirting with you guys—especially Marcel—and I just—”

“You got jealous,” Fabian finished, a slight smirk on his face.

“Nein,” I muttered under my breath. (ts: no)

“Kleiner…” Marcel drawled out, talking slow steps towards me. (ts: little one)

“Nein,” I repeated, trying more to convince myself then them at this point.

“Leibe, look at me bitte.” (ts: Love / please)

Slowly, I turned around but refused to meet his gaze. Briefly, my eyes met Fabian’s and I saw the soft smile his had on his face, but it only made me feel more ashamed, so I let my gaze fall to the floor. Fingertips traced my jaw down to my chin, before lifting my attention up until I finally met Marcel’s eyes.

His beautiful, captivating blue eyes. Those eyes were the first thing to draw me towards him—just as Fabian’s smile did.

“Liebe… You know I would never cheat on you, right?” (ts: Love)

I nodded slowly.

“Then why all this?”

“I just—I don’t know… I guess… with me not really being out there—maybe… maybe I’m feeling insecure? I mean—they are both, kinda attractive in their own—”

“Nein,” Marcel bit out, his posture tightening slightly before he relaxed,” I can’t speak for Fabian—but you…. You are all I need. All I want. Du bist wunderschon…. Komisch… clever… stark… Perfekt wie du bist.” (ts: no / you are beautiful, funny, smart, strong. Perfect as you are)

“Marcel…” I whispered, my eyes tearing up as I wrapped my arms around his torso and snuggled into him as his wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.

“Si, mi amore,” Fabian agreed,” Marcel and I—back before we all agreed to do this relationship—we both were attracted to you in our own ways. People can come on to us all they want—flirt all they want… but at the end of the day, all we want is you, Principessa.” (ts: Yes, my love / Princess)

“You’ve nothing to be jealous over, we promise,” I heard Marcel assure me, and I glanced up at him.

“I’m sorry I elbowed you in the face,” I frowned, as he looked down at me with a grin.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ve done worse before,” Marcel chuckled, before pressing a kiss to my forehead,” Does your foot hurt any?”

“Hmm? Oh,” I thought, stretching it out a bit and considering, before shaking my head,” No. Doesn’t seem to. Doctor did tell me I should be good to go, but to keep an eye on it for a few weeks.”

“So, you’re cleared to be in the ring again?”

“Not technically, yet anyway. I think they will after my check up tomorrow. Which is good news for me,” I smiled deviously.

“Why’s that, Princepessa?” (ts: princess)

“You heard Jayne. They’ve got a 3-woman tag match next week. It’d be a shame if one of their opponents couldn’t make the match for… any… reason.”

“Questa e’ la nostra ragazza.” (ts: That’s our girl)

“Wir werden zuschauen.” (ts: We will be watching)

“I do hope so,” I smirked,” They’ll learn, one way or another, they’ll learn. You don’t mess with what’s mine.” 

The two Europeans just smiled down at me, before giving me each a breath taking kiss. Next week was a ways away– for now, they started with making me feel beautiful, loved and extra motivated. 

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EXTRA MARCEL READJUST GIF -hearteyes- imdying

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Ambush

Soooo, after the meeting in the alley with the cigarette, my brain traveled to the aftermath. Still blaming @caranoirs But now we've also added Walter, Marcel, Fabian, and Drew into the mix!

Send help.

“This is ridiculous!” Ridge yelled in frustration. “They think they can just come right onto our terf and cause trouble. And keep messing with you! Completely unacceptable and we need to do something about this.”

He was pacing around the large living room like area of the house Sheamus owned where they all spent a lot of their time. Kate was sitting on a couch, Ridge looking over at her from time to time while he spoke. Also in the room standing around were Fabian and Marcel. They had been spending more time together since Sheamus and Walter began working on their merger. Eventually Drew’s men would come over and fall in suit once everything was in place. Ridge was concerned when he first got to Kate, but after he made sure she was okay. He was seeing red. Even while on the phone with Sheamus letting him know what happened he was pissed. Kate tried to be in the background telling him that she was fine and everything was okay, but Ridge was seething.

“I don’t know who the hell this guy thinks he is thinking he can just come into town and take over,” Fabian added.

“Someone needs to put him in his place,” Ridge agreed.

“What about us?” Marcel suggested. “He’s always going around, sneaking up on people. Why don’t we do the same to him?”

“Let’s go. I’m more than ready to bash his fuckin’ face in.”

“Hold on Ridge, not just yet.” Fabian stopped him.

“Why the hell not?”

“You’re too angry. You need some time to calm down. Formulate a plan. You run in there like this just bulldozing through everyone being angry, it’s not going to end well,” Marcel answered.

Ridge rubbed his head and breathed out frustrated, but deep down he knew Marcel was right. They needed to have a plan or else they’d easily be taken down.

“We’ll go tomorrow. Let them think their safe since there wasn’t retaliation. Give Kate some time to rest. Then we’ll ambush them in the morning.”

“I wouldn’t mind cutting Tyler’s dick off while we’re at it,” Kate mumbled.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Ridge ordered.

“Excuse me?” Kate asked as she stood up to face him.

“They won’t leave you alone. We’re not going to bring you to them on a silver platter!”

“Listen Ridge, you’re…” Kate began before being interrupted by Marcel.

“Do you think leaving her here by herself is a good idea?”

“Why not? Better than dragging her into the lion’s den.” Ridge answered.

“Because what if they see all of us there and Trent realizes she’s alone. I wouldn’t put it past him to send someone out to try and find her. Especially since he knows Sheamus and Walter are out of town,” Fabian explained.

“Exactly. Therefore, I’m going.”

Ridge didn’t want to admit it, but Fabian had a good point. That doesn’t mean he was still happy with it. The look that he shot Kate with her smartass reply about winning the argument showed that.

“I’ll stay by her the whole time,” Marcel ensured.

Ridge eventually sighed, giving in. “Alright. She can come.”

The next morning, they were up and ready before sunrise. Ridge was still pissed. He probably hadn’t actually slept at all. Getting into Trent’s property was easy. Sneaking past the gates and cameras was the most challenging, but at that hour not too hard. They just broke down the front door with no one there, and bulldozing through everyone thar got in their way. It didn’t take them long to reach Trent. Another floor up he was in a large relatively empty room. Unfortunately for them, he was already up and dressed for the day. He was also joined by Pete and Tyler at his side. They all stood in a silent standoff for a few moments. Marcel keeping his word, never leaving Kate’s side. Always ready to have a protective arm reach out and push her away if needed, keeping her safe so Ridge could pounce without worry.

“Well isn’t this a nice surprise! Good thing I’m a morning person and can be up to greet my guests,” Trent stated breaking the silence with his usual smile.

“You look really happy for someone who’s about to get his arse kicked so bad he may never walk again,” Ridge spat through a clenched jaw.

“Ya sound awfully sure of yourself there mate,” Trent replied.

Marcel reached his hand over to grab Kate’s at their words, ready to jump in if needed while he and Fabian also kept a keen eye on Tyler and Pete.

Ridge scoffed. “Not too sure how good you at business with your numbers lad. If you look around you’ll realize you’re clearly outnumbered.”

Trent brought his hand up to rub his chin, his smiling fading only momentarily before returning with a more sinister tone. The same one Kate had seen in the basement. “You know what? You’re right mate. One of us is outnumbered.”

As he finished speaking, Marcel’s hand tightened around Kate’s wrist. She looked over at him, confused by what his next move was going to be. While she was looking away, she hadn’t seen Fabian wind his arm up ready to elbow Ridge in the face. Blood began to flow as Ridge grabbed his nose, completely caught off guard by Fabian’s attack. Before he could register what was happening, Fabian, Tyler, and Pete were on top of him. Kate tried to run over to him but was pulled back by Marcel and her held her tighter while the rest got Ridge under control. A short while later he was easily held by Tyler and Fabian. Marcel still held Kate who livid. Pete stood off a little behind Trent just watching.

“Gotta hand it to ya Ridge. You’re a tough guy. Took three of my men to wear you down and you still had fight in ya.” Trent complimented. “Could use a big guy like you.”

Ridge wasn’t really able to say much as his face was beginning to swell, but he was able to look up Trent from his knees in disgust. 

“Now before either of you say anything, have a quick look at this.”

Trent pulled out his phone and pulled up a video that someone had sent to him. It appeared to have been recorded last night, but by the angle the person recording it was trying to be discreet so others didn’t notice. But it did show Walter, Sheamus, and Drew sitting around a table with half empty whiskery glasses and cigars.

“Fellas I might have ta get home soon,” Sheamus said as he sat back down at the table.

“Everything okay?” Drew asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“Just got off the phone with Ridge. Trent and some of his gang cornered Kate in an alleyway behind a bar we go to a lot. Threatened to take her with them and hold her until we all agreed to lay off him.”

“So let him,” Walter said before blowing smoke from his cigar.

Drew immediately looked over at him confused. He had been close with Sheamus for a long time. Walter might not have known the relationship between Sheamus and Kate, but Drew knew that’s not something he would ever think of.

“I can’t do that,” Sheamus said.

“Why not?” She’s just a girl you got working for you. What’s so special about her?”  Walter asked.

“She’s, she’s like a sister to me. She’s been wit me for the last six years. She’s always been loyal ta me.”

“I get that, but she’s not blood. Call their bluff.”

“I’m the closest she’s got.” Sheamus defended, but sounded a little defeated.

“Is she worth risking everything you’ve worked for? And letting someone else come in and tell you how to run your empire?”

Walter put his lips back around his cigar. Drew stayed quiet as he took another sip of his whiskey. Sheamus sat back in his seat as if he was pondering his life in a whole new light.

“Fun stuff right?” Trent exclaimed as he put his phone back into his pocket. “ You can see just how much he cares about you. Now Ridge, what do you say you come with me and we have a little chat about your future.”

“Based on that? We have no idea how the rest of that conversation went!” Kate spoke up.

“Well we do know that he never came home after he got that phone call. And have either of you spoken to him since that call you made last night?” Trent’s question was answered by silence. “I didn’t think so. Now let me rephrase. Ridge, we’re going to go to my office and have a discussion. And after it you’re either going to join us, or you’ll be disposed of and I’ll deal with you personally.” Trent said in a deeper, much more threatening tone than he had previously spoken in. “Now you.”

Trent had turned to Kate causing Ridge to stir a bit. She stood tall trying not to show any emotions other than the anger fuming inside her.

“Gonna try and threaten me with the same thing?” Kate sneered.

“No. I’m not. You don’t get that privilege,” He answered with a smile both confusing Kate and causing her stomach to drop. “I know clearly where your loyalty stands. So for now, you’re just a gift to Peter.”

“What?” Kate blurted out as Pete stepped forward with a smirk. 

“Pete, here you go. Do whatever you want with her that Sheamus wouldn’t let you.”

Fabian and Marcel had grabbed Ridge and taken him up to another floor where Trent’s office was. Pete held tightly onto Kate as he walked her to a place he had been using as a bedroom.

“Peter I swear if you lay one finger on me…”

“Don’t worry. If I recall correctly, I know you prefer two or three. Or if that’s a problem I always have other things I can use.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you love it.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“That’s what I have you for darlin’.”

Kate rolled her eyes and scoffed before turning away from him and walking towards the closed door. He followed behind only taking two steps to catch up to her. He reached his hand up, wrapping it around her throat and pulling her flush against his body. Her eyes fluttered slightly as a small involuntary moan escaped her lips. He nuzzled his nose along her neck before bringing his lips towards her ear.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’re mine Katie,” He whispered roughly as his hand traveled across her stomach and dipped inside the front of her black leggings.

Kate’s mind was racing. A few moments ago she didn’t know what to think about the video Trent had just shown her. She could only speculate what was going on with Sheamus’ mind. She didn’t know what was happening with Ridge. And now she was stuck with Pete, and as much as she hated him, she hated the fact that her body was melting into his touch even more. He knew her and her body so well, he was easily able to manipulate it any way he wanted. She gasped as his fingers stroked inside her slick folds, making her wetter with each touch.

“Don’t even bother tryin’ ta lie to me Katie. I know you love it. Remember how good I made ya feel last time? Just think how much better it’ll be if you just give in and let yourself enjoy it.”

“I never said I enjoyed you Pete,” Kate retorted trying to hold onto whatever strength she still had left. “Just because you messed around with my body and it responded doesn’t mean I want you.”

Pete clenched his fingers around her neck a little tighter.

“You know the walls at our place were really thin. Parts of it were built great, but where we spent our time, they were shit. I know you could hear me when I had girls over. You know how I know that? Because I could hear you too. The little moans you’d make while you were touching yourself listening to me fuck them in the next room. Trying to be quiet, but not quiet enough,” Pete explained into her ear as he was still slowly touching her. “And I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Sometimes I’d get off from bendin’ them over and fucking them from behind listening to you moan my name pretending it was you in front of me.”

A knock at the door caused Pete to pull his hand out of her pants, but he still left the other hand around her throat. With her back against his chest, she was able to feel his heart racing. She knew he was restraining himself, and for some reason him being able to be in such great control filled her with excitement. She was focusing on his heart beat as Tyler opened the door and entered the room.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but Trent wants to have a work with her when you’re done.”

“Lovely. I have a few choice words for him too.”

Tyler laughed, causing Kate to push back against Pete just slightly. “I see you haven’t trained her yet.”

“It’s only been five minutes Ty,” Pete laughed as well. “Ya gotta give me at least the night.”

“I dunno. She’s pretty feisty. Might take a while before you can have her trained properly. Though I will miss her smartass remarks. She made work a little more exciting.”

“Coming from the man who wasn’t able to handle me if I wasn’t tied up to something.”

Pete finally released the hold he had on his throat and snaked his fingers into her hair yanking a fistful back. “You know you really should be nice to him. There will be times I’ll have to leave for things and someone else might watch you.”

Kate watched as Tyler licked his lips while she tried to now show that she was nervous.

“Me watching her would do wonders if you wanted her trained like a proper pet for you. If she were with me, I’d already have my belt off and around her neck as a leash for the bitch that she is. And by the end of the night the only commands she’d respond to are sit, beg, and come.”

“Might wanna think twice about trying to walk out on me now huh?” Pete asked in a cocky tone. “The second you step foot outside that door, you’ll run into him.”

Tyler winked before turning back towards the door. “Anyway, when you’re done bring her up to Trent so he can welcome her properly.”

“Wait,” Kate found herself calling out before she could really even think to catch herself.

“Hey, what’s going on with Ridge?” Pete asked.

“He’ll be staying with us for a bit,” Tyler answered before closing the door behind him.

Kate felt a bit of relief knowing that Ridge was still alive. At least for now. She could find out more later. But for now, that was enough. She was lost in her own thoughts about it and didn’t realize that Pete had let go of her hair. He wasn’t even holding onto her at all anymore. He had taken off his shirt and thrown it off to the floor by the time Kate turned around to face him.

“Pete?”

“Hm?” He hummed as he grabbed her by the hip and pulled her close to him.

“You, you wouldn’t really let him hurt me would you?” She asked with a bit of intimidation in her voice that he hadn’t heard before.

He put his hand on her cheek, pushing her face up to make her look at him while running his thumb along her skin. “Kate, I am still the same exact person I was before.”

It was nightfall by the time Pete walked Kate up to Trent’s office where he did most of his work. Pete told her to just listen to what Trent said and it wouldn’t cause any problems. But that wasn’t exactly Kate’s strong suit. Inside, the room was dim. Almost as if Trent wanted people to feel cold and hidden as they sat down to do business with him. There was a large desk with his computer and phone atop it. Most of his things probably hidden away in the drawers. Two armchairs at one side of the desk for his guests, another large leather one for him at the other side. Kate wasn’t able to see all the little details of the office in the low lighting, but she could see artwork about. She could only guess that he had everything designed particularly for him. When Kate entered the room Trent was towards the back looking out a window. When Pete closed the door he closed the velvet dark green curtain and turned to his guest.

“Come on in love. Make yourself comfortable,” Trent said motioning to one of the chairs.

“I’d rather stand if that’s okay with you.” She replied from her spot in the middle of the room.

“So you do have manners,” He mocked.

Kate folded her arms across her chest and blew out a sigh, trying not to start a fight.

“Good to know you’re able to play nice.”

“I don’t see why that really matters.”

“It will if you want to stay here.”

“Look, I’m not going to give Pete any problems, okay?”

“I’m not worried about him. I’m worried about everyone else.”

Kate looked at him confused.

“I’m sure by now you’ve figured out that Walter and I have formed a partnership. Ridge and I had a nice talk earlier and he’s decided to stay with me. Thought he did try and assure that I wouldn’t kill you. And I thought maybe after some time thinking about the video I showed you and how the man who you’d been so loyal to seemed to be willing to throw you to the wolves, you’d have had a change of heart like Ridge and Pete did.”

“I thought I didn’t have that choice,” Kate questioned as she put his hands on her hips.

“You don’t really. You’re stuck here either way. I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t trust you. With any aspect of my business. I knew the first chance you’d get you’d quite literally stab me in the back. But you are an asset Kate.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Working at a club making you money,” Kate said as she dropped her arms.

Trent shook his head chuckled as he stepped closer to her. “You’re much more than a pretty face love. I’m familiar with your work. I think you could do great things here and help me out a lot. And in return, give yourself a life that you’ve never even dreamed of. Face it, everyone else has already fallen into line with me. The only thing Sheamus even has left now is Drew, and once he sees how pathetic Sheamus really is, he’ll back off too. Leaving Sheamus with nothing.”

As he stepped closer, she tried to keep distance between them. But she ended up running into his desk. She looked slightly before placing her hands on the sides holding herself up. When she looked back, Trent was right in front of her, placing his hands on either side of her onto his desk. His face getting closer to hers as he spoke.

“If you can prove to me that I can trust you, we can form a beautiful partnership here. But keep in mind until then, you belong to the British Strong Style. And the very first time you forget that, I’ll brand you, so that even if you manage to get away, anyone who finds you will bring you right back to me.”

[jordanswwe]

a night out to remember

summary: the reader and fabian have been dating for 6 months and y/n felt bad because she never once got to spoil fabian the way he spoiled her, until one night.

asked for: “I was wondering if you could write a fic where the female reader and Fabian are in a relationship and she spoils him on a night out.”

this story contains only fluff, no smut :) hope you guys enjoy!!

also let’s all take a moment to look at this gorgeous photo

October 26 (at the capitol wrestling center):

today was a successful episode of halloween havoc. your 2 closest friends jacy and gigi won the nxt women’s tag titles and your boyfriend fabian and his tag partner marcel (who was also your friend) won the nxt tag titles.

by the time marcel and fabian had made it back to the locker room area y/n and walter were already there to congratulate them. right after the boys got dressed marcel and walter decided to go out with some of their personal friends to the bar to celebrate.

that didn’t bother you because you had already planned something out for fabian. you had made a reservation in at a luxurious restaurant.

“fabian are you ready to go” y/n asked him. “go where” he asks curiously smiling. “you’ll see, it’s a suprise” y/n said responding then pulling him in for a hug.

at the restaurant:

as they pulled into the parking lot fabian was in disbelief. he had always wanted to go to this restaurant but he never had enough time. “you remembered” he said slightly laughing. fabian had always told you that he wanted to try this restaurant out. it had been 3 months since the restaurant had opened and it’s the only thing anyone was talking about.

as they both walked in the restaurant, y/n said “reservation for 2 the name is under y/n” as she turned to fabian who was smiling. “follow me” the hostess said.

you followed the hostess into a private room while holding fabian’s hand. when you he got in the private area the first thing he saw was that the dining area had roses and candles everywhere. fabian was shocked that y/n went out of her way to make all of this happen.

“thank you so much for all of this tesoro” fabian said as he sat down. “no problem love, anything for you” she said smiling.

“i’m so proud of you for winning the titles” she spoke up again while caressing his cheek. before she had the chance to say anything else fabian pulled her in for a kiss. “i love you so much y/n” he said smiling against her lips. “ i love you more” y/n said before kissing him back.

after the dinner had ended y/n decided to end the night in the best possible way. y/n took fabian to a nice opened area and they both decided to look at the stars.

while looking at the stars they couldn’t help but turn over to each other. looking each other eye in the eye they couldn’t help but to think that they found their person, their soulmates. “thank you again y/n, i deeply appreciate-“ fabian said before being cut off by y/n placing her lips on his again.

“you deserve all of this, i love you to the moon and back” she said before kissing him again.

the end 🪐✨🫶🏼💜🔮

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hello Queen!!! Thank you for giving us LIFE each and every day! 💙🥺

I was wondering if you’d be open to a Marcel/Fabian drabble?? Whatever comes to that sexy genius mind of yours we love to see it ���� Thank you always!!! 💙✨🥰

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I’m not that familiar with NXT UK wrestlers but I think I can work something with Fabian 😏 Let’s see if I will not totally embarrass myself with this one 😂

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P.S. Yes, I’m obsessed with massaging giant men 😂 and sorry if this is complete garbage 🤣

Fabian sighed when he entered your bedroom. You were laying down on the bed and noticing the tiredness all over his face, you asked

“Are you ok, baby?”

“I’m fine, amore (love). Just tired” He smiled weakly

“Do you want to take a hot shower to relax a bit?”

“I already showered at the gym” He undressed until only his boxers were left

“Maybe I can give you a massage to help you out with your sore muscles?”

“I can think of another way you can help me out” He straddled your hips, making your head stay at the same level of his crotch

Already sensing his intention, you raised one hand at his covered length, already caressing his half hard cock through the fabric

“Tell me what you need, baby” You cooed

“Mi fa un pompino (give me a blow job) ” He grunted, already caressing your hair

You smirked, darting your tongue out and tracing the outline of his erection through his boxers

[domesticblisss]

Fabian Aichner + a huge mountain, with the shore just below it, waves crashing against the oceanside?

a huge mountain, with the shore just below it, waves crashing against the oceanside

location drabble prompts

whenever he needed to think, fabian would hike.

it wasn’t like the snow covered mountains of south tyrol, where he grew up skiing, but the sunny floridian days, the fresh air and the luscious trees, and the salty smell of the ocean always helped him clear his mind.

after a long, silent hike, he sat with her at the top of the mountain. the crash of the waves and the chirps of the birds were the only sounds between them.

one.

two.

three.

ten.

she had lost count of how many waves had come and gone.

after several minutes, fabian finally touched her. his pinky intertwining with hers, his thumb gently caressing the top of her hand. the look on his face showing that he was choosing his words carefully.

“i’m sorry. i really am, and i need you by my side.” he finally broke his silence.

she knew exactly what he was apologising for. with his and marcel’s constant losses and walter finally being defeated, fabian vanished.

no calls, no texting back, no nothing. it felt like he never existed in her life. she understood him. even with how painful this period has been, she understood him. she knew the trio had to regroup and refocus.

“marcel and i… we– we’re going against msk tomorrow, and i can’t do it without you.” he finally looked in her eyes, “good or bad, i can’t do this without you.”

“i’ll always be with you, fabian.”

“sempre con te, principessa.”

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Caught in the Middle

Marcel Barthel, Fabian Aichner x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,271 Summary: The three of you had tried something new last night, and it was no secret that it was good. [Requested]

It felt right. 

That’s what made you pause. 

In front of you, Marcel slept with his body pressed against yours, hair tousled from sleep. 

And behind you, Fabian’s arms held you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 

You were stuck in place, the first awake, but you didn’t move, afraid you’d wake them up. 

You felt guilty for how good this felt, how good your entire body still felt after last night. 

Beside you, now, you felt Fabian begin to stir. 

Slowly, he sat up and stretched. You stayed in place, listening to him shuffle around the room, before the bathroom door shut quietly. 

Now, you untangled yourself from Marcel’s hands and got up. Picking up your clothes and dressing quickly, you left the room, walking into the living room flooded with morning light. 

Your head was still spinning, unsure what you wanted to do. 

You could leave, grab your things and go home and call Marcel later. 

You could stay, wait for them both to wake up and get ready and talk about it. 

But you weren’t sure you wanted to talk about it. 

You were still trying to figure out what it was. 

“Are you leaving?”

You jumped up at the sound of Fabian’s voice. 

“I…” you started, turning towards him. “Yeah. I think so.” 

He nodded. He played with the zipper of his hoodie nervously. 

“Do you need a ride?” he asked. 

You shook your head, 

“I’m okay.” 

He said nothing else, so you took your leave. 

But just as you walked towards the door, he spoke again.  

“I think you should stay,” he called out. 

You stopped, halfway to the door, 

“At least...until Marcel wakes up,” he added, looking at you. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said, quietly. 

“Why not?” he asked. 

The nerves grew and your chest tightened. 

“Last night…” you started. 

“You didn’t enjoy?” he asked. 

You shook your head quickly, 

“I did,” you said, surprising even yourself. “I really did,” you added. 

But as you thought about last night, and how it felt when Fabian had first kissed you, the way your entire body felt like it was on fire, the way you couldn’t let go of him. 

And the way Marcel had smiled at you when he pulled your head back towards him. 

It was the first time he’d held you, but even now you knew that you belonged in Fabian’s arms just as much as you did in Marcel’s. 

“Then stay,” he said, softer this time. 

“Fabian…” you trailed off. 

He walked towards you, but stopped a few paces away from you. 

“Last night was good. We were good,” he said. 

“But it was a one-time thing, wasn’t it?” you asked. 

He shook his head, 

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said. 

You sighed,

“It’s not fair to Marcel,” you said.

“He didn’t seem to mind it last night,” Fabian said, a small smirk on his lips. 

And it made your head spin. 

The running joke had always been that Fabian and Marcel shared everything, but last night had taken it to a whole new level. 

And you couldn’t even feel guilty about it. 

Something in the back of your mind told you that you should, that it wasn’t fair, that it wasn’t right, that it was a one time thing that ended right here and right now. 

“He’s very important to me,” you said. 

“Me too,” he replied. 

And that was it. That was the whole issue. 

You loved Marcel. 

The three of you had tried something new last night, and it was no secret that it was good. 

It was so fucking good, you thought. 

But there was Fabian, standing in front of you and he wasn’t asking you to make a choice between them. 

He wasn’t asking you to leave Marcel. 

He was asking you to consider something new, something different. Something better. 

“He loves you,” Fabian said. 

You nodded. 

“And I love him,” he said. 

And that was the heart of this matter. 

You both loved Marcel. 

And Marcel loved both of you, too. 

And it wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined when you’d started dating him, but it was something you’d grown used to. 

The space between them was a perfect fit for you, you’d found over the years. 

And it was like you were always meant to be there with them like this, wrapped up in both their embraces’.  

He took another step towards you, and without hesitation, you took one towards him. 

“If you don’t want this,” he said. You watched his hand twitch at his side, as though he wanted to reach out to you, but stopped himself. “Just say so. I’ll leave it alone.” 

But you took his hand in yours, the tips of your fingers brushing over the palm of his hand, and took a deep breath, 

“I don’t know how to do this.” 

You looked up at him and he smiled, 

“Then we figure it out. Together,” he said, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. “Please stay,” he whispered against your hand. 

You brought your other hand to his cheek and pulled him down for a kiss, soft against his lips. His hands found their place on your waist just as you pulled back, leaning your forehead against his. 

“I’ll stay,” you whispered, making him smile. 

“Good, because I can’t let you leave without breakfast,” Marcel said. You both turned to look at him, his hair messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, but smiling at the two of you. 

“You were gonna make me breakfast?” you asked, reaching out a hand for him. 

He scoffed, 

“No, I don’t cook,” he said, as though you should’ve already known that. “But Fabian does,” he finished. 

You looked back up at Fabian who winked at you, 

“Anything you want,” he said, kissing the top of your head. 

In front of you, Marcel pulled you close and kissed you, one hand on the back of his neck, the other hand still in Fabian’s. 

And it was as if this was normal for you three, as though you’d done it a million times over. 

“You were so good last night,” he whispered against your lips, “and we want you to stay. Please.” 

“I will,” you replied. “I love you,” you whispered to him. 

And with Fabian’s hand still in yours, you turned to him and said it to him, too, because you knew there was no better time than now. 

“I love you, too, Fabian,” you said. He kissed your forehead, untangling his hand from yours. 

“Sit, I’ll make us breakfast.” 

And you did sit down. 

On the counter, swinging your legs, while Fabian moved around you while Marcel left to wash up. It was quiet between you two, and you were sure that the hesitation, the awkward nerves of the first time, the first morning together, would fade eventually. 

But you found peace in this moment, watching him work, his back turned towards you, setting a mug of coffee down beside you while he tried not to let anything burn. 

And slowly, the day moved forward, and the three of you found your rhythm with one another. 

There would be a period of adjustment, you told yourself, but lounging on the couch, your head in Fabian’s lap, Marcel’s hand tracing circles absentmindedly on your legs, watching TV together, something told you that this was right. 

That everything about you three would lead you here, eventually. 

And though it was only the beginning, it already felt like home. 

[jordanswwe]

the journey to giovanni vinci

summary: y/n was the best of friends with everyone in imperium and they did everything together. y/n was personally closest to the muscular italian member of the group. once imperium lost their tag titles at stand and deliver the team goes their separate ways with their wwe careers. y/n and fabian hadn’t talked in months until one day.

this story takes place from stand and deliver to the time when giovanni vinci debuts

April 2 (backstage at stand and deliver):

y/n was walking backstage trying to look for her friends marcel and fabian. they were set to defend their tag titles at the biggest event for nxt. stand and deliver was today and y/n was on her to make sure they were okay and ready. y/n especially wanted to make sure that fabian was okay.

something always intrigued her about the muscular member of imperium. y/n and fabian were bestfriends. so they pretty much told each other everything. as she was walking backstage further down in the arena. y/n spotted fabian in the back alone doing his pre-warmup workout. “god he’s so hot” she thought as she saw the muscular male doing push-ups. y/n tried leaving without him noticing but once she turned around she bumped into a box knocking them all over.

as soon as the sound echos fabian turns her way. as soon as he sees that it’s her he can’t help but chuckle a little walking her way to help her pick the boxes up. “what are you laughing at” y/n asks jokingly nudging him in the side gently. “oh it’s nothing” he says with a smile as he stands back up.

“well thank you for helping me pick up the boxes” she said. as she turned around and started walking away from fabian she heard fabian say her name. “y/n, what were you even doing behind those boxes” he says smiling. y/n smiles at him and then continues to walk away.

before they all knew it, it was time for marcel and fabian to defend their tag titles. y/n and walter watched the match from backstage in imperium’s private locker room. walter was in disbelief at what he was watching. he saw his teammates loose the titles.

as soon as the next match began marcel and fabian both came in the locker room arguing and bickering at each other. “it’s all your fault” marcel said. “my fault, you’re the one who got pinned” fabian said back.

as they were exchanging comments towards each other, marcel threw a punch to fabian. before we knew it me and walter had to do our best to separate them. walter had no trouble pulling marcel back. however y/n was struggling a bit to hold fabian back. “hey” y/n yelled. “you boys need to grow up and get on the same page, you guys are the greatest team here and you’ll get the titles back soon” y/n said which seemed to “cheer” them up.

y/n, fabian, marcel, and walter all left the arena to go to the hotel the nxt stars were staying at.

April 5 (backstage at nxt):

as y/n arrived to the arena with imperium, they went straight to the board to see if any of them had matches tonight. the board read out “creed brothers vs imperium” marcel scoffed at the idea.

“what’s the issue” fabian shot back. “guys calm down” walter spat out. “you guys need to get your shit together” y/n said. time seemed to go by really fast because before you knew it, it was time for their match.

“okay guys good luck and remember to get along and win” y/n said laughing before hugging both members. when y/n went to hug fabian it lasted a little longer than usual. “see you later tesoro” he said with a frowned face.

y/n was confused but she didn’t get too worried. as y/n and walter were watching the match from backstage. they saw as fabian just left marcel hanging. both of them were in complete shock.

after the match had ended marcel stormed into the locker room in rage. marcel was complaining to walter in german, but walter had told him not to worry.

after the show had ended producers called imperium and y/n into the creative room. “so marcel and walter, we are going to bring you guys up to smackdown” they said. you couldn’t help but be happy for them, but at the same time you were sad to loose your friends.

after you left the arena you went to fabian’s apartment to get answers from him. after pounding at his door for what felt like an eternity he finally opened up. “what do you want” fabian asked her. “why did you-“ she said before she was cut off by fabian.

“you’re going to ask me why i left them high and dry aren’t you” he said annoyed. “i’m not trying to be in a group anymore, i put all of my effort into that group and i hardly got recognized” he said getting more annoyed.

“that doesn’t mean you can turn on your friends, that you can turn on me” you said trying to hold your tears together. “you’re literally backing marcel up after loosing the tag titles, you’re just giving me another reason to cut you off like i did them” he said. you could tell he was just upset and he said it in the heat of the moment.

“fabian” you said as you grabbed the side of his face. “please don’t be like this, i love you and i don’t want to see you like this” you said now full on letting everything flow. “then leave” he said. “you know what fuck you” y/n said before slapping him. “i loved you, but this side of you is something else” y/n said walking away crying. that was the last time she saw fabian.

*fast forward for what felt like 1000 years*

May 24 (backstage at nxt):

for the past couple of weeks you have dominated the nxt women’s division by yourself. although you missed your imperium friends you couldn’t help but think about the fun time they’re having on smackdown.

but with fabian. you couldn’t help but frown everytime you thought of him. the last thing he said to you was “just leave” y/n began to trail off in her thoughts when she heard someone call her name.

roxanne, indi, and cora all walked in the locker room to watch the show from backstage. at one point nxt did a promo over a new star. giovanni vinci. you couldn’t contain your tears at the thought of fabian. their styles were so much alike.

indi leans into y/n and says “this reminds you of him doesn’t it” you just nod your head in reply. “why hasn’t he talked to me in months” you said trying to contain anymore tears from falling down. “maybe he just needs to be alone” cora said. “he’ll come around” roxanne said trying to comfort you.

*2 weeks later*

June 7 (backstage at nxt):

as the giovanni vinci promo was shooting you still couldn’t help but think of fabian. that was until the promo revealed that it had been fabian all along.

“giovanni vinci coming next week” the screen said. y/n was excited but nervous to see one of her former friends. it has been around 2 months from when they last talked.

it was no secret that y/n had a thing for fabian. she always wished she would’ve told him when she had the chance, but she never had the confidence to.

y/n had made it her mission to get answers from fabian next week on why he betrayed her and imperium, but most importantly why he never attempted to reach out to y/n.

June 14 (backstage at nxt):

as y/n walked into the arena the first thing she saw was her former friend, her former team member, someone she had cared about more than anyone else. fabian was with the producers talking as he saw you from the corner of his eye.

“i’ll be right back with you guys” he said while making his way towards you. y/n tried to out walk fabian but he had his advantage with his long legs.

“y/n hold up” he said. “wait y/n, what’s going on” he continued to say. you stopped and turned around “what’s going on” she replied questioning what he just said.

“me and you were bestfriends, you were bestfriends with marcel and walter to then and you betrayed all of us, you betrayed me” she said trying not to cry. “tesoro… it’s not like that” he said as you started walking away.

June 14 (apartment):

after the show was over you started to head back to your apartment. as you got in your apartment, you took a shower, made yourself a snack, and put a movie on for you to enjoy.

as soon as your beginning to fall asleep on the couch you hear a faint noise knocking at the door. at first you thought you were just hearing things until the knocks got louder.

when you opened the door you saw fabian. “tesoro can we please talk” he pleaded. “talk about what fabian, they way you betrayed your friends or the way you broke my heart” she shot at him. “you have every right to be mad y/n but i just wanted you to know that i love you too, i wish i would’ve told you that when you came to my apartment that one night” he said as y/n just stood there in shock from what he just said.

“can i come in” he adds as he walks through the door before closing it. “why didn’t you tell me you loved me back the night i told you i loved you, why wait till now” she asked sarcastically.

“you have every right to be mad my love, but when you came to my apartment that night i was already consumed with emotions from everything that had happened that i took it out on the wrong person, i took it out on you and that was the worst thing i’ve ever done to someone, i am so sorry my love” fabian said.

“fabian i have loved you since the very first time i saw you and-“ he was cut off with fabian pressing his lips to her. before they knew it shirts when flying. as fabian was kissing y/n, he lifted her legs around his waist and placed her down on the bed.

before things could escalate anymore fabian put a condom on. “i don’t want any surprises” he says joking. you found that funny to so you began to laugh.

as fabian placed his nice, hard, long cock in you. you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. as fabian started going down on you, you both started to let out heavy moans.

everytime he went down on you, he hit your g spot in the right place everytime. “i’m so close” y/n says panting. “not yet” fabian says kissing her neck.

as they continued to kiss each other passionately they both exploded. as they both continued to pant fabian said “i love you tesoro” kissing her forehead. “i love you more” she said resting her head on his chin.

from that day moving on y/n and fabian publicly made their relationship official and started dating. they would often do mixed tag teams together and escort the other to the ring. y/n and fabian couldn’t be anymore happier with their relationship.

the end

sorry i’m not really good at these ahah, but there are hardly any fabian fan fictions so i’m adding another one to the app. thank you to everyone who read.

[domesticblisss]

148 with Fabian aichner please

148 - “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

drabble prompts

They met on their first day at the performance center. Being signed by WWE had been a lifelong dream for the trio and soon, her, Fabian and Marcel were inseparable. They did everything together, from riding from city to city to sharing an apartment.

But as much as she loved Marcel, what she felt for Fabian was much, much stronger, and, for the sake of their friendship, she kept her feelings hidden.

The boys always made fun of how easily she fell asleep when they watched movies or when she watched them play whatever new video game had just gotten released. Twenty minutes in and she would curl up like a cat on their couch and sleep. Marcel always laughed at the sight, but to Fabian, it was the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

Every time she fell asleep on their couch, she would wake up tightly tucked in on her bed. And whenever she asked who took her to bed, she was met with silence on Fabian’s side, and some silly joke from Marcel. More often than not, when she wasn’t in deep sleep, she would feel a pair of soft lips kissing her, always between her cheeks and the corner of her lips.

She had barely fallen asleep when Fabian took her in his arms, carrying her to her bed and gently tucked her in. As usual, he kissed her, and said goodnight.

Before he could leave, she spoke.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I don’t want to ruin our relationship, principessa.”

“You won’t, now give me a real kiss.”

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Untangle

Fabian Aichner x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,182 Summary: Getting ready for a party is fun but it’s changing at the end of the night that’s the biggest struggle

Finally, you sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Kicking the heels off, that you’d unbuckled in the car ride home, tossing your coat onto the couch as soon as you entered,  and sighing so loud it had made him chuckle. 

Finally, you got to sit down in your room, finished with all social activity for the night. 

And maybe for the year, too. 

You stared at yourself in the mirror, your makeup lay strewn out on the vanity, bottles left uncovered, hairbrush and curling iron, unplugged, but left haphazardly too close to the edge, glitter and foundation stains on the top of it all. You’d have to clean it all eventually, but for now you just wanted to take everything off and fall asleep in the shower. 

But the longer you stared at yourself, the less sure you were about where to start. 

One hand went to your hair, held together with an entire drug store’s supply of pins. It had given you a headache all night, and was probably the best thing to start with. But your arms were too tired to hold up that long, so you didn’t even bother. 

You’d probably go to sleep with it as it was, you thought.  

You decided on the jewelry, first, the smaller rings and bracelets you wore, pulling each one off with great effort, dropping them in the top drawer with all your other jewelry. 

Next, the earrings. The long, heavy earrings that made you think your ears were going to fall off before the end of the night. You leaned your head down so you didn’t have to bring your arms up too high. Pulling out the backs of each earring, dropping it alongside the other pieces, you lifted your head up with ease and a newfound lightness. 

Next was the necklace, but you found yourself in the same dilemma as with your hair. It was too much work to keep your arms up and undo its delicate hook.

“Need help?” 

You watched through the mirror as Fabian walked towards you, now changed out of his suit from this evening into just a pair of sweatpants. 

“You look so comfortable,” you mumbled. 

He came up behind you, hands on your shoulders, kissing the top of your head, 

“Where do you want to start?” he asked, softly, resting his chin on top of the intricate updo that made you want to cut all your hair off at once. 

“The hair,” you mumbled. He smiled, and pulled your chair closer so he could sit on the edge of the bed. 

One by one, he pulled out the bobby pins in your hair, taking great care to unfurl each curl before moving onto the next one. You both sat in silence, and as you watched him work, brows furrowed in concentration, you could feel your eyes grow heavier with sleep, 

“I could sleep right here,” you mumbled, leaning back into his touch. 

Another kiss to your cheek, 

“Not yet,” he said. 

“Then talk to me, or else I’m gonna pass out like this,” you said, yawning. 

“You looked beautiful tonight,” he said, raking his fingers through your hair. You sighed, contentedly, 

“So did you,” you said, dropping your head back and looking up at him. He winked at you, but continued,

“And I’m proud of you for behaving yourself, too,” he said. “Even if your cousin didn’t.” 

You rolled your eyes, 

“I was one comment away from making a scene,” you grumbled. 

“I know,” he said, smiling. He looked at you through the mirror. “And I was getting worried at the end.” 

“Wouldn’t have been the first time she and I got into a fight at a family party,” you mumbled. 

“Everyone looked like they were waiting for it to happen,” he said. 

“Welcome to the family,” you said, sarcastically. 

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he said. 

“Yeah, I know,” you said. 

“And it was still a good party,” he offered. You smiled, closing your eyes as he dragged his nails over your scalp and through your hair,

“At least you were there this time,” you said. “It’s nice having someone in my corner, now.” 

“You have me, always,” he whispered, making you smile wide as he pushed your hair to the side, now.  “Better?” he asked. 

He had pulled out every last pin from your hair, made sure to undo any knots, brush it back, all without you even knowing, without so much as a tug at your head. You weren’t sure how he’d managed it, honestly. 

“Mhmm,” you nodded, leaning into him. 

“The necklace?” he asked, brushing his fingertips over the base of your neck, over the jeweled choker. 

“Please,” you said, quietly. Still, you kept your eyes closed as he carefully unhooked it, pulling it off you as gently as possible. 

And you finally felt like you could breathe a little easier, the weight of your hair and jewelry now undone, you felt as light as a feather. 

You heard the bed creak as he stood up, carefully placing the necklace on the vanity, careful not to hit anything else as he moved back. 

You had to stand up, needed to change and take your makeup off and get ready for bed, but you still needed a minute. 

You felt his lips on your neck, soft and barely pressing down as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Come on,” he whispered into you. You groaned. “I’ll help with this,” he added, one hand unzipping the back of your dress, his thumb trailing down your back with each inch the zipper revealed. 

You smiled, finally opening your eyes up to look at him, 

“I can take care of that myself,” you whispered, tilting your head back to kiss him, straining your neck for the upside down kiss that made both of you smile into it. 

“Just in case?” he insisted, smiling against your lips. 

You smiled back, and pulled away from him. Fabian kept his hand laced with yours as you stood up, pulling you into his arms, the AC sending a shiver down your spine now that half of your dress was undone, 

“Well you already did half the work,” you said, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around his waist, “might as well finish it up.” 

He smiled wide, pulling the rest of the zipper down, helping you out of the dress. And even though you were freezing now, you let him kiss you again, slower this time, as he pulled you flush against him. 

You still needed to take your makeup off, clean the discarded clothes off the bed, and put your things away before you could go to sleep. 

But as Fabian pulled you down onto the bed with him, holding you tight, you figured everything else could wait. 

You were tired and the day had been long enough. 

All you really needed was to be in his arms, laying on top of the mess on the bed, dangerously close to falling asleep, just as you both were.

[domesticblisss]

A and F with Fabian Aichner?

a - adorable (what do they find especially endearing)

fluffy alphabet headcanons

fabian is so enamoured with you that everything you do is adorable to him;

of course, somethings stand out;

like the way you stick the tip of your tongue out and bite it, in deep concentration;

or how you get goosebumps every time he rests his hand on your lower back;

but he is sure his favourite is when you blush when he sends you racy text or picture when you are out with your friends.

f - flirty (how do they flirt)

fabian is a bit shy, but not shy enough to hide his feelings;

he will always compliment you;

he will ask you if you want him to spot for you;

basically, he will offer to do anything for you;

when he noticed the feeling is mutual, he gets more cheeky;

he starts joking more, some of those joking with double meaning;

and of course he uses the fact of being italian as an advantage;

he will start whispering the most filthy sounding things that will leave you wanting to learn italian so you can respond to it.

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Is it HOT IN HERE?!?! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🥵😩

@omg-im-such-a-masochist kills it EVERY. TIME. Setting my soul on fire in such few words?! Yes she knows how 😏

Thank you my beloved I so appreciate you!!!

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Hello Queen!!! Thank you for giving us LIFE each and every day! 💙🥺

I was wondering if you’d be open to a Marcel/Fabian drabble?? Whatever comes to that sexy genius mind of yours we love to see it 🔥 Thank you always!!! 💙✨🥰

Hi gorgeous! Aww, you’re so kind, thank you so much for such compliments 🥰 Thank you for following me ❤️

I’m not that familiar with NXT UK wrestlers but I think I can work something with Fabian 😏 Let’s see if I will not totally embarrass myself with this one 😂

@thenightmareismyreality Thank you for Beta reading it for me ❤️

P.S. Yes, I’m obsessed with massaging giant men 😂 and sorry if this is complete garbage 🤣

Fabian sighed when he entered your bedroom. You were laying down on the bed and noticing the tiredness all over his face, you asked

“Are you ok, baby?”

“I’m fine, amore (love). Just tired” He smiled weakly

“Do you want to take a hot shower to relax a bit?”

“I already showered at the gym” He undressed until only his boxers were left

“Maybe I can give you a massage to help you out with your sore muscles?”

“I can think of another way you can help me out” He straddled your hips, making your head stay at the same level of his crotch

Already sensing his intention, you raised one hand at his covered length, already caressing his half hard cock through the fabric

“Tell me what you need, baby” You cooed

“Mi fa un pompino (give me a blow job) ” He grunted, already caressing your hair

You smirked, darting your tongue out and tracing the outline of his erection through his boxers