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[livslunaticdamiansdisciple18]

Birds of a Feather! Part 8 Test

Test x Y/n

Warnings: Cuteness!!

Word Count: 628

A/N: Let's get into it.

Y/N stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. The masked man had vanished into the shadows, leaving them alone in the dimly lit room. The air felt heavier now, charged with uncertainty.

“What just happened?” Y/N whispered, more to herself than to Test.

Test’s jaw was clenched, his eyes scanning the room where the figure had been. He didn’t move, as if waiting for something else to happen. His grip on his knife remained tight, and the protective stance he’d taken only moments ago didn’t falter.

“I don’t know,” Test said, his voice low, laced with tension. “But whoever that was, they’re not working alone.”

Y/N felt a surge of anger at the man’s cryptic words. “That didn’t answer anything. ‘Fight like you’ve never seen’? Who the hell does he think he is?”

Test met her gaze. His face was unreadable, but his eyes told her everything she needed to know: this was far from over. Whatever was happening, it was bigger than either of them. And now, it had crossed into their world.

“I’m guessing we’re not going to just ignore this,” she said, her voice hardening with determination.

Test shook his head. “No. We can’t. We need answers, and that guy knows more than he’s telling. But we can’t chase him down blindly. We need a plan.”

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She hadn’t signed up for any of this—didn’t even know how she’d ended up in this mess—but there was no turning back now.

“I’m done with waiting,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “We need to find the answers now.”

Test studied her for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Let’s get back to the safe house, plan our next move. But you’re right—we’re going to need more than just answers. We need to be prepared for whatever comes next.”

The drive back to the cabin felt even longer than the first. Y/N’s thoughts swirled with questions and suspicions, but she kept quiet, her eyes focused on the road ahead. Test seemed to be in a similar state of silence, his mind likely running through a thousand scenarios, all of them dangerous.

When they reached the cabin, the place felt unnervingly still. They both exited the car, tension thick in the air. Test unlocked the door, and they moved inside, instantly falling into a defensive stance. Neither of them spoke; they both knew what needed to be done.

They didn’t have much time. The man’s cryptic words echoed in Y/N’s head, and the more she thought about them, the more uneasy she felt. A fight was coming, but it wasn’t just a physical one. It was something deeper—something that tied her to this mystery in ways she didn’t yet understand.

As they entered the living room, Test turned to her, his gaze sharp.

“We need to contact my people,” he said quietly. “They’ll have more information on the people we’re dealing with.”

Y/N nodded, though she felt a cold chill wash over her. Who exactly was Test working with? And how deep did this rabbit hole go?

“I’ll stay close,” she said, determined not to be left out of the loop.

Test met her gaze again, and this time, there was something more in his eyes. Something unreadable.

“You’ve already been dragged into this,” he said, his voice softer than before. “I’ll keep you in the loop. But we need to be careful. Whoever is after you—after both of us now—doesn’t play by the rules.”

Y/N felt the weight of those words sink into her bones. She didn’t know if she could trust anyone, but she wasn’t going to let anyone tell her to step back.

To be continued....

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

[clericofinfamy]

test - 2004

edit for @judgementdaysunshine <3

[bigredsweetiepie]

What did you think was going to happen?

(Heat June 6 1999)

[ambreignsfan4life]

[s0re-loser]

I am so obsessed with when they put him in tiny ass shorts and his stupid shirts

[samijey]

Biography WWE Legends: Roman Reigns

[outrunningthedark]

Rhea Ripley hitting a Code Red on Nia Jax (and looking very confused when she doesn’t win)

— WWE Saturday Night's Main Event (January 25, 2025)

[romanreigns]

It's all about that eye contact.

[anthonybanda]

LIV MORGAN - MONEY IN THE BANK 2021

[the-fact-of-the-matter]

12.22.1999 - Triple H is suspended above the ring in a shark cage to prevent interference in a title match between Mankind and Big Show

[doom-bomb]

[livslunaticdamiansdisciple18]

Part two for this fic?

Birds of a Feather! Part 2 Test

Test x Y/n

Warnings: Cuteness!!

Word Count: 537

A/N: Feel free to send me requests but also this was sent in by my babes/raindrop/sunflower @edgessunflower. Let’s get into it

The dawn crept in through the thin curtains, soft light painting the dingy motel room in muted hues. Y/N stirred, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional bird call nudging her awake. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Then she felt it—warmth beside her.

Test was still asleep, his arm slung lazily over his side of the bed. Somehow during the night, the unspoken barrier between them had vanished. His broad shoulder brushed hers, his long legs tangled slightly with hers beneath the sheets. She froze for a second, her heart skipping.

He looked… peaceful. The sharp lines of his face, so often hardened with intensity or cocky grins, were softened now. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and for a brief moment, Y/N wondered what it would be like to wake up like this every day.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the distant rumble of an engine outside. She stiffened, instinct kicking in.

“Test,” she whispered, nudging his shoulder. He didn’t move.

“Test!” she hissed, shaking him harder.

His eyes fluttered open, squinting against the pale morning light. “What?” he grumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Someone’s here,” she said, nodding toward the window.

In an instant, he was alert, sitting up and running a hand through his messy blond hair. He leaned over to peek through the curtain, his sharp gaze scanning the lot.

“Relax,” he said after a moment. “Just a truck pulling into the diner next door.”

Y/N exhaled, her shoulders slumping. “Great. Add paranoia to the list of things keeping me awake.”

Test smirked, leaning back against the headboard. “You could’ve just stayed asleep. You looked cozy enough last night.”

She rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her. “Don’t get used to it. Last night was an exception.”

“Sure,” he drawled, his smirk widening. “Because you totally hated it.”

Y/N grabbed a pillow and swatted him, laughing despite herself. He caught it mid-swing, pulling it from her hands and tossing it aside with ease.

“Easy, tiger,” he teased. “We’ve got bigger problems than your fear of sharing a bed.”

She sobered at that, the reality of their situation settling back over her. “Right. Any ideas on our next move, genius?”

Test shrugged, his easy demeanor never faltering. “Lay low for another day, maybe two. Let them think we’ve skipped town. Then we figure out who’s after you and why.”

She frowned, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees. “I told you, I don’t know who it is. I didn’t even realize that ring was worth anything.”

“Yeah, well, someone thinks it is,” Test said, his voice hardening slightly. “And until we figure out what’s going on, you’re stuck with me.”

“Lucky me,” Y/N muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched in a reluctant smile.

“Damn right,” he said, leaning closer. “Now, you gonna make us some coffee, or do I have to do everything around here?”

Y/N shoved him playfully as she stood, grabbing the cheap coffee pot from the counter. Despite everything—the danger, the uncertainty—there was something comforting about this moment.

Maybe, just maybe, having Test around wasn’t so bad after all.

To be continued?

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

[salirophiliac]

christian, edge & test vs. the british bulldog & the mean street posse (joey abs, pete gas & rodney) four on three handicap match

wwf smackdown! — october 19, 1999

[s0re-loser]

Also obsessed with this it's so bitchy 2 me

[samijey]

Anonymous asked: The part where Sami slaps Seth and shouts I know it was you (who hurt Jey)!!!

[claymoresofinfamy23]

Credit to @alyyaanna for this photo Tysm girly!

Sir could you wear those pants any lower? 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️(definitely looking and thinking respectfully)

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