#shawn x taker

[kliqrulez]

Something I made and never got around to posting it.

FYI I was gonna put Bret in this (instead of taker) but I couldn’t find a good clip of him and Shawn 🥲😭

Anyways… here it is…

[take-taker-taken]

Hey there! Asking for a fic Undertaker/ Shawn Michaels.

Celebrating a milestone: birthday, anniversary, official retirement, etc.

Xoxo

Hey, look @theundertakeriscoming - I finally finished your ask! Have some lovely fluff ☺️

Anniversary Surprises

The bed is moving and Taker frowns as it stirs him from sleep. Why is the bed moving? He cautiously cracks one eye open and the outline of his husband fills his vision. As he comes fully awake he becomes aware of Shawn’s gentle weight across his hips as the blonde straddles him and he rubs a hand across his eyes.

“Good morning, sleepy head! Rise and shine!” Shawn grins and then drops down on to all fours, catching himself on his hands before dropping a kiss on to the tip of Taker’s nose.

“What time is it?” Taker mumbles, reaching out to grope around on the bedside cabinet for his watch.

“Just after six,” comes the reply and then Shawn bounces in position like an excited puppy. “I didn’t want to waste a single hour of today.”

Taker frowns, letting his watch drop back on to the cabinet. “Why? What’s today?”

Shawn’s grin doesn’t falter as he chirpily replies, “Our anniversary, silly!”

The bigger man feels a cold chill race down his spine and his brain goes into instant overdrive. Anniversary? Today?

“I mean, not our anniversary anniversary,” Shawn adds, seeing Taker’s look of consternation. “But it’s the anniversary of our first date and that’s worth celebrating, right?”

Taker breathes a quiet sigh of relief as he smiles and stretches. “Sure; what did you have in mind?”

Shawn gives him a cheeky wink before tumbling off and diving beneath the covers. “This, for starters,” comes his muffled reply and Taker smiles again as he feels the blonde’s lips against his thigh.

“No arguments here,” he mutters quietly, settling one hand behind his head and snaking the other one down to find Shawn where it soon meets the waistband of his sweats and he rubs his thumb in lazy circles on the golden skin.

Half an hour later he’s still laying there, fairly sure that Shawn has managed to suck his brains out through his dick. The blonde is sprawled across his chest, lazily tracing the tattoos on his right arm with one finger. Sensing impatience will not be long in surfacing, Taker plants a kiss on to the golden locks.

“I need to go shower - got any other plans for today?”

Shawn grins and nods. “Absolutely. Go get your shower and I’ll head downstairs and start breakfast.” As if on cue, Taker’s stomach growls and the blonde giggles as he’s dragged up and has a kiss planted on his forehead.

“I’ll be down in 15 minutes,” Taker says, untangling his legs from the covers.

Shawn sees the bigger man off to the bathroom with a slap to his ass, quickly jumping out of the way of retaliation and then heads downstairs.

When Taker wanders into the kitchen 20 minutes later dressed in his own sweats and a t-shirt, he’s greeted by a bare-chested Shawn wearing a tall, white chef’s hat embroidered with ‘Chef Michaels’. It had been a joke gift that Taker had given him not long after they got together and he’s secretly pleased that Shawn kept it.

“Is there any coffee?” Taker asks as he wanders over and slips his arms around the blonde who’s busy whisking eggs in a bowl.

“Fresh pot just brewed,” Shawn replies, tilting his head back against Taker’s shoulder so that he can claim a kiss. “Pour me some, too?”

Taker kisses him again and then relinquishes his hold in favour of caffeine as he fixes them both a cup and adds the usual dash of cream to Shawn’s.

“So, what made you decide that the anniversary of our first date needed celebrating?” Taker asks as he returns to the stove and snags a piece of bacon from the pan. He crunches on it as he sits down at the table with his coffee, making an appreciative noise as the salty tang fills his senses.

Shawn tips the egg mixture into the pan and then turns around. “Nothing in particular; it just occurred to me that we’ve come a long way since that first date. If you’d never asked me, then who knows where we’d both be - I’d never have been brave enough to make the first move.”

Taker smiles; that’s just the kind of admission so typical of his husband. Everyone always assumes that he’s loud, brash and outgoing when in reality he’s anything but.

“Well, I couldn’t risk anyone else moving in on my blue-eyed boy now, could I?”

Shawn ducks his head and actually blushes which makes Taker chuckle quietly. “Guess not,” he replies and turns back momentarily to check the food.

“We having pancakes, too?” Taker asks, and Shawn looks over his shoulder and nods.

“Keeping ‘em warm,” he replies and indicates the oven.

Within five more minutes they’re both piling their plates high and eating in companionable silence and then Taker retrieves the coffee pot and they finish it between them before filling the dishwasher.

“Figured we’d go fishing when we’ve cleaned up here,” Shawn says and Taker turns to him with a smile.

“That’d be perfect - I’ll go pack the rods.”

“Already done,” Shawn replies and Taker pulls him into a hug.

“You really did plan all this out, huh?”

Shawn smiles up at him, standing on tiptoes to kiss him softly. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not one bit,” Taker says as he smooths Shawn’s hair back out of his eyes.

An hour or so later they’re sat in the boat, pressed close together in a secluded spot. They remain in silence for the most part, just quietly swapping stories of days and adventures gone by as the mood takes them. Shawn rests his head on Taker’s shoulder and closes his eyes with a smile as he enjoys the closeness and for the millionth time or more thanks his lucky stars that the big guy chose him. The sudden vibration down the line startles him and then there’s the momentary excitement of reeling in the catch and tossing it into the bucket. Taker’s catch follows swiftly behind and then over the next hour a few more.

Taker gazes into the bucket and then looks back up at Shawn. “Time to throw ‘em back?”

“We could,” Shawn agrees but then as the bigger man moves to take hold of the bucket he grabs his wrist. “Or, we could cook them on the grill at the cabin.”

Taker smiles and begins to nod before looking slightly crestfallen. “We didn’t bring anything for a stay at the cabin.” Their bolthole in the woods is a good hour drive further on from where they are - in the opposite direction from home.

A pleased little grin tugs at the corner of Shawn’s mouth. “Well, no. We didn’t bring anything… but that’s OK, because I took some stuff there yesterday.”

The lopsided grin becomes a full smile as Taker leans in and kisses him. “Thank you,” he murmurs against the blonde’s mouth. “You really did think of everything. I love you.”

“Love you more,” Shawn replies and repositions the bucket. “Row us back?”

Taker nods and takes the oars, muscles rippling and Shawn enjoys the view as he propels them smoothly back to the jetty. They empty the boat, load up the truck and then hit the road again with Taker singing along to the radio.

Eventually the sparse scenery becomes thicker and they drive along tree-lined roads which after a couple of turns become tracks until eventually the log cabin comes into view. Shawn jumps down from the truck, unlocks the door and they amble inside.

“Is the hot tub on?” Taker asks, snagging Shawn around the waist.

Shawn turns in his hold and wraps his arms around the bigger man. “Of course - I set it all up yesterday.”

“Then the grill can wait.” He grasps the hem of Shawn’s shirt and the blonde moves his hands, allowing it to be drawn up over his head. Casting it aside, he smooths his hands firmly over the tanned shoulders and Shawn’s eyes close then flutter open again at the unspoken promise of what’s to come.

He glances up into hooded green eyes. “So, you liked my little surprises today?”

Taker leans down and kisses him softly; lips, nose, forehead. “I really did. Thank you.” He wraps his arms around him again, holding him tightly. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Shawn murmurs into his chest. “So much.”

TTT

[baddawg94]

Undertaker beats the hell out of Shawn Michaels

1997’s WWF Badd Blood

Hell in a Cell, 05 October 1997.

[sleepy-achilles]

Idk if saying I was a monster high boy and that clawd and draculaura were and still are my favourite might explain a lot about my current life decisions...

[mr-wrestlemania]

Forever in love with the trope of Kane and Undertaker having someone who brings out their humanity. Maybe they detest it at first but then slowly become protective of that special person. Because all their lives there was little room for healthy interactions. With Paul out of their lives they had to deal with their demons or let it consume them.

I'd like to think X-Pac was one of the first people Kane had that feeling with up until his betrayal. He sunk deeper into the darkness, but Daniel Bryan reminded him he was more than just The Big Red Machine. Maybe he was hesitant at first, being reminded of X-Pac when he found himself growing fond of Daniel.

Taker probably keeps his cards close to his chest on who brought out the human in him, but Shawn Michaels definitely was one of them. Pushing his body to its limits, burying him in their first few matches to remind him he could be beaten. Their matches pushing him even further after Taker fell back into his dark persona.

Rotating these daydreams in my brain like a microwave. Sigh.

[dilanmoodboards]

Chapter 3: The Return to the WWF

Paring: Shawn Michaels/The Undertaker; Triple H/Chyna; Billy Gunn/"The Road Dogg" Jesse James; X-pac/Kane; past Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels; past Shawn Michaels/Kevin Nash; Scott Hall/Kevin Nash

Summary: Shawn decides maybe it's time to return to the WWF and see if he can find out what's going on.

Chapter Content Warnings: Vince McMahon appears a lot in this chapter and he's a manipulative piece of shit. He also shames Shawn's sobriety so if you're sensitive to that don't read.

Tags: Dark Magic; Supernatural Elements; Kayfabe Compliant; Mentions to Addiction

Notes: I'm so sorry for how long it took for me to update this fic, I had major writers block. English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Word Count: 2,225

Chapter Masterlist

Shawn was scared. What the hell was that? He had been pacing up and down his room for the better part of two hours. It was impossible that someone in his dream could have not only touched him, but left an actual mark. He had tried to take a cold shower thinking maybe he was still in a nightmare, tried scrubbing the mark off, but only managed to make the skin around it red and irritated. Now that time had passed the mark looked like a scar, raised at the edges and a raw angry colour. 

He needed to talk to Taker, but wasn’t certain if he should, scared to only encounter the twisted version of the deadman. He also felt like he needed to talk to Vince, warn him that something really bad was going on, even if he himself didn’t understand what was happening, but still he felt like someone had to warn the guys who were sharing the ring with Taker that the once ever reliable, but a little strange, wrestler was now a twisted and evil version of himself. 

With that in mind he made the call. He was brief on the phone telling Vince he was feeling better and would like to go back to his commissioner role, Shawn felt like it would be better to explain things in person, Vince didn’t really question him, probably thinking about the money he could get out of this. The call went on for a while as the both of them worked out the details of Shawn’s return. 

Once the conversation ended Shawn went about tidying his bags for travel and cleaning the house. He would be taking an early morning flight tomorrow and he hated to leave the house messy before going away for an extended amount of time. As he went about getting everything ready he couldn’t help but feel nervous, not only for what was going on with Taker, but also for how people would react to his return.

Before taking his leave to have his surgery his relationship with pretty much everyone on the roster was frayed, not that he was a popular guy before his retirement, but once he became commissioner he managed to screw up his relationship with both Hunter and Jonie who were the only two people who managed to put up with his bullshit, he had also been a complete asshole towards Kid. He knew they hadn’t forgiven him yet, but he felt like he would need them if he was to solve this whole thing with Undertaker.

Sleep evaded him through the night, too scared to have a similar nightmare as the one from last night. Soon enough his alarm went off signaling it was time to get up and get to the airport, maybe he could try to catch up on sleep during the flight. With that in mind he set about getting ready to leave the house.

Shawn arrived right after lunch time at the arena that the WWF was using for today’s tapings. He was able to sleep a little bit during the flight, but it wasn’t quite enough for the weeks of sleepless and restless nights. Shawn was now aimlessly walking around the arena, people were moving around frantically, from backstage crew to wrestlers everyone looked busy and none of them paid any attention to him. 

The sound of the production crew shouting and moving around, wrestlers working out the details of matches, the strong smell of artificial tan and body oil… Shawn had missed it all so much. He was moving around taking it all in while looking for Vince’s office until he heard a deep texan drawl.

“Hey Michaels, thought it would take you longer to return!” Shawn jumped slightly, he had been a little on edge this past few weeks and Steve could be really loud. “Hey Austin, ya know I can’t stay away for long.” Austin laughed as he gave Shawn a warm hug, which shocked the blonde. 

Shawn and Steve hadn’t been close during the time Shawn wrestled, but while he was commissioner they were forced to work together more, and without the competitiveness of both vying for the top spot in the company their relationship had become way more amicable. “You’re looking good, man… Way better than I did after my surgery.” Steve said as he placed his hand on Shawn’s shoulder. “Nah, we both know that’s a lie, you were back almost immediately.” Once again Steve laughed. “True, but my doctor wanted to kill me after that.” 

This time it was Shawn’s turn to laugh, he understood that very well, his doctor had been very adamant that he should take things easy after the surgery and his mom wasn’t much better, going to visit him almost everyday and even insisting on getting him a damn wheelchair. 

“Well I’m glad you’re back, hope to strike that nice partnership with you once again commissioner Michaels.” And Steve gave him an over exaggerated salute that once again managed to make him crack a smile. “Let’s see how my meeting with Vinman goes first… Speaking of it, do you know where his office is?” 

“Yeah man, I’ll take you there.” Shawn and Steve fell into comfortable silence as they made their way to Vince’s office. Honestly this unexpected meeting with Austin had calmed him considerably. He had been very nervous about meeting back with the other guys, but seeing that at least Austin didn’t have anything against him eased his nerves. 

As they approached the door to Vince’s makeshift office Shawn stopped, prompting Austin to do the same. “Steve before I get in there I’ve got to ask you something, and you need to be honest with me.” Austin kissed his fingers and lifted them in a three finger salute. “Scouts honour.” Shawn doubted Steve had ever been a boy scout, but trusted he would tell him the truth.

But before Shawn could say anything the door to the office opened and out came Paul Bearer and Vince, both were laughing as they shook hands and that unnerved Shawn. Bearer had always been a hard figure to read, his relationship with Undertaker, Mankind and Kane had all looked strenuous at best and straight up abusive at worst, for that reason Shawn had never liked the man. But there was also the fact that he was directly connected to all the spooky shit that went on with Taker and now Shawn was more weary of that stuff.

Bearer then turned in their direction and Shawn felt a shiver run down his spine, whatever was going on Paul Bearer had to be directly involved, Shawn was certain of it. “Well Vince it was great talking to you, but I have to get going.” Came the extremely high pitched voice of the man and he turned on his heels and made his way deeper into the arena. Shawn was too focused on Bearer to notice that Vince had approached him. 

“Thanks for bringing Shawn here, Austin.” Shawn felt Steve’s hand touching his arm lightly in an attempt to stop them, but Vince was already guiding Shawn into his office by the shoulder and closing the door behind them. Only then did Vince change the vice grip he had on Shawn’s shoulder to a light warm touch, his tone, that had been clipped and hard when talking to Austin, had also shifted into the warm and inviting tone he normally used with Shawn.

“I’m really glad you’re back Shawn, the company isn’t quite the same without you.” Vince ushered Shawn deeper into the office and something about the place felt suffocating. These arena makeshift offices weren’t always great; most of them didn’t have windows, which often made them feel stuffy and awfully warm. This was one of them, but there was something else, and then Shawn noticed it; the smell.

Vince had been smoking that awful cigar of his, the air now not only stinking but also filled with smoke. There was also the faint smell of alcohol. Vince was filling two glasses of whiskey and Shawn could see a third glass on the table, probably Bearer’s. “Come on, sit Shawn.” Vince guided him to the free chair in front of the table and offered him the glass of scotch. “No thank you, I’m good.” Shawn sat down but refused the drink.

“Shawn Michaels, The Heartbreak Kid refusing a free drink?!” At Vince’s words Shawn flushed, he really didn’t need his boss acknowledging his drinking problem. “Well you know, alcohol doesn’t mix well with the meds I’m taking for my back.” Vince laughed. “That never stopped you before.” Shawn went even redder, if it was possible, shifting a little on his chair. 

“The surgery put some things in perspective. I needed to grow up.” Shawn felt proud of that response, though he felt he sounded a little too much like Bret, or at least the voice in the back of his head he associated with Bret. “Sounds like becoming boring to me.” Shawn couldn’t help but shrink a little at Vince’s words. He thought he was doing the responsible thing, but maybe Vince was right…

Besides his friends in the Kliq, Vince had been the only other person who managed to put up with Shawn and his crap. No matter how far he went he seemed unable to make anything bother the older man, but now he felt like he was being shamed by the man, and he found out he hated the feeling.

Instead of sitting in the chair opposite to Shawn, Vince leaned at the table right in front of Shawn. There was something strange about the position, he felt cornered into the chair and he hated it. Shawn tried to shake the feeling, he was probably paranoid due to all that was happening, after all this was Vince… He would never hurt him.

“So, Shawn I’ve been thinking, maybe you could realign yourself with me and the rest of the Corporation.” Shawn frowned, that didn’t seem to make that much sense, seeing that when he left for his surgery he had just turned on his boss. “Wouldn’t it make more sense if I allied myself to DX or maybe Austin.” Shawn noticed Vince grimace at the Texas Rattlesnake name, even though McMahon could see value in Austin, Shawn knew the boss did not like the loud mouthed texan.

“Well maybe you could work something out with Austin, but I don’t really think you and DX would be a good idea.” Shawn noticed how Vince’s voice softened. “Why not?” Vince gave a heavy sigh and touched Shawn’s shoulder. “Well… You see I don’t think Hunter is ready to forgive you yet, and I know how much his friendship means to you, so maybe leaving you two separate at least until you settle things would be better.”

Shawn felt himself still, he knew his relationship with Hunter would need some working on, but he didn’t think it was this bad. Surely Vince was just erring on the side of caution, right? Shawn then felt a lump grow on his throat, what if it was that bad? What if Hunter would never want to be his friend again? He could feel his eyes stinging, his already frayed nerves from the last few weeks unable to hold on to his emotions.

Vince hugged him then, and Shawn felt pathetic. Here he was crying on his bosses arms like a fucking child, but he couldn’t seem to stop. McMahon just held onto him as he whispered that things would be alright. After sometime Shawn was finally able to stop his tears and Vince held onto his face. “Shh, it’s alright Shawn. You know I’ll always be here for you. I’ll never hurt you.” And Shawn just nodded, needing the comfort Vince was providing for him right now.

“I think you’re right… Maybe it’ll be better if I just join the Corporation again.” Vince smiled brightly at the words. “I’ll talk to Pat and JR so we can start something for you.” Shawn went to stand, suddenly feeling the need to go to the hotel and sleep, but Vince pushed him lightly back into the chair. “Just before you leave, is there something else you want to tell me.”

Shawn knew he should tell Vince about everything going on with Taker, but there was something stopping him from doing it. Maybe it was the fact that he had watched Paul Bearer and Vince chatting like old friends. There was also the idea that maybe Vince wouldn’t believe him, maybe he would think Shawn had completely lost it and send him away. But deep down Shawn felt like something was wrong with Vince. At that moment he decided he wouldn’t say anything until he had more information.

Shawn shook his head, but Vince only stared at him harder. “Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?” Shawn put effort into giving his best heartbreak kid smile as he said. “Yeah, I know Vinman. I’m just tired. Going to head off to the hotel in case you don’t need me anymore.” Vince didn’t look convinced, but also didn’t press any further. “Sure Shawn, I’ll call if I need anything.” And with that Shawn left Vince’s office.

[wrxsslin-hours]

In your post about Shawn’s messy love life, you mentioned how undertaker was a gentle giant to shawn. Could you write about some of undertaker’s gentle giant activities? Love your writing!

Taker Has a Soft Spot for Shawn, headcanons

The Undertaker x Shawn Michaels

a/n: anon, writing this added 3 years to my life. Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy ;3c

| Despite Shawn being the most annoying man in the locker room, Taker managed to tolerate him enough to spend more than 5 minutes with him. Shawn thinks it’s because he’s too pretty to ignore, but it’s actually because Taker only knows two places backstage: the locker room and the parking lot. If he did manage to wander off to other rooms, Taker would get an earful from Bearer. Between his manager’s squeak toy voice and Shawn’s constant ramblings about how pretty he looks, Taker would choose the latter. Shawn only started actively gravitating towards Taker after his fallout with Diesel. Taker is not a brick wall, as much as Shawn wants to believe. For the first time, Shawn was left speechless by Taker’s voice, prompting a double take.

"What’s up with you and Diesel?" Taker asked, towering over Shawn as the blonde ranted about how good it is to finally have a hotel room all to himself. "We’re not on speaking terms. From now on, this doll is sold separately," Shawn blinked, then added, "Wait. You can talk?!"

| Taker began to enjoy Shawn’s company, much to his own surprise. It reached a point where Taker would wait for Shawn to freshen up after shows so they could go to the hotel together. This meant Taker had to spend a solid hour sitting in the now-empty locker room, listening to Shawn’s distant singing of his "Sexy Boy" theme in the showers. Most of that hour was just Shawn trying to find where he kept his shampoo and whatever else he used to clean himself. As a favor (more for his own sake than for Shawn's), Taker would prepare Shawn’s things on the bench beside him. Shawn greatly appreciated it and mentioned that Taker didn’t have to do that. However, for the sake of Taker’s boredom, he would happily do it if it meant they could leave earlier.

| Taker would let Shawn wear his entrance gear. Shawn gets a kick wearing Taker’s overly large necktie and purple gloves. It would usually go as Shawn getting his hands on Taker’s gear after their matches and wearing it for the rest of the show backstage. There was a time when it was raining and Shawn’s rented car was in the middle of the parking lot, and that meant they would get wet just running towards it. Not wanting Shawn’s hair getting ruined, Taker plopped his wide-brimmed hat on Shawn’s head and used his coat to cover the smaller man as they booked it to the car. That was the moment when Shawn started to fall hard.

| Shawn liked to party a lot; Taker knew that well. Whenever Taker had to book Shawn’s hotel room for him (since the blonde was too busy dancing on tables and tormenting Lawler by the bar immediately after shows), he would scribble down the hotel room number on a piece of paper and bury it in Shawn’s front pocket for the blonde to find later. But when Taker knew Shawn would be too drunk to differentiate his lefts and rights, Taker would find out where Shawn is drinking and wait for him outside the bar. Taker would have to carry Shawn all back to the hotel and make sure he’s all clean and tucked up for bed. Shawn would often find ibuprofen and a glass of water on the bedside table, and his clothes from the night before would be folded neatly on a chair.

| Shawn would often have to stand on the tips of his toes to whisper something to Taker, and the dead man would unconsciously lean down to make it easier for Shawn. That led to Shawn accidentally kissing Taker on the cheek. Shawn easily waved it off, but that was a moment that haunted Taker’s mind for weeks.

| Taker would subtly stand in front of Shawn whenever Diesel passes by.

| Taker would notice if something was bothering Shawn. He would know if it’s something that really bothers the blonde when his ear isn’t being talked off. Whenever that happens, Taker would just scoot closer to Shawn while they’re sitting on the bench, not saying a word, and offer his arm for Shawn to lean his head on.

| Shawn found out that Taker gives the best hugs. Sometimes, Taker would think Shawn doesn’t like it too much since he doesn’t really give off any warmth—since, you know, he isn’t alive. So, Taker wears his coat before hugging Shawn to give some sort of heat. But he decides to forgo the coat when Shawn says he likes feeling his skin.

| Taker carries Shawn around when he’s too sore to move. Shawn worries about it, protests that it doesn’t hurt that bad. But Taker wants to hear none of that and continues to carry Shawn around on his back.

[littlegalaxychild]

Yandere American Badass

Alright, this is a continuation of The Undertaker x Reader

So, when Undertaker became American Badass, your name changed too

You aren’t Persephone anymore, you are now Angel

A trophy Housewife to a biker gang leader

MATCHING BANDANAS!!!

When Taker rides out for his matches, you are sitting behind him holding on to his waist

You are his valet now, no more wrestling for you

Mainly because you are a mom now

Which means if Triple H and Stephanie Darling or Shawn Michaels darling can’t take care of your baby while you are valeting then you will take your baby with you which caused the infamous breastfeeding accident

But other than that one accident, you and the baby when Taker is not wrestling are always near him

When he is cutting promos you can bet that you will be standing (or sitting on his lap) near him so he can keep an eye on you

Taker loves it when you wear red or black lipstick since it matches his bandana also lipstick marks

During this time you will wear a biker jacket over a long white dress and occasionally a baby carrier

Also, you know that Sara tattoo Taker had, well instead of that imagine a halo with flowers wrapped around it in its place

When Taker was wearing a braid, you were the one who was braiding it.

When you were pregnant, the bump look huge on you

He is super possessive of you in this state because there is a lot of young talent coming in and flirting with you since your such a attractive milf

You get gifted a lot of chains like necklaces and earrings made of chains

Since Taker is judge, jury, and executioner of wrestlers court, you are the same for Darling court which is like wrestlers court except for the darlings

When you guys are home, you will be sitting at his feet with the dogs surrounding you and him holding a beer. Depending on if you take your punishment well, you get a small mat to sit on

Nsfw warning

This man is the ultimate dom

You have to call him daddy, sir, or master

YOU WILL GET SPANKED IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW HIS ORDERS

This man has the biggest breeding kink like once you are cleared to have another baby, he will be putting another baby in you

This man also has a size kink mainly because he is so tall and you are so short

If you try to escape with your baby, then expect the worst spanking and fucking of your life

HE WILL COLLAR YOU

Y’all will live in a constant dom/sub dynamics

ROUGH SEX EVERYTIME!

It will be hard to walk around after very VERY rough sex

This man has the biggest housewife kink!

[edgessunflower]

Day 19 Marigolds: Voice within

Pairing: Kevin Nash x Fem reader

Description: Kevin helps you use your inner voice when the odds are stacked against you leading to a second chance for the two of you

Gif credits to @stratusfactory

"You need to take control God knows what the hell will happen if you don't" you sigh talking to Shawn and Kevin as you wait to walk out with The undertaker as his valet. You yell when you feel a sting on your rear end and laughter squeezing the cup of water you had "I told you to stop and you're gonna fucking stop now" you hit Aldo Montoya in the jaw full force before kevin stands in front of you surprised by this action since the two of you had been broken up for the past three months due to the strain of your schedules and the pull of your careers "You're not gonna put your hands on her your gonna go through me first" shawn pulls you away as kevin basically threw him across the hall opening the door to see kevin and bradshaw beating the hell out of montoya before walking alongside taker and Paul Bearer to the ring backing away when Sycho Sid started stalking towards you before throwing you into the barricade falling into the crowd when he hits you turning when you hear the horn of a truck seeing kevin deal with sid before he carries you backstage seeing the big bruise on your back sitting in his locker room with an ice pack looking up when he sets little yellow and orange flowers in your lap "I wasn't expecting how today has been but I'm proud of you for earlier with montoya" your heart melts as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I know things have been hard and how this business is but if you're in then I am on a second chance for us" your heart melts as he pulls you in his lap "You are the sun in my life it's been too damn rainy and cloudy here lately without you" you laugh before the two of you share a soft kiss with both marigolds tucked in your hair falling asleep in his lap during the rest of Raw waking up in his car smiling when you see that he had took you to his house having a late dinner along with him icing your back laying in his arms where he looks to see you asleep kissing the top of your head with a tender smile on his face carrying you upstairs and changing you into a nightgown feeling while again with you in his arms after so long both of you determined to make things work this time and not let your careers and the hours on the road push you apart again.

[prettyboymichaels]

Summerslam Spectacular!

hello and good news, everyone! as tonight is summerslam (though I will not be partaking), I have added yet more items to my etsy store (MaidensGoods), link here! [ X ]

added to the shawn designs from a few weeks ago:

and some brand new bret and taker ones!

the hitman sunglasses also come in black, and the taker coffin also comes in purple!

and as always, my redbubble is full of wrestling designs for all three, including a few for dx, chyna, and one for dusty rhodes! check those out here: [ X ]

enjoy summerslam, if you're going to be watching it!

[hunterfak]

I need more Hunter x wrestlers!! Give me more Hunter x Kevin Nash, give me more Hunter x Shawn, give me more Hunter x Taker etc etc,,idc who it is I just need more fics with Hunter in them asap🙏🙏🙏

[wannawrasslewithjayrasheed]

Shawn Michaels Vs Stone Cold Steve Austin pt. 1

Today for my first post in awhile, Im going to quickly talk about Shawn vs Stone Cold at Wrestlemania 14 in Boston, Massachusetts.

So after his second Royal Rumble win Steve is on his way to the top of the ladder of the World Wrestling Federation...and fast. If you werent watching back then go back and watch footage, the man was occoming off of his casket match at the Royal Rumble vs The Undertaker Shawn was set to face off against Austin. Unknown to the audience was the fact that Shawn was seriously injured after he and Undertaker had an accident in the ring where Taker went for a back body drop in an attempt to send Shawn over the ropes to the outside. While going over Shawn clipped his lower back on the edge of the coffin at ringside. If you have good eyes you could see that was a nasty spill but he was a real pro during the match not showing any signs that he was injured. The next morning Shawn was said to be unable to move from his hotel bed since the adrenaline had worn off from the night before. As the weeks went on Shawn was seen less and less, because as it came to light that he was injured he knew he would have to take some time off.

The following month at the Pay Per View No Way Out of Texas

Shawn was scheduled to team up with Hunter Hearst Helmsley and the New Age Outlaws in what was a more fully fleshed out version of Degeneration X who just made their debut several months ago in August, but became an official team the following September. They were scheduled to go up against Owen Hart, Cactus Jack, Chainsaw Charlie aka Terry Funk (RIP) and none other than the man himself...Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Since Shawn was injured he couldnt participate in the match and still be expected to perform next month for their biggest show sooo.. yeah they weren't going to risk losing their main eventer in what was basically a throw away PPV. So then the picture above became this since they wanted it to build suspense.

Yeah they threw in Savio Vega in what had to be their most random pair ups to date and this is post the New Generation era. Not that Savio was a bad competitor he was actually a favorite of mine. But due to a lack of time, Ill spare you all the details and will just say Stone Colds team kicked ass and won... NEXT STOP WRESTLEMANIA at the Fleet Center in Boston!

Stay Tuned for part 2 when I talk about the following month going into wrestlemania and part 3 where I will review the match where i will give a play by play commentary! Like I said JUST STAY TUNED!!

[take-taker-taken]

WARNING - the chapters that comprise this section of The List will contain CNC (consensual non-consent). It will mention rape. There will be humiliation. It will involve weapons. This particular part is mainly corporal punishment. The sub will not always be treated / spoken to kindly. If you’re happy to read such things then feel free to continue.

The List - CNC - Part Four

As you huddle on the floor, gradually getting your breathing back under control, you become aware of the curious feeling of being surrounded. You lift your head and peek around and sure enough, two pairs of boots are inches away.

“I knew you’d choose those,” Mark’s voice floats above you.

“So I’m a tit man - sue me,” comes Shawn’s reply. “Already know what you’re gonna do next.”

Mark huffs out a laugh. “Yeah,” He says. “She doesn’t though.”

Shawn nudges you with his boot and when it makes you huddle in even more he curses and does it again, but harder. “Get on your back, slut - should be familiar.”

You slowly roll over on to your back with your knees raised up and cross your arms over your chest. In response he kicks lightly at your knee so that you drop your legs flat and then he follows you down and sits astride you. He takes hold of your arms and works to pull them away from your body; you do your best to resist but he’s far too strong and he easily forces your hands up and over your head before his gaze roves hungrily over your breasts. As soon as he lets go you begin to move them again and so he grabs them and shoves them back down, holding them there as he looks down at you with a stony expression.

“Leave ‘em there, or I’ll get him to stand on ‘em.” He warns with a nod over to where Mark is standing. “Probably break your fucking wrists.”

You swallow a whimper and just lay there as he slowly lifts his hands away, watching to make sure you’re going to obey. He reaches behind his head and removes a silver chain that’s draped around his neck. At first you think he’s taking his necklace off and then as he lifts it free of his hair you grit your teeth - it’s a set of clover clamps. Fuck… this is going to hurt.

Keeping the clamps in one hand he uses the other to toy with your left nipple. Not viciously like he did before - it’s a gentle, teasing touch and of course the bud turns hard under his ministrations. You’re expecting him to put the clamp on right away but instead he takes his time to play with the other one, until both have been coaxed into firm peaks. He leans down and traces the tip of his tongue around each of them in turn and you whimper as the skin tightens further.

He shifts his head so that his mouth is next to your ear and whispers, “I think you enjoyed that… didn’t you, fuck toy?” He raises up again and you close your eyes briefly as your stomach flips over at the name but say nothing; when you open them he’s dangling the chain over your face as he smirks down at you. “Know what these are?”

Deciding to play dumb, you shake your head and he traces his fingers over your breasts again.

“Remember me saying I wanted to hear you say ‘please’ some more?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he rattles the clamps in your face. “These are gonna make that happen.”

Without any further preamble, he deftly attaches the clamps to your nipples and as the pain lances through your flesh you scream. It’s the sort of reaction that you’d normally work to keep a lid on but no such pretence is needed here. Before you can move he lunges forward and holds your wrists to the floor as you struggle beneath him.

“Fuck! Take them off, please! Take them off!”

He looks down at you and smiles, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head. “Nuh uh - they look real pretty.” He moves a hand in order to pinch the chain between thumb and forefinger, holding it loosely though it sways some. “And the best part? If I give this here a little pull… they’ll get tighter - wanna try?”

You shake your head and your voice cracks a bit as you speak. “No… please don’t… please!” You’re breathing hard as you try to cope with the pain, your hands clenching repeatedly into fists though you leave your hands over your head for fear of reprisals if you move. You close your eyes and let yourself feel the fear, the helplessness, the pain and yes… the arousal.

“You said she kicked you earlier?” Your eyes open when Mark speaks, though you’re still mostly distracted by the sharp pain in your nipples and the fact that Shawn still has hold of the chain and thus controls whether it goes up a couple of notches.

You gain a couple of degrees of relief when he lets the chain go and kneels back up in order to look at Mark. “Yeah, when I was putting her in the truck.” He says and then gets to his feet but continues to stand astride you. “She was mouthing off with some BS about people coming over and then she slammed her foot right into my kidney, little bitch.”

“Well, that sure ain’t the kind of behaviour we expect. Get her up here.”

For a frightening moment you think Shawn is going to drag you up via the clamp’s chain but as he bends over he’s reaching towards your arms and unthinkingly, you bring them down from over your head to aid the task. Given that it’s achieving his aim he doesn’t rebuke you for moving and just hauls you to your feet and you stand there with your head down, teeth gritted against the pain in your chest. You gasp as a hand goes into your hair to drag your head back and you find yourself looking up at Mark. You again have a moment of wonder at how he’s emanating this air of being a stranger but then you have to concentrate because he’s speaking.

“So you’ve been cussing, being violent - and you even spat at him,” he’s saying, indicating Shawn with a nod of his head. “Can’t be letting you get away with all that now, can we?”

You don’t say anything because even though it’s clear to everyone that your actions over the course of this scene were entirely to be expected, you know that no good will come of answering back.

“I’m kind of an old fashioned guy,” he goes on as he releases your hair and his hands move to his waist. “So I’m gonna give you some old fashioned discipline.” Your breath catches as he unbuckles his belt and slides it from the loops - it’s an aspect of impact play that’s been as yet untouched on your list, though not for much longer. “Get her bent over,” he says to Shawn and as the blonde walks by you he pats your cheek but you shy away from his touch which makes him huff with laughter.

There’s another table at the far end of the cabin, pushed up against a wall and next to a door that you notice for the first time. You briefly wonder where it leads to but then Shawn’s back and setting the table in question down a couple of feet away.

“C’mon, get over.” He pulls you by the wrist to stand beside it and then pushes on the back of your neck. You go quietly into position, though set your forearms on the wooden surface to prevent your clamped nipples being squashed against it. Without relinquishing his grip on your neck, Shawn runs his other hand firmly down your back and on to your ass cheek which he squeezes hard and then smacks. You whimper but this time it has a different tone because it’s becoming harder to play act against the rising tide of lust.

“A good dozen should do the trick, what d’ya think?”

You swallow, wondering whether the question is directed at you and then feel relieved that you didn’t try to speak as Shawn smacks your ass again and replies, “For starters.”

There’s a brief silence and then you feel Mark’s huge hand between your shoulder blades. You have a mad thought that it’s weirdly comforting to have both of them touching you at the same time but that’s quickly driven from your brain when the belt comes whistling down and lands squarely across your backside. For a second you feel virtually nothing and then as the sting spreads over your skin you gasp and then cry out. There’s a pause that you recognise dimly as an opportunity to call red but you decline. Shawn’s hand is still on the back of your neck holding you down, and then you feel Mark’s lift from you and hear him changing his stance. In that moment you realise that first stroke had just been a taster and ball your hands into fists beneath yourself as the leather snaps down again.

“Ahhhhhhh, FUCK!” Still held in place by Shawn’s powerful grip, you stamp one foot against the floor as though it will shake off the pain.

“Still cussing, girl?” Your outburst seems to have earned you a break just two strokes in as you hear him issue another order. “I don’t want to be getting my ears assaulted all the way through this - can you gag her, please?”

“Sure can,” You hear the reply and then you feel Shawn’s fingers at the waistband of your panties and he has them down and off before you can react. Next thing, his grip is back in your hair as he drags your head up, pushing the material at your mouth. “C’mon bitch - open up, you’re good at that.” You begin to make a muffled protest that never gets the chance to be anything else as he forces your panties into your mouth. You taste yourself on the fabric but then get distracted by his other hand worming its way under your chest. You try to pull away, certain that he’s seeking to mess with the clamps but then you feel a totally foreign object being urged against your fingers. You move your head and realise that it’s a golf ball and then you understand - you can’t speak right now to use your colours. You clutch on to the ball and he gives your hand a quick, gentle squeeze before withdrawing and pushing your head back down. “That’ll shut her up,” he says and you hear Mark make a noise of satisfaction.

He doles out another four hard strokes with the belt and you squeeze the golf ball for dear life and yell into the makeshift gag. Through the pain your brain starts to swim in that beautiful, serene way and in your mind’s eye you see yourself as they probably see you - bent over with your pussy dripping as a leather strap strikes your pale skin in such an intimate way. You can picture the welts, bright pink with the edges oh, so slightly raised up. You scream into the fabric as the leather connects twice more and then your head is raised again by Shawn and he’s looking right at you. You meet his gaze and then after a few more seconds he lets your head fall and the belt snaps across the back of your thighs once, twice and then another mighty crack across your ass.

You scream one final time, your head lifting up as the blow sears into your flesh and then it drops again and you hear and feel the thump as Mark sets the heavy belt down next to your head. There’s a moment of silence and you’re dimly aware of Shawn’s hand gently kneading the back of your neck. The very second you find it comforting, it leaves you and you hear him speak again, his voice back to that dark, sneering tone.

“Get her upright; it’s time to get those clamps off. I wanna hear her begging again.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Previous | TBC

[omegawhiskers]

Why I started watching WWE again

The earliest memory I have of professional wrestling is The Undertaker/Yokozuna feud. This fond memory was the catalyst to moulding my enjoyment to this form of entertainment.

Years later I began watching WWE/WWF on a full-time basis because it was aired weekend mornings. The Stone Cole Steve Austin/Vince McMahon feud hooked me. As a child, it was an awesome to see an authority type figure getting their ass kicked. Both McMahon and Austin produced classics moments in wrestling history. I bought PPV’s on VHS such as St Valentine’s Day Massacre. I must of watched that tape a couple of times a day over the next few weeks.

WWE became a part of my life. I made it my business to watch Raw and Smackdown every week; I even watched Velocity and Sunday Night Heat. I couldn't get enough! I tried to get my hands on stuff from independents and in 2004 I did some pro wrestling training. But if WWE was such an important part of my life then why did I stop watching it?

2017 wasn’t the worst year in WWE. The Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens feud was fantastic, The Hardyz returned, Kurt Angle was inducted into the Hall of Fame, The Shield reunited, and Samoa Joe made his debut. Despite all of this, a babyface Roman Reigns just couldn’t get over and Jinder Mahal was WWE Champion. I’m not even going to go into the House of Horrors match, but it was something. But it’s OK to have bad moments. They can teach you to never repeat those mistakes again…or can they?

2018 was worse. Some moments left a bad taste in my mouth such as Dean Ambrose turning heel on his fellow Shield member, Seth Rollins. This was the same night that Roman announced that he had leukemia. What the fuck was Vince thinking? The storyline was uglier than a dog’s dinner. Dean would leave the company less than a year later. WWE also went into a controversial deal with Saudi Arabia. The Saudi PPV saw Shane McMahon win WWE World Cup tournament becoming the ‘’Best in the World’’.  This is the same PPV where Shawn Michaels came out of retirement for an awful tag team bout. The worst part to 2018 was on December 17, when Vince McMahon came to the ring followed by Stephanie McMahon, HHH and Shane. Stephanie would go on to say ‘’We haven’t been doing a good for you lately.’’ She would rattle on about not listening to us, the fans. We were told that we were now the authority. This was such a surreal moment.

Months prior we got the first All In PPV that would eventually lead to the formation of All Elite Wrestling. The All In card was stacked and displayed some incredible matches that left me wanting more. I started to binge watch BTE on YouTube as well as a history The Bullet Club. I began to attend Irish wrestling shows from Over The Top Wrestling. The first shows I went to featured Will Ospreay, Gunther and Pac. Seeing new talent and the interesting ways they told stories was refreshing. Witnessing smaller promotions putting on better shows compared to a billion-dollar company creating mediocre content was shocking to me.

Appointing us - the fans - as the authority figure was a great rib by WWE as they continued to sling crap in our faces as 2019 saw The Undertaker battling Goldberg in another Saudi show that resulted embarrassing bout. You can visibly see the disappointed on Taker's face post-match. Kurt Angle would have his retirement match against Baron Corbin. Angle is on my mount Rushmore, so for his career to lead to anti-climax was a disgrace. Seth Rollins was on a babyface run and I was enjoying it, until the infamous Hell in the Cell match with The Fiend. This match should have been a decent bout, but the arena was casted in ugly red light and the finish came in form a DQ. During a live reaction broadcast WWE were putting out at the time, X-Pac said ‘’You may not ask me back for one of these but how do you get DQ’d in a Hell in a fricking Cell match.’’ I often ask myself this. Things would get worse when Kofi Kingston was squashed in seven seconds against Brock Lesner. Kofi’s six-month title reign came to an abrupt and miserable end and so did my love for WWE. At this point I felt cheated and insulted. How can I continue to watch a product that simply didn't care?

At the tail end of 2019, AEW was launched. The new promotion featured new faces, different styles of wrestling and an opportunity for talent to thrive. I gravitated towards this. I periodically watched WWE clips, but it was clear Vince was out of touch. Talent were also fired during the pandemic. It was as if Vince didn't care anymore. Remembers Erik Rowen’s spider? On top of all this, Vince's scandal was aired across the internet. During this insane time, Vinny had the balls to appear on Smackdown just to wave his ego around.

So, what's changed?

I watched night 1 of WrestleMania and I was impressed. The highlight was Rhea Ripley vs. Charlotte Flair. I liked what I saw with the Bloodline storyline. It was great to see Cody Rhodes, and a heel Dominik Mysterio intrigued me. I kept up with things and noticed consistent story telling. With Vince gone, it felt like everything was moving in a cohesive way. Yes, Vince gave us years of entertainment, but he also held on for too long and it was clear it was causing damage.

I decided to tune back into WWE full time and write about my viewing experience. If you’ve read my past posts, then you know that I still have issues with WWE, but I’ve never seen a promotion do anything perfect. I think WWE do a much better job with their women’s division and keeping storylines simple and clear, but they lack on match quality with many silly finishes. They play things safe, but that's okay. For now I'm enjoying the ride. And that's good enough.

[sleepy-achilles]

Protector x Sunshine x Grumpy Guard Dog

I'll make this a thing if it's the last thing I do.

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Don't ask them how it started, they couldn't tell you.

It was supposed to be a one night stand after a taping of heartbreak hotel.

But Shawn got conflicted as he didn't want his relationship with Kevin and taker to be impacted by his dumb urges. He has a kid who's attached to them that he has to think about when making these decisions.

It infact makes their relationship stronger.

Taker and Kevin become more of a figure in John's life and shawn falls even harder for them both.

They work well. Kevin is the protector, he's able to protect both taker and shawn. Both are vulnerable and both struggle with that and yet he can help. He's also able to stand takers full strength whilst shawn can't.

Shawns the sunshine. He's able to ground both men and keep them calm. He's also able to rile them up if it benefits him. But he is a brat so it's expected from him.

Taker? Takers the grump guard dog who will hurt anyone who hurts his boys. You don't fuck with takers boys or his kids. Mess with him all you want, but not them.

Also, plus is, the family of destruction still works because the kids have always seen Kevin as a third dad, so yeah, Leon and cassie can still chill.

It's basically the same, John and Leon get teased for having three dads instead of two.

Taker is the firm dad, kevins the firm but fun dad and shawns the mama bear, he's the caring and most likely to freak out if something happens.

Anyways. Shawn is the cook, kevins the dish washer and taker puts them away. Takers the main driver, kevins the back up driver and shawns a passenger princess. Taker does DIY, shawn cannot and neither can Kevin.

Kevin and shawn love pda and takers a bit iffy about it.

Shawn loves nicknames and so does aba taker.

Kevin is quick to correct Shawn on any of his bullshit whilst taker will just store it away for a later, much kinkier, time.

Shawn is quick to scold Kevin and taker for ignoring medical advice despite them not allowing him too.

Taker is quick to put both of them in time out, because let's face it, Kevin and shawn are the class clowns. The shit stirrers, the troublemakers and well taker is the lockeroom leader so either way he has to put up with it.

Kevin leaves. And it does cause some problems at home. Cassies lucky she's not existing at this time.

Taker watches as it destroys Shawn. And when Shawn becomes a wreck the whole family falls apart. Taker understands both sides but for once, he has to be the protector. He has to ground Shawn and reassure Kevin its whats best. He has to promise John and Leon that Pops (idk if imma stick with pops or go with pater which is Latin for dad) isn't leaving them, that he will still come home to them, he's just moved companies for a reason that will benefit them more.

John and Leon understand a lot more than their parents think. But they help their father as much as they can with papa and how destroyed he's become.

Kevin, because we know his medical history, ends up becoming the stay at home dad eventually, so he does school runs and all that. He doesn't mind it, he enjoys it. A lot more than he thought he would.

Takers multiple deaths.

Interesting convo starter. Shawn is obviously always destroyed by them and Kevin? Kevin is aswell, but he always keeps a strong face on for his family because they need a rock.

It's important to note this isnt shawns relationship. Kevin and taker do love each other too.

Shawns back injury.

Not gonna lie, Kevin was angry at taker at first. Furious. But then when he came home he realised how bad Shawn had gotten with his drug problem. He knew it was probably for the best. And then he sees how badly taker is being on himself.

It becomes clear to him, its an accident. Its beating taker up. He sees how much Shawn forgives him. So Kevin apologies to taker and decides that they all need to heal.

That's the main, important points I can think of.

Yes I'm taking asks for them.

Yes I know I still have asks to answer but I got the world's hottest writers block so I'm trying new things rn.

[dilanmoodboards]

HBTaker Ministry of Darkness AU: I Will Only Ruin You My Dear

Paring: Shawn Michaels/The Undertaker; Triple H/Chyna; Billy Gunn/"The Road Dogg" Jesse James; X-pac/Kane; past Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels; past Shawn Michaels/Kevin Nash; Scott Hall/Kevin Nash

Summary: The Undertaker’s body has been taken over by a very powerful demon who calls himself “The Lord of Darkness”. Now everyone in the WWF is in danger, but one person seems to be able to bring the old Undertaker back, the only problem is “The Lord of Darkness” seems to also be very interested in that person. The last thing Shawn Michaels needed was to be dragged back into the WWF due to the fact that a possessed Undertaker seemed to be running wild around the company and also very interested in the blonde. Shawn, with the help of some old and new friends, needs to uncover what is happening to save the Federation and maybe save himself along the way.

Or a HBTaker AU set around the Ministry of Darkness storyline.

Tags: Supernatural elements; Kayfabe Compliant; Alternate Universe-Canon Divergence; Supernatural Bonds; Soul Bond; Canon-Typical Violence; Cults; Mutual Pining; Idiots in Love; Implied/Referenced Drug Use; Drug Withdrawal; Past Drug Addiction; Mildly Dubious-Consent; Shawn likes Undertaker not Ministry!Taker; References to Depression; Dark Magic; Occult; Brainwashing; Manipulation; Slowburn; House Fire; Childhood Trauma; Trauma.

Notes: Some important WARNINGS There will be references to drug addiction and also Shawn will show symptoms of withdrawal through parts of the fic. I tagged dubcon beause although Shawn and Undertaker like each other Shawn doesn't like posessed Undertaker. Lastly both Vince and Paul Bearer are manipulative bastards through this fic.

English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Prologue: An Unexpected Meeting- also on AO3

Chapter 1: Dreams and Nightmares- also on AO3

Chapter 2: Mark of the Beast- also on AO3

Chapter 3: The Return to the WWF- also on AO3