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b1tchyboyxd · 6 months ago

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˚₊‧꒰ა A oneshot for you guys ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Daddy's home kids and I brought the milk 🔥🔥🔥

So this is very bad, it's late and I'm sleepy. I only wrote this because I haven't posted in months and I have to feed you, my children.

Scenario ⊱ ☆ ⊰ :: Your boyfriend wakes you up in the middle of the night to f★ck you <3 (Smut yay!!)

W :: I don't know how to write Smut. It's really shitty, but fuck this shit.

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In the darkness of the night, your peaceful sleep was suddenly broken by the feeling of a warm hand shaking your shoulder. It was your boyfriend, awake and clearly up for something more than sleep. He gently rolled you onto your back, his hand grazing your waist as he straddled your hips, the weight of his body pressing against you.

"Wake up." he whispered, his voice husky with arousal, his gaze intense even in the dim light.

He trailed a finger along your jawline, his touch both a caress and a command.

"I need you," he murmured, his other hand slipping under your shirt to trace circles on your bare skin with his fingertips, causing goosebumps to rise everywhere he touched.

"I can't wait," he continued, his voice a little husky as he began to rock his hips against yours.

His breath was hot against your ear, his words barely registering as your mind tried to catch up with the situation.

But your body was certainly awake now, responding to his touches.

His breath was hot against your ear, his words barely registering as your mind tried to catch up with the situation.

His mouth found yours in the dark, the kiss slow and sensual at first but quickly building in intensity. His tongue moved against yours, mimicking the motion of his hips in a slow, torturous rhythm as he pressed himself against you once again.

There was a desperation in his touch that betrayed how much he wanted you.

As if sensing your waking state, his kisses moved from your lips to your neck, leaving a trail of heat against your exposed skin.

His hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head, tossing it aside to give him better access.

His mouth was everywhere; kissing, biting, and teasing in ways that had you arching your body towards him, wanting to be closer.

He took advantage of your position, pushing his hands under you, palming your behind and lifting your hips to meet his.

You could feel him, hard and eager through the thin barrier of his clothes, his movements becoming more insistent as his lips trailed down your neck, sucking and biting at your skin, leaving marks that would be impossible to hide.

He pulled back for a moment, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire.

"I want you so bad..." he whispered, his voice shaky with need. He didn't give you a chance to respond, his mouth back on yours in an instant, the kiss all consuming.

His hands moved to the drawstring of your pajama pants, toying with the tie for a moment before finally pulling it loose.

His fingers dipped under the waistband, teasing the sensitive skin of your hips. He broke the kiss again, his eyes locking with yours, silently asking for permission.

Your breathing hitch at his touch, and you nodded, the tiniest movement of your head letting him know it was okay.

He kissed you again as his hands worked your pants down, his fingers caressing every inch of newly revealed skin.

He quickly disposed of his own clothing, his movements rough and rushed, the desire coursing through him. He didn't waste any time, immediately pressing himself against you, his skin against yours.

His mouth found yours again as his hands skimmed over your body, caressing every curve and dip, his touch setting off a trail of heat and desire.

He shifted his position, pressing against you more fully, the contact both comforting and overwhelming.

His touch was everywhere, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that only added to the heat building between you.

He reached down again, gently taking one of your legs and hooking it around his waist, drawing you closer.

He moved against you, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, his breath catching in his chest as the sensation took over.

He needed you, you could see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch, and hear it in the sounds he was making against your neck.

He moved slowly at first, every movement calculated, every touch deliberate, his lips finding yours again and again, the kisses growing more needy, more desperate.

He murmured words of praise against your lips, his words a mix of praise and pleasure, making you feel desired and cherished in the same breath.

His hands moved to grip your hips, his touch grounding you even as he gradually increased the pace, the intensity growing exponentially. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, a silent plea for more.

His breath hitched against your skin as the waves of ecstasy grew, his kisses becoming more urgent, his touch more firm.

The heat between you was all-consuming, the sounds of your shared pleasure filling the quiet room, your bodies moving in a synchronous rhythm.

His moans mixed with yours, his breath hot on your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

He held onto you tightly, fingers digging into your hips as he moved with purpose, the tension between you mounting.

He reached down, hooking his arms under your legs, changing his angle and hitting a spot that had your back arching off the bed.

A low groan escaped him, the sound vibrated against your skin, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through you.

His pace picked up, his movements more desperate, the intensity growing with every touch. Your hands found his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as you held onto him, the sensation overwhelming.

He reached down, his fingers finding your hand and lacing them together, pinning it to the bed beside you.

His lips found yours again, the kiss bruising, his tongue swiping across your lower lip as he swallowed the sounds you were making.

His rhythm started to falter, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his release, his breath panting in your ear, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm close." he whispered, his voice ragged, his words catching in his throat, his hand tightening around yours. He moved faster, his kisses becoming sloppier, his touch becoming more desperate.

"Come with me." he murmured, his words barely more than a whisper, but the command was clear.

He changed his angle slightly, hitting that spot again, and you could feel the tension in his body

The sensation of his body and the words sent you over the edge, your back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over you, your grip on his hand tightening as you rode out the waves, his hand squeezed back.

As you came down, he held you, his chest heaving, his pulse racing. He kissed you again, his touch gentler now, his hand releasing your own to stroke your face.

"I love you ~" he murmured against your lips, his breath still unsteady, his words filled with affection and relief.

He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him, your head resting on his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist, holding you close. He placed light kisses on your forehead, his thumb tracing idle circles on your skin, the after-shocks of pleasure still coursing through your body.

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Goodbye fags, time for disappear for 2 months again

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kayfabe-is-king · 22 days ago

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“My place is next to this man…”

Nigel really just declared his eternal love for Uncle Tony in the middle of the ring.

#fanfic writers you know what to do!#tony schiovane #nigel mcguinness #aew #all elite wrestling #aew spoilers #all elite wrestling spoilers #aew dynamite #aew dynamite spoilers

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livsjaded · 2 months ago

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PRECIOUS!!

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bijouxcarys · 11 months ago

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𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒅 ~ 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

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𝘈 𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘕 𝘙𝘌𝘐𝘎𝘕𝘚 𝘈𝘜. 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞. 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘌𝘟.

𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘐𝘚 𝘈𝘋𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘋.

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itskybabes-blog · 5 months ago

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Tapped Out

Daniel Garcia x fem!wrestler!reader

Warning: angst, swearing, references to sex… I’m really a saint

wc: 2.2k

Merry Christmas and happy hols🥰

Disclaimer: this has been written by someone with dyslexia. Please forgive all spelling and grammar mistakes.

His time spent on the sidelines halted the good thing you had going on. You, Y/N, were new to AEW but already an established star on the indies, picking up women’s belt after women’s belt (even a few men’s titles too) along the way. You were the big ‘I am’, a rising superstar – something Daniel knew all about.

It’s something you bonded over. Being young and living out your dreams on TV every Wednesday, you often found comfort in knowing that – whatever you went through – he could understand. And soon, all the big group hangouts at the club or whatnot turned into casual one-on-one meetups, which led to you guys texting all the time. Before you knew it, your ankles were pinned to your ears and he was digging in your gold until daybreak.

You let your best friend back home about the sneaky link-ups you had with the Buffalo kid but, at work, no one could ever know that Y/W/N was getting rammed over a roadie case in an abandoned corridor of whatever arena they were in that week. That the duo would soothe each other’s wounds once they got back to the hotel and would fuck cuddle up, savouring their solo time together. One time, it was pretty close.

In front of their friends, they act chummy. They might share the odd loving stare every now and again, but – for the most part – you acted like you usually would when hanging out with them: just friendly.

“Oh, Y/N! Don’t let me forget to hook you up with my boy, Nathan,” Isiah called out across the seating area while you waited for your turn to bowl. You can see Daniel’s head whip around to look at you with a dumbfounded look while Skye cheers for herself because she knocked over eight pins on her first go. The clanging in the background got louder and your heart pounded because you were scared Dare Bear would take it the wrong way.

Scrunching up your eyebrows, you asked Isiah, “Who?” before he reminded you that you asked him to recommend you an amazing tailor for a new gear idea.

“Oh, I thought you were setting me up or sum,” you mutter, melting back into your seat as embarrassment set in. Daniel also lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, giggling along with his best friend. Seems like all was restored – or so you thought.

“But seriously, Y/N. When are you gonna get yourself a foinnneee man?” Aminata jovially asked.

“We talking about Y/N?” Skye says, exchanging places with her boo Kyle before returning to her seat. “Girl, if you need help, just say that! Aminata and I have a 100% success rate.”

You scoff. “Who have you hooked up?” you remark.

“100% of nothing is still something!” She says before poking out her tongue. You and Aminata roll your eyes at her before her face drops into a sarcastic look of surprise, “What did I do?”

You catch a glimpse of Danny. He’s looking in your direction but it doesn’t seem like he sees you. He’s looking through you with this directionless glaze glossing over his eyes. You want to see if he’s OK but you don’t wanna blow you guys’ cover.

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?” you ask quickly, instantly regretting the fact that you have given the duo to permission to pester you with date requests from mediocre men.

Aminata and Skye squeal as they promise that they “won’t let you down” and expect to be bridesmaids at your wedding.

You felt like you had eyes on you all night long, often catching Danny’s – now filled with fire. You couldn’t even comfortably celebrate the fact you won at bowling because, while everyone jested and congratulated you, all you could focus on was how Danny towered over you quietly.

Well, he told you how he felt that night. Like always, Daniel snuck into your room an hour after you settled in. You were already a little nervous because you wondered if he thought your eyes were wondering but – in actuality – he was your everything. He filled your heart with the warmth of 10 million suns. So when he just walked into your room without giving you a kiss, a “heyyyy,” or even a smile, your heart sank to the depths of the earth.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask him, taken aback by his demeanour. He’s always so caring with you.

He sits on the edge of the bed and rubs hands together. “Are you dating other people?” He rebutted back, staring deep into your soul.

Your eyes widen as you quickly move across the room to caress his face. “No, I haven’t,” you replied.

“Why would you accept their offer to set you up on dates like that shit’s sweet?”

“I didn’t know what else to say to get out of the situation-”

“I don’t know. Maybe, you could say you got one?”

“Then they’d ask me who. I… I-"

"You what? Want to go hop on another man's dick? What the fuck is this even meant to be?" Danny cuts you off and aggressively stands up, making you take a step back.

You've never discussed exactly what the levels of this fling was. You were more than happy to keep it between the two of you, but this was more than two friends getting into a situationship. You guys discussed your life plans with one another, heard each other out and were one another's peace. All the stress and chaos from the outside world couldn't seep into you guys' bubble (well, it has), but you hadn’t explicitly told one another that you're strictly dating them.

You blink blankly at Daniel, hoping that if you stay quiet, the stress of the conversation would go away.

Daniel takes a step closer to search your face again. "Do you even want to date me?" he says, a little dejected this time. His breathing is heavy, fanning over your lips – driving you wild because all you want to do is kiss him.

"Of course I do," you whisper, scared that your voice will forsake you.

"Then what are we doing here?" Danny asked again, looking away from you. Your fingers touch his chin again, guiding his face to look at yours.

"I really, really like you, Danny," you tell him. "Now, if you don’t want anything serious, I get it like you're some hot wrestling star travelling the world. You can have any girl you want, so why pick lil ol' me? Don't feel like I'm holding you-"

Daniel smashed his lips on yours for a sloppy make-out session, letting his hands cruising all over your curves. You expel all the air from your lungs in the kiss and rip yourself away from those moreish swollen lips of his.

“Why did you do that?” Daniel shrugs his shoulders and drags you over to the bed, sitting down and placing you on his lap.

“I really, really, really like you too, Y/N,” he admits before turning his attention to an area he knows you love him nibbling at; your neck. He peppered kisses down it, earning a breathy whimper from you.

“Would any of those dates know your body like I do?” He whispered in your ear. “Any of them gonna make you feel how I make you feel?”

You bite your lip and vigorously shake your head. He chuckled into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

However, in this erotic moment, a surge of confidence overtook you. “Can I get a reminder for how good you make me feel?” you tease, cheekiness dripping of your tone.

Let’s say there was no more confusion between the two of you about where you stood with one another.

You guys continued to text and socialise in your friendship group like normal until Daniel had that blood-thirsty All Out match with MJF.

You wanted to give him your love in person before his match, knowing that the New Yorkers planned something brutal for the fans. But you were stuck on a medical bench, getting checked after being knocked out by Mercedes Moné and Kamille while pursuing the former’s TBS and NJPW Strong championships. You shot Daniel a text, hoping it’d be enough but that was the last time you communicated with him.

The doctor said you had no signs of a concussion and were good to go, so you left the room with the mission to find your man (if you can call him that yet). You didn’t have to look far as he was being rushed inside of the medical room next to you.

You tried to ask what was wrong and get some sort of explanation for someone but no one would talk to you. That’s the only downfall of keeping your relationship on the low.

You pace around the halls, trying to expend all the nervous energy you had because all you wanted to know is if Danny was OK. It didn’t seem like you’d get that answer until you saw Isiah walking down the hall with two duffels in hand. You waved him down quickly.

“What happened to Daniel?” you asked him with a scared look on your face, thinking MJF knocked him out again.

“He’s all good. Don’t worry, sis!” The Brooklynite reassures you. “He’s tired so I think he’s just gonna go back to the hotel and get some rest.”

You nod your head and tell Isiah to send him your love before running back to your locker room and freshening up. When you finally make it back to the hotel, you check to see if Daniel read any of your texts – to which, he didn’t. Strange.

You checked his location (you had each others to make it easier to find one another quicker) and saw that he was at the hotel so why is he not reading your messages? You sent a last text sharing your floor and room number and stayed awake, hoping for a text back.

Your alarm abruptly woke you up. Awkwardly hanging off of the edge of the bed, you found yourself still in your loungewear with your glasses on and your phone in your hand showing that he never read your message.

Disappointed, you dragged yourself around your room to pack and do what you needed to do to catch your plane back home. You tried to call Daniel to tell him you got home safely like you always did, but his phone was off. Stranger.

You spent weeks waiting by the phone, wondering why your best friend and confidant wasn’t talking to you like you were used to. You told each other everything down to the smallest details and there’s been so much you’re holding in because you need to tell Danny first. So, this period of silence is secretly cut you up.

“Oh, girl, get over that bum now!” Your childhood friend Shania told you during your weekly catchup over some red wine and assorted pastries. “Doesn’t he know his 30 minutes was up a long time ago?”

You both sniggered, reminiscing on the funny Tiffany Polard meme.

“I know, but he was my friend first. I just want to know that he’s alright.”

And he was alright, for sure. Rolling his suitcase through the corridor with his shades on with his typical bounce, he looked just as great as he did before. For months, you’ve been trying to convince yourself that he’s a dick for just airing you like that – but seeing him now flooded your mind with all the same feelings as before.

The leather vest was a nice touch, too. Oh, how you’d love to stroke it, maybe even scrap your acrylic nails down it while you ride him like a bronco bull, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

You froze in place when your eyes landed on him and, when he noticed you, you could see his jawline tighten – something he does when he’s nervous and avoidant.

“Shit,” you scream internally, quickly looking away in hopes that he would just walk right past you… and he did.

Why didn't he want to talk to you? Considering all you shared with one another and how vulnerable you allowed yourself to be, how did he find the audacity to just drop you like he did your panties that one night? Focus! He cannot get away with this.

You feel the rage you've had for months bubble up again and your face contorted into one of fury. "It's like that?" you babble to yourself before marching back to your locker room.

You’ll just have to show him what he’s been missing, then.

#aew #wrestling #all elite wrestling #aew x reader #pro wrestling #daniel garcia #daniel garcia x reader #wrestler x reader #Daniel Garcia one shot #Daniel Garcia fan fiction #wrestling fan fiction #black fanfic writer

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anonybaby · 3 months ago

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You saw it, I saw it, we all saw it… and in typical fashion, I had to write about it please enjoy my humble tease in honor of tonight’s Elimination Chamber:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63513790/chapters/162755203

#randy orton #cody rhodes #candy #the rock #dwayne the rock johnson #roman reigns and cody rhodes #roman reigns #don’t even know how to tag this tbh #wrestling #ao3 writer #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #fan fic writing #wwe fanfiction #fan fic rec

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the-kipsabian · 1 year ago

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wrestling fic writers!!

i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months

if you read this, please add links to your written works. it can be just a single fic youre really proud of, your writing blog, your writing tag, your ao3 account, anything where your works can be found

and if you leave your link here, PLEASE check out someone else that has left their works, and interact with them. leave them a comment, even just a kudos, REBLOG their fic, etc. interacting is the keyword i want to emphasize here, along with building a sort of a masterpost of where to find people writing in this fandom

and if you are not a writer, youre still highly encouraged to interact with this post and share it and show love to the writers in this fandom, obviously!! i think that should go without saying, but adding it in anyways

a bit more about my vision and resources and such under the read more, but thats the gist of it. happy linking and please be kind and supportive to each other!! 💜

nobody is too big or too small to add their things on this list. if you write and post anything in this fandom whatsoever, be it fics or drabbles or headcanons, any companies or any kind of ships or reader inserts or any content whatsoever no matter how 'dead dove dont eat' or hell even if its just meta, we welcome all here and nobody can say that one thing is less valid than another. just please tag your content accordingly, especially if theres content warnings, and feel free to mention what you write, who you write, any info you wish to leave that would help people before they click on your links. but even so, that should not and hopefully will not deter people from interacting, no matter what it is. someones trash is another ones treasure, i promise you

and unless the amount gets really overwhelming, im personally going to be checking out everyone that leaves something here. unless it squeaks me out, but even then, i'll spread the word. and i just wish as many people as possible will do the same, and not just use this as a potential board to only get eyes on their stuff. ofc thats also the point, but you should give as much, if not more, than you get. we need to be kind and supportive of one another (besides, from personal experience, if you show love to someone else, they are more likely to do it back than without you taking the first step, so... pay it forward)

as for resources, heres a few links that should be helpful in leaving comments and feedback. of course everyone does their own thing and no comment is too big or too small to leave, but for those who need them. if you have anything you'd like added to this list, dont hesitate to get in touch or drop it in the post yourself!!

101 comment starters

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kudos html

dont know how to comment? easy solutions

a quick hot guide to commenting (by yours truly)

an overall guide to appreciating fanfic writers

and just in general.. leave people comments. leave them asks about their projects. just go over and gush about their work. i know it sounds embarrassing but writers love nothing more than to hear that someone likes what they are doing. if you find a fic that hasnt been updated in forever, comment on it. it might just be the spark the author needs to continue. while kudos and likes are nice, and just as valuable to some, its definitely in the words the people leave for them that matter the most. im not saying this to put pressure on anyone, its just how it is, and i feel like unless people are writers themselves, and even then sometimes, thats just hard to grasp, especially if the writer is a smaller and less popular one who doesnt get a lot of traffic in the first place

i think thats all. just be nice and considered to everyone, reblog peoples works, this post with others add ons and so forth. and if i find anyone talking shit here or at other writers for something they share, you'll be blocked and im probably taking your kneecaps. be fucking nice. we are all struggling here and we need to stick together

happy sharing and commenting 💜💜

#wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fic #aew fanfic #aew fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #i hope this make some sort of coherent sense #despite being a writer im really bad at words lmao #i also dont know what to tag this with without clogging main tags so im going to trust moots to get this going first #just. this is a topic im passionate about. i love writing i love writers and having seen the wrestling fandom as of late really struggling #with this. we need to do something. even a little bit helps. actually get people leaving feedback and commenting again #supporting each other. we can do this together #dont let dreams be dreams lets fucking do this #just be nice and help each other out #im gonna stop now before i get overly emotional. if theres any questions let me know tho i think i got the main parts pretty clear here #again moots. im trusting you to get this started. im not gonna add my own shit here immediately this isnt about me #this is about the community as a whole #i also hope nobody is afraid of adding themselves here. you are all valid and worth the attention no matter what #just remember to also give if you leave something here. look at the previous links. look in the notes to find more people #okay thats it i need to make dinner now #lets just be kind and support one another. promise me that 💜#night is an absolute mess on main

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livsbrutalitys-blog · 1 year ago

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Unfinished business

Pt. 1

summary: you and Rhea have known each other since you were teenagers training at the same wrestling school except only one of you made it to the big screen but now it was time for you both to share that same fate.

pt.2|

trope: enemies to lovers

warning(s): SMUT (eventually), ANGST, swearing, yelling, DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA (lmk if i missed any)

pairing(s): rhea x f!reader, judgment day x reader (not romantic), and more but there’s to many :)

a/n: this is going to be a series, i’m not sure how many parts but this is my first time writing a series or anything like this so please be kind and if you have any helpful advice or tips lmk <3

Backstory

You had moved to Adelaide at the age of 16 to train at this very wrestling school. Luckily you had family that lived in Austrailia and your parents always let you follow your dreams and be your own person. Your first day at the school you had been so nervous slightly second guessing your re-location. Your nerves were suddenly calmed by a hand on your arm. Your head whipped around to see who was behind you.

"Hey my name is Demi, this your first day?" She said with a welcoming smile and her accent thick, it took you a moment to gather your thoughts because the girl that you had just met just so happened to also be the most beautiful girl you've ever met.

"uh-yeah, it's nice to meet you my name is y/n" you said sitting your bag down on the floor against the wall. You stood back up and started putting your hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face.

She stared at you like you hung the stares and the moon. You noticed her out of the corner of your eye, not thinking much of it at the time but you took note and stored this moment in the back of your brain.

" good to meet you y/n, can't wait to kick your ass out there" she said smirking at you waiting for what you were going to say. " Your on but be prepared to have your day ruined cause you have no idea what I'm capable of" you said walking close to her, tilting your head up slightly to meet her gaze.

She enjoyed the playful banter, she chuckled walking past you to go meet the trainer. You followed behind her just a few moments later after putting the rest of your things in your bag.

Once you made your way to the group that was training with you the trainer started to speak "Alright ladies and gentleman welcome back to another wonderful day of wrestling, How is everyone feeling today?". The group collectively said 'good', "Great now we are gonna start a little different today since you may have noticed with have a new student joining us today" He said pointing at you quickly, you did a small wave to everyone.

"Okay y/n we are gonna go over some of our basic rules real quick" you nodded waiting for him to speak again. "Rule one, when you are in the training area everyone goes by their ring name so if you have chosen yours, great, if not then get to choosing kid you have a free pass tonight but next session I wanna hear you using your ring name" he said waiting for you to nod or something so he could continue. But, you already had one picked out so you spoke up, "I actually already have one, it's the one I've been using since I was at my last wrestling school" you said in an up-beat tone. "Ok, well, let's hear it" he said impressed that you had already had one and felt confident using it at another facility. "It's y/r/n" you said with confidence, "Alright, sounds good, I like it, it's very original, good job kid" he said with a nod of approval.

"Alright and rule number two, do not and I mean absolutely do not bring your personal life into your wrestling life. You wanna date someone in this group, I'm not one to stand in the way of love but that love needs to say at the door." You nodded agreeing, you never planned to combine the two but it was a great rule to have.

"So, now that all of that is out of the way let's get to kicking some ass!" he said in a more energetic tone. "Y/r/n I want you to start us out, wanna see what you can do and what we need to work on, Rhea I want you in there with her" he said motioning towards the ring and moving out of the way to allow you two to slide in the ring and your now standing just a few inches apart.

You start feeling those familiar nerves build up in your gut. You let out a deep breath shoving those feelings down because it's not like you can walk out of the ring and fly back home now. Rhea noticed the anxious look on your face she mouthed to you as to not draw attention to you "You got this". That's all it took for a strong wave of confidence to wash over you.

"Okay, ladies we are gonna start with some basics" he said instructing you with a strong accent. "Let's go ahead and do some grappling" you waited for his cue to move towards the buff girl ahead of you. You lock up, her hands on your shoulders and yours on her shoulders shoving each other back and forth. Suddenly you dropped to the ground and perfectly executing an arm drag with her landing on her back.

She stood up but for that she smacked the mat in frustration. She was not messing around now, she was in full Rhea mode. You grabbed her arm and swung under it as you twisted her muscular limb. Once you fully up again she turned towards you with a look of discomfort on her face from her arm being twisted in an unnatural direction. In a split second her fist was connecting with your cheek, sending you down to the mat in pain. She wasted no time pouncing on you, grabbing a fist full of your hair in her hands, dragging you back up to your feet. Once you were back up you couldn't think of anything else so you just bitch slapped her. She let go of your hair to put a hand on her face and then glaring back at you. You were totally fucked.

"Alright, alright guys that was good and y/r/n I'm impressed to fair I didn't see a lot but you held your own and that's what I'm looking for" you smiled to yourself not wanting to seem conceited in anyway. Rhea stood behind you leaning in to whisper. "That was good and might I say you have one hell of a slap" she said pulling back with a chuckle. "How about this, you two are gonna have a match right here right now" you looked at Rhea to try and read her to see if she was up to it. "I'm down if you are y/r/n?" she said looking at you waiting for your response. "Of course, how could I pass up kicking your ass. Ripley" you said with a mischievous look on your face and saying the last part with a hint of aggression.

The bell rang and you two were sizing each other up. You made the first move, running to her and kneeing her in the stomach. She stumbled back to collect herself but you didn't let up throwing uncoordinated punches and slaps at her back while she was hunched over. She finally caught one of your hits and you realized you did not think this through. She pulled your arm and slung you into the corner, once you hit the turnbuckle you looked up and she was hurdling towards you and she jumped up and dropped kicked you right in the chest. That blow sent you crumbling to the mat laying there clutching your chest and coughing. She pulled you up and threw your limp body over her broad shoulders carrying back to the same turnbuckle and sitting you on the very top. A surge of adrenaline rushed through you as you slowly sat back up as she was climbing to meet you at the top of the ropes. You used all you strength to push her off. She stumbled back in shock as to how you mustered up the strength to fight back. You waited till she was fully alert again and stood up tall on the top rope you jumped putting all your faith in your aim and in Rhea's ability to catch you. You landed on her shoulders and then slung your body down to send her flying, her doing a messy front flip from all the momentum traveling through her body.

The match went on for about another five minutes and you guys were laid out on the mat. You decided to take advantage of getting up before her. You decided to submit her because all of your pin attempts have failed miserably. You locked in a prism lock, she was writhing below you and you were using all your strength to hold her up eventually you couldn't anymore so you placed a knee on her upper back and twisted her like a pretzel. She finally smacked the mat, giving into your torture.

You dropped her body to the mat and looked down at her. You squatted down to her and leaned your head in to whisper "What was all that talk about you kicking my ass huh?" She groaned and glared up at you. "I'll get you next time" and she wasn't kidding, after that day you guess had a heated rivalry going.

Even though you guys had a serious rivalry going you never hated her and you two knew that the tension and fighting was only improving both of your wrestling abilities.

One day a couple years later you were 21 and Rhea had just turned 22. You two were still training at the same school but now you were training the younger students while also competing in the indie circuit. You had become the the IWJP champion in your time in Japan, and now making your way inside the facility to do some training and teaching later that day. You sat your things down and you were tying your hair up, once it was up you stood up from your crouched position and turned around unexpectedly she was also here. You didn't think she would be here since she had been in the U.S trying out for WWE NXT, you had felt a lot of jealousy towards her for that, it had always been your dream to make it to WWE but she managed to do it before you.

You walked past her with no intention on speaking to her since you knew how you felt and she did to. She saw you walk past and felt a little hurt you didn't at least wave or say a quick greeting. She hopped of the ring apron and made her way over to you. " Aw is someone still mad that I managed to get a try out and they wouldn't even think to reach out to you" she said with a mocking tone, now was not the time for her to be messing with you. Your head slowly turned towards her "You know what Rhea soon the WWE is gonna realize who really belongs there and it's not you. In the meantime I'll be in Japan as a matter of fact across the world gaining more titles while your still just training to hopefully even make it on TV. So, you have fun in states just hoping you make at least one TV appearance I'll be here putting in work and carrying a new title every time you come back" you said glaring up at her and speaking with an aggressive tone. She chuckled at what you said but you both knew she was gonna make it and you were just upset she wasn't gonna be here for much longer. It was true you were gonna miss her even when she destroyed you in the ring.

"You know what y/r/n, your delusional, you'll never see the inside of a WWE ring unless it's from the stands and you paid to be there. I'll be on the big screen and you'll still be here training other people, not even trying to make any of your dreams come true" you were stunned at her sudden aggression but to be honest you were used to squabbles like this with Rhea. You nodded and walked away flipping her off as you were making your way over to the lifting area. She chuckled and went back into the ring she was training in.

Suddenly Rhea's phone rang and you heard it from where you were since the building wasn't that big. She walked over to her back that was on the stairs beside the ring. She quickly grabbed her phone and answered it. You only heard a few yes's and some ok's coming from her but you also saw the nodding of her head but what was most noticeable was the growing excitement on her face as her eyes lit up she said a quick "ok thank you so much, I'll be there in the afternoon tomorrow" her accent thicker than ever caused by the amount of excitement. She hung up and quickly gathered her things, she was quickly making her way out of the building but before that she went up to same trainer she had been working with since she was young girl. You couldn't hear what was said but you saw them share a quick hug and the look on his face was one of a proud father.

You hadn't seen or heard from her in months. You called and texted but to no avail. Where did she go? Is she ok? Can she just please respond to me?

You tried texting her again but gave up hope. You were sat on your couch in your small apartment, you decided to turn on the TV and watch WWE NXT UK. The show started and you weren't paying much attention as you had started scrolling on Instagram. That was until you heard something that caught your attention immediately. The ring announcer was saying her name, you almost thought you were hearing things that was until she appeared on your screen. She looked so different, her hair was short and a light shade of brow, her outfit was dark and edgy. Your mouth hung open as you saw her, you watched the match in shock and a little bit of anger. It was nearing the end and Rhea was going for her finisher, little did you know she took some inspiration from you and locked in your signature prism lock. This bitch really stole my move, you thought. After she won and held her first title a fire was lit inside you and you worked harder than ever to catch her and prove that you deserve to be there too.

Present day

You had been apart of a new wrestling promotion in the US called AEW. It was WWE's biggest rivalry, you were so close but after a few years of working your way up to the top you were finally happy. You were sat on the plane checking your email while waiting to land in the next city, that's when you saw an email that stuck out. It was from your agent, the agent you were kind of forced to get since you were one of if not the biggest female wrestler in the world right now, you held so many titles across the world but mostly in Japan and AEW. You opened the email and it read:

Good morning y/n I hope this finds you well. I have just received a call from WWE management and they really want to talk to you about signing with them. I know how we have talked about making it to the big time and now it's here. The decision is all yours, please call me once you land and we can talk more.

Your hand covered your face in disbelief. Your friends noticed and they nudged you snapping you out of your thoughts. "Hey you ok?" Your close friend Ruby said. "Yeah, I just got an email from my agent s'all " you said glancing at her then back down to your email. "Oh, really, what'd it say?" she said inquisitively "Uh, nothing everything's good, I'm just dramatic" you tried to distract her from earlier by being sarcastic. You felt bad that you couldn't tell her but if you were gonna make the move it had to be done in secret to really keep it a surprise.

You got off the plane and immediately called your agent. You spoke with her for a few minutes and luckily you there wasn't a show tonight because now you were jumping in your rental car and drove for about 2 hours to a city close by to meet with WWE management. You haven't decided if you were gonna leave AEW yet but you wanted to hear what they had to offer. You made it to the arena WWE was performing in that night and went in the back to avoid being spotted by fans or talent.

"Hi, y/n it's great to finally meet you" Stephanie said sticking her hand out for a handshake. "It's great to meet you too, Stephanie, I'm excited to hear what you guys are planning" you shook her hand firmly. You walked behind the powerful woman. You finally made it to her office for the night, "please have a seat, make yourself comfortable, who knows maybe this'll become your new home" she said motioning to the couch as she sat across from you in a comfortable looking arm chair. You chuckled at the last part of what she said, "ok y/n we have a few idea's" she said making her self comfortable and crossing her legs making eye contact with you.

"Alright let's hear 'em" you said looking at her. "So as you might know we have Wrestlemania coming up in a month and I'd love for you to be apart of it. We already have a match going on for the Women's World Title" you nodded and she continued "We want you to start your WWE journey by interfering in the finish of the match. Our title holder is Rhea Ripley." the name sent shivers down your spine. You didn't know she was the title holder since you had stopped watching WWE when you joined the rival company. It had been years since you saw her or heard anything more than a brief mention of her reign of dominance on the women's division.

"I understand you two have a long history" you nodded hiding the look of nervousness on your face. She continued to explain her plan and you liked it a lot. The feelings you had for Rhea had reappeared as she continued to talk. "You know what Stephanie" you pause briefly, "I'm in, let's do this" you said with a wave of confidence washing over you. She looked at you with pure excitement in her eyes. "Alright well I'm glad to hear that, I'm even more excited to have you joining our family your gonna fit in just perfect here" she said as she initiated a quick hug. You hugged her back, you were walking out of the arena and back to your car as you saw something. It was quick but it caught all your attention, you saw a broad figure, backside facing you. She was walking in, she didn't see you thank god. But you surely saw her. She was more muscular than you remember, her hair was black like a raven and her skin was covered in beautiful works of art. The tattoo's she had always talked about wanting to get.

You made the journey back to your designated city for the night and you laid in your bed. You emailed your agent and let her know what happened with Stephanie. Your agent called you and then discussed the next steps. She contacted AEW management and set up a meeting with them. The meeting was happening the next night before the show.

You did your nightly routine and climbed into bed. Your thoughts were all over the place but finally you drifted off to sleep. Once you woke up you hopped in the shower. You got out and got dressed and ready to head to the arena. On your way there you were nervous to tell your management about your decision to leave. You made it to the arena and walked inside, waving at the fans that were camped out at the fence and walked up to few kids that wanted pictures. You always loved talking to the fans because you were human too. You got to the locker room and put your stuff up. You found your agent waiting outside and you two walked to Tony's office and knocked on the door, he answered "come on in" he said moving to the side as he held the door open for you and your agent. After about an hour of discussion, you and the team had devised a plan for your last night. You were gonna drop your title, the AEW TBS Championship, to your long time friend, Julia Hart. You had no problem doing this since you viewed her as a little sister, she deserved the title and you were over the moon that you'd be able to give it to her.

You asked if you could be the one to tell her since you also had to tell her that you would be leaving. You waited for her to get to the arena, "Hi gorgeous" she said in a giddy tone as she hugged you. "Oh, hi, how was your drive" you said happily returning her embrace. "Ugh, I hate being stuck in the car with those guys, y'know, it's like a testosterone overload 24/7" you laughed at her "I'm sorry you had to be stuck in there, buuuuuutttt I have some good and bad news for you" you said to her as she finished putting her things up. She gasped "Someone finally told MJF to shut the hell up!!" you laughed once more as did she "no, no, no, but someone should really do that" you said with a brief pause. "you, my friend" you said pointing at her and taking a step forward "you are going over tonight" you said waiting for her to say something. "OH MY GOD WHAT!" she said jumping up and down with excitement and jumping into your arms. "wait" she letting go of you, "who's putting over" she said confused and you pointed to your self. "WHAT! oh my god, we get to finally have a match together!" she said with more excitement.

You guys had been clamoring for a match together but it always got shut down. Tears threatened to spill as you saw how excited she was. "I can't wait for them to announce you as champion tonight Jules" you said going for another hug. "What? Your dropping your title? To me? NO! You are the greatest champion this promotion has ever seen you cant just drop it to me!" she said with a little anger and a hint of sadness as she got a feeling of what the bad news might be. "Julia you deserve it, you've worked your ass of to get here and it's time for the world to show you some respect" you said convincingly, she nodded as you continued. "Ok now the bad news" you paused glancing to her, "Tonight is my last match" you both became teary eyed, she knew that was coming as soon as you said she was gonna be champion.

"I-i-i can't believe it. Your really leaving?" She questioned you hoping that she heard you wrong. "Yes, and I'm leaving knowing that my best friend is gonna be champion and is gonna continue kicking ass" you said trying to cheer her up. It was part of the business, friends leave and move on to other things, you both knew this very well and understood. "Thank you y/n, Thank you for trusting me enough for you to drop your title to me" she said. You nodded not being able to speak since you were torn up about leaving her.

You made your final entrance with your title, putting on your mean face as you made your way down the ramp. Julia's music hit and she made her was down the ramp and to the ring. The match lasted for 10 minutes, that was 10 minutes of you trying to soak up every last bit of the crowds energy. She finally got the 3 count and rose up off the mat, grabbing the title and holding it high. The show went to a commercial break as the lights dimmed slightly you two embraced each other tightly, not knowing when you'll see each other again. The crowd noticed at the last second and let out a simultaneous "Awe" you held her and pulled away and grabbed her face and whispered to her. "I believe in you, you can do this, keep being you, do what you do best a whoop ass, ok?" you said to her as she nodded soaking up your words of encouragement. "I love you, Jules, if you ever need me, you know where to reach me" you said "Ok, I will and if you need me just call me, good luck, I love you y/n" you kissed the top of her head and pulled away and walked away, out of the ring, leaving her in there alone with her music playing loudly as she held up her title with confidence. She glanced at you making your way back stage, you felt her glance and turned around and waved her goodbye and blew her kiss with a smile at your face feeling proud of her.

You got to your locker room and got ready to leave. You said goodbye to all your friends and acquaintances, you walked out teary eyed. You got back to your hotel and laid on the bed lost in your thoughts as your phone started going off. You grabbed it and unlocked it, your comment section was going crazy with a mix of the fans emotions some sad, some happy, some started speculating what might be going on. None of them guess right though. You plugged your phone up for the night and drifted of to sleep.

You woke up to Stephanie calling you and asking you to meet her in Florida at the PC. You jumped on the first flight out and while you were on your flight you scrolled through Instagram. Swiping through stories and the biggest news on your feed was you and Julia's match last night. You went to her account and saw she posted a heart-felt message that made you tear up a bit. The message ended the way you thought it would, at the bottom it read:

"...But in the end, The house always wins."

#rhea ripley x reader #julia hart #aew dynamite #aew rampage #aew wrestling #rhea ripley #rhea ripley angst #angst #wwe x y/n #wwe x reader #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wrestling #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #fanfic

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allmyn1ghts · 1 year ago

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Can I pls have Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader where they confess their feelings for each other in the rain with the prompts "I didn't know people like you existed" + "I wasn't expecting you to change my life... but you did"? Make it fluffy!

confessions in the rain ༘⋆✿

Dominik Mysterio x fem!reader

synopsis: you and dom finally confess those hidden feelings :)

warnings: none! just fluff and some cursing

wc: 871

a/n: thank you for this super cute request, I hope I did it justice! enjoy, love! <3

Dominik was your best friend and the man you've been swooning over the past year.

A year ago you couldn't stand the thought of him or the rest of The Judgement Day. You felt that their presence every Monday night was just… annoying to say the least. But, After many many many attempts at getting you to join, you finally gave in. Rhea was the one who convinced you.

“C'mon y/n think about all the opportunities we could get you! You could be the next Women’s Champion. I've seen how hard you've been working for that opportunity. Let JD help you.”

"Fine, but if you guys screw me over, it's not gonna be pretty"

"Now why would we do that y/n?" she says with her signature smirk

So here you are now, the women's Champion, with the four people you now consider family. Shortly after joining, you realized that they weren't that terrible after all. And that's also when you stopped seeing Dom as a nuisance and saw him as the sweet and caring person he truly is. Out of everyone, you and Dom were the closest. The two you just clicked, always together, whether it be ringside supporting each other or just chilling, y'all were inseparable. Your little crush on Dom didn't go unnoticed either. The group often teased you when Dom wasn't around.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up Preist, I wasn't even looking at him”

“Sure”

“Finn, have you seen Dom? I gotta talk to him before his match”

“Nope, I haven't seen your little boyfriend, I'm surprised you don't know where he is.”

“Ha ha very funny, thanks for your help.”

“Anytime love!”

Each day your feelings for him grew and you only hoped he felt the same. Telling him the truth was always on your mind. Could it possibly ruin the friendship you have with him? Maybe. but, you never know unless you try… right? Yeah, that wasn't an option at the moment.

After an eventful Raw, it was time for everyone to get back to the hotel. Everyone seemed to have left already except for you and Dom. It was weird, the five of you guys usually always left together. “You whipped some major ass out there!’ you complimented Dom as the two of yall packed up. “You think so? Felt like I didn't give my best tonight.” he shrugs. “Dom you always give a good show, dont doubt it.” He smiles at your comment. “Now cmon, I think the cab is here” You wrap an arm around his neck and head towards the exit. What you didn't know is that one, it was raining, and two, once you exit, you can't get back in.

“Oh shit! I didn't know it was gonna be pouring out here,” you said running toward the door. You attempted to open the door. “What the…” you tried again. “Dom I think we're stuck out here…” You begin to anxiously laugh at the situation. “You know this is your fault right” You look at Dom like he has two heads. “My fault?! How was I supposed to know it was gonna be pouring out and-” “Relax y/n, I'm just fucking with you” he laughs at your mini outburst.

“You're an asshole, you know that right?” the uncomfortable feeling of being wet starting to sink in.

“An asshole you looove”

“Yeah right, in your dreams”

The two of you laugh and settle into a comfortable silence.

Dom notices you start to shiver. “Here take my jacket” He handed it to you and you put it on quickly. “Thanks” you smile to yourself. Little acts like this is what made you fall in love with him, if only you could tell him that. Minutes pass by still waiting for transportation, and the two of you switch between looking at your phones or watching the rain fall peacefully. Dom decides to break that comfortable silence.

“Y/n can I tell you something?”

“Of course, what's up”

He turns to look down at you. “I don't know why I have this sudden urge to tell you this but fuck it,” you look at him confused. “Y/N I like you, a lot." Oh? Oh. "Even before you joined JD, when you hated my guts. You're- you're just so perfect, and funny, and beautiful and I can't explain what you do to me, but I love it. I didn't know people like you existed. You mean a lot to me and I don't even know if you feel the same b-” You cut him off, putting your hand on his wet cheek, and smile. “Dom, I've had the biggest crush on you for months now. I'm surprised you didn't notice! He stares at you baffled. "You're lying" "I swear!" Laughs come from both of you, he leans in, kissing you softly. He's the one to break the kiss. “I wasn't expecting you to change my life... but you did" You give him the biggest smile, and as you begin to respond to him, you are interrupted by the sound of a car horn. It's Rhea, Finn, and Damien all smiling at the two of you from the car.

“About damn time!” Damien says.

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Twin Baby Surprise

Jey Uso x Black OC

Summary: Jasmine experiences severe abdominal cramps and is forced to call for an ambulance. While waiting for help, she lies down in bed, only to be shocked when she discovers a baby crowning between her legs. With no time to spare, her boyfriend’s son must step in to deliver the baby, which turns out to be twins.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the living room. Jasmine sat on the couch, attempting to relax after a long week of work. She’d planned to spend the afternoon quietly, maybe catching up on a few shows or reading, but her body had other plans.

The first sign of discomfort came as a dull ache in her lower abdomen. At first, she thought it was just indigestion or perhaps a sign that her period was approaching, but the pain grew steadily worse, sharper and insistent.

Jasmine pressed a hand to her stomach, trying to breathe through the cramps. They felt familiar, like menstrual cramps, but more intense. She shifted uncomfortably, hoping the sensation would pass, but instead, it only deepened, tightening around her like a vise.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearing 4 PM. Joshua had gone out with his twin brother, Jonathan, for a haircut, leaving Jasmine alone at the house with his 12-year-old son, Jeyce. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what was happening. The cramps didn’t feel like anything she had experienced before. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone, attempting to call Joshua, but the pain was so overwhelming she could barely focus.

Suddenly, the cramps intensified, bringing with them a wave of nausea. Jasmine staggered to her feet, clutching the couch for support. Something wasn’t right. She needed help.

“Jeyce!” she called out weakly, her voice shaky. She moved toward the hallway, but her legs felt like jelly beneath her. She stumbled, falling back onto the couch, gasping for breath as another wave of pain struck.

Jeyce appeared in the doorway, his phone pressed to his ear. He looked concerned, his brow furrowed as he glanced at her. “What’s wrong, Jasmine? You don’t look good.”

Jasmine tried to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat as a fresh contraction hit. Jeyce quickly called 911. Jasmine winced, clutching her stomach and letting out a soft moan. Jeyce, realizing something was seriously wrong, quickly pulled the phone away from his ear.

“Operator, I need an ambulance,” he said, his voice calm despite the rising panic in his eyes. “My dad’s girlfriend is in pain. She looks really sick.”

He listened to the operator’s instructions, nodding as he repeated the details of their location. Jasmine’s breath came in shallow gasps, and she struggled to sit up. “I… I don’t think I can wait,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jeyce’s eyes darted between her and the phone. He could hear the calm instructions from the operator, but he couldn’t focus on them. Something felt wrong—this wasn’t just a stomachache. The pain seemed to build, like an unstoppable force pressing down on her. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening, but everything was happening too fast.

“Jasmine, do you want to lie down?” Jeyce asked gently, moving to her side. He was still holding the phone, but the urgency in her voice made him shift into action.

She nodded, her eyes wide with fear, and Jeyce helped her to her feet. With his support, she managed to make her way to the bedroom, where she collapsed onto the bed, her breath quickening with every passing second. The room felt too hot, the air thick with panic, but she couldn’t control the sensations racing through her body.

“Just breathe, Jasmine,” Jeyce said, his voice steady as he tried to offer comfort. He didn’t know what else to do but follow the operator’s directions to the best of his ability. The calm tone in the operator’s voice only seemed to heighten the sense of urgency within him.

But as Jeyce stood by her side, Jasmine’s gaze shifted downward. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized something was happening that she couldn’t explain. Between her legs, a dark shape was emerging, a faint pressure she hadn’t felt before. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as the realization slammed into her like a freight train.

“Oh my God…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What… what is happening to me?”

Her body responded on its own as if some primal instinct had taken over. The pressure between her legs grew, and she instinctively placed a hand there, feeling the unmistakable sensation of a baby crowning. Jasmine’s eyes widened in horror and disbelief.

No. This couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t pregnant. She wasn’t prepared for this.

“Jeyce,” she gasped, trying to form words as she reached out to him, her hand trembling. “There’s… a baby is coming.”

Jeyce’s face went pale as he looked down, his eyes locking onto the sight of the baby’s head emerging between her legs. His mind was racing. He had never seen anything like this. He didn’t know what to do. He was just a kid.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” he whispered to himself, his heart pounding in his chest.

Before he could process everything, Jasmine let out a pained cry as another contraction rippled through her. Jeyce’s instincts kicked in, and he immediately crouched down beside the bed, his hands trembling as he reached for the towels nearby. His gaze shifted between Jasmine’s face and the baby emerging from her body.

“Jasmine, just keep breathing,” he said, trying to steady his own breathing as he wiped his hands on the towel. “I’m going to help you. Just stay calm.”

Jasmine’s hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles white as the next contraction hit. With a deep, guttural push, the baby’s head fully emerged, followed by the shoulders, and then—finally—the tiny body slipped free, into Jeyce’s waiting hands. He gasped, staring at the small, fragile figure in his hands. The baby let out a soft cry, a sound that echoed through the room.

For a moment, Jeyce was paralyzed, unsure of what to do next. His heart was racing in his chest, but he knew he couldn’t waste any time. He gently wrapped the baby in the towels, trying to keep her warm and comfortable. As he looked down at the tiny, squirming baby girl in his arms, he felt a surge of responsibility he couldn’t explain.

“Jasmine, it’s okay,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You did it. The baby’s here.”

But Jasmine wasn’t done. Another contraction tore through her body, and she gasped, her face contorting with pain.

“There’s another one,” she whispered in disbelief. “There’s another baby…”

Jeyce’s eyes widened. Two babies. Twin babies. The reality of the situation began to settle in. He couldn’t just sit there and wait for someone else to come. He had to act. He had no choice.

“Just breathe, Jasmine,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice steady as he watched her push again. The second baby came quickly, sliding into his hands just as easily as the first. He quickly wrapped the second baby in a towel, glancing between the two tiny girls in his arms.

Jasmine collapsed back onto the bed, her body trembling with exhaustion, her chest heaving. The pain had subsided for now, but she was still in shock. Twin girls. Twins. How was this even possible?

The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, and Jeyce’s breath caught in his throat. They were coming. Help was on the way. But for now, he was the one who had delivered them.

Minutes later, Joshua burst through the door, panic and confusion on his face. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Jasmine, lying exhausted in bed with the two newborn babies in her arms. Jeyce stood beside the bed, his phone in hand, snapping pictures of the scene.

“What the hell?” Joshua whispered, his voice shaking as he approached the bed. He glanced between Jasmine and Jeyce, the overwhelming realization dawning on him.

“Dad, I… I delivered them,” Jeyce said, his voice soft but filled with pride. “I named them. Jamari and Jamya.”

Joshua’s heart swelled with emotion. “Jeyce…” he said, his voice breaking. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for looking after Jasmine. And your baby sisters.”

Jonathan entered the room behind Joshua, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the two tiny girls in Jasmine’s arms. He stepped forward, his face filled with astonishment.

“Twin nieces?” Jonathan asked disbelief in his voice.

Jeyce nodded, his smile growing wider. “Yeah. Twin girls. Jamari and Jamya.”

Jonathan immediately pulled out his phone, eager to share the news. “Everyone needs to know. Our family is going to flip out when they hear this!”

As the family gathered around, Jasmine felt a warmth she hadn’t expected—a feeling of safety and love, even in the chaos. The twins were finally here, and despite the shock and the surprise, everything was going to be alright.

She smiled softly as she looked down at the two tiny faces in her arms. Jamari and Jamya—her daughters, their arrival was unexpected but now the greatest blessing of her life.

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𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝑶𝑪) - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝑶𝒏𝒆

Masterlist

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CW/TW: mentions of violence, implications of misogyny, trafficiking, all-around creepy behaviour, definitely a lil discrimination

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This had become Nate’s routine. Laid on her back on the bench, earbuds firmly in place as she drowned out the world with the heavy pulse of some random industrial rock playlist she found on Spotify. The weight bar hovering above her, muscles straining as she pushed through another set. Sweat dripping down her temple, soaking into the fabric of her shirt.

A desperate attempt to channel the whirlwind of emotions that came with uncovering Alexei’s depravity. She couldn’t stomach being at the house anymore, not with Boris prowling around. Not with Alexei lingering like a dark cloud. Tribeca was her sanctuary now, and the gym was where she could think.

Or not think.

She exhaled, her eyes shutting as she powered through her final rep. The bright fluorescent lights above glowed harshly against her closed lids. But as she pushed the bar back onto its rack, the light seemed to dim.

Her eyes snapped open, and her heart jolted in her chest.

“Jesus Christ!” she gasped, nearly dropping the bar in her shock.

Rhea moved in an instant, her hands gripping the bar to steady it before it could crash down onto Nate’s chest—or worse, her face. “Careful,” she said, almost teasingly. “Don’t go ruining that pretty face of yours.”

Nate sat up quickly, yanking the earbuds out of her ears. Her heart was thumping, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the weights or the sudden appearance of Rhea. “Bloody hell, Rhea! What are you doing?”

Rhea straightened, that infuriating smirk plastered on her face. “Nice to see you too,” she said. “Been a while, ‘ey?”

Grabbing a towel from the bench beside her, Nate dabbed at her face. “A while? Try ages. I haven’t heard from you since Pries–”

“I could say the same thing to you,” Rhea shrugged. “You’ve been ghosting me just as much.”

“I’ve been… around,” Nate muttered, avoiding eye contact as she reached for her water bottle.

“Right,” Rhea said sceptically. “Around.” She let the word echo, folding her arms as she studied Nate.

Nate sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to win this one. “What do you want, Ripley?”

Stepping closer, Rhea lowered her voice, speaking with a rare seriousness. “I want to talk. And here’s not exactly the best place for it.” She glanced around the gym, where a few other patrons were scattered.

Nate hesitated, instincts kicking her in the back of the head. “Talk? About…?”

“Not here,” Rhea insisted, narrowing her eyes. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“A fucking walk…” Nate mumbled, wiping her hands on the towel. “Alright,” she finally agreed, slinging the towel over her shoulder. “Let me get my stuff.”

“Good.” Rhea gave her a curt nod, moving to the side to allow Nate to get up properly and head over to where she’d put her gym bag.

“The things I do for you…” Nate continued to mutter under her breath, not caring that Rhea had heard her and only influenced the smug smile on her face.

For how cold it was outside, Rhea sure kept an unbothered air about her as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. Meanwhile, Nate shivered beneath her hoodie, her eyes flicking around as though she were mentally sifting through the myriad of problems that weighed her down and what the fuck Rhea wanted to talk to her about.

“So,” the Aussie began casually, glancing sideways at Nate. “How’ve you been? Besides the obvious stress workout back there.”

Nate gave a half-hearted shrug. “Fine. Busy.”

“Fine?” Rhea snorted. “Busy? Those words mean jack shit coming from you.”

“It’s true though,” Nate smirked. “I’ve just had a lot going on.”

“How’s Katya?”

Nate’s jaw tightened. “She’s… managing.”

Rhea nodded, watching Nate’s profile closely as they crossed the street. “You’re not gonna tell me everything, are you?”

Shooting her a sidelong leer, Nate just huffed. “Not much to tell.”

“Bullshit.” Rhea grinned. “You forget, Volkov, I know you better than most. Something’s up.”

Nate’s hand brushed over her gym bag strap, a nervous habit. “It’s just the shipment,” she said, aiming for nonchalance. “Trying to figure out who killed Priest and stole our stuff.”

“You’re still working on that?” Rhea asked as the grin faded.

Nate stopped walking, turning to face her. “And you’re not? He was your best friend, Rhea. Someone killed him and took our shipment. Whoever did it could be coming for all of us next.”

Rhea sighed, glancing down the street before locking eyes with Nate again. “We’ve been looking, alright? Judgement Day’s first thought was Bunny. You know how things were between him and Priest.”

Nate didn’t react, but her chest jolted a little.

“We went to Bunny’s compound,” Rhea continued. “Place was deserted. Shell casings everywhere, signs of a shootout. Whoever hit it didn’t leave much behind.”

All Nate could do was nod along, pretend like she wasn’t in the middle of that very shootout, right beside Roman as the chaos unfolded. Like she didn’t already know that Bunny wasn’t in any way, shape, or form involved in any of this. Admitting so was not an option.

But Rhea was vigilant. Too vigilant for her own good at times.

“You’re quiet.”

“Just thinking,” Nate muttered nonchalantly.

Rhea gave her a long, assessing once over, before continuing as though she hadn’t even asked. “Obviously we’ve considered your family.”

Nate shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I told you already—it wasn’t us. Dad has his vices, but he isn’t that stupid, you know that.”

They walked in silence for a bit further before Rhea gestured toward Duane Park. It wasn’t far, a small green space nestled among the buildings, quiet enough for a private conversation. They found a bench beneath a tree, and Nate regretted sitting as soon as the cold metal hit her legs; she knew she should have changed into jeans or something before she left the gym…

“There’s only one option left who could have orchestrated the whole thing,” Rhea leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

“And who’s that?” Nate asked.

“The Bloodline… It’s gotta be, dude, they’re the only ones with that kind of power around here.”

And without even thinking about it, Nate was on her feet, as if the icy surface of the bench had burned her. “No. It wasn’t them.”

Blinking, Rhea lifted her head to meet Nate’s suddenly elevated gaze. “And you’re sure about that?”

“Yes,” Nate firmly insisted, though she felt the cracks in her composure. “It doesn’t make sense. Why would they target Priest? Why would they steal a shipment like that when they have all the weapons in the world?”

Rhea leaned back, folding her arms as she looked her friend up and down. “Funny,” she said with a hint of humour. “You’re awfully quick to defend them.”

Nate’s throat tightened and she attempted to, tried to backtrack, to mask her mistake. “It’s not a defence. It’s logic. Roman doesn’t operate like that—if he wanted something, he’d take it head-on, not orchestrate some elaborate scheme. If he wanted that shipment, he’d just pay extra, he’d just pay more than what my dad paid for our half!”

Tilting her head, a suspicious, curious, mischievous little smile crept onto Rhea’s face, unpainted lips stretching into a dimple on her cheek. “Uh-huh…” They stared at each other, a silence tightening between them like a taut wire. Then, Rhea stood up and took a small step closer, her ocean eyes piercing through Nate’s.

“Wait… you haven’t… spent time with Roman Reigns, have you?”

Nate’s eyes flickered with alarm. “Bloody he—what? What are you talking about?” She didn’t even register just how high her voice became in her defence.

Rhea grinned. Wide. “Oh, come on, Volkov… You’re involved with Roman Reigns?”

“Alright, Ripley, keep your voice down,” Nate warned, glancing to the side to ensure no one was within earshot. “And no, I’m not, so drop it, will ya?” she mumbled with clenched teeth.

A genuine, full-bodied laugh fell from the Aussie’s lips, echoing in the small park. “Wow… Of all people you? The queen of ‘I don’t trust anyone,’ ‘family is everything’ cozying up to The Tribal Chief himself.”

“It’s not like that. Seriously, Rhea, shut it.”

Rhea smirked but lowered her voice. “You’re a terrible liar, Nate. Always have been. At least to people like me, people who know you. Or thought they knew yo–”

Nate cut her off with a groan, running both her hands over her face. “This isn’t a joke.”

“No, it’s not,” Rhea agreed. “But damn, dude, this is ironic. I bet he’s got you all twisted up.”

“Rhea,” Nate repeated, her voice sharp, but the edge softened by the fainted tremor of weariness. She was unravelling, and they both knew it. “Just… stop. Please.”

Rhea’s smirk faded at the genuine plea laced in Nate’s tone. Whatever amusement she’d found in the situation dissipated, leaving only the shock of her realisation and the growing awareness that her teasing was doing more harm than good. Nate wasn’t in the mood for games, and Rhea, for all her bluntness, wasn’t cruel.

“Alright,” Rhea relented, leaning back against the bench. “I’ll back off. For now.”

The unspoken “but” hung in the air between them like a faint electric charge. Rhea crossed her arms again, narrowing her eyes, as though dissecting every ounce of Nate’s body language. After a moment, she shifted gears, her tone low and speculative. “So… If it wasn’t your father. And it wasn’t Reigns… who do you think took out Priest?”

Nate didn’t answer immediately. She stared past Rhea at the park’s edge, where a jogger trotted by with their dog in tow. The leash’s rhythmic sway felt hypnotic, a momentary reprieve from the cyclone of thoughts spinning in her mind. But the silence stretched, and Rhea, ever impatient, tapped her boot against the pavement.

“Well?”

“I’ve been looking at some stuff,” Nate finally said, carefully. “But haven’t got any names. Not yet.”

Rhea arched her brow. “Mysterious. I don’t remember you being so tight-lipped before.”

“It’s not tight-lipped,” Nate replied, shooting her a warning glance. “It’s cautious. You, of all people, should understand that.”

The comment landed, but Rhea let it slide. Nate’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer before she shifted the conversation, her tone tinged with something between disbelief and annoyance. “You know what pisses me off?”

“Oh, this should be good,” Rhea breathed, raising her eyebrows. “What’s that?”

Nate wrung her hands together, gnawing at her lips as the irritation bubbled back to the surface. “The fact that you thought for a second that it could have been my family. After… After everything,” she paused, turning her head to look back at Rhea. “You still went ahead, cut the goddamn chain on my door to barge in and accuse us anyway. And then just to make sure I was well and truly pissed off, you still reconsidered u–”

“Wait a minute,” Rhea interrupted, lifting a hand as her face contorted in perplexion. “Cut the chain?” she repeated with a wry smile. “Are you kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“And do I look like the type to carry big ass bolt cutters around in my back pocket for fun?”

“Uh, you showed up in my kitchen uninvited, and the door was busted open,” Nate pointed out. “How else was I supposed to think you got in?”

“Okay,” Rhea sat up straight, holding her hands out in mock surrender. “Let’s clear this up right now, Volkov. I didn’t cut anything. Your door was already fucked when I got there.”

Nate’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“You heard me,” Rhea said, her voice losing its teasing edge. “The lock was jacked, the chain was barely hanging on. I would’ve just stood outside your door if it was locked, Nate, you know I wouldn’t do that.”

“That…what?” Nate’s lips dried up as she tried to rationalise what Rhea was insinuating. Even though it made little to no sense to her. It… had to have been Rhea, right?

“Is chain-cutting really something you’ve ever seen me do? Nah, dude, that’s Dom Dom. Did you see Dom anywhere?”

“No, because I’d kill h–”

“Careful, Volkov, that’s my Latino Heat you’re talking about.”

“No, Latino Heat is his so-called uncle that he preferred over his own father, is he not?” Nate raised an eyebrow, giving Rhea a pointed look. Pushing it. Pushing it… “Sorry, just…” she huffed. “I could have sworn you cut the chain to wait for me…”

The lock had been giving her trouble for weeks, but eventually chalked it up to wear and tear, not some deliberate act. The possibility that someone else might have been in her apartment before Rhea was unsettling in a way she didn’t want to unpack right now.

“Fine,” she conceded, not waiting for Rhea to respond. “Maybe I… jumped to conclusions.”

“Maybe?” Rhea teased, though her expression softened as she studied Nate. “Look, I get why you’re mad. But don’t think for a second I’m not going to push back when you start acting… like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re carrying the weight of the world but refuse to let anyone help you,” Rhea said plainly.

Nate opened her mouth to argue but stopped herself. The truth in Rhea’s words hit way too close to home, and the last thing she wanted was to give her more ammunition. Besides, it wasn’t like she could outwardly give Rhea the proof of her letting go of that stubborn streak as of late; only The Bloodline could answer to that.

“You really think someone else was in my apartment?” Nate asked quietly, steering the conversation back to safer ground.

Rhea shrugged, sharpening her gaze. “I don’t know. Maybe. But if they were, they were long gone by the time I got there. And that’s not what’s important.”

“Then what is?”

“You,” Rhea said simply, yet softly—so softly that it tightened a knot in Nate’s stomach and she had to look away. “Just don’t shut me out, alright?” she added.

Nate didn’t answer, but she knew the shield she’d put up was starting to disintegrate and dissipate, bit by bit.

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Gleaming crystal chandeliers hung overhead, their refracted light scattering across the long mahogany table polished to a mirror-like sheen. A sea of silverware was arranged with militant precision, and the room smelled faintly of aged wood and a decadent feast in progress—roasted meats, truffle-infused sauces, and freshly baked bread. The table was laden with dishes too rich for comfort, the kind meant more for flaunting wealth than indulging taste.

Nate sat quietly, her back straight, her impeccable mask of calm. She was dressed in a sleek black gown, the fabric shimmering faintly under the light. Her dark hair was swept into an elegant updo, a few tendrils artfully loose, softening her otherwise sharp presence. A diamond necklace rested at her collarbone, its cold weight a reminder of her role tonight. She was the Volkov princess, the perfect fiancé, the dutiful daughter.

Except for the fact that she was texting Roman Reigns under the table.

Her phone was tucked discreetly beneath her napkin, her thumb scrolling as Alexei launched into yet another tirade from his seat near the middle of the table. Nate’s seat—further down the line than usual—felt like a quiet demotion, a confirmation of what Ivan had already warned her: Dimitri no longer trusted her the way he once had.

Closer to Dimitri now sat Katya, a vision in soft lavender silk, her hair cascading in carefully styled waves. Katya played her part well, engaging in soft laughter at Dimitri’s jokes and leaning in when he spoke to her directly. To anyone watching, it looked natural, like a passing of the torch. But to Nate, it was a strategic move. Her father was grooming Katya, subtly shifting the weight of expectation away from Nate.

And Katya didn’t even know.

Nate’s phone buzzed faintly in her palm, and she glanced down at the screen, shielding it with her napkin.

Roman: I don’t know how you’re sitting at that table with him.

Nate’s lips twitched as she typed a quick response, her face remaining impassive.

Nate: You’re welcome to snipe him. But he might bore you to death first.

Across the table, Alexei raised his glass in a toast to his own brilliance, spewing something about “traditional values” and the “corruption of Western ideology.” Boris and Ivan nodded along like puppets, though even Ivan’s patience seemed thin. Katya clinked her glass against Alexei’s, her smile as flawless as it was false.

“Alexei,” Sergei interrupted dryly. “Do you ever tire of hearing yourself speak?”

A ripple of laughter spread around the table, and Alexei scowled playfully, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “I am only speaking the truth, Sergei. Not my fault you lack the zheludok for it.”

Nate didn’t look up, though she could practically feel the heat of masculine libation; fully knowing how toxically arrogant each of them were, but seeing nothing wrong with the fact, so they continued with further intensity.

Nate: Alexei’s face matches the borscht. Coincidence?

A moment later, her phone buzzed.

Roman: Careful Roman: Your sense of humor is starting to sound suspiciously like mine Roman: ;)

Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she quickly set the phone face down on her lap, suppressing the grin threatening to break through her mask.

“Something amusing, Natalka?” Dimitri’s voice cut through the din, sharp and probing.

Nate’s head snapped up, smoothing her facade with a practiced ease. “Nyet, Papa,” she said evenly, shaking her head. “Just enjoying Alexei’s commentary.”

Her father’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary before he nodded and turned his attention back to Boris, launching into a conversation about trade routes. Boris, seated at Dimitri’s right, looked as smug as ever, the man practically oozing self-satisfaction.

Nate’s phone vibrated again, and she dared a glance.

Roman: What’s he saying now? Roman: Let me guess… something racist?

She bit back a laugh.

Nate: And homophobic Nate: …and misogynistic Nate: Hitting the trifecta tonight lol

“Katerina,” Alexei boomed suddenly. “You must let me take you hunting when the season opens. You are a soft little one, it’s time to toughen up a bit.”

“Perhaps,” Katya’s polite smile didn’t falter, “Though I’m not sure I’d enjoy hunting as much as you do.”

Alexei grinned, leaning forward as if imparting a great secret. “That is because you have never had the thrill of tracking something real. There’s no greater satisfaction.”

Nate’s grip on her phone tightened. The predatory gleam in Alexei’s eyes made her skin prickle uncomfortably.

Nate: I’m half-convinced Alexei’s “hunting trips” are just excuses to bury bodies in the woods. Roman: Half? Sweetheart, I'd put money on that shit.

Across the table, Alexei’s voice thundered on, a grotesque mix of slurs and self-aggrandising nonsense. He spoke of purity and his favourite targets, droning on with the enthusiasm of someone who believed his words carried divine weight.

“You know,” Boris interjected from further down the table. “Some might say you sound like a broken record, Alexei. But blin, you are correct.”

Nate barely registered the exchange, her focus still on her phone as she typed.

Nate: Does he ever stop talking? Roman: Maybe if someone shoved a fork in his mouth. Roman: You’re closer. Do the honors.

A dastardly sip of wine hid her amusement as talk of unspoken animosity and alliances carried layers around her. It was all background noise to her… until the conversation at the table turned darker. An undercurrent of malice threading through the progressively tipsy bravado.

Dimitri swirled his vodka with the precision of a conductor, his cold eyes locking on each of his men in turn. “It’s the Bloodline,” he began. “They’re the rot beneath this city. Reigns, especially. He thinks himself untouchable.”

A murmur of agreement rippled around the table. Boris leaned forward, his perpetually flushed face creased in a snee. “Untouchable? Please. He’s a brute. Nothing but a thug with a shiny suit and a handful of lackeys who think loyalty makes them men.”

Nate’s stomach twisted, though her expression remained as neutral as stone. She sipped her wine, suppressing the grimace brought by the taste and the men around her, disguising her growing tension as she felt the sting of their words, the truth interwoven with fiction.

Ivan chimed in with a tone heavy with disdain. “He’s unpredictable. That’s his only weapon. He thrives on chaos, tearing down anyone who gets in his way because he cannot build anything for himself.”

“Gryaznyy samoanets…” he added with a tssk from his teeth, pouring himself a happy dose of Beluga Epicure.

The stem of Nate’s glass may have just shattered had she tightened her hold on it a fraction more. Not true. She knew firsthand that Roman built everything with calculated precision, every move a step in his long game. The chaos was a mere smokescreen, a tool he wielded with terrifying control. Sure, she didn’t know that at first, but now… she did now.

“Unpredictable?” Sergei huffed, lip curling in contempt. “He is reckless. Stupid, even. Doesn’t think things through. That is why he will not last.”

Wrong again. Nate suppressed the urge to scoff. Roman’s reputation as impulsive was a clever facade, plain and simple.

“Roman Reigns,” Dimitri drawled sharply, “Is a parasite. He uses people. Discards them when they are no longer of value to him. And that, lyudi, is why he has no real allies. Only pawns.”

Thank God for the glass settled between her lips at that moment, otherwise she would have lacked the ability to keep a bitter cackle locked in her chest. No allies? No. Not only did her thoughts drift to Roman’s inner circle, a tightly knit group bound not by fear, but by familial loyalty she could only describe as earned, but also the irony in Dimitri’s words; his own daughter, sat feet from him, was in fact one of these allies he claimed Roman to lack.

Poetic, isn’t it?

Boris slammed his own glass down, laughing harshly. “He is nothing without his muscle. His family props him up because he cannot stand alone. Take them away, and he is just another arrogant svoloch in a city full of them.”

The others chuckled, the air thick with self-satisfaction. Nate’s jaw twitched and clenched painfully, the bitterness in their words grating against the memory of Roman’s unyielding confidence, his alluring ability to command a room with nothing but a glance. Things she’s come to respect him for more than anything.

Quietly, she slipped her phone from her lap, once again hiding it beneath the tablecloth this time. Her fingers moved ridiculously as she typed.

Nate: They’re talking about you…

A reply came immediately.

Roman: Oh yeah? What’s the verdict?

She hesitated, unsure how much to say.

Nate: According to them, you’re impulsive, arrogant, and a parasite bastard who’s nothing without your family :)

Three dots danced on her screen for a long moment, but his response, when it came, was dry.

Roman: Sounds like a bunch of charmers

Three dots again. Two minutes. Another simple message.

Roman: Do you agree with them?

Her thumb hovered, the question cutting straight through the noise around her. She glanced up, meeting Alexei’s gaze briefly before looking away. When she replied, it was honest.

Nate: Not anymore.

And his swift response.

Roman: Good.

Nate observed Alexei’s infuriatingly smug smirk as he leaned into his best friend, whispering something all whilst glancing over at Katya. What followed was a boyish round of snickers and the clanging of their glasses against each other in some kind of intimate toast.

Nate: I just want this fucker dead. Nate: wanna cut his fucking dick off and shove it down his throat Nate: nasty little cunt

She was just ranting at this point. At least it was someone who could somewhat relate to the feeling, actually show some kind of empathy.

Roman: Damn Roman: I like this side of you, Volkov.

A faint smile almost escaped her, and she had to use her glass to hide it yet again.

Nate: Do you? Roman: More than you know. Roman: but we’ll get him Roman: I promise

The conversation at the table took yet another turn. Alexei, flushed with vodka and pride, leaned back in his chair and grinned, his voice taking on an oily edge.

“Before I forget, Mitya,” he drawled, “This weekend I’ll be at Madame X. Need to get acquainted with a new shipment.”

Dimitri smirked knowingly, pouring himself another drink. “Ah, typical Alexei,” she said, shaking his head in mock amusement. “Always with the extracurriculars. I swear, boy, one day you will bite off more than you can chew.”

Alexei chuckled, an indulgent, auto-gratifying sound. “I can handle myself, Dimitri. This one’s promising—fresh, exotic… You know how it is.”

The men at the table shared a round of laughter, the kind that made Nate shift uncomfortably in her seat. She forced herself to keep that neutral expression, but she knew her hands would not keep as calm.

Boris leaned in, grinning at his best friend. “And you’ll keep her at the old place? Break her in there?”

Alexei nodded, eyes alight with pure cruelty, pure evil. “Of course. Slowly, though. Cannot rush these things. Have to teach her how to behave first.”

Katya looked up from her plate, her brow furrowed in mild confusion. “What’s this shipment you’re talking about?” she asked, her voice almost detached. Innocent.

Alexei waved a dismissive hand. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with, milyy. Just business.”

“Leave the logistics to Alexei, Katerina,” Dimitri chuckled, clearly entertained by the exchange. “He has… a unique skill set.”

The youngest Volkov shrugged, her curiosity fading as she returned to her food. Nate, however, felt the anger rise in her throat like bile. They didn’t know that she knew exactly what they were alluding to—that she’d figured it out already with the help of their sworn enemy. Alexei’s “shipments” weren’t goods or contraband; they were girls. Girls he treated as commodities, as playthings to be sold, broken, and discarded.

Her mind raced as the men continued their banter, their voices blurring into the background. This was it. Alexei had just handed her the key. He would be at X. Isolated. Preoccupied.

Vulnerable.

Beneath the table, she unlocked her phone and sent another message to Roman.

Nate: He’ll be at X this weekend. Familiarising himself with a ‘shipment’... Nate: And yes, it’s exactly what you think

His response was slower this time, but she could only imagine the… itch, the fury, the need to carry out justice that ran through that tall Samoan at the confirmation of such a heretic’s whereabouts.

Roman: We move now.

Heart hammering in her chest, she glanced up, her face carefully impassive as Alexei leaned over to clink glasses with Boris, laughing at some crude joke she didn’t catch.

Nate’s fingers flew over the screen again.

Nate: Yeah this is it Nate: We can’t wait. He won’t stop. Nate: Needs to be done soon Roman: It will be. Roman: We got him Princess, don’t you worry.

Nate set the phone down, her resolve hardening as she looked back at the men around her one last time. She would make sure of it. If Roman needed her to set the stage, to bait the trap, to even lure him to a secluded location, she would do it.

Not only because it would be Roman asking her, but to make sure this monster was eliminated, taken out, removed permanently from the face of the Earth.

She was ready.

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