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WWE OC Bio Thingie - Alexandra Hart

This may get long, so I apologize in advance. I got inspired by @multifandombabesworld's post of her WWE OC, Natasha Banks, and decided to make one of these for Alexandra. So let's go!

Real Name: Alexandra Renee Hart-Cornette

Ring Names:

Alexandra Hart (1987-1998; 1999-2005)

Lovely Lexie (1998)

"Sexy" Lexie Hart (1998-1999)

Alexandra Cornette (2005-present)

Nicknames:

Alex

Lexie

Allie

The Queen of Harts

Born: May 7, 1965

Hometown: Calgary, Alberta, Canada

Billed From: Calgary, Alberta, Canada

Height/Weight: 5'5", 127 lbs

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Family:

Helen Hart (mother)

Stu Hart (father)

Smith Hart (brother)

Bruce Hart (brother)

Keith Hart (brother)

Wayne Hart (brother)

Dean Hart (brother)

Ellie Hart (sister)

Georgia Hart (sister)

Bret Hart (brother)

Allison Hart (sister)

Ross Hart (brother)

Diana Hart (sister)

Owen Hart (brother)

Jim Neidhart (brother-in-law)

Davey Boy Smith (brother-in-law)

Natalya Neidhart (niece)

Teddy Hart (nephew)

Harry Smith (nephew)

Romantic Interests: Jim Cornette (1991-present; married 1996)

Children: 1, a son named Owen James Cornette, born in 2000.

Companies/Promotions:

Stampede Wrestling (1987-1991)

Smoky Mountain Wrestling (1991-1995)

WWF (1991-2000)

TNA (2006-2009)

ROH (2009-2012)

NWA (2018-2019)

MLW (2019)

Theme Songs:

First Theme (Stampede Wrestling; 1987-1991)

Second Theme (Smoky Mountain Wrestling/WWF; 1991-1998)

Third Theme (WWF; 1998, as co-manager of The New Midnight Express with Jim Cornette)

Fourth Theme (WWF; 1998-1999, as manager of Too Much)

Tag Teams/Stables:

Camp Cornette (1995-1996)

The Hart Foundation (1997)

Finisher Moves:

Sharpshooter

Top Rope Moonsault

Piledriver

Signature Moves:

Enziguri

Titles Won:

WWF Women's Championship (January 1994-November 1994)

Other Accomplishments:

Just like her brother Owen did in 1994, she won a Slammy award for 'Biggest Rat'. Well... in Alexandra's case, it was changed to 'Biggest Brat'. She won this Slammy in 1997. She also won a Slammy that same year for "Miss Slammy", which didn't sit well with Sable, who felt she deserved the award.

Medical Conditions/Injuries:

Broken nose

Broken ankle (twice, same ankle)

Two concussions

Severe neck injury (sustained sometime in 1999)

Managers:

Owen Hart 

Jim Cornette

Has Managed:

Owen Hart

Bob Holly (as part of The New Midnight Express)

Bart Gunn (as part of The New Midnight Express)

"Too Sexy" Brian Christopher (as part of Too Much)

"Too Hot" Scott Taylor (as part of Too Much)

Friends/Allies:

Brian Pillman (on and off-screen)

Yokozuna (on and off-screen)

Mr. Fuji (on and off-screen)

Vader (on and off-screen)

Chyna (off-screen)

Marlena (off-screen; they feuded on-screen for a while)

Goldust (off-screen)

Hunter Hearst Helmsley (off-screen)

Shawn Michaels (off-screen)

Brian Christopher (on and off-screen)

Scott Taylor (on and off-screen)

Jerry Lawler (off-screen)

Bobby Eaton (on and off-screen)

Trained By:

Stu Hart

Owen Hart

Bret Hart

Facts: 

She and Owen are twins.

They shared the theme song "High Energy" in the WWF. Alexandra continued to use it, even after Owen changed his theme.

She debuted in mid-1991 on an episode of WWF Superstars of Wrestling. She had been working in Smoky Mountain Wrestling since its inception that same year, and worked for both promotions until SMW's closure in 1995.

She wears the Hart family's signature pink and black combination.

She has wrestled both men and women in her career.

She's incredibly shy and reserved in real life, until you get to know her.

She was devastated by the death of Owen, and still mourns his loss.

Social Medias (These aren't real, so don't bother looking them up, lmao):

lexiehart (instagram)

MrsCornette (Twitter)

(Note: Alexandra now has her own RP/ask blog, it's @queen-0f-harts.)

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⋆˚࿔ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝟏/𝟑) 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🍓

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¹ 🍓: 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃

ʚ🍓ɞ - Over Thinker and hard to please Jeff Hardy develops an unexpected, desirable "crush" on one of the contestants in the WWF bikini contest hosted by team Xtreme.

↳ WWF ( ²⁰⁰⁰ )

⁵ 🍓: 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

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( . .)

( づ🍓 - Jeff sometimes has an issue expressing how he feels, especially when it comes to this new "relationship"...So instead of talking and arguing, he would rather put it in his emo-etry (Emotional Poetry).

↳ WWF ( ²⁰⁰¹ )

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² 🍓: 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - After years of being single, Angela finally decides to take a leap of faith and goes on a set-up blind date made by her friend Sherri Martel. She soon is surprised, meeting six-foot-eleven, WCW superstar, Kevin Nash. How will the night end?

↳ WCW ( ¹⁹⁹⁷ )

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³ 🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 | 𝐏𝐓 𝟏

🍓ྀི - Being close friends with the Hardy family since childhood wasn't the easiest. Teasing about Tyra and Jeff specifically coming at every angle and rumors also started to spread everywhere because they were so close. But, Tyra now as an adult, is tired of the teasing and finally, unexpectedly, confesses her real romantic feelings for someone no one saw coming. Someone everyone thought she hated —Jeff's brother, Matt.

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁸ )

⁷ 🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 | 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - After Tyra bravely confessed her feelings to Matt, his conscience was thrown into a whirlwind of confusion for days. But, after a talk with his brother Jeff for closure, he's finally made up his mind..

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁸ )

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( Luis )

⁴ 🍓: 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

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( づ🍓 - After a huge victory against Finn Bálor at twenty, twenty-four's 'Bad Blood', Luis (Damian Priest) wants to celebrate. But, he doesn't want to do it alone...

↳ WWE ( ²⁰²⁴ )

ＪＥＹ　ＵＳＯ　

( Joshua )

⁶ 🍓: 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - Coming out of a difficult break up with her long-term ex-boyfriend, Robyn's friends try to find a way to finally drag her out of bed. But as fate will have it, she unexpectedly runs into an old college friend once she's out.

↳  WWE ( ²⁰¹⁸ )

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Bones, Body, Soul.

A Jeff Hardy Story. (Ch. 5)

A pounding knock on the hollow, rickety door of the Hilton hotel room, number 103, is heard loud and clear on the muggy Thursday morning.

“Guys! C’mon, I forgot my room key!” The knocking continued, and a desperate Matt wailed on the other side while Jeff and Lemmy shuffled around in bed, Lemmy groaning from the rattling of the door. It felt like the whole damn room was shaking and they could already feel the headache growing. They stuffed themselves further into the crease of Jeff’s arm, gripping at the band of his basketball shorts, but their cuddles weren't convincing enough and Jeff clumsily slumped out of bed to throw the door open before jumping back in bed- coincidentally on Lemm.

“I’d really appreciate it if you guys didn't just sleep all morning. I want to introduce you to the new girl we're working with, Amy.” Matt looked down at the other two still rolling around in bed, Lemmy still halfway under Jeff and gripping onto him for dear life again. The room was actually freezing this time and they’d forgotten a sweatshirt.

Eventually, Matt forced them out of bed and down to breakfast with the rest of the superstars and a couple of families who looked very out of place. One of these superstars was Amy, who was super sweet and Lemmy’s new favorite person ever. Still half asleep, they ate fresh waffles with possibly stale syrup and many of those tiny paper cups full of orange juice. The Hardy’s and Amy were quick to get caught up in a conversation but Lemmy seemed out of it, too busy staring at someone behind Amy, who sat across from them.

“So, Lemmy, I’ve heard that you have a pretty similar wrestling style to Jeff and Matt, how come they didn’t pair you up with them instead?” Amy asked from across Lemmy, catching their attention.

“Oh! Uh, actually,” Their eyes lit up, replacing the glimmer of sleep that lay over top of them. “These guys started a wrestling company when we were younger, in high school, and someone in school told me about it when I moved to North Carolina. I tried out n’ got in, so I have the same upbringing as ‘em, which is why we wrestle so alike. We all loved creating characters and fighting against each other, but at one point me and Jeff had these two characters- Willow and Karma. They were pretty similar and were kind of a tag team, a lot of people really liked them and I really love being Karma, so I thought, might as well give a shot in the big leagues.” Lemmy’s passion for the subject was clear, the others at the small table smiling over at them at the memories it brought up.

“That’s so awesome! So how long have guys known each other?” Amy responded, curious about her new partners. The three went quiet, each searching for an answer in their minds, Matt eventually piping up.

“I think…uh, I had just graduated, so you guys were, what, 14 and 15?” Jeff nodded in Matt’s direction, but Lemmy was once again distracted and quickly excused themselves and jogged after someone making their way towards the elevator, too far into the hallway for the new, and very confused, teammates to see. Lemmy stumbled around the corner, calling out.

“‘Scuse me! Hey, um, excuse me, could I talk to you?” The two men turned around to find Lemmy running after them, a hopeful look and glimmering smile covering their face.

“Well, hello there Dallas! Wow, it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?” One of them grinned as he spoke, black holes where teeth used to be.

“Yeah. Yeah, it has been, hasn’t it Mick? I really missed you guys, I wish we could’ve kept in contact.” Lemmy smiled back, revealing their own missing canine to two of the men they looked up to as mentors- Mick Foley and Al Snow. As weird as they are, Lemm found a huge sense of belonging and comfort in their company.

“Hey, speaking of that, do they…does anyone...” Al trailed off, his point was made obvious and Lemmy was shaking their head no before he could finish what he had started.

“Uh...no.” Lemmy looked down at their hands, guilt obvious in their slumped shoulders. The three went quiet for a while, Mick placing a comforting hand on Lemm’s shoulder and they looked up with a quick breath as if they hadn’t been breathing at all, as if there was too much on their mind that their body had stopped working.

“No one knows. I don’t know how long I’ll keep it that way, but I don’t know how to tell them. I’ve just…kept it a secret for so long, y’know?” The conversation paused for a section before Lemmy waved it away. “Um, anyways, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Ask away, kid!” Mick shot at them with a heartfelt grin, Al doing the same from next to him.

“Well...I just, I know that I was only a jobber and I wasn’t there for very long, at all, but it felt more like a home there than it does here. I felt more…appreciated. Even with my boys here. I’m just- I’m not being pushed, they only really put me on the card when someone else gets injured or something and I’m fed up with it! And I know it's because I’m on the women's roster, we maybe get a match every week if we beg them enough!” Lemmy’s voice rose with desperation and anger, Mick and Al trying to offer them consolidating smiles.

“I just...I just wanted to ask if you guys think that ECW would push me more than WWF does. Or maybe they would let me wrestle everyone, I've been trying to do that for a while. I think that…I think Karma and I would fit in a lot better over there.”

The arena was as crowded and compact as it always was. The card was packed full of superstars- still no one from the women’s roster with an actual match, but Amy was going out with Essa Rios for his match against the Hardyz, which would be the start of their way to working together. That was probably all the action their roster would get all week that was actually about wrestling- something Amy would get to interfere in a match.

Lemmy sat in catering with the Hardyz and Amy, who went by Lita in the ring, the group claiming one of the many bumpy, foldable tables as their own. Though all four of them were present and excited to finally be working together, Lemmy was back to staring into space. A bump to their shoulder brought them out of their confusion, finding Jeff sitting a little closer to them than he had been before with a concerned look on his face, eyebrows creased in the way they always seemed to be lately.

“You okay, Lemm? Been thinkin’ up there all day long.” A soft smile graced Lemm’s face at his concern, warmth creeping up their neck along with it. Their eyes glanced down at the table as Jeff softly brought his arm around them and pushed them into him, the concern never leaving his face but a smile adorning it as well.

“I’m all good, Jeffro. Just thinkin’ about a lot today, I guess.” Jeff hummed in response, clearly not believing them, but Lemm was quick to take the topic off his mind and moved away from his side to jokingly point a finger in his face. “Hey, don’t get all worried about me, you've gotta match! And an important one too. Speaking of which, I think you guys are on after this next one, so you should probably go get dressed and all that stuff.” Lemmy directed the last few sentences at the other two as well and watched them all get up from the table.

With a quick goodbye, Matt and Amy left to go get ready, but Jeff still stood in front of Lemmy.

“Whatever’s bothering you, you know that I’ll help you with it if you let me, right? And we’re talking about this after I get back, man.” Though Jeff towered above them from their steel, cold chair to have him there was still comforting, and so was the hand he laid on the back of their upper arm. Lemmy closed their eyes from both the comfort and how much they hated lying to him.

“I promise, I really am fine. Now go get ready, would you? I wanna watch your guys’ match.” Lemmy sent him a soft shove and a teasing grin, sending the boy on his way.

The match was amazing, as theirs always were. Amy delivered a great hurricanrana to Matt behind the ref's back and the crowd was always interactive with things like that. Lemmy loved to watch them perform, they had since their first audition into OMEGA when they watched Matt and Jeff jump around on that dumb, half-busted trampoline. But something about today- with everything that had been going on and the way the crowd cheered for Amy as they had done for their debut, Lemmy felt more anger than they had in a long time.

With watering eyes and taping feet, the feeling of deep-rooted, unwelcomed hatred sent them far back to memories of Texas. Where they had no one but grandparents with no understanding, a dad halfway across the world, and a mother who left a long, long, time ago. They weren’t good enough then, and now, after the years of work they’d put into their dreams, all of the life accomplishments, and school dances, and parties, and having an actual goddamned life, they’d skipped to be put right here in this damn company, they still weren’t good enough.

They jumped from their chair, sending it tumbling to the ground with a few clanks, and shoved their way through the cramped hallway, earning many confused stares. Billy Gunn called out for them, confused, from one of the other tables.

“Oh hey, Lemmy! How’ve you been…“ Adam, with a grinning Christian at his side, each in their silly pair of sunglasses, spoke with excitement at the sight of the duo’s very well-known friend, but his sentiments trailed off at Lemmy’s burning scowl. Lemmy continued down the hallway with no signs of stopping until they reached the end, where they grabbed ahold of the farthest door and swung it open, the sound of the metal knob hitting the concreted wall ricocheting violently. E&C glanced at each other in worry when they caught a glimpse at the door's name plate- Mr. McMahon.

Suddenly, the anger is gone and Lemmy stands in front of the desk, Mr.McMahon slowly looking up with the expression of disgust he always seems to have, and regrets their impulsive actions.

“May I help you?” The older man rasps out slowly, hand still holding a metal ballpoint pen waving out.

“I have- I need to talk to you.” They blurt out, arms crossing and posture straightening. “I don’t understand why I’m not getting on the card. The Hardys, they’re,” A scoffed laugh comes from them. “they’re out there every Smackdown and I’ve got the same skillset- we all know it. I deserve to be out there too.” It’s Vince’s turn to scoff. He leans back in the big, leather office chair.

“There are plenty of other people experiencing this, and they, Dallas, are grateful for what I give them. What makes you any better than them?”

“I may have signed a contract for you, but in case you can’t remember, I forced it down to a year. That year is comin’ around pretty damn quick, and I will happily take my unused talents somewhere I’ll be appreciated the second it's done.” They scowled, the feeling of Texas and its anger returning. Vince looks on at them silently, before placing his pen down and placing his elbows on the wooden desk, fingers locking together.

“Well, it seems nobody here is happy with this… arrangement. I see no reason why we shouldn’t just cut our business together now.” He shrugs with a smug look.

“I,” Lemmy takes a breath, tongue running over their teeth before clenching their jaw. “I think I’d have to agree with you. Why don’t you let me know when you have that paperwork done?” They send him a lasting, bitter smile, before turning around. Hand reaching for the door, they pause and turn their head. “Vince?”

He doesn’t respond.

“The next time you hear my name you're going to regret every decision you’ve ever made.”

With nowhere to go, Lemmy spends the rest of the night pacing between catering and the men’s locker room, waiting for the Hardys to show up. Matt liked to wander around the arena and socialize a bit, and Lemmy guessed Jeff had gone with him when they weren’t found in catering. Sometime in their nervous waiting, Billy Gunn had come up to them and asked, while very concerned, what was going on and if they were okay. Grateful for his attempt, Lemmy gave him the best smile they could conjure (which only made him more concerned, they looked on the verge of sobbing) and melted into his sweet hug.

As the night came to a close, Lemm watched everyone start to drag their belongings out of the arena, anxiety growing. Just as they are about to head to the locker room and grab their bags, Matt, Amy, and Jeff round the corner with matching smiles. Wasting no time, Lemmy starts walking towards them. Noticing them quickly, Jeff starts to reach out to put an arm around their shoulder to have them join the group, but his grin, along with the other two’s, quickly turns into a frown.

“Lemm, what's wrong?” Matt asks from the other side of Lita, Jeff grabbing them gently by the elbow.

“What’s goin’ on, man?” Their mouth gapes open as they look at Jeff, but they can't find the words and turn their head away. He pulls them in closer, his other hand meeting their upper arm. “Dal, sweetheart, tell me whats the matter,” He practically whispers, voice soft. “All I wanna do is help, yeah? Just let me help.”

Lemm fell against him instead of answering, eyes closing against his shoulder. His arms quickly surround them as he looks over at Matt and Amy in concern. The brothers weren’t sure if they’d even seen Lemmy like this.

“I gotta talk to you guys.” They finally mutter, barely audible. “Just…not here.”

Jeff nodded quickly, rubbing up and down their back, still looking over at Matt while he gestured towards the locker room.

“That's fine, we can go back to the hotel,” Matt assured, thankful they had decided to stay in the city for one more day. “You guys just head to the car, me and Lita will grab our stuff.” He hands the keys off to Jeff, and they’re quick to part ways. Separating from their long hug, Jeff and Lemm make their way to the car (Jeff still has a hand on their back, trying to offer some comfort.), where they sit in the backseat with Lemm's head lying on his shoulder, waiting for Matt and Amy to hop in the front seats. The drive to the hotel was quiet, the same with the walk to their room.

Amy decided to give the three some space and went to visit Trish a couple of floors down. Lemm sat on one of the beds, with Jeff beside them and Matt across from them in the one corner chair that's always in hotels, he’d pulled over.

“I got fired.”

Matt looked at them with wide, unexpected eyes and they looked down to avoid it. They refused to look at Jeff at all.

“I’m sorry?” The older brother asked.

“I, um,” A watery laugh broke from their throat as they rubbed at their forehead. “I got fired.”

“Wh-“ Jeff started. “H-Wh-I…What the hell happened, Dal?” Lemmy's shoulder shook with unwanted laughter. They looked (really) kinda fucking crazy. They managed to stop themselves after noticing the awkward silence that lingered outside of them.

“I was mad, at everything. Like I first was when I met y’all,” They shrugged. “Went into Vince’s office to have a word, and then it was all…everything was done. That's it.” Their hands motioned in front of them. “It’s done.”

“No, no, we just need to- to talk with him again, I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding-“ Matt tries, but Lemm only shakes their head.

“Nah. It’s gone. Here? M’ done. They don’t want nothin’ to do with me, nothin’ at all. Alls they wanna do is let me sit and waste, like the rest of the roster that gets nothing. Alls they ever do is pick and choose who's got it and let everyone else out to waste. Waste! This damn company didn’t want me in the first place, and I’m fuckin’ done with ‘em.” Neither of the brothers knows how to respond to their anger. Minutes pass in silence.

“Lemm, what the hell are you gonna do? What are we gonna do?” Jeff finally speaks up. Lemmy shakes their head, finally looking over to him. The look in his eyes was heartbreaking.

“You’re-you’re not gonna do nothing. Those people love you, and in a couple of weeks, you two’ve got the match of a damn lifetime. I could not be more proud of you, and I won’t let you pull yourself down for me. Neither of you.” A sense of grief rose in the room. Not once in their careers, or really, for the past half-decade, had they spent much more than a day apart. Alliances were hard to keep in this industry, let alone friendships, and now it felt a little bit like everything was washing down the drain.

“…What’re you gonna do, though?” Jeff repeated. A minute of silence washed back over.

“I…” They hesitated, wiping their hands back over their face. “When my dad left ECW, and WWF called him up, I…I, um,” They paused again, voice growing heavy and wet. “…You can’t be mad at me when I tell you this.” Lemm’s voice is muffled behind their hands as they look up to the sky. Jeff grabs their wrists, gently, and pulls them down.

“Dal, c’mon,” He rubs the soft underside of their arms. “You don’t have to carry this by yourself anymore. Whatever it is, I’ve got you. Just tell me. We won’t be mad.” Matt backs him up with his own assurance.

“…You know how much I loved ECW,” They started. “I mean- it was, it was so much more…brutal than when dad was in WCW before that. And I just…God, I wanted to be there so bad, and, y’know,” Another laugh escaped them, unable to stop the nervous habit before they let everything rush out. “He’d-he had just left n’ come here n’ you guys had summer jobs, there was…I heard they were looking for a couple people so I called the number in the Yellowbook- n’ it was stupid, but I just- everything was so- it was, it was everything I wanted from wrestling-“

“I’m kinda a little lost here, what?” Matt interrupted, shaking his head softly.

“…when I was 16 I told Paul Heyman, ECW’s creative director, that I was 19 so that I could job for a couple weekends. When I told y’all I was babysitting for Uncle Scott’s friend.” The room went silent, and Matt put his head in his hands.

“Oh, my, God, Lemmy.”

“Yeah, I know, it's bad.” They nodded franticly with closed eyes and another panicked laugh.

“I don’t… what's that gotta do with everything now?” Jeff asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“ECW…Paul liked me. I think he knew I was lying, half the damn roster was lying about something. I still have his number, I’m gonna call him. This sounds crazy, but everything- all of this, is happening for a reason. ECW is my destiny.”

AHHHHHHH

somebody yell at me. SOMEBODY YELL AT ME. i make u wait A YEAR AND TWO MONTHS for this pile of garbage im so sorry

anyways happy new year, figured id actually write in this one but i have no clue where to go after this so…if you have to wait another year i give my condolences. I did go back n make the rest of the series actually okay-ish before this which is half of what took me this long lol

i bought myself a 370 dollar lego set for christmas so ive def been keeping myself busy, and im never buying anything ever again!

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My wrestling oc!! His name is "lightning child" Magnus. His real name is Elijah Davidson.

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Split Chapter 1

Split Chapter 1

Summary: Lucy Blair met FBI Agent Scott Hall one fateful day at her work. After hitting it off, pretty quickly, Lucy and Scott fell in love. But then Lucy meets Razor Ramon. Is Scott undercover? Or is something more at play, something that will drag her into a dangerous world of the war of drug lords in 1980's Florida?

Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, more to be added as the fic goes on

AN: Hey guys! I'm testing the waters with this one. Please let me know what you think!

The sun was slowly covering Florida when Lucy Blair finally decided it was time to get out of bed. Somedays, it still threw her for a loop, hearing the sounds of the coast when she was used to farmland for as far as the eye could see. It was her day off, and she hadn’t planned on getting up early, but here she was. That’s when the ringing of the phone told her why she had been woken up at her normal wake-up time. Just ignore it and it will go away. She thought to herself. But eventually, that phone grated on her nerves. With a groan, she rolled over and snagged the phone.

“Somebody better be dead, or something’s on fire?” Lucy mumbled as she answered the phone.

“Well, no death. But Lori is bringing life into the world early,” Dr. Carol Pierce, Lucy’s boss, was on the other end of the line. Lucy groaned a little. Why didn’t she just let the machine get it?

“Carol, it’s my day off…”

“I know, I know. And I’m really sorry, but Lori went on maternity leave early, and Kelly has school today. Please?” Lucy signed and threw the blankets off of her. It was such a beautiful day in Clearwater, and Lucy had wanted to spend her day at the beach. “What if I buy you lunch?”

“Anything I want?”

“Anything you want. I promise. And you can have Monday off. Kelly doesn’t have school.”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll be in.”

“Lucy, I owe you big time. You are a lifesaver.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lucy laughed. “See you in a few.”

Lucy hung up the phone and stared at the ceiling. Why didn’t she just screen her calls? She finally got up and got ready, pulling on her uniform before heading out to her Jeep. The sun was going to mock her today, but something in the air felt like there was a change coming.

****

Lucy walked into the office, smiling at her friend Janice as she settled down behind the receptionist's desk. Janice was looking over a chart for the first patient of the day.

“Can’t believe they dragged you in here,” Janice laughed.

“Carol promised me lunch,” Lucy settled in her chair. “Been busy yet?”

“Nope. Strangely quiet. Which means we’ll get hit hard.”

“Lucy, you are a saint,” Carol came from the back of the office.

“Remember that when raise time comes around,” Lucy gave her a cheeky grin.

“I will, believe me,” Carol looked at her watch. “There is a detective that is going to be stopping by sometime this morning. When he gets here, let me know. I need to talk to him about the files I’m giving him.”

“Aye aye Captain,” Lucy saluted. Carol rolled her eyes, but smiled before she headed back into her office. Janice leaned against the receptionist's desk.

“Did you hear what happened?” She asked.

“No, what?” “Girl, you’ve got to start watching the news,” Janice laughed as she sat down the file she was holding. “I guess there was an explosion in the USSR. In the Ukraine area.” “Yeah? I mean, we have been at war with them since before I was born.” “I don’t think it was us. The explosion was at a nuclear power plant. Like, they had to evacuate a whole city and everything. And the Reds are actually admitting to it, so you know it’s bad.”

“Nuclear power. It’s a brilliant device. Too bad we’re all too stupid to know how to properly use it.” Lucy picked up the handset on her phone to untangle the cord. Lori always left it tangled when she left for the day, and Lucy was convinced she did it just to annoy her. “And just so you know, I do watch the news sometimes.” “MTV news doesn’t count,” Janice shook her head. “Okay, yes, I mainly watch MTV. But, I did hear about rich kid from Canada.” “Oh yeah! The Hart kid. Dad is like, what, a Prime Minister or something, right?”

“Hell if I know. I just know that one of the kids, Bret I think, got arrested for streaking during the President’s speech a few years ago. At the reflecting pool.”

“God, I should really get into politics.” Janice sighed dreamily, thinking of watching a drunk Canadian running through the shallow water buck naked.

“They tried to say he was protesting to get disarmament. But just like, based on the mugshot, I really think he was just drunk as fuck.” “Sometimes drunk idiots are political. That’s why our country is the pits at times,” Janice watched Lucy get her work computer set up. Lucy had helped Carol upgrade her office, starting to move towards a digital world where there would be no need for all the paper they went through. “You know, I think you’re wasting your talents trying to go to nursing school. Take it from me, a nurse.” “What do you mean?”

“Lucy, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you are a nerd,” Janice gave her a smile. “And you should embrace the nerdiness and go work for Apple or something. While the medical field would love to have you, I think you could do great things on the tech end.”

“Well if you ask my mother, I should be married with at least one kid by now.”

That’s when the door chimed, signaling someone had come in. Lucy and Janice looked up, both shocked as they saw a man in a suit walk in.

“Is that Tom Selleck?” Janice whispered. The man flashed both ladies a smile, but his eyes seemed drawn to Lucy.

“Hey there,” He said, leaning on the counter in front of Lucy. “I’m Agent Scott Hall.” He pulled out his badge to show her, but she couldn’t stop staring at him. A gorgeous smile nestled under a thick mustache, thick brown hair that curled and framed his head, and piercing deep brown eyes and Lucy swore looked right into her soul. Thankfully, Janice pulled her attention back to the here-and-now.

“Oh, yes. I’ll let Dr. Pierce know you’re here,” Lucy could feel that her cheeks were pink as she picked up the phone and called back to Carol. “Dr. Pierce, your appointment is here.” Lucy was trying to sound as professional as she could in front of the agent. “She’ll be here shortly.” “Thanks, uh…” “Lucy! I mean, uh, my name’s Lucy.” “Nice to meet you, Lucy.” The smile that he gave her made her heart race. She felt like a teenager meeting her celebrity crush. Thankfully, she didn’t have to talk anymore, because Carol came to save the day. He gave Lucy a wink as he followed Carol back to her office, allowing Lucy to finally breathe.

***

“Thanks for meeting with me Dr. Pierce,” Scott settled down in the chair across from Carol’s.

“Please, call me Carol,” She opened her filing cabinet and pulled four files out of the cabinet. “I’m just glad I can maybe help with this drug problem. It’s getting really bad.”

“So these are the autopsy files, right?” Scott picked up the stack of files Carol had set on her desk.

“Yeah. Three were strictly drug overdoses that stand out among the others we’ve had. The fourth died of a gunshot wound to the gut but also had high amounts of drugs in their system.”

“This looks different than the stuff we’ve been seeing in the lab,” Scott commented, flipping through the pages.

“It’s different than I’ve seen before,” Carol commented. “I almost feel like it’s a new type of cocaine. It’s not quite crack, but it sure as hell isn’t what we’re used to seeing. More and more of these cases popping up not just in Pinellas County, but all over Florida.” “It’s not just Florida, but we think that it’s originating from here.” Scott closed the files. “Are these my copies?” “Yes, I just need you to sign a release form. And can you leave your card with Lucy, so if I find any more weird things I can give you a call?” She slid the release to him, and he scribbled his signature on it.

“No problem,” He shook her hand and headed back out the way he came. Lucy was checking in an elderly couple for their appointment while Janice pulled their file. Once the couple sat down, Scott approached the desk.

“Hey again,” He smiled at Lucy, and she felt her cheeks lighting up again.

“Hey. Did you get everything you need?” “Well, almost. I just need your number.” Scott chuckled a little when Lucy squeaked.

“Here you go,” Lucy wrote her number on a sticky note, and against her common sense, drew a little heart on it as well. Scott smiled as he took the note, sliding her his card.

“This is for Dr. Pierce, but feel free to call for anything. And I mean anything.” He left then and Janice quickly made her way back over to Lucy.

“Girl!” She was practically bouncing. “He’s just your type and you barely had to say anything! Tell me your secret!” “He’s not my type. I don’t have a type.”

“Oh yes, you do. You love Magnum PI.”

“Well, that’s Tom Selleck. Everyone loves Tom Selleck,” Lucy shrugged.

“What’s that other detective show? The brothers? Oh! Rick Simon. You love him.” Lucy glared at Janice. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Don’t you have nurse things to do?” Lucy asked. Janice just laughed before heading to get a room set up for the first patients of the day, while Lucy looked at the business card she had been given.

[ponchaka]

New OC based on Luna Vachon and Onebadnoodle's Weaponized Pants.

[84reedsy]

Hi!!

I love your writing! If you're up for it, number 66 (wet already? I see you're so eager, hm?) + SCSA ? 🫣✨️ there are so few fics of him, i'm suffering 😮‍💨😭

Thank you and feel free to ignore :)

“I can't believe this has become a thing…” Norah watched as producers wrapped duct tape around her wrists and the arms of a rollaway chair they just found somewhere in the building. Another producer started taping below her chest and around the back of the chair.

Steve Austin stood back against the opposite wall with his thick arms crossed and a hint of mild amusement in his expression. Norah was a mouthy addition to Raw. Talented, but mouthy. She should know better than to one-up any of the main roster, but it hadn't stopped her from stealing his thunder on occasion.

“They like seeing me get mine,” he shrugged, “and clearly like seeing disrespectful heels put in their place,”

“I am no Scott Hall,” she winced as duct tape was put higher on her forearm and then ripped off to replace, “I think you're just a sadist,” she spat back, starting to feel the restrictive confinement of her situation.

“Ha, a sadist, huh?” Steve cocked an eyebrow. No one knew he'd shut her up a few times before, though there had been plenty of veiled hints. If she was going to call him names, he might as well live up to that reputation, “You sure you even know what that word means, kiddo?”

Norah shot a daggered look his way. He knew she despised being referred to in any way that highlighted her youth. She knew he loved the torture of teasing, but she also knew that she'd flipped the tables on him many times.

“Don't expect me to educate your redneck ass just because you don't know big words,” she volleyed, “Jesus are you TRYING to cut off my circulation?” She snapped at a producer taping her knee to the base of each arm rest. It seemed unnecessary, but she couldn't move at all and that was the overall goal.

They wheeled her in a massive walkin cooler, leaving only her and Austin as they prepped for the shots in the hallway. He held a roll of the tape, grinning sinisterly.

“Looks like they forgot a spot,” he ripped off a half foot piece.

“I don't know where because I can't fu-” she squealed as he slapped the tape over her mouth, laughing as she continued with what he could only assume was a string of pointed curses.

“Much better, I think I might hang on to this stuff,” he held up the tape, “Never know when you might get…,” he bent down to her level, his hand on her thigh, “out of hand,”

Norah looked down at where his hand rested, high on her thigh near the hem of her shorts. There was no way he was going to try and pull this when the cameras’ return was imminent.

“Don'tyoudare,” she said, muffled.

“Don't? Don't dare…what?” He smirked, his fingers inched higher at a creeping pace.

“Not'what'....” her eyes warned him, the “What?” chants irritated her to no end, mostly because they interrupted her mic work (as it did everyone else).

“Sorry doll…come again? What?” He leaned in, turning his ear to hear another muffled string of curse laden insults, “Awful dirty mouth…must be an awful naughty girl to go along with it.”

Steve's fingers continued their inward journey. With only a thin, stretched layer of spandex separating them, his fingers grazed between her thighs. She sucked in a quick breath through her nose at the gentle, but evident touch. She could hardly believe the audacity of this man.

She fixed a harsh stare at him, but he only returned it with a relaxed, still amused expression.

“I could think of a whole lot of things to kill time between promos tonight. May finally put you in your place, girl,” he pressed his fingers against her covered sex a little more firmly, his smile falling slightly as she moaned responsively to his touch. She may be shooting him a look to kill…but she wasn't saying to stop either.

As the heavy door opened, Steve pulled his hand back and took an easy step backwards to lean against a stack of beer cases, looking entirely too casual.

Norah tried not to look irritated as the cameras entered, clearly rolling. She could only imagine Lawler's frenzied reaction and Jim Ross's dumbfounded stuttering.

Steve cracked open a beer and leaned in close to her face as did the camera.

“You don't mind if I have a beer…do you?” He cocked his head to the side, his rhetorical question garnering whats from the crowd that she could even hear from where they were deep in the arena.

“I'd offer you one but your mouth looks,” he took a long sloppy swig, “otherwise occupied,” he enunciated.

She didn't have to fake heavy breathing, just that it was from fear instead of annoyance. She mumbled through the tape only drawing a condescending laugh from him.

“What?” He asked with a cocky humor that made her wish she could spit in his face. She heard the crowd's chorus again.

“If you're waiting for your buddies to save you, they gotta find you first…and I think you may just prove to be some damn good bait,” he picked up a strand of loose hair and twisted it between his fingers, “Do you….have a problem …with that?” He asked pausing for the crowd to quote the words on his shirt.

Norah called him every name she could think of, straining against her restraints as Steve stood, only more amused.

“She's a feisty one,” he downed the rest of the beer, throwing the can to the side as he wheeled the chair back towards a darker corner.

Once alone again, he quickly removed the tape from her mouth.

“Ow! You sick jackass!” She spit out, her lips tingling from the harsh removal.

“Well if you're gonna be like that, I'll just put it back on,” he moved to replace it, but she craned her neck away, “That's what I thought,” he leaned in dangerously close, “I figured we might find another use or two for that dirty mouth,”

“You're such a dirty old man,” she snarled at him, her eyes darting towards the door, knowing the camera would return.

“Says the girl with the filthy mouth,” his hand held her chin, his thumb grazing her bottom lip.

“I'd be really careful what you put near my mouth right now,” she warned with a mischievous smirk, “You might not get everything back…”

She gasped as his hand gripped her neck suddenly but lightly.

“You're not really in much of a position to be making threats, little missy, are ya?” Steve knew her contrary attitude only inflamed him more. Her stubbornness was only a facade. He'd broken through it before, tonight would be no different.

His hand slid up her thigh again, this time dragging the edge of his nails across the delicate skin. She tensed and gasped, biting her lip to muffle a groan when he switched to the other leg.

He leaned over her, his mouth hovering just above hers. She could feel his warm breath waft over her, ever so tinged with the smell of beer. She didn't realize her head was tilting back as if inviting him to kiss her.

Just as he was an inch from her lips, he smirked and pressed the tape over her mouth again quickly.

Norah huffed, her annoyance surging as he wheeled her forward. He must've heard the crew as they were waiting at the doorway, backing up as he pushed her into the hall.

“We're gonna put you somewhere nice and safe…see if you're buddies will even bother to come find your mouthy ass, ha,” Steve improvised, nearly slinging her down the concrete corridor. She tensed, hoping she didn’t go toppling over and smash her face against the cinder block wall or the concrete floor, but Steve’s hand caught the chair and slid it into a secluded caged off area.

The camera’s left again - Norah’s breathing labored from the adrenaline. She stared him down as he looked around the doorway to make sure no one lingered behind. Her eyes were trained on him as he stalked back to her. She was regretting just how vulnerable she was at this moment, completely at his mercy and from the glint in his eye, he wasn’t feeling very merciful.

“Now, where were we?” Steve kneeled on the ground now in front of her, a hand on either of her knees moving upwards.

“Fuckingsadist,” She mumbled, but her eyes now followed his creeping fingertips, mostly hoping they didn’t stop.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” He said smugly, his fingers slipping under the hem of her shorts, “wet already? I see you're so eager, hm?,”

She jolted as he brushed his fingers along her slit, unable to conceal her arousal from his wandering touch.

“Just what are we going to do about that?” He asked her, smirking at her muffled response, “That’s what I thought you’d say.”

She wished she at least had use of her hands as he pulled the fabric to the side and his lips descended on her sex. Now partially thankful for the tape over her mouth, she hoped that perhaps they’d never be found.

SCSA/Scott Hall Promo Ref: https://youtu.be/nUdRsD18JnU?si=vuRrubXv8lJsagmd

[melonthesprigatito]

Another random Zootopia OC drop

Out of the population of millions of mammals, Amara is only one of 100 amur leopards living in Zootopia.

Works a crappy dead end job as a barista at a Snarlbucks in the Tundra Town district with an inexperienced younger coworker and an asshole caribou boss (Sven Antlersson) who tells her to smile more, but not TOO much because he doesn't want her scaring off any customers with those fangs of hers.

Her junior coworker Chelsea Fleetfoot (a cheetah) idolises her and sees her as a cool, mentor figure.

Despite her situation, she's remained positive. The only reason why she hasn't quit yet is because she dreams of opening up her own cosy coffee shop and she's using her salary to save up to buy a vacant lot to renovate

She's very popular amongst customers for her eccentric attitude, but she also just does not give a fuck about anything. If her coworker is getting flustered by a rude customer, she'll take over for her and politely and passive aggressively serve them.

During the three months when the Savage Predator attacks happened, she and Chelsea were unceremoniously fired and replaced with her boss' nephew because he thought that customers seeing predators behind the counter would scare them off. Once Bellwether's plot was exposed and the effects of Nighthowlers became public knowledge, Amara took her former boss's sorry ass to court and sued him up the wazoo for wrongful termination.

Mr Antlersson had to sell the Snarlbucks location due to be able to afford the mounting lawsuits, so Amara used the settlement to she received to buy it up and finally achieve her coffee shop dream.

[thafutureness]

IT'S IN THE RING!!!!

Inspiration from @aritamargarita. Putting my wrestling stories up here & living out my imagination. a few stories coming on the way.

[spike-minoda]

Sitting here contemplating changing Alexandra's faceclaim. Her current faceclaim is Lena Katina, but I'm thinking of changing her faceclaim to Sabrina Carpenter, because she looks closer to my original idea for Alexandra.

[stunnajitj]

⋆˚࿔ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝟐/𝟑) 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🍓

•　ＳＬＯＷ　ＵＰＤＡＴＥＳ　•

Re-upload

ＳＨＡＷＮ　ＭＩＣＨＡＥＬＳ　

( Michael )

⁸ 🍓:  𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - Janet and Shawn have two beautiful sons. Their oldest Michael, being five and their youngest Jace, being three. Despite having two kids together, Janet and Shawn's relationship has always been rocky. One minute they are the best of friends and always flirtatious but then, the next minute they can't stand to be around each other. But through all of that, somehow Shawn always finds his way back into Janet's bed when he's home.

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁷ )

¹² 🍓: 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

ʚ🍓ɞ - After months of secret hook ups in hotels, rental cars and backstage areas - Shawn grows tired and finally takes charge. Making a plan so Janet can be his and only his.

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁴ )

ＬＩＶ　ＭＯＲＧＡＮ　

( Gionna )

⁹ 🍓: 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - Wanting someone who's in a new relationship is incredibly challenging, especially when that someone is your best friend...

↳  WWE ( ²⁰²⁴ )

ＲＯＭＡＮ　ＲＥＩＧＮＳ　

( Joesph )

¹⁰ 🍓: 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 ~ Jonathan (Jimmy Uso), Trinity (Naomi) and Josh (Jey Uso) help Lola with a very special surprise for her husband's 38th birthday. Bringing herself back to her roots.

↳ WWE ( ²⁰²³ )

ＢＲＥＴ　ＨＡＲＴ

¹¹ 🍓: 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - The ladies of WCW convince Vivica to plan an exclusive night so she could finally have her first time with her freshly new divorced boyfriend, Bret Hart.

↳ WCW ( ¹⁹⁹⁷ )

ＲＨＥＡ　ＲＩＰＬＥＹ

( Demi )

¹³ 🍓: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - Solána was the only crew member backstage who truly “HATED” Demi (Rhea) outside of her character on television. Demi didn't know what it was, but, no matter what she did Solána wouldn't work with her or even speak. But After “War Games” all of that has to change...

↳ WWE ( ²⁰²⁴ )

~ 𝔍𝔞𝔷𝔷𝔶 ʚ🍓ɞ

[frascospecimen]

Amanita

[cactusdying]

yaaaaayyy

[sleepy-achilles]

Leon's Nightmare 2, Part 3- Gifts come in all shapes.

Tw- Violence and gore. Demonic stuff happening. I'm disappointed by the horror aspects of Leon's nightmare 1 so I'm trying my best to improve it here. Wish me luck.

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Drew frowns at the kids as they make a mess. "I hope your planning to clean that up" drew frowns as athena moves to him. She just grabs his arm and he can't help but suddenly feel cold. "Athena?" Drew asks. "What did you do?" She asks. "What?" "Why did you hurt him?! WHAT DID YOU DO!" Athena screeches. Drews head snaps towards Leon who's suddenly has multiple stab wounds forming. Drews eyes widen in fear as the skeleton blade appears. A long dark body hand with sharp nails appear holding it. Drews breathing picks up as another hand appears by Leon's neck, squeezing, causing the neck to beging to crack and crunch.

Drew stares at the dark eyes staring back at him over Leon's shoulder. A wicked grin and grey skin, long curly horns. That's when a cruel laugh leaves the creature.

Drew screams as he jolts forward, he gasps and glances around his bedroom. Empty. Empty bedroom. "Leon? Leon!" He yells as he climbs out of bed. He's quick to run downstairs. "Morning dad" athena smiles from the dining room where the kids are eating. "Wheres your father?" Drew asks, sounding breathless. "Uh the study I believe he's painting." Athena tries recalling. "Yeah, asked if I could leave so he could focus. Said he had a dream or something." Ophelia shrugs around a mouth of cereal.

Drew rushes into the study. It wasn't really a study anymore, more of a art studio. The kids all liked drawing in it but the only people who got proper use from it was Ophelia and Leon. He pushes the door open to see Leon sat at a canvas painting. "Leon" he sighs. "Hey baby, didn't wanna wake you but I couldn't help it. Needed to paint this thing I saw in a dream last night. Thought this might help get it off my mind." Leon explains. Drew walks over and his heart stops.

The demon from his nightmare. "Um what was your dream?" Drew asks. "Its weird. We just spent the day together as if it was normal. As if we were friends." Leon chuckles. Leon puts the brush down, turning on his stool to face Drew. "Im sorry I left the bed. I know I normally don't I just needed this baby." Leon hums placing his hands on drews hips. Drew frowns as he cups Leon's face. "Thats alright..baby.." Drew mutters. "I love you" Leon whispers resting his head against drews chest. "I love you too." Drew promises as he hugs Leon close. He feels deep in his gut that this might be the last time for awhile. Drew squeezes his eyes shut as tears build and just rubs his thumb against the back of Leon's head.

"I love you.. "

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Sheamus watches drew as he laces his boots. "You alright man? You seem..off..." sheamus asks. "Just been a long few weeks. With Leon's seizure, pressure from hunter about the tag belts and don't even get me started on H and Caspians school reports" drew sighs standing up. "How has he been?" Sheamus asks. Drew frowns and looks at their mutual friend.

Before he can answer, Leon strolls in. "Hey baby" Leon smiles as he walks over. Sheamus frowns as Leon kisses drews cheek. "Im going to be late home tonight. I've gotta talk business with hunter." Leon states. "Okay" drew nods. "Ill let the kids know" drew adds. "Good. Good" Leon nods. He looks at sheamus. "Looking good man" Leon smiles at him before walking off.

Drew sighs. What is he to do? No one wants to listen. He phoned taker this morning and taker stated he took a look and Leon is fine. Kane even looked. Drew needs so- "that's not Leon." Sheamus suddenly speaks up. Drews head snaps towards him. "What did you just say?" Drew questions facing him fully. "Thats not Leon. Leon would never call you baby for one, he hates that nickname unless it's towards an actual child or small animal. He would never stay late to speak to hunter. He never did for vince. If they needed to speak to him, they had to do it during the show or speak to him the next day. And finally, he's never nice to me. He never compliments me because he believes it will fill my weird obsession with him, but you and I both know it makes me try harder to try get him to be nice." Sheamus rambles.

Drews eyes widen. "Thank you" drew whispers hugging sheamus. "Thank you Sheamus" he pulls back. "It was him last night. But now? Now I'm not too sure" drew admits. "Ministry?" Sheamus asks. "Thats the issue...ministry would know these things. Its how he managed to hide last time. We never knew because he knows how Leon thinks and act." Drew admits. "Oh god..something new? No..that..that can't be good." Sheamus groans. "No. No it can't." Drew mutters looking back at the door.

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Drew watches as Leon pulls his jacket and vest off. Drews eyebrows raise as he notices Athenas Cross is gone.

He glances at sheamus who also has noticed it.

Yeah. This isnt Leon.

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Athena frowns as she walks into her bedroom. Her eyes immediately land on the cross dangling from her desk lamp. The cross that should be around her Papas neck.

She reaches forward and grabs it only for her breathe to be knocked out of her.

She gasps and stumbles back, her back hitting something..or someone.

She turns and stumbles back again at the sight.

"Its alright baby girl...I'm not here to hurt you" the raspy voice tries to soothe. Athena watches as the red haired woman kneels. Her skin burnt and ruined, but her hair? Her hair and her piercing green eyes are perfect. "W-who are you!" Athena barks holding out the cross. It doesn't do anything which throws her off. "Im Athena. Your great grandmother." She smiles. Athenas eyes widen. "Grandad takers mama?" Athena asks. "Yes sweetie. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help you."

"Help me?"

"Help you."

"Help you save your Father."

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Drew runs a hand over his face as he walks into the house. He pauses after the door shuts. For a house full of four children, it's awfully quiet. "Kids? Kids! I'm home!" Drew calls. "Shush!" Caspian barks from the kitchen. Drew furrows his brows as he walks towards the youngest. He stops in the doorway as he sees the kids sat around the table with candles, holding hands. Two of the kids holding hands to a empty space.

"What the hell?!" Drew barks flipping the lights on. The kids groan and protest at their dad. "We were trying to save papa! You've scared her off now!" Athena barks. "Im sorry what?!" Drew demands. "Great grandma! Athena can see her! She's like grandad taker, uncle kane and papa! She was helping us contact papa!" Ophelia explains as if it's obvious. Drews eyes widen.

No. No.

Athena was supposed to be normal. She wasn't supposed to be like Leon and taker.

Takers mother is like them?

Of course she is.

"Jesus" drew whispers. "You know that isn't papa! Why won't you help us?" Athena asks. "Its not that simple! That's why!" Drew snaps grabbing his phone. He pulls up takers number but pauses.

He glances at athena, she's staring at him with pleading eyes.

He quickly swaps to shawns number.

"Oh hey drew"

"Shawn..we have a problem. A purple problem."

"I know. I'm glad you finally called. I'll be over as soon as I can."

Drew looks at his phone as the man hangs up. "Of course. Can always rely on you Shawn." Drew whispers with a small smile. "Grandpa?" H asks. "Yeah-" "Grandpa sees things. He has done ever since he moved into the valley. Dad's also started seeing things since marrying papa. He believes there nightmares. There not." Athena explains to the youngers.

Drew pauses. How does she know that? "Grandma athena told me." Athena hums. Drew frowns. "Clean up kids. Grandpa is coming." Drew orders, moving to the table and blowing a candle out.

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Humming of tip toes thru the tulips echos around the empty space.

The lost and conflicted man cups his hands around the back of his head, arms covering his ears. He rocks back and forth trying to block the stupid song out.

A cold hand cups the back of his neck. "You must not give up now. We cannot let him win. Not anymore. Not now." The glitchy voice states. "Why? Why should I trust you?" "Because he betrayed me. He tricked and betrayed me. Its time to stop hiding in the shadows. It's time for me to seek revenge.-" "to stop being his bitch?"

"Exactly. Now get up."