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mouschiwrites · 4 months

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Hi can I request male reader X the ninja (not nya sorry) headcanons jsut the reader being protective of his boyfriend

Please and thank you 💖💖

Sure thing, friend! :D

Ninjago - Ninjas When You're Being Protective

Kai

You guys were out on a date at a noodle parlor, just minding your business

You stepped away for a moment to refill your drink, and Kai managed to get himself in an argument with another customer while you were gone

To be fair, the other guy initiated it

He recognized the famous ninja and decided to be a degenerate

He was talking down to Kai pretty harshly, and Kai was struggling to defend his honor

It was getting more and more difficult to come up with comebacks as his anger rose and his pride deflated

You just about dropped your drink when you came back to see the two going at it

You stepped in immediately, barely stopping to think

"This your boyfriend? Way out of your league, fire boy-"

"Sorry, do we know you? I think I'd remember a stench like that—yeesh, by the way—but it'd be impolite not to at least ask."

Both Kai and his assailant's jaws dropped open

The guy turned bright red with anger, trying to stutter out a response before giving up with a frustrated grunt and storming off

You watched him leave, scowling bitterly

When he was finally gone, you turned to Kai to check on him

You expected him to be upset, but he was smiling

"Are you okay, Kai?"

"Am I okay? Are you kidding? That was awesome! Did you see his face?"

You blushed a little, joining in his hysterical laughter

Kai wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in to kiss your cheek, telling you how lucky he felt to have someone like you on his side

Jay

Jay had just finished fixing up a vintage motorcycle, a project he'd been working on for a long time

You didn't really trust the janky contraption; no matter how much Jay insisted that it was safe, you swore it looked like it was about to collapse

But you hated to stomp on his sandcastle, so you just watched while he poured gas into the tank for a test drive

Tapping your foot nervously, you decided that you couldn't just stand there

You wandered around the garage, gathering protective gear

You had a helmet, some shin guards, elbow pads, and a biking jacket when you approached Jay

He glanced at you once, then did a double-take when he saw what was in your arms

"Y/n, I am not wearing all that."

"And I am not letting you ride that timebomb without any protection."

Seeing that firm look in your eyes (which he not-so-secretly loved), Jay knew there was no winning

Though he'd never admit it, he actually liked when you were stern, even when it was directed at him

He sighed, letting you put the gear on him

You felt a lot better, but you still insisted on following behind on your own motorbike

As it turned out, you were right; you got about 100 feet out of the garage before the old bike's tire went flying, sending Jay straight to the asphalt

You ran to Jay's side, letting your own bike fall in your haste

He just smiled awkwardly up at you

"Uh... oops? Good thing you made me wear the gear, haha..."

You laughed, kissing the top of his head; you were just glad he was safe

And he was glad that you, like always, were looking out for him :)

Cole

This was way back when Cole still had a rough relationship with his dad

You managed to convince him to let you meet his father, though you could tell that he wasn't exactly excited

But you made sure to let him know how much you appreciated it

At first, you didn't see the problem

His dad seemed totally cordial and pleasant, if not a little rigid

The issue presented itself pretty quickly, however

You were sitting on the couch, catching up and getting to know each other

Cole was being weirdly cagey about his own life, so his father took the lead in the conversation

"You know, Cole used to be a really good dancer. Of course, there was a lot of room for improvement, haha! Oh, you should've seen his tumbling skills... the boy could hardly land a cartwheel."

You didn't like the way he was looking at Cole when he said it; you knew you had to do something, but you still wanted to respect Cole's privacy

"You don't know what you're talking about. Cole does flips, backflips, twists, turns—you should see him now."

Cole blinked at you, as did his father

The latter tried to laugh it off awkwardly, making some vague comment about Cole's continuance in dancing school

But, quite frankly, you'd seen enough

You ended the visit as politely as you could

Cole was still staring at you as you walked away

"What? I didn't like how he was talking about you, so I retaliated. Was that so wrong?"

Cole just smiled, draping an arm around you with a satisfied sigh

"No, it was actually kind of funny. And brave. I'm glad you said it."

He was more than glad; no way he would've stood up for himself in front of his father, so he was grateful that you were there

Zane

You guys were on a mission in an extremely remote town

The place barely had street lamps; needless to say, it was far from technologically advanced

You made a pit-stop for snacks at a run down little convenience store

You walked in first, looking ahead at the handful of aisles filled with dusty (probably expired) snacks you didn't recognize

You almost didn't notice the man at the counter by the door, but he spoke up rather loudly

He pointed to Zane, who was following close behind you

He said something about not serving "his kind"

That almost did it for you, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt

"What do you mean 'his kind'?"

"Robots, buddy. Beep-boops. You know, the things with no souls that take over every town and household they come into? Not. Welcome. Here."

You turned to face him, your expression hardening

Zane tried to stop you, insisting that he could just wait outside

"They're smart, I'll give 'em that. Say, while you're at it, why don't you go back to whatever evil over-industrialized decrepit city you came from!"

"Okay, that's it. I'm not going to stand here and let you insult a person who's got ten times more intellect and twenty times more soul than you'll ever have. Come on, Zane, our business is clearly not wanted here."

You held up the cash for him to see as you left, and the man behind the counter opened his mouth to try and get you to stay

Zane let you cool off a little, following silently while you stormed down the street

When you finally calmed down enough to ask if he was okay, he told you that he was just proud that you handled the situation civilly

He doesn't like violence, so he particularly admired your gentleness (he knew you could've been a lot meaner, and he's glad you weren't)

And that, though he hadn't really been offended, he found it endearing that you stood up for him

He squeezed your hand affectionately as you both continued down the dusty sidewalk

Lloyd

It was almost impossible to go anywhere with Lloyd without being stopped by a fan

You'd grown used to it; if anything, you were happy that so many people appreciated Lloyd

So you'd stand on the sidelines, smiling patiently while they got a photo and an autograph

But every now and again you'd get stopped by someone who wasn't a fan

You were just out for a walk when one such person stopped you

Actually, it was a group of men, hatred twinkling in their eyes

They came so close that the one at the front was just about nose-to-nose with Lloyd

"You think you're all that, huh? Just because you've got some fancy powers and you've 'saved the city,' you think you're so much better than everyone else?"

"Uh... no?"

"Tch, sure, play dumb. I miss the days when the police would take care of us. You didn't see us parading cops down the street and selling action figures of them! That's because they were humble!"

The men behind him were nodding aggressively, shouting their agreement and praise for cops

Your face twitched distastefully, and you wedged yourself between the front man and Lloyd

"I'd speak a little more respectfully to the guy who saved you from the literal personification of evil. Multiple times, mind you."

The guy's eyes narrowed; he clearly hadn't expected any pushback

He scoffed, making sure to step on your toe as he turned to storm off

Lloyd grabbed your shoulder groundingly, giving you a look that begged you to let them go

He thanked you for your support though, sliding his hand down your arm to hold your hand

He never really knew how to deal with haters, so he truly did appreciate you stepping in

(and he's lowkey hoping you will in the future too...)

Aaa I hope this was okay!! Thank you so much for this request, I had fun writing it! And thanks for reading, take care cuddle bears <33

(divider by saradika)

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lvrhughes · 6 months

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Not If? | A. Xhekaj

pairing: Arber Xhekaj x fem!reader

summary: The team had made bets on when you and Arber would kiss and it was finally the night they ended.

warnings: none? slut shaming barely?

word count: 1k

not my gif!

It was like the minute you met Arber everything clicked. The two of you became inseparable, it was as if the two of you were attached at the hip.

He was quick to introduce you to the team, warning them even quicker that you were so very off limits. And the team saw that quickly, making a bet (a month after Arber brought you in once) about when the two of you would kiss.

“So when are we gonna see Squirt again?” Cole played, nudging Arber’s shoulder as he walked past him in the locker room.

“You can’t call her that, you’re barely taller than her.” Arber rolled his eyes, returning to taking his gear off.

“Okay well, ouch, I am taller than her and I miss seeing your girl.” Cole shrugged, taking his spot in the locker room.

“She’s not my girl.” Arber mumbled, getting more aggressive with his movements.

“She basically is, but whatever, bring her out for the team drinks tonight?”

“Fine. Only if she wants.” arber agreed, looking to Cole to ensure he understood.

Arber was quick leaving, running out to the parking lot with his stuff before everyone else. Quickly headed to your car where you sat waiting for him.

“Hi Arbs.” You grinned as he got in your car, leaning over the console to touch you, his arms wrapping around you best he could.

“Hi Squirt.” He grinned.

“Told you not to call me that!” You giggled, holding his hand as he got situated before leaving the parking lot.

“Come on, it’s perfect, you're tiny just like that turtle!” He laughed, his body shaking. He loved thinking back to the first time he let you choose a movie to watch, you chose Finding Nemo and declared how adorable you thought the turtles were.

You just shook your head, smiling at the tall defenceman who sat in your passenger seat. The smug smile on his face as you left the parking lot.

“Oh yeah, it’s team drinks tonight and Cole asked me to invite you. Apparently he misses you.” Arber rolled his eyes while repeating it, making you laugh.

“I’d love to come.”

“You came!” Cole was the first to notice you, running around Arber to reach you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hi Coley.” You grinned, hugging him back while Arber stood beside, a glare on his face.

“Give my Squirt back.” Arber grumbled, pushing Cole away from you within a minute.

“Hey, you can share.” Cole complained, returning to the table while you and Arber followed.

The team huddled around the table, sat in the corner of the bar. The table was filled with opened drinks, a few phones littered the scene and many, many chairs scattered around the table.

“Arber brought her!” Nick informed his team, meaning a round of cheers while a few others got up to hug you.

“It’s like you love her more than me.” Arber mocked hurt, his hand on his heart with a mocking expression.

“We do.” Juraj answered, wrapping his arms around you as you laughed.

The fake frown littering his face as you returned to Arber’s arms, his arms immediately wrapping around you again. Keeping your body pressed against his as he sat down beside his team, Juraj on his left and Cole on his right while you sat in his lap.

“‘M going to get drinks.” You informed him, getting off his lap with a kiss on the cheek, him smiling and nodding.

You had Arber’s order memorized, walking up to the bartender and repeating both of yours orders. Handing the bartender Arbers card, like he’d always made you, ensuring you could never pay for your own drinks.

“Hey pretty lady.” A rough voice was heard behind you, pretending to not know he was speaking to you, you faced the bartender still. “Usually when someone speaks to you, you turn.” The man complained, his hand landing on your shoulder to turn your body towards him.

“Hey-” The man was on the ground holding his nose.

“Arber!” You gasped, reaching for him as he shook his hand, wiping the blood from the man off. He looked up, walking into your grasp before leading you back to the table.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” You mumbled, Arber pulling you back into his lap as he sat.

“He called you a slut I don’t know what else you could’ve thought I’d do.” He shrugged, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you stared at him.

“He also called me your girl.”

“And?Aren’t you?” He looked at you, seeing how you’d react.

“You never asked.”

“Okay then I’m asking now, you’ll be my girl?”

Nodding in reply, leaning to kiss his cheek. He moved, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he kissed you, encouraging you to run your hands through his hair.

“You owe me $20, Nick!” Cole’s yell encourages you to break away from Arber, looking at him in confusion.

“Oh yeah,” Cole started, laughing before continuing. “We all have bets on when you guys are going to kiss.”

“Not if?” Arber asks, his arms still tightly wrapped around your body.

“We all knew it was going to happen dude.”

Arber laughed at the deadpanned look on Cole’s face, Nick coming behind to look at Cole.

“What are you talking about?” Nick speaks, earning Cole to point at the two of you.

“They kissed!” He answered, Nick rolling his eyes behind him.

“Where’s your proof?”

“You never said there had to be proof!”

“They’re so stupid.” Arber whispered in your ear, pressing kisses down your neck as you giggled.

“Look, see he’s kissing her right now.” Cole pointed, trying to get the money from his captain.

“Fine ugh.” Nick groaned, shoving a 20 dollar bill at Cole, watching a smile grow on the younger boy's face.

“I won!” He cheered, getting up to collect more money from other teammates.

You laughed, leaning back into Arber before kissing him once more. Feeling his body relax into the kiss, his hands holding your body against his whiles yours traveled through his hair.

“I love doing that.” Arber mumbled against your lips, earning a smile as you leaned into him again.

#mads writings!#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj imagine #arber xhekaj x reader #montreal canadiens #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #mads' requests💗

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withwritersblock · 2 months

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The Fall of Home

~The Fall of Home by Los Campesinos!~

Author's Note: idk honestly it's mostly word vomit ngl Italics are flashbacks Summary: Nate wins the cup and needs his childhood best friend to celebrate with him Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, shouting Word Count: 3,990 Nathan Mackinnon x fm!reader

She sat on the couch watching the dying minutes of the Stanley Cup finals. She watched Nate push Gabe towards the bench, her heart beating hard against her chest. It was t0o close. Not enough to feel as though they had done it. The Avalanche jersey covering her frame had Mackinnon on the back. It was Nate’s old jersey from his first few years in the league before the Avs switched to their new ones.

Her childhood best friend had done it as the last ten seconds of the game the puck was in the Avs offensive zone.

It was like watching in slow motion as she watched the bench itch with anticipation as the clock winded down from five seconds. The buzzer goes off and the entire team throws their gear everywhere as they cheer and scatter on the ice. Her hands cover her mouth as her eyes well up in tears.

It had been his dream since the second Nate realized what hockey was. She watched him pretend to lift the cup on the lake behind his house countless times. Now in mere minutes she would get to see it done in real life. Except it is on her TV.

Her fiance smiled widely as he hugged her side. “The cups coming back to Scotia!” Daniel mumbled as he kissed the side of her cheek. She smiled politely as she stared at the screen seeing Nate on the screen.

Daniel didn’t know that Nate and herself grew up next door to each other or that he was her first kiss. Or the first person he called after he got drafted first overall. Or the fact that they act like they're in a relationship every time they see each other again. Cuddling, kissing, dinner with each other’s parents.

And sex. A lot of it.

Except Nate hasn’t been home in two years. His family has gone and visited him in Colorado instead. She visited him once in Denver and stayed with him, in the same bed. Except nothing happened between them because of Daniel. Daniel entered her life during a difficult time. It was two months before COVID really went rampant. They went COVID crazy and moved in together right when the lockdown happened. His idea.

Nate stayed in Colorado, despite many of his teammates using the time to visit and stay with their families. But she had Daniel. She didn’t need Nate.

Except she still missed him as the months progressed and the further they had time apart it was as if the feelings she had for him were getting less and less suppressed. But he had a new life, new people, new and better successes. Hell. He just won the Stanley Cup.

She even had a new life. Sure, it was still in the same community she grew up in but she had Daniel and a life that she’s supposed to be happy about.

“Are you crying?” Daniel questioned, a small furrow in his eyebrows. She shifted her gaze towards him for a brief second as she blinked rapidly. She looked back towards the screen to see Nate get handed the cup.

“Cole Harbour, you got another cup!” the announcer shouted as Nate shook the cup in the air with a wide smile on his features. She hasn’t seen him smile so wide since he was drafted.

“It’s just-look at ‘em,” she was referring to Nate.

“Yeah, they’d deserved it from the beginning,” Daniel said as he stood up from the couch to get another beer.

She watched as Nate handed it off to Jack Johnson, a player who’s waited over a thousand games to achieve this. She tilted her head back as she wiped the tear that fell onto her cheek.

~~~

It had been several hours later and multiple Instagram story reels that have kept her up as she watched the team celebrate. She remained on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand. Her phone screen lit up with a call coming from Nate. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly as his contact photo popped on the screen. It was a picture of them back in his Halifax days. He was kissing her cheek, sweaty and still in his jersey.

Pulling the phone to her ear, it was loud on his end of the phone. “Y/N!” Nate shouted, “I need you in Denv-ver, when I get there tomorrow!” he shouted. He sounded blacked out. She smiled to herself, happy to hear his voice. His voice was practically gone but it was still amazing to hear. “I need to see you, we’ve got to-to celebrate,” he slurred.

“Ask me again tomorrow,” she said laughing, “Enjoy your night Nathan,” she said, getting ready to hang up.

“Wait! Wait,” he chuckled, “I’m sorry you couldn’t come to Tampa, I wanted you here so bad,” he explained, the words taking forever to leave his lips. “Bu-but you’ve got a fi-fiance,”

Her features scrunched together as his voice was rasped as he was fighting hard to get the words out. “What does Daniel have to do with-”

“Because-” he hiccuped, “Because he has you and I don’t,” he let out. Her eyes widened as the words left his lips. Her stomach began to do flips as the words played in her mind on repeat.

“Because he has you and I don’t,”

“Oh dude, come on! Give me the phone, Nate! Give it to me. We said no drunk calling!” Erik’s voice rang out on Nate’s end of the phone. “Sorry, Y/N. He’ll call tomorrow when he’s sober!” Erik’s voice was closer to the phone as he spoke.

“Oh okay,” she mumbled as the phone call ended. Her hand began to shake as she pulled the phone from her ear. What the hell did he mean by that?

It was hard to take anything he said seriously because he was drunk, he probably won’t even remember calling her. She brought her wine glass to her lips as she drank it all in one swig.

She lifted her gaze from her lap to the sound of loud footsteps coming from her hallway. “Baby, we’ve gotta get up early for that thing with your parents tomorrow. Remember? Come get some sleep,” Daniel said, his voice groggy from probably just waking up.

She met his eye, praying for an ounce of butterflies or a feeling in her chest that told her he was the one. Or the spark that everyone talks about when you meet your soulmate. But nothing came out of it. She took a deep breath as she nodded, “Yeah, I’ll-” she cleared her throat, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“So, things are pretty serious with him,” Nate mumbled as he messed with his fingernails, avoiding her gaze. She hummed as a reply as she avoided meeting his gaze.

She was laying in his king sized bed in his apartment in Denver, contemplating on why she decided staying with him was better than a hotel. Because all she wanted to do right now was kiss him. It’s been three hundred and forty three days since she last kissed him and she missed the feeling of his lips on hers.

“Why didn’t he come with you to visit me?” he asked, turning his gaze to her trying to read her features. She pulled her lips between her teeth as her eyes widened slightly. She took a sharp breath before looking towards him, her eyes landed on his bright blue eyes. His eyes were slightly swollen as he was recovering from a broken nose still from a few weeks back.

“He doesn’t know that we’re friends,” the last word difficult to leave her lips, “He just thinks that I’m on a trip with friends to Denver to see a few games,” she explained. Nate fought off a smirk on his lips as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“How’s your mom keeping that secret? If I remember correctly all our childhood photos together are all over the living room,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

She chuckled as she inched towards him, slightly. “My brother decided to have four kids in the span of three years. So she replaced all of our photos with my niece and nephews.”

Nate let out a huff of air as he shook his head, “I don’t envy him. Triplets, right?” he asked and she nodded.

“They’re adorable, but a handful,” she muttered.

She met his gaze as she took a deep breath. He smiled softly as he adjusted the pillow under his head. “Is he a Penguins fan or Avs fan?” Nate asked, referring to Daniel. It was common in their small community to be either a Pittsburgh Penguins fan for Sydney or a Colorado Avalanche fan for Nate.

She scrunched her features together and Nate’s hand hit his chest like a fake dagger. “You couldn’t find an Avs fan to date?”

She rolled her eyes playfully as she laid onto her back, forcing her gaze to the ceiling. “You should get some sleep,” she muttered.

Nate laid facing her still, admiring every detail about her. The way her hair laid across his pillow. The curve of her lips and the flutter of her eyelashes. “Y/N,” he let out barely above a whisper, his heart racing. She turned her head to meet his gaze. His eyes trail from her eyes to her lips. Needing to kiss her but he couldn’t. Nate was not one to make moves on someone else’s girlfriend.

But this was Y/N. She was everything he’s ever wanted. Even down to the fake wedding they had when they were nine, it was the first time they kissed. They were nine, kisses at that age barely count but it was the first of many.

She met his gaze, pursing her lips forward slightly as she watched his eyes flicker between her lips and her eyes. “He’s lucky to have you,” he let out finally. She smiled softly, “But I’ll beat the shit out of him if he hurts you,”

“You would knock him out with one punch, he’s not very strong,” she muttered as he chuckled.

The next morning she was woken up by Daniel shoving her awake, “Wake up,” he mumbled as he began pacing in their bedroom. She rubbed her hand across her eyes as she was adjusting to the sudden touch to her body. “What the fuck is this?” he asked, shoving his phone into her face, she pulled her hand away as she stared towards the Facebook post that her mom shared early this morning.

It was hard to read as his hands were shaking, “What-”

“What the fuck is this?” he asked again, dropping his phone onto her chest. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked over the Facebook post.

The caption said From the lake behind our houses to the big stage! Our family couldn’t be more proud. Can’t wait to see the cup in your hands this time! #GoAvsGo #NateDogg

She cringed at the wording but her breath caught in her throat as she saw the collection of photos she added. Each photo shows Nate with her family. Majority of them with Nate and Y/N cuddling cozy and even one of them with him kissing her cheek. “Daniel, I can explain,” she said as she began to stand up from the bed.

“How fucking long were you going to keep this a secret?” he accused as she dropped his phone onto the mattress. Her mouth opened as she tried to find words to say. There was nothing to say. “I mean his contact photo in your phone is him kissing you!”

“Wait, you went through my phone?” she countered as she looked at her phone in his hands.

“No, he called you and I saw the picture. I mean, is the jersey you wore last night his? Like off of his fucking back?”

“I never wanted to lie or keep it from you. What was I supposed to say? Oh by the way, my best friend growing up is now this super famous athlete, I never see anymore.” she expressed.

“He’s not your best friend, all these fucking pictures your mom posted is you two looking coupley. This one is from a year ago when you were in Denver, I mean what the actual fuck. Have you been cheating on me?”

“What no! Will you stop shouting and sit down and have a conversation?” she countered. He shook his head while taking a deep breath. He reluctantly sat down beside her on the bed, refusing to meet her eye.

There was silence for a moment, “Nate and I grew up beside each other. We were born four months apart, our parents are best friends. He was my first friend. We had a weird relationship,” she hesitantly looked towards him, he was still fuming. “We were never in a romantic relationship but,” she let out a huff of air, “Sometimes it felt like we were?”

“I haven’t seen him since the last time I was in Denver, and nothing happened between us. He knows about you and Nate would never even try anything,” she explained. He shook his head.

“So what? You guys have had sex?” he questioned. Her mouth clamped open and shut and he groaned. “I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me!”

“He’s my past, Daniel, he doesn’t matter!”

“But he was a huge part of it! And clearly still is! He’s called you like four times!” he let out as he stood up from the bed. “And you know what, I don’t want to be with someone who keeps such a massive part of their life secret. I’ll move my stuff out by tomorrow,” he expressed, furious. He took a hold of his phone and stormed out of the bedroom.

“Daniel!?” she called out. She let out a huff of air before switching her gaze to her phone that was now lying on the floor.

“You look at those fucking photos and tell me how to feel!” Daniel shouted again. “I can’t compete!” he said before he left.

She tried to feel something for Daniel leaving. Her body was stiff as her mind was racing with thoughts of Nate. Instead of Daniel. She was wrong. He does matter. He always has and despite all of the time apart, he was still so important to her.

~one week later~

She laid in the bed that she once shared with Daniel. He moved out the next day from the apartment after several more fights regarding Nate. He took the ring from her finger and threw it out of the window. Y/N knows she should’ve told Daniel about Nate. It was easier having him be a celebrity in her life than someone she loved. Someone she loved in more ways than one.

She’s spoken to Nate every day since they won. He would call twice. Once in the morning to recap the drunken things he would say well into the night. His drinking slowed down as the weeks progressed but he’s been celebrating every day since. Each night he would call and beg her to come see him in Denver. Every night she would consider it until she would realize he was too drunk to remember. She’d always leave it out the next day they’d talk.

She laid naked beside him as she traced her manicured finger along his chest. Tracing each line of his muscle, each outline. His hand fluttered his fingertips along her skin. He would trace his index finger from the base of her neck in a zig zag to her lower back.

“When do you go back to Denver?” she questioned barely above a whisper. He took a few seconds to reply as he continued the pattern on her back.

“Tuesday,” he let out, shifting his gaze from the ceiling to her. She lifted her head to look down towards him. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his softly. He lifted his other hand from his side and rested it onto her cheek. “This might be the last time I’m back here for a while,” he let out as he stroked his thumb across her skin.

She raised her eyebrows teasing as she pecked his lips, “Let’s make the most of it then,” she muttered between kisses. He smirked into the kiss.

It was sensual and slow, something they’ve perfected over the years as if they know exactly what the other person wanted. Nate pulled away from her lips, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve missed you a lot,” he said as his hand on her cheek moved to the base of her neck. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze. Her cheeks heated up as she smiled.

“Me too,” she mumbled as he leaned towards her, kissing her.

She shook her head as her phone began to vibrate beside her, she lifted her phone up to see Nate was calling her. She took a deep breath as she put the phone to her ear. “Hi,” she mumbled.

“Come to Denver,” Nate said simply. His voice groggy as if he hasn’t spoken much yet. Pulling her head back against the pillow, she scrunched her features together.

“What?”

“I know you and Daniel broke up, I don’t know why you won’t tell me about it. But all I know is that I’ve been trying to see you because my dream has just happened and I want my best friend to be with me. The other half of this conversation can’t happen over the phone, so please come to Denver. Don’t make me wait till I bring the Cup home, please,” he let out as if he’s rehearsed it.

She was stunned. Her eyes blinked slowly as she swallowed hard. “How’d you know about Daniel?” she asked, ignoring the rest for now.

“Y/N, our mother’s still live next to each other and they talk a lot. Come to Denver, I’ll book your flight. I just really need to see you,”

“Okay,” she let out faster than how her mind could process anything.

“How fast can you get to the airport? I want to give you enough time to pack and get ready,”

~~~

She was walking through the airport in Denver trying to find Nate. It took about thirty minutes for her to find him sitting near the passenger pick up doors. He lifted his head, as if he could sense she was close to him.

She stopped as she saw him stand slowly from his seat, shoving his phone into his pocket. He was glowing. It’s been over a year since she last saw him in person but her entire skin began tingly when she saw him as every moment between them played in her mind like a flipbook.

Every kiss. Every intimate moment. Every conversation. Hockey games she wore his jersey to. Her graduation from university he flew from Denver to see. Their very first kiss at nine years old, their fake wedding.

She walked towards him and he began walking towards her. Once they met, she let go of her suitcase and her carry-on bag and jumped into his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he squeezed her tightly against his chest. He took a sharp breath, breathing in her floral perfume. Her hand rested on the base of his neck, running her fingers through the small pieces of his hair.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered into her ear before she slowly pulled away from him, his hands remaining on her hips.

“I just spent way too many hours on two airplanes, don’t lie to me,” she muttered as she met his eyes. They were brighter as well as his smile. He was happier than he’s ever been.

“Still beautiful,” he mumbled as he pulled her against his chest again.

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It had been a few hours since she got to Nate’s apartment. She had showered and got rid of the airport smell from her body and they were now sitting on his couch watching an action movie he had picked out. They were quiet but there was a looming tension between them.

“What happened with Daniel?” Nate asked, keeping his gaze on the screen, trying to avoid looking towards her. She dropped her gaze to her lap, the conversation they’ve been avoiding.

“The day after you guys won the cup, my mom had posted something on Facebook,” she said as she let out a huff of air.

“I saw, it was nice,” he mumbled, Y/N fought off a smile.

“He felt blindsided because he didn’t know that we knew each other. Or knew each other that well and you had called a few times before I woke up and he saw my contact photo for you,” she paused again.

“He claimed I was cheating on him with you and he thought when I visited you in Denver that I cheated on him with you. He then threw my engagement ring out of the window and stormed out. Stayed with my mom that night so he could get his stuff out of my apartment,”

“What the fuck? He threw your ring out of the window? That’s a dickhead move,” he said while shaking his head.

“I mean, not telling him about us was a dickhead move too, Nate,”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t tell him,” Nate muttered, shifting his gaze to her. She tilted her head to the side as her lips fell into a pout as her eyes lowered to his lips before she met his gaze again.

“What did you mean when you said ‘he has you and I don’t’?” she asked him. His eyes widened as he pressed his lips together.

“You remembered that?” he asked. She nodded. “I’ve always thought one day we’d end up together, married with like four kids or something. I always thought one day I could convince you to move to Denver with me. Or after I retired we’d start a life together. But you started dating Daniel. I realized I waited too long. And I was going to go back to Halifax during those first months of COVID. But you were with Daniel, I couldn’t be around you and him. So I stayed in Denver.”

“And then he proposed and I lost my chance. I lost my chance because I wasn’t going to make a move on you when you were with him. So, I thought that if we stayed apart, I stopped visiting home, these feelings would just go away. It’s worse, Y/N.” he muttered as he scooted closer to her, forcing their faces to be near inches apart.

“I think sappy romantic stuff is bullshit. But Y/N, you’re my soulmate. I’m in love with you, have been in love with you long before I even knew what love meant,” he rested his hand on her cheek, “At fucking nine years old, I knew who I wanted to marry and seventeen years later I still know who I want to marry. It’s always been you.”

She delicately rested her hand on his chest as she smiled, “I can’t believe you did that math so fast,” she teased. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Shut up,” he muttered before he pressed his lips against hers urgently. She returned the kiss quickly as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him as her hands were holding his cheeks.

“I was scared,” she muttered as she pulled away, “I was scared that you’d become this famous athlete and forget about me. So I pulled away,” she mumbled before pecking his lips. “I’m in love with you too.”

He smiled as he kissed her again. “Best fucking year,” he let out.

#nathan mackinnon #nathan mackinnon x reader #nathan mackinnon imagines #nhl imagines #nhl #nhl x reader #nhl fic #hockey #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagines #cale makar #cale makar imagines

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Feeling Fabulous

Grayson Waller x F! Wrestler! Reader

Summary: Grayson wears matching ring attire with his girlfriend.

Grayson Waller’s music played through the arena of Friday Night Smackdown. “The next match is mixed tag-team match. Entering the ring first, from Sydney, Australia… Grayson Waller!”

Grayson waited at the top of the ramp for his partner in crime. Her music then played. After she completed her entrance, Grayson walked down the ramp with her. He sat on the middle rope for his girlfriend to have easier access to the ring.

They wore matching gear. Pink leopard print. Grayson’s typical shorts were colored in this new pattern and he had pink shoelaces to match. His girlfriend wore her typical ring attire, also in the new print.

Grayson was super excited to be matching his partner. Typically he tried matching colors with Theory, but never in the way a couple would. He’d prefer matching his girlfriend over Theory, anyways.

As the opponents entered the ring, all Grayson could do was admire his girlfriend. He thought she always looked stunning, but looking at his shorts, then her gear, his heart soared.

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Grayson’s girlfriend was in the ring, dominating the match. Grayson ended up taking his turn fighting the male opponent on the outside of the ring.

As he passed by the announcer table, he heard them say something. “What are these ridiculous outfits they are wearing tonight!” Cole said into his headset.

“What did you just say?” Grayson walked up closer to the table, slamming his hands down.

“Cole!” McAfee panicked. “He said nothing, don’t worry about it!”

Grayson was furious. “No, I heard what you said.”

“I said they were great outfits, I love the pink!” Cole shook in his seat.

Grayson pointed at Cole. “Watch what you’re saying about me and my girl. We wear what we want and we look great in it, you understand?”

Cole frantically shook his head.

Grayson’s partner leaned over the ropes. “Gray, don’t get us disqualified.” She called out.

Grayson backed away from the table. “You’re lucky tonight.”

Mcafee waved Grayson off. “Get back in there. It won’t happen again!”

—

Whenever Grayson was fighting, he kept glaring at Cole. Cole was shaken the rest of the night. “I think you have a new enemy.” McAfee laughed.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #grayson waller x reader

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 3 months

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●Matt Taven x Cole! Reader●

Summary: You are apart of The Undisputed Kingdom. You accompany Matt for his match against Orange Cassidy in a Texas death match. Adam finds out about you and Matt's relationship.

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Ever since Adam formed The Undisputed Kingdom at World's End, it has been the best thing that has happened to my career. I am in the spotlight and will soon be challenging Timeless Toni Storm for her AEW Women's championship.

Anyways, I am sitting in our locker room laying on the couch, my legs across Wardlow's lap who is sitting on the couch. Roddy, Matt and Mike are discussing something with each other. Adam comes rolling in on his wheelchair.

I sit up next to Wardlow and look at Adam.

"Boys! And Sis. Pay attention. Matt, you have the main event tonight against Orange. It is a Texas Death match. Y/N, you will be going out there with him. No one else."

"Should I wear my gear or our shirt and jeans?"

"Whatever is comfortable for you to fight, distract or take moves with."

"Got it."

"Now, go get ready, you two."

I get up, grab my bag and head to the bathroom. Matt does the same, walking in the same direction. I walk in the bathroom, he is behind me closing the door and locking it.

"Hey! Matt!"

I turn around to see what Adam is yelling about, but see Matt taking off his shirt. I gulp, setting my bag on the counter.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting changed. Thought it would be quicker if we just did it at the same time."

I walk over, stand infront of him and run my hand down his chest and stomach, biting my lip. He looks at me and smirks.

"Later baby. Your brother is on the other side of the door."

He whispers while putting his hand on my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip. I stick his thumb in my mouth, slowly sucking on it til it pops out of my mouth. He gulps, biting his lip looking down at me.

"You are so bad. Need to be taught a lesson."

He puts his hand around my neck, squeezing a little, making me look at him. I start laughing and he smirks, gripping my throat more. Someone starts banging on the door making us jump and break apart from each other.

"What is going on in there?! Matt! Y/N!"

"Adam! Calm down! We are literally getting changed! Chill!"

Matt looks at me and shakes his head smiling. I smile, grabbing my black and gray wrestling gear. My shorts have the Undisputed Kingdom logo on my butt. I put my knee high black boots on and Matt pushes my hands away from them. He starts tying my boots for me and I shake my head smiling. I grab my phone off the counter and take a picture of him. He finishes the first one and starts tying to second one. I take another picture of him. I set my phone back on the counter as he stands up. He looks at me smiling.

"Wanna take a picture of us together now?"

I feel my face turn red as I grab my phone and hand it to him. He takes it as I grab my big sunglasses out of my bag and put them on. I put my forearm on his side, leaning into him a little as he snakes his one arm around my waist. He takes the picture. I move my sunglasses off of my face onto my head and look up at him. He takes another picture like that without me knowing. He turns his head and kisses me, taking a picture like that as well. We kiss for a couple minutes before we hear banging on the door again.

"You two better not be screwing in there! Matt, your match is in a few minutes!"

"Don't get your panties in a twist! God forbid he can't take pictures of me for me!"

I giggle and Matt laughs with me hearing Adam huff on the other side of the door.

"Let's go before he has Wardlow break the door down."

Matt laughs as I walk over to the door, unlock it and walk out of the bathroom. Matt puts my phone in my bag on the bathroom counter than walks out. We leave the locker room before anyone can say anything and head down to gorilla.

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*near the end of the match*

Orange is in the ring dumping thumb tacks out of a Valentines container from Chuck Taylor. Matt is laying in the corner holding his back and I climb into the ring. I run up to Orange trying to clothesline him but he picks me up and powerbombs me into the thumb tacks. I scream clutching my back rolling over to the corner of the ring. Orange sees Matt coming and hits him with the Orange Punch getting the win. Mike and Roddy come running down to the ring to check on me and Matt. I can feel all the thumb tacks stuck in my back as Mike helps me out of the ring. They help us to the back and to our locker room. Mike helps me sit down on a metal chair backwards. Mike leans down slowly taking the tacks out of my back. Adam comes rolling up next to me putting his hand on my shoulder.

"You have some explaining to do Y/N."

I sit up looking at him confused.

"Explaining? About what?"

"Oh... I don't know.... about these pictures I found on your phone!"

He pulls my phone up and shows me the pictures of me and Matt that we took before his match. Matt looks at me wide eyed from on the couch behind Adam. I grab my phone out of his hand staring daggers into Adam.

"How dare you go through my phone! You have no right to do that! And yeah. Me and Matt are together! He makes me so happy and appreciated! You should be happy someone is treating me the way he treats me!"

I get up, walk over and sit down next to Matt on the couch as Adam moves to look at both of us.

"Matt.... you better be treating her right. Because if you don't treat her right..... just know you don't only have me to deal with..... you also have Wardlow to deal with. And Roddy."

"Adam. Knock it off."

"I'm just saying. See ya later."

He leaves along with Mike and Roddy. I look over at Matt and he looks at me smiling. I lean over and kiss him. He kisses me back putting his hand on my cheek. I pull back looking at him smiling.

"I'm happy that he knows. You can come over to my house or hotel now without sneaking in."

"Man, I liked sneaking in though."

We laugh as we collect our things and head back to the hotel to end the night.

The End 😊

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thesupreme316 · 11 months

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i have another request it goes to my other one about you getting injured how about aew boys reaction to you returning after getting injured 🫶🏼🫶🏼

AEW Stars React to: You Returning From Injury (Part 2/Standalone)

Pairings: Hook x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, MJF x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Daniel Garcia x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader

Word Count: 957

Supreme Speaks: heyyy, this was supposed to be out sooner but my internet cut out and my shit erased (not my bad but my bad). thank you @cassiesworldsworld for requesting a part two and for supporting me. I shall upload tomorrow as well. I hope everyone is having a great day and please know that you are appreciated and loved.

Warnings: not proofread (just grammarly), reader pronouns are not specified (gender-neutral)

Taglist: @cassiesworldsworld @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Link to Part 1

Your return:

After being out for 1 1/2 months, you were finally given the green light to return to the ring

Even though it was less than 2 months, it felt like two years of being away from the ring

Arriving at the arena, you decide to surprise everyone; so you went straight to a private locker and changed into your gear

For your return, you either run out and help a talent going against the Outcasts or a heel tag team (think of Willow helping Skye Blue or Rodrick Strong helping Adam Cole)

Or you answer an open challenge from a person (male or female) and win the match to the crowd cheering and chanting your name (or make up your own, it’s your world)

When you get backstage, you were met with a smile from your boyfriend and or best friend

Dante Martin:

AGAIN THIS MAN IS A BABY

He’s feelin a bit bittersweet

It was nice to have someone with him while he was on the shelf; he didn’t feel lonely

But now he feels like gonna be back to square 1

Until you ran up and gave him a big hug (still being mindful of his leg)

You let him know that he never getting rid of you and you’ll always be his person

He smiles and says “Well 1 1/2 person is better than just 1” (get it? Cause he’s still injured so he’s the 1/2 per-)

Posts you on Instagram saying how proud he is of you

Hook:

Mans smiling from ear to ear backstage

Gladly picks you up while hugging you

“You’re gonna kill it. I know it”

Still keeps asking you how you feel about your shoulder

Mans wouldn’t say anything to anyone, but everyone could see how happy he is

I think depending on how your return goes, he would go out and establish an on-screen “friendship”

Would definitely celebrate with you afterward

Like Dante, he would definitely post a picture of you in his signature black-and-white scheme

MJF:

Posts a tweet confirming your return even though you didn’t tell him (he bribed the doctor to tell him the news)

Cuts a promo and references you

“My best friend/significant other is back, better than ever, better than you, and you know it.”

Will take all the credit for you getting better (to which you throw a shoe at him)

After congratulating you for making your return, he goes right back to roasting you on Twitter and on commentary

Is just pleased that you’re in a healthy position

Is very happy that you’re back and will try to figure out how to get you two in a storyline

If you say no, he will start some drama (will take back the scarf he made)

Eddie Kingston:

Is EXCITED to see you back; again runs around with his head cut off

Makes a small tweet about you

“Hey @Y/N, nice to see you back…now pay me for taking care of your fragile ass dawg.”

Will still be careful when imitating physical contact (hugs and etc.)

Continues to do almost everything for you out of habit

But he'll say it's because you're still depend it on him (to which you hit up side his head)

Like MJF, he will reference you in a promo (but will actually praise you for your durability and fearlessness)

Playfully will hold this over your head and says that you owe him if he gets injured

Ricky Starks:

You couldn’t keep the secret and told him that you were returning the minute you found out

Somehow, he managed to pull strings to get you involved with his storyline

He says it’s because he really just wanna work with you

But you know it’s because he wants to keep an eye on you (and to get even closer to you)

“It’s because you’re a child and I need to look after you.”

Still has a lot of your stuff on standby just in case something happens (always check on you to make sure that you’re comfortable)

Hangs your bedazzled cast/brace up in your living room

Daniel Garcia:

Daniel had a match after your return match/segment

MANS WAS DANCING IN THE RING TO CELEBRATE

And dancing at the club (just look at Isiah’s last vlog)

Will drag you on what he calls a “comeback tour”; and if you thought he was acting up when you were injured, wait until now

“Dude, it’s only 2 AM…why are you trying to go to sleep?” “-_-“

Is happy that you’re relationship/friendship was strengthened

Now that you are on the road, you were made his permanent road buddy (especially with Isiah being out of action)

“Zay, don’t blame me…blame Y/N, they insisted that I replace you because they have no friends”

Kenny Omega:

(side note; i need another kenny gif cause this one is causing me to gain more feelings for this man)

THIS MAN WOULD BE HAPPIEST TO SAY THE LEAST

When you first appeared and the crowd roared, a smile grew on his face

Was training with you up til you returned (you had to tell him cause essentially he is your boss)

Hugged you tightly and frequently checked up on your shoulder throughout the convo

He’s still scared that you’re not 100 percent

You: Kenny, you don’t need to keep checking on me

Kenny: Yeah, but- I think I see your bone poking through…Are you a zombie?

Will perform your signature move as a nod to your relationship

Does it all with a smile

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bookofbonbon · 1 year

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tta: blind spot - aemond targaryen.

Pairing/Characters: Aemond Targaryen (12) x Reader (13); Criston Cole, Alicent Hightower.

Warnings: Mentions of throwing and breaking items. Brief mention of past family trauma.

Summary: A couple of months have passed and Aemond has begun training with the sword once again since his eye was taken. Accompanying him as usual, you end up meeting Alicent for the first time and Aemond realises he does not know you as well as he thinks he does.

Word Count: 1911.

A/N: I'm honestly just making shit up in the sword training. Time to inject some trouble into their friendship.

Through The Ages Masterlist.

The sound of wood-on-wood grate at your ears, eyes closed as your clasped hands push against your lips, leg bouncing up and down.

The weeks following your first meeting with Aemond were tense, the two of you in constant company of one another. Long hours spent secretly (an arrangement that worked perfectly for you both) in either Aemond’s private chambers or other hidden places around the Keep as you helped him, guided him in re-learning to live his life with only one eye and a glaring blind spot.

Weeks turned to months turned to a little over a year and you both had had birthdays (two for Aemond) in that time - you baked Aemond a cake both times and, he had forgotten about yours. You tried not to take it personally, chalking it up to everything he had been through although, it did sting a little.

Aemond’s confidence grew everyday but, it was not without setbacks.

A slight stumble over his own feet or an object he either could not see or it wasn’t where he thought it to be, that would set his temper off and send items flying across the room. Several arguments between the two of you and several canes broken out of frustration (by both of you) but your friendship never wavered.

Then finally the day came when he felt ready to take up lessons with the sword again and you thought your friendship with him would come to an end but, still he waited for you every morning by one of the lesser frequented gates of the Red Keep to accompany him to his private lessons.

The sound comes to a halt, followed by a heavy sigh.

“Is there a problem, my lady?” Aemond asks.

Opening your eyes, you focus your gaze on the knight training Aemond instead.

“I believe I have stated my problem several times now to Ser Cole,” you answer.

“I have told you already. The Prince Aemond must first become familiar with wielding a sword aga-”

“No,” you shake your head. “Aemond has already become familiar. He must learn how to defend himself from combat within his blind spot.”

"I am standing right here," Aemond reminds you both, as you talk across him as if he is not there.

It does nothing though, his comment going unnoticed.

“And he will eventu-”

“No, now,” you argue.

You were normally not one to speak back to Ser Criston in this way but, you were at your wits end.

“His left side is a weakness he cannot change but, he can strengthen-"

“And we will get there but, for now-”

“No, now,” you repeat, standing abruptly from your seat and coming out from behind the table. “It needs to be second nature to him to anticipate that which he cannot see, not an afterthought.”

You should back down, you know you should, close your mouth and not say a thing. Judging from the look of annoyance on Aemond’s face, you think he wants you to as well and you might’ve been more inclined to back down had you not been training with the sword yourself since you were eight. So, watching Criston Cole train Aemond on only his right over the course of the last few weeks (after all the work you had been doing with Aemond yourself) had irritated you beyond belief.

Snatching a spare wooden sword from the nearby pile, you thank the Old Gods that you had chosen to wear your training gear as opposed to your usual dress today as you move toward Aemond with the wooden weapon.

“Raise your sword, Aemond,” you tell him.

Aemond’s eye widens, a little slow but, still able to raise his sword just in time to deflect the hit that you swing at him from his right side. That’s when you come back around and attack from his left but, he isn’t quick enough, your weapon disappearing into his blind spot until he feels it against his side.

“Dead,” you announce, looking at Criston pointedly.

Aemond shoves your sword from his side, bringing your attention back to him. He grips the hilt of his wooden weapon with both hands and raises it toward you.

“Again,” he grunts, irritation clear in his eyes as he swings downward toward you.

"Loosen your grip," you instruct him, parrying his every hit. "Relax your arms and use your wrist more, Aemond."

It doesn’t take long for Aemond’s moves to become slower, sloppier and you take the opportunity to move behind him, standing in his blind spot and disappearing.

Aemond freezes but, it’s too late when he realises where you are and when he turns to face you, you knock him hard to the ground standing over him with the wooden sword pressed to his chest and over his heart but, his eyes on you and your eyes on an impressed but annoyed Cole.

“Dead,” you declare, again.

Throwing the wooden sword to the side, you reach a hand down to Aemond which he accepts, allowing you to help him stand.

Once he’s stood, you brush bits of dirt from his shoulders and mumble an apology.

“I did not mean to hit you so har-”

“Promised not to hinder me with pity, yes?” Aemond reminds you.

His words catch you off guard, more expecting him to be annoyed with you for how you'd been acting and showing him up in the way that you did but, there’s only respect and admiration in his eyes.

You nod your agreeance.

“So, then no need for apologies” Aemond offers you a small smile in thanks.

A smile tugs at your own lips but, it’s gone just as quickly when an unexpected voice cuts across the courtyard and has you jumping back from him.

“What is the meaning of this?” Alicent asks, bewildered by the scene before her.

“Mother,” Aemond clears his throat, and you curtsy.

The sight catches Aemond off guard, having never seen you be so proper before.

“What brings you here?” Aemond asks his mother. Tearing his eyes away from you and, sliding them over to Criston.

A question of whether the knight knew his mother was coming or not behind them and, met with a subtle shake of Criston's head.

“You have been training with the sword again for some time…” Alicent trails off, a slight tick in her jaw. “I wanted to see how you were progressing but have come to find... this?”

Alicent fixes Criston with a tight smile, her head tilting toward you before her eyes soon followed, widening slightly when she notices the nasty scar that mars the side of your face.

Clearing her throat, she straightens her back; trying to pretend for your sake like she didn't see it but, she’s anything but subtle.

“And who might you be, child?”

Your fingers curl into your palms, reluctantly giving her your first name only and no more than that. Hoping to the Old Gods and new that that would be enough to appease her but, it’s not and Alicent presses on.

“Of House?” she asks expectantly.

You swallow thickly.

A brief pause.

You didn’t want to tell her your name, it wouldn’t be like when Aemond found out who you were.

Alicent would know.

Looking toward Aemond, you’re met with his confusion at your lack of response, his head subtly nodding towards his mother for you to answer her question.

“Reckless. House Reckless.”

Alicent’s brows furrow in confusion.

“I apologise, I must admit that I was unaware that our Master of Law had a daughter,” Alicent shakes her head of whatever thoughts she’s having.

Aemond perks up at the words Master of Law, he didn’t realise your father served on the small council.

“He does not, my Queen,” you confirm, fixing your jaw. “Lord Robyn is my Uncle. Lord Royce is my father.”

She tries to hide it.

The multitude of emotions that colour her face. Confusion as she takes in your words, then, realisation as the pieces of new information come together in her head, shock as she becomes aware of who you must be and finally, pity.

A look you were too often met with once people realised exactly who you were.

Tries but, she can’t hide it so, you don’t hide your discontent.

“Um-” Alicent clears her throat, trying to find the right words. “Forgive me. I- I thought your father had only one surviving child after… after what had happened.”

You want to let out an un-lady like snort but, instead you settle for a tight-lipped smile.

“Believe me, my Queen, I think my father would like to believe that too,” you confess.

Aemond looks between you and his mother, perplexed. His gaze eventually settling on you as he openly stares, burning a hole into the side of your head. He had become lost amongst the conversation and it's then that he realises that he doesn't know as much as he thinks he does about you.

“Well,” Alicent slides her hands into her sleeves.

“I think it only appropriate that you and your Uncle join us for supper this evening. I will see to it that the arrangements are made. For now, however, I do think it is time today’s lesson come to an end,” she dismisses you and Aemond.

You leave quickly, face throbbing as your reminded of the dark secrets that House Reckless keeps. The shame of your family. The reason you are in King’s Landing with your Uncle and not in your ancestral Northern home with your family.

Sensing your discomfort, Aemond calls after you, wanting to know if you’re okay; trying to match your step but failing.

He slows in his walk, eventually coming to a stop as he watches you hurry away from him. A slight twinge in his chest. You do not seek him out for comfort in the way that he does you - comfort that you always seemed to provide to him in his lowest times.

Had he taken too much from you but, not given back enough?

“Ser Criston,” Alicent walks towards him. “Why was I never informed of this Reckless girl who hangs around my Aemond?”

Criston bows his head, “I suppose I did not see a reason to, my Queen.”

“You did not see a reason to tell me of this girl who has latched herself onto my son in his most vulnerable state? Are you aware of the allegations that plague Lord Royce's family?” Alicent questions, confounded by Criston's lack of concern.

“I- I did not know of who her kin was, my Queen. Had I known I would have told you," Criston apologises.

Alicent sighs, accepting his apology; not truly angry with him but, curious nonetheless of why he didn't tell her.

"Prince Aemond asked that I say nothing. He wished to tell you for himself and in the time I've known her, she has only ever showed goodwill so, I did not see the need. Though, trouble she can be, she is no troublemaker,” Criston informs Alicent, hesitating before, continuing.

“Truth be told, my Queen… I must confess that I think it is the Prince Aemond who hangs around her, Prince Aemond who has latched himself onto her.”

“I- Is that so?” Alicent asks taken aback.

“It is so,” Criston laughs a little. “The Prince Aemond practically drags her along to all of our lessons. Headache as she is, he seems to revel in her presence.”

All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

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circus4apsycho8 · 1 year

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snow day. | cole x reader

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 :') 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎!

Finally…at long last…

A crazed grin sneaks over your lips as you open your eyes, noticing how cool the air is. It’s cooler than normal, carrying a certain crispness that sparks a whelm of excitement within you. That can only mean one thing…!

Your excitement is confirmed when your ears pick up on the distant sound of the light chattering of your friends audible through the door.

Your eyes widen as you shoot into an upright position, immediately going to glance out of the window to confirm your suspicions. It’s then you realize that your sleeping boyfriend is next to you. Of course, you waste no time in flopping on his chest to wake him up.

“Cole!” you say, poking his cheek.

“Mm?” he mumbles, cracking an eye open groggily.

“It’s snowing!” you cheer, rolling off of him. “We have so much to do!”

“Babe, it’s early…” he groans, scooping you up into his arms. “Five more minutes?”

“Fine, but only five!” you say, wiggling around until you’re comfortable. He presses his chest against your back, and you can feel his relaxed breaths tingling against your next.

You impatiently lay there, a sudden restlessness enveloping you as you shift around. Your mind runs in loops as you think of the activities to come.

Cole groans from beside you, sitting up and making you fall flat on your back. He hovers over you, his sleepy eyes more awake now as he playfully frowns at you.

“You’re such a wiggle worm,” he teases. “I guess at this rate, I won’t be able to sleep. But it’s fine, as long as we can cuddle later and sleep in more tomorrow morning.”

“It’s a deal!” you cheer, tearing the sheets off of the bed as you bounce to your feet.

“I didn’t realize you’d be this excited over the snow,” Cole mumbles as he sits up, rubbing the back of his neck before stretching. Even after all of the time you’d spent with him, you still could not get over how well-toned he is.

“It’s so much fun,” you confess, grinning bashfully as he stands and walks over to you. He chuckles softly, looping his arms around your waist and pressing his forehead against yours. You brace your arms against his chest as you hold his gaze, your smile lingering.

“You’re so cute,” he mumbles, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Now, let’s go.”

“Yes!” you exclaim as the two of you dress appropriately before exiting. Before long, you arrive in the main area of the Bounty to find all of your friends present. To your delight, they’re already geared up in their winter gis.

“About time!” Jay yells, a wide grin on his face as he stands next to the Bounty’s speaker system.

You chuckle as Cole slings an arm around your shoulders. “Some of us wanted to actually sleep. Namely me, though, not this wiggle worm.”

“Hush!” you say, poking Cole’s cheek.

“Anyways, Sensei is giving us today off,” Kai explains as he pulls on a pair of dark gloves.

“Really? That’s unlike him. You’d think he’d make us train in this weather,” you note.

Misako nods from her spot at the dining room table, a steaming cup of tea in her grasp. “Normally he would, but he had errands to run today. Enjoy your time off.”

“Guys, you know what this means?! We have to have a snowball fight!” Jay screeches as he zips out the door, Kai and Lloyd close behind him.

You simper slightly as you shift your gaze to Cole, who bears a similar expression.

“You’re going down, Brookstone,” you challenge.

“Oh, I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he says as you both make your way outside.

…

After a brutal snowball fight that resulted in an unclear victory and probably a bunch of bruises, you find yourself completely winded as you laugh. You push your boyfriend to the side, laughing when he stumbles a little bit.

“There’s no way you won that!” you yell, cheeks numb as everyone enters the Bounty once more. “I hit you like eighty times!”

“No way!” he replies.

“For the record, you both equally sucked,” Kai snickers. You banter with the others for a few more seconds while you all kick your snowy shoes off.

“If you all are done fighting, you are welcome to help yourselves to hot chocolate and snacks whenever you get cleaned and warmed up,” interrupts Misako’s soft voice, prompting the seven of you to turn to her.

“Oh, hot cocoa! My favorite!” Jay yells. A flurry of activity emanates from your friends as you stick back with Cole, both of you deciding to change into dry clothes before getting snacks.

You follow him back to his room, shutting the door once you’re inside.

“That was fun,” Cole notes as he opens his dresser, pulling out a fresh shirt. Once he pulls his gi top off, you instantly circle your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his cold skin. You feel his hand settling on top of yours.

“It was,” you mumble, grateful for the quiet moment.

Cole leans into your embrace for a few seconds before turning around and fully hugging you, setting his chin on top of your head. You smile, head resting on his sternum as you listen to his heartbeat.

“You still owe me cuddles,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head.

“How about when we get hot chocolate?” you propose, glancing up at him.

“Sounds like a plan,” he replies, offering you a cute, lopsided grin.

With that, you smile back at him and separate, changing into comfy pants and one of Cole’s hoodies. Once you’re done, you turn towards him.

“Ready?” you ask once he shrugs on a shirt.

“Yep,” he replies, taking your hand in his before pulling you out to the dining room.

After obtaining your share of snacks and drinks, you follow Cole out to the living room, where Lloyd is rummaging through the team’s DVD stack. Kai and Jay are arguing about what should be watched while Zane simply sits to the side, quietly reading a book.

“Okay, okay, how about we settle this like ninja?” Kai proposes. Jay nods, the two beginning a round of rock-paper-clamp.

Cole shakes his head, sitting down on the couch first. He sets his drinks and snacks to the side, taking a moment to ensure that they’re in a position where they won’t get knocked over. After putting your own items down, you eagerly climb into his grasp, welcoming the warmth from his figure as he swings a blanket over the two of you.

You sigh in relief, feeling his arms circling your figure as you adjust into a comfy position, head eventually resting on his chest. A grateful smile appears on your lips as you feel him pressing a kiss to your temple.

“No!” Kai whines. A glance at the brunet reveals that he must have lost to Jay.

“Ha!” Jay cries triumphantly. “Lloyd, we’re doing Starfarer!”

“We always watch Starfarer!”

Lloyd shrugs, seemingly glad that Jay won. “I mean, Jay won fair and square...”

“Yeah, fair and square, Kai!” Jay repeats, plopping down on the couch.

As a result of their small feud, you found yourself trying to focus on Starfarer while snuggled up next to your man. However, you find that your focus is becoming more and more difficult because of how warm you are. Ugh, you’re so comfy...

Before you know it, your eyes are drooping against your will. Sleep has no issue overtaking you – especially after all of the excitement today had to offer.

Cole glances at you at some point, chuckling when he realizes you’re fast asleep. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, mumbling a quiet:

“Happy snow day, babe.”

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚋𝚘𝚡! 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 :))))

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seeingstarks · 9 months

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no one better than you baby

summary : you're in a moral dilemma on whether or not you should help adam turn on maxwell or the other way around. pairing : mjf x adam cole x afab!reader (use of wrestler names) cw : walked in on while getting dressed, angst if you squint, mention of anxiety, sexual suggestions, french-kissing, arm/ab touching, nicknames like babe/babygirl, basically wrestling fluff with a dash of smut! a/n : reblogs are very much appreciated! had this in the drafts for a week or so and finally had the inspo to finish it! enjoy! 💙 word count : 1,425 words tag list: @adamjf @josiewrites

"adam, no, we can't." you pleaded while looking over into his icy blue eyes contemplating on whether or not tonight was the night to help adam turn on maxwell.

you'd been his valet ever since undisputed era and glued to his hip however found yourself wandering after making the move to all elite. maxwell was an asshole and nothing but, he seemed like a changed man when better than you bay bay became a thing.

adam kept the good guy act up for the cameras but he'd secretly been pitching ideas to you for weeks. little did he know that the devil himself caught your eye more than once and you'd been sneaking off to tell him of adam's plans. the devil was always one step ahead but with your help he'd be two steps further.

everything went according to plan except when stepping foot into your private locker room away from the two men you trusted most in your life, one as a brother and the other as a sort of school-girl crush. surely everyone in their right mind had to be head over heels for the maxwell jacob friedman.

with a soft sigh, you took a seat infront of your cheap vanity. it was nothing much just a re-furnished shelf painted your favorite color, a few lights adorning the top and a mirror propped up against it with makeup scattered about.

however one thing was out of place.. or rather wasn't there to begin with. you picked up the small black box and gave it a slight shake, wondering what it contained inside. you should've known the gift was from maxwell when pulling at the burberry ribbon and revealing the contents inside to be a ring in just your size.

taking the shiny object out of the box, your eyes sparkled from the reflection off the lights and pure wonder of how much it cost, had to be a fortune. it looked exactly like his dynamite diamond ring only perfect for your finger.

you slid the ring on and smiled seeing your reflection in the mirror, of course it suited you well. once getting up from the seat, you had noticed a neatly folded piece of paper on the ground that must've fallen from the box.

inside read, "thought of you when i found this. the only person prettier and better than any diamond is you, baby. maybe you could use it against adam tonight?"

a slight warmth grew on your cheeks when reading the words, maxwell never called you pretty to your face. only things like baby, toots, or beautiful.. but you only took it as a joke in passing. there was this one time he called you babygirl and you will never let him hear the end of it.

you nearly jumped from your seat when you heard someone knocking at the door, luckily it was just a seamstress dropping off your outfit for the night. ever since maxwell and adam teamed up you had matching gear with them.

throwing off your shorts, you swiftly put on your wrestling bottoms and while whipping your shirt toward whatever corner of the room another knock was heard on the door, "c'mon, i'm just trynna' get dressed here!" you half-yelled with a huff and opened the door realizing you were only wearing a bra once you came face to face with adam.

"oh, uh i'll just wait a few minutes- promise i didn't see anything." you chuckled at adam's response and watched as he shut his eyes.

you went toward a private part of the room and threw your double clothesline shirt on with the matching jacket, "i'm dressed now, mr. undisputed your eyes won't be burned." you gave him a smile.

"so, have you given anymore consideration to helping me turn on maxwell tonight?" adam questioned but you were deep in thought thinking about the devil himself.

adam snapped his fingers infront of you, a sort of way to try and bring you back to reality, "uh, y/n you still there?"

"oh, yeah.. mhm. i've given it some consideration. maybe tonight isn't the right night to turn on him. he's just starting to act like a face.. and well we're trying to get the crowd on his side."

"exactly, y/n. tonight would be the perfect night for it.. but i understand if you're not ready. it's all in your hands." adam looked at you sincerely, you had a lot to consider since both men wanted you to turn on the other one and you hadn't even seen max in person tonight except in passing. whichever choice you made you hoped it wouldn't ruin any friendships.

"i'll make my choice when we go out there, see you in five." you assured as adam soon exited, you took it upon yourself to do the finishing touches on your outfit and makeup.

you dragged your feet against the backstage floor, scrunching your nose up at the sound it made. squeaky.. must've been cleaned recently. a familiar feeling arose in your stomach, that being of anxiety.

you were fast approaching both men and had a very important decision to make, not only for the two you loved most but for a future feud in the company.

with a heavy sigh, you glanced down at your ring finger which was usually not adorned with such a shiny jewel but maxwell had grown on you the past month or so.. and adam he'd been there for all your ups and downs. this moment was more than your personal relationships.. it was about wrestling itself and what the fans wanted but you couldn't bare the thought of hurting maxwell.

or could you? only time would tell.

lights flashed bright, pyro went off, the crowd had been cheering and booing all night and it was finally time for the main event.

mawell's music hit first and then it mashed up with a mix of adam's. then it was your time to shine, you posed with the men as maxwell instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, adam shooting him a knowing glare. a few rude members of the crowd were cat-calling you so maxwell took it upon himself to flip them off.

you were used to adam being cheered and mawwell always receiving a mix of boos and cheers however since the team up it was the best of both worlds.

you stood at ringside as the match went smoothly, cheering a little more for maxwell over adam and he seemed to take notice when taken advantage of in a shatter machine finisher. whoops.

in the end ftr still won over better than you bay bay despite your efforts of attempting to distract the referee but being careful enough not to get kicked out.

you made your way up the ring steps and hugged it out with both men, adam turning around and telling maxwell to hit him but instead it was you doing the dirty work.

one swift punch to the jaw, ring including left the crowd in gasps. even maxwell looked surprised for a moment or so while resting against the ropes in the corner or the ring.

he smirked deviously before standing up, "knew you'd make the right choice," he lowered his voice so only you could hear, "i see you took my advice now how about let's get outta' here and i take ya' on a proper date, babygirl?"

your eyes met with his chocolate ones, giving a nod. "yes. of course, maxwell. but first-"

before maxwell even had the chance to speak, you wrapped your arms and hand up around his muscly shoulders, dragging the other along his abs.

"don't forget we're in public baby- not that i mind but i don't wanna share you for our first time."

after listening you shushed him with a kissed which he deepened by wrapping his own strong arms around your finger, opening your mouth in response as he shoved his tongue down your throat, causing you to gasp for air.

you snaked your tongue around his, doing the same as a small moan escaped from the man's throat, "mm, babe."

you chuckled as the two of you eventually broke the kiss to catch a breath of air, still holding each other close. the crowd was off the rails already yelling about giving you and maxwell a ship name as you hid your blushing face into his shoulder.

"we're going to make a perfect wrestling couple."

"why just a wrestling couple?" you asked with a smirk.

"touché"

#better than you bay bay <33 #mjf #adam cole #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf x reader #adam cole x reader #wrestling fluff #aew fluff #mjf x female reader #adam cole x female reader

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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Our girl baybay

Pairing: Maxwell Jacob Friedman x Fem reader x Adam Cole

Description: When you keep being harassed by Orange Cassidy, your partners challenge him and Danhausen to a tag team match

You felt frustrated as you slammed the door to the boys shared locker room having run away from Orange Cassidy who would not stop harassing you even though you were with not just one man but both MJF and Adam Cole. The tears pour as knocks hit against the door afraid to open the door until finally you open it only to see Max with adam next to him both instantly worried when they see your tear stained flushed face being pulled into their arms "What's wrong sweetie are you hurt?" you mumble that you wanted it to stop with tears flowing "Want what to stop dear? What happened?" you sigh as you remain in max's arms after all of you walk in the locker room sitting on the couch "Orange Cassidy has been messing with me and I just can't get him to stop" they both feel anger boil inside them as they hold you showering you with affection before changing into your matching ring gears and accompanying them in the ring for a promo which is interrupted halfway through by Orange Cassidy who just wouldn't leave you be despite how much you said no and fought back even throwing slaps and punches on him for how much he just kept bothering you. As cassidy talked max almost jumped out of the ring while adam held him back yelling "You better be glad that we're not beating your ass right now but we challenge you and Hausen to a tag team match next week!" max helps you out of the ring after adam leaves staring eye to eye with cassidy as he grabs the microphone from adam "One more thing to know, this girl is our girl Baybay!" smiling as the crowd adds "And you know it!" while the three of you walk hand in hand backstage sharing a group hug in your locker room sharing kisses together before watching the rest of Rampage heading back home and immediately holding both of them after you all showered and were laying on the couch watching tv "Thanks for earlier boys I didn't want you guys to think that.. something else was going on" they each lightly squeeze you as max gently lifts your face up to look at both men "We would never think that at all babygirl you don't have to ever think that we'd be mad because someone doesn't want to take the point that you're taken" you smile as the three of you head upstairs sharing a final tender kiss with each man before you were all tangled together watching tv with piper at your feet and the dogs on the floor in their beds all of you falling asleep and hour later limbs wrapped together with your head in the crook of max's neck and adam's chin placed lightly on top of your head.

#maxwell jacob friedman #adam cole x reader #aew #mjf x reader #adam cole #adam cole x reader x maxwell jacob friedman #mjf #aew x reader #maxwell jacob friedman x reader #maxwell jacob friedman x reader x adam cole

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kyber-kisses · 2 years

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Blood and Steel

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: A hidden weapon securely set and hidden right at Princess Rhaenyras side in nothing more than a handmaiden outfit.

When Y/N left her noble house behind she set her sights on Dragonstone to swear fealty to the rightful heir of the seven kingdoms. What she didnt expect was to be made her ward as well as her handmaiden. Now she is her sworn protector and hidden in plain sight at Rhaenyras side. If anyone were to make a move against the rightful queen they would never se her coming. . . except for maybe a one eyed prince

Warnings: GoT typical violence, cursing- y’all it’s Westeros you know what you’re getting into.

A/N: you can also find this story on Ao3 and Wattpad under my username Thegraceofspades!

“Lady Florent, would you be so kind as to accompany Jace and Luke to the training yard? I have other matters to attend to at court.”

Looking up from twiddling your thumbs you bowed your head to the Princess. “Of course.”

You weren’t entirely sure why she asked you that though as you followed Luke and Jace down the halls of the red keep. The brothers had spent half their life here. They undoubtedly knew their way around.

“You know you didn’t actually have to come, mother was just needed elsewhere.” Jace turned to look at you, that famous gentle smile of his on his lips.

“She sent me to tag along to make sure you two dont cause any trouble.” You corrected, giving him a sly smirk in return. “Plus she’s just sad that you two are basically my only friends. She didn’t want me to be left behind.”

You sighed, folding your arms neatly behind your back as the three of you made your way down a set of steps. You had been the handmaiden to the Princess Rhaenyra for a couple years now but to be honest she treated you more as her ward. She was the kindest person you had ever had the joy of meeting. Three years ago you had stepped off a boat and onto the shores of Dragon-stone and into a whole other chapter of your life and you did not take it for granted.

“That’s not true. You also have Baela and Rhaena.”

“Who are not here yet.” You added, stepping out into the open air of the courtyard and heading down the final steps.

Up ahead you could hear shouts and yells mixed with the distinct clang of metal on metal.

The Training yard.

It was nothing like the one back on Dragonstone. Dragonstone was all smooth stone ground and everything set up as neatly as possible, and it always smelled of sea air. Here it was muddy and chaotic and was heavy with the stench of sweat.

As you paused besides Jace and Luke, the three of you watched from afar at the crowd gathered around the center of the yard. Hoots and hollars going up as sword met sword. Through glimpses between burly shoulders you could make out the two opponents. One was dressed in cream white training gear with a head full of black hair, the other— quite the opposite.

Though you could only see the back of him, he was as tall as his opponent, but dressed head to toe in black leather, his silver hair tied back neatly in a partial updo. He was quick too, and nimble. He dodged swing after swing with ease, making you tilt your head in admiration. He was good. Almost perfect actually.

“Who are they?”

“Ser Criston Cole and. . . Aemond.” At the slight change in his voice, you turned to look at Jace- somewhat surprised.

“Your uncle?”

“Yes unfortunately.”

Jace and Luke had told you the story about what had happened all those years ago when they were all so young- but who they had described to you did not look like the same person before you.

You looked back at the sparring pair ahead of you, and clearly just in time too because almost a second later you watched as Ser Criston disarmed the Targaryen Prince, his sword flying blade over hilt towards you and the Velaryon boys at your side.

It was impossible what happened next, but it happened non-the-less.

Without a second thought you shot your arm out and grabbed the hilt of the sword before it could fly past you.

Your late father always did say you had quick reflexes when you were little, like catching dishes before they could fall to the floor or how you could pluck a fly out of the air with just your thumb and pointer finger.

But this— this was nowhere near that level.

And you had never found silence to be so heavy until that moment. It felt like the whole world had gone silent around you, dozens of eyes trained on you- including Jace and Luke’s besides you. But you stood firm, the sword still held stiffly in your grasp as you lowered it.

“You.”

You watched as the one eyed prince unsheathed a dagger from his belt with remarkable timing before jamming it in your direction.

“Who are you and what do you think your doing.” His tone making it sound more like a command and less like a question.

Alright Y/N, calm down- put on that stoic façade Princess Rhaenyra had told you about. Don’t show anyone any point of weakness.

“I’m nobody.” You stated plainly, not moving an inch as Aemond stalked towards you, the sea of men between you parting as they watched on. “And it’s simply called having reflexes.”

And that’s all it took to send a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Yes, talking back to someone of his caliber and rank was not appropriate. . . Or ladylike for that matter.

The Prince let out an almost annoyed huff.

“You think you can talk to me li—“

Before he could get any closer you flipped the sword in your palm, offering him the hilt so he could take it back. He faltered in his steps avoiding walking into the silver handle before him—

And then he ripped it back into his position.

“Do try and make sure you have a better grip on the handle next time. I’d rather not lose my head.” You stated matter-of-factly before giving him a simple curtsy and turning back the way you had come. No one moved to stop you, all that happened was Jace and Luke rushing to follow you back into the halls of the keep.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Midnight Blades {17}

Aemond Targaryen x princess!reader (Dark!themes) Summary: The day of the prophecy arrives and Aemond leaves against your wishes. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, birth, gore, death - (part 17 is hurt, part 18 is comfort - so stick around) WC: 2803

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Part Ten || Part Eleven || Part Twelve || Part Thirteen || Part Fourteen || Part Fifteen || Part Sixteen || Part Seventeen || Part Eighteen || Part Nineteen || Part Twenty ||

The journey from the temple back to the palace had been in silence, but you could practically hear his thoughts as if they were your own and he planned to fly straight to Rook’s Rest. The door to the empty council room closed behind you and he faced the tapestry that had been draped over the table, various items marking positions as representations. He studied the image that had been updated daily from the reports sent from King’s Landing but nothing indicated that there would be a battle at Rook’s Rest.

“I understand you have spent your entire life protecting your family, I really do, but rushing across the Narrow Sea is not the answer,” you said quietly as he stared a hole in the map. “Prophecies are fickle things, I wouldn’t put much weighting on it. My mother received a prophecy that it would rain blood in a drought, and that most certainly has not come to pass in the years since she spoke it. A battle in Rook’s Rest might take place two hundred years from now.”

“It did not feel that way,” Aemond murmured. “It felt urgent.”

“If you must, send correspondence to Ser Criston and have him look into it. There is no reason to panic.”

“I am not panicking.”

“Of course, my mistake,” you said with a shrug before wrapping your arms around his waist, missing the feel of his skin now that he was clothed again. “Word will come back soon enough and this worry will all be for nought. I know you miss your home-”

“You’re my home.”

You smiled into his tunic at the sincerity before looking up at him. “As I was saying,” your words were lost to a yawn and Aemond pressed his finger to your lips.

“Tell me on the morrow when you are rested.”

Aemond did not join you in bed after bathing, a single candle burned through the last hours of the night as he sat at the desk with parchment, quill and ink. You had fallen asleep before he could even dip the nib into the ink, not knowing what it was he sent out with the first ship at dawn.

Three Months Later

Word had arrived. Ser Criston Cole was to march on Rook’s Rest with the army you had left in King’s Landing. Aemond had been watching the pieces on the map move for the last three months, waiting for this moment. He had warned Cole that the coastal fort was to be monitored and you couldn’t help thinking that it had been a mistake. It wouldn’t have been the first time a prophecy came to fruition because of the fear of the prophecy itself.

Aemond stormed into the chambers with the parchment in his fist, and kicked his trunk open. “It’s time.”

You struggled to stand from the chair you had been reading in, the ache in your back paining you at the effort it took. An uncontrollable groan creaked out of you as braced your hands to your back and felt the need to visit the privy yet again. There was not much more growing your body could do, the babe would be born all too soon.

“Please, don’t go,” you asked as he pulled his riding gear out and an arsenal of weapons after. “I need you here.”

“I’ll be back before she enters the world,” he said with a brief kiss to your forehead. “There is no match for Vhagar.”

“That is your arrogance talking, do not let it be your downfall.”

Aemond placed his palm atop your belly and felt the strong kicks that only added to your discomfort. “I will come home, my oath to the both of you.”

You fought the urge to knock his hand away in anger but you let him indulge a while longer as you muttered, “Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”

He pulled a dagger from his hip and took your hand, flicking the blade quickly across your forearm, a bead of blood welling along the shallow cut. “Now I have no choice but to return so you may take your revenge.”

You smiled at the thought and grabbed a satchel so that you could fill it with rations of breads and cheeses. He finished changing into the riding leathers and pulled his cloak on, despite the heat that left the air arid and sweat clinging to your skin. He strapped Dark Sister to his hip but you shook your head and threw him the scabbard holding DragonBane. He know how precious the sword was but before he could give his gratitude he was distracted by your laboured walk back to him.

“I’m going to miss that when she is born,” he teased gently, trying to draw a smile to your face before he left.

“You only say that because I can’t outrun you like this.”

“Like you ever could.” He pulled you as close as your belly would allow and pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you.”

“Gah,” you groaned with a slap to his chest as tears pricked your eyes, “you sap.”

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding very apologetic at all. “I hate you, I hate you more than I have hated anyone before.”

“That’s better,” you said with a smile as he wiped away the wayward tear that escaped. “I hate you too, Aemond, so fucking much.”

–

The eroded stone of the spiraling stairs to the watchtower were smooth beneath your slippers. Each turn left you dizzy as it carried you up the one and one thousand steps and you placed a steadying hand to the wall as you continued the climb. From the watchtower, you took the smaller offshoot of stairs to the turret that reached the highest point in the castle.

You avoided the looks of pity from the guards stationed at the top, they had watched you struggle to the top each morning in the hopes of spotting Vhagar on the horizon. With each passing day you felt the changes in your body as it prepared to welcome your daughter and you prayed to the stars for Aemond’s safe return in time.

You opened your mouth to ask the question but the guard was already shaking his head and you gripped the brick railing as you reminded yourself that deep down you would know if he were dead. Whatever trouble he had found himself in, he would surely send word soon to explain his tardiness or swoop down from the skies and tell you himself. Perhaps that is what you will find on the morrow.

You took the steps down much slower, the large swell of your belly wreaking havoc on your balance and compressing your lungs until you were panting from the exercise. He should not have left you in this state and he should not have taken so long to return.

“Princess!” You turned to look up at the soldier who was racing down the stairs, hope fluttering in your chest. “The Prince’s dragon was spotted, on the plains east.”

A giddy laugh filled your lungs and your strength was renewed as you hurried down the stairs to meet Aemond. Unable to make the journey on foot anymore you used the stairs, normally reserved for children and elderly, and mounted a kind natured mare that the kitchens used to haul supplies and she set off at a slow gait.

“I thought we had a deal, sparrow,” Ser Negan said as he blocked the gate out of the palace. “No travelling alone.”

“Get a horse then, Aemond’s home,” you said with a grin.

Ser Negan was quickly saddled on his stallion and your old girl picked up the pace, flicking her tail at the stallion as you pushed her faster. The city was used to seeing Vhagar pass overhead as Aemond flew her almost everyday, so the children chattered excitedly about the dragon all along the outer wall of the lower town. They were waiting to see the prince too, eager to hear stories of the battle he faced.

The moment you passed the city wall you knew something was amiss, Aemond had reached the wall yet and Vhagar was clawing at the earth beneath her, her throat glowing red as her fire simmered.

“Stay back,” you told Negan, carefully sliding down the horse until your feet were on the ground and passing him the reins. “Stay quiet.”

You walked towards Vhagar from her side so she could see you with her wild eyes and held a hand out to her. “Gīda ilagon, Boots, ziry iksos sepār nyke,” you murmured softly, “Skoriot iksis aōha kipagīros?” [High Valyrian: Calm down, Boots, it’s just me. Where is your rider?]

Vhagar threw her head to the sky and roared, a harsh cry that shredded the hope you had held. Sagging to the ground, she curled her head under her wing and whined, each of the sounds breaking something precious inside you. The pain wracked your body until you could no longer stand and fell to your knees, a flood of fluid wetting your skirts.

“Sparrow!”

Ser Negan began to rush forward but Vhagar reared her head and bared her teeth. “No, I’m f-fine, stay back.” Vhagar looked at you for a long while, her nostril flaring as the long sharp whiskers beneath her jaw nudged your skirts. “Kessa, se rūs iksis māzis.” [High Valyrian: Yes, the babe is coming.]

Aegon had once argued with Aemond about how much dragons could understand, his impression that they were unintelligent, mindless beasts. Aemond had given up trying to convince his brother otherwise and just pushed a bottle of wine over to him, knowing it would at least shut him up for a while. You knew Vhagar understood more than just words, she felt you.

Vhagar nestled to the earth at your feet and sheltered you with her wing that held new tears and holes that reminded you of the moth ridden clothes you found in the back of your armoire when you returned to Scythe. She had seen battle and returned without Aemond, he would not have let her leave without him unless there was no way he was dead or gravely injured with no hope of survival. Vhagar was his message - a final goodbye.

“I can’t do this without him,” you whimpered and collapsed against her side on your knees as your stomach clenched with another contraction. Sobs were only silenced when the muscles of your abdomen forced your babe deeper into your pelvis and you had no energy to scream as it felt like you were being ripped in two. Would there be no end to your suffering?

Sweat drenched every inch of you, your mouth was dry and your voice hoarse. The sun had reached its peak and passed but still you laboured beneath Vhagar’s wing, gripping the spikes at her side when the pain grew unbearable. Suddenly she looked away from you and growled deep in her chest.

“Pipe down, Beastie, I’m here to help,” the High Matron hissed back before ducking under the wing and you sobbed at the sight of your granddam. “Shhh, little one, Grammy’s here now.”

She knelt before you and dropped her satchel to the dirt, reaching inside to grab a skin of water. “Small sips, sweetie,” she said as she lifted it to your chapped lips, “that’s it.”

“Aemon-” you choked trying to speak the words but the heart wrenching cry said enough for you. Her frail arms wrapped around your shoulders as you shuddered with the pain erupting from your body and your soul. “These are going to be the hardest moments of your life, but you are not going to be alone. You hear me?”

You nodded weakly and she released you before she tossed your skirts back. You were so exhausted you couldn’t think to be embarrassed, especially since she had been the royal midwife for many, many years.

“Oh my stars…”

“What?” you asked, panicked.

“She has a head of white hair,” Grammy said with a chuckle. “Let's get you into position, this little one is as impatient as her mother.”

Grammy was surprisingly strong as she helped you onto your hands and knees, her presence calming and sure as she spoke to you through the breathing exercises. The pressure grew with each contraction and your screams echoed across the plains.

“Good girl,” Grammy praised. “The head is out so I need a really big push with the next contraction.”

“No, I can’t, I can’t, I’m too tired,” you panted, but your body had other plans as the longest and strongest contraction squeezed your stomach and a guttural roar erupted through your gritted teeth as you pushed. With a sudden rush, the pressure popped and a shrill cry pierced the air. “Is she…?”

“She’s perfect,” Grammy reassured you as she wrapped her in a clean cloth and helped you sit against Vhagar’s side before placing her in your shaking arms. “What shall be her name?”

You looked down at your daughter and felt fresh tears build before rolling down your cheeks. Her damp hair was so fine it was almost translucent, it was just like his. Every feature hurt to look at, she was a softer copy of her father and even the scowl on your tiny forehead was something you had seen often on his. You would teach her to be fierce like he was, strong in nature and conviction.

“Aedira,” you murmured as you brushed your lips to her forehead. “You will be my strength.”

Seven Days Later

A ship had mysteriously been left in the harbour during the small hours of the night and no one seemed to know where it came from aside from the fact it held the House Velaryon flag on its mast and appeared empty. Two long boats had rowed out to the ship and, after confirming it was safe, they sailed it into the docks with varying masks concern.

“My dear, you should not have to bear witness to this atrocity,” your father said when he heard the news and set off to the docks.

“He was my husband, if indeed that is who lies in the ship, the men said it was impossible to tell from how burned the body was.” You felt ill even speaking the words aloud but you knew him best and would only trust yourself to determine the truth. Placing Aedira in the kind hands of the nurse maid, you gathered a cloak and ignored the pain of your recovery as you made to follow.

Your father sighed and nodded reluctantly, offering his arm as he saw you flinch with every step you took. What had been rocky between you two had passed with time and tragedy, and he was making amends the only way he knew how, by supporting you even when he felt differently.

“Have the carriage called,” he ordered a servant boy who rushed off ahead.

The ride was quiet as the carriage rattled down the streets that were slowly awakening to the new day. You wished you could be like them, blissfully unaware of the horrors outside the city.

Thoughts of the citizens were forgotten as the carriage stopped and you found yourself frozen. You hadn’t known you still held a kernel of hope until you were faced with the likely possibility that it was going to be dashed against the rocks. You wanted to hold onto that hope just a moment more before stepping out.

The deck was silent as the soldiers faced away from the body out of respect and it took a moment to even comprehend what you were looking at before you rushed forward.

Bile rose at the charred flesh that had begun to decay on its journey across the Narrow Sea, but it was the cracked sapphire in his eye socket that had you lurching to the side of the ship and emptying the contents of your stomach. You couldn’t stomach another glance and the sound of a crisp snap had another dry heave bend you over before Negan held out his hand.

“For Aedira.” You looked at the ring Negan placed into your palm, the ring Aemond had worn, the stamp of the Targaryen crest covered in soot. “My deepest condolences, my princess.”

You squeezed the ring tight, the ash dirtying your hands as rage chased away the nausea, and turned to look at your husband one last time. “Dragonstone will burn for this.” The ring cut into your palm from the harsh grip you held and three droplets fell to the deck.

“What have you done?” your father gasped as he saw the blood that you had not noticed or felt.

You opened your hand and stared at the half moon cut with a detached feeling, it could have belonged to someone else for the numbness you felt. It was too late to take back, the oath had been made and sealed with blood. Dragonstone would burn…or you would.

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Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

CHAPTER 1: THE MOON

This Chapter Contains: Oral Sex, Hand Jobs

“A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.” ~ The Howling

The stench of sweat and blood from cracked noses and bruised fingers radiating off of working bodies can wrinkle anyone’s nose. Even Cole’s. The stench of the training room may have clung to the insides of his nose, but the stench of being in a notorious gang made Cole’s nose its forever home. Even when he’s staring down Reinhardt’s monstrous form before him, he could still smell out the haunting reminders of living on Route 66. Dust caring everything, the scent of roadkill being pecked at by vultures, rusting iron of the old diner and even older gas station no longer in use. Hell, the gang members smelled worse than the locker rooms in Overwatch.

But even as Reinhardt towered him even from across the wrestling mat, he longed to be back in his bedroom he shared with you. The warm candles you both had snuck in from your journeys that definitely aren’t up to Blackwatch standards. He wished to smell the freshly washed flannel blankets, the soft powdery scents helped ease his aches brought on by training regimens.

It was almost laughable how fast Cole went down against the giant German man. As soon as Strike Commander Morrison blew the shrill whistle the big man practically trampled poor Cole, big muscular arms the size of which dwarfs Reinhardt’s head wrapped around Cole and pinned him to the wrestling mat.

Cole wheezed as the giant squished him to the dirty blue mat, getting a face full of a sweaty, hairy chest. He didn’t even have time to react to the man above him, so he laid there and waited for Morrison and Reyes to take mercy on him.

The whistle shrieked once more, and with that, Reinhardt removed himself from Cole’s poor squished body and boasted a loud bark of confident laughter at his victory despite Reinhardt being three times the size of Cassidy.

Upon being released from his sweaty and hairy jail, Cassidy sat up with a gasp and coughed harshly, his ribcage no longer being crushed by the giant, and took in the humid air surrounding him in the training room.

Commander Reyes barked out a laugh of his own, not as loud or as long as Reinhardt’s. Cole shot a short glare towards his commander who just playfully scoffed and scribbled down something on the notepad he plopped down on a spare metal crate.

“Come on Cassidy, can’t you beat Reinhardt?” the Blackwatch Commander laughed.

Cole clicked his tongue and scoffed light, looking away from his commander to his comrade Genji who was watching him fail, boredom lingered in his cybernetic eyes. Genji only shrugged slightly to the cowboy still sitting on the wrestling mat trying to catch his breath.

“Bah,” Reinhardt boomed, “all he needs is fine German bodybuilding!” he boasted.

Cole suddenly yelped as he was pulled to his feet by his collar, two of Reinhardt’s gigantic fingers had curled into his collar of his standard issue Blackwatch training gear to lift him off the ground.

“‘M fine!” he huffed, wiping the sweat off of him, gagging on the inside as most of it came from the giant before him.

“Well then, if you’re fine Cassidy, you can go again against Reinhardt,” Reyes cocked a grin.Cole glared at his boss, ruffling a hand through his hair to not make it look like he was just flattened by a giant. Before he knew what hit him, Morrison blew the shrill whistle once more and the giant German knight came barreling at poor Cole, pinning him to the stale blue wrestling mat once again.

With a glorious flop, the bed bounced under Cole’s sudden weight with a few squeaks, a low groan radiating from the back of Cole’s throat. He just wanted to melt into the sheets and never return. The soft flannel drank up his sweat like vampires, the mattress softer than furs under his bulky weight, the light scents of cleanliness easing some of the pain his nose had just gone through.

A soft chuckle stirred his eyes open just a bit, honey brown eyes peering up from their hiding spots in the sheets to see what made the sound. His eyes roamed the room just a bit only to land on the door to the bathroom occupied by the figure of the love of his life.

“Bad day, cowboy?” you purred, leaning against the metal door frame.

The way the sun filtered in through the small bathroom window behind you, illuminating your lovely figure with a golden glow. It made his stomach twist in heated knots; and, if he was being honest, made him feel tingles in all the right places.

“You know it, pumpkin,” he sighed.

His large hands fisted the sheets, knuckles curling against soft red and black flannel.

You slowly walked up to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, looking down to see Cole’s half exposed face. Your eyebrows pinched upwards in amusement.

“I heard Reinhardt flattened you quite a lot earlier from Genji. Four times, was it?” Cole groaned against the sheets much to your amusement. “Is there something I can do to help you, handsome?” you purred lightly.

Cole froze for a moment when you gently placed a hand on one of his toned biceps, a light shiver running down his still heated spine before he realized what you meant. He pushed himself up by his elbows and laid on his side so he can actually get a good look at you.

You had just gotten out of the shower, your hair still slightly sparkling with water droplets. A silk bathrobe had been tied tightly around you, leaving little to the imagination. He could eye the curve of your breasts, the tie showing the dips of your waist. Just the sight of you made him stir even more.

“You can take care of me, darlin’.” There was a slight growl in his voice. He rolled to lay on his back, groaning as he felt his back ache from the day’s labors. “Take care of me nice an’ good, yeah pumpkin?”

You smiled softly, guiding your hand up his bicep to his broad chest where your fingers traced over the perky muscle of his pectorals beneath the gray t-shirt. He saw your eyes glint with lust as you kept eye contact with his chest, at how the t-shirt is just a big too snug around his chest and framed everything right, hugged all of the right curves and straight edges of muscle.

You playfully glanced back at his face. The look in your eyes sent a tingle from his neck all the way down his spine.

He groaned gently as he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, tenting in his uniform sweatpants.

“We both know you’re being sent out on a little scouting mission in a few hours,” you purred.

“Yeah,” Cole pressed, “hours, darlin’. Hours. We got time.”

“So we do.”

Cole groaned in the cavity of his mouth, lips pressed in a straight line. While your one hand occupied him by tracing unknown shapes into his muscular chest, little did he realize your other hand had traced his body along the sheets slowly until you had gotten down to his groin. You had firmly cupped your hand around his tenting erection and squeezed gently at the tight material. Cole let out a louder groan, lips parting as his head leaned back against the blankets bundled up beneath his head.

He felt you feeling his erecting cock right beneath his pants and boxers, fingertips feeling at all the right places almost as if you knew what to do down to the very last stroke.

“Darlin’, please,” he begged, “I need ya.”

He was starting to sound breathless. One of his hands came to grasp at your waist as the other fisted the sheets until his knuckles were white.

“What do you want me to do to you, Cole,” you cooed innocently. You dug your fingertips into the waistband of the sweatpants, your hand no longer cupping at his erection. “Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want me to stroke you until you cum?”

Cole whined at your words. His eyes squeezed shut, grit his teeth.

“Yes,” he moaned.

You slowly peel down the sweatpants, Cole even lifted his ass up in the air for just a brief moment to allow you to pull down his sweatpants until they bunched at his knees as the hem of Cole’s shirt had curled up just a bit, revealing the line of dark chocolate hair traveling up from his boxers. You couldn’t help yourself as you chuckled lightly, it was music to Cole’s ears.

“Lifting your ass in the air just to get your pants off, Cole? Someone’s horny.”

“Darlin’ please,” he crooned.

He looked at you with his puppy brown eyes, pleading. He knew you couldn’t say no to his eyes.

Your fingertips gently grazed his happy trail, fingernails lightly scratching right above the hem of his boxers. You could see his erection pressing against the plaid design of his boxers. You lowered a hand back down to his erection and palmed him through the fabric until you had finally peeled down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free, already erect.

Cole suddenly gasped, head curling back into the bunched up sheets. You had placed your lips over the head of his cock only to pop it out. You had licked at the head of his cock for God knows how long, little kitten licks swirling around his head until you had slowly started taking more and more of his cock with every thrust of your head. Cole cursed under his shaking breath, fingers twitching around the blankets as he fisted them. God, he wanted to bury a hand in your hair just to keep your pretty head right where it was, to have his dick buried in the warm and wet cavity of your mouth. God, how you circled his dick with your tongue had him seeing stars.

He craned his neck up just a bit to see you hunched over his groin, lips wrapped around his thick cock, your eyes gazing up and into his eyes. It sent a shiver down his spine. He groaned and hissed between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut so hard he saw swirls of purple and green in the black void.

You had cupped his balls, gently squeezing them every time you had slowly craned your head down the length of his cock, softly massaging them in small circles. With how warm your hands were from the shower and how hot and wet the cave of your mouth is, he cursed under his breath when he felt the coils in his gut start to turn tighter and tighter until they were starting to feel white hot. His cock twitched in your mouth and he knew you had felt it. He gazed down again at you to see you take him in your mouth again, lips slowly lowering on his shaft until your nose gently brushed up against his tight abdomen.

Cole was openly moaning by this point, propping himself up a bit by his elbows to watch you better.

Your fingers curled around his balls were working a little faster, massaging them firmly, only making Cole groan and ache with need and want to cum all over your pretty face and have his seed paint your mouth white.

Cole shouted as he came, trying to silence himself by biting his tongue. Hot seed spurted into your mouth as he climaxed, your lips still wrapped around the head of his cock until you finally pulled away. As Cole leaned back against his arms, he hissed when your lips finally parted from him, a trail of saliva breaking quickly. He saw his milky seed drip from your lower lip, milky white over the nude of your lips before your tongue rolled over for the little beads left.

Cole’s cheeks were ablaze, his chest aching slightly from how fast he was breathing, his head swimming in pure lust and love for you. All he wanted to do was to flip you over onto the mattress and fuck you until you could only cry out his name. He wanted to be tangled in the sheets with you all day, the mission he was being deployed on was only a little thought at the back of his mind. The sheets drank up the sweat on his skin, sticking to his sweaty body like glue

He shivered when he felt your fingers drift back down to his cock still tingling with a little life. Fingertips danced lightly on his slicked shaft, still glistening with your saliva and whatever of his milky cum you didn’t swallow. Your fingers curled into a ring around his cock, slowly gliding up and down his slick dick, occasionally squeezing the head and base of his cock to spring more life back into it. Cole groaned as he felt his cock twitch again, prickling with new hopes of climaxing all over your pretty face that you had just washed.

Your other hand had gone to his abdomen, pushing up the bottom hem of his shirt to reveal his stomach and the light defines of his abs. He wasn’t all jacked up like Reinhardt and he wasn’t too soft, he was just right in your eyes.

As you stroked his cock, you had also traced the light definition of his abs, fingers rising softly and dipping down on tanned flesh, admiring his body. You traced the little scars he had gotten from his life of crime to being a hero, mostly bullets grazing him or little burn scars from cigarettes.

Cole felt his stomach flutter at how soft you were being right now compared to just a few minutes ago where he swore you were trying to suck the soul right out of his cock. He laid there and looked up at you sitting over him, admiring how you looked into his eyes all sweet-like now.

He felt little twinges and twitches stirring his cock, his eyes fluttering at the knowledge that he was going to become all unraveled once again and it hadn’t been too long after he just came in your mouth and down your throat.

Just how gentle you were being was driving him crazy, he fisted the poor sweaty sheets as he panted loudly, your name spilling from his mouth, pleading with you to let him cum again.

You kept up a steady pace, softly jerking him off spurred on by the little pearls of milky white cum that beaded out from the tip of his dick. He needed to cum, he needed you to make him cum.

This time he came with a soft moan, head leaned back against the sheets as he felt your hand let go. He felt the sticky drips of cum fall on his stomach and knew it had gotten on your hands.

You had leaned down, nosing his broad chest down to his abdomen now coated lightly in his cum. Cole shivered when he felt your tongue lick up a strip from his gut, your warm tongue on his cool and sticky gut felt so nice, it had him seeing stars. You had dug your fingertips into his sides to support yourself, Cole felt like he was going to cum just from touch alone.

“We should get you cleaned up,” you sat up on his lap. “After all, you are being deployed in a bit.”

“We got time, darlin’,” Cole grunted, fingertips digging deeper into your bare hips. “You offerin’ to help me?”

“Always.”

Cole hoisted you up without another word, a shrill laugh erupting from you as he clapped a hand over your ass, carrying you right back into the bathroom.

Cole watched you from his place on the transport right in front of the wide open doors. You were standing next to Lena waving the small Blackwatch team goodbye, the sun maybe around midday should Cole consult his watch. The transport was huge, it was meant to get them from the base in Switzerland to a small Overwatch base somewhere in the eastern United States to get them the rest of the way to the west. He honestly didn’t remember what the mission was for exactly, and he didn’t care to get his ass reamed by Reyes for not paying attention or for the terror that was asking Genji or Moira. Cole gave a single glance over to Genji once more, thinking it over once more on asking him, only to decide against it at the last minute once more seeing the ninja settle into his own little corner of the transport, already attempting to find the energy to try and meditate, blocking out the idiocy of the people surrounding him.

Cole looked back towards you and saw you wave again, a slight smile still on your face. Lena was still next to you, this time talking to someone nearby with a bright smile.

Only you two knew of the markings painted under Cole’s standard unit transport gear; Consisting of Blackwatch-Issued military jacket and cargo pants, boots and his gray t-shirt from earlier. All of the hickies and scratches and bruises now forming purples and yellows on his tanned skin hidden behind the same gray shirt from earlier.

“Cassidy!” Reyes barked, sending the poor cowboy to jump out of fear. “Get your ass in here!”

Cole gave you one last wink goodbye before the transport doors closed in front of him and the ramp had retracted in.

Cole turned back around to face the commander who was already wrangling a pile of folders in his arms, trying to sort through them as he stumbled towards the small table off to the side of the transport’s main room. Cole felt the rumble of the transport coming to life under his feet, and not too long after, the roar of engines, and soon flight.

“Get over here the three of you,” Commander Reyes muttered, turning back fully towards the table to see Moira already there. Even the commander jumped slightly from her being there. “The two of you,” he corrected himself.

Cole shivered along with his boss at the “good doctor” and her behavior. She always moved like a specter, a ghost of some sorts, freely and loosely yet rigid and strict under hard discipline of her upbringing. Cole didn’t know too much of her life, all he knew was that she was the type of kid to probably destroy an ant hill with a magnifying glass or something. He knew she liked to watch people squirm and tick, and this mission was no different. He had also heard rumors from Overwatch members that she used to work at a university somewhere in the Oasis, a Utopian amongst other universities, she was apparently fired and kicked off the campus for inhumane experimentation with the use of the university’s equipment… But he could never find out anything else.

He heard Genji’s all too quiet footsteps, the ninja still needing to get used to the fake attachments from his knees and below, the hard alloy making up his feet always lightly tipping and tapping with every light footstep. He felt the presence of the ninja next to him before Cole saw him out of the corner of his eye. The ninja always looked so stern and serious, bushy black eyebrows always arched and eyes narrowing at the slightest of things that could annoy him.

“Now that you all are here, it’s time to go over all of the details just in case some of you,” all three threw sharp gazes at Cole, “may have forgotten some of the slight details.”

Cassidy paid them no mind as always and eyed the table as Reyes slapped down one folder and peeled it open. Inside were some papers, but it was mostly loose pictures. Some were paperclipped to little notecards. Reyes pointed to one photo, it seemed to be a drone captured image of a little metal building surrounded by wet foliage.

“Sources tell us there’s a small Talon base deep in the woods near Washington’s coastline. Overwatch drones in the area picked up these images of their supposed base, and it seems like they’re still there. Last known activity was when a single hover-truck went into the building,” Reyes pushed forward another photo of said truck, “and never came out.” Reyes moved the third picture to the center. “Conveniently, there is to be a transport escorted by United States officials from an unknown government-owned building. It’s possible it might be coming from a Washington arms factory nearby since they claim to have invented a new kind of energy weapon.” The photo was of the factory, doors sealed tight and lights all around as if it were a prison in the sleepy, rainy depths of Washington.

“Our job is to only scout and try to find out information. No hostile contact as it can render this mission a failure. Should something happen, a small team of Overwatch agents stationed nearby will help us. We cannot risk anything going wrong.” Reyes shuffled folders out from under his arm. “You each will have a folder with your orders. Follow them. Spend the entire transport there to learn what you all have to do.”

Genji had gotten the thickest of the folders as he normally does. Being a trained ninja nearly all of his life would get you positions like that. Moira had gotten the next, average, yet surprisingly not as full as the folders normally are; No doubt her role as the medic for the team was to watch out for the Overwatch team should something happen. Cole was handed out last, his folder thin. Thinner than usual and it even had him cocking an eyebrow as he opened his folder.

There were a few pages, but what stuck out most wasa sticky note right in the center of the first page, Reyes’ handwriting bold and loud in black permanent marker. ‘Don’t Rush In’ was ordered on the little note. The papers were mostly explaining to stay by Reyes’ side and watch his back should any Talon agents be around, but to mostly be the muscle should shit hit the fan. His usual orders at that.

“Read up and rest up. We have a long night ahead of us,” Reyes commanded.

The soldier turned on his heel and marched off to his own little makeshift office he conducted out of a pretty large cleaning closet. Moira had stalked off to the medical bay below deck and Genji had moved back to his own corner to read, leaving Cole standing there in the open room, only the sound of the transport cutting through the air at dangerous speeds filling his ears. Cole had simply decided to try and follow orders, sitting down in a nearby chair and plopping the folder open to read, however, his eyes only caught a few things as the rest were just a buzz in the back of his head.

‘Location: Unknown. Expected around 150 miles West of Seattle.’

‘Occupancy: Fully Occupied. Expected Crew Size: Unknown. Drone Estimates - 46 Members.’

‘Reason For Mission: Possible Robbery of Dangerous Weapons.’

‘Overwatch has administered a team of 22 agents from the North West region of the United States to aid in this mission should something go wrong. The team will be stationed 2 miles south of the targeted area.’

‘Take prisoners if needed.’

The last one stuck with Cole for a second, briefly remembering his time sitting handcuffed to a metal table, half naked as his shirt was missing and freezing from how cold the room had been kept. He was sporting a bruised cheek and his wrists burned from where he pulled at the handcuffs to try and free himself as if he were a wild animal. He remembered how Reyes looked at him like he was his own son who told the principal to shove it, how Morrison looked at him as a dangerous dog who needed to be put out in the cold. Cole shivered, he never wanted to go to a time like that.

And when he had first met you. You were just walking down the same hallway as him, all dressed up in your Overwatch uniform wrestling with papers and folders in your arms until you had accidentally dropped them, the pages scattering all over the floor. He had helped you, picking up the pages until your hands had accidentally touched. He remembered that blush on your cheeks, hell, even his cheeks were flaming. He remembered how you stuttered out a little ‘Thank you’ and hurried off to some boring meeting, all nervous like a high-schooler.

Cole has failed to realize he had spaced out until he suddenly realized Genji’s presence before him, the ninja sitting across from him in the opposite seat. His red eyes narrowed at Cole, but not in annoyance or anger.

“Do you feel something off about this?” his words cut cleanly.

Cole cocked a brow.

“What d’ya mean by that?”

“Something does not sit well with me about this mission. I do not know why.”

Cole mulled over Genji’s words for a moment until he saw a figure in the stairway to the lower deck of the transport. Lo and behold, it was Moira’s lanky figure walking towards the two, her folder held carefully open between her hands as she continued to read. Her face was painted in confusion.

As much as Cole avoided and hated speaking to her, he couldn’t help his own curiosity.

“Somethin’ wrong with you?” he questioned her.

Moira didn’t even look up from her folder, just walked up to the table the two men were sitting at and placed down her folder. She pointed a long nail at a bullet point.

“Was this in either one of your folders?”

Cole looked down at what her nail was pointing at.

‘Overwatch agents reported a loose, large dog-like wild animal nearby the suspected Talon outpost. Suspected animal is supposedly responsible for the destruction of one Overwatch drone.’

Cole peeled open his folder once more to look as Genji shook his head.

“Not mine, either,” Cole mumbled.

“Strange,” the doctor noted, picking her folder back up. “And there isn’t any note of us capturing it or if Talon seems to be looking for it in my notes.”

“Reyes probably has to deal with it then.”

“Then why wouldn’t he inform either of you? Why leave a note in my folder only?”

Cole glanced back over to the ninja who eyed him back warily.

Over the next few hours, silence hung over the three like a lead ball. Reyes had yet to come out of his makeshift office, almost as if he knew he would be questioned by his crew. The door remained locked tightly from the inside, neither one of them had a key. They had refueled somewhere in the middle of God fucking nowhere Ohio and were already sweeping through the air westward.

“What animal could it’ve been they saw?” Cole popped the question.

For the past few hours they were mostly talking of Talon and why they would maybe have a deadly animal - most likely genetically engineered or mutated - and why it may have gotten out.

“Washington has quite a few large mammals,” Moira pointed out. “Bears, coyotes, bobcats, wolves,” she counted on her long boney fingers.

“Thought wolves were drawn out and hunted,” Cole lit a cigarette.

“Around 2050, yes, but they’ve been reintroducing them like they did nearly a century ago. What I don’t get is why it also states that it took down a drone from Overwatch. Wolves don’t do that by nature. So unless it’s trained by Talon, I don’t see why one would-”

The door to Reyes’ “office” opened up finally just as the speakers above them read out coordinates of their dropping area, but mostly-

“Welcome to Washington State,” Fio stated robotically.

“You all read your folders, I assume,” Reyes deadpanned at the mess of papers and photos scattered on the table.

“When were you gonna tell us that there were giant wolves or bears runnin’ around the woods? When one would try and eat us?” Cole stood up.

“Relax, Cassidy. It was only supposed sightings, nothing confirmed. Besides, you’re not the scientist aboard this transport.”

“The drone-”

“It was ‘supposedly’ destroyed. It could have been Talon, it could have been a bear getting it. Who knows. There is no video recordings of it, and it didn’t go down in or around the Talon base so it’s fine by me.”

Cole’s nose twitched with anger from Reyes’ dismissal of the whole situation, but there was little that he could do or say to change Reyes’ mind.

The engines roared suddenly, weight pulling at Cole’s knees for only a moment as gears and engines hissed at the sudden stop and gentle fall. There was a loud beeping, the lights above the transport door glowed red for only a moment.

“Blackwatch-” the doors opened and the ramp slowly extended out until it buried itself in the wet ground, “-welcome to Washington.”

Cole looked over his shoulder to the outside. He winced at the sudden biting cold wind, jaw unhinged a bit at the sight of pure wilderness right outside of the transport.

The woods before him were dark, large and looming trees had grown taller, mountains only climbing higher. But what caught his eye was the moon hanging full and bright in the sky, partially covered by dark clouds and fog.

For a moment, Cole wished under his breath that he was back in his room with you, snuggled up in the warm blankets in the afterglow, mindlessly loving each other.

Something cold and heavy sat in the pit of his stomach as he was blinded by the full moon over Washington.

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Always Have, Always Will - Roman x Reader

Taking a break from my Adam Cole x Reader series to input a Roman x Reader real quick.

Timeline is kinda wonky. It’s Heel!Champion!Roman during his battles with K.O but Renee is also still there interviewing (I dunno when she left for maternity leave, so *shrug* ) And it’s after Jey’s joined Roman, too. So… idk.

If you want to be added to tag list, let me know!

Y/F/N = Your first name Y/N/N = Your nickname (like, when I wrote this, it was Magnolia/Maggie)

Also— no hate meant towards Galina <3

Word Count: 3,010

TAGS @shedevil22 @amourseculier @wwequeen-edits-blog @regalbanshee @wwequeensbeeblog

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Food in catering was always hit and miss. Sometimes they had really good choices—and then sometimes they sucked.

Tonight was one of those nights.

The plate in my hand only had two things currently on it, but I knew it wouldn’t be near enough for myself and Roman.

A soft smile graced my face as I thought of my boyfriend. We had known each other for a long time now, almost eight years. We had met back in FCW—I had been a valet for Seth. Roman was a sweet guy, charming—and very easy on the eyes; however I was still pretty young back then—and he had been in a relationship with Galina. Over the years, however, Roman and I had grown close—and the relationship with Galina had seemingly fizzled to nothing. At first, he had seemed hesitant to take our friendship to the next level—his flirtations uncertain. However, after many pep talks and un-solicited advice from both Seth and Dean, Roman had finally taken the chance.

That was three years ago.

The two of us had been through quite a bit in those years. Championship wins—championship losses; turmoil between friends (and brothers); injuries and illness; happy memories—sad memories; thousands of miles traveled together.

I wouldn’t change any second of it for anything in the world.

“Hey girl— you been smilin’ to yourself for a good couple minutes now,” Jey smirked as he slid up next to me, his eyes roaming the available food options,” Care to share?”

“Hey Jey,” I laughed,” Just… thinking. About the past couple years.”

“They been interesting, that’s for damn sure,” Jey agreed, picking up a wheat biscuit and turning it over in his hand before frowning and putting it back down.

“That it has,” I nodded, before noticing he was in his ‘ring gear’,” You got a match coming up?”

“Hmm? Oh, nah nah. I’ll just be watching Kev’s match later on… closely.”

“I see,” I chuckled,” Well, just be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Aww- you do care about me,” Jey gently punched my upper arm,” I appreciate it though. I’m gonna get goin’. You watch yourself, ‘kay?”

“I will. Catch you later, Jey.”

He disappeared out of catering, leaving me once again to the poor excuses of food choices. I picked up the wheat biscuit that Jey had just toyed with, turning it over in my own hand before placing it on the plate as well. As my eyes roamed the table once again, I felt shivers run down my spine—instantly on alert. And apparently for good reason.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Roman got you fetching his food now, too? What a sexist punk.”

“What do you want, Kevin?” I rolled my eyes, wanting nothing more than for him to just leave me alone.

“Ease up princess. I just want to talk.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Reigns’ sour attitude is rubbing off on you—it doesn’t do you any favors. Makes you ugly—” Kevin frowned, his eyes roaming over me before grimacing,”—Rather, uglier.”

“You’re not going to accomplish anything—insulting me. Roman won’t fall for your childish—”

“Childish what–? Nothing childish here, except your little boyfriend,” Kevin interrupted as he crossed his arms.

My jaw twitched in frustration, refusing to look at him.

“What’s the matter princess? Pissed off?” Kevin asked,” Good! Maybe Roman will grow a pair and meet me out in the ring later tonight. Probably not.”

“Keep running your mouth—Roman will kick your ass. Again!”

With such an intensity that it took me by surprise, Kevin reached out and slapped the plate from my hands. The contents scattered across the floor as I looked to him in shock, my eyes wide.

If we were being perfectly honest—I felt fear as well.

Kevin pointed a finger in my face, his own red with anger,” Listen here, you little—”

“Back off the lady,” a strong Scottish voice demanded, as the tall Drew McIntyre suddenly came into view. He stood between myself and Kevin, looking down at the shorter man and glaring at him.

“What are you even doing here, McIntyre? You’re on Raw—not Smackdown. Go home—we don’t want you here,” Kevin sniped back.

“I was asked here by the General Manager,” Drew explained, crossing his arms in front of him,” Now—are we gonna have a problem ‘ere?”

I saw Kevin briefly glance around Drew towards me, before scoffing,” Nah- no problem. She’s more trouble than she’s worth. Word of advice though—don’t fall for her innocent act. Y/N– tell Roman I’ll be seeing him.”

With that, Kevin walked out of catering and disappeared down the hallway, as Drew turned and looked at me. As soon as his hazel eyes met my y/e/c- I quickly looked down. Seeing the food on the floor, I ducked down and began picking it up. I was barely aware of Drew kneeling down beside me until his larger hand was placed on one of my much smaller ones.

“You don’t have ta do that lass,” Drew told me softly.

“I-if I don’t… who will?”

“At least let me help ya then.”

“You don’t have to!” I insisted, looking up into his eyes.

“If I don’t, who will?” he asked, using my own words against me, a gentle smirk on his face. A few moments later, after most of the food had been picked back up and thrown in the garbage- I reached for another plate before Drew gently took my hand in his.

“Why are you doin’ this for him lass?”

“What do you mean?”

“Fetchin’ him food—he’s a grown ass man—”

“Yeah, he is. And I’m a grown ass woman,” I frowned, yanking my hand away from him,” I choose to get Roman food—he’s a busy man. A busy Champion—something I think you could relate to. Besides, the food’s not just for him, it’s for me too.”

“I’ve watched Smackdown lass—I’ve seen how he’s changed. That title’s changed him,” Drew told me, his voice soft,” You’re a smart girl, y/n/n. I don’t want to see ya get hurt.”

“I appreciate the concern, but it’s not needed. Roman has never hurt me—and he never will. I believe in him—I always have, always will.”

“Ya need someone that’ll love you the way you deserve,” Drew murmured, his eyes boring into mine,” Be careful with yourself, Love.”

With that, Drew walked off—leaving me standing in catering alone with only my thoughts.

Later that night, I was walking through the hallway backstage on my way to Roman’s locker room—stopping when I heard someone call out my name.

“Y/N/N—excuse me, Y/N/N—can I get a moment?” Turning around, I saw Renee and a cameraman quickly walking up towards me.

“Renee, I really don’t—”

“Just a small moment, I just want to get your thoughts on what happened earlier, between you and Kevin Owens.”

With a sigh, I crossed my arms in front of me,” Alright—but quick, please. I’ve gotta be somewhere.”

“Of course—how are you holding up after that altercation with Kevin Owens?”

“I’m fine—I mean, yeah, I’ll admit. I was a bit afraid of what Owens might do. There’s a lot of animosity between him and Roman right now. Owen’s will do anything to get under Roman’s skin—or, rather, try to.”

“Will Roman confront Kevin Owens for what he done earlier?”

“That’s exactly what Owens wants- which is exactly why Roman—”

The clearing of a throat interrupted what I was going to say. Looking over my shoulder, I instantly groaned in annoyance as I saw Paul Heyman slinking up to where Renee and I stood.

“What…. Do we have going on here?” Heyman asked, one arm supporting the other by the elbow, pointing with his other hand between us.

“Renee just had some questions about earlier—”

“Questions? So… she was interviewing you?” Heyman asked, clarifying the situation, before asking,” Did Roman approve of this little interview?”

“Well—I mean, no—but it’s just some questions about—” I began, before being interrupted once more.

“The Head of the Table will not be pleased about this—I assure you now,” Heyman sighed,” The last thing I want is for you to get into trouble with Roman, honestly. I like you Y/N/N—I really do. I respect the relationship you’ve held with Roman over the years.”

His blatant lies only irritated me further and all I wanted to do was slap him across the face. Several times. With a brick.

But I held back. He was helping Roman—and Roman kept him around for his own reasons. I had to respect that.

“That being said- any further questions that you have Renee—can be directed to me.”

“Well, I—I guess…” Renee hesitated,” Aside from the altercation with Kevin Owens, we saw that Drew McIntyre seemed to have some advice for you Y/N/N. What’s your thoughts on what he had to say?”

“Drew—” I began, before Heyman cut me off once again.

“Drew McIntyre has no business on Smackdown. This—is Roman Reigns’ yard. If he doesn’t want put in his place, then he’ll keep out of business that has nothing to do with him. Kevin Owens—he’ll get what’s coming to him, at the discretion of the Big Dog. Now, if that’s all.”

It was a question—even Renee could tell.

Heyman leaned towards me,” We… should go see Roman. He’ll want to talk to you about… this.”

Of course—he was going to spin this against me. Try and get Roman angry enough with me—to what? Break up with me? It was no secret among the rest of the locker room that Heyman and I didn’t like one another. Hell, even Roman knew how it was between Heyman and myself—but anytime we started bickering, a look from Roman instantly quieted us both.

Wordlessly, I followed Heyman through the backstage area for a few moments until we reached a door embellished with a golden plaque that read ‘Roman Reigns’.

Heyman gave a few quick knocks on the door, waiting for Roman to give the verbal okay to enter, before he ushered me into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Sir, I do hate to bring any bad news, especially when it concerns Y/N/N—”

Roman’s attention suddenly landed on us, as he looked up from the paper before him. His eyes were cold, calculating—but concerned, as well. Heyman probably didn’t see that part, even I barely caught it.

“—She was In the midst of an interview when I came upon her. Renee was asking her about an earlier altercation with Kevin Owens and the interaction with Drew McIntyre that followed. I understand that there is a relationship between the two of you, so I do believe that the punishment shouldn’t be so severe, not like with Jey. How—”

“Punishment?” I recoiled, glaring at Heyman as Roman leaned back in his chair,” Are you kidding me?! It was simple questions—about me. Nothing to do with Roman. I shouldn’t need approval for something like that. You honestly think that Roman will punish me for something so trivial?”

“Not only did you have an unapproved interview—but you and Drew McIntyre’s blatant flirtations backstage did not go unnoticed.”

“Flirtations?! He was making sure I was okay after Owen’s got up in my face! He was being a gentleman—nothing more!” I exclaimed, standing in Heyman’s face; I was livid, continuing,” Drew flirts—it’s what he does. It’s a European thing I guess—hell if I know. All you care about though, is yourself Heyman. If something doesn’t fit the picture you see—then you skew it and make it fit. You don’t care what lies you have to tell or what lives you have to ruin—but I’ll be damned it you come between—”

“Y/N/N.”

Roman’s deep voice interrupted me, causing me to glance away from Heyman for a second. I could tell Roman wasn’t happy—and there was a glint of something unfamiliar in his eyes.

“Paul,” Roman breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers,” Leave us for a bit.”

“Right, of course Sir. I’ll be right outside—”

“Take a walk.”

“Oh, uhm. Of course, Sir. As you wish.”

As he turned towards the door, I didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips—and it only pissed me off more. Balling up my fist as I took a step towards him, I readied a strike—until—

“Y/F/N,” Roman’s stern voice rang through the room, making me freeze in place. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I clenched and unclenched my hand as the door closed, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Why must you two always do that?” Roman asked, his slate gray eyes on me.

“I don’t like him—never have. Never will.”

“I know,” Roman gave a chuckle, his cold demeanor briefly disappearing. I looked over my shoulder and saw Roman smiling softly at me. He lifted his hand and motioned me over, patting his thigh for me to sit on.

I walked over and gently sat down, allowing him to pull my legs up into his lap as he wrapped an arm around them to secure me closer to his body. The warmth he radiated was always welcome—I tended to get cold easier than most. I rest my head against his shoulder and just took a moment to enjoy the quiet time alone with Roman.

“What’d Owens say earlier?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Nothing- don’t worry—”

“Babygirl,” Roman shook his head, looking down towards me,” He comes at me—I can handle that, it don’t bother me. But he went at you—and that’s not okay with me.”

“He just—” I thought back to what had been said, realizing it wasn’t much after all,”—He said your sour attitude was rubbing off on me, that you wouldn’t grow a pair and meet him in the ring later. When I said you’d kick his ass again, he—he smashed the plate in my hands to the ground. Kinda took me by surprise. Makes me glad Drew did show up… I honestly don’t know what he would have done if Drew hadn’t happened by.”

“He got physical with you?” Roman demanded, sitting up straight and staring at me.

“Well, I mean—not really, he just—”

I felt like Roman was staring into my soul, and as I sighed deeply I just let the fight go.

“—Yes. He got physical with me.”

Instantly, Roman gently slid me off his lap and stood—beginning to pace near the desk. I could feel the anger radiating off of him.

“That son’f’bitch—I’m gonna kill him. Kick his ass and then kill him. He had no right going after you! This is between him and me! That little punk ass—”

As much as I adored his rambling sometime, I knew he was in a dark mindset, so I placed myself in front of him—cutting off his pacing. He looked down at me—but I knew he was looking right through me. Slowly, I placed my hands on his torso, bringing him back to earth.

“Ro.”

At the sound of my voice, he seemed to gather himself—focusing on me once again.

“Kick his ass all you want—but please, baby, don’t get in trouble. If they suspend you—or fire you? Then I’m here. All alone.”

“Can’t have that,” he murmured, pulling me closer to him in a tight hug.

“No, we can’t,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him close.

It was times like these that I cherished most—because it reminded me that, despite the world seeing him as this cold, uncaring monster, he was still my Roman. My kind, loving—sometimes goofy—Samoan Prince Charming.

“What did McIntyre want?”

“Pretty much just making sure Owen’s didn’t try anything further, made sure I was okay,” I told Roman, pausing before adding,” He also warned me that I needed someone different. Someone that would love me the way I deserved to be.”

It was quiet for a moment, before I heard Roman whisper,” He’s right…”

I shook my head as much as I could against his chest,” No, he’s not. Nobody realizes the love that we truly share, Ro. No one sees you back here—moments like this? All they see is the uncaring, rough asshole that you are out there. They don’t realize—that you’re still the tender, caring, kind-hearted, loyal Big Dog you’ve always been. But I see it. Every day, when we wake up in the morning; when we’re in the car on the way to the arena; when it’s just you and I in here because you sent Heyman scurrying away on some ridiculous errand.”

He scoffed a bit, chucking,” Gotta get rid of him somehow.”

“And I’m so glad that you do,” I laughed, looking up at him, adding the most sincere tone I could,” I love you, Roman. Always have—always will.”

“I love you to, Baby girl. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me- no doubt.”

He leaned down at pressed a kiss to my forehead, before walking us over to the large reclining chair. He sat down first, then carefully pulled me down with him, holding me close as he could.

“What would the Head of the Table like?”

“Right now?” he asked me; I gave him a nod, so he continued, a loving twinkle in his eye,” Just sit here with me, Baby girl. Just… stay with me for a bit.”

“Anything for you, Ro,” I whispered, leaning my head in the crook of his neck and closing my eyes blissfully.