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okay so freaking cute.

i can’t wait to see them in san jose.

totally see them having really soft sex because of her shoulder and will just being so gentle.

a weekend in san jose

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

part 11!! WOW guys i made this into a lovely 6.3k fic filled with lots of fuff and a bit of smut! i got super carried away and because everyone seems to like longer fics sometimes, i put this all into one part woohoo (can also be read as a stand alone if u really want)

i made note in big red letters where the smut starts and ends so if you don't wanna read it, you can just skip past it. :)

if you do read the smut though warnings are: hickeys, making out, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, swearing, i think that's it? just read at ur own risk and skip if u don't wanna read! :) but anyways, enjoy this long fic!!!!!!!!! this may be the last part of this side plot unless there's more you guys think of and if you do pls send my way and i will happily write it

au masterlist

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10

samy was in san jose the next weekend. she came out of her gate in search of will who told her he'd meet her there, so her eyes scanned the crowd for his familiar blonde curls. there were so many people pushing and shoving their way through, she forgot how busy san jose's airport was compared to ann arbor.

finally, the brunette found will's taller figure near the edge of the crowd. she quickly grinned, raising her hand so he'd see her before navigating herself towards him. she came out on the other side of the crowd embracing her boyfriend in a tight hold. he held her tightly, spinning the two around a bit.

"hi, so good to see you," the girl mumbled into his shoulder.

"glad you made it safely. it's good to see you too," will cheered, pulling back so he could see her face. his hands caressed her cheek, quickly pecking her lips and then pulling her back towards the exit.

"mack's waiting with the car in kind of an illegal parking spot, so we gotta hurry back," will explained his fast pace while samy just giggled. typical.

"don't tell me you parked in the pick up lane," she raised her eyebrow. when will didn't say anything the girl hit his arm and rolled her eyes.

"what? i wasn't gonna spend an hour fighting with someone in the parking garage," he defended himself because why would he waste his time in there when he could sort of illegally park in the pick up line for ten minutes?

will navigated them through the busy airport in five minutes, way faster than samy would have gotten herself out. the warm san jose air hit her skin like a refreshing drink after spending so much time in the cold back in michigan. she giggled as the blonde pulled her towards his fancy bronco—one of the first things will spent his new money on.

"wow, i haven't seen the car in person yet," she admired how clean and sleek it looked compared to her parent's old ford suv she drove around back home. (and it was actually jack's before it was hers)

"nice, isn't it?" will grinned proudly as he helped samy get her suitcase into the back.

"hey samy!" mack exclaimed from where he moved himself to the backseat. the only rule in will's car was that samy got passenger seat anytime she was around.

"hey mack!" the girl exclaimed and ran around to quickly hug in before getting into the front.

will was in a moment later and the three of them rolled out before an officer gave them a ticket for parking in the pick up line.

"it's good to see you, mack. i haven't seen you since the draft," samy grinned.

"you too. i'm excited you're visiting this weekend. smitty was yapping in my ear yesterday about all the plans he had for you guys," the younger brunette said making will flush in slight embarassment. samy found it endearing though.

"ooh, i can't wait. i haven't been up since we moved him in at the beginning of august," the girl poked her boyfriend's arm to which he just grabbed her hand to hold it.

macklin smirked from the backseat, remembering the conversation he poked at will about a month ago about his driving. it all made sense to the shark player now.

"well when you and will aren't off doing whatever, sennecke and i wanna catch up with you. he said he'd drive up to hang out like tomorrow or something," macklin said.

"wait, yeah. i wanna see him beck. i told him i'd see him whenever i was here," samy grinned. beckett and mack were the two "freshmen" she adopted and basically took under her wing at the draft this past summer and with such busy schedules, she hadn't been able to see them since.

"not to put a dent in your plans or anything smitty," macklin eyed his friend in the front seat. will just shrugged.

"all good, we have like three-ish days to do stuff. i haven't seen much of beckett either so it'd be cool to see him," will nodded in agreement and the other two smiled.

will dropped macklin back off at his place and then went back around the block to the house. he helped samy with her luggage again and led the way into the marleau household.

"just a fair warning, pat's youngest kids will go a little crazy at first because..you know..you're quinn, jack, and luke's little sister," will chuckled a bit before he opened the door. samy flushed, a smile gracing her lips.

"dont worry, i can handle it," and with that, will carefully opened the front door.

the commotion could be heard loud and clear. it was definitely a boy house with the tv on loud and voices already arguing about something as the couple stepped in.

"hey guys, will's back with samy!" patrick saw them first where he got up from the couch to greet them.

christina came out from the kitchen with the youngest boys behind her. the older ones got from the couch too. "hi samy! it's so good to finally meet you. we've heard a bunch about you," chrisitina grinned, going in for a hug.

"it's so good to finally meet you guys too," she hugged her back and then went to give a quick hug to patrick.

"welcome to our home for the weekend! these are our boys—landon, brody, jagger, and caleb," patrick introduced the boys who shyly waved at the girl.

"you're quinn's sister!" caleb exclaimed making the others laugh. samy smiled, bending down so she was eye level with him.

"i am. maybe i can score you a signed puck or something," the girl laughed and she loved the way caleb's face lit up at that idea.

"why don't you guys get settled in and then i have some lunch whenever you're hungry," christina smiled and samy thanked them for letting her stay before following will upstairs.

she admired how will already hung up some of the things that were on his walls at boston. she especially liked the framed pictures of her and him on his nightstand.

"those boys are adorable," she turned to him as he set down her suitcase and shut the door.

"they're pretty funny. maybe they can convince you to play some driveway hockey with them," will chuckled.

"oh, 100%. they seem so nice, i'm glad you've found a home here with them," samy sat down on the bed to just take it all in and catch her breath after the plane ride and meeting everyone.

will quickly joined her. "it's..it's the life alright. i'm grateful for how kind they've been to me."

"i mean, duh. who wouldn't wanna be kind to you," the soccer player laughed as she reached over to pinch her boyfriend's cheek. he took that as his opportunity to take ahold of her hand and bring her in for a better kiss than their peck at the airport.

this one was a lot slower and filled with more love. samy curled her good arm around his neck where she toyed with the little curls on the back of his neck. her hand brushed against his chest and will curled his own fingers around her own.

"i love you. i'm glad you're here. this is gonna be really fun," the boy hummed when they pulled apart.

"i love you too, handsome. can't wait to beat your ass in driveway hockey later," she teased and will rolled his eyes.

"alright. don't gotta go that far."

"you're just mad because you know i will, even with a hurt shoulder," the brunette smirked. luckily, she was able to graduate from a bulky sling to a shoulder brace that still kept everything in place, but she had a bit more mobility than before.

plus, even though it was her right shoulder, she shot with her opposite arm and hand in hockey so she'd have no problem taking down will and the marleau kids.

later that afternoon, samy did exactly that. all the marleau boys were out in the driveway with will and samy as they teamed themselves off to play against one another. samy got brody and landon, the older ones, for the first round and she already knew they were gonna kick will's butt.

she ran right past will's feet and passed the ball they were playing with towards landon. he swiped past his brothers to shoot it right into the back of the neck. samy and brody cheered while will groaned.

"you have a hurt shoulder, i'm not gonna go hard on you," the blonde complained and made an weak excuse for the loss.

"come on, babe. i'm not broken. i can still play. you don't gotta go easy on me," samy said.

"if you say that, i am gonna go hard on you and then end up hurting you more, so i'm good," will said as the six of them sit themselves back up.

"will hurting his girlfriend? ooh.." jagger said making everyone but will laugh.

"someone record it!" samy added into the teasing which will just shook his head to.

they played for the rest of the night until christina called them in for dinner. samy got to know the marleau's more while she told them about her life at michigan and the legacy her and her brothers were leaving on the field and on the ice.

once they finsihed, will and samy hung out downstairs for a bit before calling it a night knowing there was a lot to do tomorrow with will's extensive itinerary.

"i love those kids," samy commented from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth.

"they're really great. they're always bugging me to play with them," will smiled.

"that's so cute. they probably look up to you so much in addition to their dad. i hope you cherish that," the brunette hummed.

"oh, i do, don't worry. it keeps me motivated when they watch the games and see how i do."

the youngest hughes shut the light off and eagerly crawled into will's bed. this was her favorite part about getting to visit and sleeping in the same bed together. will was always so warm, so it was especially nice when they were in michigan or boston and it was below 30 degrees. even now it added that extra comfort as the girl snuggled in close to her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his torso. the sleep came faster than it had all semester and she was out in minutes with will not too fard behind her.

—

will picked macklin up again the next day as they headed downtown to the place they would meet beckett for lunch. the younger brunette was pretty chipper as he climbed into the back, probably because it wasn't 7 in the morning for once when will picked him up.

"how was your night?" macklin wondered, definitely smirking.

"it was great, how was yours?" samy asked.

"mine was great, too. did you guys—"

"macklin" will warned before the boy finished his sentence. samy just giggled.

"i was gonna ask if the boys dragged you out to play driveway hockey," macklin kept talking even though they all knew that wasn't his original question.

"they did. i beat will in an overwhelming 6-2," samy proudly said.

"6-2? jeez, smitty. you got distracted or something?" the younger brunette burst into laughter making will's cheeks flush.

"shut up," will mumbled while samy poked his cheek.

"he's just mad i can still beat him with a hurt shoulder."

the three made mindless conversation as they rode into the city. samy caught macklin up on everything happening at mich and a few things on her brothers. macklin caught samy up on things she did and didn't hear from will about the sharks and life in san jose so far. it all sounded like it was going really well which made the girl happy.

will rolled them into a parking spot just outside of the restaurant, "i think he's almost here or is here," macklin checked his phone.

a bright orange range rover rolled into the parking space two down from where they were just as macklin said that. everyone knew it had to be beckett considering the orange matcbed the anaheim colors perfectly. they all got out and sure enough, beckett's tall frame got out of the car.

he smiled widely when he saw them. "hey guys!" the younger boy exclaimed as he locked the car and hurried over to them.

"hey, beck! it's been so long," samy hugged him first which he reciporcated into a tight squeeze.

"it's so good to see you in california. hey, celly, smitty," the other two boys took their turn saying hello.

"your car is awesome, by the way. orange is very fitting," samy pointed to the car.

"oh, thanks. my mom thought it would be fun for me to get it wrapped, so i did. pretty sick isn't it?" everyone nodded in agreement before heading inside to get a table.

the four ended up on the outside patio where macklin was the first to get conversation going and ask about beckett's season so far. the younger boy excitedly explained how much experience he's been gaining and getting to make friends with the older guys on the team. of course, samy asked him about trevor for jack's sake.

"oh, he's super funny and a great mentor. he's got a lot of good tips for all the rookies," beckett smiled.

"i'll make sure to tell jack that, then," samy chuckled.

"what about all of you? the sharks have been really moving up with the recent wins," the ducks player turned the conversation to the other two boys.

"yeah, i mean it's been awesome. we're all definitely improving which i think is really good. get to spend all my time with mack over here," will roughed up his friend's shoulder making the brunette pull away from his grasp.

"totally. i love annoying him. my favorite activity, actually," macklin grinned.

"michigan has always been doing really good this season. do you think you guys are making it to the finals again?" beckett turned the conversation to samy.

"i hope so. we've definitely turned the program around in the last year, so i'm excited to see what else we can do," the girl grinned.

"sorry about your shoulder, by the way. i know that must suck," the younger boy commented and samy just shrugged.

"it's not horrible anymore. i actually beat will in driveway hockey last night so that has to mean i'm doing better," the youngest hughes teased her boyfriend again.

"damn, i mean yeah. what was the score?"

"6-2."

"6-2? smitty, what happened?" beckett had the same reaction as macklin making him and samy laugh again.

"alright, alright, i get it. i suck when my girlfriend does any competitive sport against me," the blonde shook his head, but smiled nonetheless.

the three spent the rest of lunch catching up with one another before deciding to walk around downtown a bit since beckett nor samy had been before. macklin and will took the honors of pointing things out and taking them into the shops they thought were cool.

samy's eye was caught when they made it into a small boutique. she quickly admired all of the jewlery and clothes up on the racks. will watched the girl carefully, a soft smile on his lips as he followed her around the store and let her use him to carry the things she wanted to try on.

"hey, we'll be right back," will called when samy pulled him back into the dressing room. macklin and beckett just exchanged a glance before snickering to themselves and letting the couple be.

will just stood on the outside of the stall though, handing things to samy when she asked for them and rating the things she put on. she came out in a very pretty, short, maroon dress with little flowers as the straps. will's eyes never left her as she did a small spin and he basically eyed her up and down. the color reminded him of boston.

"i really like this, but i don't know when or where i'd wear it," samy said as she looked back at herself in the mirror.

"i could think of a time," will subconsciously licked his lips earning a bright blush from the girl in front of him.

"alright, lover boy. i'm gonna change and then we can keep going," samy chuckled and shut herself back into the stall.

even though there was no occasion, samy decided to buy the red dress. she was at the register quite literally about to tap her card when will quickly slipped in and beat her to it, the payment processing onto his card instead.

"will," the girl looked at him in surprise.

"what?" he grinned.

"you didn't have to pay," samy frowned. him paying for her ticket here was already enough.

"and?"

not wanting to get into it in the store, samy decided to let it go as will grabbed the bag before she could. "thank you," she said as they walked away.

"anything for you," he kissed her cheek and they met back up with beckett and macklin outside.

"wow, you're so whipped," macklin commented when he saw will carrying samy's bag for her. beckett snickered.

"you'll understand when you have a girlfriend," will hummed, not even caring about the teasing anymore.

they stopped by a few more places before deciding to head back. everyone hugged beckett and made promises to see one another again and that beckett would try to see samy when the ducks came to detroit in a few weeks.

for november, it was surprisingly hot in san jose, so they rolled the windows down as soon as they were back in the car. will let samy control the aux, so she scrolled through her spotify looking for the right playlist as will got back onto the road to home.

one her favorites came up first which happened to be tate mcae's nwest song, two hands. the beat quickly brought the mood up and it felt perfect with the windows down. she started singing the lyrics, sticking her hand out to catch the breeze, imagining she was in the music video.

macklin and will nodded along also big fans of tate's music. samy's hair blew everywhere from the wind and she didn't see the way will's gaze kept flicking to her as she sang along. one of his guilty pleasures was listenng to tate mcrae's songs and it was the cherry on top listening to it with his girlfriend right beside him who loved her music just as much.

will thought of the lyrics, specifically the way samy sang them, especially when tate sang "i want them all to see, you look good on top of me." the blonde's mind ran a bit wild and he tried keeping his thoughts under control knowing this wasn't the time to be thinking of that.

but boy, it was hard not to and will wondered if samy was having the same thoughts.

they dropped macklin back off and will quite literally sped back to the house, samy a bit oblivious to the thoughts running through her boyfriend's head.

much to will's luck, the house was empty when they got in. he remembered that jagger had a basketball game and the older boys were still at practice, so he was gonna use all the time he had and pulled samy to the stairs.

"what's up with you?" samy laughed as she followed the hockey player into his room, lifting an eyebrow when he shut and locked the door behind them.

"i really wanna kiss you," the boy mumbled and then closed the space between them without letting samy respond.

he held her face in her hands as she let him kiss her. it was quick but passionate as the two melted into one another. samy felt will's eagerness as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and sucked her bottom lip into his.

"you're so beautiful," will mumbled between kissing and pulling back an inch for air.

"not that i'm complaining, but what's sparked this?" samy hummed as she ran her finger dow his sharp jaw.

"something about that song and you singing it had my head spinning," will confessed. the brunette smirked, a bit surprised to hear this.

"oh really?"

"figured we could test it out, you know?"

———SMUT STARTS HERE———

a wide smile spread across both of their faces as they reconnect their lips. will pushed samy back onto the bed where she laid down and he hovered above her. he remembered her shoulder, so he forced himself to slow down a bit so he wouldn't hurt her. he leaned on her good side as they made out.

samy's hands tangled into will's curls and a soft moan left his lips into hers. they really took this moment in, feeling every part of each other pushing against one another. will's hands curved around samy's hips as he worked her hips againsy his own, pressing his hardening dick against her thigh.

"shit, baby," the blonde moaned out. he was really trying to take his time knowing he didn't wanna hurt the girl even worse, but it was hard when his brain was so wired up at the moment.

samy moaned at the feeling of will's excitement agains her leg. one of her hands fell down to his chest again where she tugged at his shirt as indication that she wanted it off. the boy obliged, sitting up to peel the material off and exposing his very toned chest to her.

"every time i'm wowed by you," samy hummed as she admired will's six pack and toned muscles across his upper half.

"i'm flattered," he grinned, reconnecting their lips.

he helped samy get her own shirt off which revealed the pretty bralette underneath. will had such a bad thing for her tits as he immediately dipped his head down and started sucking the plump flesh. the girl giggled, wrapping her fingers into his curls again to give occasional tugs.

it was a really good thing samy wasn't playing at the moment so will could leave his hickeys or love bites he liked to call them now.

"shit, baby," the girl moaned when will brought his lips to her nipple. he prided himself in her reaction and sucked harder while going and back and forth between the two.

samy began arching her back off the bed into will as he hit all the right places and her skin became littered with dark bruises that only he would know were there.

that thought had will's cock twitching in the restrictive material of his shorts and a groan leaving his lips at the feeling of samy's bare tits pressing against his chest.

"fuck, babe," he muttered, pulling his lips away.

will started moving down. he placed little kisses all the way down samy's stomach until he reached her shorts. he smirked when he saw the look of desperation on her face for him to take them off.

"want these off?" he wondered and the girl nodded.

"please."

will pulled them down her legs where that pink fucking thong that drove the boy crazy hid underneath. his mouth watered at the sight, getting flashbacks to august. "god, i love this fucking thing," he grumbled, hooking his fingers around the band and pulling to make a snap against her skin.

"wore it just for you," a smirk graced her lips making will shake his head.

"i fucking love you," will leaned down to press little kisses around her hip bone that eventually turned into him sucking hickeys because these were the places no one would ever see but him and the thought drove the boy more crazy.

the little whimpers escpaing samy's lips was doing nothing to help the problem in will's pants that he tried to desperately ignore. he wanted to focus on samy and her pleasure, trying to forget about his own for now.

"fuck, you're dripping," will said when he pressed his fingers against the thin, very wet material of her thong.

"you're not the only one with eager thoughts," samy smiled lazily as she watched her boyfriend push her the material to the side so he could slide his fingers against her.

she threw her head back into the pillow when he started pushing them into her warm heat.

"fuck, will," a moan escaped her lips.

"god, you're so wet, baby. fuck," will slid two fingers in, slowly pumping in and out and in and out to get samy ready for the real thing.

he figured he needed to get her really ready because they didn't do anything when he visited michigan considering she just had surgery. this time was a completely different story though and it was safe to say they were both craving this.

"oh my god, will. faster, please," samy begged a little.

will pumped faster before dipping his head down and replacing his fingers with his tongue. the sensation made the girl jump a little, not expecting his tongue. the surprise was quickly replaced with immense pleasure though as will worked his mouth around.

"s-shit, will. oh my god," she grabbed his curls and tugged, basically using him to move him where she wanted.

considering will didn't do this a lot, he was pretty fucking good at it. he took samy's moans as a sign that he was doing it right and let her control him with tugs on his curls. she pushed her hips further against the boy's tongue, her orgasm close.

"fuck, will. i'm gonna cum," she cried.

"cum for me, baby," will encouraged, sucking harder.

the feeling sent the soccer player over the edge. she released right on will's lips and tongue, tugging his hair hard. the blonde smiled, licking his lips as he sat back up.

"did so good for me, baby," the blonde praised, leaning down to place a gentle kiss to her lips. she flushed, slowly coming down from her high.

will leaned himself against her again and samy felt how hard he was now, still straining through the tight material of his shorts. his hips jerked forward when samy rubbed herself up against him.

"s-shit. i'm so hard for you," will moaned into her mouth.

"better do something about that, huh?"

the hockey player sat back on his heels as he unzipped his shorts, puling them and his underwear down in one go. his cock sprang up, the tip red and leaking some precum already. samy's mouth watered seeing her boyfriend's thick, throbbing cock before her.

"f-fuck," the blonde muttered as he pumped himself a few times. he leaned forward to fish out a condom from his nightstand, quickly breaking the wrapper and rolling it on.

"need to be inside you," he mumbled, eyes back on his girlfriend.

"want you to fuck me, will," samy begged a bit also eager for him to put it in.

will hovered over her again, lining himself up with her entrance. he slowly pushed in, ducking his head into the crook of her neck. they both moaned out at the first contact. the urge to cum already so strong.

"oh fuck, baby. you feel so good," will groaned, slowly rocking himself in and fighting all of his urges to just poud into her. he needed to be slow for her sake and not hurting her.

"yeah, baby. fuck, you're so big," samy moaned into his ear, her fingers scratching up his back as she let the pleasure overtake the slight pain since they hadn't done this in so long.

her walls sucked him in and he paused when he bottomed out to give the brunette a second to catch her breath. he kissed her lips, struggling to hold onto his self-control and not pound his hips.

"tell me i can move," the way she squeezed around him had his urge to cum slip fast.

"yes, move, please," samy nodded, so he started rocking his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm.

they moaned out as the pace continued building and will littered more kisses across her chest and lips. her tits pressed against his own chest again and will moaned at the feeling of her nipples rocking and bouncing against his skin with each trust.

"fuck, baby. oh—you feel so good—fuck," he wasn't gonna last. "you're squeezing me so good, practically sucking me in," the boy continued.

"feels so good, baby. shit. keep doing that," samy praised him as well, her grip getting harder on his biceps.

will was rocking his hips at a strong pace that moved the bed along with them. he was so glad no one was home right now or else he'd never be able to show his face ever again.

"mm, fuck yeah. oh, fuck yeah. you're gonna make me cum," will blabbered, the only thought in his mind was the one lyric and how he was quite literally on top of samy.

"cum for me will. wanna cum with you," samy got out.

little beads of sweat began building between their bodies and will directed his gaze to where he disappeared in and out of her. the way she sucked him so tight was gonna send the boy over the edge as his self-control slipped away.

"fuck. fuck. i'm gonna cum..i-i'm gonna fucking cum. please say you're close," the blonde cried, his hips now practically pounding into her even though he told himself to take it easy.

"i'm so close, baby. so close."

he felt her clenching around his length which meant she was about to cum. will thrusted a bit harder, hoping to push her over the edge for a second time. she buried her head into the pillow, her chest risng again to push against will's. he groaned, mesmerized with the way her tits bounced back and forth with each snap of his hips.

the sensation sent samy over the edge. she moaned loudly, releasing around will's throbbing cock that had been waiting for her to go first. the tight clench and squeeze sent the blonde over the edge too. he snapped his hips one last time into her, releasing into the condom with a moan.

"ah, fuckkk baby. jesus christ. fhhuck," the blonde's hips twitched, his sweaty body collapsing onto hers as he spilled all of his cum into the condom.

samy dragged her hand through his curls, grinning while peppering kisses across his face. "so good, will. did so good."

"fucking love you so much. we should put that song on more often," will smirked, placing his own soft kisses across her face.

he slowly pulled out, pealing the condom off and running it to the bathroom. he came back with a towel to clean up the rest of their mess. samy watched lovingly as her boyfriend cleaned her up before snuggling into her side for a moment.

"too bad i can't leave any bites on you," samy hummed when she saw how bare will's neck and chest looked compared to hers. they didn't want to risk fans seeing the marks during the season.

"you still can lower than my shoulders," the blonde smirked.

the brunette hated not returning the favor, so she pushed will onto his back and dipped her head below her shoulders which definitely resulted in will getting hard again and a second round.

———SMUT ENDS HERE———

on the last night samy was there, will planned a fancy date night at one of the restaurants downtown. she wore the dress she just bought and it was a miracle they even left the house because when will saw her come out of the bathroom, let's just say his mind ran wild again.

the atmosphere was definitely very high end and it felt like they were amongst the rich people who lived in the area on a saturday night out.

"i'm glad you came out," will grinned.

"thanks for buying my ticket again. i really appreciate it," samy grinned back.

"there's a lot more where that came from," the girl rolled her eyes a bit at his words despite the smile still on her lips.

"i'd have you out here every weekend if i could, you know that," will swirled some of his drink around in the glass, a mix between a smile and smirk on his features.

"yeah, i know. i wish. i'll probably see you soon though. when are you guys playing detroit?"

"in a few weeks i think," the hockey player hummed, the schedule not on the top of his head.

"so you'll see me then and maybe by then i'll be able to actually play," the girl scoffed a bit, but will just shook his head.

"i know it sucks, but you've been doing really good. you're gonna be back on the field in no time," he grabbed her hand from across the table. the gesture made her blush.

"i know, i know. i guess i have to think of new hobbies or something," they shared a laugh.

after dinner, they walked around downtown some more just trying to take everything in and spend every second they could together before samy's flight back home tomrorow. granted, will was still going crazy over the maroon dress hugging all the right places on his girlfriend's body, especially because it was so boston college colors, so their walk around downtown didn't last for long.

will was impatient and quite literally eager to have his girlfriend one more time because she needed to leave. his lips were on hers when they made it into the parking garage and he was pushing her against the car.

he knew the house would be full when they got back, so will did the one thing he promised macklin he'd never do—have sex in his car.

it was the best sex will ever had in the car though.

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they got to the airport close to 6 in the morning, even earlier than when morning practice started. samy's flight was at 9 though and she wanted to be there early, so will got himself up to drive her and macklin tagged along to say goodbye too.

the drop off line gave the three deja-vu as will parked to the side and got out to help with the luggage. macklin yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eye as he got out too.

the two boys stood in front of the entrance where samy was about to disappear into.

"alright, i'll go first since smitty will take decades to let you go," macklin took the lead by opening his arms. "it was good seeing you, hughesy. we'll see you super soon."

"it was soo good seeing you, mack. keep will in line for me, yeah?" the girl joked a bit, eyeing the blonde behind them who playfully rolled his eyes.

"obviously, i will," they laughed and then macklin pulled away.

samy's gaze fell to will's sad one. she opened his arms for him where he buried his face into the crook of her neck, squeezing her tightly. "i'm gonna miss you so much."

"me too, but you'll be michigan in just a few weeks," she tried looking on the positives for them or else will would just make it really sad.

"i know, but it seems so far away," the blonde frowned.

"it'll go fast, i promise. i love you," the youngest hughes pulled back to see will's pretty face. he smiled, breathing her in one last time.

"i love you, too baby. get back safe. text me when you land," he hummed and she nodded.

they hugged one last time before samy pulled back because if she didn't they'd never let go of each other. she waved to the boys before heading inside. they waved back, will blowing her kisses until they couldn't see her anymore and some car behind them honked to get moving.

"fuck off," will said as him and macklin climbed back in.

they were basically half-asleep still, so much that when the brunette got back into the passenger seat, he didn't realize how pushed back it was so he basically fell onto his back when he got in. it caught both of them off guard.

"what the fuck happened to this seat," macklin grumbled as he fixed it so it was more upright and not as pushed back.

the realization hit him faster than will remembered the reasoning and then macklin's jaw dropped open.

"HOLY SHIT! you fucked in here! oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," the younger brunette began freaking out and will internally face palmed.

"dude, chill. chill. i promise i cleaned everything," will tried calming his friend down.

"dude, i can't believe this. oh my god, that's fucking disgusting. you said you'd never fuck in here!" the boy exclaimed.

"we had no other options! i swear it's clean," will defended himself. macklin didn't have anything else to say except shaming his head and the car behind them honked it's horn again.

will quickly drove out of the line, suddenly embarrassed that he forgot to fix the seat. he also worried macklin actually was mad until the brunette asked:

"so on a scale of 1-10 how good was it?"

there it was. it wasn't even 7 in the morning yet.

"dude," will shook his head.

"what? i feel like i deserve to know after you betrayed me like that."

"it was actually really fucking good. 10 for sure," will gave in with his answer.

"you know what? hell yeah. high five me for that one," macklin held his hand up. the blonde smacked it, a content smile on his lips now.

"now drive fast so i can get out of this car and go back to bed."

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In the mood for...

Oct 27th

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1. Hiii, i have a request for the next ITMF: please recommend some lengthy canon divergence fics in which lan xichen gets told off for believing JGY over LWJ. Like the fact that he believed someone from another sect (especially the Jin) over his own brother is called out.

Ofcourse wangxian pairing with a happy ending for them.

Extra plus if it's not jiang cheng friendly or not jgy friendly.

Thank you 🙏

Discarded by teawater (E, 187k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dying Lan children, Hurt/Comfort, YL WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, and it’s not always dark, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ) if they don't mind a WIP

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 163k, WangXian, JFM & WWX, JC & WWX, WRH & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Genius WWX, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Angry WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell WangXian, Idiots in Love, Requited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Soft WangXian, Married WangXian, Soulmates, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Immortal WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, not gusu lan friendly, Immortal LWJ) its not the Main Focus, but LX issues gets adressed

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) link in #8 there's an epic scene where lxc calls himself (and the more toxic Lan rules) out, and dedicates himself to being a more proactive sect leader, set after canon.

Arrayed by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 5k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, LSZ found by LXC, LSZ keeps his memories, alive JYL & JZX, canon temporary character death, WIP) shows lxc slowly realizing that he did this and that was stupid from his pov, set post 1st siege of bm.

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2. Hello! IMTF fics that deal with self-discovery. Whether it be coming to terms with being queer or gender stuff or kink. Just grappling with identities and the social tumult that comes along with navigating them, purity culture, cisheteronormativity, etc. Just smth along those lines.

Thank you!!

KILF (Knits I’d Like To Fuck in) by ScarlettStorm (E, 168k, WangXian, Modern, Established Relationship, Porn, like in the writing and also as a plot point, onlyfans au, sex worker WWX, Fashionista LWJ, in this house we support sex workers, Fluff and Smut, they're horny and in love, mental health, therapy is good actually, Domestic Bliss, tender kink, Fiber Arts, autistic LWJ, neurodivergent WWX, switch rights, Nonbinary NHS, a soupçon of gender, get in losers we're introspecting about queerness, Genderfluid Character, Gender Exploration, perhaps slightly more than a soupçon of gender, Hurt/Comfort, past trauma, But They're Working Through It, aggressive mutual caretaking)

reports of my heterosexuality may have been exaggerated by sysrae (E, 8k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, getting together, straight boy LWJ, disaster gay WWX, heteronormativity, hockey player WWX, little angst)

Pride and Prejudice by sami (T, 3k, WangXian, Pride, Parades, Cats)

❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff)

without your new eyes by anaphoricae (E, 66k, WangXian, Modern, Didn’t Know They Were Dating, Sexuality Discovery, Self-Discovery, Literal Sleeping Together, (there is so much sleeping in this fic), mentions of WWX/others and LWJ/others, Drunk LWJ, Teacher LWJ, WWX is a… throws dart… computer scientist, No Angst, Jealous WWX, Flirty WWX, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, WWX’s Love Language is Physical Touch, [Podfic] without your new eyes by anaphoricae by LadyEn)

this body is a gift for you by loosingletters (T, 1k, MXY & WWX, Trans Female WWX, Trans MXY, Canon Divergence, Gender Identity, Self-Discovery, Gender Roles)

The Sculptor by Eleanor_Fenyx (M, 27k, wangxian, LQY/WQ, LWJ & WQ, SL/XXC, modern, lavender marriage, period typical attituted and terminology, mute SL, queer themes, queer families, slow burn, getting together, intimacy, artist WWX, professor LWJ) autumn flower by ScarlettStorm (E, 78k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic vague north american setting, transwoman wwx, transwoman lwj, Gender Experimentation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Gender Dysphoria, followed by gender euphoria, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, switch rights) Its trans fem lan zhan descovering herself and how to let herself be true to herself, and wei ying (also transfem) was a big part of cracking her egg. It's still ongoing and it's really good!

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3. ITMF fics that explore wwx’s cultivation - canon dynamics, preferably not cql compliant please!

🔒 Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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4. Hello! And thank you so much for all you do!! I’m in the mood for a fic set in canon universe where wangxian start a friends with benefits kind of thing, where they start having sex without discussing their feelings.

Always Light My Way by cqlorphan (E, 27k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Friends With Benefits, to lovers, wherein dual cultivation may be counted as a benefit, Jealous WWX, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, angsty sex, Versatile | Switch WangXian, Bottom LWJ, Service Top LWJ, Topping from the Bottom, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Coming Untouched, Dom/sub Undertones, the angsty sex happens in the beginning but they get past it dw, Oblivious LWJ, archer WWX, Smart WWX, Porn with Feelings, Panic Attacks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dual Cultivation)

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5. ITMF a fic similar to hyperballad by azuresummer please!

🔒 姻緣 | this marriage was always predestinedby saccharinings (E, 43k, wangxian, Cheating, Infidelity, not between wangxian, WWX is married and LWJ persuades him to cheat on his husband with him, Dark LWJ, A/B/O, Feminizing Language, Exhibitionism, Size Difference, WagnXian Have a Breeding Kink, Stomach Bulge, Possessive LWJ, Manipulation, WWX Wears Lingerie, Rape/Non-con Elements, for one part, Hair-pulling Kink, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Mirror Sex, Vibrators, Phone Sex, Rimming, Edgeplay, slight choking kink, Light Bondage, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, LJY’s Big Fat Crush on Milfxian, Pregnant WWX, WangXian Endgame, Spanish Translation) maybe. It has some common elements but ah no murder I think. A Wen does get screwed over.

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6. Hey its for the ITMF.

"A harmony between qin and se" by alaceron is one of my all-time favourites. It'd be great if you could recommend some wangxian fics with household intrigue and scheming. Lwj being a simp as a bonus is even better!! (doesn't matter if wwx is a male or female)

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7. ITMF fics where WWX and LWJ end up accidentally married. Or ones where they end up married because of political/economic reasons. Canon era fics are preferred but will accept modern era if it’s the “we got married for tax benefits but i’m actually in love with you” kind of trope. Mpreg only if it’s really good please.

a long time coming by syriala (G, 2k, WangXian, Getting Together, Pining, Accidental Marriage, except it's not so accidental, Supportive LXC, Fluff)

30 Days of Secret Marriage at Cloud Recesses by starandrea (T, 43k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Bunnies, Gusu Lan Forehead Ribbon, Accidental Marriage, Coming Out, Falling In Love, supportive family, Fluff, Happy Ending, the whole story is happy)

🔒 the world passes by but for me there is only you by beeswaxing (E, 82k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it of sorts, golden core reveal, accidental marriage, love confessions, horny teenagers, pining, fluff, everybody lives, first time)

play your love songs all night long by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (E, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Marriage of Convenience, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, One Big Happy Family, Sharing a Bed, (platonically for 13 years), Therapy, in the grand tradition of the untamed most of this is flashback, Pegging, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Romantic Comedy, Misunderstandings)

Only Fools Rush In by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 27k, WangXian, Modern, Woke Up Married, alcohol use but no sex happens while drunk, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, what happens in Vegas etc etc)

What If….. Jiang Cheng Understood? by ToxicAngel13 (M, 66k, WIP, WangXian, Ribbons, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WangXian Get Married in the Cold Springs Cave, Protective JC, Confused WWX, Angry LWJ, Fix-It of Sorts, Good Uncle LQR, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV LQR, YZY Bashing, POV JFM, Not JFM Friendly, Hurt/Comfort, Protective NHS)

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer) LWJ is in love when they effectively get married for tax purposes, and WWX gets there, and of course there's lots of pining for your husband

🔒 Two Weddings and a Family Reunion by scifigeek14 (T, 36k, wangxian, canon divergence, shotgun wedding, politics, everyone lives au, fix-it, feelings realization, family feels, marriage proposal, marriage of convenience)

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8. Hello! I am new to the fandom, I just finished watching the drama and I want more!!! I have been recced to your blog for fic suggestions? May I please have suggestions for canon compliant stories that are mostly light hearted (no heavy angst please)? I really enjoyed the mood in the first part of the show when all the characters were energetic and goofy teens, so perhaps some fics set then? I want more of the world, clans, costumes, etc. World building is maybe the right word? Thank you so much!

It’s Only Time by etymologyplayground (T, 8k, WangXian, Epistolary, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, It’s About The Yearning., Getting Together, Love Confessions, Cuddling & Snuggling, Humor) this one is tagged as Post-Canon Canon Compliant so I hope it's okay

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9. ITMF: No JGY redemption. Like, he has many choices or someone give him another path to take but he still choose the unforgivable one. I dont want it from JGY's POV. I want it to focus on WWX story like in canon i guess? Thanks!

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10. For itmf, I'm craving some angst with a happy ending fics! Established relationship wangxian where they fight and/or break up and both of them are hurting a lot, but they make up and get back together. Thank you!

🔒 Wish I could forget the taste of your skin and the feel of your hands pinning me down by KizuKatana (E, 63k, wangxian, WQ & WWX & WN, Modern Cultivation, weapons-grade thirst, Getting Back Together, Trying REALLY hard to not still like your Ex, but failing, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, Case Fic, LWJ’s canonically big dick, sort of a ‘thirsting for your co-worker ex’ vibe, it eventually gets worked out, Mutual Pining, Guest-starring LWJ’s canonically poor communication choices after romantic cave encounters, novel canon relationship dynamics, basically this fic is about escalating sexual tension)

estuaries by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 34k, wangixan, modern, breakup/makeup, pining while fucking, single dad WWX, angst w/ happy ending)

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108k, wangxian, modern, angst w/ happy ending, romance, persuasion au, separations, pining, miscommunication, depression, self-harm, reconciliation, smut)

💖 love wakes me by dea_liberty (E, 46k, wangxian, modern, angst w happy ending, childhood sweethearts, misunderstanding, famous LWJ, coffee shop owner WWX, found families, grand romantic gestures)

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11. (This part added to fic finder, fic might be decay by antebunny)

Also, if you know any fics with similar plot (like Wei Ying being forced to cleanse from RE for "his own good" and getting hurt instead), i would appreciate the recommendations! Thank you 🍁 @shellennium

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12. I am hoping someone has fanfic with

A. Wei Wuxian becoming miserable after marrying into the Lan sect, a bit of lxc/lqr bashing but with them eventually realizing they were wrong, also if Wei Wuxian tries to commit suicide it would be better

B. Fanfics in which wwx doesn't want to have children but is forced because he is lwj's husband

C. Wwx having a parental figure for the first time, I don't want it to be the Jiang parents but anyone else is fine

Also, no jyl or long lwj bashing, please

12A)

Practical Considerations by teawater, the_anthropologist (E, 97k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & WWX, LQR & WWX, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Found Family, Spouses to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Politics, Scheming, Lán Elders are assholes, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, eventually BAMF LXC, learning to make decisions, Learning Self-worth, Self-Esteem Issues, Sweet Wangxian, Domestic Fluff, Fix-It, JC is a big asshole, he improves somewhat but it’s open-ended, WWX learns to stand up for himself, Quote: Come Back to Gusu With Me, POV wwx, POV LWJ, POV JC, Golden Core Reveal, Teacher wwx, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WWX Protection Squad, Feelings Realization, WWX protector of the twin jades, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Protective LQR, Demonic Cultivator WWX, WWX is Loved, Married WangXian, Genius WWX, Everybody Lives)

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

12C)

safe here with me by xcourtney_chaoticx (G, 3k, WangXian, Family Feels, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Goes to Gusu, Fluff, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Food Issues, Endgame WangXian)

Scars of Lightning by The_peregrine_falcon (T, 6k, YZY & WWX, WWX & WRH, WangXian, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Wen WWX, zidian, YZY is a bitch, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Heavy Angst, Lotus Pier, Nightless City, Young WWX, Muteness, Hurt kind of comfort)

藍色的花，紅色的蘭 {Lan se de hua, hongse de lan} by Admiranda, AshayaTReldai (M, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Orphan WWX, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, wwx raised in the lan clan, softer lqr, Good Uncle LQR, Good lan clan, Good Older Sibling LXC)

🔒 crying like a fire in the sun by Reverie (cl410) (T, 10k, WangXian, SongXiao, BSSR/LY, Runaway WWX, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Die, rogue cultivator WWX, Angst, Post Cloud Recesses, Not YZY Friendly, Happy Ending, BSSR is WWX’s grandmother instead of grandmaster)

Crimson leaves by barisan (T, 4k, WangXian, WWX & OFC(s), WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Rogue Cultivator WWX, WWX gets lesbian grandmothers, WWX learns about his parents, WWX is a Wen, (Through his lesbian granny but still), Getting Together, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Pre-Canon, Genius WWX)

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 93k, WRH & WWX, WangXian, WN & WWX, WWX is a Wen, Abuse, Whipping, Manipulations, Warning: WRH, Smart WWX, Possessive Behavior, Warning: JGS, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Society Level Victim Blaming, Victim Blaming)

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13. Hii, so I'm looking for fics kinda enemies to lovers but not exactly 😅 like one of them is reluctant to get together at first? Or at least it looks like it, like in All The Roads or The earthquake in the room, both the I highly recommend btw. Thanks a lot @akutamichan

baby let’s take the long way home by plonk (Not rated, 10k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Abortion, Mpreg, With A Twist, Enemies to Lovers)

🔒 no certainty of doors between us by betts (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Roommates, Crack Treated Seriously, Drunken Confessions, Idiots in Love, dubiously consensual spooning, Enemies to Lovers, Sharing Clothes, Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, wwx’s casual intimacy meets lwj’s touch starvation, wwx doesn’t know they’re enemies, lwj doesn’t know they’re dating)

varied my velocities by fantasiavii (E, 58k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ballerina LWJ, Football/Soccer player WWX, Enemies to Lovers, Top WWX/Bottom LWJ, Dom WWX, Angst with a happy ending, Internalized homophobia)

🔒 The Second Jade of Lan’s late but incendiary sexual awakening by KizuKatana (E, 41k, wangxian, First Time, LWJ’s Horny Grip, LWJ does not know what hit him, and yet somehow he still realizes it before WWX, canon wangxian dynamics, college AU, LWJ starts off annoyed at WWX, But quickly discovers both his competency kink and a caretaking kink, Genius WWX)

Documented Fact by Scrippio (T, 7k, WangXian, LSZ & LJY & OYZZ, Modern with Magic, College/University, Professors, Minor Injuries, Misunderstandings, Fluff, OYZZ POV, Humor) which features married Wangxian but everyone believes they're enemies.

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14. This account is a treasure!!! What I’m looking for are the post WWX resurrection fics that address Wangxian age gap. Can be fun, kinky, healing, basically anything. @feanarotherindion

Help, My Dad Is Fucking Someone My Age!! by sweetlolixo (T, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, Canon Divergence, Humor, Crack, Fluff, Romance)

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15. I recently read fic While covered in mud by merthurlin. And I really love badass Huaisang who takes matters into his own hands earlier in the story. Is there any more fic where Huaisang went into Burial Mounds like that? Or just awesome badass scary Huaisang in general. I have huge need to read some badass Huaisang who will get recognized for his mastery too.

Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, NHS & WWX, wangxian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Inventor WWX, Found Family, NHS needs a new hobby, And apparently that’s spoiling his Wei-Xiong, Mentioned Character Death, Alcohol, Protective NHS, WangXian Endgame, Not JC Friendly, Not particularly gentry sects friendly overall tbh)

💖 demons run when a good man goes to warby Miranda_Aurelia (T, 20k, wangxian, LWJ & NHS, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, angst w happy ending, NHS & LWJ friendship, not JGY friendly, dark LWJ, revenge, (presumed) major character death, not LXC friendly)

The Lost Cause by KouriArashi (T, 18k, JGY & NHS, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Murder Bros, NHS is a boss bitch, JGY is a hot mess, Everybody Lives, except the people who suck, (lookin at you JGS and JZN))

The Threads of Fate by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 78k, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Not Everyone Dies, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, Protective LWJ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Pining LWJ, WWX in WWX's Body, JC & WWX Reconciliation, is it reconciliation if WWX doesn't know they were estranged?, Oblivious WWX, WWX Deserves Better, WWX Deserves Happiness, Siblings JC & WWX, Supportive JYL, Protective NHS, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comic Book Science) If the requester doesn't mind a WIP, the frequently updating The Threads of Fate is another good one that features a brilliant Nie Huaisang.

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16. itmf for fics where lan wangji is very forward? in terms of flirting or expressing his adoration/ attraction for wei wuxian

can be canon or au or even modern au!

(just no side jc/wq please)

🔒Tangible by apathyinreverie (T, 2k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Humor, Possessive LWJ, First Kiss, Getting Together, the library scene)

Tripped at Every Step by brooklinegirl (E, 28k, WangXian)

dream of a funeral; hear of a marriage by defractum (nyargles) (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, First Time, Fluff and Humor)

loveliness by orphan_account (T, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Pining, Teen Romance, Getting Together)

body and soul by TooSel (E, 41k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Marriage Proposal, Everyone Lives AU, Cultivation Sect Politics, Yílíng Wèi Sect AU, Adoption, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending)

💖 Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Universe Alteration, the yiling patriarch survives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Catharsis, Slow Burn, Drama, Getting Together, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Melancholy, Love, Mutual Pining, Reunions, Love Confessions, Eventual Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Switching, Grief/Mourning, fucking while pining, Implied/Referenced Torture, Self-Harm, golden core transfer, Playing fast and loose with worldbuilding, Battle Scenes, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, implied / Referenced suicide attempt, Sect Leader WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yílíng Wèi Sect)

❤️ Standing Engagement by x_los (M, 18k, wangxian, misunderstandings, accidental engagement, sunshot campaign, golden core reveal, accidental relationship, WQ lives, everyone lives au, Mojo’s post)

Give Me One Good Honest Kiss by thunderwear (T, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, First Kiss, horny LWJ agenda, LXC is suffering in LQR’s name, [PODFIC] Give Me One Good Honest Kiss by thunderwear)

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17. ITMF where WWX agree to come to gusu in exchange of wen remnants protection. I want WWX accept the lan condirion to lock him up. I want him to live lifelessly/aphatic/just living because he is nit dead yet. Or maybe like in Always walked a very thin line by tucuxi.

Bonus if LWJ/LXC/LQR managed to make WWX scream at them and tell them whats wrong with him in anger. Thanks

The Forsaken Jade Statue by SaiaiSaiko (Not Rated, 7k, WangXian, Curse Breaking, Curses, WWX Goes to Gusu, Dark Gusu Lan Sect Imprisonment, Seclusion as Imprisonment, YLLZ WWX, Older LWJ, Older LXC, Cursed LWJ, petrification, Hopeful Ending) Wei Wuxian in 'Seclusion' for the Wen's protection and stumbling over Lan Wangji cursed to be a statue

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bijouxcarys · 7 months ago

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Bad News (Roman Reigns x fem!OC)

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Description: They told her to stay away. But something about him makes her keep coming back for more.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags: @octaviastargirl @trippinsorrows @empressdede @thetribalqueen @bigsimperika

@cyberdejos2 @keyaho @heauxvibez (let me know if you want to be tagged in any future Roman fics)

Saturday, May 27th 2023 – Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

It had always been the three of them.

Despite not sharing a father, the sibling bond between Jasmine and Kevin was unshakable. Their shared history spanned so many years that neither could recall a time when it was otherwise. Although he was nearly a decade her senior, the two of them wreaked havoc together like a dynamic duo from Hell. The real transformation came when Sami entered Kevin’s life, escalating their antics to new heights.

Inseparable, irreplaceable, indestructible. Nothing could come between them.

Except… the face of pro wrestling. The one man that Jasmine was incessantly warned against—stay away from him, Jas; he’s not worth the trouble.

Roman fucking Reigns.

Ever loyal to her brother’s and best friend’s advice, she made an earnest attempt to heed their warnings. Attempt being the operative word here.

“Give me a bit of slack, man, I’m trying my best here,” she’d mutter, her face buried in the couch pillows.

“There’s no slack when it comes to that man, Jas. He’s dangerous.”

“He’s a wrestler, not the mafia.”

“Well…”

“Don’t be so dramatic—”

“I’m not. He just has a way of…” Sami shivered slightly, “getting into your head.”

“Yeah, we’re well aware of your little man crush.”

Jasmine was fully aware of her family’s fraught history with Roman and The Bloodline, so it wasn’t unusual for them to vent whenever they had a private moment backstage. They were always careful—God only knew the repercussions if the wrong ears caught wind of their conversations.

“He has kids, doesn’t he?”

“And an ex-wife.”

“Yeah, but kids.”

“What’s your point?”

“…Potent dad nut?”

“Jasmine!”

She understood the gravity of someone overhearing Sami and Kevin. Being a new addition to the main roster afforded her certain privileges that others might not have. However, nothing—absolutely nothing—would compare to the trouble she’d be in if either man discovered her… extracurricular activities.

> Still held up?

Jasmine glanced down at her phone, the text neatly displayed under the name BDU—an alias Roman had adopted from a fan’s moniker for him, “Big Daddy Uce,” circulating on social media.

She hesitated for a moment, thumb hovering over her screen, before typing out her reply.

Just a bit longer. Kevin and Sami are running late.<

Hitting send without a second thought, she sighed to herself. Navigating this bullshit lie was exhausting. The thrill of sneaking around with Roman clashed with the constant fear of those who loved her the most finding out. She glanced at the clock; time was slipping away.

Just then, the door to the locker room inched open, a familiar voice calling inside.

“Jas, you in here?”

“Yep. Just me, Kev, you can come in.”

She swore she felt the contents of her stomach clawing its way up her body when she noticed the stern expression on her brother’s face. Oh, shit, he’s found out. Time to move to Antarctica and live amongst the penguins.

“What’s up?” she asked after clearing her throat and sending him a nonchalant smile.

With a grunt, Kevin flopped down beside her, chewing over his thoughts. “Look… I know you’re trying…” he began slowly, choosing his words carefully. “And I can only interfere so much, and as your big brother, it’s my responsibility to prote—”

“Will you just spit it out already?”

“You really need to stay away from him, Jasmine. A-and it’s not just about us—he’s bad fucking news. I don’t wanna lose you because of all that.”

“I get it, I really do…” Jasmine furrowed her brows, unsure as to why he was spouting the same lecture he’d already given her a million times already. The two of them locked eyes, as if they were trying to see into each other’s thoughts. Jesus, just tell me what you really mean.

“I noticed it, y’know.” Kevin sighed.

“You noticed what?”

“The little smiles you give him whenever he goes past catering, or whenever we just so happen to cross paths before and after a match.”

“Sorry, am I not allowed to smile at people anymore?” Jasmine huffed, reaching down to tighten her bootlace.

“That’s not what I’m saying! But I know you, Jas—I know how you get with guys—”

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?”

“It means you’re a flirt, and so is that asshat,” he stood up, angled over her just to solidify his point.

“And?” she looked up at him, her hands flying out in an act of defence.

Kevin studied her face for a moment, before eventually sighing. “Just… please be careful, okay?”

“Listen,” she stood up, still inches shorter than him, but with the same gusto. “Nothing you’ve said to me about Roman Reigns has gone in one ear and out the other. I get it. You and Sami drill it into my head enough, how could I forget to be careful with him?” Her face softened and she placed her hand on her brother’s arm. “I’m fine, Kev. Really. I’m a big girl, I can handle a 6ft 4 Samoan wrestler, even if it means telling him to fuck off when he steps wrong.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay… I’d like to see you square up to him.”

“You know what I mean, idiot. Now, go and do whatever you were doing and stop worrying about me and my wondering eyes.”

Jasmine took the seconds after Kevin’s departure to release the heaviest sigh known to man.

You’re really not making this easy for me, Big Dog.

Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she slipped out of the locker room, making her way through the labyrinthine halls of the arena. The crowd’s distant roar echoed around her, reminding her of just where the fuck she was and the spectacle unfolding just beyond the breeze block walls. The audiences in Jeddah were always loud.

Finally, she reached the private room where she knew Roman was waiting. Knocking softly on the door, she slid in as smoothly as she could, meeting the never-faltering intense gaze of the man she really shouldn’t be seeing right now.

“Jassy,” he drawled, pulling her further into the room and closing the door behind her. “Thought you were gon’ stand me up.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she replied, rolling her eyes as he wrapped his girthy arms around her. “Kevin practically cornered me.”

Roman’s expression shifted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Always playin’ the big brother, huh? Thinks he can keep you from me.” He lowered his gaze to her lips, looking over her face with the same shit-eating air of arrogance he displayed in the ring.

“Maybe he should,” she shot back, though her tone was more teasing than anything else. “You’re a bad influence on me.”

He chuckled lowly. “You like bad influences, baby.”

Dramatically sighing, she couldn’t stop herself from smirking herself. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I have to like you, though.” She poked at his chest in a half-hearted attempt at separating their bodies.

“Oh, you like me, Jasmine. More than you wanna admit.” He leaned into her, breath warm against her ear. “And that’s what drives your pretty ass crazy.”

She huffed, her palms flat against his bare chest, still waiting to be oiled down. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of it if you think you can keep resisting me.” Hands settled on her waist; he tugged her closer. “But I get it, baby, I do… You’re just mad ‘cause you can’t get enough.”

Her lower lip slipped between her teeth as she attempted to suppress a smile. God-be-damned if she even so much as thought about matching the grin on his perfect fucking face.

“You wish.”

“Shh, you gotta stop tryna push me away so much, mama.” To her utter surprise, Roman placed a tentative kiss to her forehead, though the grip he had on her remained possessive. Territorial.

The two stood there for a moment, savouring the rare peace of their stolen time together. But the reality of their situation loomed large, regardless of their circumstances, and Jasmine knew they couldn’t stay in this tiny ass room for long.

Reluctantly, she pulled away completely. “I should go before they start looking for me.”

Roman nodded, though his qualms mirrored her own. “Be safe out there, Jassy. And remember,” he quickly added, causing her to stop in her tracks and half-turn in his direction. “Anythin’ goes wrong over there, you got me.”

She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes. “Always.”

Of course, he couldn’t resist landing a small, teasing, slap to her ass just before she pulled the door open and disappeared for the night. She could still feel the light sting as she made her way down to catering, where she knew Sami and Kevin would be.

“Everything okay?” Sami asked, noticing the distant look in her eyes.

Jasmine nodded, forcing a casual tone. “Yeah, just needed a breather. It’s hot here, don’t you think?” She took a seat opposite the pair, instantly pulling her phone out once she felt the small buzz in her pocket.

> See you later ;)

You’re so sure about that aren’t you?<

> I told you… you can’t stay away

She tucked the phone away with a determined smile, knowing he was right. He always was.

And that proved to be true a lot sooner than she had hoped. Later that evening, as the arena buzzed with the looming anticipation of the night’s main event, Jasmine found herself once again lost in the battle of her morals. Roman and Solo’s tag team match against Sami and Kevin was literally minutes away, and she knew she had to wish him luck. Even if it meant risking another confrontation with her brother.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way to where she knew The Bloodline would be. Distant from everyone else, so she was thankful for that aspect.

Jimmy answered her knock, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of her.

“Hey, Jas. What you doin’ here?”

“Just wanted to, uh… wish Roman luck, I guess,” she said, trying to sound casual about her impromptu detour.

The Uso raised an eyebrow but stepped aside to let her in. Inside, the air was thicker than it was in the corridors. It was like the pre-match mental preparation seeped into the ethos. Paul and Solo were over on the couch, both eyeing her with curiosity. And in the very centre of the room, angled towards a mirror as he adjusted his red glove, was Roman.

“Look who decided to show up,” Roman chimed, his voice dripping with playful pride. Sauntering over to her, his wet hair hung at the sides of his face as he angled down to look her in the eye. “Told you, you can’t stay away… You here to give me a good luck charm, baby?”

“Maybe I am,” she crossed her arms and met his gaze head-on. “Not that you need it, Mr. Head of the Table.”

“Ooh,” he chuckled, eyes darkening with that familiar glint. “You know I love it when you call me that.”

Jasmine snorted a small laugh with a swift roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Roman leaned in closer, dropping his voice to that husky whisper she usually only ever heard in their most private moments. “You sure you don’t wanna stick around? Might need a little extra motivation.”

Even though his tone caused a shiver to shoot down her spine, she maintained her composure. “I think you’ll be just fine without me distracting you.”

“You always distract me, Jassy. That’s half the fun.”

Before she could respond, Jimmy interrupted with a grin. “Hey, Uce, you better focus on the damn match. Don’t let Jas here mess with your head.”

Roman shot his cousin a glare. “I got this. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ mess with my head tonight.”

Jasmine shook her head, unable to suppress the amusement that came with every visit to any locker room belonging to The Bloodline. “Alright, alright. Go out there and show them why you’re the Tribal Chief.”

His intense glare softened as he looked back at Jasmine. “You gonna be watchin’?”

“Aren’t I always?” she raised an eyebrow as she made her way to the door.

“As long as you keep acknowledging me, baby, that’s all I need.”

She shot him a grin before closing the door behind her. Oh, I’ll always acknowledge the fuck out of you.

Roman’s domineering presence was palpable, right from the very start of the match. She wasn’t sure if it was just where she watched on from the shadows of Gorilla, but every move he made exuded a confidence in him like never before. But… Kevin and Sami were relentless. They pushed The Bloodline to their limits. And her eyes couldn’t decide where they wanted to be focused. Once again thrown into the back and forth of what outcome she really wanted…

Roman and Solo seemed to have the upper hand at times, but her own family fought back with a determination that left everyone on the edge of their seats, even her.

Eventually, Kevin had Roman alone. Squaring off in the ring. Their rivalry coming to a head in a series of brutal exchanges. A Stunner from Kev, an immediate Spear by Roman. Usually, she could tell which direction a certain match was going. But this? A whole other level.

The climax of the match came in a flurry of action. Solo unleashed a devastating assault on Sami, while Roman engaged Kevin in a battle of wills. The crowd erupted as the evening reached its fever pitch, the finale hanging in the balance.

In a final, dramatic moment, Sami managed to evade Solo’s grasp and tag in Kevin, who launched into a brutal offence against Roman. And despite Roman’s best efforts, Kevin and Sami’s relationship proved too strong. Another Stunner to Roman, followed by a classic Helluva, secured the pinfall that retained her family’s title.

Everyone seemed to explode with cheers. Jasmine couldn’t decide if she was proud of Sami and Kevin for their win, or disappointment that her illegal partner of sorts had actually… lost.

The same engulfed her as she tried her best to celebrate with her brother and best friend backstage. Tried to look happier than she really was. A horrible feeling if there ever was one.

You’re betraying your family; you should be happy!

Then she caught it. Focused, intense eyebrows narrowed down atop eyes that lit up whenever in her presence. Though, this time, approaching was out of the question. Roman passed from afar, followed by Jimmy, Solo, and Paul. His fists clenched at his sides, and his nostrils flared, she held no remorse for him ignoring is surroundings. He was in his head, and she empathised.

However, no amount of losing could stop him from approaching her.

Her phone buzzed as she flopped down onto the bed in her hotel room, snug in a fluffy robe after a hot shower.

> You busy?

Nope<

It took him a while to respond, but once he did, a wide smile overtook her features and she shot up into a seated position.

> Unlock your door and sit on the bed. Don’t fucking move. I’ll be there in 15.

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Love That Waits: Chapter 1 - Rhea

Summary:

"He had the type of smile that seemed to increase the light in a room when it reached his eyes. Brown eyes. Deep brown eyes that seemed to become molten when he spoke fondly of something. Though she rarely saw him speak much at all since she met him. She was surprised at her own attentiveness in that moment. When the fuck had she started to notice Jey Uso?"

A character study of the romantic relationship between Rhea Ripley and Jey Uso, through their eyes and the eyes of the people who love them. Starting from Smackdown 2023 to the present day. Somewhat kayfabe compliant, but also putting my own little spin on the most interesting love story in the WWE Universe!

These chapters are all written in third person, so if that bothers you, I'm sorry 😢. The first two chapters will be exploring Rhea and Jey's emotional states as individuals, but from the third chapter onward, each chapter will be split between both of them equally. With bonus chapters from the perspectives of Damian Priest, Jimmy Uso, Sami Zayn, and many others as they watch the relationship between Jey and Rhea blossom.

I will warn everyone in advance. This story is the textbook definition of slow burn and it will also not be including explicit smut. If anything sexual happens between the characters, it'll be more of a "fade to black" type vibe.

I wanted to write this fic to explore how Rhea and Jey truly fell in love with each other as they navigate through their own individual traumas. And since this story begins around 2023, I will admit that Rhea and Jey are not in the best place emotionally early on. So, be warned, "Fluff" is tagged, but it's not coming for a while 🤣.

My hope is to have a new chapter uploaded every week on Wednesday. This is my first fic and I hope you all enjoy! Please feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

Btw, all the chapters will be posted on AO3 as well if you prefer to view it there 😊!

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April 18, 2023

The shrill chirp of her alarm was what woke her. She leaned back, her arm sliding away from the slim contour of Dom’s waist as she fumbled to grasp the device. Cursing as it nearly fell off the nightstand. Rhea grunted as she pulled her other arm free from under her lover’s head, narrowly managing to catch her phone as it forcefully separated from the charging chord. She flinched back at the brightness of the screen and stamped the alarm off before tossing it onto the armchair just beside the nightstand. Sitting up dully, her shoulders sagged at the weight of what she now acknowledged was a rapidly growing hangover. Her head ached and she hissed as a sharp thread of pain shot from between her eyebrows and spread to the base of her skull.

“Fucking, Damian.” She groaned, falling heavily back onto the pillows, with her forearm falling over her eyes. Somehow a room shielded by blackout curtains was still too bright. They had gone out the night before with the Bloodline to celebrate the beginning of their alliance. She wasn’t usually the most overzealous drinker. She typically left those duties to Damian and Dominik, but something about that night had just felt right and so she had indulged them. Fuck was that a mistake.

A throb, just barely there, began to pulse at the right corner of her forehead and she cursed again. She’d swear off drinking if it weren’t so damn numbing. The thought was interrupted, however, by the sharp snort from the man laying next to her. She laughed low in her throat, wincing as action went straight to her aching forehead. Dom was a rather enthusiastic sleeper with a likely undiagnosed case of sleep apnea. Any other person would have been rudely awakened throughout the night by the sheer volume of his snores, but Rhea, who lived in a constant state of bottomless fatigue, often slept with a deepness just on the cusp of death. A match made in heaven (or hell, perhaps some would say).

Turning onto her side, she reached out to stroke delicately at the hair cascading over his ear. She was amused at the state of him. His body was turned away from her, but his neck was tipped back rather awkwardly and his mouth seemed to follow, hanging out to the side as he continued to snore. Her eyes scanned him lazily, stopping occasionally to scrutinize the dark spots on his purple silk pajama top from the steady steam of saliva that dribbled off his lip. A man who sleeps as immaturely as he lives awake. Rhea shook her head fondly at the thought. Her fingers continuing to stroke her fingers absentmindedly through his hair as she fell face first into the usual cogitations.

Her mind drifted to the previous year, the thought of her new beginning. How she and Damian had betrayed Edge and welcomed Finn. There was always something about it that never sat right with her. They had done everything right. She believed that. Edge had never deserved their patronage and so they outgrew him. Yet, it still haunted her. Even as she, surrounded by her two closest friends, had looked down at her old mentor and laughed in his face, that look in his eyes had remained imprinted in her mind. Betrayal. One in what had become a disturbing pattern. Her mind flitted to Raquel, her first loss. Her partner that had chosen everyone else over her. And Liv, a dead weight she had needed to shed the way a snake sheds its old skin; reborn in new, more vibrant color. Friendships she had sacrificed to become better. She was in the right. Edge had reassured her in the beginning. Damian too. She had needed to be selfish. She deserved to be! She was right—

Dom suddenly shifted in his sleep and Rhea jerked her hand back in alarm. His body rolled back toward her, realigning with his head and he smacked his lips before settling back into his usual snores. Not yet awake. Rhea stared at him and she could feel that familiar coldness in her chest. She cowered away from it. Throwing her legs off the side of the bed and nearly falling over herself as she made her way into the bathroom.

The pulsing forehead spread back into her hairline and she sucked air sharply through her nose as she felt bile rising in her throat. She fought against it, knocking her knuckles against the carved marble of the bathroom sink. The bathroom went pitch black as the door slid shut behind her. She couldn’t see anything and yet she felt stripped naked. Her skin hot, yet damp from sweat. As if she had been laying on hot coals. It was always like this when she thought of them. The memory of her many lost friendships like a disease that clung to the darkest parts of her. Parts she had layered over with molten rock and steel. She had made herself a blade, to protect against the reminders of her own past heartbreaks. However, it was moments like these where she felt like a snake eating its own tail.

Edge had told her that to be warm and embrace comfort was weakness. You could never get too comfortable. He did. So she and Damian had showed him the fruits of his labor as they usurped him. Rocking back onto her heels, she flailed for the switch and nearly fell when the white light of the mirror hit her square in the face. Her eyes burned with it, but the pain of the headache had dulled. An old pain replaced with a new one. A cycle she knew well. She could sleep, but she never rested.

She was able to blink as her eyes slowly adjusted and she finally caught sight of herself in the mirror. As she looked on, she realized that the dampness she had felt on her cheeks had not been sweat but were tears. The wet onslaught had flowed past her chin, soaking the collar of her t-shirt with a pale layer of foundation she had forgotten to remove the night before in her drunken state. Rhea sighed before turning her eyes down and flipped on the sink. She watched curiously as the water pooled in the cup of her hands before shoving it across her face. Repeating the process a couple more times before placing her hands on the counter and leaning fully over the sink. The harsh gush of the faucet a welcome buffer to the never-ending whirring that went on in her head.

For a while, she just stood and breathed. The yelling chorus of voices in her head eventually came down to a more gentle stage whisper. This allowed her to move her attention to something much more important than her many past lives. She needed coffee! With two harsh pats to her cheeks, Rhea straightened her back and shed her clothes.

The chill of the hotel hallway could be felt even through the thick cotton of her hoodie as she made her way down to the lobby. This hotel was not as nice as the other ones they stayed at in the much larger cities. This hotel chain’s buildings were always old, but now haphazardly disguised with a new coat of a rather jarring orange and baby blue paint combo whose ugliness Damian often bitched about during his hangover-fueled breakfast rants. He was a surprisingly chipper alcoholic on the morning after a long night of indulgence. Grumpy, but eloquent. Rhea would typically call him in the mornings and they would eat breakfast as a duo, since Finn and Dominik was particularly unpleasant if not allowed to rise of their own accord. This morning, however, she didn’t feel that she had the patience to deal with what Rhea knew would be a good-natured parental lecture about how she “actively suppressed her negative feelings”. Followed closely by an accusation of taking it out on her boyfriend who was no where near as strong as she was. Damian could do it later, once Rhea had been filled with a minimum of three cups of heavily sweetened coffee.

She stopped in her tracks just as she turned the corner into the lobby at the sight of a familiar face (or back rather). Jey Uso’s silhouette was hard to miss and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t snuck a handful of curious peaks backstage. He had his back to her, his arms hung bare through the cropped sleeves of his shirt and she could see the slight curve at the bottom of his spine that peaked out from the slit in the equally cropped bottom of his t-shirt. Her eyes moved back to the tattooed contours of his arms, the intricate line work shifting and bending with every minute flex. Art in motion. Rhea was always one to appreciate the artistry of a good tattoo. She and Jey had chatted enthusiastically at the club the night before about their many tattoos, though much of the conversation now only existed in jumbled scraps throughout her memory. His face had been so bright then. He had the type of smile that seemed to increase the light in a room when it reached his eyes. Brown eyes. Deep brown eyes that seemed to become molten when he spoke fondly of something. Though she rarely saw him speak much at all since she met him. She was surprised at her own attentiveness in that moment. When the fuck had she started to notice Jey Uso?

Rhea thought back to all the months before. All the confrontations, but nothing really stood out until yesterday. She’d known of him, but she didn’t know him. Even now, in the infancy of this new alliance. Last night was the first time she’d actually spoken to him outside of provoking him to Super Kick her in the ring. She looked at him wholly now. The coffee long forgotten as she pondered him. Apparently, this was a morning of way too much thought. But she’d worry about that later. Something about him drew her in. Made her want to know more as she continued to watch him prepare his breakfast. Now, leaning lazily against the counter as he waited for a paper cup to fill with orange juice. Rhea pondered Jey Uso’s appearance. His hair, his skin, his tattoos, his build. Once again, she had to admit that he was nice to look at.

However, that was never what truly interested her about him. There was a heat to him. Something buried so deep, yet burned so bright that you could narrowly manage to avoid getting scorched by it. A longing for something that she didn’t think she’d ever be able to figure out without asking him herself; something she’d never even dream of doing.

Rhea was brought out of her contemplation by the stiff jerk of Jey’s hand as he thrust it into his pocket. She looked on as he glanced around warily before pulling a small pill orange bottle out of his pocket. He hastily popped the white cap and levied the a couple tabs into his palm before tossing his head back and quickly downing the contents of his cup to chase it. Prescriptions from the looks of it. Considering who he fell under, she wouldn’t be too surprised if it was anxiety medication.

Jey bowed his head as he swallowed, the muscles of his back tensing under the thin black layer of his t-shirt. But it was his hand that truly caught her eye. The one not gripping the pill bottle lay open. She could see the patchwork of callouses that decorated the weathered skin there. But to her surprise, his hand was shaking rather violently. From the tips of his fingers to the curve of his shoulder. His whole body taught and coiled like a snake, poised to strike at the first sign of a threat. As her eyes made their way about him, she came to the unnerving realization that his feet were no longer facing away from her and when her head snapped up she was met eye to eye with him. The swiftness with which Jey moved had been what startled her initially, but her focus quickly pivoted to his eyes. No, what hid behind them. Or rather what didn’t. There was nothing there. A calculated emptiness. They both remained anchored in place. She wasn’t afraid to move nor was she afraid of him, but something was keeping her there. Something was keeping him there. Looked in at the eyes, but neither spoke. What was there to say anyway? Any individual with a single modicum of intelligence would tell you that it would be ill-advised to speak to someone who looked you the way that Jey was now. Like an animal. If he had gun it would be drawn. The empty heat she had been pondering before was now looking right at her and she couldn’t look away–

“Hey, Rhea!” Rhea was embarrassed to think about the rather indignant noise she made at the sound of Damian’s voice that called from down the hallway. She whipped around. Her face set into a glower that deepened as she noticed the crooked-toothed smile Damian flashed back at her.

“Yo, take it easy. Did I scare you?” he teased, nudging her suggestively with his elbow as he came to stand next to her. She turned her head dramatically, her face pinched into a pout as she shoved him back.

“Fuck off, Priest.” Her voice dripping with an exasperated fondness that she only ever offered to him. He shrugged before pulling his loosely tied robe closer around him and crossing his arms over his chest. His face the picture of amused curiosity as he said, “I called out a couple times and you didn’t answer. So, I got creative.”

Rhea blew air at her bangs, snorting a laugh as she said, “By creative, you mean loud, right?” He shrugged again, then he glanced behind her. Seemingly looking for something that he couldn’t find. She followed his gaze over her shoulder and almost audibly sighed in relief when she noticed Jey was no longer standing there glaring at her.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” she questioned with feigned innocence. Damian did seem to clock it in his hungover state, but he just shook his head. “Nothing. You just seemed lost in something.” he said matter-of-factly.

“Nah, just staring off into space waiting for our usual appointed breakfast date.” Damian scoffed, but made no objection to her explanation, moving past her toward the breakfast spread where Jey had once stood. She could still almost envision the perfect silhouette of Jey as he had been just moments before. A ghostly visage with some kind of death reflected in his eyes. An emptiness she now realized felt so familiar, because it was one she shared within herself. A loss of something. Of someone. A loss of innocence that only your greatest love can cause. A loss she’d felt twice but had been remedied by the new family she had now. Maybe Jey could use a new family too. She laughed out loud at the absurdity of the thought and Damian fixed her with a concerned look but made no moves to address it. She resumed her pondering. Jey was too loyal to be fooled out of leaving his family. An absurd thought on her part. Impossible at worst. Yet another thing she’d add to the long list she chose to worry about at a later time.

Or she was full of shit, because even as she made her plate and get several cups of coffee in her system (maybe there was a way to just inject it into her veins first thing in the morning instead. She’d have to do research on it.), her mind wandered back to Jey Uso. More alarmingly, Roman Reigns. A man she had yet to lay eyes on in-person yet loomed large over the union of the two factions. The deal had been made by him. Paul Heyman had just been the typical obedient messenger. When she considered it, Roman was largely responsible for the man that Rhea had narrowly avoided a confrontation with just minutes before. He had beaten Jey down so completely that he was left with only his instincts to guide him. A weapon Roman had sharpened to act as an extension of himself. Jey was no longer an individual, but a cog in the great machine that Roman Reigns had built his now vast empire out of.

Roman was a familiar shadow to her. Like her own mentor, who haunted her even now. Roman Reigns did not seem like the type who took kindly to betrayal. Those who grew brave enough to stand before him was put down expeditiously. It’s why the Judgment Day had agreed to the alliance. Why try and fight a god, just to lose everything, when he’s willing to make you kings? Their faction was still young and while they didn’t have much to lose, fear was enough. Perhaps Edge would be ashamed of them now. The man who thought he was bulletproof. The one who taught them to fear nothing, but he showed his weakness then. He made them too strong, too strong to need him and they took full advantage. They had felled the king who believed himself to be the same god that Roman was.

Still, maybe Roman’s time would be coming soon too. The tension radiated off all the members of the Bloodline in waves. Sami Zayn had opened a door inside a house that every believed to be forged shut with steel. A door no one had thought to check for. And answer to a question that she was sure none of the Bloodline had ever dared to ask.

But that was none of her business. What choices the Bloodline members chose to make didn’t matter to her. So long as they stayed out of her way.

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kyleoreillylover · 1 year ago

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Protectors

Jey Uso x Sami Zayn x Fem!Reader

Summary: As the youngest on the roster, you are used to the protective antics of the older members of the WWE- specifically Jey and Sami, who took you under their wing and see you as their little sister, who deemed themselves as your protectors- despite you thinking you can take care of yourself. But tonight, after wanting to experience being a normal teenager and sneaking out to a party you get ditched and stranded at, you call them for help. And Jey is not happy with you.

A/N: This is very self-indulgent. Not that I get stranded at parties, but I wish Sami and Jey were some of my college besties, especially as a first year, and could comfort me, don't we all 🥹 Hope ya'll enjoy!!

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav (if you wanna be added to the tag list just lmk!)

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The rational part of your brain knew it was a stupid idea ever since your friends suggested it- you had to be stupid to not think that -but the irrational part of your brain wanted to finally act your age and have fun with the friends you barely saw ever since being called up and constantly on the road 300 days a year.

As a college student who also happened to be a WWE superstar and the hottest act on WWE.

And at a mere 18 years old.

Any other person your age would have jumped at the chance for a wild night out. And you finally wanted to live up to your age.

Which is why you didnt tell anyone on the roster that you were planning to attend the party. Sneaking out from the tour bus was easy enough, slipping away from the watchful eyes of your older colleagues who often acted as your guardians whenever you were on tour. You were grateful for their protectiveness, but tonight, you craved a taste of freedom, and you weren't gonna get that with them breathing down your necks.

But now, with the bitter cold air biting at your skin, and the distant sound of music fading behind you, you found yourself regretting your decision. You hadn't anticipated how quickly everything could turn sour. Your friends had scattered away a few hours ago to god knows where, leaving you stranded and uncomfortable in a sea of drunk idiots (there was no way you were trusting the drinks of a bunch of college boys) that were either trying to get in your pants or trying to get you into their friends’ pants.

And to make things worse-you got recognized. An over-zelous frat boy took one look at you from across the room and literally screamed out your name over the loud music, which in turn made his other over-zelous frat boy friends turn towards you with recognition in their drunken-hazed eyes and run over to you and wrap their sweaty arms around you and beg you for selfies, which in turn made everyone else realize you were there and do the same thing.

You quickly dipped before shit could hit the fan and managed to slip away and run far away from the house without anyone following you, but now you had no idea where you were, it was getting colder by the second, and you were nervous that a fan would eventually find you.

You navigated through dimly lit streets, shivering in the cold, desperately trying to remember the route back to the main road to get the hell out of here. The unfamiliar streets twisted and turned, leading you deeper into a residential neighborhood you didn't recognize. Panic began to well up within you as you realized you truly had no idea where the fuck you were going.

You groaned as as frustration mixed with the cold night air. You had two options now. Either suck it up and keep walking, hoping to stumble upon a familiar place with using google maps, or call one of your friends for help.

You started mentally weighing the pros and cons of each option to call. Cody was finally spending time with his family, you weren't close enough with Seth to ask him for help, Rhea would chew you up and spit you out for being this stupid and leaving without telling her, Bianca was spending time with Montez and busy dealing with Damage Control, Nia hated your guts…which left you with two options...

You reached for your phone, feeling the chill of the night biting at your fingertips as you dialed the numbers of the two people who you defineltey felt the most guilty about not telling about your plans because they were the closest to you and the most protective of you, but you had no choice now. The phone rang, each ring and every second you waited for an answer amplifying your anxiety.

After a few agonizing moments, the phone finally finally clicked, indicating that someone had picked up.

"Why the hell you calling at 1 am? I ain't getting you no food uce." Jeys groggy voice greeted on the other end of the line, sounding slightly annoyed at being awakened. "Hey...." You answered back nervously, knowing he'd be even more irritated.

"Jey, be nice." You heard Sami's equally tired voice chastise Jey. Sami was always the sweetest between the two of them, even though Jey was also syrupy sweet with you and being protective hell over you. Sami was always spoiling you despite Jey's teasing and gruff exterior. You were like the little sister they never had.

"But why are you calling at this time, kiddo? Shouldn't you be sleeping or something, all that teenage angst catching up to you?" Sami teased lightly.

You let out a nervous laugh, the sound slightly shaky from the cold, your breath visible in the chilly night air. "Uh, yeah, about that...I kind of need your help," you admitted, rubbing your arms in an attempt to generate some warmth.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Jey spoke up again, this time more alert. "What kind of help? What the hell you do?" Jey's voice was filled with concern yet tinged with a hint of scolding.

You let out another nervous laugh, knowing he was going to get more angry. "Don't get mad..."

"Don't get mad?" Jey's voice rose a notch, and you could practically hear the skepticism in his tone. "What. Did. You. Do?"

"Well, you see, I may or may not have snuck out to a party without telling anyone, and now I'm kind of lost in the middle of nowhere," you confessed immediately at his demanding tone, cringing at the admission.

There was a moment of silence, followed by a deep sigh from Sami. "You did what?!" Jey's disbelief was evident, and you could almost picture him running a hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was stressed or frustrated.

"I know, I know, but I called you now, shouldn't that count for something?" You babbled out in a rush to quell his frustations, your teeth chattering slightly from the cold.

Jey let out a frustrated growl. So much for quelling his rage. "You should've not done this shit in the first place, that would've counted for something! You know better than to do this shit-"

"Alright, alright, let's not make her feel worse than she already does." Sami interjected, his tone softer as he put a hand on Jey's shoulder, trying to calm his friend down. "We'll figure this out kiddo, okay? Just send us your location."

You quickly fumbled with your phone to send them your location- hoping they wouldn't notice you turned it off, but Jey's angry growl indicated that he probably caught on. "And you turned off your location, didn't you?" Jey's voice was stern, and you winced at the disappointment you could feel emanating from him.

"I...uh, didn't want anyone else to track me down," you admitted sheepishly, knowing it was a feeble excuse.

Sami sighed. "Look, just turn it back on so we can find you. We'll be there in a few minutes."

You followed Sami's instructions, turning on your location sharing. As you waited for them to arrive, you couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anxiety. Relief that you wouldn't have to be in these cold, unfamiliar streets alone and would have company soon and anxiety about facing the inevitable lecture from Jey and Sami.

True to their word, Jey and Sami showed up shortly, wearing sweatpants and hoodies, looking more like they were ready to sleep than to show up and get you.

Jey's face was etched with anger, disappointment, and concern, while Sami's held a more understanding and sympathetic look, but also had a tinge of disappointment in his face. They both stepped out of their car, and Sami pulled you into a tight, protective hug. The warmth from his hoodie was a stark contrast to the chilly night air, and you couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Are you okay?" Sami whispered, concern evident in his voice as he pulled away to examine you. You were wearing a low cut black dress that was definitely not suitable for the cold weather, and Sami's worry deepened as he noticed your shivering.

"I'm fine, just cold," you replied, trying to brush off the concern, but the chattering of your teeth betrayed your attempt.

Jey, who had been standing there with his arms crossed, finally spoke up, walking over to you and giving you a jacket."We're taking you back to the bus. This was a stupid idea, and you should know better. Now get in the car."

You nodded solemnly, slipping into the jacket, but Sami frowned at Jeys stern tone. "You don't have to yell at her, Jey. She's already scared and cold." Sami shot Jey a disapproving look that Jey shot right back at him. "Then what the hell am I supposed to do, Sami? Be happy like you that she's almost a grown ass adult that decided to play hide and seek in the middle of the night in some random neighboorhood?"

Your frown turned into a glare as you looked between them, understanding where Jey was coming from but nonetheless still hurt by his words. "You're right. I am an adult, so I shouldn't have to listen to you yell at me like I'm a child," you retorted, crossing your arms defensively.

Jey scoffed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, your such an adult that you got yourself lost in the middle of the night," he muttered under his breath, but Sami shot him another warning look.

"Enough, Jey. Yelling at her won't change what happened. Let's just get her back to the bus and talk about this when we're all in a warmer, less public place," Sami suggested, guiding you towards the car.

You were about to go into the car, but a voice yelling out your name made you freeze in your tracks. "Y/N!!" The three of you turned to see a big ass frat boy running towards you, phone in hand, with a wide grin on his face.

"You didnt listen to me ask you for a selfie earlier!" he exclaimed, clearly still drunk. "So now that I finally found you, are you done being a bitch and will take a selfie with me?" He barely finished his sentence before Jey grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground, a low growl escaping his throat.

"You need to learn some damn manners, you fucking fool!" Jey snarled, his grip tightening on the guy's shirt. "You talk to her like that again I'ma stick my foot up your ass and make sure you can't talk at all, uce."

"Jey, let him go!" Sami intervened, trying to pry Jey's fingers off the frat boy. You watched, wide-eyed, as the frat boy stammered out an apology, fear etched across his face as Jey chocked the life out of him. "Nah, he gotta learn to keep his fucking mouth shut!" Jey's grip tightened on his throat as he pushed him against a nearby car. "You wanna talk that shit to her, you deal with the consequences, uce." Jey's tone was deadly serious, and the frat boy nodded frantically, struggling to catch his breath.

"Jey, seriously, let him go. We don't need trouble," Sami pleaded, still attempting to calm his friend down.

"Jey please, let him go. We don't need you getting suspended for hurting a fan over me." Your voice softened as you approached, placing a gentle hand on Jey's arm. He turned to you, his expression still filled with anger but softening slightly at your touch. He listened to you and released the frat boy, who stumbled backward, coughing and trying to regain his composure.

"Get lost," Jey growled at the frat boy, who nodded vigorously before stumbling away, casting frightened glances over his shoulder.

Sami shot Jey a disapproving look, but Jey just shrugged it off. "You didnt have to fight him. You could've just ignored him," Sami scolded gently, shaking his head at Jey's temper.

"I ain't gonna let anyone disrespect her like that, Sami. You know that." Jey replied, still seething but slightly more composed now. You took a step closer to Jey, looking up at him with a mix of fear and love in your eyes. "Thank you, Jey. I'm sorry for causing all this shit." You looked away from him guiltily, not waiting for a response as you crawled into the car, missing the way Jey sighed heavily, his anger slowly dissipating as he met Sami's gaze, who was giving him a knowing look. "Lemme guess, now you are feeling bad and wishing you listened to me?"

Jey sighed again, running a hand through his hair in frustration. 'I fucking know, okay? I shouldn’t have blown up on her like that." Jey admitted gruffly, his voice laced with guilt.

Sami placed a reassuring hand on Jey's shoulder. "I know, man. But now, let's bring her back to the bus, make sure she's good, and then you can talk to her, okay?”

Jey nodded a mix of concern and remorse on his face as he got into the drivers seat, Jey's grip on the steering wheel tight and Sami sitting quietly beside him, occasionally shooting concerned glances at you in the backseat, where you were shrunken back into your seat, scrolling on your phone to avoid the tense vibes in the car.

The silence was thick, only broken by the occasional sigh from Jey and the sound of Sami shifting in his seat. You glanced up from your phone just in time to see you pull up to the tour bus.

As soon as the car stopped, you hurriedly exited, hoping to avoid the tension inside. You were met with the chilly night air once again, and you wrapped the jacket tighter around yourself, then felt anther arm wrap around you and looked up to see Sami by your side. He gave you a gentle squeeze, silently comforting you as you stood there, feeling the cold night air prickling against your skin. "You'll be okay," he murmured softly.

As you turned to head towards the tour bus, you noticed Jey lingering behind. His expression seemed torn between frustration and worry, his hand running through his hair as if he was battling an internal struggle. His eyes met yours briefly before he turned away, heading towards the bus after you and Sami, making your heart drop in guilt.

You sat down on the couch, pulling the jacket closer around you, trying to shake off the chill that had seeped deep into your bones, the heat emanating from the tour bus a welcome relief. You glanced up as Sami settled down next to you, offering a warm smile in an attempt to ease your n nerves as Jey stomped to the kitchen, his movements tense and agitated. He was trying to mask his concern with a facade of indifference, but it was evident in the way he kept glancing in your direction.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, breaking the silence, your voice barely audible. Sami's face softened at the sadness in your face. "I didnt mean to make you guys scared, or worry you both, or try to prove that I am independent. I just wanted to have fun for once."

Sami gently placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"It's okay, kiddo. We understand that. But you have to realize, sneaking out alone wasn't the safest way to have fun," Sami replied, his voice calm and understanding. "Jey and I were worried sick when you called. You are like our little sister, and we care about you, and we want you to be safe."

You nodded, feeling guilt weighing heavily in your chest. "I know, and I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to cause so much trouble."

Sami paused for a moment, his gaze sympathetic and filled with concern. "I know. And I know the pressure can be overwhelming, trust me, I can barely handle it and I am twice your age. But are you not having fun? Are you not happy with Raw and Smackdown? I don't want you to crack under the pressure this young just because you feel like you have to prove something to yourself or others."

You sighed softly, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over you. "I am, Sami. I really am happy when I'm with you guys. I'm happy with everyone. I am happy with me life. It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on being a regular teenager. Everyone else my age is out having fun, and I'm constantly on the road, living this extraordinary life but missing out on ordinary things."

Sami's expression turned into an understanding and his eyes had a pensive glint in his eyes as he pulled you into a tight hug. "I get it, kiddo. I do. I know how tough it is, but I also know that you're strong enough to handle it. You accomplished so much that others can only dream of doing, and youre being a badass while dong it."

You giggled softly at Sami's attempt to lighten the mood, and he smiled back, happy to have finally made you turn back to your normal self. "But you shouldn't be worrying about what you are missing, you should be proud of what you've achieved. You're not missing out on life; you're living it differently, and that's okay."

You smiled into his neck, his words and warm embrace being exactly what you needed. Sami was always so sweet to you. "I needed to hear that. Thank you, Sami.”

Sami pulled back slightly, giving you a warm smile. "Anytime, kiddo. Besides, who else would I be able to spill drama and gossip about with you're not here? Sami chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood further.

You giggled again, nudging Sami playfully. "You have Jey to gossip with."

Sami laughed heartily, the sound echoing through the bus. "Ah, he's got his moments too, but you know, you're the one who keeps things interesting around here."

The two of you turned towards the kitchen when you heard a clang, seeing Jey, rummaging through the fridge with unnecessary force, his back tensed.

Sami turned back to you, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Look, we'll talk more, but I think Jey needs a moment. He's just worried about you, and it's his way of showing it. He needs you more than I do right now."

You nodded your head understandingly at Sami's words; Jey might've had a hard exterior, but underneath all that he needed you right now, needed to make sure you were safe.

"I'll go talk to him," you said softly, standing up from the couch. Sami gave you an encouraging nod as you walked over to Jey, who had his back turned to you, who was aggressively fixing things in the kitchen. You approached him cautiously, knowing he was on edge.

"Jey?" You spoke softly, hoping to get his attention without startling him. You saw his back stiffen, but he didnt turn around. You took a deep breath and continued, knowing he was listening to you. "I'm really sorry about what happened tonight. I didnt mean to worry you or cause any trouble. I just wanted to..." You trailed off, unsure how to express your feelings without making things worse.

Jey finally turned to face you, his eyes red and tired, but full of concern. He didnt say anything at first, just observed you with a mix of emotions flickering his face. His expression softened slightly as he took in your nervous stance, and he let out a heavy sigh.

"Look sweetheart," Jey began, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the frustration lingering underneath. "I ain't mad at you because I wanna ruin your night or make you feel bad. I'm mad because I care about you. We care about you.

He gestured toward where Sami was sitting, still looking in your direction. "You mean a lot to us, and seeing you like that.." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're not supposed to be sorry, you know? You're supposed to be safe and sound, not running around in the middle of the night and scaring the hell out of us. And you like my sister, so of course I'ma feel some typa way about it."

You felt your throat close up at the genuine concern in Jey's voice. You moved closer to him, reaching out tentatively to touch his arm. "I... I understand, Jey. I didn't mean to cause so much worry. I just... I wanted to let loose for a night, to feel like a regular teenager, " you admitted, your voice wavering slightly with emotion. “I won't do something stupid like that again, I promise." You looked up at him, sincerity shining in your eyes.

Jey's expression softened at your words, and he sighed, pulling you into a hug. "You better not, or I'ma beat your ass," he said, his tone serious but laced with affection. You giggled into his neck when he lifted you up slightly in a bear hug, your laughter easing the tension between you both. "Okay, okay, I promise! No more sneaking out without telling anyone," you assured him, hugging him back tightly.

"And no more partying alone somewhere you have no idea about."

"Okay!"

"And no more hanging out with friends that ditch you."

"Okay!!"

"And no more stealing my snacks from my locker room when I go out for a match."

"Aye, now you doing too much!"

You both chuckled at your comment, and you pulled away from the hug to look up at Jey.

"I love your protective ass, you know that?"

Jey smirked slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "Of course you do. Who else is gonna keep you in check, huh?" You nudged him playfully, smiling up at him. "You and Sami are the best. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Jey's smirk softened into a genuine smile, and he squeezed your arm affectionally. "We got your back, always. Just promise me you'll have ours."

You smiled back at him, your eyes softening with gratitude at having the greatest support system ever. "I promise, Jey. I'll always have your back, just like you have mine."

Jey nodded, a sense of relief washing over him, his demeanor shifting back to his usual protective yet playful self. "Good. Now go back and sit with Sami, your hot chocolate will be out in a minute."

You raised your eyebrows at his words, a grin creeping up on your face. "Hot chocolate? You're spoiling me now, Jey," you teased, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you despite the chilly air outside.

Jey chuckled, pushing you playfully out of the kitchen. "Yeah, yeah, just go before I change my mind."

You grinned and hurried back to the couch where Sami was waiting, a smile on his face as he watched your interaction with Jey. "I take it everything's okay?" Sami asked softly as you sat back down next to him.

"Yeah, everything's good," you replied, leaning against Sami's shoulder. "Jey's just being Jey, you know?"

Sami nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. "Yeah, I can tell." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice filled with warmth. "Jey may not always show it in the best way, but he's fiercely protective because he cares deeply. We both do. You're like family to us."

You smiled gratefully, feeling a surge of emotion at Sami's words. "I'm lucky to have you guys. Don't tell anyone, but when I got called up to the main roster… I was scared. I didnt know anyone, and everyone was so much older and experienced, so I thought to just shut myself off and focus on wrestling. But you guys… you made me feel welcome, like I belonged."

Sami's smile widened at your confession. "Aw, kiddo." He pulled you into his arms again, holding you close. "You fit in right from the start. I saw potential in you from before Cody introduced us, and I knew you'd be something special. You've proved that and more. And don't tell Jey I told you this…"

Sami leaned in to your ear conspiratorially. "But he told me when we first met you that he thought you were the most talented person he had seen in a while, and that it was crazy NXT didn't capitalize on you when they had the chance." Sami pulled back to see the surprised expression on your face, chuckling softly at it.

"He really said that?" You asked, surprised and touched.

Sami nodded, his smile warm and reassuring. "Yeah, he did. But don't spill the beans, he has a reputation to maintain." You laughed as you leaned back onto the couch, smiling up at Sami gratefully. "Thank you for telling me that. And don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

Just then, Jey came into the room, carrying three mugs of steaming hot chocolate. He handed each of you a mug and settled into the seat across from you, a small smile on his face. "Here you go, kid. Don't burn your tongue," he said in a teasing tone.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, taking a cautious sip of the hot chocolate, reveling in its warmth. "Thanks, Jey. This is perfect," you said, shooting him a grateful smile.

Jey leaned back in his seat, taking a sip of his drink and shooting a knowing look between you and Sami. "So, what'chall taking 'bout?" he asked casually.

You and Sami exchanged glances before chuckling nervously. The two of you were the worst liars on earth. "Oh, nothing, just catching up on some stuff," Sami replied smoothly, trying to cover up the conversation.

Jey raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Ya'll were talking bout me, weren't you?"

You were a little worried Jey had caught on, but Sami was quick on his feet. "Of course not, man. Why would we talk about you when we have more important things to discuss?" Sami flashed a mischievous grin.

Jey squinted at Sami, clearly not convinced. "I know when you're lying, Sami. spill it."

You chuckled nervously, deciding to take the plunge. "We were just talking about this hot guy from school hitting on me at the show one time." you said, trying to divert the conversation with a playful grin.

Jey raised an eyebrow, looking between you and Sami skeptically. "Hot guy, huh? Should I be worried?" he teased, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

Sami laughed, playing along. "Oh yeah, definitely. He was so into her, it was unreal. I had to swoop in and save her from his charming ways," Sami joked, nudging you lightly.

You giggled, grateful for Sami's quick thinking. "Yeah, Sami's my hero," you said with a wink, trying to keep a straight face.

Jey chuckled, shaking his head at your antics. "Yeah, in your dreams, cause ain't no way mans took a look at Sami and got intimidated." Jey smirked, taking another sip of his drink. You laughed at the offended look Sami wore, his hand over his heart in mock hurt.

And as you sipped your warm hot choclate, your heart felt even warmer. You might not have been a regular teenager, but if being a regular teenager meant you couldn't have these friends looking out for you and having your back, then you didn't mind missing out on regular teenage normalcy at all.

BONUS

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unintentionaloracle · 2 days ago

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Rewards and Consequences [Fic]

AKA "The Bloodline Doesn't Know" Part Two (Read First Part Here)

I had more ideas with this. Enough to write more with it.

Summary: After another "information exchange" with Kevin, Sami's guilt almost becomes too much.

Kevin greeted Sami by pulling his flannel shirt off (this time with snaps, Sami had learned from last time). He roughly started inspecting him. Sami bristled. He'd barely entered the suite and he was already this revved up?

“Hey! At least say hi, first! Or give me a minute before we get into it. Especially after you threw me so hard into those pipes tonight...” He protested. Kevin had insisted they stage a brawl backstage.

Kevin, to his credit, looked somewhat repentant. “Sorry. I'm not trying to “get into it”. I'm trying to make sure I didn't hurt you too bad,” Kevin said, going back to inspecting Sami's back, then torso. He pressed a kiss to Sami's shoulder. “Good, you're fine.” He said, locking the door behind his “conspirator”. “And I was just trying to make it convincing.” Kevin cupped his face.

Sami smacked his hand aside as his heart skipped a beat. “We didn't need to actually fight, you know...”

“With all the snitches that could blow our cover? Never,” Kevin said. “Especially with how Cody’s been acting. What if he hurt you to get to me?”

Sami sighed. He'd almost forgot this phantom of their relationship was supposed to be a secret. The last thing he wanted was for his big web of lies to drag him into someone else's feud. “You're right.”

Kevin smirked. “I always am. Now...” He said, pressing closer to Sami. “Hello, Sami~” he purred like a jungle cat.

Sami swallowed hard. He hated the amount of sway Kevin had over him like this on principle. But in the moment...

“Hi,” his voice cracked.

He looked around. There were rose petals, some sort of bottle on ice next to “Kevin's” title, chocolate covered strawberries, matching robes, what looked like a jacuzzi in a corner...

“You went all out, tonight...” Sami noted as Kevin kissed his neck. “I mean, this is the executive suite, right?”

“As the true champ, I need to stay in the best room, Sami. And since the honeymoon suite would've been too obvious, I had to bring those kinds of accommodations here, to make it up to you for tonight. Plus, you've been working so hard for me, and had such a long day...you deserve a reward~”

A shiver went down Sami's spine. “I thought the reward was the s—”

Kevin cut him off with a kiss. Sami immediately kissed back and navigated them to the bed. Kevin sat down and navigated him onto his lap, peeling his own shirt off before pawing and clawing at him like an animal. Kevin broke off the kiss, licking his lips.

“That’s more like a mutual benefit, Sami,” he said, punctuating it with a wink before nipping at his collarbone.

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Sami hadn't planned on knocking on Jey's hotel door, clad in just his underwear and a robe, holding his shirt and jeans in his hands in the middle of the night. But since becoming a wrestler, life had a way of putting him in weird situations.

This was not how this night was supposed to go, at all.

He waited patiently for Jey to open the door, bristling at the cold of the hotel hallway. Sami held the fluffy robe closer to himself. “C’mon, c’mon, c’moooooon...” He pleaded under his breath, hopping from foot to foot. He made sure to cover the hickeys and bites on his skin as best he could.

Thankfully, Jey finally opened the door, very confused by the state Sami was in.

“Jey, I need you,” Sami stated.

“Ah, man, I was worried about this...Sami, I love you, but not that–”

“I need to talk to you!” Sami corrected, flushing. “Sorry, I know how this looks.”

Jey sighed with relief, stepping aside. “Come on in, Uce.”

Sami nodded, softly thanking him before entering the hotel room. He glanced at the clothes in his hands. “First, mind if I...?”

“Please do,” Jey said, looking away.

Sami quickly tossed the robe aside and scrambled to pull his jeans and flannel back on. He grabbed his robe. “You're good, my dawg.”

Jey whirled around. He motioned to the bed before sitting on it, legs folded. Sami sat across from him, mimicking Jey’s pose. Jey took a deep breath. “So, you're finally ready to talk about whatever's been eating you?”

Sami sighed. Jey had been asking for a while about Sami’s recent change in demeanor. He'd always brushed him off, not wanting to drag him into this mess he'd made...or lie to anyone else. But right now he needed some sort of lifeline. He nodded.

“So...I've been seeing Kevin again. Kinda.”

“Oh...wait, what do you mean by “kinda” seeing him?” Jey asked.

“Well, it's not like we're dating, again. But we've been meeting up and, uh...hooking up...”

“Ah.”

“But I've also been feeding him information...on Roman...Nothing serious!” He specified.

Not that we've had serious information lately.

“Just enough to satisfy him!” Sami continued. “He thinks I'm his inside man.”

“...Oh...” Jey frowned, his eyebrows drooping. Sami could feel his disappointment.

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to make him happy and not feel alone. And to protect the family. I would've warned you if he tried anything! Looking out for you and Jimmy is the reason I even came back to The Bloodline.”

Jey's shoulders seemed to ease, but there was still a hurt confusion in his eyes. “Why tell me this now? After you lied to me so long?”

“Because you're my best friend. Hell, you're a brother to me. I trust you more than Roman and Heyman, so I'm telling you more than I told Roman and Heyman...”

“And Jimmy?”

“Oh, you know Jimmy can't keep a secret.”

Jey nearly objected, then thought about it, then shrugged.

“Look, I've gotten into a mess tonight and I need someone to talk to. Someone I can be honest with. Please, Jey...”

Jey leaned back with a sigh. “Alright, so what's the problem in your web of lies?”

Sami relaxed for a moment before tensing again. “So I met up with Kevin in his suite after the show. He decided we were gonna hook up before any information passed this time, not that I minded. After that...”

---

Sami and Kevin laid in bed together, Sami panting and covered with sweat. He glanced around the room as he came down from the high of Kevin, hoping to ward off the guilt that always grew after their recent nights of passion.

He saw his reflection in the Winged Eagle. The belt Kevin tried to snap Cody's neck for. The pit in his stomach started forming early.

Kevin rested his head on Sami's chest, pulling him closer and murmuring in French. “My beautiful Sami”, “no one can have you”, “you stupid handsome man”...

“Did we reset your brain there, Kev?” Sami teased, relaxing a little.

Kevin put his hand on Sami's heart. “Give me a minute...” Kevin said in partial English.

Sami chuckled. “So, do you want me to wait to give you the report on Roman?”

“Report?” Kevin asked, pulled out of his apparent Sami-induced fugue state. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised for a moment. “Right, the report on Roman...” He said, almost flatly. “Go ahead.”

“I mean, I don't have much info, though. He wasn't there and didn't even bother to have Heyman pass anything along to us...” Sami huffed. Roman's lack of devotion to the rest of the group really didn't help morale. “So unless you wanna know about the thirty minutes we spent working out how Jey should respond to Rhea’s new post...”

“What post?”

“The one of her in cutoff shorts and an OG Bloodline shirt she made into a halter. She captioned it “These may be more my colors, but I prefer the pink and blue” or something.”

“Ah,” Kevin said.

“We had a whole debate over what it meant!”

“It means she misses her boyfriend hanging out with her instead of your stupid Bloodline...” Kevin said, matter of factly. “I get how she feels.”

“Exactly! That's what I said!” Sami said, wincing at Kevin's last remark. “But Jimmy insisted it meant something else! And after all the replies we pitched, do you wanna know how he responded?” Sami asked.

“He just posted the stupid eyes emoji...”

“HE JUST POSTED THE STUPID EYES EMOJI!” Sami confirmed, exasperated.

Kevin chuckled.

“I bet your day was less frustrating.”

“Relatively. Guy at the gas station recognized me and gave me a free donut this morning because I “was absolutely right”. People are starting to see the light, Sami!” Kevin said gleefully.

Sami couldn't help but smile. For a moment, he felt warm. Things almost felt like they used to. Like they should've stayed...

The pit in his stomach was back.

Kevin ran his fingers through Sami's hair. “Thank you, Sami. For being there for me through all this. The only person who's been there for me...” He moved his hand down to Sami’s hip, his thumb tracing his hip bone. He looked Sami in the eyes. “I love you, Sami.”

Sami felt the air leave his lungs. The pit grew.

---

“Oh no...so what'd you say back?” Jey asked.

“The only thing I could...”

---

“I love you, too, Kev...” Sami replied, keeping his voice steady.

Kevin smiled and kissed Sami. But this time it wasn't blazing and hungry. It was soft, tender, almost savoring it. Sami kissed back, allowing himself to pretend they weren't lying in a bed of Sami's lies. He'd gotten so good at swallowing his guilt these last few weeks, why stop now?

“C'mon, let's go clean up in the jacuzzi bath...” Kevin said, wiggling his eyebrows. He shifted his hand once again, this time to the small of Sami’s back.

---

“...Uce...”

“And you want to know the messed up part?” Sami asked, shaking. “...I wasn't lying...” His voice cracked and his eyes burned. “I still love him...”

Jey immediately pulled Sami into a hug. Sami clung to him as he cried it out. “Where's Kevin now?”

“Asleep,” he buried his head in Jey's shoulder. “I left him a note that I'd be back.”

Jey patted his back. “And you're sure he's not just manipulating you?” The “again”, while left unsaid, hung in the air.

Sami shook his head. “I saw it in his eyes, Jey. That man bore his soul to me and I'm stringing him on. I can't...I can't do it anymore...” He squeezed his honorary brother one more time before letting go.

“So what are you gonna do, Uce?”

“The only thing I can do... something that's better for everyone...I'm gonna quit The Bloodline...” Sami said.

“Sami!” Jey exclaimed. He looked like Sami had just stabbed him in the heart. “What about the family?”

“I still love you and Jimmy! And Roman...” He hesitated. “It’s been fun being together again. Hanging with both you and Jimmy is something I've missed ever since I left The Bloodline. But...I also want my own life again, too, ya know?”

“Sami...”

“You feel it, too, right? Before all this, I was taking Gunther to his limit. Chasing titles. My relationship with Kevin was the healthiest it'd ever been! And you! You were the Intercontinental Champion! Forging your own path beyond the shadow of your family tree! And you and Rhea were...whatever you two were!

“And now look at us. When we're not waiting around for Roman to show up and give us orders (if he has any), we're busy getting harassed and attacked for associating with him again. I not only jeopardized my relationship with Kevin with this, I turned it into a complete mess! And I cany imagine you or Rhea are too happy you put what you had on pause for this...”

Jey looked down at the comforter. “No. I was actually just DMing her about it and the picture...”

“And?”

Jey rubbed his face. “And we both agreed this was a better conversation to have in person. Probably in the morning...”

“Oh, Jey...”

“You might have a point, Sami. Maybe we do gotta move on.”

Sami smiled. He tackle-hugged Jey, sending them both crashing onto the bed.

“And you, Sami,” Jey said. “You gotta come clean to Kevin, uce. Seriously, we didn't make you have to weave this web of lies. You chose to do it that way...”

“I know...” Sami said, sitting up.

“Hey,” Jey said, sitting back up as well before patting his shoulder. “You got this, uce.”

“Thanks, Jey. You're the best. And hey, just because I’m leaving The Bloodline doesn't mean I won't still have your back, man.”

“I know. And I still got yours, Sami Uso. Need to crash here, tonight?” Jey asked.

Sami smiled. “No, I don't wanna worry Kevin if he wakes up. Thanks, though.”

“No problem. Besides, I got something I need to do. You go get your man, alright?”

They exchanged their handshake before parting ways. As Sami roamed back to the elevator, something occurred to him:

What something?

---

Rhea was put up in a hotel a few blocks away. A safety precaution, given how ugly things got with her and Liv. She was wiping her eyes: both to help remove the makeup and to remove the tears.

She hated crying over a guy. It made her feel stupid. The great Rhea Bloody Ripley, no better than most girls when it came to her crush. Vulnerable was not something she liked to be. It's why she rarely let her stone mask slip. But Jey...

...Why did the hot and sweet ones have to be idiots? Despite what they'd agreed on, he didn't seem like he understood the problem. That as sweet as it was that he wanted to help his family, they weren't the only ones who needed him–

There was a knock at the door. This late?

Rhea grabbed her title as a weapon (she could handle a creep barehanded, but insurance never hurt) and opened the door. Awaiting her was...

“Jey,” Rhea said, dropping her title.

“Hey, baby...” Jey said, catching it.

Oh, now I'm “baby” again... A bitter part of her thought.

“What...what are you doing here?” She asked, instead.

“I couldn't wait until morning to see you...” Jey said simply.

Rhea checked her watch. “I mean, it's midnight. Technically it’s morning.”

“Oh really? Didn't check when I walked over here.”

“You walked!? This far!? This late!?”

“Like I said, I couldn't wait. I needed to see my girl.” He shrugged. “And I'm pretty sure she needed to see me...”

Rhea practically melted. He's an idiot, but damn, if he can't make a girl feel loved when he tries...

She pulled him in for their first kiss at the same time he pulled her in. As their lips met, they walked inside, closing the door.

Rhea's belt clattered to the floor.

---

Sami peeled his clothes back off before coming to bed, snuggling close to Kevin. His lover stirred. “Mmm...Sami? Why are you up?”

“Couldn't sleep. Needed to take a walk. Sorry to wake you up, Kev.”

“Mmm, it's okay. You're cute. I'll allow it.” Kevin rasped, flipping Sami around so he could properly spoon him.

Let's hope I'm cute enough to allow a lot of things... Sami thought.

“Hey, Kev? Can we talk?”

“Can it wait until morning?” He asked, nuzzling the back of Sami's neck.

No! Sami thought.

“Sure,” Sami said.

Idiot! Why are you doing this to yourself!? Why are you like this!?

“Cool. G’night, Sami...” Kevin said, planting a soft kiss to his neck before fully settling in.

“Night, Kev...”

Within a minute, Kevin was snoring gently. Sami didn't mind. They'd shared a room long enough that the rumble was like white noise to him. Almost soothing, in a way. And he needed all the soothing he could get.

He assured himself it would all be fine. It was probably better to have this conversation when Kevin was fully awake anyway. And they both needed the rest.

One last white lie wouldn't kill them.

#wwe #sami zayn #kevin owens #zowens #jhea #jey uso #rhea ripley #the oracle writes #the bloodline doesn't know

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greatqueenanna · 3 months ago

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I occasionally come across posts that claim that Frozen 2 is racist. One example being is Iduna herself, how she was retconned to be indigenous despite her white presenting self. Another is a video I saw on TikTok saying how they had her marry Aganrr aka her colonizer (even though I sincerely doubt Agnarr would follow what Runeard tried to do her people). And another time I saw a Youtube comment saying how the Northuldra are not Saami but Native Americans cosplaying as Saami.

I've said this before, but I'll reiterate my main viewpoints when it comes to this topic because the response was back in 2022, so might as well refresh it.

My viewpoint on this topic is this -

If you are not Sámi, then I don't think it is appropriate to speak on how well the representation was done. We should let the Sámi voice their own opinions, and not try to interject our own biases or talk over them. This goes for both negative and positive comments.

I understand where people are coming from here. All they want is to make sure that a group of people are being represented well and respected. They want to be sure that Disney is not just trying to cash in on a half-assed job at representation at the expense of a group that was often marginalized, discriminated against, and colonized.

However, I do think that when we try to defend on behalf of others, we often create problems that were not considered one in the first place, due to our own biases. What do I mean?

I often bring @hb-pickle's post (linked below), where she emailed Professor Veli-Pekka Lehtola, one of the people on the Sámi Advisory group that helped work on F2. He gave incredible insight on the development of F2, and was very happy with the work they did and the treatment they received.

He mentions within his response three main concerns they had during development.

That Yelena was a villain at first.

That the Northuldran attire was at first even more vague than it is now, and looked more like a non-specific arctic attire.

That the Reindeers were running in a circle at the end, as this was not realistic.

You can read the original response to see more details on these and how the team navigated them.

Out of these three issues - not one of them is about Iduna saving and marrying her 'colonizer', or about Iduna presenting white. These issues are things that are brought up mostly by western audiences. Thus, western audiences are creating a problem , and thus speaking over the group they are trying to protect.

In fact, even the film team did this to some extent. With the second issue that I mentioned above, the film team explained to the advisors that the reason they did not want to specifically represent Sami clothing and colors with the Northuldra, is because they did not want to 'culturally appropriate' them.

Thus, the team was making a decision on what the Sami should consider offensive, much like how western audiences are doing the same with Iduna's character.

I would advise seeking out Sami opinions. I have linked some articles below that you can check out.

“Reindeer are better than people:” Indigenous Representation in Disney’s Frozen

Disney's 'Frozen 2' thrills Sámi people in northern Europe

The last link is from a tumblr blog that is now closed. However, you can get a little bit of info from this user before the read more, unless someone has their full article somewhere.

#frozen 2 #frozen #anna #elsa #greatqueenanna/responses #the northuldra #northuldra #Sami representation

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wrestlezaynia · 26 days ago

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🤍 for Zowens, maybe? Please and thank you!! 🤍

"I Do."

Summary: Sami and Kevin prepare for their big day.

🤍 Kiss at the wedding/milestone.

The big day has finally arrived! Not everyone gets to say they married their best friend, but that's just what Sami was about to do. He heard of people getting pre-wedding jitters and, admittedly, he was a little nervous but also excited to be starting this next chapter with Kevin.

Kevin has been a lot of things to Sami throughout the years: His best friend, his bitter rival, his tag team partner and now he's about to add husband to that list. "Husband." It still didn't feel real. Sami emits a deep breath as he glances at his reflection in the mirror, his freshly trimmed hair and beard staring back at him. He couldn't wait to show Kevin he finally got a haircut! He's just about to walk down the aisle when there's a light knock at the door. "Sami, can I come in?"

It's Kevin. Sami's heart sinks. Had he gotten cold feet? "Kev, it's bad luck for us to see each other before the wedding." He replies, concealing his vision right as Kevin pokes his head into the room.

Sami's protest falls on deaf ears as Kevin enters the room, he too has his hands shielding his eyes as he blindly searches for Sami. "I'm sorry mon cher, I just really want to kiss you." Kevin explains.

Sami breathes a sigh of relief, he should've known better than to think Kevin didn't want to marry him. He was the one who proposed, after all! "Oh Kev, come here." Sami says with a smile, how can he possibly say no to such a sweet gesture? After peeking through a crack in his fingers, Sami guides Kevin toward him. A soft gasp escaping Sami as he feels the heat of Kevin's body pressed firmly against his own slender frame, warming him on impact.

Kevin smirks, hearing the gasp spill from Sami's lips as he wraps his strong tattooed arms around Sami's waist, bringing him even closer. His eyes remain closed as he navigates his way down Sami's face, having memorized his features long ago. Once Kevin reaches Sami's mouth, he traces his thumb gently across Sami's bottom lip before capturing his lips in a fiery kiss.

Kevin's touch sends shivers down Sami's spine. The anticipation building once he feels Kevin's thumb caressing his lips as yet another gasp followed by a moan escapes him, hands cradling Kevin's face.

Fueled by Sami's moans, Kevin slips his tongue past Sami's parted lips, massaging it hungrily against his own as he presses Sami against the wall. Hands roaming over every inch of Sami's body.

As amazing as this feels, Sami knows they have to stop. They're about to be wed and have the rest of their lives to make love. "Kev." Sami manages to choke out in protest, pushing Kevin back. "Save your energy for tonight, lover boy." He adds with an amused chuckle.

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Once Sami manages to pry Kevin's lips away and convinces him to "save it for later," he's left alone with his thoughts. His lips pink and swollen from he and Kevin's steamy make out session. Sami can feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach as the wedding march shakes him from his reverie. He glances at his reflection one last time, takes another deep breath and prepares to walk down the aisle once more.

Kevin's stomach is in knots as he patiently awaits Sami's arrival. The kiss they shared mere minutes prior still fresh in his mind, but quickly vanishes as soon as Sami comes into view. His breath hitching at how handsome Sami looks, tears glistening in his silver blue eyes.

Sami smiles at Kevin from across the room, maintaining eye contact as he makes his way toward him, heart pounding in excitement. "Kev, you okay?" Sami asks with concern, reaching down to cup his cheek.

Kevin nods in response, a wave of emotions crashing down on him. "You look so beautiful, Sami." He whispers softly, his voice wavering.

Now it's Sami's turn to become emotional, the tears beginning to flow as he fondles Kevin's cheek. "You look amazing Kev, I've always thought so." He replies just as softly, gazing deeply into Kevin's eyes.

Kevin's breathing becomes more labored, his chest rising and falling as he slowly leans in when the minister clears his throat, halting his actions. "Sorry." Kevin says sheepishly, forgetting where they are.

There were a few titters from their guests as family and friends urge the minister to continue. "I guess I'd better move this along!" He quips, causing Kevin's blush to deepen.

Kevin struggles to focus on the words being exchanged, far too immersed in Sami's beauty to pay attention, prompting Sami to give his hands a gentle squeeze when it came time to say "I do." However, when they got to "you may now kiss the husband" he heard that phrase loud and clear. He debates on how he's going to kiss Sami. Surely he couldn't kiss him the way they kissed in the changing room, Sami and Kevin's parents were in attendance, but he knew this kiss was special. It would be their first kiss as husbands and he didn't want to ruin it by playing tonsil hockey in front of their guests.

His eyes meet Sami's and the earth stands still as he slowly leans in brushing his lips against Sami's, kissing him soft and deep, their souls intertwined. Minutes pass and their lips are still locked as the minister taps his foot impatiently. "Hey. Save it for the honeymoon, you two!" He quips playfully, forcing the happy newlyweds apart.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch, aside for a few mishaps, including Kevin becoming a little too relaxed during their wedding dance. "Umm...Kev." Sami whispers discreetly, trying not to garner unwanted attention. "I can't help it, you look so handsome." Kevin whispers back, holding Sami's gaze as they sway to the music.

Sami can feel the heat rise to his cheeks as well as his loins, just as eager to retreat back to the hotel to be alone with Kevin. "Patience, mon cher." Sami replies with a knowing grin. "We've got all night."

Finally, the big moment arrives. Both men anticipating what's to come as they walk hand in hand down the long corridor that would eventually lead to their honeymoon suite. Sami is unusually quiet, so Kevin is the first to pipe up. "You okay?" He inquires, stopping in front of the door that leads to their room. "Yeah, just thinking." Sami says.

"Thinking about how good it's going to feel when I'm deep inside you?" Kevin softly asks with a seductive smirk, hands on Sami's hips.

Sami returns the smirk, shaking his head as he wraps his arms around Kevin's neck. "Thinking about our future together, you horndog!" He quips playfully, motioning for Kevin to pick him up. "Carry me, Kev."

Kevin obeys, scooping Sami into his arms as he carries him over the threshold. "We've been married for an hour and you're already bossing me around." He counters, gently lowering Sami to the bed. Admiring how the red satin sheets complement Sami's ginger curls.

Sami's giggles flood the otherwise silent room, echoing off of the paper thin walls as he leans back on his elbows, eyes locked firmly on Kevin. "That's because I wear the pants in this family." He teases.

Kevin can feel his heart beat faster as he watches Sami make himself comfortable, fully intending to remember every detail of this night as he reaches for the belt on Sami's pants. "Not for long." He breathes.

A/N: So that ended up being way longer than anticipated. 🤭 Thank you for reading, as always! You can read my latest fic here.

Tagging: @loki69zowens, @wrestlingdespairings, @unintentionaloracle, @who-do-you-want-to-be, @littleppl444.

@himbos-hotline, @expert-texpert, @wrestlingprincess80, @baybaystime, @crxssjae.

@jeysbvck, @surdelcielo, @thesamoanqueen and @fantasyismyonlyrealescape.

#Zowens #Sami Zayn #Kevin Owens #Request #NSFW.

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the-pink-baphomet1861 · 4 months ago

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Please don't ignore this 🍉🇵🇸❤️🖤🤍💚

Hello my friend 👋

Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a significant difference and help alleviate the burden of this difficult period.

I trust in your kindness and generosity and believe that together, we can overcome this hardship.Thank you in advance for your support, and may you be rewarded for your generosity.💖🇵🇸🍉

https://gofund.me/107a8322

This fundraiser hasn't yet been verified, but I could not find anything when reverse image searching. Sami and his daughters has lost much because of the war, his home, his job, and his peace, but we can help by donating what we can to them. So please do that and reblog to share their story. Thank you.

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samifluffandstuff · 7 months ago

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Why, hello there! Are you lost? Ah, well, come into my cottage, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. ♡

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sami - a casual writer

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Please note: this blog does not write smut; only sfw.

#male x male #x male reader #male reader #sfw #sami • navigation #male reader fluff #fluff #male fluff #gn fluff #gn reader #x gn #x gn reader

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peachhcs · 3 months ago

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all eyes on you

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will and samy have to relearn how to be in a relationship together on top of will's new found fame as an nhl player

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MAKING MY RETURN ONCE AGAIN! here's something i wrote that i didn't hate!! so sorry it's been so long i keep getting writer's block lol anyways writing hate comments is lowkey so fun hahaha but here's will and samy navigating their relationship after getting back together :)

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will was beyond excited to finally get a weekend off. he'd been going, going, going since preseason back in august and now with it being almost november, the sharks didn't have any weekend games for once. as soon as thursday night hit, will was packing his bag for michigan to see guess who? samy.

he did feel a little bad he wasn't using the weekend to go home to boston, but his parents assured him it was okay he flew out to michigan instead. it had been months since the couple saw one another, so the blonde wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to see his girlfriend for a few days.

samy waited patiently in the arrival line of cars, eyes scanning the doors for her boyfriend. she was bouncing off the walls all week getting the place ready for him and rambling on to hannah and her other roommates about their weekend plans—surely talking their ears off about the particular blonde.

she spotted him first when the doors slid open. samy jumped up, waving her hands around to catch his attention as he scanned the line of people for her. when their gazes finally met will quite literally rushed into her arms. he scooped her up into a tight hug, her feet lifting off the concrete as the two spun around.

"i missed you so much," will mumbled into her shoulder, her hold getting even tighter.

"i missed you, too. it's so good to see you," samy beamed up at him, her hands already threading through his longer curls.

"god, it's been so long," will embraced her again, the couple melting into one another when a click caught their attention and someone tapping the boy's shoulder.

will turned, confusion on his features when two girls stood behind him with large smiles, "will smith, right? we're big fans."

the blonde flushed, eyes flicking around—he didn't quite expect running into fans at the airport, but he sported a smile nonetheless.

"yeah, hi. it's good to meet you guys."

samy watched from behind will as he signed their hats, a gentle smile on her lips. she loved watching her boyfriend interacting with fans knowing how many people looked up to him nowadays.

"thank you so much!" the girls grinned before hurrying away. will watched them run back to their own car, eyes turning back to his girlfriend.

"okay, big shot," she poked his chest, another flush spreading across his cheeks.

"sorry about that," he murmured, slightly embarrassed that their moment was interrupted.

"i gotta remember my boyfriend's a big star now," she flicked will's cap before climbing back into the car.

the embarrassment was quickly washed away hearing samy's appraisal. to will, she would always be his number one fan. they pulled out of the line and began driving back to the university. his hand slipped over her thigh, squeezing lightly while leaning back in his seat. for a moment, everything felt like before—before the nhl, before the fame, before college when they were still young.

"ryan and gabe are jealous i get to see you this weekend and they don't," samy joked.

for a second will frowned, the guilt that he didn't go home to boston still lingering in the back of his head, "i wish we could all be together."

"i know, i told them they should fly out, but they have a game tomorrow so they can't miss it. i said we could facetime or something," the brunette giggled and will chuckled.

"hopefully i'll see them in a few weeks. i'm going to boston on the next weekend off," the blonde hummed and he felt samy squeeze his hand resting on her leg.

"has it been everything you've dreamed of?" samy wondered, her gaze meeting will's briefly.

"yeah, it has. it's really great. the guys are awesome. i love san jose. it's cool doing it with macklin. really couldn't have asked for anything better except wishing you were there or that everyone was there," the nhl seemed like a dream so far away for will and it was still hard to believe he was actually living it.

"i'm really proud of you. you're really glowing there, literally and figuratively," she pinched the boy's cheeks meaning the nice tan he acquired.

"thank you. i still miss all of this though. i wish i could do both," as they got closer to umich, will couldn't help but think about boston and how fast everything went. too fast.

"well, i guess this weekend can be your three day escape back into it. eth and mark are excited to see you too," the brunette grinned and will laughed.

"figured, but i'm surprised to hear that considering last time i was around they hated my guts."

"i mean, rightfully so. don't worry, they're cool now. they might rough you up, but they're excited to see you," the couple exchanged a smile and will squeezed samy's thigh, all of the stress from the last three months finally leaving his system for the weekend—and will couldn't be more relieved.

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with any high profile job, there was always the negatives. it couldn't be escaped no matter how hard one tried to get rid of it. will knew all the fame would bring its critics. it was kind of a given that there would be haters and negative comments here and there. his agent prepared him for it, or at least tried to. he just had to ignore them and not engage knowing anything he said online could be used against him.

it was a whole thing the blonde was still getting used to. he had to watch what he said, posted, liked, commented on—he basically couldn't really breathe on the internet anymore knowing someone was always watching.

it was easy until will was scrolling through his feed and landed on a photo of him and samy at the airport.

the boy sat up, scanning the photo closer. it was zoomed in like whoever took it was further away. he could see the two fans about to come up to them. a somewhat uneasy feeling settled into will's stomach not really liking that there was someone watching that entire interaction between him and samy.

it was the caption and all the comments that got him though. there was about 200 since the photo was posted an hour ago and the caption said: first weekend off for the san jose sharks and newest prospect will smith is spotted in michigan visiting his girlfriend. spotted talking with fans!

will was told not to read the comments on things like this because if they were bad, it'd send him into a spiral he couldn't get out of. usually, he didn't and just scrolled past but the ones showing up in the preview wouldn't let will tear his eyes away.

user1: HUH i thought he broke up with her??

user2: goddd he's back with her?? thought he was over her for good.

user3: he could do so much better than her jesus. i literally thought she cheated on him🤨

user4: ignoring fans for a worthless girl 😭😭

user5: woah these comments did not pass the vibe check why is there so much hate??

user6: i actually hate their relationship sorry. people think she's so great because she's quinn and jack's little sister. she only got into umich bc of her brothers. she actually sucks ass at soccer | user9: uh hello?? this is crazy she's actually really talented and really smart. she got into umich all on her own | user6: nahhh bro u crazy fans are so brainwashed into thinking that just bc she's a hughes | user10: uh her last name has nothing to do with anything. she's good on her own wtf u on?? | user6: i'm just being real. she's been leaching off smith for YEARS and y'all don't even realize it | user9: leaching?? wtf she was way more known than will she is not leaching. who hurt u wtf

user7: GET HER OUTTA HERE BRUHHHH

user8: samy hughes they could never make me like you

user11: he's probably only with her bc he gets to get a taste of that 🍑🍑

will shut his phone off, eyes blurry. he couldn't believe people were saying those things about samy or how they could even post those things knowing others were reading it. suddenly, the blonde worried samy would see those comments.

"okay, i'm off to practice. you gonna be okay here alone? hannah should be back around 6:30?" samy walked into the living room dressed in her practice uniform.

"yeah, yeah. i'll be good. have a good practice," will put on his best smile, leaning up to place a gentle kiss to the girl's lips.

"thanks, i will. are you okay?" samy saw her boyfriend's flushed state.

"hmm? oh, yeah. i'm good," the blonde nodded.

"okay, i'll see you later then. i love you," will grinned, waving to her as she slipped out the door.

will grabbed his phone again, going back onto the post. there were even more comments than when he just looked at it, his breath catching in his chest. he couldn't believe there was so much hate and how people were taking the context out of proportion.

it didn't help either that will and samy were still relearning how to be in a relationship with one another. they were still working out their kinks which wasn't easy being across the country from one another and now there was this.

hannah walked into the apartment an hour later, gaze on her best friend's boyfriend staring at his phone. she raised her eyebrow, "hey will?"

her voice startled the boy as he jumped up, but calming when he saw that it was only hannah as she shut the door behind her. "oh, hey. sorry. you scared me," will mumbled, sitting back down.

"are you okay? you looked stressed," the brunette set her keys and backpack on the counter, reaching for the cabinets for a snack.

"oh, i'm fine," unfortunately, hannah didn't believe him.

"you sure? you look like you've seen a ghost," the younger duke sibling laughed.

will knew he could trust hannah, so he motioned her over to look at his phone where he hadn't stopped reading all the comments. he let her look it over, the girl slowly scrolling through all the comments under the post.

"jesus, these people are so ruthless," hannah mumbled.

"i can't believe they're saying that stuff. how could people be so rude?" will said in disbelief.

"they're just jealous and petty that you're not their boyfriend. don't let it get under your skin," hannah handed him his phone back, but her words didn't ease the boy's worries.

"how are you so cool about this?" will didn't get how hannah seemed so chill about what people were saying unlike him who was ready to punch someone in the face. the girl shrugged.

"i don't know. i mean i hate that they're saying that shit and it's really gross, but you gotta remember samy and i are kind of used to it. samy more than me i guess. we've been in our brother's shadows our whole lives. people have always had shit to say about us," she had a point that will didn't think about. he settled back into the couch.

"okay, fair, but i still hate it. they know nothing about my life and shouldn't be disrespecting my girlfriend like that," will stated.

"maybe you could say something? from what i've learned, haters will stop when they hear it from the source."

will considered hannah's words until samy got back from practice. she smiled when she saw her boyfriend in the same spot she left him in, going over to kiss him on the forehead as she shedded herself of her bags.

"hi, get bored while i was gone?" samy chuckled.

"no. how was praactice?" will pulled samy down to the couch with him for a bit.

"it was good. we ran some drills and a possible new formation coach wants us to try at the next game," the girl explained.

"sounds just like hockey practice," the blonde chuckled.

"yeah, sometimes i feel like i'm at hockey practice," samy hummed, pulling her phone out to look at since she hadn't since practice ended.

will quickly grew nervous again. he was scared samy would see the post knowing people were starting to mention her in the comments. even though hannah told him they were used to it, it still made him feel uneasy that all of those strangers were saying such horrid things about them.

"you okay? you've been looking like that since we got here," samy noticed her boyfriend's expression again.

"yeah, fine," will nodded, but samy gave him a look because she knew he was lying.

"will, i know you're lying. you're so easy to read," she poked at him with a tiny smile, the boy flushing in embarrassment.

"i promise it's nothing," he said.

"it has to be something if you keep looking like you saw a ghost," samy poked some more and will knew he couldn't keep this from her. they were being honest with one another now.

"i just..there's this post on instagram. i guess someone saw us at the airport and took a photo and now everyone's commenting on it saying some pretty mean things," will finally explained himself, studying samy's reaction as she digested his words.

"oh."

will pulled his phone out so he could show her, cringing as samy began scrolling through some of the comments. she read a few of them and will kept studying her expression, yet her features stayed fairly neutral.

"i swear, some people just really like to say anything," the girl shook her head, handing will's phone back.

"you're not upset?" he was surprised at her calm disposition.

"i mean, it's gross and weird they're saying that stuff, but i'm not like overly hurt by it," the brunette shrugged.

"oh." it was will's turn to be shocked now.

"did you think i would be more hurt by it?" samy pinched the boy's cheeks and he flushed under her touch.

"i was just scared you'd see them and i didn't want you to be hurt by them because it's just nonsense and i don't agree with any of it," will admitted a bit shyly. samy's lips tipped up into a smile as she cuddled herself closer to him.

"you're sweet, but trust me, that stuff doesn't bother me as much anymore. i'm pretty used to it. you forget i've been compared to quinn, jack, and luke all my life. it just kind of rolls off my back," samy said exactly what hannah told him earlier. hearing it from her though made will feel a bit more relieved than last time.

"i just bothers me that people think it's okay to say that stuff. i guess i was worried you'd like..not wanna keep doing this because everyone has something to say about my life now," the blonde frowned and so did samy.

"i'm not gonna leave you just because i can't take hate comments. i get that this is a lot now with more eyes on you, but i can take it. don't worry. i've been doing this since i was like ten," they shared a laugh.

will leaned his head onto her shoulder, the worry in his chest much better than it was two hours ago. "how'd i get so lucky?" he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"i don't know, but i'm hungry. mark and eth said they'd pay for our dinner tonight," samy jumped up, arm outstretched to grab will off the couch too.

"oh, goody. i'll take free food," the blonde grinned, following his girlfriend back out of the apartment to meet the guys.

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mitsua · 1 year ago

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Them as a love poem

Warnings: none Genre: fluff

Series: Obey me! SWD? Words' count: 0.30k

" To my dear and loving husband " by Anne Bradstreet

'Thy love is such I can no way repay;

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live, in love let's so

persever,

that when we live no more, we may live

ever.'

" Come on, and be my baby " by Maya Angelou

'The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast

And folks is smoking anything that'll burn

Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass

And you sit wondering

where you're going to turn

I got it.

Come. And be my baby.'

" Beautiful Signor " by Cyrus Cassells

'This is the endless wanderlust:

dervish,

yours is the April-upon-April love

that kept me spinning even beyond your eventful arms

toward the unsurpassed:

the one vast claiming heart,

the glimmering,

the beautiful and revealed Signor.'

" Love is a fire that burns unseen " by Luís Vaz de Camões

'Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting,'

" Love and Friendship " by Emily Brontë

'Love is like the wild rose-briar,

Friendship is like the holly-tree—

The olly dark when the rose-briar blooms

But which will bloom more constantly?'

" Sthandwa sami ( my beloved, isiZulu ) " by Yrsa Daley-Ward

'My thoughts about you are frightening but precise

I can see the house on the hill where we make our own vegetables out back

and drink warm wine out of jam jars

and sing songs in the kitchen until the sun comes up

you make me feel like myself again.'

" Love comes quietly " by Robert Creeley

'Love comes quietly,

finally, drops

about me, on me,

in the old ways.

What did I know

thinking myself

able to go

alone all the way.'

(Credit to the respective owners of the poems, picture and tagged anime characters.) ⌇ my navigation!

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bijouxcarys · 2 months ago

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𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝑶𝑪) - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

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A/N: This one's a little heavy, but I still hope you enjoy it. Please let me know your thoughts and whatnot, I love seeing what people think of my writing! Enjoy <3

CW/TW: mentions of child custody battles, violence towards women, manipulation, coercive and controlling behaviour, implications of weight control, overall angsty themes

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“Aw, c’mon!”

Downstairs in Roman’s lavish living room, Solo, Sami, and Jimmy nestled themselves in various states of distraction, each navigating their own form of ferment. The air was dense, both with anticipation and the lingering tension that felt woven into every fabric and texture in Roman’s house. The murmured bass from the meeting upstairs—Roman’s voice mixed with Paul’s and some suited attorney—filtered faintly through the walls, a reminder of the newly acquired stress of a custody battle waging over Roman’s life.

Sami leaned forward, practically melting into the couch, his face taut with focus as he mashed buttons on the controller in his hands. Jimmy, sprawled next to him, was equally invested in the game—a chaotic CoD shootout.

The redhead whined as he took a bullet, fidgeting and glancing sideways at Jimmy with that hopeful glint in his eye. Eager to spark camaraderie, a look of “am I doing this right?” clear as day.

Jimmy smirked, not even glancing up. “Bro, you gotta quit playin’ like that, you gonna embarrass yourself. Roman seein’ this, he’d take your controller ‘n toss it in the trash.”

Solo sat across from them, one arm hanging lazily over the armrest, his other hand curling rhythmically around a dumbbell, lifting and lowering it with methodical precision. His gaze was fixed somewhere beyond the living room, his face shadowed, lips pressed together. The dull clink of iron punctuated the silence whenever the video game noises faded out.

But something in Solo’s stance was tense, like an overstrung bow, giving him away. Jimmy’s laugh drifted through the room, but Solo’s brooding presence anchored everything back down. It was as if he were a fortress of restrained fury in the midst of his brother’s ease.

Sami picked up on it first, his eyes flicking over to Solo before glancing nervously back to Jimmy. “Solo, you okay, dawg? You’re looking like… I dunno, extra intense.”

Jimmy snorted, leaning back against the couch. “That’s his whole personality, Uce. Ain’t never caught him slippin’,” he teased, giving Solo a playful look. “Probably just sick of lookin’ at us.”

Solo’s eyes didn’t shift from his invisible point, but he let the dumbbell rest against his thigh. His voice was low, barely more than a grumble. “Sick of somethin’, alright.”

Half-relieved that Solo had even spoken, Sami let out a nervous chuckle. “You sick of all this…. Custody stuff, too? ‘Cause I don’t blame you—it seems like this Maria chick’s trying everything under the sun to make the Tribal Chief’s life hell.”

“Yeah…” Jimmy’s laughter was softer now, tinged with a hint of frustration. “You got no idea, man. She’s always been a headache, but this is somethin’ else. I mean, who the hell’s got the time and energy to drag out all this drama?”

The newest member of The Bloodline nodded furiously. “Right? And it’s not even about his daughter; it’s about control! She knows Roman’s got a soft spot when it comes to family, right? Like… she’s just using it like a weapon.”

Solo let out a bitter laugh. “Maria’s poison, straight up.” His eyes darkened. “Thing is, Roman knew that back then, and he didn’t care. Saw the face, saw all that… glamour, whatever you wanna call it, and that was it.”

“Bruh, she had him on lock,” Jimmy muttered, shaking his head. “Man was blind as hell. We all saw that shit. Remember that one time she threw a full-ass glass of wine at Uce durin’ dinner? Like… in front of all of us, DJ and the cousins included? And that was all ‘cause of what… he didn’t like the music she put on or some shit…”

“Yeah, he knew she was no good.” Solo shook his head. “But he let it slide. Let it all slide. As long as they got an ass to hold onto, they fiery, and they hot as fuck, he lets everythin’ slide…”

Jimmy smirked, catching on. “Oh, you mean… like Nate?”

A flicker of morbidity crossed Solo’s face. He dropped the dumbbell, the metal landing heavily on the floor. “Nah, don’t even say her name like that.”

His brother’s grin only widened. “Oh, what? You gettin’ soft on her? I mean, y’all got this… silence thing goin’ on wherever she’s ‘round. Somethin’ you ain’t tellin’ us?”

Solo’s jaw clenched, and a rare flash of annoyance shot across his face. He turned to Jimmy, his eyes cold and lifeless. “You really think I’d have a thing for that woman?”

Jimmy shrugged, unbothered, a sly smile on his face. “Hey, she got a vibe, y’know? Classy and all that… can’t say I don’t get it.”

“Not even close,” Solo’s expression twisted in disgust. “Y’all might be lookin’ at her and seein’ all that, but I see right through her.” He leaned forward, his voice low and seething. “Chief’s lettin’ her in. Gettin’ loose, like he’s lost his damn mind.”

Sami glanced between the two, his own brow furrowing. “Loose? You mean, like, he’s not on guard?”

Solo nodded slowly, crossing his arms. “Look around, Sami. Roman ain’t asked me to come along as backup when he goes see her anymore. Hell, last few times he’s gone out, he’s gone alone.”

The room got quiet, Sami and Jimmy staring at Solo, the weight of his words settling over him like a cold shadow. Jimmy’s smirk faded, replaced by a contemplative frown. “You think she’s playin’ him?”

Solo’s stare was unrelenting. “Think about it. The Volkovs, they out there, thinkin’ we took that shipment, right? They should be knockin’ our door down, throwin’ every threat they got. But they’re quiet. Real quiet. It don’t make sense.”

Jimmy scratched his chin, face falling pensive. “You might have a point. I mean… kinda weird they’re not pushin’ back at all lately.”

“Exactly… They got no fear ‘cause they think they got an insider. Nate’s too close, and Roman’s lettin’ it happen like he’s got nothin’ to worry about.”

There was a pause, and Jimmy’s frown shifted, softening just a little. “Look, I’m not sayin’ she’s perfect but… I dunno, Solo. She’s alright, far as I can tell.”

Solo’s glare was fierce. “You’re blind as fuck, too.”

“Nah, nah, hear me out,” Jimmy held up a hand defensively. “She’s smart, man. Knows her stuff, and she don’t say more than she has to. If I’m bein’ real, I think she might even be good for him to be around.”

Solo scoffed, rolling his eyes, but Jimmy continued undeterred. “Bruh, that time we clocked her at X? She didn’t miss a beat, ran that whole place like it was nothin’. Ain’t many people I’ve seen who can handle themselves like that. And, damn, bet she throws a hell of a party.”

Sami grinned. “Sounds like you’re more into her than Roman is.”

“What?” Jimmy leaned back, throwing a look over at the redhead. “I know you ain’t said what I think you just said, Uce, ‘cause I will whoop y–”

“No, no, no,” Sami shook his head. “I-I was playing with you, man, it’s all good…”

“Yeah, you damn right you just playin’, shit…” Jimmy looked up at the TV momentarily. “And Roman ain’t got a thing for her. He’s too busy dealin’ with all our dumbasses—”

“Ayo, got the grub, y’all!”

As if right on cue, Jey swaggered in, carrying a few grease-stained Waffle House bags like they were trophies from some grand hunting expedition. He waltzed into the space, humming a tune he’d half invented, half-lifted from something he probably heard on the radio weeks ago.

“Speakin’ of dumbasses…” Solo muttered.

“Comin’ in hot with them hash browns, somethin’ good to fill up all you skinny dudes,” he chanted, before pausing to look between Jimmy and Solo, “Well…” he looked at Sami, “Skinny dude.”

Jimmy clapped his hands together as he stood up from the couch. “Hell yeah, Uce, saving the day feedin’ the whole damn family.”

Sami glanced up from the controller in his hands, unsure if he was officially invited into this boisterous circle or if he should stay put. But Jey threw him a look—a glance that wasn’t fully trusting but not entirely dismissive either. It was a look that said, you’re here, so might as well join in.

Jey kept the momentum going as he headed to the kitchen, leading his brothers into the warm, open space. The smell of fried food drifted up as he began laying out the contents of the bags with exaggerated ceremony, as though he were serving a five-course meal rather than a medley of waffles, hash browns, and bacon. He wiggled his shoulders, making a show of each step, hyping up the feast like it was something holy.

“Ayy, check this out!” he pulled out a loaded waffle, glistening with butter and syrup that caught the dim light like gold. “Got that good stuff here, this for my lil’ big bro Solo—man don’t say much, but he’s eatin’ like he got the whole House in his stomach.”

Solo let the smallest hint of a smile tug at the edge of his mouth, accepting the food with a quiet nod, a contrast to Jey’s theatrical delivery.

“And here go them hash browns, double crispy, just like you like ‘em,” he sang, giving Jimmy a playful jab with his elbow.

Sami tried to ease into the scene, chuckling and glancing around, hands fumbling with uncertainty. He smiled up at him, trying to show his gratitude, but he still had that slightly wary look, as though he knew he was an outsider who hadn’t yet earned a full seat at the table. Jimmy nudged him, a simple acknowledgement that made Sami light up, even if he tried to keep it low-key.

Jey’s gaze flicked over to Sami, then to Jimmy, a little smirk playing at his lips as he continued, “And don’t worry, Honorary Uce—I got you too, little somethin’ for that empty stomach, but don’t go thinkin’ you earned the whole feast yet.” The words were teasing, but there was a softening in Jey’s tone that hadn’t been there before. Perhaps it was just his heightened mood, but either way, it was like the gap between “outsider” and “family” was beginning to close, though slowly, with some resistance.

“Hey, I’m just glad to get anything, man,” Sami laughed, accepting the food with an exaggerated, humble bow, adding, “You’re my hero, Jey, saviour of empty stomachs.”

“Damn right,” Jey said, grinning as he took a waffle for himself, eyeing it with the reverence of a man about to partake in something divine. “Don’t get no better than this. I’m ‘bout to throw down, y’all can catch me when I’m done…”

As Jey kept up his one-man show, still singing about his treasures from Waffle House and swaying to his own rhythm, Solo caught Jimmy’s eye. Without a word, he leaned in slightly, closer to his brother, letting Jey’s joviality roll on in the background.

“Just… think about what I said.” There was a weight in Solo’s voice that easily cut through the playful atmosphere like a hot knife.

Jimmy paused, brow furrowing, and looked at Solo with a flash of realisation that whatever Solo was feeling about Nate wasn’t just idle suspicion. It was like he was anchoring Jimmy with that simple statement, pushing him to take a harder look, to rethink whatever defences he’d offered up for Nate before. There was a seriousness in the enforcer’s eyes, something raw and instinctive, wrestling with an unshakable intuition. One he couldn’t easily put aside.

The Uso gave a quick nod, easing his expression. “Yeah, I will, Uce, I hear you…”

Even with his concerns aired, Solo still felt unease gnawing at him from the inside as the kitchen fell into a quieter hum, the sounds of forks scraping plates and soft chewing doing little to ease it. Whilst the smell of waffles and syrup lingered sweetly in the air, the taste of caution lingered longer for Solo, settling on his tongue like something bitter, something he’d just as soon spit out.

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Paul cleared his throat, leaning forward with a folder open in front of him. “So, here’s where we stand. Ms Larusso filed in Florida, where, for better or worse, the courts aren’t looking at your reputation favourably. They’ve accepted her jurisdiction argument—that since she and Ava live there, the case should stay there.”

Upstairs, Roman sat behind his desk with the Wiseman to his right, eyeing his employer with the caution of knowing his temper could shift at any moment. Across from them sat Miriam Jacobs, a razor-sharp attorney with a string of courtroom victories behind her. Roman’s face was tight as he stared down at the thinly stacked folder of papers in front of him.

For all the influence in New York, this battle for Ava was shaping up to be as unfamiliar as it was enraging.

“So, that puts me on the defensive,” Roman muttered, narrowing his eyes. “Miles from home and with nothing goin’ my way?”

“Not exactly,” Miriam said calmly, smoothing a page between her hands. “But this will be an uphill climb. Florida doesn’t see you as the dominant parent. New York courts might, given the resources you can provide, but down there, the burden of proof will be on us to show that Ava would be better off here, in your care.”

Roman let out a slow breath, his frustration curling around every exhale. He’d expected Maria to put up a fight, but being forced to play by someone else’s rules wasn’t something he was used to. “So, what’s our first step? And don’t hold back on specifics—I wanna know exactly what I’m walkin’ into.”

Miriam met his gaze with a steady professionalism. “The first hurdle is the temporary custody hearing. Judges are wary of making drastic changes before they’ve reviewed the full scope of a case, so there’s a good chance they’ll lean toward keeping Ava in her mother’s care, at least until a more comprehensive hearing can take place. We’re going to need to approach this strategically.”

His hands tightened into fists on the desk, and Paul cast him a warning glance not to lose his shit. “Sir, the court will need to see that Ava having… restricted contact with you, her father, will… shall we say mitigate unnecessary disruption.”

“Disruption?” Roman bit. “Ava’s my daughter. Me being around her doesn’t disrupt shit. In fact, her being around me, here, would protect her.”

Miriam gave a sympathetic nod, choosing her words wisely. “Understood. But keep in mind, Mr Reigns, this is how family courts operate. They’ll weigh things conservatively to avoid making waves. We need to present you as a steady and irreplaceable force in her life, and to do that, we have to provide tangible proof that Ava’s wellbeing is enhanced by your influence.”

Roman’s frustration simmered, but he forced himself to focus. The idea that he had to prove his worth as Ava’s father felt ludicrous, but any misstep would be fatal at this point. He’d come to play by their rules if that’s what it took to win.

“So, what, we build a case to show I’ve been a steady part of her life? What do we need for that?” Despite keeping his composure, both Paul and Miriam could feel the crackling intensity beneath it.

“First, we need records,” she replied. “Proof that you’ve provided for Ava financially is critical, but we also need proof of consistent involvement—holidays, birthdays, school events, medical care. Anything that places you as a prominent figure in her day-to-day life. If Ms Larusso claims she’s been the primary caretaker, we need to counter that image with specific examples of your involvement.”

Shit.

Paul chimed in, “You’ll need statements from anyone who’s seen you with Ava—family, friends, even the sitters she’s had over the years. They can testify to your role in her life, show the judge that you’re more than just a distant provider.”

Roman nodded, rubbing at his forehead. He’d never imagined that his love for Ava, something so innate and private, would one day need to be laid bare and scrutinised. But if it would tip the scales in his favour, he’d give them every memory, every moment that proved his devotion.

Miriam continued, “This initial hearing will be about framing, setting a tone that you’re an active, caring father with a stable life in New York. While we build this, it’s important to emphasise how much you can provide for her. The judge will want to see that you’re a source of stability—someone who can offer Ava more than Ms Larusso can in Florida.”

“And how do we make that stick?”

“Stability,” she repeated. “Your home, your resources, her access to private schools here, safety, her general quality of life. That’s our foundation. But we have to make sure we don’t push too hard. It might backfire, might make it seem like we’re trying to undermine Ms Larusso.”

Roman exhaled sharply, rolling his neck and shoulders. The notion of playing nice grated harshly against his instincts, but he understood. This was about creating a case the judge would favour, not about bulldozing Maria. Even though he wanted nothing more than for everyone to see just what the toxic witch was capable of…

“And… what happens if they ain’t convinced?” he asked, focusing on his balled up fists on the desk.

“Then Ava stays in Florida under Ms Larusso’s temporary custody,” Miriam replied without hesitation. “But we’ll keep building for a final hearing. If we can show that she’d be better off living here with you, it’ll be difficult for them to counter that in a long-term custody evaluation.”

“It’s a chess game, Sir,” Paul added. “We’ll keep making moves to ensure that your connection to Ava is clear and undeniable, and that’ll give you the foundation you need.”

“Alright… So we keep everything clean,” Roman laid out, almost as though he was trying to drill it into his own skull. “I’ll get the records… start gathering people who can back me up…”

Paul nodded approvingly, and Miriam gave a tight, reassuring smile. “Remember, this is just the first play. We focus on the essentials, stay focused on making you look as grounded and stable as possible, and we shouldn’t have to worry too much about a second.”

Roman nodded, lips tugging grimly. It wasn’t the strategy he’d have chosen, but for Ava, his little girl, the light of his life? There was nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice. He’d adjust, adapt, do whatever it took. They could hold their hearing, throw him into this system he despised, make him jump through hoops if that’s what they wanted. In the end, he would come out on top. He always did.

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She’d rather have been in a maximum security prison than where she was at that moment.

Nate sat on the edge of the leather couch in her father’s office, hands clenched on her knees, her leg bouncing uncontrollably, the only outward sign of the rolling anger and helplessness she fought to keep in check. Across from her, Katya sat quietly, perched on the edge of a small chair, her wide, innocent blue eyes darting between her father, who stood behind his desk like a general preparing orders, and Alexei, whose sneer seemed to cut through her like a blade.

Dimitri’s eyes fell on Katya as he spoke, his voice calm, measured, and entirely devoid of warmth. “In February, Yekaterina… You will wed Alexei. Preparations will begin immediately.”

Katya’s lips parted slightly, her faze frozen in a look of confusion that twisted quickly into despair. “Papa… February? I… I thought I was supposed to finish college… first…” Her voice faltered as Dimitri’s cold gaze pinned her back into silence.

Alexei smirked, sitting back in his chair with an arrogant sprawl, the kind that only a man like him—one who had never known doubt or failure—could pull off. His voice slithered through the room, each word a lash of disdain. “It will be a fine match, Katerina.” He turned to Dimitri. “It is good to follow the old traditions, Mitya. Keep the women in line.”

Boris gave a soft chuckle from his place on the couch beside Nate, sliding closer as if his presence would be comforting. “It is good that the young ones learn their place,” he murmured, his hand finding her thigh. Nate’s muscles tensed at his touch, but she stayed still—perhaps too still as her jaw locked and her gaze drilled holes into the carpet as she tried her hardest to hold her fury in check.

Katya’s face crumbled, her hope dissipating like smoke. “But Papa, please…” She looked at him, almost like a child begging for a reprieve. “This… it isn’t right. I don’t even know him that well, not like… like that.” Her voice wavered, and her gaze darted to Nate, a silent plea that only her sister would recognise, hidden in the way her shoulders slumped and her fingers twisted nervously.

Dimitri’s response was a harsh laugh. “Know him?” he echoed. “What do you need to know, Katerina? You will know what I have arranged for you to know. Alexei is a man, strong and powerful, as a husband should be. Your place is not to question, but to accept.”

Ivan and Sergei nodded along, coldly agreeing with their older brother. Dimitri was more than happy to adhere to traditions his father, and his father before him, lived by, no matter how much it ripped at the soul of his youngest daughter. Katya looked around the room, desperate for any sign of compassion. Her eyes lingered on Nate, searching for the strength she’d always seen in her older sister, the one person who’d never let her down. But what could Nate do? They were all trapped in Dimitri’s iron rule.

Alexei leaned forward, looking down at Katya, sharp and assessing, like she was a prized cow up for auction. “Besides,” he assed, “Obedience is what I expect in a wife. I am not like these… Westerners, letting women roam as they please. A real man does not tolerate disobedience.” His lip curled. “Do you understand me, malen’kaya devochka?”

She flinched, but eventually nodded. Cheeks stained red with humiliation.

And then Dimitri’s voice took on a new note, an unsettling one, as he leaned back and reached below his desk. With deliberate, almost cruel slowness, he pulled out an old-fashioned scale and set it on the floor before him. “Stand up,” he ordered Katya.

Hesitating, Katya glanced around as though hoping this might be some mistake. But everyone’s eyes were glued to her, even Alexei’s. Slowly, as if she were in a dream, Katya rose and moved toward the scale, casting a nervous glance up at her father. Nate’s heart wrenched, memories of her own years under that same merciless scrutiny flooding back with brutal clarity.

How many times had she stood there herself, willing herself to be lighter, smaller… good enough?

Years consisted of being paraded before this same scale, her own father’s critical eyes scanning every inch of her, picking apart anything he deemed imperfect. She couldn’t even remember the taste of her favourite foods anymore.

Dimitri leaned over as Katya steadied herself on the scales, peering at the dial with a frown as the numbers blinked beneath her feet. “Good,” he nodded. “You’ve kept yourself well. Continue as you are, no more, no less.” He gestured dismissively for her to step off, his approval as hollow as a gust of wind.

Boris’ hand slid a bit higher on Nate’s thigh, his fingers pressing down just enough to remind her of the years she’d spent doing the same thing, only for completely different reasons. “Relax,” he whispered. “This is for the best. She’s making a fine match. Why should you care?”

Nate shot him a look that could have shattered glass. “Get your hand off me,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice low enough to keep it from carrying across to the others.

He chuckled, but obeyed, settling back with an amused smile. “So fiery,” he mocked. “And yet so helpless.”

Across the room, Katya was pleading again, her voice cracking with a desperation that only seemed to tickle Alexei’s ego. “Papa, please, I don’t want to do this,” she whispered, barely able to look her father in the eye. “I don’t… don’t love him…”

Dimitri’s face hardened. “Love? This isn’t about love, Katerina… It’s about legacy. Family. You will do what it takes to maintain that, as will your children, and their children after. Love… is a disease, a distraction. You do not need it. You need strength, obedience, respect for tradition.”

“Da,” Alexei agreed, “A husband creates the wife. You will learn to love as I see fit.” He gave her a once-over, leering in a way that had Nate wanting to lunge across the room and claw his eyes out. “And you will thank me for it.”

All the while, Dimitri had shifted his attention over to Nate, taking in her stiff posture and barely concealed fury. “Is there something you wish to add, Natalka?”

Nate met his gaze reluctantly, swallowing the anger that threatened to spill over. “Nyet, Papa,” she replied. “Nothing at all.”

He held her gaze for a moment longer, as if searching for any hint of defiance, then nodded, satisfied. “Good. Remember that silence and obedience are virtues, especially for the women of this family.”

Katya looked at Nate, another flicker of hope in the depths of her orbs. But the machine had been set in motion, and any attempt from anyone to stop it would only end in ruin.

Alexei reached out, his hand closing over Katya’s shoulder with a possessive grip. “Come,” he gave her a squeeze, “It’s time you learn what’s expected of you.”

Nate, as much as it pained her, couldn’t look her sister in the eye as she recoiled in defeat and followed Alexei out of the room. Like she was walking to her own execution. When the door closed behind them, the office fell into an eerie silence. The only sound being the steady ticking of the old-school clock hanging on the wall. An ominous rhythm.

Dimitri stood by his desk, his expression unreadable as he scanned the faces of his most trusted men. But he stopped at Nate, observing her again, trying to read her, seeking out the hidden emotion behind her impassive facade.

Finally, he waved his hand, dismissing Boris, Sergei, and Ivan. “You may go,” he said, snapping them to attention. They left without hesitation, though Boris gave Nate one last look, a small smirk tugging at his lips before he disappeared along with Ivan and Sergei.

When the door clicked shut, Dimitri turned his full attention to Nate, his eyes narrowing as she stood to pace, a glint of suspicion sparking within them. He took a slow step toward her, eyeing her like a hunter on prey daring to challenge authority.

“Stand there if you like, Natalka,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. “In that defiant way you think suits you. But do you know what I see?”

She stayed silent, her eyes fixed on a point just past his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tiny tremor at the corner of her mouth.

“You think this is strength,” he continued, prowling closer, hissing through his words. “But all I see is slabost’... weakness. A hollow shell where my daughter used to be.”

A flicker of something hot and raw sparked in her chest, but she swallowed it down. He studied her face with disdain. “What happened to you, dorogoy?” he asked through an acidic mockery. “You were once proud, sharp, disciplined. I saw myself in you. But now… you disappoint me.” He gave a small, contemptuous laugh. “And disappointment is something I have no tolerance for.”

Nate dropped her gaze, the sharp sting of his words pressing against her. Each one burnt into her skin a little harsher, fraying the veneer she’d worked so hard to build.

“You’ll be… nothing… but a burden… to any man,” he went on, his voice becoming progressively more venomous with each word. “Too fragile. Too…” he scoffed, curling his lip, “Emotional. And I see where that pathetic softness comes from.”

He let the sentence hang in the air, his silence more damning than any words could be. The implication was clear: her mother. Her failure. Nate’s throat tightened, a dull ache spreading through her chest. She looked away, her eyes glazing as she willed herself to remain unmoved.

Dimitri instantly sensed the tiny crack forming in his daughter’s carefully composed exterior. “Slezy?” he sneered, his voice soft yet brimming with anything but. “Are those tears in my daughter’s eyes?” He laughed, the sound harsh and grating, resonating through the stillness around them like shattered glass. “How revolting… I raised you better than this, but here you stand—useless, weak. You are becoming more like your mother every day.”

Again. Her mother. Again. The pain that had already infiltrated her heart just intensified. It was just too much. Memories cut through her defences like the edge of a blade. Her cheeks were wet with silent tears, spilling down in a quiet rebellion against her will.

“You dare show me this? This… pathetic display?” he asked, stepping as close to her as he could get without actually touching her. “You think I need a successor who cries at the first insult, who breaks at the mere mention of weakn—”

“Stop!” she snapped sharply, the words flying out before she could even start to stop them. “I never wanted it to be like this!”

Dimitri’s jaw tightened, but she pushed on in a rush, as though the quicker she poured her heart out, the quicker her punishment would end. “I don’t know who I am anymore, dad! You’ve taken everything from me, every hope, every dream, and for what? You’re taking Katya’s life from her, and you don’t even see it!”

“Enough,” Dimitri quietly demanded.

“No, it isn’t enough!” she cried, her voice pitching up in a fractured shout, raw with years of suppressed fury. “I have had enough of worrying about everything 24/7, worrying about if I am being the person you want me to be, marrying Boris, going along with all that, do you not understand how exhausting it is? How maybe the thought of being tied to someone as pathetic as that man is killing me from the inside out? I am my own person, and I will not b–”

The sharp crack of his hand across her cheek sliced through the air, cutting her words short. The room held its breath, silence heavy and suffocating as Nate staggered back, hand flying to her face. The sting of the blow radiating out in a searing line of pain. A metallic tang of blood filled her mouth, bitter and unmistakable as her lip sliced open against her teeth.

For a moment, she couldn’t move, her mind struggling to process the shock, the violation. The years of control, the careful obedience—all shattered in that one brutal slap, reducing her to nothing more than the scared, silenced girl she’d been all those years ago.

Dimitri’s voice was a low growl as he looked down at her, unfeeling. “You will never speak to me like that again, Natalka. Vy ponimayete?”

But she couldn’t answer him, the words trapped in her throat. She wanted to scream, to shout, to claw at him, to make him feel an ounce of the pain he’d inflicted on her, but all she could do was stand there, her eyes filled with a fury that burned hotter than anything she’d ever felt before.

Her lack of a response wasn’t sufficient enough for Dimitri Volkov. And his next words killed her.

“Leave, then,” he spat. “Run from your family, abandon your sister. But know this… if you walk away, you will lose everything. All the money, all the security… You know I will show no mercy to traitors, Natalka, no more than I will show the likes of Roman Reigns. You will be nothing… and you will die alone.”

It was the finality. The be-all-end-all in the words that stole the breath from her. And she knew he meant every fucking word. If she dared defy him, if she left, he would make sure she never saw Katya again, that her little sister would be fed lies about how she’d been betrayed. Nate would simply become another nameless casualty in his ruthless world.

With one last look of contempt, he straightened, turning away, dismissing her as though she were nothing but an inconvenience spilled on the floor of his office, a mistake he itched to erase. And Nate didn’t even wait for another word. She simply turned on her heel, making a swift exit as she grasped at the onslaught of emotions filling her to the brim; anger, pain, a bitter resolve that simmered beneath the very surface of her being.

She wouldn’t leave—not yet. There was still something left for her with the Volkovs, whether she liked it or not. But she could feel herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of destruction and complete rebellion.

And one day, she knew she would fall.

Nate descended the stairs, her cheek still burning, the anger still burning from her father’s slap, only for the unmistakable rumble of voices to pierce her simmering thoughts. She stopped, catching the edge of Boris’ voice—low, goading, unmistakably his.

And then she heard a softer, nervous tone she would recognise anywhere. Katya.

The sound of her sister’s name alone had Nate’s muscles tightening. As Boris’ voice grew sharper, Nate bolted down the stairs, each step like the ticking seconds of a fuse about to explode. She reached the living room door, breath short and pulse pounding, catching the end of Boris’ latest insistence.

“Katya,” he said, his tone almost mockingly warm, as if reasoning with a child. “Alexei has earned his place in this family. You marrying him only makes sense. Can’t you see that?”

“But I… I don’t… I hardly know him,” Katya’s voice wavered, that nervous, pleading edge stoking something raw and protective in Nate.

Alexei stepped forward then, with a syrupy imitation of concern, talked down to the smaller blonde. “You’ll come to know me.” His eyes raked over Katya. “It’s better for your future, kukla.”

“Exactly,” Boris cut in harshly, “It’s not about what you want; it’s about what’s best for you, what keeps you safe. And that,” he pointed at Alexei with a firm nod, “Is him. You will marry Alexei, and the sooner you accept it, the easier things will be.”

Nate’s stomach churned as she crept toward the doorway, catching her first glimpse of the scene. There stood Katya, her arms wrapped protectively around herself, her face pale but with a small hint of defiance—or an attempt of something like defiance. Katya had always been more like their mother in that way; easily swayed, susceptible to peer pressure. Nate, on the other hand… She had more of Dimitri in her than she cared to admit.

Beside Boris loomed Alexei, his hands tucked into his pockets, casting a smug smile down at the youngest Volkov.

“B-but I… Don’t understand,” Katya trembled, “I-I don’t lov–”

“Love grows, kukla. Doesn’t it?” Alexei asked, glancing at Boris, who nodded approvingly.

Boris pressed forward, his voice a simmering threat under the guise of wisdom. “Love has nothing to do with any of this, Katerina. Like Mitya said… it’s survival. Security. A future.” He stepped closer to her, towering over her like a foreboding cloud. “Don’t fight it. Do you not understand the consequences of saying no?”

Nate’s brows narrowed, feeling her mouth tug into a snarl. She knew this game, knew exactly how Boris manipulated, how he painted terror as logic and control as safety. He’d tried it on Nate countless times.

“Or maybe,” Boris murmured, “You’re afraid… Are you afraid, Katya? Of what? A life without us, without security?” He lifted his hand to her face, fingertips gingerly grazing the soft skin of her cheek as her blue eyes blew wide, and she paled.

But it was when he took a firm grip of her chin that Nate had seen enough.

With a speed and ferocity that shocked even herself, she strode into the room, closing the distance in seconds. Before Boris could react, she’d seized him by his collar, yanking him away from Katya and slamming him against the stone mantel of the fireplace, her forearm pressed hard against his throat.

“It’s like you’re fucking asking for it,” she hissed, pressing him back harder. The fucker winced and his eyes widened at the sudden surge of energy bestowed upon him.

Katya gasped, and Alexei was wise enough to step back, the permanent smirk on his face quickly fading.

“Nate…” Katya whispered, though she wasn’t sure what she was pleading for. It wasn’t like Boris didn’t deserve it…

“I knew you were stupid, ty malen’kaya suchka,” Nate spat, hoping that every miniscule spray of her words hit him with the intensity of black mamba venom. “But did you really think I’d stand there and watch you try and manipulate, intimidate my fucking sister?”

Boris tried to appear unbothered; his eyes narrowed down at her but for all his “strength,” he couldn’t hide the flicker of trepidation behind them. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nate’s hold switched to the searing grip of her hand around his throat, her nails digging painfully into his skin before he could utter a word.

“I swear,” she continued with her razor-sharp tone, “If you so much as lay a finger on her again—if you even breathe near her with anything but the utmost respect—I’ll break every fucking finger, bust your kneecaps, and rip out your fucking teeth.”

A dark smile tugged at her lips as she leaned in closer, dropping to a whisper only he could hear. “I’m not afraid of you, Borislav… Never was, and I never will be. Vy ponimayete?”

Boris’ mouth twisted into a bitter sneer, but he gave a curt nod, the defiance in his gaze fading beneath the steely force of her scolding. She slowly let him go, stepping back, holding eye contact with him as he coughed, hand moving to his throat. Face flushed with a humiliation that satisfied Nate for the time being.

“You’ve gone too far this time, Natalka,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and bitter. “You never learn your place.”

“My place?” she shot back. “My place is wherever Katya is, keeping her safe from men like you. That is my concern, Borislav. Not you, not that piece of shit over there,” she gestured towards Alexei. “And certainly not some fucked up idea of loyalty.”

“When did you decide this was up to you?” Alexei butted in, clearly too stupid to keep his mouth shut. At least, for once, Boris wasn’t the dumbest person in the room.

“I didn’t ask for you to speak to me, bitch,” Nate rallied without giving Alexei the respect of even a glance.

Alexei huffed, audibly cracking his knuckles as he shuffled on his feet. “Ne mogu poverit’, chto zhenschina tak obo mne govorit…”

Nate’s head snapped in his direction. “And this woman will continue to speak to you like this if you continue to prey on my sister like you have been doing since you came back into our lives. And I promise you, Alexei…” She took a deep breath. “You are sorely… sorely mistaken if you think I’m ever going to allow someone like you marry someone like her.”

The man across from her didn’t budge. In fact, he actually moved closer to Nate. Squaring up to her. Puffing his chest, peering down at her like she was nothing but a subject.

“You think you can protect her forever?” Alexei asked.

“I know I’ll do what I can to keep her away from bottom-of-the-barrel scumbags.”

Something switched in his expression. Beyond irritated. Alexei was… ready to fight. The vein in his neck pulsed as his fists clenched at his sides. It was… humorous to Nate. Hence the little laugh that she couldn’t stifle enough to hold back.

“What are you gonna do, Alexei?” she asked, raising both her eyebrows, before whispering, “You gonna hit me?” At his non-response, she bit down on her lip to stop a cackle this time, folding her arms. “Really? Fuck, you really are an idiot…”

“Natalk–”

“No, Boris,” Nate held her hand up. “It’s actually funny to me… You wanna know something?” she asked Alexei. “Despite my rather contentious and unpredictable relationship with my father… not even he would tolerate such a little excuse of a man… laying a hand on his daughter.”

She watched the hesitation flicker over Alexei’s features before smirking.

“Just think about that, sweetheart,” she chided, mocking him. “So… back the fuck off me. And stay away from my sister.”

Behind her, Katya approached, gingerly reaching out to gently grab at her hand and tug her back. “Nate… come on, let’s go.” The tender chime of her voice brought Nate back down from whatever rage-fuelled rampage she was heading toward. Katya’s soft, manicured hand gripped onto her desperately. “Please, let’s just go…”

Nate ran her tongue over her teeth, still shooting daggers into Alexei and Boris as she took a couple of steps back.

“You can’t be everywhere, Natalka,” Boris said, standing beside Alexei. “You can’t stop what’s already in motion… You are marrying me. And Katerina is marrying Alexei. There’s nothing you can do about it, detka.”

Nate could feel the twitch in her cheek as she practically snarled at the two men in front of her, mainly focusing her disdain on Alexei. “We’ll see…” she replied with a deadly quiet timbre, filled with a certainty that left no room for argument.

With one last, contemptuous glance, Nate turned with Katya’s hand in hers, leading her toward the door. Boris’ gaze burned into her back, but she couldn’t care less. The only thing that mattered to her was the girl at her side, the girl who needed her protection more than ever.

As they left the room, she felt Katya’s hand tighten around hers, a silent thank you, a lifeline in the storm that loomed to engulf them both. She only let go of her hand as they both made their way up the staircase in the foyer. Nate moved quickly, glancing back a couple times to see her sister trailing close behind, head bowed, arms wrapped protectively around herself.

Reaching her bedroom, Nate paused, unlocking the door—a privilege she’d fought tooth and nail for. For years, Dimitri had insisted on leaving the door open, a reminder of his omnipresence, of the ways his authority bled through every corner of this house. To him, a locked door meant secrets, and secrets meant betrayal. But after months of relentless persuasion, and only after demonstrating her own dedication to family loyalty, he’d finally granted her this one, simple piece of sanctuary.

She gestured for Katya to step inside, closing the door softly behind them and sliding the lock into place. It was a small sound, but one that held the weight of a hundred unspoken promises: safety, even if only within these four walls.

Katya moved slowly to the centre of the room, her delicate frame outlined against the warm shadows cast by the dim light. She looked so young, standing there with that lost expression, her wide eyes sweeping the room as if looking for something to ground her, to cling to.

“Nate…” Katya’s voice broke the silence, soft and tremulous. “What’s going to happen? I can’t… I can’t marry him. I just… I can’t.”

Nate crossed the room and reached for her sister’s hands, pulling her close. She guided her to the bed, settling them both down, and without a word, wrapped her arms around Katya, pressing her to her chest. The memory was so immediate, so vivid; she was fifteen again, cradling an eight-year-old Katya in the dead of night, soothing her after one of their parents’ late-night fights. Back then, her words were filled with soft lies about everything being alright, whispering the reassurances she barely believed herself.

“Shh,” Nate murmured, stroking her hair as she felt the subtle shudders of Katya’s breathing, so fragile, like a sparrow beneath her hands. “I won’t let it happen. You’re safe here with me.”

Katya’s breath hitched, and a sob escaped, unbidden and raw. “It’s too much, Nate… I’m scared. I don’t want this, any of it.”

Nate held her tighter, the weight of her sister’s fear settling into her bones. She swallowed hard, memories of another time rising unbidden, the night their mother had left town for several days, leaving them to find for themselves under the rigid, watchful eye of Sergei and their father. Katya had been so young then, confused and frightened, begging Nate to tell her when their mother would be back. And now, here they were, years later, in a world more ruthless and unforgiving than she’d ever imagined.

“Remember when Mum went away for a few days?” she asked Katya. “And we had to stay with Uncle Sergei? You cried every night, said you hated it here.” She tried to chuckle, though it caught in her throat, sounding more like a broken sigh. “You hid behind me every time he was around. I don’t think you slept once.” She looked down at her. “It’s like that… We just have to push on to the other side.”

Katya gave a feeble nod, her fingers clinging to the fabric of Nate’s shirt. “I remember. I remember wishing so badly that she’d just come back.” She looked at Nate and gave a rueful laugh. “But this isn’t anything like that. Because Mum isn’t here. And she’s never coming back.”

Sucking in a breath, the words hit Nate deep in her soul. It was a grim truth. A truth neither of them spoke much about to each other.

“I know… but it doesn’t mean you’re alone. Because I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

Katya sniffled, pulling back just enough to look at her, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “But what if… what if he forces me? What if I really have no choice?”

Nate reached out, cupping her sister’s face in her hands, thumbs brushing gently over Katya’s cheeks. Her expression hardened a little, a vow written in the lines of her face. “Listen to me, Katya. You will never have to marry that man. I will tear down every wall, defy every order, before I let anyone make you do something against your will. Boris, Alexei, Dad—they can try to control us, but I will not let any one of them lay a hand on you. You’re worth more than that. You are everything, do you understand me?”

Katya’s face crumbled, her composure shattering as she buried her face in Nate’s shoulder, her soft, shuddering breaths sending a pang through Nate’s chest. She wrapped her arms around her once more, cradling her with a tenderness that belied the savagery simmering just beneath her skin. In this moment, Katya was more than just her sister—she was the last untainted piece of Nate’s heart, the one thing in this twisted world that still felt pure, still felt worth protecting.

“I’m so tired, Nate,” Katya whispered. “I just want it all to go away. Just… Want it all to disappear.”

Nate’s throat tightened, and she fought back the urge to let her own tears fall. “Look at me…” She searched her sister’s bright blue eyes once she looked at her. “I promise. You will never have to marry him.”

“How can you promise that? You can’t stop them… can you?”

Nate gave her a small, reassuring smile. “Let me worry about that. All you need to do is trust me. Do you trust me?”

Katya nodded, her lips pressed tightly together, as though trying to keep her emotions from spilling over further. “Yes,” she squeaked out. “I do.”

“Good. You just keep being you. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep that bastard away.”

They sat in silence for a while, the quiet filling the room like a balm, soothing the jagged edges of their nerves. Outside, the house creaked with the sounds of footsteps and muffled voices, but here, within the locked walls of Nate’s room, they were safe.

Katya lifted her head again, her eyes puffy, but betraying a softer, more hopeful twinkle. “You mean it?”

“More than anything,” Nate nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from Katya’s face. “I’d give my life to keep you safe, Katty.”

A faint smile flickered across the youngest Volkov’s lips and she reached up, placing a hand over Nate’s. “I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

“And you’ll never have to find out,” Nate replied sternly. “As long as I’m breathing, you will never be alone. And you’ll never be forced into something you don’t want. I’ll make sure of it.”

She pressed a gentle kiss to her sister’s forehead, a silent vow lingering in the air, heavy and unbreakable. She could feel Katya relax, her breathing evening out, her body growing heavier as the weight of fear and exhaustion began to release its grip. For the first time that night, Nate allowed herself to believe it, to imagine a world where they could be free—just the two of them, unburdened by the warped loyalties and oppressive shadows that haunted their family.

“Ya lyublyu tebya, Yekaternia… Vsegda.”

As Katya drifted into a fitful sleep, curled in Nate’s arms like she had been as a child, Nate stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with the promises she’d made, the lengths she’d go to in order to keep them. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for her sister, nothing she wouldn’t sacrifice.

Including herself.

TRANSLATIONS: Ty malen’kaya suchka - “You little bitch.” Ne mogu poverit’, chto zhenshchina tak obo mne govorit - “Can’t believe a woman is speaking to me like this.” Ya lyublyu tebya, Yekaterina… Vsegda - “I love you, Katerina… Always.”

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