#like he holds open doors for him and stuff and turns to roman like ''see i can be a gentleman!!''

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

I feel like when Virgil said he used to be scared of Remus he meant he was scared but would try to get a long with Remus. (While keeping distant lol)

Then Remus is madly in love and tries to get close to Vee no matter what lol

Yess

Whenever I think of them I think of that trope of a huge dark insane character that goes all dopey with heart eyes when that one character (who is usually much smaller than them) as much as lightly touches their hand (or, in other words, they are Morticia and Gomez)

I also like to think that in the past Virgil used to like listening to Remus' rambles every once in awhile because sometimes they involved things he likes (spiders, darkness, vampires, etc), and that was enough for Remus to decide that he was Good™

[hexgirl13]

hold me now

wc: 1,188

summary: after witnessing punk lose, you make sure that he knows he's not alone

warnings(?): cussing, established relationship, punk is honestly raging in this but who can blame him? age gap (punk is 46, reader is in her late 20s), use of y/n, sorta suggesting ending??

a/n: omg i was so livid when i saw that he lost bro i can't explain it "he should've won!!" i scream as they drag me back to the padded room

for the past forty minutes you had practically been on the edge of your seat. watching as cm punk, your boyfriend, fought for his life in a triple threat against roman reigns and seth rollins. you wanted him to win. he needed to win this. in his over two decade career, he was finally main eventing wrestlemania. when he came home to you and told you the news, you were over the moon for him. wrestling’s hottest couple had huge matches during one of the biggest wrestling events of the year. in the previous match, you defended and regained your women’s world championship against charlotte flair. and you practically rushed to punk’s changing room to watch his match.

his promo video nearly brought tears to your eyes. as a huge wrestling fan growing up, and a fan of punk himself, you were filled with nostalgia hearing ‘this fire burns’ fill the backstage area and watch some of his biggest moments. only for in living colour to perform ‘cult of personality’... this was truly what wrestlemania was about. how could they not let him win?

as you saw paul heyman grab a metal chair and slide it over to punk, you leaned forward to focus. you began to bite at the skin of your nails, freshly manicured nails be damned. however, when you saw paul hit punk with a low blow, it felt like the whole world had collapsed around you. punk laid there, completely broken, watching as roman picked up the chair and got ready to hit seth, only for paul to do the same thing to roman.

after that it all felt like a blur watching it. seth pinning roman, punk’s arm attempting to stop the pin, but barely coming up in time. one, two, three… match over.

seth rollins had won because of paul heyman’s help. punk sat in the middle of the ring, feeling and looking completely defeated. you couldn't keep watching this, so you grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, slamming it down. you stood up from your chair, and began pacing, still picking at your nails. you knew you shouldn’t have trusted heyman. the second you saw him, you had this feeling in your gut that he wasn’t to be trusted. it seemed like tonight proved that.

you stopped your pacing when you heard the changing room door slam open, nearly causing a dent in the wall. punk was pissed. who wouldn’t be? but i’m talking smoke coming out of his ears, face red kind of pissed. when he was angry like this, you knew better than to try and intervene. he slammed the door shut behind him, and almost immediately began throwing all the shit he could get his hands on. kicking over the chair you were previously sitting on, yanking his luggage off the counter, spilling all of his stuff onto the floor. throughout all this, though, not a single thing touched you.

he was breathing heavily, hair undone from the nice slick back it was previously in. his back was turned to you, giving you a full display of his tattooed and defined body. slowly, you walked up to him. one hand outward like you were approaching some rabid animal. your nails glided across the span of his shoulders, gently scratching them along the way. “hey, baby. you okay?” you whispered.

it was a stupid question. of course he wasn’t okay. you just didn't know how he would react to anything else. his body turned towards you, and you could see just how tired he looked. the second his big, brown eyes met yours, he broke down. gone was the cm punk that the world knew, or the one who was just previously raging, it was the one that only you got to see. he practically collapsed into, wrapping his arms around your waist and dropping his head into your neck.

you could feel warm tears dripping down your neck, wettening your shirt, but you didn't say a single thing. you just let him cry it all out. one of your hands scratched up and down his back, while the other played with his hair. “shh, it’s okay, honey. i’m so sorry. i’m so so sorry,” you repeated over and over in his ear with a soft voice. eventually, his quiet cries had subsided, and all that was left was his sniffles. his hands gripped the back of your shirt like it was his lifeline. “i can’t believe he fucking did that shit. i… i trusted him, y/n. i thought he was my friend,” he said, words muffled by your shirt.

you nodded at his words. “i know, baby. that isn’t fair to you. you deserved that win fair and fucking square. but, hey,” you pulled his face up and made him look at you, “i’m so proud of you, baby. you still main evented wrestlemania. you know how many people make it that far? barely anybody. you made it that far. and i’m so glad that you are one of those people. win or lose, i’ll always be proud of you, honey.”

his puppy dog-like eyes bore into yours as you spoke. your words hit him directly in his heart. he could feel himself just overflowing with love and admiration for you, ten times more than before. you were always his biggest cheerleader. always in his corner and with support no matter what. he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, all he could do was lovingly stare down at you. noticing his silence, you tilted your head to the side. “punk? you oka-?” you weren’t able to finish your sentence, before he slammed his lips against yours. a sound of surprise was muffled by his mouth, until you relaxed into the kiss. your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling him even closer. his hands tangled into your hair, gently tugging on it. he wanted you close. needed you close. he needed to know that you were here and real. after a few more seconds, you pulled away first, but not too far. his forehead pressed up against yours as you breathed heavily, trying to gain your composer from that bruising kiss. “what was that for?” you whispered.

he shook his head, focusing his gaze on your swollen, kissed lips. “nothing, i just… i love you so fucking much, baby. you know that?”

you giggled, ducking your head to hide your blush. “yeah, i know a little something about that.”

he quirks his eyebrow, tilting his head. “only a little?” you nod in response. he clicks his tongue, a smirk gracing his rugged, yet handsome face. “nah, that ain’t enough, baby. i gotta show you that it’s much more than a little.” gone was his previous anger towards him losing his match, all that was left was admiration and love for his girl.

using his strength, he grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you up to wrap them around his waist. you let out a squeal of shock. “punk, what are you doing?”

“i’m showing my little champion how much i love and appreciate her.”

[kingkat12]

Mr. Godfrey (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, everyone is freaky, Roman is an ass lol

summary: Mr. Godfrey is looking for a new secretary-- are you what he's looking for, or are you his biggest nightmare-employee come true?

word count: 2,595

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a/n: this is the first chapter of my new series, brat!! it's inspired by the movie 'secretary' starring my new love, James Spader, and this will be FUNNNN!! hope y'all enjoy<33

Some people are so poor that all they have is money-- Roman Godfrey was the poorest rich man on the planet. 

For a man with that much power, he had no control over how he gained it. I tried to rationalize his behaviour this way; with pity. Because if not, if I were to take everything to heart, if I were to harden myself with every figurative punch, I'd wilt like the flower Mr. Godfrey got as a present from the mayor of Pennsylvania; it stood in the corner of his office, dead, as a symbol for what my position in the company would be like if I messed up one of his orders or commands.

Or, so I assumed.

Because, as of now, I was simply getting interviewed for the position of his new secretary. I had no idea where that flower actually came from.

When I had made my way down the long glass corridor of Godfrey Industries earlier, a woman around my age stormed past me with a crumpled up piece of paper between her teeth, her mascara running down her cheeks as she clutched a large cardboard box of her stuff. It was clear that she must've been the last secretary, so I decided to take a closer look to scan who it was that I'd possibly be replacing-- but when I turned my head, I immediately noticed the tear along the back of her tight pencil skirt.

I successfully managed to suppress a small hitch of my breath; the lady that was escorting me to Mr. Godfrey's office sent me a sharp look, perhaps wondering why the possible new hire looked like she was about to be escorted across the river Styx in Hell. 

So, when she opened the door for me and told me to step forward into Mr. Godfrey's office, I decided to stop holding my breath. First impressions were important, no?

It didn't seem to be so important to him, though-- he was simply shuffling about a few papers on his desk, organizing them in the correct order of the people he was interviewing. Something about his nonchalance was beyond intimidating, his silence doing wonders in making me feel small; with a quick wave of his hand, he motioned towards the sleek black chair opposite him. 

Come.

The lady who had escorted me resorted to placing her hands at the small of my back, giving me a bit of a push into the office-- I had been standing still for a bit too long.

With a rather loud hitch of my breath, I somehow made it to the chair. But now that I was sitting in front of Roman Godfrey, the notoriously young CEO of his family's company, my eyes didn't leave the wilted flower in the corner of his office. He wasn't looking at me either, so it didn't matter. It was an orchid, a sad one at that-- I'd be sad if I were neglected to that degree, too. I could sympathize. 

Finally, he spoke; his voice was oddly boyish, with a sharp edge he couldn't erase even if he tried. "You have a bachelor's in business administration," 

It was the first thing either one of us had said. Clearing my throat, I straightened both my spine and my skirt, anxiously fidgeting while I smiled-- he didn't see it, anyway. Mr. Godfrey's eyes were safely hidden behind his brown hair. "Yes, sir,"

"You've taken a half-year course in secretarial science,"

"Yes, sir,"

"A minor in music, which you took on the side of your degree,"

"Yes, sir,"

"Why?"

I blinked; "Pardon?"

When Mr. Godfrey finally looked up, it was as though all my air got sucked back into my lungs, and like someone was clutching my trachea to make sure it all got trapped, similarly to a suction or a vacuum. The green colour of his eyes was so striking, I felt my own eyes widen almost like a way of battling for visual dominance before I could think it through-- just for a few seconds, we were staring at one another like dogs about to go into battle. Or, at least it felt that way. 

Something changed-- Mr. Godfrey's shoulder twitched, like a nervous tick. I knew right away that there was nothing nervous about him, though. No anxiety. No part of him that could ever get intimidated over someone widening their eyes at him in awe of his looks-- I was sure this wasn't the first time he had gotten gawked at like this, with pure blatancy. "A minor in music," he repeated, popping the k at the end. Not in a teasing manner, not in a bored manner, but as though he needed to clear his speech for me to understand, like I was some pathetic mess that had stumbled into his office. "Why?"

"I play the piano," I tried. "And it gave me a lot of easy credits."

Nodding, Mr. Godfrey didn't bury his face in the paper in front of him the next time he looked down, but simply took a glance before he drove his elbows into his desk and intertwined his fingers. Clad in a suit I had definitely seen on the front page of a magazine, probably worth thousands, his green eyes drilled into mine with intensity that nearly pained me. 

I couldn't do anything but smile. That polite girl smile. The one you give that creepy uncle, or that classmate you sit next to in high school as you pray he'll stop bothering you about the answer to question b. 

Then, he asked; "Are you married?"

"No," I was unable to hold back a small giggle. "When would I have had time for that?"

Mr. Godfrey remained unfazed by my light response. "Are you planning on getting married?"

Huh? "Not in the near future, no,"

Those damn eyes. Those damn, green eyes. He hadn't blinked in about a minute, and it was starting to irk me, right in my chest. "Are you single?"

My giggling intensified-- this was uncomfortable. "I'm sure that's a very inappropriate question," 

The image of his previous secretary flashed before my eyes, her eyes glossy and swimming in black mascara. Then, it was that damn ripped skirt. How had she managed to rip it in such a peculiar way? Had someone done it for her, perhaps? As I looked into Mr. Godfrey's eyes, I became sure that he was the type to rip both skirts and pantyhose. He'd definitely be the type of guy to be in a hurry about that sort of thing, yet he wouldn't take off the bra-- no, God no, because that's where he thought the show was. 

Inappropriate questions were allowed to be followed by inappropriate thoughts. They had to be.

But Mr. Godfrey didn't seem to bat an eye-- quite frankly, he still wasn't blinking. He seriously hadn't blinked in an unnatural amount of time now. "It's a yes or no question,"

"How would the answer to that question affect my position in this company?"

"Girls that have boyfriends are more likely to compulsively check their phones repeatedly throughout work hours, especially after fights. It's distracting, and for me especially," Mr. Godfrey spoke as though this was the most natural thing to discuss in a job interview-- he was smooth, now motioning a bit with his hands. The more I looked at his hands, the more I suspected he'd had them manicured. Was that a part of looking good for the job, or was he a self-obsessed narcissist? Then again, I'd also be self-obsessed if I looked like that. I could excuse it. Once again, I could sympathize. I could see myself forgiving him for his odd ways if I were to work with him so closely. But he continued, and with the most jolting sentence I'd ever been served by a stranger-- "I'm not in the least interested in you, so I wouldn't worry about the nature of that question. I'd rather you simply answered it."

My heart thumped. Once. Twice. It hit the inside of my ribs as my smile faltered, mostly in shock. Bastard. "I'm single," I mumbled, surrendering.

"Alright," he said, nodding as he intertwined his fingers again. This way, he almost looked deep in thought as he continuously scanned me for any signs of bolting out the door. I could understand that he was a hard man to work with, now that I sat in front of him. It felt like I was being scanned by some expensive MRI machine at the hospital, and that I had to sit perfectly still, prim and proper, for this to work. 

But then, he dug the candle into the middle of the cake-- "Are you a virgin?"

Had I had any water in my mouth, I'd have spit it out. My polite appearance cracked as I let out a shocked scoff; "Mr. Godfrey!"

"What?"

It was impossible not to laugh in disbelief. "This has to be against some laws!"

"What, are you feeling harassed?" His green eyes practically sparkled with sudden intrigue, and it was as though someone had pressed his on-button. Mr. Godfrey batted his lashes at me, almost as though he was mocking me, but not so clearly that I could point it out to him; "The way you're hesitating gives away that this would be your first job."

"This thing also gives it away," I protested, shooting my hand forward without thinking and pointing at my CV, pressing my finger down on the empty field. "I'm fresh out of college, sir. I need to start somewhere."

Amused, Mr. Godfrey sank his teeth into his lower lip, flashing a rather perfect set of pearly whites. "No need to look so horrified," he purred. "Catch your breath, now, girl."

"My breath is caught, sir," Slowly, rather mortified about having shot it forward in the first place, I retracted my hand and continued straightening my skirt. It was straighter than a ruler at this point, but it didn't stop me. Nothing could. "But that's still inappropriate to ask someone who is applying to work for you."

"Oh, quite the contrary," Mr. Godfrey finally sat back in his chair, swaying it a little from side to side. Now, with that amused look on his face, he seemed like a completely different man. "It shows how far you've gotten in life. I need someone experienced."

"To do... what, exactly, sir?"

He chewed invisible gum, cocky-- "To handle this job,"

"And would that logic work if I were a lesbian?"

"... Pardon?"

If this prick of a CEO wanted to be inappropriate, I could surely match him. I had gotten in trouble for my mouth countless times over the years, but now he had riled me up-- I knew I was done for the second I spoke, and everything I had been keeping together came rambling out in one heave; "Would I have to have been penetrated for me to handle this job, or would your logic still apply if I was a lesbian? Would I have had to lay down and take a cock for the first time to know how to handle this job? Would I have had to go through the experience of feeling myself being split open, the blinding pain of that, for you to know that I could take you stepping on me to get the job done at this company?"

I exhaled-- that felt good.

But a damning silence followed.

For a good thirty seconds, there was silence.

You could've heard a pin drop. I would've rather someone slammed that dead orchid to the floor so that it could be taken out of its misery.

Mr. Godfrey had certainly been stunned into this silence-- he had taken to his favorite pose, his fingers intertwined closely over his chest, as his green eyes continued to stay wide with shock. That look was still intimidating as hell, maybe even more so. Like this, I felt like if I moved, there'd be a sniper in the distance that'd shoot a perfect shot straight through my forehead.

But then, Mr. Godfrey swallowed, and I watched the bob of his throat. He sat up again, neutralizing his expression, letting his breaths come in slowly, naturally. With his hair covering his eyes again, he let his finger run over my CV, skimming it with a newfound nonchalance. "This job is dull," he said, almost with a mumble. "You're overqualified for it."

"Dull? I doubt it,"

Confused, Mr. Godfrey looked up at me through his brows-- it was rather eerie. "Why so?"

Finally, my smile was sincere, and I let go of my skirt. "This job just seems... far from dull,"

"Why?"

"Because I doubt that anyone who works for you ever has a dull day,"

Biting down on his intrigue, taking it out on his lower lip, Mr. Godfrey was back to not blinking. "I don't take it that you're complimenting me,"

"No, sir,"

"And you talk to your mother with that mouth of yours?"

"Every day, sir,"

"Good," Suddenly, Mr. Godfrey got out of his chair, or rather, shot out of it. My eyes widened with every second, mostly because he seemed to get taller for every single one of them-- standing straight, I would guess he stood tall at around six four, and his statuesque, long legs stepped away from the desk as he grabbed my CV. 

He came around the desk, now partially sitting on it to the side of me. Up close, he smelled like those expensive colognes for men that used to get me humming with approval at the airport-- intoxicating, and dangerously so. Yet there was something about him that I felt I could take on, something about the fact that he was barely a few years older than me; I couldn't shake the feeling. 

With a sigh, Mr. Godfrey skimmed my CV over and over, perhaps looking for imperfections that could skew him away from hiring me. Little did he know, I had gone over it seventeen times myself, and counting. He wouldn't find anything.

I caught him rolling his eyes, giving in to the temptation--

He handed me my CV with a groan, and I caught the scent of him even stronger from the inside of his wrist; I imagined he sprayed it right there and rubbed his wrists together in the morning. "You'll start with simple tasks in the first few weeks you work here. You can thank the company policy for that, because that is not a kindness I'd be giving out so freely myself," he grumbled, begrudged by his decision. "I already have a paralegal, so you'll be the one to oversee my schedule, check my email, answer my email, and fetch me my coffee. Not too much milk, one cube of brown sugar, stirred three times. Got it?"

Beaming, I accepted my CV with both hands, letting my excitement shine through my eyes. Embarrassingly enough, I felt two seconds away from squealing with excitement. I had secured my first job, after all. "Thank you, Mr. Godfrey! You won't regret this, I swear!"

I caught him wanting to smile-- then, I also caught him catching himself before he offered me any kindnesses. "I better not," he huffed, pushing away from his desk. "Keep being good, and this should end just like it did with the last one."

... The one that ran out crying?

"I'll behave, sir," No more mentions of my first time or lesbian sex-- noted. 

By the time Mr. Godfrey had sat down in his seat again, he was practically glaring at me. Was it my use of words? Was it that he felt indulged? "I will know if you stirred four times," 

"Pardon, sir?"

"The coffee,"

... Oh.

This was either going to be the most fun I'd ever had, or I was about to end up like that orchid in the corner.

"On it, Mr. Godfrey,"

(a/n: EEEEEK I've been waiting to write him in an office scenery.... PURR hope y'all liked it<333)

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[jewelsli]

DC X DP X Captain Marvel/Shazam (Part 2)

Before I continue, here’s a real quick Headcannon for this, so when Danny became the ghost prince, it was a pretty big deal, but since he didn’t want to deal with all the fame stuff he made sure only the people who needed to know were informed(this includes the champion of magic and the lords or order and chaos(they don’t know exactly who he is just that there’s a new ghost prince)). Sam is the new fright knight (the old one is training her), Danielle and Dan are also royals, Tuck and jazz are helping in different areas too (tuck is a kinda judge and jazz is helping new ghosts and getting everyone some therapy). The Champion of magic and Ruler of the Infinite realms interact a lot and are two of the greatest forces in the universe, they also help each other to stop entire universes from dying(Infinite realms is the stuff between universes and the Rock of Eternity connects every universe and supplies it w/ magic), anyway with that out of the way…

here’s the next part! (Once again I am not the greatest writer so don’t expect anything to amazing)(also I mostly know about billy through fanfics and have yet to read the original comics)

(oh also Danny looks his normal age here, he lets a bit of his eldritch form leak into him so he looks older at the JL)

Danny glanced around the room that the meeting was taking place in, it was different from most of the infinite realms, in a way that it just felt more… it felt like how pop rocks taste, sweet but sharp. It was different from the spiky citrusy(or maybe metal?) feeing that most of the realms had. Clockwork had told him it was because they were in a pocket dimension between the infinite realms and some place called the Rock of Eternity(wait hadn’t marvel mentioned something like that?), so there was more magic here then usual. The sound of a door opening caught his attention and he swiftly turned to see the door opposite to the one he had come from open as a small figure stepped through.

A small figure with a very familiar aura(I can’t remember the word I want to use so whatever) stood in the doorway.

After the door closed and the harsh backlighting disappeared he could see more of the kid(who looks his age), they were wearing golden sandals with what looked like wings on the sides, a robe? Thing??? Whatever they called those back then, which was white with golden edges(think how cap’s cape looks), he also wore one of the golden leaf crown thingamajigs around his head. The kid was holding a lightning staff that was taller then they were and had a matching lighting bolt amulet. Overall they looked like some sort of Greek or Roman royal, or at least how he would imagine them.

The champion seemed to be surveying him in the same way, from his crown of black fire and ectoplasm, to his cape of stars, why yes he was extremely fashionable, thank you for noticing! He cleared his throat before holding out his hand to the kid, “Danny Phantom, prince of the Infinite Realms.” He introduced, the kids eyes widened for a moment before they reached forwards and shook his hand, he saw the Lichtenberg figures tracing along his arms, similar to his own scars from the portal, but while his were an ectoplasmic green, the other’s looked like they were inlaid with gold. “Marvel, champion of magic,” he finally introduced.

wait-

They both stared at each other for a few moments, finally the other kid spoke up. “I knew you felt different from a normal ghost!” He exclaimed with a smile, letting go of his hand as Danny paused for a moment longer. “So THATS how you knew there was a new prince!” He said with the same smile as he put the pieces together, he had thought it was strange for a random leaguer who was only supposed to be mildly magical to know. Said kid laughed as he nodded, “Nice to have another kid on the league then, assuming you aren’t actually an immortal who just looks like a kid at least.” Marvel commented. Danny was struck by inspiration and(before his brain remembered that he was supposed to be acting all princely or whatever) quickly said, “We’re just like that Spider-Man meme!!!” And thankfully didn’t have to immediately regret it when Marvel seemed to agree. A noise if someone clearing their throat startled the boys.

“I’m glad to see that you two get along with one another,” Clockwork said with a sigh of exasperation, “But in case you forgot you are here to discuss the fact that a recent use of magic by the Sorcerer Supreme In Earth M-A73 has destabilized the universe and nearby realms.” Marvel looked surprised by his appearance but by now Danny was used to it. “Yes Clockwork we know.” He said in as annoying of a polite tone as he could manage, the entity sighed and faded away, he turned to the Champion ready to discuss the problem-

“WAS THAT CRONOS?!?!” He asked… maybe Earth M-A73 could wait for a bit.

[pixiesfz]

one door closes d.a x s.r x reader

plot: you were taken straight from nxt to authority and straight to Seth Rollins which Dean Ambrose doesn’t like.

warnings: bad fight writing and it’s just wwe no real life stuff

The Shield was over.

Seth had betrayed both Dean and Roman.

The authority had him in the palm of their hands and he was on cloud 9.

He didn’t need anyone.

At least that was what he thought until Triple H brought you up into the main roster from NXT.

‘The future’ is what Steph and Triple H called you, bringing you up straight into the authority and brought the you and Seth together a special bond forming.

Some say Seth hadn’t cared about anybody that much since the shield.

You and Seth worked together, watching eachother on the sidelines, but Seth was getting cocky

Too cocky.

The camera followed you as you ran for Seth, when spotting him you whacked his free shoulder that didn’t hold his championship.

He turned around holding his shoulder with a small glare “uhm ouch” he seethed and you rolled your eyes

“Why are you trying to take on John Cena, we don’t want that right now!” You scolded him and he shrugged “look I’m obviously going to beat him and win the United States title”

You pointed your brows at him as he faltered in his spot, face turning red “You don’t think I can beat him?” He asked, stepping forward to you but you stood still

“I think you can beat him in time, not right now, we’ve had too much on our plate right now Seth”

Seth didn’t like that answer as he waved his arms around

“But I’m the best in the world” the crowd boo’s

“Okay CM Punk” you rolled your eyes

Seth kissed his teeth “you know what” he waged his finger in the air, anger fuelling off his body.

“You also have the tag team match with you, Kevin Owen’s vs Cessaro who has to still find a partner, you don’t know who the partner is yet!” You whisper yelled, looking around so nobody could hear you

“You need to calm down and humble yourself” You warned him

“Or what?” He dared her, their faces inches apart

Furious, you looked up to him, “Or I’ll be the first one to pull out the chair” she told him, referencing his betrayal to shield, the crowd going crazy with shouts.

Seth’s fist were clenched, lifting them just before she stomped off

“This conversation isn’t done” Seth yelled out to you but you didn’t dare you look back.

You knew you could have taken it a step too far but you were looking out for him, he was just too far up his own ass to realise.

Blinded by anger you didn’t see the body you were about to run into until you hit it hard.

Stumbling back and a hand went out to grab your wrist

“Uh- sorry?”

You looked up from the floor, flipping your hair “watch-“ you stopped when you saw who you bumped into

Dean Ambrose.

The crowd went crazy

He looked you up and down, even tilting his head like a puppy dog

“Can I help you?” You said bitterly as he continued to stare, you creased your brows in confusion of the man.

“Hello?!”

The lunatic fringe jumped out of his daze “what?” He shrugged and you looked at him with wide eyes “you were staring at me!”

“Ohh yeah” he hummed “I was trying to figure out how I know you but I realised…. You’re Seth’s new trophy” he nodded

“Excuse me! I am not a trophy”

Dean snorted “sorry, I’ll correct myself, you’re his little helper”

“I am not his little helper!”

He gave you a pointed look “have you not helped him since you came up from NXT?”

You opened your mouth to reply but nothing came out.

“I couldn’t help but seem to notice that since he’s in so much need of you, you haven’t been in many matches” he played with his bandages on his hand and your face went red.

You hadn’t thought about that, but he wasn’t lying.

“Shut up Ambrose” you grunted and he looked up “You know my name?” he smirked

You grunted, looking away from him “course I know your name, shield and all” you reminded him and he rolled his eyes

“Yeah you’re boyfriend say anything else about me?”

“He is not my boyfriend”

Dean smirked “so you’re single?”

You scoffed “in your dreams”

“Well yeah” he shrugged and the audience laughed as you span your head towards him.

“What? My mother told me never to lie”

You chuckled at the man’s words “Seth was right about one thing, you are unpredictable”

“Speaking of Seth don’t you have to go help him” he teased, annoyed that the ‘architect’ had been brought up “kinda, have to figure out who Cessaro has picked for the tag team against him and Owen’s”

“Cessaro needs a tag partner?” Dean asked and began to look off as he was thinking, you thought nothing of it

“I just said that-“

“I have to go” Dean suddenly said before running off

“He is weird” you mumbled before the promo went off.

You walked in behind Seth’s he entered the ring, waiting for him to pass you his championship belt as you swing it over your shoulder, turning around to wave at the crowd which was mixed with cheers and boo’s.

Kevin was already in the ring, fist pumping Seth and sending a salute to you, making the audience laugh.

Cessaro’s music hits and you roll your eyes and turn to the fans who are begging for pictures.

You shrug your shoulders “sure!”

Michael Coles laugh is obnoxiously loud “look she’s taking pictures”

“Well we did see her and Seth in a squabble”

“Trouble in paradise Cole?”

“I don’t think there was ever a paradise JBL”.

You smiled in the pictures until Cessaros partners music drops and you straightened up with a scowl on your face.

“And his tag team partner: Dean Ambrose!” Lillian announced and Seth looked down at you as you glared at Dean, the ex shield member sending you a wink.

You fucked up.

The whole match you spent on your toes, watching over as finishers were thrown left right and centre and each team kicked out.

“You’ve got this” you yelled out to Seth who was on the floor but Dean walked over looking at you with a smile before picking Seth up “thanks” he said with a thumbs up before hitting Seth with the dirty deeds, flipping him over and allowing Cessaro to take the pin.

1,

2,

3.

Cessaros music hits and Dean and Seth both look down at you from the ring.

You look at Seth with worried eyes until you heard the screech of the microphone and the heavy breaths of a certain lunatic.

You picked Seth up from the floor giving him his championship belt as he held onto your waist for stability.

“Hey, hey” he started, pointing towards you as Seth tightened his grip

“Thanks for telling me about the match” he smiled and Seth let go of you “what” he muttered, feeling betrayed

You ducked in a breath “I didn’t mean to” you told the long haired wrestler “It just came up-“

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you two were on speaking terms”

Dean coughed into the mic “and to properly thankyou, I talked to the man upstairs and I got you a match next week!” He smirked as the crowd cheered

Seth went to run up back to the belt but you held him back, eyes locked on Dean “what!” He yelled back at you and you let him go.

“I uh- I” you started looking between the two before looking back at the crowd

“bye” you said quickly before jumping over the barrier and running into the crowd.

Dean laughed into the mic

“She learnt that from you”.

The next time you saw Seth was when the authority called in a meeting, walking in you were met with Seth, triple H and Stephanie all looking at you.

“I think we need to discuss your match coming up”

“She shouldn’t be doing it” Seth stood up and you swung your head towards him “sorry?”

“I don’t trust Ambrose”

“It’s not like I’m fighting him-“

“She’s doing the match, it’s a title match, did he tell you that” Triple H smiled and so did you which seemed to piss of Seth even more

“No I said no.” He stood up

“Excuse me, you don’t get to make those decisions for me” you pointed at him

“Well this time I am”

“Why?”

“Because-“

“I don’t care what your reason is it was a rhetorical question!” You snapped “I don’t care if you still have a grudge on Ambrose atleast he got me a match, which is more than you’ve ever done!”

The room went quiet, Stephanie taking a sip out of her mug.

“Well then” triple H grumbled “good luck on your match” you smiled, but it wasn’t full “thankyou”.

You turned your attention to Seth seeing if he had anything to say

“I’m not walking you down the ring” he told you, looking out the window “right” you twisted your lips

“Then I guess you don’t need to be here then”

He cleared his throat “guess your right” he then stood up, grabbing his belt and walked out the door, slamming it after him.

“Don’t worry about him” Stephanie waved it off “he’s just jealous”

“He shouldn’t be” you said sternly and she just tutted her lips as Triole H smirked at his papers.

“Alright let’s talk Nikki Bella”.

All ready to go home you had your hair in a messy pony tail and a t shirt that you were regretting bringing as the air was cold.

“You seem a bit chilly” a gruffly voice said behind you as Dean Ambrose appeared with his bag.

You stuttered with your words, not actually knowing what to say “uhm- uh- yeah I am, regretting the choice, I guess it was hotter when I packed”

“Yeah” he agreed before immediately taking off his jumper “here take this” he held it out for you and you crossed your head “no it’s yours” “just take it” he smiled and you grabbed on to it “better not smell”

He shrugged “maybe”

You put the jumper on and smiled at him “I just wanted to say thankyou for the match, triple H just told me it was for a title so thankyou extra for that”

“Well you were my favourite diva in the whole of WWE”

“was?” You asked

“Yeah well you were until you were kidnapped by Rollins”

You face faltered at the mention of him but you shook it off “just still thankyou, you didn’t have to do that, because I didn’t actually mean to tell you about the match”

“Am I sensing a friendship between us” he joked and you scoffed “no way”

He scoffed back “uhm yes we are, I got you a title match!”

You look back up “How bout I think about it?”

“I’ll take it”

You rolled your eyes playfully before he walked past you with a smirk, the crowd stars to cheer but begin to scream when a longer haired wrestler walked into view.

“Look-“ Seth started but you shooshed him

“No- not right now Seth” you said before storming off

What you didn’t see was the DA look go on the back of the jumper that Seth was seething at as he watched you leave.

You warmed up in the hallway, getting ready for your match until AJ Lee, your usual tag team partner ran up to you “you ready?” She asked, all giddy “yeah, yeah I am actually”

“Is Seth coming?” She asked, looking around for him and you clenched your teeth “no he’s not” “why not you always walk out with him”

“Yeah I don’t think I’m doing that anymore”

The glare on your face made AJ not question anymore as she patted you on the back for good luck and walked off.

You smiled as your music hit and you walked out alone, the crowd cheering for your in ring return as Nicki Bella glared down at you.

You just waved as you then pointed at the Divas title around her waist and then pointing at yours “mine!” You yell.

JBL hummed into his microphone “as we can see no Seth Rollins behind her to support” he said “of course he isn’t he only cares about himself he has made that very clear”

When the bell rang you spent no time wasting, hitting the champion with a super kick to the chest.

It was about 5 minutes into the match you held the Bella girl with a submission hold, she was about to tap until Seth’s music hit, distracting you for a second allowing Nicki to get out of the hold and try to pin you over which you kicked out of at two.

You rolled out the ring on the other side of Seth who was going through the bottom of the ring until he held out a chair.

You jumped back into the ring as The ref hadn’t been looking as it looked like Seth was about to pass you the chair

You stepped forward as he was looking at you but last second threw the chair to Nicki.

He watched as your face turned into betrayal but quickly washed away as Nikki smashed you with the metal chair.

Doubling over in pain she repeatedly hit you until throwing it away as Seth stopped distracting the ref.

He wanted you to lose.

That’s when Deans music hit.

Your head picked up with a smile as you jumped back onto Nikki,

Pulling at her hair before pulling her back into the submission.

You took this time to look on the side line and to see Dean going at Seth.

The crowd was blazing and before you know it the bell rang.

Nikki tapped out.

You were Divas champion.

You couldn’t believe it.

Dean rolled into the ring next to you whilst the ref passed you the Divas belt.

Dean grabbed your hand and lifted it up

“Let’s go!” He yelled and you tried to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.

Seth stood up from the floor and backed away from the ring before running back into the gorilla.

When one door closes.

You looked up to Dean.

Another one opens.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Vampire x Princess in a tower pt.2

Pt. 1

Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/cherie47467

TW: Love-bombing, non-con, dubcon.

Ever since your transformation into a vampire at the hands of Roman, the two of you have been inseparable. Feasting on the blood of beasts and man, being the most animalistic one could be. Not only that, but the sex has been better than every other fucking before.

"My darling, how about we go home to your kingdom and get some fresh blood?" Roman proposes, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulders. "We can also get some of your things and complete your move-in."

You hold back a moan as his teeth graze your skin and rub your husband's head.

"I think that's a wonderful idea. Besides, I need to get out of this castle," You respond, getting out of the chair and walking to your closet. "Casual or noble casual?"

"Casual. I like seeing you in that white dress with all the ribbons and ruffles. It makes me feel like I'm turning you all over again," Roman answers, not bothering to hide the tent in his pants. "But must you desire to escape my castle so badly? Why can't you stay here forever with me?"

"Roman, I've been cooped up in buildings long enough. I'm a vampire and more capable of exploring the world now. Imagine, I can go to all the village festivities, go to markets, buy food and the best wines!"

Roman glares at you, his purple eyes darkening.

"Roman, why are you looking at me like that? Are you really that bothered by me having fun outside that much?" You say, tying the ribbons on your dress.

"Yes. I mean, what if your former fiance wants you back?" Roman replies, walking towards you and helping you tie the rest of the ribbons.

"My former fiance is somewhere else and married to another. He literally forgot about me in a tower. That's how you found me!"

"Ok, and what if someone else tries to steal you away?! You're a beautiful maiden, and anyone would be eager to steal you away! Why can't you understand how I feel?!"

"You know what if you want to stay inside the castle that badly, you can stay! I'm going back to my kingdom to get my stuff."

You walk away from your lover, not noticing the desperate look on his face. As you venture through the woods to your kingdom, Roman is sending his best bat servants to secretly follow you.

~~~~~~~~~~

You throw the castle doors open, expecting to be met with scrutiny. Instead, the loving arms of your mother and father embrace you.

"My dear daughter, where have you been? We've been looking for you everywhere. I'm so sorry we were deceived by that horrible man!" Your mother weeps, not caring about your fangs. "If we had known he was a crazy cult member, we would've never engaged you to him."

"I'm sorry, cult member? What are you talking about? I thought he wanted me gone so he could marry someone else?" You ask, letting go of your parents.

"No. Turns out he belonged to a cult worshipping a powerful vampire named Roman Beaudelaire, who is centuries old and amassed powers that thrive in the darkness. He left you to die so Roman could find you and make you his wife for eternity. But I see he's already completed that part," Your mother says sorrowfully. "We can go to the royal doctor and return you to normal if you want."

"No way, Roman wouldn't do that. He saved me," You reply, remembering how Roman fed and nursed you back to health.

"Sorry, sweetie," Your father says, showing you a picture of Roman talking with your former fiance, both dressed in dark cloaks.

"I need to see the royal doctors now," You stammer, feeling ill.

Unbeknownst to you, a little bat had heard your conversation and returned to its master. Only to deliver news that Roman would find most dreadful.

~~~~~~~~~~

"She'll be fine after a couple of days. Just make sure she doesn't drink any blood, and her vampirism shouldn't return," The royal doctor says, taking the needle out of your neck.

"Get some rest, sweetheart. We'll bring you dinner later," Your father says, kissing your forehead.

The pain was all you felt as your body acclimated itself to normalcy. The most painful part was feeling your teeth and nails recede back into your gums and nail bed. As you drifted off to sleep, you saw a shadowy figure watching you but thought it was your mind hallucinating due to the medicine. When you awoke, you wandered through the royal gardens, reliving your childhood. After turning a corner in the rose maze, you find the path to your favorite section, the aquatic flora area. The entire area is covered in water with flowers growing everywhere. You enjoy the feeling of water touching your feet as you walk to the giant water lilies until you see your former vampiric lover standing before you. Without a second thought, Roman walks toward you and kisses your lips like he's never touched you before.

"I knew it. You went to the doctor to turn you back into a human again. Why? Why do you believe such lies about me after we spent weeks feasting on the blood of others and each other? I love you. I was saving you from your fiance," Roman questions, holding your shoulders.

"The only thing you "saved" me from was a happy life where I would marry someone else," You reply, shattering Roman's heart.

"Please, you've got to understand. I've been so lonely for all those centuries! I can't be alone again. I need you," Roman pleads, wrapping his arms around so tightly you can't break away.

"Roman, let go!" You exclaim, feeling his fangs on your shoulder. "I don't love you anymore!"

"Please, please don't leave me!" Roman cries, hugging you tighter. "I'll let you explore every part of my castle!"

"Roman-fine! I won't leave you! If-if I have sex with you right here, tonight, will you calm down and leave?" You ask, looking at Roman as his head moves from your chest.

"Of course," Roman replies, kissing your hand.

Roman uses his claws to swipe off the ribbons on your dress, letting the garment fall to the floor and get drenched in water. His eyes scan your body and force you to the ground, kissing your neck before his teeth pierce your skin. As you feel the blood drain from your body, your legs squirm underneath Roman. You feel weak and tap Roman to let him know you've had enough.

"Ro-Roman, please. Please, stop," You whimper, feeling faint.

"A little more, my love. I'm almost done," Roman whispers, kissing your neck and biting a new spot on your neck.

"Please-"

"You will enjoy my fangs."

You feel his power wash over you just like it did the first time in the carriage, and your body relaxes, heating up as you enjoy his touch. You shake with disgust as you see your shaky hand slowly make its way to Roman's head, pushing his fangs deeper into your shoulder. You feel Roman unbuckles his pants, and you see his bloody mouth smile.

"Darling, you look absolutely divine," Roman coos, about to kiss your lips.

Just make sure she doesn't drink any blood-

"No, anywhere else," You say, putting a hand between his lips and yours.

"Darling, don't be afraid. You've already been a vampire once. You know how good it feels," Roman responds, kissing the edges of your lips. "But if you must insist, I shall follow through."

Roman kisses his way down to your thighs, licking your inner thigh. You feel lightheaded, leaning your head back into the cool water, letting Roman enter you. You feel him thrusting, him kissing your chest as he pleasures you.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you and only you," He chants like a spell.

Your senses overwhelm you as the pleasure builds in your body, finally, you feel some peace as your vision goes black in the cool water of the aquatic flora section.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Princess Y/N!" A guard yells, seeing your body lying in the water.

You wake up, your head hurting, and see your naked body covered by Roman's coat. The sun's light makes your skin glisten, almost annoying you as it blinds you.

"Princess Y/N, are you alright?!" The guard yells, picking up your body and wrapping it with the coat.

"I'm fine. Just drop me off in my quarters, and I shall be fine," You reply, clinging to the guard.

The guard does as he's told and places you on your bed. Once the door shuts, Roman comes out from behind it and gives you a lovesick smile.

"I'm sorry I had to end our late-night romance so early. I wanted you to be awake when you experience the ultimate release from my pleasure," Roman says, walking towards your bed. "Now then, how about we return to the gardens tonight to finish where we left off?"

You can only lay in bed as he sits next to you, stroking your body.

"I love you, Y/N. No matter how many times you try to push me away, you know you'll come back to me. You loved being a vampire and being your most authentic and animalistic self. It's just the way things are meant to be. We're destiny," Roman says, kissing your forehead and sliding beneath the bed to cuddle you. "So stop denying me."

[caramelcleopatraa]

MEET AND GREET

word count: 1.3k

x: my belated post for my favorite birthday boy <3 whipped this one up in a couple of hours. hopefully you enjoy! please comment..... I love comments. btw, Elijah is your son and this story takes place on may 24th :)

content: suggestive themes, fluff, meet and greet scenario, reader is a mom

Elijah could barely sit still on the way to your destination. You had never seen him so excited other than the time you took off work to take him to Crown Jewel. Or the few times you gifted him Roman Reigns T-Shirts. He wore his favorite today in particular, coated with “Greatness On A Different Level” on the front in white with “MODE” at the bottom in bright red lettering. It should be no surprise that he’s such a fan since Roman’s your favorite wrestler as well. You were dressed in black sweatpants, crisp white air forces, and a “Levels Above” black hoodie. Your favorite hoodie. You would have dressed in a regular black shirt, but Elijah begged you to wear your merch as well. So here you guys were, pulling into the vast parking lot with a good amount of cars scattered everywhere. 

“Alright we’re here. Get your stuff ready to get out of the car.”

“Ok!” Elijah shifts around in his seat restlessly while you back the car into a parking spot near the entrance. Seeing him so excited made you happier than ever. Putting in extra hours at work to make this meet and greet was definitely going to be worth it.

After going through security, they directed you two to an empty room with many chairs and a background for pictures, assumingly. “Mom! It’s gonna happen! It’s gonna happen!” You couldn't help but laugh at him. He was looking at every door, waiting for Roman to walk in at any moment. You give him a couple of head pats, making sure not to mess up his new twists. “Relax Eli, it's supposed to be a surprise when he comes in, just talk to me for now.” He huffs and relaxes into the seat, wearing the most adorable pout. “I see you're excited,” You say, checking the time on your phone. 1:58. Two more minutes until he comes in. “I’m super excited! I’m gonna get him to acknowledge me!” He has a smug smirk on his face, puffing out his chest and pointing his thumb at himself. “Hah, suuure you are,” You say, looking at all of the doors around the room. Oh God. You were nervous.

“Hey! You said not to look at the doors, you’re cheating.” You sigh, feeling your heartbeat speed up. “Sorry Eli, just wanted to scope out all of the exits-” The double doors in front of you loudly open, letting in a large gust of warm air into the cold room. A man walks in the room, making Elijah jump to his feet. His “Greatness Amongst You “ hoodie and commanding aura.

Roman Reigns

Elijah jumps up and down with the widest smile on his face. Roman reaches his hand out and says, “How are you doing little man?” Eli’s hands fit in his like puzzle pieces. He was in his own world with his favorite wrestler. Talking and rambling about any and everything that came to mind, and Roman answered with jubilation. Discussing Roman’s career. Talking about shared interests. Giving Elijah warm words of advice. You knew he wasn't going to forget this. 

They took a couple of pictures together, and you turned around to return to your seat with a serene smile. “Mama! Come take pictures with us,” he called out, making you turn back around. “You sure?” He nods frantically and introduces you to Roman.

“This is my mama.” Roman nods and looks at you, holding his hand out towards you. “Hello mama.” Your eyes go wide, laughing nervously at the nickname and shaking his waiting hand. “Hello Roman,” You say standing next to him while Elijah prepares his pose for the picture. A sudden weight around your waist pulls you closer to Roman, touching shoulder to shoulder. He had slid his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The beat of your heart was so loud, and your body became hot. Even though you were both in hoodies, you were sure he could feel the heat radiating from you. His hand felt so nice on your waist. Strong, but gentle. He gave you room to adjust, but you weren't getting away from him in this picture. The photographer counts down several times, taking several pictures in several different angles and poses. When his camera went down, Roman’s arm left as well, the space around your waist replaced with emptiness.

“I like your hoodie,” Roman says, motioning to your hoodie. You notice his joke fairly quickly and laugh. “Ha ha very funny. Of course you would like your own hoodie.” Elijah taps Roman and motions him to get down to his level to whisper something to him. You stuff your hands in the hoodie pockets, your hands feeling ice cold compared to the rest of your body. Roman comes back up with an amused look on his face. His eyes scan you up and down, tilting his head and taking his time to look at every part of you. His eyes gravitate back to your face, taking in your beautiful facial features. You look down at Elijah and he has a mischievous smile on his face. Oh no. “Elijah just told me you are a fan too, huh?” You smile and look around the room to avoid eye contact, swaying from side to side. “Maybe.”

“Well we gotta take some pictures mama,” He says. “Do you have your phone on you?” You nod and pull your phone out of your side pocket and open the camera app. He takes a few selfies of himself, clicks a few buttons, and writes something on your phone. It takes him a minute, but after that, he raises your phone high, capturing you and him in frame. You keep your distance, throwing up a peace sign and your signature kissy lips. But he doesn't take the picture. He smirks at you through the camera and says, “Come closer mama, I don't bite.” You step up to stand right next to him, and he whispers ever so faintly, “There you go,” before taking several pictures.

He puts his arm down and hands you your phone back. “How long have you been a fan?” “About four years.” He smiles at you and grabs your hand. “Thank you, for your support, beautiful.” You look at your hands held by him as you get flustered. “D-don't mention it.”

The same double doors open again, and a woman comes in that you recognize. Oh, right. You had scheduled a tour for him to see backstage before showtime. “Elijah, your tour is ready,” the woman states, waving at him and shaking his hand. He looks for you and waves at you and you wave back, watching him leave the room with that permanent excited smile. “Can I take you somewhere?” You look at Roman, still holding onto your right hand. You look at him in question.

“Where are you taking me?” 

“To my dressing room.” ‘His dressing room???’

“You see, my birthday is tomorrow,” He says, walking you out of the cold room, guiding you with your hand in his around the crowded backstage area. “Oh, happy early birthday then.”

“Thank you sweetheart, but I'm gonna need more than that.” He lets your hand go and knocks on a brown door. No response. You looked at the door closer to see the name on the door in a white, bold font. Roman Reigns. He opens the door and faces you and says something you didn't expect.

“I want you to be my early birthday present, and I want to unwrap my present right now.”

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[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - The Box™

The idea of the TV comes from @ancha-aus and it was too funny to be left in a reblog, so I had to write it :D

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ALSO because I forgot to say it in the first drabble- Nightmare doesn't have his tentacles summoned because it's a waste of space and it makes his back hurt so he only summons them in very rare occasions

Dust woke up with the sound of metal kitchenware falling on the ground. He sighed.

- Please be a cat...

He pushed the covers aside, grabbed his jacket, put on his sweatpants, and walked to his bedroom door, stopping right before grabbing the handle. What if he went back to bed ? He heard metal clanking.

- Oh for God's sake.

He opened his door and was met with Cross holding Killer by his arm, the roman was sitting on the ground and holding a fork in his hand, the other kitchenware laying on the ground with the drawer they were previously in being opened. Dust stared at the two, and they both stared at him. It was nine am. Dust didn't want to deal with that at nine am. He turned to Nightmare to ask him if he could tell Killer to stop looking through his stuff but he stopped himself when he saw that the noble was still sleeping. Strange, he thought that nobles woke up early ? He was almost ready to see him judging him for sleeping in to be honest, but it seemed that instead he was the last one still asleep as Dust could see Horror looking at them from outside. Right, he should probably go open the door for him, not sure the viking knew how to open a sliding door.

He let Horror in and closed behind him, he saw Cross letting go of Killer who quickly assembled all the kitchenware to put them back in the drawer, because looking was a thing but making a mess was another, and Dust was his host, it wouldn't please the gods if he made a mess in his host's house. Dust was really wondering how Nightmare managed to sleep with all that noise.

- So, uh... ya'll slept well ?

As expected, none of them understood. Dust went to grab his phone that had finished charging overnight and went back on Google Translate, using the vocal command for French and Latin and letting Horror read the Old Norse as there wasn't any vocal sample for that. They all nodded.

- Good. Well.. I'll just make myself some coffee, and uh.. and we'll see from there, I need coffee first.

He declared as he went to the kitchen.

- Move.

He said to Killer, pointing at the livingroom. The roman looked at him for a minute before understanding and going back to his corner in which he apparently installed the lava lamp to make it more cozy. Dust sighed and turned the coffee machine on while he opened the cabinet above the sink, but before he could climb on the counter Horror grabbed a cup, by simply lifting his arm, and handed it to him. He didn't notice him following him.

- Oh, uh.. thanks ?

He said, quite confused, but took the cup to pour the coffee in it. Did Horror do that because he felt bad about last night ? He had made thumbs ups, he thought he would have understood it meant no hard feelings... well, at least he didn't have to climb his counter this time.

He looked through his cabinets as he sipped on his coffee, he was low on food, it was enough for him but he had five mouths to feed now, and what he had clearly wouldn't suffice. He'll need to go grocery shopping, which meant either take them with him or leave them alone in his apartment, and he didn't like neither options. He couldn't take them with him though, because monitoring them here was a thing, they couldn't go too far, didn't have much to do, didn't have to worry about people, but monitoring them outside ? In the middle of a crowded store ? When no-one spoke their language and they surely didn't even know what a store was ? Dust would die from stress before he could grab a cart. Plus he didn't have any clothes to lend them, the only ones being roughly his size being Killer and Nightmare, but he doubted Nightmare would agree to take off his fancy clothes and Killer didn't seem to know what pants were and Dust really didn't want to dress him up. He also didn't have the money to buy them all a new set of clothes, so he'll have to leave them here. Maybe he could put on a movie for them to watch ? That would keep them untertained.

He put his empty cup in the sink and went back to the living room to look through the drawers under the TV, searching for long movie so he would have time to shop in peace. He had a five hour long movie about the French Revolution but he doubted it would have been a good thing to show Nightmare, he didn't want to give him, well, nightmares, so he eventually settled on The Lord Of The Rings, which was three hours long, with the shop being fifteen minutes away, that left Dust with two hours and a half to shop, which was more than enough.

He got up to put the DVD box on the table and noticed that Nightmare had woken up and sat up straight. Saying that he looked disoriented would have been an understatement, his mind was clearly foggy. Dust checked the time, it was almost ten, Nightmare must have been exhausted to sleep that late. He went on Google again, just in time for Nightmare to speak, still sounding quite sleepy.

- Pourquoi ne pas m'avoir réveillé... ?

He asked. "Why didn't you wake me up ?" The translation said.

- Why would we ? You were tired, so you slept, 's as simple as that.

He answered, using the vocal command so Nightmare could hear it in French. He looked up at him confused, like he didn't understand that sleeping was made to rest when tired and not just to pass the night. That made Dust wonder at what time he usually woke up ? Surely around seven am, when the sun rises. Did they have alarm clocks at that time ? Or did his servants, because he surely had some, wake him up every morning ? Did he ever sleep enough by the way ? Maybe that would explain why he slept in and why he got so confused on why they didn't wake him up. Well, good for him, Dust thought, at least he got to rest.

Dust looked at the time again. If he went to the store now he would come back near one pm, so he would have time to cook and they could eat between one and two pm, which wouldn't be too late, and he would have the afternoon to make more researches.

- Okay everyone here !

He called, gesturing for the four to come closer or simply listen to him.

- I'm going to grab some food, so you will stay here and watch a movie on the TV while I'm gone, do not make a mess and do not fight.

He first translated in into French, then into Old Norse, which had some words missing because they didn't exist in that language, such as TV and movie, but Horror still understood that Dust would be out, probably hunting, and they had to stay here and be calm. Dust looked at Nightmare, waiting for him to translate for Killer, Cross having understood the general idea already. Nightmare rubbed his eye and focused for a bit before coming up with a translation, not knowing either what a movie was, but he figured the "TV" was this big flat black mirror behind Dust.

- Emit cibum et rogat nos ut hanc nigram cistam videamus dum abest.

Dust wanted to steal his knowledge, just open his head and take it, how was he so fluent in a language that had been dead for centuries ?!

He decided to leave it for now, having more important things to do, and just put the cd in the player before turning the movie on and going to put on his shoes to go outside. Cross looked at him for a few seconds before letting him get out of the apartment.

Dust sighed when outside, finally being alone. He grabbed his headphones and put on some music on his was to the store. French songs. To try and learn some words. Maybe choosing L'Assasymphonie as a starter song wasn't his best idea as it had quite a lot of complicated words, but the song slapped, so he kept it anyway.

It was the first time in his life that Dust had been happy to go grocery shopping, and also the first time it took more than two hours, he really wanted to appreciate some time away from everything, but he had to come back now, the movie was almost done and he didn't want them to make a mess the second they would be left without a distraction.

He opened the door with one hand, the bags in the other, and was surprised to see that Cross wasn't standing guard anymore. Well, surely he had joined the others to watch the TV. Dust came in, and just had the time to close the door before Killer litteraly jumped at his feet to hold onto his waist.

- Wh- ?!

- Quaeso ne nos in arca pone ! Bene erimus ! Promitto !

He begged as if his life depended on it. Okay what happened ? Dust looked up, inspecting his appartment, but everything was in order, the credits were rolling on the TV, Nightmare was on the couch, Cross was standing next to it, Horror was standing near the bay window, and, oh... they all looked at him frightened. Did he put a horror movie by accident ? He was pretty sure he grabbed the right box but the cds could have been mixed up. He recognized the names of the characters on the credits though, so he did put the right movie. But why did they look so scared then ?

- Killer, let go.

He pushed him, but Killer tightened his grip around him. He sighed, picking up his phone again to ask Nightmare what happened.

Nightmare flinched when Dust "talked" to him. Weird. He looked at him for a while before answering, seeming unsure.

- Allez-vous nous emprisonner dans cette boîte également... ?

Dust looked at the translation with incomprehension: was he going to lock them in the box too ? What box ? Why would he lock them in a box ? He looked up at them again, then at the TV.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Of course they didn't know what a film was, of course they would think it was real people, hell even he thought that when he was a kid, before he learnt about special effects and cgi, he thought it was all real, that people were really dying, so of course these four would think that real people were trapped in there, the only thing they knew was theater ! What Dust just did was basically show them his collection of enslaved people in boxes who he forced to perform elaborated scenarios where they would get hurt and possibly die. That couldn't be more terrifying and if he had been in their place he would have felt very threatened.

He quickly typed an explanation and translated it in all three languages, praying that the translation would be correct, to tell them it wasn't real, that these people were actors and these were simply the images of what they played, that they weren't trapped here and they weren't really getting hurt. He saw them relax a little, but they still seemed quite chocked, which was understandable.

- I'm, uh... going to make food then.. ?

Dust said awkwardly as he managed to make Killer let go of him, but the roman still followed him in the kitchen to sit by his feet. He didn't chase him, thinking that chasing him now would just make him think that Dust would lock him in the TV, or the box as they seemed to call it, so he just prepared dinner with the skeleton waiting on the floor. He heard Cross go back to the door.

- You can take a break you know.

Cross looked at him.

- You know, break, how do you say... pause ? Arrêter ? You can stop ?

He tried to translate from memory. Cross frown.

- Eo ne poez mie. Eo doi monter la warde.

- Yeah you already said that, but that's okay, you did a very good job, uhhh.. un bon travail.. ? So you can.. you can pause ? You can stop, bon travail, take une pause.

He managed to blurt out in a broken French with a smile, so hopefully Cross would understand. The knight looked at him before quickly turning away. Dust could have sworn he saw a faint purple blush on his cheeks. He wanted to ask him but the timer went off at that moment. Food was ready.

Horror helped him set the table, putting spoons for himself, Killer and Cross, and forks for Nightmare and Dust.

Cross avoided Dust's gaze during all of dinner while Nightmare kept eying Horror who was sitting next to him, surely to make sure he wouldn't touch him, Dust thought, as the noble seemed quite cautious of the viking, even though for now Horror was clearly not the dangerous type. Whatever, as long as they didn't fight, Dust wasn't going to force them to become friends.

He had a good feeling about Horror though, he was helpful and didn't look at him weird when he came up with broken translations. He kinda liked him. If they ended up being stuck here for a while he wouldn't mind him as a roommate.

He still hoped they would be gone soon though. He really didn't have enough money for all of them.

His bank account was almost empty already, and it wasn't even past the first half of the month.

He'll need to save money. Like, really save money.

[acapelladitty]

a lesson learned

Summary - After a failed attempt to escape being owned by Roman Sionis, he brings in the infamous Scarecrow to help correct such behaviours. (2.1k words)

(tw: sexual slavery, non-con, sa, whipping, mentions of previous abuse, restraints, open for a sequel)

Fic Masterlist ☆ Link to AO3 ☆ Kofi

Trying to escape Roman had been a foolish dream at best and Violet’s panicked eyes took in the scene before her as she struggled against the hard wood of the ‘x’ shaped restraint she had been placed against and strapped into. Her head throbbed, a delayed pain of the earlier blow which Roman had delivered to her skull, and her vision was bleary as her gaze darted between the two men who observed her with sadistic glee.

"Stupid bitch needs a lesson in manners." Roman spoke, directing his words to the man who stood by his side - his impressive height looming over Romans’ own. "She needs to know never to fuck with me again and I thought you would be the perfect solution to help 'correct' her bad behaviour, Dr Crane."

"Of course, Mr. Sionis." In full costume minus his mask, Jonathan Crane cut a terrifying figure and Violet sobbed into her fabric gag as she listened to them speak. "I'm always happy to lend my professional assistance with difficult patients. This one is even prettier than the last. How would you like her?"

"Broken and obedient, but not totally fucked up like the last one. She had to be sold at a reduced price because of all that babbling that your chemical shit snapped her into."

Ignoring the criticism, Crane nodded. "Modifications?"

"Eh," Roman shrugged, blowing out a puff of smoke from his cigar, "nothing nasty to look at. Maybe just the usual stuff that will make it hard for her to see herself as anything but a fuck toy to be used and abused.”

"Simple enough, Mr. Sionis. And I trust you will be joining me to assist in my work?"

"Of course. Maroni is up to some shit these days so I've been needing to keep an eye on him. I could use the opportunity to blow off some steam by listening to this stupid bitch scream.”

"Perfect. Then I suppose I'll begin my initial examination now."

Having been forced to listen to their entire exchange, Violet’s body shook violently. The last month had been a living hell, her forced abduction as she travelled home from work being only the beginning of her torments – a fact which quickly became known to her as she awoke in some kind of holding pen which housed two other women. They had been the ones to tell her of her new reality, a reality of her being little more than a sex object to be trained and used by anyone her new owner saw fit.

It was information which had sent her into a spiral of despair, her body thrashing and screaming out as it pummelled the iron door which kept her from freedom. In fact, she had kicked up such a fuss that her new owner had personally come to pay her a visit and check out his latest merchandise.

Roman Sionis, alias Black Mask.

He had been terrifying, standing tall as his goons dragged her from her holding cell and took her to one of the training rooms – an experience which still made her shudder to this day as they each took turns in using the various tools and instruments which Roman has collected to discipline his toys. It was an encounter which broke something within Violet, their abuse of her body and use of her various holes leaving her a sobbing, aching mess who had then been unceremoniously flung back into the holding pen as the other woman glanced at her with open fear.

But still, despite it all, after weeks of being forced into the most degrading and painful sex acts as an amusement for Roman and his various friends, Violet had gathered the strength to attempt an escape and had barely managed to make it past the second security door before she found herself taking a harsh baton to the stomach. A blow which winded her in an instant and made her drop to her knees, unable to do anything but struggle to breathe – it was almost a relief when the dark boot of the guard collided with her head and knocked her clean out.

The bliss of unconsciousness didn’t last forever though and awaking tied to this cross – her entire body nude and on display for the two master criminals who stood before her – had been almost as terrible as everything else she had been forced to endure.

She knew who the Scarecrow was, everyone in Gotham did, and to have him bearing down on her for a ‘medical’ examination made her heart stutter in her chest as the gag in her mouth held back her desperate pleas.

His hands were gloved, the digits long and thin as they pinched and groped at her body – sizing her up like a fresh slab of meat, like cattle at a market. He paid particular attention to her tits and plucked at her nipples until they were aching and reddened as she trembled in place.

“Lovely tits, don’t you think?” Roman interrupted, palming his cock through his slacks as he pulled a fresh cigar from his inner pocket, quickly lighting it up as he watched Crane with a cruel expression.

“Quite the specimen,” Crane agreed and Violet’s body stiffened in place as his thin fingers dropped from her tits to thrust unceremoniously up her sex, the two fingers feeling rough and extremely uncomfortable given her lack of preparation. “Receptive and responsive too,” he continued as his fingers pumped within her cunt for a few moments before pulling out just as roughly.

Crane’s fingers, the same ones which had just been within her, gripped at Violet’s chin as he forced her to meet his gaze.

“Do you think we should allow her to choose?”

“Nah, fuck her. Use the cable,” Roman replied, blowing out a thick puff of smoke as Violet thrashed against her restraints at the words.

The cable was a thin piece of wire, folded over on itself to create a loop which stung like hell as it tore into the skin of its victim and Violet had only experiences it once, the day after she arrived, as Roman – in his own words – gave her a taste of her life to come.

Seeing the cable in Crane’s hand as he picked it up from the table which housed all of Roman’s toys, Violet sobbed as he approached – stuttered pleas for mercy falling onto deaf ears as Crane paused for a second to drink in her misery before beginning her punishment.

The swish of the folded cable registered for only a moment before pain exploded across her thighs and she cried out, the sting of the wire red hot against her exposed skin. With no time to recover, she screamed as the cable struck again and her ankles pulled against the unforgiving restraints.

Miserable, Violet’s own sobs almost choked her as she thrashed against the cross. Crane was meticulous in his work, painting everything from her thighs to her tits and stomach with his swings – the exertion making him pant as he shifted his body to achieve new angles and reach new skin. Fire flashed across her skin, every targeted area an inferno of agony and heat as the thin wire instantly welted her flesh. Lost in the unyielding sensation, at one point she swore she felt something wet trickly down her leg and she knew the skin there had broken under the assault.

Crane stopped eventually and Violet fell weakly against her restraints, her body limp and roaring with agony as she observed her welted flesh through teary eyes. Her body hadn’t been whipped in some time, enough for all the previous marks to have fully healed up, and the fresh skin bore the brunt of her punishment without mercy.

Loose against her restraints as her body wavered on the edge of consciousness, Violet didn’t have long to wait though, as Roman moved quickly.

His hands were firm as they ripped the restraints free of her wrists and ankles, his nails clawing into his skin as he pinned her skin in place to get the metal free. Now free, Violet dropped to the floor with a solid thud but any attempt to scramble away from their punishments was impossible as Roman immediately fell on her like a rabid dog.

Violet shuddered as he entered her, his cock immediately sinking deep into her cunt without any care for her comfort. It hurt, his rough fucking almost like he was trying to drive her though the floor as he took the opportunity to grip her hips so hard that she knew the skin there would be bruised. It was just another humiliation and the chill of the ground was welcomed against her heated face as she slammed her eyes shut and held as still as she could.

Her face pressed against the floor, Violet could only endure as Roman brutally fucked away at her stinging sex, his every thrust igniting fresh heat in the whip marks which littered her body as her skin was dragged across the cold flooring.

“You want some sloppy seconds, Dr?” Roman snarled as he plunged his cock without mercy. “Or you could fuck her ass if you want? She won’t mind.”

“As tempting as your offer is, I will decline at this moment.”

Thankful, Violet turned her eyes far enough to catch Crane’s face but any hope that he was a better man than the monster fucking her was snuffed out in an instant as she took in the tent of his groin and the amusement in his gaze as he watched her suffer.

With a stuttering groan, Roman came and Violet shuddered as she felt the heat of his release filling her while he scored his nails across her welted skin. Anything to cause her more discomfort as she whimpered and squealed under his punishing hands and cock. But he pulled free just as quickly as he had entered her and she groaned in discomfort as she took in the ache of her sex and the stinging heat of her whipped skin.

Violet lay out on the floor, unable to move and much too afraid to even attempt it and her eyes slammed shut as she heard the steady movement of feet and the zip of Roman’s fly as he tucked his stained cock away.

“Y’know, if she wasn’t such a tight fuck, I’d probably have sold her off to Valentin or some other freak for her disobedience. She’s one lucky cunt and I don’t even think she appreciates it.”

“Spare the rod, spoil the child, Mr Sionis.” Violet heard Crane agree. “I think you’re more that capable of correcting her behaviours and I am always delighted to offer my services.”

“Speaking of which, I know you’ve still got to get your cock wet so let’s get going.”

Two pairs of hands wrapped around her quivering body and Violet screamed in surprise as both men pulled her to her feet and slammed her against the cross which she had only just been released from. The wood was rough against her back and Violet only tried to struggle once against the hands, a movement which was immediately put to rest by Roman’s gloved hand as it cracked hard against her jaw – sending her head ricocheting to the side as she howled in pain.

Violet felt the cold metal of the shackles as they once again fully restrained her to the cross. Her sore pussy continued to leak Roman’s release and it spread messily across her thighs as she writhed in place against the wood. She had been punished and her skin bore the brunt of those marks, not to mention the aches which littered her face due to the various blows which Roman had previously delivered.

“Pl-please let me go?” She asked once more – knowing the words were meaningless to both men but being unable to help herself as Roman stepped back from her position. “Please? I won't run, won't be bad again.”

At her request, Roman laughed and the cruelty in his voice made her heart drop into her stomach.

“Let you go? Oh, you are one stupid whore. More stupid than I thought,” Roman chastised as he drummed his gloved fingers along the wooden table which housed his various tools of torment and toys. “You think a little light whipping and a good fuck are all the punishment you’re getting? Dumb cunt.”

Throwing up a casual thumb which indicated off to the side, Roman smirked viciously and Violet followed his direction to find Crane standing with an equally sadistic expression. Eyeing up the small pot of thin needles which Crane held within his hands with utter horror, Violet screamed and screamed until her lungs started to burn as she understood that far from being over, her time with both men had barely begun.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Jimmy Uso x Reader●

Summary: You and Jimmy get in some trouble backstage together, which leads to Roman making you accompany Jimmy to his match.

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Being apart of The Bloodline can be a powerful thing. It can also be very nerve-wracking as well. I have been apart of The Bloodline for a few months now. Anyways, I am sitting in The Bloodline locker room playing on my phone when Jimmy flops down next to me basically leaning on my side. He lays down putting his head on my lap and I make a disgust face at him. He looks up at me raising his eyebrow.

"What's up pretty lady? Why you making that face at me?"

"Jimmy. Get off of her."

Roman walks in with Paul and Solo looking at us. I push him off my lap, standing up and looking at Roman.

"Good afternoon my tribal chief."

"Good afternoon Y/N. Jimmy, you should be more like her."

We shake hands, I sit back down on the couch and Roman sits down on his chair. Jimmy rolls his eyes at what Roman said to him leaning towards me again. Roman turns the TV on watching what is going on out in the ring. I get up and walk towards the door.

"Where are you going Y/N?"

"Down to catering. Would you like anything my tribal chief?"

I turn around looking at Roman.

"Could you please get me a water and whatever sandwich they have today?"

"Of course."

"Oh. And take Jimmy with you."

I sigh looking at Jimmy.

"Let's go Jim."

He jumps up off the couch, runs over to the door and holds it open for me.

"After you, my lady."

I roll my eyes and walk out the door going to catering with him right next to me. I look over at him as he is rubbing his hands together.

"Do you have to wear everything red all the time?"

"Oh cmon baby. You would look hot as hell in one of my no yeet shirts."

I scoff rolling my eyes than I see Michin, Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows standing off to the side. I make a disgust face and give them the middle finger causing Jimmy to laugh and point at them. Karl and Luke hold back Michin who wants to charge after me. Me and Jimmy continue walking towards catering. Jimmy puts his arm around my neck pulling me into him.

"That was really funny Y/N. Let's taunt them some more after we bring the tribal chief his stuff."

"We will taunt them more. Now get your arm off of me."

He takes his arm off of me as I walk up to the table grabbing Roman his sandwich and a water. I grab a few extras just incase and Jimmy grabs some food for himself. We head back to the locker room and I give Roman his stuff. Me and Jimmy go for a walk backstage looking for the OC again. We come around a corner to them still on the same spot we saw them last time. There is a camera infront of them as they are cutting a promo. Me and Jimmy walk up behind them doing L's on our heads for losers and laughing at them. They turn around looking at us. We quickly stop what we are doing looking at them.

"What do you two want? Come to annoy us again?"

"Well duh. Annoying you losers is to easy and really funny."

Me and Jimmy laugh together making L's on our heads again. Luke and Karl charge at Jimmy while Michin grabs my hair and starts swinging at me. I start swinging back but she hits me hard in the back. She grabs my hair and shirt and throws me into the metal garage door. My back hits the door hard and I drop to the floor clutching my back. Karl throws Jimmy into one of the production boxes. They laugh at us and leave. I start crawling over to the box Jimmy is laying on and pull myself up to my feet. I look at him with a pissed off face.

"We are going to see Roman. Let's go."

I walk towards the camera man and push his camera out of our faces. We walk back to the locker room and Roman is standing there with his arms crossed.

"I told you two no goofing off anymore. But you stay goofing off. Now Jimmy, you have a match against Karl tonight. Y/N, you are going out with him. I already talked to Nick. Now go get ready. Maybe put on something to match Jimmy. Goodbye."

I leave the locker room not saying anything and Jimmy follows right behind me. He puts his hands on my shoulders rubbing them a little.

"Let's go get your bag than go grab you a No Yeet shirt."

I sigh rolling my eyes. He looks at me putting an arm around my neck.

"Cmon. You can even customize it how you want to."

"Fine."

We make it to my car and I grab my bag out of the trunk. Jimmy closes it for me and we head back inside. Jimmy sticks right next to my side the whole time. I am kinda liking the feeling of Jimmy always around me. We head to the spot to get merch from, Jimmy grabs one of his shirts and hands it to me. I grab it rolling my eyes and we head off to the women's locker room. We stop at the door and I look up at Jimmy.

"I will go get changed and meet you in gorilla. Okay?"

"You sure you don't want me to wait for you?"

"I think I can handle myself."

"We will see."

He bumps my chin with his hand than leaves. I roll my eyes, walking into the locker room and ignore all the stares I am getting from everyone. I go to the bathroom and get changed into my red and black wrestling gear. I grab the no yeet shirt and sigh looking at it. There is a knock at the bathroom door.

"You can come in."

I look over seeing Natalya come in smiling at me.

"Hey Nattie. Could you please help me with this shirt? I gotta wear it tonight."

"Are you wrestling tonight?"

"No. But I wanna make sure Michin doesn't do anything out there."

"I gotchu!"

"Thanks Nattie."

She grabs the shirt and starts customizing it for me.

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*at gorilla*

I am standing in gorilla fixing the laces on my boots when Jimmy walks in.

"Woah Y/N. I told you that you would look hot as hell in my shirt."

I roll my eyes smiling slightly still fixing the laces on my boots. His music plays and I look over at him.

"Let's go."

We walk out to the top of the ramp and hold up our ones walking down to the ring. We climb in the ring and hold up our ones standing against the ropes. We stand in the corner as Michin and Karl Anderson make their entrance. Jimmy puts an arm around my neck and I roll my eyes watching Michin. They come into the ring and Michin walks up shoving my face. I go to run after her but Jimmy grabs my waist holding me back. I keep fighting against his hold trying to get to her.

"Woah my little firecracker. You will get her when the time is right."

I look back at him and calm down a little seeing his face. I sigh and climb out of the ring in Jimmy's corner. The match starts.

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*nearing the end of the match*

I am standing next to the ring stairs near the announcers table when Karl and Jimmy spill out of the ring onto the floor. Karl grabs Jimmy, throwing him into the ring stairs, and I gasp, watching. Karl goes to grab him, but I step in front of Karl, blocking him. Karl smirks and points behind me. I turn around as Michin attempts to do a hurricanrana to me, but I stop her halfway through. I lift her up, walk over to the announcers table, and powerbomb her through the table. I scream, looking at Karl, who is shocked at what just happened. Jimmy stands up and super kicks Karl right on the chin, making him fall to the ground. Jimmy picks him up, rolls him in the ring, and covers him for the win. Jimmy stands up as I roll into the ring and walk over to him. I put my foot on Karl's chest and raise Jimmy's arm in victory, smirking at the camera. We roll out of the ring, soaking in all the boos from the crowd. Jimmy stops me at the end of the ramp, putting an arm around my neck.

"I didn't know you were that strong. That was impressive and really hot."

"Can we talk when we get to the back?"

"Sure Thang hot stuff."

We start walking up the ramp with his arm still around my neck. I shake my head at him, smirking a little. We make our way to the back and Jimmy pulls me to a dark hallway. We stop at the corner and he looks around for anyone.

"Jimmy. I need to ask you a question. It's been driving me crazy."

"What's up honey?"

"So is all these pet names and flirting with me, just an act?"

He crosses his arms looking at me like I'm crazy. I look up at him worried. He laughs and puts his hand on the wall next to my head.

"Everything I have ever said to you has been genuine and real. I have the biggest crush on you, and I ain't afraid to show it to anyone."

"Oh Jim."

I grab his face and kiss him. He puts his hand on the back of my neck, kissing me back.

Not an act.

[hilziger]

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ( 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝟖)!

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WARNINGS: [ polyamorous/ open relationship scenario [with Roman Reigns], Jey being an absolute sweetheart 🥺 unprotected sex (f receiving) rough love making, smut.]

"TAKE ALL

OF ME

I JUST WANNA BE THE GIRL

YOU LIKE

(GIRL YOU LIKE)

THE KIND OF GIRL YOU LIKE."

[ BUCKHEAD, GEORGIA]

The full moon burned with luster, and the light slipped into the women's loft just two blocks away from the Phipps plaza, small stroking sounds of her laying on her blush were the only thing to be heard in the room.

10:00 pm

The lightly lit phone screen read as the women looked out to the beautiful moonlit Friday night, this was her favorite day of the week the most important to her at least, her thoughts left her as her boyfriend was fixing his tie in front of the big body mirror next to the bathroom. "I'll be home tomorrow night babe, Paul and I have a few business meetings and then we have to be in New York for the auction" he turned his head to see you getting all dressed up in the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen.

A white lingerie draped her body, but she was covered up with a black sheer robe, the trim was black feathers and her skin glistened with that fenty glitter bomb stuff he knew she loved. " okay just make sure you're being safe, love you Ro" she kept it short and sweet like every Friday night when he had to go, she chuckled as she placed the finishing touches on her blushed up cheeks, she looked at the Samoan man once more before standing up and looking at her phone again.

10:30 pm

She was so ready for him to leave and with that, it's like he read her mind as he nodded making his way towards and out the loft doors, she sighed with annoyance as she tapped her phone turning on Insecure by Brent Faiyaz.

The idea of an open relationship, or polyamory was never her idea until Roman brought up his wife and he didn't want to necessarily stop seeing you.

The lying, the constant leaving he would do at certain times of the day or certain days in the week, so once she caught him she felt as though it was only fair, she instantly proposed they do it under her terms, her brown orbs looked at herself through her vanity mirror, she was getting all dolled up for another man, her midnight lover, and his cousin.

Jey Uso.

"Jey... mhm" she breathed out in almost a whisper, even her saying his name got her warm and her heart fluttering a thousand beats she felt.

He was the most beautiful man she ever laid her eyes on, she met Jey through her friend's cousin who worked for him and his brother as a manager.

conversations being had and here they were two months into their relationship, of course, Roman had no knowledge of this for that would end in complete chaotic violence, but tonight she desired his touch and him like always as he did for her.

11:30 pm

"Perfect.." a sweet smile was plastered on her face as she looked at the setup she had planned for the two of them, she placed the last few white roses she had in her hand on the bed before the ding of the stove echoed in the living room, she walked out of her room tapping the stove top putting her pasta on low before a soft series of knocks were placed upon her door. She placed her wooden spoon down and walked towards the door standing in front of it, " who is it?" she asked there was a deep chuckle to be heard as there was shuffling of bags before the voice revealed themselves.

"Y/n it's me, baby, open up "That voice only belonged to one man she knew, her excitement no longer contained as she unlocked the door to reveal the man of the hour. "Mhm did I just die and go to heaven? you look so ethereal baby" Jey looked at her in admiration but with lust sparkling in his eyes as he stepped into the loft and placed his bags down.

He was quickly met with Y/n body jumping onto his, his big hands firmly holding her ass up as she had this beaming smile, " Jey! " was all she could say, he couldn't help but laugh and slightly blush at the excitement that radiated off of her. "someone's happy to see me, you look so good, mama " his tone was sultry and husk as he took in his women, her thick thighs tighten themselves around his torso once she leaned in capturing his lips with her glossed plumped ones.

She eagerly but slowly kissed him as he moved them both towards the counter placing her down on it as his lips moved in sync with hers, his massive palms gripped her waist as his head swiftly pulled away and placed small teasing kisses against her burning lips.

"you smell sooooo damn good" A low deep grunt emitted from Jey as the floral yet warm scent danced around his nostrils; giggling at how needy he was being she moved her neck some to give him more access, " Thank you handsome, I could say the same about you" she could smell the Dior savage on him as their bodies were so close to one another, his gold chain dangled with ease against his plain black shirt, Jay lifted his head before his brown orbs met hers causing them both to smile.

"I smell food as well, you didn't have to cook for me, bae I know how tired you are after working with clients all day" his hand softly kneed her soft foot for a moment as he looked up at her, she rolled her eyes playfully almost taken back by his statement." shush boy I wanted to cook because A I was hungry and B I like cooking for my man, besides it gives us a chance to decompress and catch up about our week".

she hopped down quickly grabbing two ceramic plates from the cupboards, Jey's eyes followed her thick figure as he watched her maneuver her way through the kitchen as she prepared dinner for the two of them. The chicken Alfredo with broccoli was placed onto the plate with a small side salad to accompany it, she began to take both plates into her hands until Jey swiftly took one of the plates out of her hands.

"Thank you baby this is all so sweet.. but I got it from here mama" A light smirk graced his face as he grabbed her chair pulled it out and watched her stare at him for a brief moment, he had her stuck at his sudden yet smoothly embedded dominance he began motioning her to sit down, she took her seat as told feeling him push her into the table.

"Im gonna pour your drink cause I see you have this wine in this bucket of ice" Jey quickly washed his hands and dried them before pulling out two wine glasses from her cupboard, he popped open the red wine and poured a reasonable amount in both glasses taking his seat again placing her cup across from him making

Y/n giggle quietly at the gesture.

"Now, tell me about your week beautiful" Jey began to dig into his plate as Y/n sipped her wine smiling ear to ear.

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Drunken laughs and conversations filled the room between the two as Jey was now washing the plates clean, while Y/n was too busy leaning against the counter as she indulged in her third but smaller cup of wine listening to Jey go on about his week. "it's just been feeling like every week they got me on air but I'm not complaining my merch has been boomin'" now finished with the last plate he washed his hands drying them.

" I'm not complaining either I get to see your sexy ass every Monday on my tv, mhm" a soft moan emitted from you as your brown orbs scanned Jey taking another slow sip from your glass. Jey moved from the sink and behind your body chuckling deeply as his large hand rubbed softly on your ass.

"Enough about me though... I wanna get into you" That statement alone had your panties ruined, the husky raspiness of his voice made it no better as he quickly picked you up placing your body on the counter and spreading your legs apart with his body in between. His coffee-colored iries felt like lasers burning holes into your face as he stared at you with hungriness.

"Say, baby, where did you get this lil set from?" his hands ran themselves near her core and ripped the delicate fabric before you could even form an answer. "Fro- Jey what the fuck!" she squealed embarrassingly leaking slowly onto her counter, Jey held the panties into his hand as he held a dark sinister-like smirk on his face.

" haven't even touched you yet and you're so wet, don't worry I'll buy you some new ones" his lips crashed into yours roughly, and two thick fingers slithered their way between your soft thighs immediately making contact with your dripping core.

You couldn't even concentrate on kissing back as you felt his finger slide inside of you, moaning at the pain and pleasure that filled you up as he slowly thrust his two digits against your tight walls, he pulled away guiding wet passionate kisses against your neck before whispering into your ear.

"I've missed you so fucking much baby... miss this pussy even more" he growled before swiftly dropping down to be at head level with your core, his thumb swiped at your throbbing clit causing you to bite your lip to surpass any moans, "just eat me already" you whined breathlessly bucking your hips towards Jey indicating you needed him now. He wasted no time propping your legs on his shoulders before sliding his tongue all over your clit.

The moment the taste of y/n fell onto his tongue again he couldn't even help himself as he ruthlessly ate you out, licking and sucking at your arousal proudly lapping up your wetness as his hands gripped your legs apart as if he wasn't getting enough. Moans and curses flew out of you like a symphony and Jey was your conductor.

His eyes watched you from down below as he feasted on you, thrusting his tongue painfully slow as he rubbed your clit at a fast pace, your eyes popped feeling your orgasm completely sneak up on you causing your body to jolt in sensitivity as your cum greeted Jeys mouth in a matter of seconds.

"S-shit im sorry.." all you could hear was slurps and sucking before your lips met his in a heated passionate kiss, He moaned against you, feeling his hard buldge against your exposed core before he pulled back licking his lips.

"Don't apologize I just hope you have enough to melt on my dick just like that." He taunted before scooping the flushed women rushing up the stairs as he quickly plotted his sweet torture he had in store.

Hiii! I’m Bobbi 🥹I’m a writer on Wattpad but I’ve heard some good things about the writing community on tumblr, and also I did a jey imagine cause that’s my nigga🤭 so I wanted to see how well it would do here, if y’all want a part 2 let me know!

[harknessxo]

Chapter II ✦ Just a Mistake- Or Was It?

Parings: Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns, Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio

Summary: Rhea’s life gets turned upside down.

Warnings; angst

Word Count: 3.3k

Masterlist

A/n: this chapter was written by @tonuitekan 😁

“Dom, stop, if you could please just let me explain—“

“Explain what? That you’ve been using me this entire time?” He asked her incredulously as he turned to see her. “That’s why you gave me an ultimatum when I lost my title and you didn’t do the same with Damian and Finn?”

“Dom, it’s not what it looks like. Listen, it was a one time thing only a—“

“Oh? So all those missed phone calls from me to you were all one-time-things as well? Seriously, Rhea?”

“Dominik, please, just- hear me out, ”Rhea begged him as she held his arm, “I never, ever meant for this to go on any further, okay? It was… it was out of my control and I didn’t know how to stop it. I didn’t even know how to tell you, so that’s why Roman and I decided not to tell you until we could find a better time and place to talk about this.”

Dominik stared at her. His eyes had been glassy ever since he walked out from the ring, holding back the urge to cry right then and there as Rhea wanted to bury herself alive. This time, she was the cause of him almost wanting to cry. It wasn’t because of a lost, him being mocked by others in this company, or him being hurt in any way. This time, she was the reason. And it felt more like a stab wound crossing through his chest.

“… Liv was right.” Dominik mumbled, his voice almost breaking as he pulled his arm away from Rhea.

This made her freeze. “… what?”

“Liv was right. You have never changed since the day you left her.”

With that, he decided rather than getting inside the car, he immediately walked away from her direction. At this, Rhea watched him leave with her being unable to leave her own spot as she watched him leave, even being unaware of Damian having watched the entire thing and deciding to go after Dom as he immediately followed him. All the while Finn went to check on Rhea as he began to ask her if she was okay and what were him and Dominik arguing about.

However, Rhea didn’t even bother to explain as she could only head back inside to gather her stuff and leave immediately. Not even willing to see anyone right now. She just wanted to forget this all happened. She wanted to forget.

The next morning…

“Rhea?” Damian knocked on her hotel room the next morning, deciding to go and look for her instead of trying to call or text her for the umpteenth time. He waited a minute or so, but no response as he sighed deeply. “Rhea, come on now, I know you’re in there.”

He then waited once again, hearing something shuffling from the other side as he took a step back before he heard the door unlock and open. He saw an exhausted (not physically, but mentally) Rhea, her hair a complete mess and still wearing her two-piece pajamas.

“I’ve been trying to call and text you since last night.” He told her as he showed her phone. “Did something happened to your phone or…?”

“No. I didn’t want to speak to anyone.” Rhea said as she rubbed her head and let Damian inside her room. “Plus, I had the Wiseman trying to relentlessly call me and demand me to talk to Hunter about last night and well… and then, you have Reigns who’s also been trying to call me since I left. I tried to call Dom but… I think he blocked my number and… I don’t fucking know what to do at this rate.” Damian sat by the couch of the room as Rhea closed the door as he looked at her.

“Look… I’m not trying to justify anything here, but… if anything, you should’ve told Dom—“

“From the moment I screwed Reigns the first time?”

“Rips, Dom isn’t doing well right now.” Damian told her as he shifted in his seat.

“And I know you’ve been trying to call and text him, because I was with him last night making sure that he didn’t slip to any bars or anywhere else and cause some shit. He’s hurt.”

“And you don’t think I know that?” She asked with a scoff as she sat down on the bed, facing him. “Damian, I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“Then why didn’t you stop it from the moment you slept with Roman the first time?”

At the question, Rhea looked down at her fingers. She didn’t know exactly how to answer that question.

“… I don’t know. I mean, it’s hard to explain.” She mumbled as her best friend listened to her.

“Look, I love Dom. I loved him since the moment I started to see the real him when he joined our group. I love everything about him, even if people think otherwise. He’s what you would expect to find in a person; supportive, encouraging, happy, someone that matches your energy.”

She then held her breath for a second before trying to get rid of the knot that was forming in her throat.

“And… ever since I broke things off with Liv, I haven’t felt that way since then and… it feels nice to feel that way again after so long. But with Roman, I…” She trailed off once again before she took a deep breath and rubbed her face with both hands.

“Don’t overthink it, ma. Just say whatever comes in your mind first.” Damian told her as he held his hand out as a sign for her to calm down. She groaned, laying back against the bed frame while holding a pillow on her lap as she spoke.

“… I don’t know if that feeling I’m used to getting for Dom is still there or if it’s just… you know, fading.” She told Damian, the older male still listening to her. “And I’m scared that it is, because I fucked up.”

“So you’re conflicted between either getting Dom back or…?”

“No, it’s not that, but…” She confirmed before she ran a hand through her hair. “Look, I’m pretty sure it was a heat in the moment and that was it. It was never supposed to happen and I shouldn’t have allowed for it to drag on any further. The Bloodline and the Judgment Day are supposed to be allies. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Damian shifted in his seat, looking down for a couple of seconds as he seemed to ponder before he looked back at her. He was never the type of person to tell when his Terror Twin was wrong in any situation. But now…

“Look, I’m not here to tell you that you were wrong or anything like that, but… you need to get all of that shit sorted out or put aside before Crown Jewel.” He told her.

“I get it. Look, you don’t want to get up, you don’t want to do shit right now, you feel like shit, I totally get it. But believe it or not, Rips, there are people out there who refuse to see you weak over anything. I refuse to see you fall and lose that title.” He pointed at the belt that was hanging in the open-closet nearby.

“So right now you have two choices, Rips. Either sort all of this shit out on Monday, or sort it out after Crown Jewel. And another thing,” He sat up as he folded his hands in his pockets, still continuing his stern speech towards her.

“If I see Roman again trying to talk to you alone, Finn and I ain’t gonna leave till he says what he needs to say.” He said to her, “Whatever he has to say to you after everything that happened, he can also tell us, from now on. No more secrets, Rhea. I mean it. Not just for our sake… but if you’re considering taking Dom back, do it for his sake, too.”

“… thanks Priest.” Rhea mumbled as she nodded before she looked down at her hands. Damian only dipped his head and patted her shoulder lightly before he went to the door.

“I’ll check on Dom. You sure you don’t want to come down for gym?”

“I’ll just take today off… not really feelin’ it right now.”

“Alright. If you change your mind, you can call me. Oh, and one more thing,” Damian paused as he was about to open the door to leave before he turned to look at his best friend again. “Raquel called me asking about you.”

At that, Rhea blinked as she looked up incredulously. “What?”

“Yeah, she said she left multiple texts, she heard what happened last night backstage. Zelina filled her in when she heard it from Charlotte after she basically snitched on you to Dom.”

“Oh great…”

“Now hold on, before you assume anything… not to be that person, but given by the tone of her voice, Raquel seemed worried. Well, maybe a little bit.” Damian told her. “If you want to check on your texts whenever you want… I suggest you call her. Not that it matters if you do or not, but… your match at Crown Jewel with her and those other three women is coming up. I suggest you negotiate with her now that she seems to be concerned about you.”

At that, Rhea’s frame relaxed slightly while still looking unsure. Raquel has been attempting to go after her lately for costing her and Liv Morgan the women’s tag titles, so even if what Damian was telling her was true, she needed to be cautious. She trusted almost no one in the Women’s Division, at all.

“Well, imma go down for a few laps then eat something. I’ll catch up with you later, alright?”

“Kay. See ya. And thanks.” Rhea mumbled as she nodded while Damian left. She then placed her head against the wall and took a deep breath before looking at her phone. She was not going to have a good day, at all.

Raquel sat along with all of the wrestlers in the roster as they all had their breakfast together at the dining room. She had just finished making her own workout at the hotel’s gym so she was now just grabbing a quick bite before she could return to her room and begin her day. While eating, she pulled out her phone and verified if any of her texts to Rhea were even opened.

As she did, Damian had already arrived and sat by her side with a plate of food as he spoke.

“I just checked on Rhea and… she ain’t doing alright.” Raquel sighed at this.

“You’re joking right now?”

“Raquel, I’m her best friend—“

“Okay? And so was I at one point.”

“Anyways, she’s not doing okay. She doesn’t even want to get up from bed, I tried to convince her to come down, pero nada.” The muscular woman rubbed her temple as she turned to him.

“Look, Priest, she cannot be like this, okay? Not when she’s defending her title against me and three other women. Look, Rhea and I may have our own issues, but if I’m being fair with you, that’s the least of my concerns right now.” She spoke to him.

Some of the wrestlers around the table were hearing their conversation, but decided not to pitch in or take no part of it.

“What Rhea did was wrong. Dom didn’t deserve that, but that doesn’t mean that Charlotte gets to humiliate her like that and bring up her past and talk about it to everyone in here, out of everything.”

“So you’re saying that if Liv were to hear you right now, she wouldn’t be hurt by you taking Rhea’s side? Is that what I’m getting at?” Both suddenly heard Charlotte’s voice as everyone’s heads turned to face her. She stood in front of everyone at the table as she crossed her arms. Raquel stood up from her seat, a frown plastered in her face as she spoke.

“I’m taking no sides in this. And Flair, I think you should shut up and mind your business.”

“Oh? But me getting into other people’s business is what made Dom realize the type of person Rhea is, or am I wrong?” Charlotte asked as she tilted her head.

At that, tension arose within the dining table as some heads even turned to look at Dom who was gazing down, all the while Finn and Jimmy both sat beside him as they tried to distract the younger male away from Charlotte’s speech.

“Flair, that’s enough, take it easy.” Damian was the second one to stand up and also face her while he also stood beside Raquel.

“This is none of your business, and quite frankly, you shouldn’t have made this into everyone’s business. So do us a favor, sit down, be quiet, and let’s just have a peaceful breakfast, alright?”

“Damian, I hate to say this, but this stopped being a peaceful breakfast the moment she came here.” Bayley commented as she winced while pointing at Charlotte.

“Oh quit it, Bayley. Were you that ex friend that betrayed her own best friend back at NXT all because you were jealous of her succeeding?”

At the comment coming out from Flair’s mouth, the entire table tensed, but even so when Raquel’s expression changed as he looked at her. She knew exactly what she was talking about, and so did Damian.

At Raquel’s change in her body language, Damian looked between her and Charlotte before speaking to Raquel.

“Whatever she says, don’t listen…”

“Oh! Oh wait I’m just getting started.” Charlotte said as she turned to everyone while a sarcastic smile plastered on her face.

“At least I’m not the reason that Rhea became the person she’s today.”

“Charl, that’s enough…” Zelina mumbled as she rubbed the back of her neck, especially when she immediately looked away after noticing the death stare coming from Raquel.

“Oh, no, I’m not finished,” Charlotte piped as she set her plate down and turned to face everyone again, “On top of that, at least I’m not the reason why Rhea had started to obtain very big trust issues with everyone here. And to finish that off… at least I’m not some Rhea-Wannabe who only decided to team up with Morgan all because to try and prove ONCE AGAIN that she was better than Ripley herself.”

“Okay that’s enough—“ Damian stood between Charlotte and Raquel, “Cut it out, right now.”

“No, no. It’s okay,” Raquel suddenly spoke, eyeing at Charlotte dangerously, “Damian, go ahead and step back, because I don’t want to twist your arm.”

“Raquel, just stop it. She’s not worth your time right now.” Natalya was also someone who stood and pulled Raquel back. She gave her a stern look as she spoke.

“Remember, we’re all only here for work. No more dramas, no more fighting. If you guys want to fight over it, we take that in the ring. But. Not. Here.”

It was quiet and tense in the dining room, specifically in their table. After a while, Charlotte attempted to hold back a scoff before she went to take a seat on the other side of the table as everyone watched her keep her peace and eat. At that, they all proceeded to return to eat while trying to act as if nothing happened.

Raquel stared down at her for a moment before she sighed deeply while Natalya and Damian coaxed her to sit back down. When she was about to, however, she caught a glimpse of red and turned to see Roman from a distance walking out from the gym and on his way to the elevator. He had recently gotten out from his own workout and was going to be on his way to his room for a quick shower and a change of clothes.

At this, Raquel stood before either Damian or Natalya could say a word to her. She walked towards the tribal chief himself while exiting the dining room as some people watched.

“Pft, now she wants a piece of Roman all because Rhea got a piece of hi—“

“Charlotte, for fuck’s sake, shut up.” Came Dakota’s annoyed tone as she ate her oatmeal. Quite literally voicing out what everyone else in the table was thinking.

“You. Hey.” Roman perked up as he paused in front of the elevator and turned to see Raquel approach him. “We need to have a chat.”

“Better make it quick. I got an interview in a few hours and I need to get there by noon.” Roman casually said as he looked at his watch. Raquel rolled her eyes at him before she turned to him and spoke.

“Look, I don’t care what your little group and the Judgement Day have going on, I don’t want any part of that, but I’m just gonna tell you right now. Whatever shit that happened between you and Rhea, you better fucking fix it.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Roman. Your… fling with her and Dom realizing that she cheated on him with you is the reason why Charlotte won’t keep her mouth shut.” The Latina blurted out as she made a gesture with her arms.

“Not only is she still trying to drag Rhea as well as cause more issues to her because of that, but she’s also trying to bring more issues for me, and next thing you know, you’re gonna be the next person on her naughty list.”

“Look Raquel,” Roman turned to her as he rubbed his forehead. “I respect you, as a person and a wrestler. I may not interact with you as much, but I’m gonna clarify something for you. I’m not gonna let Miss Flair add me on her “naughty list” all because she’s deciding to cause more issues. Don’t worry about it for now. Plus, like you said, it ain’t your business. So you can breathe just fine, trust me.”

“In case you’re not realizing it by now, Rhea’s not okay.” Raquel quickly said.

“Roman, for fuck’s sake, she has the Crown Jewel match against me and many other women in the next few weeks. She barely gets out of the hotel room every morning and she only goes out whenever it’s about work or training, that’s it. And you probably might know this or not, but before we became enemies, she was my friend. And I’m not gonna sit here and lecture you about our tragic backstory, but my point is… if you at some point actually did cared about Rhea, even if it was a tiny bit, even if it was only during your tag match with her against Bobby and Bianca, even if it’s just a little bit, then you better fix this shit. And make sure Charlotte keeps her mouth shut.”

With that, Raquel stormed away while Roman watched her go back to the cafeteria. Looking at the time on his watch, he gazed at it. It was only a few more hours until he needed to get ready for his meeting later during the day. At the thought of it, he began to consider an idea.

Maybe he could still make small talk.

While he rode the elevator, he pulled his phone out and sent a message to her.

‘We need to talk, I’m heading to your room rn.’

What he didn’t know was that as soon as he entered the elevator to go to the 4th floor, Dominik was watching from the cafeteria as the other wrestlers beside him chatted and ate. Once he saw Roman was gone, he unlocked his phone, scrolling and looking through the many messages Rhea had sent him since last night as he began to ponder.

After a while, he took a deep breath and replied to her messages with just one question:

‘Can we please talk rn?’

[riptideripley]

Feeling Chapter 5

summary:does zoey regret everything..?

wrd count:771

angst - mention of getting shot

Rhea was panicking,didn’t know how to react to the whole situation. Yet she still went out there and put on her mami persona,did the segment and went backstage to do more on screen moments while preparing Dom in between everything. The show went by faster than she expected,feeling super cautious and nervous knowing she had to talk to Zoey soon.

Zoey was waiting anxiously in her hotel room when suddenly her phone rang,it was Randy. “What do you w-“ “I know where you’re going Zoey.” his voice rang through her ears,eyes widening. Immediately she hung up,immediately calling Damian. “Yooo Zoey what’s up?” “Damian I need you to watch Rhea. Randy is planning something and I-I don’t know what it is but please watch her” she told him,sighing in relief when he agreed. She hung up,gathering her things. She looked over at her nightstand,reaching inside the top draw to retrieve a pocket knife.

Rhea heard a knock at her door and opened it,revealing Zoey. She moved out the way letting the blonde inside,closing and locking the door. “Soo..” Rhea spoke breaking the silence,watching Zoey sit on the bed. “Look rips..I’m sorry. Me and Randy were talking at breakfast,just when I was about go back to bring you some coffee I got a call I was needed at Triple H’s office. I..I guess while I was trying to get my stuff he took my keycard.” Zoey explained,gently rubbing Rhea’s leg as she sat next to her. “..He was watching us earlier” Zoey confessed breaking Rhea’s silence. “Wait what..? And you still came here? Are you fucking du-“ Rhea was cut off with a quick kiss. “I’m not that stupid Rhea,I have Damian watching the hallway with Roman so don’t panic alright?” Zoey spoke trying to calm Rhea down which shockingly worked. “Whatever..so what do we do now?” Rhea questioned,still feeling uneasy knowing she was being watched like prey. “We can do whatever you want,I’ve been talking with Dom so we can work things out” Zoey spoke,running her hand over Rhea’s thigh.

Suddenly there was a loud bang in the hallway,causing both of them to freeze. Zoey was the first to get up,retrieving the pocket knife from her small bag as she slightly cracked the door open. It was Dominik. Laid out on the floor,blood seeping from his side onto the carpeted floor. As Zoey looked up from the sight,she caught a glimpse of a figure walking away. It was fucking Randy. Rhea was behind Zoey and quickly unlocked the door all the way,pushing Zoey out of the way and rushing to Dom’s side. Everyone in the hallway soon opened their door looking at the sight displayed in front of them. Zoey couldn’t even move,pocket knife slipping from her hand as she just stared emotionless.

Damian,Finn,and Roman soon rushed through the hallway after chasing everywhere for Randy. Finn stopped in his tracks seeing Dominik,his heart sinking.

Dom was there,head laying on Rhea’s lap as her hand was over his putting pressure on the gunshot wound. Blood was pooling beside his body and onto Rhea but that didn’t matter to her at this point. Rhea was a sobbing mess,gently shaking Dom awake every time he seemed to lose consciousness. Zoey had called the paramedics by now,hearing a rush of them flood the hallway. Zoey struggled pulling Rhea away from Dominik so the medics could assist him,having to get Roman to help. Roman could only hold her waist as she struggled to get out of grip,eventually giving up and sobbing into Roman’s chest as he turned her around holding her.

All of them rushed down stairs following the paramedics,deciding that Rhea and Finn go into the ambulance with him. Once they reached the ambulance,Rhea and Finn climbed inside promising to keep them updated.

Zoey didn’t know how to process this whole situation. She fell in love not realizing the consequences..does she regret bringing Rhea to her hotel room? Does she regret ever laying her eyes on her? Thoughts flooding her mind,not even realizing how light headed she was. Roman was the first to notice as Zoey collapsed onto the parking lot. “ZOEY!” he yelled out catching her before she hit her head onto the concrete.

Damian just stared. He knew everything..everything that nobody else knew but him and Dominik. He had to find Randy.

For his sister,for his brother,and for Zoey.

dt: @dmysterioblog @blessrhea @supartt @thetimetravler2000

creds: @cafekitsune @bexsbelts

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Pane-fully Obvious: Chapter 27

Prologue Link, Chapter 26 Link

Ao3 Link

Warnings: Nightmares/PTSD, Death/Loss of a Loved One, Emotional Distress, Mild Bullying/Embarrassment

Chapter 27: The Phantom of the Aisle

"So he believes you're Princey?" Charlotte checked, crossing her legs as she looked up from her book. 

"No, he's only following me because I stole his lunch box." Janus returned, rolling his eyes. 

Charlotte narrowed her eyes. "And you're making sure he's staying away from Roman?" 

"If he is busy following me why would he have time to spend with Roman?" 

"Good then there's nothing for you to worry about." Charlotte closed her book. "Now I have other things to oversee. Make sure Roman doesn’t tell Virgil about Princey." 

"Of course." Janus waited for Charlotte to be gone before moving to the door himself, stepping out of the empty classroom. 

"Ooo. Are we going to-" Remus started to say with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Janus adjusted the necklace he was wearing, the spectral teething ring shrunk down around the chain acting as a sort of charm. "Don't say it Remus."

Remus giggled. "Say what? I was only going to say-"

Janus rolled his eyes. "I know what you were going to say, don’t say it aloud." 

Remus floated ahead on his side, one arm holding his head up, free hand drawing circles on the non-existent surface under him. "Aw, you're no fun when you're cranky wanky for some hanky panky."

"I should have never granted you access to the internet."

"You want me to enter the what?"

“I don’t want you entering anything.” Janus sighed, turning down the mostly empty hallways.

Remus took Janus’s arm with a grin as they made their way through the library. “Are we going to see my brother?”

“It’s likely we will. Despite Virgil’s promise to stay away he certainly hasn’t been.”

Remus giggled. “Good. I made sure he can hear me so this will be fun.”

Janus stepped through the theater, opening the door to the sound booth. His eyes flickered briefly to Logan, meeting his gaze for a moment. His face fell as Logan just turned his attention back to his notes. Janus gripped his necklace as he looked away. Why did Janus still hope things could go back to how they had been? This was their new normal. Logan barely acknowledged him now, but it was the least Janus deserved. He’d never get back what he lost and never lose the guilt that tangled his heart in uncomfortable knots.

Janus turned to Virgil on the floor, offering a smile as he reached a hand out to him. "Are you prepared for Biology, Xi?" 

"Now?" Virgil checked the time on his phone and then glanced between his friends before his eyes stopped on Janus again. "We still have ten minutes until class starts." He packed up his equipment regardless, taking Janus's hand with a little smile of his own.

Janus gently pulled Virgil to his feet, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I thought it may be less stressful for you if we were to make our way while the hallways are at their most bare."

Logan cleared his throat, slipping his things into his bag. "I would not mind arriving early to prepare for my next class as well." He stood, bag already over his shoulder, his grip tight over the strap as he glanced to Roman expectantly.

Roman watched Janus and Virgil a moment before registering what Logan had said, scrambling to stuff his things into his backpack. "Uh, yeah, yes, me too."

Janus gave a little nod, not waiting for Roman to be up before leading the way out of the soundbooth, starting down the stairs towards the stage, eyes going to Virgil’s hand as it slid back into his.

Roman's eyes followed the group as they left the booth, reaching for his phone to pocket it. He looked down when he didn't make contact, moving closer and blinking when the phone seemed to move away, but only just a little bit. Shaking his head he grabbed it, hurrying out to follow everyone else. 

A light tap on Roman's shoulder caused him to pause, checking his side for Patton before remembering the cheerful spirit was ahead of him with Logan. He frowned, brushing it off before he was shoved towards the audience seating. Yelping, he quickly caught himself on the aisle seat looking around frantically for who had done it, but he couldn’t see anyone, only hearing a soft… Was that snickering? 

"Roman, are you okay?" Patton swiftly rushed up to check on him.

Roman pushed himself back up to his feet, eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, I must've just tripped..."

Virgil hesitated. "You sure you're good?"

Roman nodded, standing taller, putting on a grin. "Of course, can't knock this Prince down."

As if on cue with the end of Roman's statement his pants were tugged down to his ankles, revealing his red boxers underneath, small gold crowns littered across them.

It was silent for a moment before Virgil burst out into laughter. "Are those crowns?"

Janus held a hand up to hide his lips as he chuckled softly, trying to keep an air of sophistication.

Roman's cheeks burned as he tried to pull them back on, struggling against some invisible force keeping them down. "They were a gift!" He defended.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. "And you wear them?"

"Of course, I do, I do not want to be rude!" Roman grimaced, pausing to think for a second before looking over to the seating. He dove towards it to block the others' view of him, kicking away whatever it was holding his pants down and finally tugging them back on, doing up his belt.

"How would anyone even know you're actually using them or not?"

"I would." Roman returned, keeping a hand on his belt as he accepted Patton's help up.

"This has to be one of your crowning moments." Patton teased.

Roman shot Patton a look as Virgil's laughter picked up again.

"Sorry, Kiddo, couldn't help myself." Patton shrugged, before looking his friend over with an edge of concern. "You okay?"

Roman nodded, looking around warily. "Let's just get to class."

"You want us to lead the way, your highness?" Virgil smirked.

Roman looked away, his blush returning. "Do whatever you want."

Virgil, Janus and Logan continued on, Patton staying close to Roman this time, peeking over at Roman as they walked down the stairs.

"Remember me, RoRo?" A voice giggled mischievously.

Roman froze where he was, recognizing the nickname that had only ever been used by his brother. 

Patton stopped beside him, unsure as he glanced at his friend. "Did you hear something too?"

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Roman gripped his pillow tightly, whimpering as he tossed from one side to the other. Sweat and tears traced his cheeks, barely tying him to reality. The giggling in his head taunted him, haunted him as his dream continued. They were playing, messing around despite the warnings to stop, be careful, the ‘you’re going to get hurt’s, but they just kept going. Kept running dangerously close to the edge of the mountain path. Horrifyingly close to the steep slope down the side of the rocky mountain.

Then the other boy tripped backwards. Their foot slipped and the look of glee on the other boy’s face twisted into terror. He cried out, grasping the air for anything to catch him. Roman’s little hand darted forward, but only the tips of their fingers touched. There was a scream from behind as Roman was yanked away, another hand reaching past him.

But it was too late.

The other boy was gone.

"Roman!"

Roman shot into a sitting position. His eyes searched desperately for the boy from his dream. His brother. Remus. His chest heaved with uneven breaths. “Remus!” He cried out, sobbing when his twin didn’t answer him. “Remus!”

“Roman. Roman, it’s okay.” Patton slid on a pair of glasses onto Roman, coming into view for him. “Hey, it’s-”

Roman tugged Patton into a hug, clutching at the back of his shirt as he trembled against him. “I could have saved him, I could have-”

“Shh.” Patton soothed, running a hand through Roman’s wet hair. “It’s going to be okay.”

“But-”

A soft knock interrupted them, Wilder’s voice coming through the door.

“Roman? Are you alright? Can I come in?”

Roman hesitantly pulled away from Patton, swiping at his eyes. He grimaced. He’d woken Virgil’s dad up. Maybe even more than just him. He was supposed to be a guest in this house and now he was disturbing them with his nightmares. He couldn’t say no, could he?

He exhaled shakily before speaking up. “Yeah… Come in.”

Wilder gently pushed the door open, flicking on the light switch. He remained by the door, expression soft. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Roman didn’t meet his eyes, holding his arms instead. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake anyone.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Wilder assured. “We’re more worried about you than upset. Are you okay? Is there anything I can offer you that would help?”

Roman’s lip quivered slightly at the question. His parents had never been so gentle with him when he used to wake them. And now here was a man who barely knew him, offering to help. Asking him if there was a way he could. He swallowed, lifting his eyes behind the cover of his bangs. “I’ll… I’ll be fine, thanks Mr. Storm.”

Patton reached over to squeeze Roman’s hand, sending him a reassuring smile.

Wilder gave a nod. “Alright. If you ever need someone to talk to, my door is always open.” He stepped aside as Virgil stepped into the room, a wet rag in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. Giovanna nudged him forward before pulling Wilder out of the room with her, closing the door behind them.

Virgil opened his mouth, hesitating. “My mom thought you might need…” He set the glass of milk on the nightstand, holding out the rag. “Here.”

Roman accepted it, the rag was cool against his skin as he wiped off his face with it, his shoulders sagging. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Virgil took a seat on the edge of the bed, looking to his hands in his lap. “Nightmare?” He guessed.

Roman put the rag down, taking a sip of the warm milk. “Sort of… A bad memory,” he murmured, taking a deep calming breath. “I didn’t mean to wake anyone.”

“It’s okay… I actually used to wake my parents up with my nightmares all the time.” Virgil admitted. “They don’t mind, and this is sort of like karma for me.”

Roman set the empty glass down after a moment, watching it. “Did they always comfort you like this after your nightmares?”

“Yeah.” Virgil reached up to rub the back of his neck. “Kind of embarrassing, I know.”

“They must really care about you.” Roman mentioned, unable to hide the tinge of longing from his voice. He had never had this before, not like this.

Patton and Virgil both turned to Roman, Patton scooting closer to Roman.

“You know who cares about you?” Patton smiled softly at Roman, rubbing his arm. “Us.”

Virgil cleared his throat. “Well Patton does, me I-” he cut himself off as he met Roman’s eyes, ducking his head and nudging Roman’s knee with his. “I guess I do… a little.” He sighed after a moment. “More than a little.”

Roman’s lips twitched at the corners at the admissions. “I care about you both too.”

Patton’s smile warmed. “Is there anything else we can do to help you tonight, kiddo?”

Roman glanced back to the pillows behind him with uncertainty. “Well…” he hesitated. “Did your parents do anything else to help you get back to sleep?”

Virgil tapped on his thigh. “They- My mom…” He shook his head. “This stays in this room.” He crawled up onto the bed, adjusting the blankets.

Roman blinked, his eyes following after him. “What are you-”

“Just lie down.” Virgil interjected, his face pink.

Roman did as he was told, shifting to be in the middle of the bed to make room for Patton on his other side.

Patton turned off the main light, turning the lamp by the bed on before joining the other two on the bed. “We’ll keep the nightmares away.” He promised, wrapping his arms around Roman and resting his head against his chest. “You’re safe with us.”

Roman relaxed into the hold. “Thanks Pat-” His breath caught as an arm slid under his side from the other side, Virgil’s arms slipping around him too, his body cradling Roman’s. His eyes teared up as they glanced from Patton in front of him to Virgil’s arms, his voice cracking.

“Virgil?”

“I’ll protect you,” Virgil whispered, his words barely making it to Roman’s ears. 

Roman brought an unsteady hand from Patton’s back to Virgil’s arms. He closed his eyes as Patton and Virgil shifted closer to steady him.

Here.

Here was where he felt safe, in the arms of two people he cared about.

Here he was safe to sleep.

Here he was safe to dream.

Chapter 28

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Second Chance

Hello, me again! I just got back from re-reading Snap, and I was wondering if we could get a little peek at how the second chance rule went when it was first implemented? (Nooooo, this isn't a thinly veiled excuse to read more hurt/comfort, what are talking about?) – diamond-blade

Read on Ao3 Snap (not necessary, but perhaps explanatory)

Warnings: creative burnout, self-esteem issues

Pairings: roceit, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 1292

(also, if you'd by any chance be interested in reading some original fiction from me, please sound off in the comments! I've been working on a couple projects recently and i'd love to share them but I wouldn't want to shout into an empty void.)

    When Roman isn't in his room, Janus turns and heads for the Imagination's library instead.

Something he's still wrapping his head around is that Roman isn't at all how he expected him to act when he's hurt. He doesn't protest at the smothering from Patton or Virgil, he doesn't struggle against the prescribed mother-henning from Virgil, and the moment he's allowed off the hook he doesn't go out of his way to act like everything's back to normal. He is, in fact, one of the most sensible of them when it comes down to it.

Which, ironically, has posed its own list of problems.

Because Roman is so sensible, or perhaps because he has had to get so good at rationalizing and defending his actions, he is equally adept at explaining why, exactly, the things he is doing are sensible. So much so, in fact, that Janus has actually seen him talking his way through being allowed to do something he shouldn't by explaining how he's being reasonable about it.

Now, this isn't a problem when said thing is, oh, taking longer to eat his fill of the food that someone had generously taken the time to…experiment with and prepare, but it is a problem when it comes to him working after he's been suffering from creative burnout for the past few weeks.

Janus is certain there is a wonderful explanation prepared.

The library doors are closed, which is a good sign, but he can see from the light underneath that the curtains have been drawn, which is less good.

"Roman?"

"In here!"

Janus pushes open the doors and glances around. "Ah, there you are."

Roman waves from a table piled high with books. Some are from the library, others are not. Janus would bet good money that most of them are Roman's notebooks, each page filled with his neat little letters. He shakes his head slightly, marveling at how many notebooks Roman's managed to amass.

"Did you need something?"

He looks back at Roman. "You weren't in your room, I was worried."

Ah. Roman shuffles a little, looking away. "Did you…expect me to be?"

"I've seen Remus look less guilty than that," he says, not unkindly.

"So that's a yes," he mutters, flicking through a book.

He sighs. "I'm not mad at you, my prince."

"…you're not?"

"Should I be?" He quickly holds out a hand when Roman flinches, eyes widening and hands clenching on the book. "Relax, my prince, there's nothing you've done wrong, don't fret."

"Sorry." He toys with the corner of a page, "I'm…trying not to be so jumpy."

"You're still healing, I won't hold it against you." With Roman's permission, he sits carefully on the bench next to him. "When was the last time you took a break, my prince?"

"…what time is it?"

Janus raises a disapproving eyebrow.

"No, really, what time is it?"

"A few hours past noon."

"So…" Roman counts on his fingers, "about forty minutes ago."

"And the last time you ate?"

"A meal? Three hours ago. But…" He rummages around beneath the table, producing a thing of jerky and a bag of candy. "I have snacks!"

"And drank?" He holds up his water bottle and Janus snorts. "You're not on the road, sweetie, we have cups and mugs and plates, you don't have to snack like you're taking from provisions."

"I know, it's just easier. I am less likely to make a mess and get stuff on the books. Plus, when I'm clumsy and forgetful, then these things have lids and closures and I will not be spilling everywhere and ruining things." He makes a face. "I don't speak from experience or anything, though."

Janus chuckles, shaking his head slightly as Roman tucks his 'provisions' away and draws his book closer, squinting at the text.

See?

Reasonable.

But the same problem exists here as it does when he finds Remus in here after burnout, even if Roman's chosen to carry it out in a much less…obviously self-destructive way than swinging a sword at a dummy or insisting on sparring with a still-weakened body.

And to convince the prince of that will require the same amount of resolve.

"Roman," he begins as gently as he dares, "will you take another break?"

Roman looks up, a frown forming on his face. "Why, is something wrong?"

"Does something have to be wrong for you to take a break?"

"…it's just that I took one not too long ago, so…"

He waits for Roman to finish, and when he doesn't, reaches over and gently, tenderly, cups his cheek. "Second chance?"

Roman's eyes flutter closed and a shaky breath warms the skin just under Janus's glove. "Can I have a second to put words in order?"

He nods and lets the library lapse into silence again, still gently stroking the soft skin of Roman's cheek. He smiles when Roman leans into the touch, his other hand slowly moving from the book to the table, from the table to the bench, to nervously take the edge of Janus's cape between his fingers. He rewards the ask by scooting a little closer, enough to let the poor thing lean on him if need be.

"I've been struggling," Roman confesses in a delicate whisper, "not just because I've been…burnt out for so long, but because it's…it's still hard to ask."

He swallows and Janus adjusts his grip to let Roman lean against his shoulder.

"Part of it is…coming to terms with the fact that I'm not as useful to you all as I can't do the thing that makes me valuable anymore right now. Intellectually," he says before Janus can gently smack him, "I know that isn't true, that I don't have to be useful—or even be useful in the same way—I know I'm not about to be…kicked out or anything just 'cause I'm not what I was, but in the same way that intellectually knowing your leg is broken doesn't stop it from hurting."

He glances up at Janus, then at the hand clutching part of his cape.

"But it's fine."

Janus hisses gently. "Second chance?"

"I just don't want to be a burden, okay?"

There's a sudden vulnerability to his words, a weakness and meekness that's been absent from the conversation so far, and it gives Janus pause. His hands still in their ministrations and he turns just enough to cup Roman's chin.

"You're wanted," he says softly, feeling Roman's fingers twitch on his cape, "you're not a burden."

He can tell by the way Roman shifts and resolutely avoids his gaze that he doesn't quite believe it, not yet, but at least he doesn't try to argue. He cups his head and pulls him back in for a small cuddle, gently squeezing the back of his neck as Roman's free hand curls more confidently into the front of his shirt. He hums, low in his throat, gently kissing his temple.

Roman's stomach rumbles.

"Are you hungry?"

"Guess so."

"Hey," Janus calls, reaching out to stop him as he goes for his snacks again, "come down and have a proper meal, please?"

"Okay."

Janus smiles and helps him up, gently kissing his cheek as they leave the library. The Imagination carefully closes the notebook Roman left open, a single beam of golden sunlight illuminating it so that when he's ready, he can come back right to where he left off.

Come on, Janus isn't a monster, alright?

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To Unearth and Back Again; ⛅Chapter 5

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We just got a letter, We just got a letter, We just got a letter, Wonder who it's from!

-We Just Got a Letter, Blue's Clues

So there Roman stood, in the living room, wondering how he ever thought asking Remus for help was a good idea. The four other sides, plus one Thomas, were crowded on the couch around the letter, varying emotions from amusement to panic to disbelief. 

“Wow,” Virgil said, looking like he was about to explode into laughter. “Remus’s done some crazy things, but this one’s pretty out there, dude.”

Roman crossed his arms and grumbled. “It’s more than pretty out there! This is like, outer space levels of out there!”

“It’s certainly- interesting?” Thomas offered. 

“Dear butt brains,” Thomas read as Patton pouted, “great start.

I’ve kidnapped Janus! If you want him back, you’re going on a quest. Manticores and chimera and getting bitten by weird bugs, all that fun stuff. I think you’ll know where to find me!

Have fun! Or don’t, I don’t care.

Love, Remus.”

“I’m not sure why he bothered with the cut-and-paste letters when he was going to sign it anyways. But yeah, this is—a lot bonkers,” Thomas coughed. “At least he was blunt about it?” 

“I do not know that that improves this situation much,” Logan said. Patton whined, peeking at the letter over Logan’s shoulder, who patted his leg comfortingly.

“I, frankly, think this is hilarious.” Virgil said, still barely keeping himself from cracking up. “Insane, absolutely, but hilarious.”

“It’s not funny!” Patton whined. “Janus is missing!”

“He’s not missing, Remus just has him,” Virgil responded, which didn’t seem to quell Patton’s fretting much. He made big, pleading eyes at Virgil, who winced and turned away.

“He’s your boyfriend,” he muttered, but made no further comment on it.

“We’ve got to go and find him,” Patton pleaded. Logan rubbed at his shoulder, tucking him into his side. 

“We will, dear. Remus may be– a lot, but he is still a part of Thomas. And even as a part of his Creativity, there is only so much he can do.”

“What he can do is get ready to catch these hands!” Roman shouted. This was not conducive to a nice picnic with Virgil! How was he supposed to have a nice, peaceful maybe-date over tea sandwiches and mug cakes like this?

Roman flung open his closet door and shifted some of the outfits to the sides to make his way to the back. A couple feet deep into the closet, set into its back wall, was a small wooden door, painted in red and rounded at the top. The edge was framed with a strip of white, words etched into the band and filled in with gold.

“Imagination is the key,” it said.

Roman, at the moment, was imagining some choice things he wanted to say to his brother.

He spent only a second fumbling with the handle, a golden affair shaped into his emblem, before throwing the door open and revealing the mystical landscape inside, miles of grass with green forests in the distance, leaves turning darker as the rolling white clouds turned to eerie green misted sky.

“Don’t trip,” he said sharply, hopping over the doorframe himself as he entered. Thomas came in first, followed by Logan and Patton arm-in-arm, and then Roman rushed back to the door to hold it all the way open for Virgil, because if he couldn’t be treating him to a picnic and some tea sandwiches and mug cakes, he could at least be a little bit chivalrous. 

“Welcome to the Imagination,” Roman said, bowing slightly to Virgil as he stepped into the grass field, who giggled nervously despite the situation. Roman beamed at him in a way he silently prayed looked comforting.

As soon as Virgil had stepped fully through the door, though, a strong wind blew it closed with a slam, and it disappeared into thin air. The group didn’t even have a moment to react before they were covered in a cloud of green glitter. Roman coughed, shaking his head. He spluttered for a second in confusion before catching a glimpse of gold and gasping, barely believing his eyes at what he was seeing.

His clothes were changing before his eyes–the fitted, stark white of his prince costume became looser, more cottonlike, its gold riff-raff becoming plates of armor on his elbows and torso. Black dress pants became high-waisted dark brown trousers tucked over the white tunic, his normal dark boots becoming taller and sturdier and golden knee guards appearing over the tops. His sash glowed and grew, becoming more like a big cowl around his shoulders. A golden shield pin materialized on his shoulder, holding it in place to the armor.

Roman watched in awe as the sparkles began to clear, collecting around his waist, where they formed into a leather belt with his sword in its hilt attached to one side as the green glow faded.

Blinking his eyes and looking around, he saw that the rest of the group had changed as well.

Logan’s casual polo and tie had turned to a silver-adorned nigh-blue vest over a faded navy blue tunic, cloak draped over his shoulders and held by a silver cloak pin. A matching celestial chain belt was wrapped around his waist and his usual casual jeans and sneakers combo had turned to black pants and short heeled black boots.

Clutching onto Logan’s shoulder and looking dizzy was Patton, normal garb replaced with something a bit more fantastical. His polo had undergone the least change out of all of their items so far–while it had become looser, knit fabric turning woven, it was still the same shade of bright blue with its folded collar. Under it, though, was now a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, and he wore flowy white shorts fastened with a brown leather belt that held little vials and bandage rolls. Brown leggings and low blue-and-grey boots had appeared over his legs and feet, and his shins and arms were protected by leather armor.

At first glance, Roman thought he was still wearing his unchanged cardigan, but looking a little closer, it had transformed into a short cloak of the same gray shade. As Patton stumbled off of Logan, brushing himself off, Roman saw that the hood was adorned with small fabric ears and the inside lined with a warm froggy green. 

Thomas had tripped in the confusion, and he groaned, pushing himself off the ground and checking himself for grass stains while admiring his new outfit. His chest had been adorned with a white low-neck poet shirt, rainbow and pink flowers embroidered around the collar. Sitting layered over the new shirt was a leather chestpiece and arm guards and he wore brown pants and boots with a matching belt. 

Oh, and Virgil, Roman thought, eyes finally coming to rest on the object of his affections; Virgil looked beautiful- A vibrant purple shirt layered over white, and black cargo pants that were very neat, in Roman’s personal opinion. Over his sleeves were white wrist guards ending at black fingerless gloves, and on his feet sat high purple buckle-covered boots that Roman thought suited him wonderfully, just like his cloak, embroidered with the same stitched-purple-and-plaid patchwork as his hoodie. The inside was lavender, and the way Virgil rubbed his cheek against the lining did not go unnoticed by Roman.

It was rather a good allegory for Virgil himself, dark and defensive on the outside but so soft and comforting on the in. He was absolutely covered in belts, and it should frankly have made him look like an edgy teenager in a Hot Topic, but on Virgil, it made him look like the brilliantly brave protector Roman knew he was and so utterly adored of him.

Roman felt a flush rising to his cheeks, and brushed at his face, making intense eye contact with the nonexistent eyes of the grass to avoid letting Virgil see the blush that was surely dusting his already besotted expression.

“Wow,” Patton said, and Roman thought for a quick second that he must also be admiring Virgil, and for another quick second he was mad at Patton because he couldn’t be admiring Virgil when he was already in love with Janus and Virgil didn’t like Janus so that wasn’t fair, and then so yet another second to berate himself for that thought because it was just mean and also Virgil was pretty, and then finally looked up to see that Patton was not looking at Virgil at all but over the sprawling landscape of trees and grass and mystery laid out before them.

Roman hummed in contemplation. Patton stood still gazing out at the world, Logan and Virgil and Thomas joining him with a sense of fear and curiosity but wonder all the same.

Patton breathed out into the wind, squeezing his shoulders and his arms in a self-hug. Logan placed a hand on his back reassuringly then, and Virgil twitched and raised his hand to mirror the action before thinking more consideringly of their relationship and flinching his arm back into himself.

“It feels so strange,” Patton whispered, and Thomas hummed in agreement. “It’s almost unearthly.”

“Well, here we go, then,” Roman said, brandishing his sword.

“To unearth, and back again.”

Bonus song for this chapter: Open by Crying!