#pairing: wyatt x kurt

[rose-of-oz]

WYATT WEAVER & WYATT + KURT

⤷ For my beloved @carmens-garden for her Happiness Exchange; I really hope you like this!

[wrestlersownmyheart]

The Demon Whisperer (Finn Bálor X Reader)

Pairing: Finn Bálor X Reader Summary: Y/N's close friend, Finn Bálor, feels unusually moody and downright angry after Bray Wyatt dumps a bucket of blood on him after their match. But Y/N knows just the thing to relax him. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with NXT or WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content Warning: Blood warning, and fluff.

The Demon Whisperer

Having just finished with a degrading diva's bikini photo shoot to promote SummerSlam, I sat down in a folding chair in one of the arena's hallways, and watched Finn Bálor's match against Bray Wyatt as I clipped my hair up into a messy twist.

Finn had become one of my best friends since I debuted with WWE about a year prior. I secretly had the hugest crush on him—actually, I was head over heels in love with him. But he didn't seem all that interested in dating or relationships. I figured he was just completely focused on his career—many of the guys were. But man… When I got to be around him, he'd make me feel so… alive. And happy. Despite his frequent moody spells, thanks to a certain demon that resided inside him.

Finn was absolutely gorgeous. Actually, that would be an understatement. He was breathtaking. And most times he appeared to know it. But other times he seemed rather shy.

His vivid blue eyes would light up and flash when he was happy, but could darken and go black in the next instant—whenever Bálor wanted to make an appearance. Whenever I'd speak to him and he turned to face me… Well, when I had his attention, I most definitely knew I had his attention. He'd focus so intently on me and what I was saying that sometimes manufacturing coherent sentences was near impossible.

Lost in my thoughts of Finn, I became vaguely aware of Bray Wyatt's voice shouting:

"This is what happens when you send a boy to do the devil's work!"

My eyes shot up to the monitors again, and I watched in horror and disgust as Bray made his way over to the corner of the ring where Finn sat, and unceremoniously dumped a bucket of what appeared to be blood, over my Irish friend's head. Immediately, Finn began struggling and flopping around as if the blood was actually hurting him.

My hand darted to my mouth as I gasped. Angry that Bray had done something so vile to my friend, I ran down the hall to the women's locker room and grabbed the biggest towel I could find for Finn, and then headed to gorilla to meet him.

As I rounded a corner, I nearly collided with Bray's chest in my hurry to reach Finn. Recoiling in disgust, I glared at him and muttered, "You are absolutely repulsive. Blood," I asked, eyeing the rusty old bucket he still held in his hand. "Seriously?" I turned to finish my run to gorilla, when I heard Bray cackle pleasantly, and a hand grabbed my wrist.

"Now, what's your hurry, little lamb?" His fake preacher-like drawl sent chills up my spine.

My temper flew past its breaking point and I swung around, connecting my open palm with his face. "Don't freaking touch me!"

Finn suddenly appeared next to me—out of nowhere, it seemed.

"Get away from 'er, ya psycho," he shouted, drawing his fist back at Bray. His eyes flashed between blue and black for a few seconds. He obviously was battling his demon side. Bálor was clawing to get out.

"Finn, no!" I dropped the towel I'd been holding for him, and lunged for his wrist with both my hands—ignoring the sticky red substance coating him—and held on for dear life. "He isn't worth it. Go to Angle and get a rematch scheduled for SummerSlam. After that stunt…" I glared at Bray's grinning figure. "I'm sure Kurt will set it up."

Like clockwork Kurt hurried up to us then, and eyed both Finn and Bray wearily. "Get on out of here, Bray," he said. "You and Finn obviously have unfinished business." He shifted his gaze over to Finn then, and said softly, "Come with me to my office, Finn. We'll have a talk."

"I'm not goin' anywhere till he is gone and away from y/n," Finn nearly shouted, pointing his finger at Bray.

"Don't worry, Finn," Bray taunted. "My beef ain't with your sweetie. It's with you."

I rolled my eyes. He clearly was just trying to anger Finn and get his focus off SummerSlam. However, he finally did turn around and start to walk down the hallway. The building went dark—pitch black—for several seconds and then the lights came back on.

Bray was nowhere to be seen.

Sighing, I bent down and picked up the towel I'd dropped earlier and wiped at Finn's face with it. "Here," I told him gently. "This will have to do until you can get in the shower."

"Come on, Finn," Kurt said again. "Let's go talk."

"Okay," Finn nodded, as he took over the towel, wiping his face and chest. When he was able to see a little more clearly, his sapphire gaze shifted to mine and he scowled at me. "You an' I are goin' t' chat later, lass."

"What? Why? I don't-"

"Ya've no business antagonizin' Wyatt like d'at," he blurted in a heated tone. "He's probably t'ree times y'r size! Do ya know what he could've done t' ya?"

"He didn't do anything, Finn," I said, trying to calm him down. "Just… You need to try and chill out."

"'Chill out'," he repeated, his eyes threatening to go black. "I need t' 'chill out'?"

"Yes," I said, my temper flaring again. "Nothing happened, and you're over-reacting."

"I'm over-reacting?!"

Feeling a headache brewing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Finn, seriously. I think you need to go talk to Kurt and get a shower. Then we'll talk. Rationally."

"She's right, Finn," Kurt spoke up. "We'll talk, and then you can get cleaned up. Now, let's go." His tone left no room for argument. Finn finally turned to leave with him, but not before muttering, "You should put some clothes on. Why are ya runnin' around nearly naked, woman?"

"Photo shoot," I uttered, glancing down at my red bikini. Why is he so angry at me, I wondered as he stalked off behind Kurt. What did I do?

"You need to get the demon under control," Alexa Bliss giggled as she walked by. "He's out for blood."

"Why me," I asked. "What can I do about it?"

Alexa stopped and leaned against the wall with me. "Why you? Honey, if you don't know by now that Finn's sweet on you…" She trailed off with a soft chuckle and a flip of her hair. "As for what you can do about it… Heck if I know. Maybe you could cheer Finn up. I mean, it makes sense to me… If Finn's happy, maybe Bálor will calm down."

I sighed. "Maybe you're right. I'll try to think of something. Thanks, Alexa."

"Don't mention it," she smiled, and patted my shoulder. "I'll catch ya later."

"See ya," I returned.

I was already deep in thought. How in the world was I going to help Finn?

Legos!

It came to me instantly. We could go back to the hotel after he showered, and I would get him to build something. It'd get his mind off Wyatt and make him think of home—Ireland. It was a perfect plan!

Minutes later, Finn came down the hall and was still trying to wipe away the drying blood on his skin. I met up with him, and forced a smile to test out his temperament.

He scowled. "Why're ya smilin', woman?"

I shook my head. "No reason. Come on. Let's go get you cleaned up. Then we're gonna do something fun to cheer you up."

"D'ere is no 'let's' when it comes to me cleaning up, lass," he snapped. "I'm getting a shower. Ya can't help me wit' dat."

I could've sworn he blushed.

"Oh, don't be a big baby. I'm in a bathing suit, and you… Well… Keep your trunks on. And I won't ogle you. Deal?" Not giving him a chance to argue, I tugged on his wrist, leading him to the showers. "Besides, there's no way you'll be able to get all that gunk off without some help."

"So ya wanna see me completely naked, eh, beautiful?"

I scoffed. I didn't have to see Finn's eyes to know that Bálor was now present. "Bálor, go away," I ordered as I pushed Finn into the shower room. "This is not about you, believe me. And Finn's not going to be naked anyway. He's gonna wear his trunks."

Surprisingly, Bálor listened to me, because Finn spoke then and I detected some awkwardness in his tone. "Uh, y/n… What if someone walks in here an' sees us?"

Hmmm… He had a point. I looked back at the door to see if it had a lock.

Jackpot. It locked, and it had a "Closed For Cleaning~Come Back In 1 Hour" sign.

"Ah-ha!" I took the sign, briefly showing it to Finn and opened the door. Poking my head out, I made sure no one was around and being nosy. Then I hung the sign on the knob, shut the door and promptly locked it. "Satisfied?"

"I guess dat'll work," he replied, and placed his hands on his hips. "I'm still angry at ya, y/n," he said, changing the subject quite abruptly. I could see he was still fighting the urge to let Bálor loose.

"Get in the shower stall, Finn. We'll talk as you get clean."

"Brón maith," he uttered under his breath as he took off his boots and knee pads.

I couldn't help but ogle him as he got rid of some of his wrestling gear.

Finn's abs had always captivated me, but his thighs were definitely nothing to sneeze at. They were quite luscious, actually. The muscles on this man! How could someone literally have muscle creases in their thighs that flashed all the way up to their rear end? He'd barely move his legs and these sexy lines would appear out of nowhere, blinking at me like a neon sign.

"Ya broke yer promise, lass," Finn said in an odd tone of voice.

My eyes shot up to his face, and I could already feel my face burning like fire. He was watching me as I watched him. His gaze was intense; unreadable.

"S-sorry," I stammered. "I-I… I didn't mean to stare…"

"Like what ya see?"

I groaned as I stepped into the stall with Finn and closed the door. "Seriously, Bálor! Get the heck out of here! And stay out!" I shook my head and sighed, glancing up at Finn as I started the shower water. "How in the world do you have a private conversation with him lurking around?"

"I usually don't," Finn replied, watching me get his shower water ready.

"So…" I nudged him underneath the shower head and got him to tilt his head back so I could wet his hair down and rinse away most of the blood. "How do you date?"

"I haven't dated in…years. I mean, well… Bálor has had his flings, but I… I just never figured out how t' deal wit' a relationship, when he's always buttin' in." He rolled his eyes. "It got pretty awkward—trying to romance a girl. And d'en he'd start flirtin' wit' her because I 'wasn't doin' it right'." He held up his hands and did air quotes.

I reached over to grab some of the 2-in-1 shampoo plus body-wash he had setting on a shelf in the stall, and poured a ton of it into my hands before reaching up and working it through his hair.

"Sounds like 'ol Bálor is a tad jealous, if you ask me," I smiled at him. I saw his eyes flicker between blue and black like a strobe light, and I lost my patience. "Bálor, I swear if you come out again, I'm going to slap the taste right out of your mouth!" I heard a low growl emerge from Finn's lips and I chuckled, shaking my head. "You don't scare me, big boy. You never have, and never will. Leave." Finn's eyes settled with his bright blue sparkle, and I giggled as I tilted his head under the shower head again, to rinse his hair. "He's just a big spoiled baby."

"Ye're da only one he lets get away wit' treatin' him like d'at." He reached up to wipe some water from his eyes. "Anyone else…he'd bite d'eir heads off. Maybe even maim 'em." He looked pensive, as if something had just occurred to him.

I turned him around once his hair was rinsed out, and then poured some more shampoo-slash-body wash onto a washcloth. "Wow, this stuff smells really awesome," I commented, beginning to scrub at his back and trying to wash away the dried blood. I finally reached his lower back and then passed him the washcloth. "Here. You finish up with your chest while I give you a shoulder massage. You're way too tense."

He took over cleaning himself and I gently dug my thumbs into his shoulders and rubbed along the hard muscles of his back, using the soapy lather to help my fingers glide over his skin. He growled again, but this time it was a sound of pleasure. I pressed my thumbs into his spine, gently, but firmly and let them slide down the firm length of his back.

"You need to get yourself a woman who can manhandle that demon of yours." I told him with a chuckle. "A woman who'll put up with him, or put him in his place. If you find someone who can do that, you'll have a real keeper, because Bálor is a complete jackass-"

I cried out softly as Finn spun around and grabbed me. I was shocked to instantly find myself pinned to the tiled wall by his strong body. Shower water rained down on us both, and now I was soaking wet in my bikini. "Bálor, please," I whispered, my heart pounding in my throat. My breath was coming in brief snatches. I became completely aware of what the demon could do to me, if he chose to overpower Finn and fully materialize.

I kept my gaze down, afraid of what I'd see in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I have a big mouth, and it runs a little too freely sometimes. I just-"

Finn's voice was soft when he finally spoke. "D'ere is only one woman I've seen put Bálor in his place, lass. And she's a woman I've wanted from the first moment I saw her."

He didn't say anything else. Until he lifted my chin with his finger, forcing me to look at him. I gasped at the passion I saw burning in his blue eyes.

Bálor wasn't present. It was completely Finn.

"You," he finally whispered, struggling to lose his accent enough to enunciate the word. "It's you, y/n." He moved in even closer, ignoring the spraying water above us. "I love ya." While I stood there in shock, he reached up and unclipped my hair, letting the bulk of it fall to my hips. Within seconds I felt my hair plastering against me. "And ya love me, too," he added confidently.

"H-how do you know that," I asked, completely dazed. It was true, but I'd never told anyone I had feelings for Finn. I'd kept it a secret.

He chuckled slightly and kissed the tip of my nose.

"Ya t'ink Bálor—as powerful as he is—can't read minds, Mo grá?

I felt my mouth gape open. "S-so… you've known how I felt, all this time?"

"Uh-huh."

I couldn't help but smile at the playful tone in his voice.

"Why… Why didn't you say anything to me? Why didn't you ask me out? Why-"

His mouth silenced mine with a soft kiss.

I shivered, despite the hot shower water that drenched us. He slowly pulled away, and looked me in the eye. "It hadn't occurred to me how well ya handle Bálor, love. I was afraid he'd eat ya alive." His sensuous lips curved up in a smile. "But, I t'ink he's actually pretty fond o' ya too."

I smiled back at him. I felt my chest tighten with everything I was feeling. The man I loved, loved me in return. All was right with my world.

"I do love you," I whispered, realizing I hadn't actually told him yet. "More than anything."

His grin broadened at my words. And then he chuckled. The sound rumbled in his chest, and then his lips were on mine again. I sighed into his mouth and melted against him as his strong arms wrapped around me.

THE END

[voidedtrisha]

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True Goddess | Part One

Pairing(s): Bray Wyatt x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,867 words

Warning(s): Language, stalking

Summary: Someone is watching the reader and has been getting more bold as time progresses. Fortunately, this person does seem to be of some help, but the reader is also faced with both an angry opponent and an internal conflict that will be addressed more in part two.

Eyes.

The feeling of being watched had grown all too familiar within recent weeks, but this time the faint discomfort of eyes was much closer. Where the observer -dare one say stalker- hid was unknown, but the burning sensation on the back of [Y/N]’s head at least gave her some hint as to where this mystery person was. She daren't look, refusing to give any form of twisted satisfaction to the person - not to mention she was afraid of who it may be.

The loud and crowded corridors backstage were little help to navigate out of sight, so [Y/N] eventually settled in the back of catering. Her eyes focused on the plastic table she sat at, mind swirling with different questions. She didn't have time for this stupid game, not with her championship opportunity so soon. Alexa was no easy opponent, especially with that mole rat Ronda craving revenge, and [Y/N] needed her focus on them.

There was a momentary shake as someone sat down opposite of [Y/N], either unaware that she wanted to be alone or blatantly ignoring that she wanted to be alone. She didn't bother looking up, hoping the person would go away, but they didn't. The burning sensation of eyes watching her strengthened, now directly on her. This person was the person that had been watching her every movement for weeks now. Involuntarily, the hair on [Y/N]’s arms and neck raised in alert, but she remained as calm as possible.

“So, you're the one with the staring problem, eh?” It was supposed to be comedic, but [Y/N] sounded more agitated than anything. Well, at least it conveyed how she truly felt about the situation.

The person didn't bother replying, not that [Y/N] had really expected them to. What do you say to someone who accuses you of stalking them, anyways? She couldn't say, but it also wasn’t her problem. Exasperated and annoyed by the lack of response, [Y/N] lifted her head and found herself getting sick; there was no one sitting across from her. The table had shaken and there had even been a shadow, how could there not have been anyone there? The most nerve-wracking part was that the burning sensation of eyes watching was still too close.

Ghostly pale and shaking, [Y/N] rushed back into the crowded corridors to get to the women’s locker room - the only place those eyes couldn't reach her. Upon entering, the locker room was void of any other women. Peace and quiet was normally soothing for [Y/N] since her life was so full of rowdy fans and pestering company men, yet now it felt haunting.

It was only when [Y/N] sat down near her locker that she noticed the small yellow sticky note pressed against the metal. Her heart rate increased as she snatched the small paper from the locker, her eyes scanning over it.

“Check your locker.” It seemed innocent enough, probably something one of the women had left for her - maybe Nicole? Of course, [Y/N] knew very well that she was just trying to fool herself. Ignorance is bliss, after all.

Everything in the locker had been left alone, but now there was something new - something that clearly didn't belong to [Y/N]. A small wallet laid atop her duffel bag of clothes, appearing to be some sort of faux alligator. Cautiously, as if the object could harm her, [Y/N] grabbed the wallet and examined it. It was rough and worn, and part of her swore she had seen it somewhere before. The inside was void of any hints as to who left it, but it was obviously the person stalking her.

Shaken by how bold this person was getting, [Y/N] placed the wallet back in her locker and checked the time. Baron and Kurt should have just finished their backstage segment, giving her less than an hour to prepare for Alexa. Focusing needed to become her main priority for the time being, and as hard as it was going to be to achieve it, it had to be done for the sake of winning the championship.

Time ticked by all too quickly, and before she knew it, [Y/N] was called to the gorilla position. Alexa was currently making her entrance, flaunting her newly won championship and berating the crowd, as usual. Focus wasn't something that [Y/N] had fully achieved, but she had forced the mystery person into the back of her mind for now, which would help a great deal. As Alexa finished her entrance with a smug smile, [Y/N]’s music started. Taking a deep breath, she made her way to the ring.

“Oh, come on, ref! How could you not have seen that?” Michael Cole’s voice boomed disapprovingly as Alexa raked her fingers into the eyes of [Y/N], effectively lessening her eyesight.

Salty tears streamed down [Y/N]’s flushed cheeks as a natural reaction, hoping to cleanse any germs from her eyes. This, of course, only made her field of vision even worse. The championship felt like a distant goal now, especially with Alexa pounding her feet into [Y/N]’s head. Slowly, the crowd’s noise became static, and [Y/N] felt herself slipping into oblivion.

To put the icing on the bitter cake, Alexa lifted [Y/N] from the mat and prepared her signature DDT. Just as Alexa was about to drop [Y/N] on her head, the lights in the arena went dark. The crowd cheered in delight and screamed in horror, waiting eagerly to see what had happened. As quickly as they had gone, the lights returned to reveal Alexa knocked out cold in the middle of the ring with [Y/N] on top of her.

At the end of the ramp stood a massive blob that [Y/N] couldn't quite make out due to her impaired vision, but she assumed it was the person who had been watching her. That didn't matter now, though. What mattered was the fact that the referee slammed his hand against the mat thrice and called for the bell, signifying the match was over and that the winner was [Y/N].

“We have a new women’s champion,” exclaimed Jonathan Coachman in shock, the crowd’s cheering almost drowning him out completely.

Byron Saxton scoffed, shaking his head. “Thanks to Bray Wyatt! This wasn't a fair match,” those words were what gained the attention of [Y/N].

As she forced herself to stand, gripping the championship in her hands, [Y/N] looked to where the blob stood. Her vision was still impaired, but now that she really focused on it, she could make out the distinct features of Bray. It didn't make sense as to why he had been the one watching her, and yet, it did. He was the type to stalk someone, but that still didn't explain why he was watching her specifically.

As Bray sauntered off backstage, [Y/N] celebrated for a few minutes in the ring before heading backstage to the medical room to have her eyes rinsed out and checked. Along the way, many congratulated her, but it was clear that none of them were impressed because of Bray’s interference - she was supposed to be a face, after all. It didn't matter; she was the new champion and that was that.

The doctor in the medical room determined that [Y/N] would be fine after he rinsed her eyes, stating that the trauma wasn’t enough to cause any real damage. A relief, considering she would have had to relinquish the championship if there was damage that required surgery.

After the rinsing of her eyes was done, [Y/N] headed towards the women’s locker room for a shower. She was stopped short when she saw Bray staring her down, his gaze burning a hole straight through her soul. He chuckled, dark and sinister like always, before disappearing down one of the unused hallways. He wanted her to follow him, it seemed. And while it probably wasn't a good idea, she did want to thank him, so she followed behind him from a distance.

The sounds of conversations and cheering became faint the farther that [Y/N] followed Bray into the backstage area, effectively causing that fear within her to rise again. This wasn't just her confronting the man that had been stalking her, no, this was her confronting one of the most dangerous men on the roster in a secluded area. As the fear only continued to grow, [Y/N] felt the need to turn and run. Just as she worked up the courage to bolt down the corridor and back into civilization, Bray turned to a door, grinned at her, and walked inside.

“Son of a bitch,” [Y/N] murmured to herself, shaking the thoughts of leaving aside and continuing down the corridor. The door was like any other, nothing intimidating about it, and yet she found it to be one of the most intimidating things she had ever encountered. Her hand hovered near the door for a few agonizing moments before she finally knocked, almost too soft to even be heard in the silence.

There was nothing, for a moment. “Come in.” Bray called out in a childlike delight, his voice muffled from the object between them. [Y/N] could hear the smile on his lips, and she debated going in again, but before she knew it, she stood before Bray. Her shaking hand remained on the door, which was still wide open, and she watched him. He sat on this dark green couch, right in the middle of the room. “Don’t be rude, lamb. Close the door, make yourself at home.” He chuckled lowly as he watched her struggle to close the door, fighting her better judgment.

Ever nervous and shaky with her movements, [Y/N] sat on a worn wooden chair that was close to the door. “I- uh- I just wanted to thank you for helping me,” she muttered, eyes anywhere but Bray. He hummed, and then there was silence. “I should go- I apologize for bothering you,” as she stood, so did he. Her eyes widened at his intense expression, and suddenly she realized she really shouldn't have come here.

“Why do I terrify you so, lamb? I would never imagine harming you, if that's what concerns you.” Bray took a step forward, his eyes stormy and unreadable. Frozen, [Y/N] tried to choke out a response, but Bray quickly hushed her with his hand. “Or do you truly fear me? Fear can be easily confused with lust - with desire.” His expression had changed very slightly, a small smile across his lips.

Confusion laced the face of [Y/N] at Bray’s words, her eyes shooting to meet his own. It was entirely possible she was confusing her lust with fear, but with her mind currently set in fear, she refused to entertain the thought. “I fear you,” she stated as she backed away to the door, “I- thank you for helping me, but please.. leave me alone.” She vanished from the room, almost running down the corridor to reach the women's locker room.