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Devil You Know

Fandom: Heaven’s Secret (Book 1: Season 1)

Pairing: Lucifer x F!OC (Devon Hart)

Series: Oh, So Devilish

Chapter summary: Devon and Lucifer end up in Hell...

Word count: 4,500

Warnings: M (swearing, aggro, blood, toxic behaviour, forced imprisonment, references to death, physical violence... we're really on the Highway to Hell now, folks! 😆)

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A/N1: As promised, here is the follow-up instalment to Devil May Care, which reworks the start of HS S1E6 (because - again - I was dissatisfied with the way the majority of the interactions went down in canon 😅).

A/N2: As mentioned previously, I will only be tagging those people who specifically asked to be tagged after reading the previous part. So, if you want in on any future instalments featuring this pairing (I am definitely planning more rewrites for this universe!), do let me know in the comments! Otherwise, happy reading! 🤗

Devil You Know

Biting down on my tongue, I scrunch my eyes shut in consternation.

I kissed him… I kissed Lucifer…!

On the cheek, but still.

I crossed an unspoken line and thrust our relationship (…for lack of a better word) into a hitherto unconscionable realm of intimacy.

And there’s no way that contrary ass is not going to rub this in my face the first chance he gets.

I swallow a groan. What the hell possessed me to do something like that? I don’t even like the guy…

But I’m not given the chance to come up with any kind of answer, for in the next instant, a strong gust of wind whips through my hair, and I feel my skin come alive with an unmistakable zap of energy as the vortex opens up above us once again.

So much for flying under the radar…

But playing hooky had been worth it. I am now one step closer to solving the puzzle of my death, and finding some much-needed closure… even though my unexpected side-trip ended up raising more questions than it has solved.

Who is Amidi Laurent? Why did he ram me off the road? Was it really an accident, or something more sinister? And — perhaps more importantly — why did Lucifer stick his neck out for me?

I catch the demon’s eye from across the opposite end of the funnel. There is something flickering in the embers of his gaze, but before I have a chance to try and decipher it, he’s jumped into the eye of the storm.

Heaving a resigned breath, I leap after him, fully expecting to have to navigate an excruciatingly awkward flight back to the Academy in the wake of my momentary lapse of judgment.

But, instead of snide comments, or shifty glances, I am greeted by something completely unexpected. Lucifer is up in front of me, eyes closed and arms folded behind his head, coasting the currents as if he were laid out on a sun-soaked beach, rather than hurtling through the planes of the cosmos at break-neck speed. But maybe this is his idea of a vacation. Suspended weightless in a vacuum, floating effortlessly along the periphery of the here and now like a mere after-thought, without any responsibilities or obligations…

I can certainly see how the temporary liminality offered by the vortex could be a welcome escape for someone like him.

That said, I still find this method of travel somewhat unnerving, and the constantly shifting kaleidoscope of colours have a tendency to make me queasy. So, I’m not about to imitate Lucifer’s travel habits.

Luckily, I don’t have to battle with the motion sickness for long, and before I know it, we are both being lowered back onto solid ground.

“Dammit!”

Lucifer’s outburst startles me with its vehemence.

Glancing around, I quickly spot the reason for his aggravation. As, yet again, we have been diverted…

…this time, to the Gates of Hell.

I whirl on him. “Why are we here?”

Lucifer — once again fully winged and tattooed as a result of having shed the cloak of his human skin — responds to my question by pulverizing a mid-sized boulder with his fist. “Why the fuck do you think, Unclaimed?”

I fold my arms defensively. “If you’re implying that I—"

“Do not try to wriggle out of this,” he snarls, crimson feathers flaring as he rounds on me. “The only reason we are here is because of you.”

“Me?” I gasp in disbelief. “Why the hell would I—?”

“Father found out about our little side-trip,” he grits, the wildfire raging in his gaze on the verge of consuming him completely. “Which means he knows we broke a rule. And he hates being kept waiting.”

I take an involuntary step back. “Wha—?"

“End of the road, angel,” he proclaims, closing the gap between us with a serpentine smile. “It’s judgement hour.”

Before I have a chance to blink, he’s shoved me into the mouth of the gaping chasm that is the Gates.

A petrified scream erupts from my throat as I go plummeting into the dark depths, the stinging smell of the sulphur burning my nose, the sharpness of the rocks grazing my wings.

My wings!

Twisting myself around in the choking blackness — at the expense of a motley of bruises on my knees and elbows — I manage to level myself out in time to spot the rapidly approaching speck of light at the bottom of the crevice. Spreading my wings as much as I can within the confines of the space, I try to convert my freefall into something resembling a controlled descent.

But given that I am still very much a noob when it comes to flying — having not quite gotten the handle on my latest set of wings yet — I end up hitting the ground will all the inherent grace of a sack of potatoes.

“Ow…” I groan, the acrid taste of iron welling in my mouth.

I may now be an immortal, but that doesn’t mean that I am completely invulnerable. The latest itineration in a growing slew of unsuccessful landings being a painful case in point. But, at least I heal relatively quickly… even from a fall that would’ve killed my former human self.

Raising my head to hawk the blood out, I am met by the sinister-looking toe of Lucifer’s boot.

“Welcome to Hell,” he drawls, yanking me up off the ground by the scruff of my leather jacket.

“You’re a real piece of shit,” I gripe, launching a blood-infused glob of spittle at his feet.

He sidesteps it easily. “Pain trains willpower and character. Both of which you lack. Now, get moving.”

I’m shoved unceremoniously forward. “Where are we going?”

“To the Pits.”

His answer hits me like a bucket of cold water. “Wait… You can’t be—”

“Oh, I’m dead fucking serious,” he confirms, grabbing me by the arm to haul me after him.

I struggle against him. “No. Lucifer… Stop!”

But my protests — and desperate kicks to his shins — bounce off him like cotton balls as he drags me down the length of the cavern against my will.

“You are vile…” I spit.

“Actions have consequences, darling,” he deadpans. “Both Upstairs and Downstairs. You just happened to draw the short straw.”

“But why does your dad even care?” I cry, trying to tamp down the naked fear that is roiling in the pit of my guts. Because while I’ve certainly heard of Satan — I mean, who hasn’t? — I never thought I might actually end up meeting the arch-demon who’s been putting the fear of God into people for the better part of four millennia.

Lucifer’s teeth flash in dark. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

We cross the same expansive courtyard that we traversed during my first visit to Hell on our way to the library. Only this time, instead of moving towards the steps that lead up to the subterranean citadel, Lucifer yanks me in the opposite direction towards a smaller, narrower set of stairs that instantly gives me the creeps.

“Ladies first,” he declares, thrusting me forward.

My hands fly out to find purchase on the roughness of the stone walls in a bid stop myself from tripping head-first down the perilous-looking steps. I stare down into the murkiness that is barely being kept at bay by the flicking light of the torches lining the path of the curved stairwell.

“Can’t we just—?"

But my feeble protest falls on deaf ears as Lucifer gives me an uncompromising shove from behind, nearly causing me to twist my ankle as the heel of my boot scrapes over the lip of the first step.

I throw the demon a dirty look as I begin the trudge down into the bowls of this fetid place.

I should never have trusted him… Much less thanked him for anything.

Not only is he a volatile, exploitative dick, but he is also a lying sack of shit. Because why else would he drag me down here against my will, if not to hang me out to dry in a bid to save his own neck? Knowing that he managed to find himself on Daddy's shitlist?

And if that’s true, then the line he tried to foist onto me earlier about this whole thing being my fault is clearly a masterful attempt at Machiavellian manipulation. As why the hell would Satan be interested in me? A literal nobody who only joined the ranks of the immortals a few weeks ago, and has yet to choose a side?

The answer is, he wouldn’t be. Unless his prodigal son somehow manages to convince him that I’m the deviant wildcard.

I scoff derisively as we descend lower. So much for me being a liability…

But if Lucifer wants to play dirty, then I’ll dive right into the mud with him. Because I’m not about to take whatever kind of fall he’s trying to set me up for… I’m not that stupid.

The air becomes staler and mustier the further down we trek. Dampness drips from the walls above our heads, and the feel of the vastness of the earth pressing in around us starts to make my skin crawl, despite the fact that I didn’t think I suffered from claustrophobia. But Hell has a weird way of playing on your anxieties — no matter how latent — and it’s clear that even my new-found immortality cannot shield me completely from the torments of this place.

Clearing the last of the jagged steps, we arrive in what can only be described as a gaol…

…and I’m immediately sick to my stomach all over again.

Long rows of cells line the black passageway that stretches before us. Upon the sound of our arrival, dozens of emaciated arms reach through the rusty-looking metal bars, begging for release as clanks and moans rise up from the depths of the prison, punctuated by the occasional shriek of anguish.

But the stench… The stench permeating every inch of this hellhole is worse than anything I have ever encountered before. Rotting flesh combined with stale urine and putrid sweat boxed up in a dank space that’s never seen the light of day… and never will. All underlain by an abject miasma of despair so thick that you can taste it on your tongue — the reek of eternal damnation.

I clamp my hands over my nose and mouth in an attempt to stop myself from throwing up. “What is this place?”

“A holding area,” Lucifer replies nonchalantly, grabbing my arm again to pull me after him, seemingly obviously to the toe-curling wretchedness spread around him. “Where the damned await their eternal punishment.”

“Jesus Christ…” I breathe, stumbling after the demon as the full implication of his words filters through me.

This isn’t even Hell… the real Hell with its nine circles of fire and brimstone. This is merely a waiting room. But even it is soul crushing enough to make you want to abandon all semblance of hope.

I shudder involuntarily. God knows what the rest of the place is like…

“That name means nothing down here,” Lucifer grunts, as if reading my thoughts. “Don’t waste your breath.”

“How much further…?” I manage to choke out as I cringe closer to his side on instinct, trying to dodge the grasping reach of the skeletal hands.

“We’re here.”

“Huh?”

I face-plant into Lucifer’s shoulder as he comes to an abrupt stop.

“What th—?”

“Get in,” he orders, wrenching the door of an empty cell open.

I recoil in horror. “No way.”

His jaw tenses. “This isn’t a negotiation.”

“Damn right, it isn’t!” I retort. “Because you’re not locking me up in here!”

“I don’t fucking have time for this, Devon,” he grits, pulling me forward. “Just take the damn hint and—“

“Like hell…” I grate, fighting him.

His red eyes flare in the murk. “Poor choice of words.”

He wrenches me violently forward, nearly ripping my shoulder from its socket in the process. I sail past him and into the cell, the edges of my wings clipping the metal bars on my way through. And by the time I manage to find my footing, he’s shut the door on me with a decisive clang.

“You’re a sadistic bastard…” I spit through the bars as he secures the convoluted-looking lock.

“And you’re a fiendish pain in the ass,” he hits back, scorching me with his gaze. “So, be a good girl for once and—“

I slap him — hard — my eyes blazing with fury. “Fuck you.”

He stills, the sharp sound of flesh-on-flesh rendering him motionless… like a bull that’s caught sight of the red flag.

I stare at him, chest heaving, the unspoken tension roiling between us.

He licks his lips. “You got teeth, angel… I’ll give you that.”

“Bite me,” I snarl, meeting the conflagration raging in his eyes with own wall of hellfire. Because I’m not letting him get away with this.

He leans in close, his mouth almost brushing mine through the bars. “Make it a wish and I will…”

I scoff at him. “In your dreams, demon.”

Something flashes in his gaze. “Immortals don’t dream, darling.”

He begins to turn away…

…and my stomach drops as I suddenly realise that maybe this isn’t some kind of twisted game.

I grab for his arm. “Lucifer! Wai— Argh!”

“Careful with the bars, Unclaimed…” he throws flippantly over his shoulder as he strides off. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

“Lucifer!” I gasp, hand pressed against my side where a metal barb had dug against me. “Stop! Come back! This isn’t funny!”

But he’s already gone, swallowed up by the darkness.

“Lucifer!” I shriek, all vestiges of my former bravado vanishing in a puff of smoke as real terror splices through me. “LUCIFER! Don’t you dare leave me here!”

Silence. Except for the wails of the damned.

A choked sob escapes me. “Please don’t leave me here…”

But my cowed plea receives no answer. No crooked smile flashes in the shadows, no crimson feathers rustle in the depths to give any indication that this is all just some kind of sinister prank, and the joke’s on me for falling for it.

I swallow against the panic that’s threatening to choke me. He left me… The bastard really left me…

Which means that I’m on my own.

And as petrified as I am, I flat out refuse to spend the rest of my newly-immortal life trapped in this hole. I wasn’t given a second chance at existence by God… Sepha… whoever decides these things… just to end up as another nameless, faceless soul that got press-ganged into Satan’s receiving line.

Wiping the wetness from my face, I step up to the cell doors with renewed determination.

There must be a way to pick that lock.

Reaching carefully through the bars, I try to feel out the mechanism. But given that I cannot push my head through the gaps of the barbed metal, or contort myself in such a way to be able to see what I’m supposed to be working with without shredding myself to pieces, I quickly realise that I need a different angle of attack.

Stepping back slightly, I focus everything that I have inside of myself, trying to dredge up something that can help me. But if I have any as-yet undiscovered magical ability, I cannot find it. No spark… no buzz… nothing. Just an empty void staring back at me.

Shit…

I throw my hands out sharply, hoping that if I’m feeling desperate enough, a wave of energy will miraculously shoot from my fingertips to blast the door off its hinges…

…but I have no such luck.

I reel away from the bars with gritted teeth. I will not rot here… I will not!

Casting my eyes around the confines of the cell in search of anything that I can use to jimmy the lock with — a sharp stone, a scrap of metal, even the forgotten fibula of a previous occupant — I spot what looks like a break in the bars.

Stepping towards it, I realise that the end of one of the rungs had rusted away, disconnecting it from its neighbour. Which means it may be possible to snap it off completely.

I have no idea how an immortal’s strength measures up in comparison to an average human’s, but I’ve heard that people finding themselves in life-or-death situations are capable of almost miraculous feats of strength and bravery. So, maybe true grit can save me where magic ended up falling short.

In any event, I’ve got to try.

It’s not like anyone is coming to save me — as even if Mimi, Dino, or anyone else were to raise the alarm at my unexplained absence, there is no guarantee that (a) any of the instructors actually care enough about me to launch a search, and (b) they would find me anyway. Hell is a vast place, and no one would have a reason to look for me down here to begin with. They’d probably just assume that I’m still playing hooky back on Earth. And given that he’s the one who ditched me here, Lucifer will be the last person to point them in my direction.

Which makes me doubly determined to break out of here. Even if just for the fleeting satisfaction of getting to spit in that smug demon’s face.

Grasping the aging piece of metal, careful to avoid the spikes protruding from it, I give it a couple of experimental tugs. It holds strong, but I managed to bend it towards me somewhat.

Feeling a rush of hope well in my chest, I plant a foot on one of the lower bars to give myself some added leverage…

…and nearly jump out of my skin when the darkness next to me moves.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a sunken, leathery face appear beside mine, its features grotesque in its distortions... its skin reeking of death.

"Hello, doll..."

A hysterical scream erupts from my mouth.

I heave myself backwards without any rational thought, trying to get away from whatever the hell this thing is, even if it’s stuck on the other side of the cell.

But the ghoul is faster. Its four-fingered hand shoots through the gap in the bars, clamping onto my wrist like the fangs of a serpent.

“You’re fresh…” it observes gleefully, pulling back its bloodless lips to reveal a row of shark-like teeth.

I struggle against it viciously. “Let me go, you freak!”

It yanks me against the bars with a snarl.

Thrown off balance, I crash against the rusty metal, the protruding barbs ripping into my face and chest.

The sharpness of the pain brings fresh tears to my eyes. But some deeper instinct tells me not to show fear, not to show weakness. So, with supreme effort, I force myself to tamp down the terrified whimper that’s clawing at the tip of my tongue.

Lidless eyes glint at me mordantly through the slits in the bars. “Not nice…”

It tightens its grip, and I gasp as a sudden chill shoots up my veins to slice into my heart like a dagger.

“Mmm…” the creature purrs, darting its blackened tongue out to lick its lips. “Sweet…”

A million shards of ice explode across my chest as I feel the warmth get sucked from my bones like juice through a straw... my life-force along with it.

Knowing in the back of my mind that I don’t have much time before this thing renders me into a slobbering, vegetative mess, I gather up what’s left of my rapidly ebbing strength to plant both of my feet against the foot of the bars…

…and yank myself from backwards with a primal cry.

The ghoul shrieks in rage as my wrist snaps free of its clammy hold, sending me flying backwards to land in a shivering heap on the floor of the cell.

Wrapping my arms and wings around myself in a bid to stop my chattering teeth from biting into my tongue, I try to stoke up what residual heat is left in my body in the wake of whatever it is that that thing tried to do to me.

Suck my soul dry, by the feel of it…

I have no idea how long I lie there, curled up like a gutted fish on the grimy stones, but eventually I feel some semblance of warmth return to my chilled extremities as my heart begins to beat with vigour again.

Rolling gingerly onto my side, every inch of me aching, I find the ghoul glaring at me with undisguised hatred from the other side of the bars.

“Nasty doll…” it spits, pacing back and forth, like a beast trapped in a cage. “Doesn’t want to play…”

“No shit,” I retort, pushing myself back onto slightly wobbly feet. “I’m not your fucking toy!”

Why every immortal insists on slapping me with patronising labels, I have no clue. But it’s really starting to grate on my nerves!

The ghoul comes to an abrupt halt and cocks its head to an unnatural angle. “Fierce.”

I force myself to meet its gaze, even as I feel a shudder run down my spine at the sight of the soulless void I find staring back at me. “I like to beat expectations…”

The ghoul’s mouth draws back into a horrible grin. “You cannot beat Him…”

I frown. “You mean Lucifer?”

A strangled wheeze claws itself out of the brute’s throat, and it takes me a second to realise that it’s laughing. “Stupid doll… The Son of Satan is a mere worm! No match for Him!”

“Must be doing something right if he managed to lock you up in here…” I counter dryly.

I must’ve struck a nerve because the ghoul’s humour vanishes with a hiss. “This cell is fleeting! He freed one… He will free more! He will free me!”

My eyes widen in sudden realisation. “He… You mean—?"

“Mal…bon…te…!” the ghoul cackles.

I suck in a breath. He does exist! Which means—

“And Zizga will wait,” the creature continues, running its tongue over its teeth with zealous conviction. “Because I know your taste now, doll… And you cannot—“

Bang!

Metal crashes against metal as the door of the cell flies open behind me.

Whirling around, I find Lucifer standing in the gap between the bars, head bowed and knuckles fisted around the rungs on either side of him.

“Crawl back into your fucking hole, Zizga,” he orders, lobbing a wad of spit onto the floor.

Zizga hisses at him like a defiant cobra. “Your pitiful threats mean nothing, Son of Satan! You will be first to—“

“Last warning,” growls Lucifer, raising his head to torch the ghoul with a baleful glare.

It is then that I notice the state of the demon’s face…the blackened eye… the bruised jaw… the blood matting his shirt. “Oh, my God! What happened to you?”

Lucifer’s humourless scoff turns into a hack as he pushes himself away from the doorway. “Just another meeting… with the old… Reaper.”

My eyes widen in disbelief. “Satan… He did this to you?”

“He doesn’t like… to be kept waiting…” he grits, clutching his side as he stumbles into the cell.

“Jesus…” I rasp, taking in the full, macabre sight of the Devil’s handiwork.

“…doesn’t give a shit,” Lucifer spits through broken lips. “And neither should—“

His knees buckle.

I dive forward on instinct to catch him. “Luci—!”

But no sooner does my hand brush his shoulder than I find myself shoved up against the bars of the cell, with his fist crushing my windpipe.

“Save your damn sympathy, Unclaimed!” Lucifer snaps, hellish eyes blazing. “I don’t fucking need it!”

I struggle for breath as the barbs bite into my wings. “I was just—“

“This is all your fault,” he growls through bared and blood-stained teeth. “You and your pathetic need for answers… About a death that was just as meaningless as your life.”

“You… wouldn’t… understand…” I choke out bitterly, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.

“No,” he grits, face inches from mine. “I wouldn’t. Because I know the rules. Yet here I am taking the fucking fall for you anyway.”

I gasp as he tightens his hold on my neck. “I never… asked you to…”

“No…” he agrees, his gaze scorching contemptuously over me. “So, don’t expect me to make this mistake again.”

“I won’t,” I tell him tightly, feeling a lone tear escape to skid down my cheek.

I’m such an idiot… For ever thinking that—

His eyes suddenly narrow. “The hell is that?”

“Nothing…” I sniff, turning my head to hide the embarrassing crack in my composure.

His hand shoots up to grab the underside of my jaw, forcing me to look back the other way.

I grit my teeth, but he ignores my discomfort, the heat of his gaze raking over me like a laser, taking in every cut and scrape decorating my face, before sliding down the side of my neck to rest of the exposed part of my chest above my ruined top.

“You can’t be left alone for five minutes, can you?” he derides… though I feel his hold on me loosen slightly.

I scoff vindictively. “Says the asshole who locked me in a cell.”

He snaps my head back to face him again. “I told you to keep away from the bars.”

“Maybe I was looking for a shank to stick you with,” I snip up at him.

“Liar,” he indicts, his hot breath coasting my lips as his nails dig against my skin once more. “Who did this?”

I stare back at him scornfully. “Like you even care.”

“I’ll wring it from you, angel…” he warns. “One way or another.”

“You’re such an ass…” I gripe…

…but my gaze shifts to the left nevertheless.

Lucifer’s nostrils flare with rancour as he whirls away from me. “You like the bite of steel, do you, Zizga?”

The ghoul screeches in strife. “No! Do not listen to it! She is nasty and full of lies!”

Lucifer crosses the open space in two strides to grab the disgusting creature by the front of his tattered robe, and wrenches him against the bars. “Doesn’t feel great, does it?”

The ghoul twists and spits like a viscous barn cat, trying to free himself. “Malbonte will clip your wings, puny Son of Satan! He’ll—“

“Eat shit and choke, leech,” Lucifer snaps, shoving Zizga roughly away. “And don’t threaten me with fairytales.”

The ghoul cracks out a laugh as it stumbles backwards. “Your world will burn, demon! Ashes and dust! You’ll see!”

Lucifer lunges at the bars again, but the creature scuttles off into the shadows with a raspy cackle.

I straighten back up, rubbing my neck. “What is that thing?”

“Why the fuck are you still here?” Lucifer glowers without turning around.

“I—“

“Get out!”

I jolt at the naked fury in his voice. But I don’t need telling twice.

Spinning on my heel, I dash out of that nightmarish cell, and down the dank hall, all the way back to the stairwell, as if the very Hounds of Hell were chasing me.

But instead of relief, it is a quagmire of confusion that suffuses my guts.

What the hell just happened?

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Tag Team Lovers - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Commision: @childofsaltwater

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Nicole

Summary: Jeff Hardy is Nicole’s tag team partner and after being beaten on by the Wyatt Family, Jeff is worried that Nicole is hurt.

Warnings: Wyatt family attacking Nicole, Jeff being cute, head shot from a chair, hospital, Fluff

Word Count: 3,060

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“And for the Wyatt Family.” I stared directly into the camera, rolling my eyes and giving a scoff. “Nothing and I mean nothing will get in my way when I win the Raw Women’s Championship this Sunday at Survivor Series.” I smirked. “Not even you smelly barn yard animals.” Hearing the crowd roar from backstage, I couldn’t help but to break character and give a slight smirk.

“And that’s a wrap.” The camera man said right after the red dot disappeared. Him and another crew member gathered the cables to take another shot of someone else’s segment in another area of the arena.

“That was great, Nicole.” Charly smiled, handing the microphone to the crew member passing by. “I’m rooting on you winning the title from Asuka.”

“Thanks, Charly.” I laughed. Being great friends with Asuka outside of the ring made our storyline better. Asuka and I practice in and out of the ring, we discuss our matches together and see what we could do better for the both of us.

“Oh, I think a certain Hardy is trying to get your attention.” Charly giggled, eyeing behind me. Turning my head, I saw Jeff Hardy waving at me with a bright smile. I quickly looked away, a blush painted on my cheeks. “I think he likes you.” She softly spoke but still loud enough for people around to hear.

“Shh!” I hissed out. I felt my cheeks becoming hotter from her words. “Don’t say that out loud!”

Laughing, Charly turned her heels about to walk away. “I’ll see you around, Nicole!” She then left, heading to her next interview.

“That was a great promo you shot.” I jumped slightly hearing a country accent.

“Thank you.” I smiled as Jeff circled around and sat on a crate beside me. Fresh paint covering his face. I always loved the white, black and purple colors designs on his face. My eyes skimmed over his face, I soaked in his look. His dark hair pulled back into a bun, both sides of his head cleanly shaved as if he just walked out of the barber. His gauges were slightly bigger, he must have just recently moved down in size. His beard was trimmed and shaped in the cool shapes like he usually does.

Hearing him clear his throat, I quickly snapped out of my haze and swallowed nervously, scared he caught me staring. “I like your face paint tonight.” I squeaked out, trying to come up with something so it wasn’t obvious that I was daydreaming about him.

“Why thank you.” Jeff smiled. “I’m trying a new brand so it won’t come off as easily while I wrestle.” His thick accent made wrestle sound like ‘wrastle’. “Anyways, I really hope you win this Sunday.” Jeff had his hands on his muscular thighs as he sat.

I fiddled with my fingers, my stomach tightening. “Thanks Jeff.” Was really all I could say, too scared to say anything else just in case I said something ridiculous. “Ya know I’m going to be in your corner that night, right?” Jeff acknowledged the fact.

“Really?” I asked, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Of course! You’re my partner and we gotta stick together! I want to be the first person you hug once you win that gold!” Jeff exclaimed. Ever since Matt left the WWE and went to AEW, Jeff was lonely here on the opposite wrestling company. Seeing a amidiant change in his mood along with his personality. Jumping into action I spoke with Jeff every Monday during Raw, we even started to travel everywhere together and when we weren’t together we text nonstop, talking for hours. We immediately became friends.

I started to get text from a number I didn’t recognize, the person greeting themselves as Matt, Jeff’s older brother. Matt appreciated me going out of my way to make sure Jeff didn’t go on a binge because Matt left him. I was scared that Jeff would relapse and spiral out of control. Being in each other’s corners was beneficial for both of us. Me being there for Jeff so he won’t hit the bottle or any illegal things and Jeff was there for me as a vet and keeping out of trouble. Jeff was a great friend and a perfect mentor even though my feelings were growing stronger and stronger towards him each and every day, I managed to keep things professional even though other close friends wanted me to make a move.

Watching Jeff on the television as a teenager made me daydream and fantasize about becoming a wrestler, he was the one who made me want to drive myself to become one. I’d get judged at school for having an alcoholic and drug abuser as a role model. Becoming friends with Jeff was a dream come true.

“So what do you say?” Jeff asked, giving me a small smile.

“I- I’m sorry, what?” I blinked, I didn’t realize I was so caught up in my own thoughts that he was speaking to me.

He cleared his throat, rubbing his hand against his opposite shoulder. “I uh, I was wondering if you’d want to go eat out after your match this Sunday?”

Jeff Hardy, my teenhood crush wanted to take me out for dinner the night I might win the title? Trying to keep myself in check, I ran my fingers through my hair. “Dinner sounds nice, Jeff.” I smiled at him. Checking the time on my phone I nearly forgot my flight. “Oh geez, I’m going to be late for my flight again.” I groaned.

“Well, let’s get your stuff and rush to the airport.” Jeff hopped down from the crate, pulling out his car keys.

Throughout the week Jeff was on my mind. Constantly cleaning or trying to do other things other than just text Jeff. I needed a clear mind going into Survivor Series. Laying in bed, I looked through my social media even texting Auska the details I had in mind about our match. Clicking on Instagram I checked what pictures I was tagged in. I smiled widely as a fan tagged me and Jeff in a photo that I’ve never seen. The pros about paparazzi was they can get great pictures. Cons, they can sometimes get terrible pictures and still post them on social media without a care that others will make fun.

My eyes cast down at the status. ‘I think Nicole and Jeff would make the cutest couple!’ I smiled at the complement. I wondered if this was true, Jeff was years older than me, so I wasn’t sure if we’d get gross looks because of the age difference. The biggest question was; did he like me more than a friend?

Standing by the gorilla, my focus was on the television, the camera pointed at Jeff sitting at the commentating table along with Michael, Byron and Corey. Jeff smiled widely and waved at the camera leanse. I smiled at the gesture, knowing it was for me. Seeing Jeff smile settled my nerves. “After this match I’ll be having dinner with Jeff.” I mumbled to myself.

“Dinner with Jeff!?” I heard someone yell.

Quickly turning around, Auska had a big smile on her lips, her green makeup around her eyes. “S- Shh, shh.” I looked around making sure nobody was listening. “Yes, Jeff asked me out to dinner after our match but please don’t tell anyone.” I begged, I didn’t know if this was just a friendly dinner or something more.

The smaller woman rushed up to me, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a large hug. I hugged her back. “I promise I won’t tell.” Asuka nodded. Hearing her theme hit, Asuka pulled away. “I’ll see you out there, champ.” She winked and rushed out behind the curtain.

Groaning loudly as Auska kicked me in the stomach I kneeled down. The lights beaming down on me was making me sweat more than the activities I was doing in the ring. “Oh, what a rough kick to Nicole!” Michael Cole announced. “I don’t think your partner is doing so hot out there, Jeff.” He added on.

“Trust me Cole, she’s doing great in the ring. Better than you’ll ever be.” Jeff smirked, trying to act as if he wasn’t on the edge of his seat. He was worried that I got hurt, his eyes darting around the ring as Auska and I ran the ropes soon colliding into each other.

Bouncing off of the ropes, running towards Auska I shoulder tackled her, plastering her on the mat. Rushing towards the turnbuckle I quickly climbed to the third one and striked a pose. Photographers and fans quickly snapped photos of me before I splashed on top of Auska. A grunt escaped her lips, as I quickly pinned her I whispered; “Are you okay?”

The ref slammed his hand down on the mat. “One!”

“Yes, I’m fine. Great match.” She spoke, I nearly missed what she said as the ref slammed his hand for the third time.

The bell rang loudly as I crawled off of Auska. “Here’s your winner! Nicole!” The crowd roared and screamed. As I was on my knees, panting the ref handed me the Raw Women’s Championship and raised my left hand. Looking over to my left I saw Jeff standing and clapping loudly with a smile on his face.

“And what’s this? It’s- It’s Bray Wyatt with a chair!”

I didn’t even notice anyone behind me as I was distracted by Jeff who was now in a panic. “Look out!” He yelled, pointing behind me.

I arched my eyebrow, slowly looking behind me to see what Jeff was trying to warn me about. My eyes widened at the sight of Bray Wyatt raising a chair and it coming down. The impact of the chair hitting the side of my head echoed throughout the arena. Dropping the title, I slumped onto the ring, seeing darkness.

All I heard was Bray speaking into the mic. “I warned you Hardy, I told you if you wouldn’t join me and my family and if you don’t, people close to you are going to get hurt!” He let out a sinister laugh.

“Holy shit, Nicole!” Jeff slid into the ring, holding me close. “Where are the medics!?” Jeff screamed at the ref.

Sitting in the trainer’s room, I held an ice pack to the back of my head. “How in the hell did you take a chair shot and not split open!” Jeff exclaimed, trying to examine my head making sure there was no blood.

“Well, you know, being with the company for a decade, you pick up a few things kid.” I said in a teasing manner and gave Jeff a wink.

“Sure you have.” Jeff smiled but his face soon turned serious. “But you’re sure you’re okay?” He asked with a concerning look on his face.

“Yes, come on Hardy the doctors even cleared me.” I reminded him.

“I don’t really trust these doctors.” Jeff grumbled. “We should probably take you to the hospital.”

“No! No. Jeff really, I’m fine.” I smiled, taking the ice pack off of my head and sat it next to me. I really didn’t want to miss this date Jeff and I were about to have.

He squinted at me, studying me hard. “Hmm, if you say so.” He sighed. “But if your head hurts and your eyes are sensitive to the light you let me know asap and we will go to the hospital.”

“Okay.”

“No, no ‘okay’, Nicole I’m being for real. This is dangerous. I need you to promise me.”

Huffing, I nodded. “Okay, I pinky promise Jeff that I’ll tell you.” I held out my pink and he wrapped his pinky around mine. Sliding off of the table, I tried not to show that my head was spinning. “Let me shower real quick and I’ll be out.” I smiled.

Jeff nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”

With that I left for the women’s locker room. Thankful that no one was in the room, I started to strip. Tossing my ring gear into my bag I walked towards the showers. Turning it on I hummed as the warm water hot my face. I leaned forward, resting my head against the cool tile. Only to hiss out slightly as it throbbed my head.

Opening my eyes I grunted as the water was now cold. Quickly shutting off the water I wrapped a towel around my body and went to my bag. Grabbing my phone my eyes widened as I saw that it was 11:45 PM. “What the fuck?” I mumbled, not realizing I must have knocked out in the shower. I saw text messages from family members congratulating me on my win. I saw one from Jeff wondering if I was okay. I quickly text back saying ‘getting dressed now’.’

Quickly drying off I threw on clean clothes and stuffed my things in my bag and rushed out of the locker room to see Jeff leaning against the wall with a frown. “Jesus, Nicole are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.”

“Hey, girl likes her showers.” She tried to laugh off the suspiciousness.

“Okay, well let’s go.” Jeff grabbed my bag and slung it over his shoulders.

“I know this isn’t what you thought for dinner.” Jeff blushed as we sat across from each other. McDonalds in front of us. “No other restaurants were open.”

“It’s my fault, I showered too long.” I shrugged, grabbing a french fry and placing it in my mouth. I squinted slightly as the lights above hurt my eyes.

“Nicole, are you sure you’re okay?” Jeff asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah, yeah I’m totally fine.” I waved my hand, trying to ignore the throbbing in the back of my head. “Just tired.” I grumbled, my eyes slowly shutting.

Hearing heartbeat monitors beeping, my eyes slowly fluttered open. I was laying in bed, covers tucked me tightly. I was in a white room with an IV stuck in my vein and wires connected to me. “What the fu-”

“Nicole?” Jeff’s head quickly snapped up, I looked his way.

“What happened?” I groaned, holding my slightly less throbbing head.

“You passed out while we were having dinner.” Jeff frowned. “You promised me, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m scared of doctors.” I lied.

Jeff gave me a ‘really’ face, not buying it. “Nicole.”

Sighing, I rubbed my tired eyes. “I… I didn’t want to mess up our dinner plans. I didn’t want to postpone it because of my head.”

“Nicole, your health is the number one on my list.” Jeff held my hand. “I wouldn’t have known what to do if this concussion hurt you more than it did.”

“What did the doctor say anyways?” I asked, slightly sitting up more in the bed.

“Well, the IV is in you because you were dehydrated and they also put some medication in for the pain in your head. Other than that it was a concussion from the chair shot. They said you won’t be able to wrestle for two week.”

I frowned, looking over to my left to see the red title in the chair. “Don’t worry about the title, Nicole. You’re still the champion, they’re not going to take that away from you because you have a minor injury, they’ll have you cut some amazing promos but nothing in the ring.”

Sighing, I nodded knowing to trust Jeff. “When can I leave?”

“In a few hours, so when the sun is up.”

I looked over at the clock, it was three in the morning. I huffed out a sigh. “I really do hate hospitals.” I gave a shy smile.

Jeff laughed. “I know, I do too.”

“So, about dinner?”

Jeff’s tongue grazed across his bottom lip, running his fingers through his dark hair. “Well, darlin’” Jeff nibbled on the bottom of his lip. “I just wanted to tell you we’ve both been there for each other and I know I shouldn’t mix business and personal life together but I can’t ignore these feelings anymore, Nicole.” Jeff’s eyes shined as he looked at me.

My heart was picking up on each word he spoke. “I know what you mean?” I said softly, cupping the side of his face. The heart monitor is now picking up the pace.

He leaned into my touch. “Seeing you black out in the middle of the ring, it really scared me Nicole.” He tried to hold back the tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s just a concussion.” I reminded him. “I’ll heal.”

Jeff sniffed. “What I’m trying to say here, Nicole is will you go out with me?”

I smiled widely as he asked me out. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jeff.”

Years down the road, Jeff and I got married, bought a house in the country and had a few animals.

“Jeff?” I asked, walking around the large house. Finding him in the office he was working on his computer.

“Yes baby?” He hummed, clicking and typing a few emails.

“I have a surprise for you.” I giggled, handing him a small box. I placed it in front of him.

Jeff eyed me carefully. “Nothing is going to pop out, right?” He grabbed the box, shaking it lightly.

“I promise, no please just open it.” I begged, holding up my camera as I clicked ‘record’.

Jeff gave a playful glare towards the camera, grabbing the lid and slowly opened it revealing a stick. “Surprise, daddy.” I giggled.

His eyes widened at the positive pregnancy test. “You’re- You’re pregnant?” Jeff quickly stood up. I smiled, nodding my head.

“You’re going to be a dad!” I laughed. Jeff quickly wrapped me up in a hug.

“Our little family is finally growing.” He nuzzled his head against mine. Cupping his beard cheeks I gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

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Tag Team Lovers - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Jeff Hardy x Nicole

Commission: @childofsaltwater@childofsaltwater

Summary: Jeff Hardy is Nicole’s tag team partner and after being beaten on by the Wyatt Family, Jeff is worried that Nicole is hurt.

Warnings: Wyatt family attacking Nicole, Fluff, Jeff being cute, head shot from a chair, hospital.

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“That was great, Nicole.” Charly smiled, handing the microphone to the crew member passing by. “I’m rooting on you winning the title from Asuka.”

“Shh!” I hissed out. I felt my cheeks becoming hotter from her words. “Don’t say that out loud!”

Laughing, Charly turned her heels about to walk away. “I’ll see you around, Nicole!” She then left, heading to her next interview.

“That was a great promo you shot.” I jumped slightly hearing a country accent.

I fiddled with my fingers, my stomach tightening. “Thanks Jeff.” Was really all I could say, too scared to say anything else just in case I said something ridiculous.

“Ya know I’m going to be in your corner that night, right?” Jeff acknowledged the fact.

“Really?” I asked, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

I started to get text from a number I didn’t recognize, the person greeting themselves as Matt, Jeff’s older brother. Matt appreciated me going out of my way to make sure Jeff didn’t go on a binge because Matt left him. I was scared that Jeff would relapse and spiral out of control. Being in each other's corners was beneficial for both of us. Me being there for Jeff so he won’t hit the bottle or any illegal things and Jeff was there for me as a vet and keeping out of trouble. Jeff was a great friend and a perfect mentor even though my feelings were growing stronger and stronger towards him each and every day, I managed to keep things professional even though other close friends wanted me to make a move.

“So what do you say?” Jeff asked, giving me a small smile.

“I- I’m sorry, what?” I blinked, I didn’t realize I was so caught up in my own thoughts that he was speaking to me.

He cleared his throat, rubbing his hand against his opposite shoulder. “I uh, I was wondering if you’d want to go eat out after your match this Sunday?”

“Well, let's get your stuff and rush to the airport.” Jeff hopped down from the crate, pulling out his car keys.

Huffing out a sigh, I locked my phone and tossed it to the night stand and slowly fell asleep.

“Dinner with Jeff!?” I heard someone yell.

The ref slammed his hand down on the mat. “One!”

“Yes, I’m fine. Great match.” She spoke, I nearly missed what she said as the ref slammed his hand for the third time.

“And what’s this? It’s- It’s Bray Wyatt with a chair!”

I didn’t even notice anyone behind me as I was distracted by Jeff who was now in a panic. “Look out!” He yelled, pointing behind me.

“Holy shit, Nicole!” Jeff slid into the ring, holding me close. “Where are the medics!?” Jeff screamed at the ref.

Sitting in the trainer's room, I held an ice pack to the back of my head. “How in the hell did you take a chair shot and not split open!” Jeff exclaimed, trying to examine my head making sure there was no blood.

“Well, you know, being with the company for a decade, you pick up a few things kid.” I said in a teasing manner and gave Jeff a wink.

“Sure you have.” Jeff smiled but his face soon turned serious. “But you’re sure you’re okay?” He asked with a concerning look on his face.

“Yes, come on Hardy the doctors even cleared me.” I reminded him.

“I don’t really trust these doctors.” Jeff grumbled. “We should probably take you to the hospital.”

“No! No. Jeff really, I’m fine.” I smiled, taking the ice pack off of my head and sat it next to me. I really didn’t want to miss this date Jeff and I were about to have.

He squinted at me, studying me hard. “Hmm, if you say so.” He sighed. “But if your head hurts and your eyes are sensitive to the light you let me know asap and we will go to the hospital.”

“Okay.”

“No, no ‘okay’, Nicole I’m being for real. This is dangerous. I need you to promise me.”

Jeff nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Hey, girl likes her showers.” She tried to laugh off the suspiciousness.

“Okay, well let's go.” Jeff grabbed my bag and slung it over his shoulders.

“I know this isn’t what you thought for dinner.” Jeff blushed as we sat across from each other. McDonalds in front of us. “No other restaurants were open.”

“It’s my fault, I showered too long.” I shrugged, grabbing a french fry and placing it in my mouth. I squinted slightly as the lights above hurt my eyes.

“Nicole, are you sure you’re okay?” Jeff asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah, yeah I’m totally fine.” I waved my hand, trying to ignore the throbbing in the back of my head. “Just tired.” I grumbled, my eyes slowly shutting.

“Well, I really wanted to tell you something, Nicole. I was hoping it was at a more romantic place but I can’t keep these feelings to myself anymore-” He stopped talking as he noticed my eyes were shut. “Nicole?” I became slumped in the seat, darkness consuming me again.

“Nicole?” Jeff’s head quickly snapped up, I looked his way.

“What happened?” I groaned, holding my slightly less throbbing head.

“You passed out while we were having dinner.” Jeff frowned. “You promised me, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m scared of doctors.” I lied.

Jeff gave me a ‘really’ face, not buying it. “Nicole.”

Sighing, I rubbed my tired eyes. “I… I didn’t want to mess up our dinner plans. I didn’t want to postpone it because of my head.”

“Nicole, your health is the number one on my list.” Jeff held my hand. “I wouldn’t have known what to do if this concussion hurt you more than it did.”

“What did the doctor say anyways?” I asked, slightly sitting up more in the bed.

Sighing, I nodded knowing to trust Jeff. “When can I leave?”

“In a few hours, so when the sun is up.”

I looked over at the clock, it was three in the morning. I huffed out a sigh. “I really do hate hospitals.” I gave a shy smile.

Jeff laughed. “I know, I do too.”

“So, about dinner?”

My heart was picking up on each word he spoke. “I know what you mean?” I said softly, cupping the side of his face. The heart monitor is now picking up the pace.

He leaned into my touch. “Seeing you black out in the middle of the ring, it really scared me Nicole.” He tried to hold back the tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s just a concussion.” I reminded him. “I’ll heal.”

Jeff sniffed. “What I’m trying to say here, Nicole is will you go out with me?”

I smiled widely as he asked me out. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jeff.”

Years down the road, Jeff and I got married, bought a house in the country and had a few animals.

“Jeff?” I asked, walking around the large house. Finding him in the office he was working on his computer.

“Yes baby?” He hummed, clicking and typing a few emails.

“I have a surprise for you.” I giggled, handing him a small box. I placed it in front of him.

Jeff eyed me carefully. “Nothing is going to pop out, right?” He grabbed the box, shaking it lightly.

“I promise, no please just open it.” I begged, holding up my camera as I clicked ‘record’.

Jeff gave a playful glare towards the camera, grabbing the lid and slowly opened it revealing a stick. “Surprise, daddy.” I giggled.

His eyes widened at the positive pregnancy test. “You’re- You’re pregnant?” Jeff quickly stood up. I smiled, nodding my head.

“You’re going to be a dad!” I laughed. Jeff quickly wrapped me up in a hug.

“Our little family is finally growing.” He nuzzled his head against mine. Cupping his beard cheeks I gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

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