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windhamsrotunda · 2 years

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Baby, Doesn't It Feel So Familiar? - Christian Cage (AEW)

Pairing: Christian Cage x Female! Reader

Summary: Y/N is a friend of Jurassic Express, she doesn't like what Christian had did to Jungle Boy. She decides to confront Christian backstage herself, until he does the unexpected.

Warnings: Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Kissing with Christian? Language, Not very much warnings here <3

Requested by: My bestie @cuttingedge708 . Hope you enjoy my for lifer <3

Word Count: 1,237

Large, mesmerizing footsteps were heard from three doors down. The 6’1 Canadian man was walking with purpose down the arena halls with hands shoved in his front jacket pockets. The lights had shone on him every time he had entered the room, where he owned the ground he was walking on underneath his feet.

Jack had appeared to be backstage with his very close friend, Luchasaurus. An alarming sound made them turn their heads like deers in headlights, Christian was up to no good after he had unexpectedly turned his back on Jack. He couldn’t be trusted.

He snatched a wooden chair where it was sitting in front of an empty table with a jet black cloth on top of it, throwing it across the hall effortlessly like it was nothing. Christian Cage was pissed and confused because Jack Perry cost him a match in winning a championship of his own.

‘’What is his problem?’’ Luchasaurus asked, watching the chaos go down as Jack stood back, feeling his guts in his stomach tie in a knot.

‘’I can’t be seen out here by him.’’ He replied. Seconds before darting off into his locker room, he thought about what his own mentor had done to him a week ago on Dynamite.

‘’He just can’t be trusted’’ was spinning inside of his head.

Jack locked the door to his locker room, quickly acting upon grabbing a chair to prop it underneath the wooden door handle.

‘’Jack, open up! It’s me, Y/N!’’ a female voice spoke alarmingly from the other side of the door. Y/N was a close friend of Jurassic Express, Luchasaurus and he would do anything for her, as long as she was safe from the man Christian Cage.

A voice erupted over her, it sounded like Christian’s voice. Inaudible hollering was heard, he couldn’t watch his best friend Y/N get hurt like he did.

Jack removed the chair underneath the door handle, swinging the door open.

‘’Y/N!’’ he yelled, rushing out of the locker room, finding Christian speeding off in his car with Y/N.

Jack fell to his knees, with stinging tears streaming down his face.

What if Christian is going to do something bad to her?

All these what if’s swarmed through Jack’s head like swarms of bees.

A call came through his phone, an unknown number was displayed on his phone screen, he answered it without hesitation.

‘’H-Hello?’’ He stuttered.

‘’You shouldn’t have never let your friend Y/N walk alone in the arena by herself, you should know better than that, Jungle Boy.’’ Christian. That son of a bitch.

‘’Where is she, let me speak to her!’’ Jack pleaded, holding the phone tightly against his ear.

‘’Oh, she is safe and sound with me. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.’’

Click.

‘’Christian, please let me go back to Jack!’’ Y/N exclaimed, knees propped up on the hot leather passenger seat of his car.

‘’Shut up!’’ He gave her a glare, eyes locked on hers for a split second before turning his attention on the road again.

Her sigh escalated through her, a switch on the radio echoed through her ears, making her spine twitch.

‘’Ten, nine, eight, seven rabbits running to the finish line Johnny shot a fucking triple with his brand new AR-15.’’

Christian drove at about 70 miles per hour on the road, the speed he was going for was probably illegal as hell.

‘’Hey uh, Chrisitan? Can you slow down just-just a bit?’’ She felt her heart sink down to her stomach, Y/N felt helpless.

‘’Hey Christian? Can you please slow down!?’’ Her voice rose, finally catching his attention for a split second. The car came to a dead stop in the middle of nowhere, no street lights around, just pitch black dark.

Christian hopped out of the car, without her knowing, he opened the passenger door and persuaded Y/N to at least come out of the car and have a talk with him.

‘’How when my fucking arms are tied around my back?’’ She looked at him like he had lost his mind, all she wanted was for him to let her go and return back to Jack.

‘’I’ll help you, okay? Chill out.’’ He remained calm, and didn’t snap like he did earlier in the arena.

He proceeded to help her out of his car, and unfastened the rope that was pressured against her raw wrists.

‘’Th-thanks.’’ She favored her wrists, before turning her attention to the man who took her out of the Daily’s Palace arena.

‘’Listen, I don’t want you to be alarmed of any sort but…’’ He trailed off, trying to choke out the words he was going to tell her.

‘’Fuck. Uh, I really like you, in reality. Look, I didn’t mean to tell you to shut up earlier, or tie your wrists behind your back. I was just trying to do Jack a favor, alright? I seriously like you.’’ Christian’s cheeks blossomed red, darting a hand through his blonde hair.

‘’Oh, really?’’ Y/N placed her hands on the solid hood of his car, giving him somewhat of a glare as in ‘’I don’t believe you.’’

‘’Yes. I’m not kidding. I like, I mean, love you Y/N. Ever since I have laid my eyes on you, all I could do was think about Jack having you before I could have you. It’s not jealousy–’’

She vocalized a ‘’mhm’’ sound, and took a sharp exhale of breath.

‘’Now that I think about it, I kind of did have a crush on you as well. Just for a little while,’�� She proclaimed, inching closer to the man who was her enemy.

‘’I— I fucking hated your guts, not gonna lie.’’ She spat out, laughing.

Christian inched closer to Y/N, decimeters away from her face.

‘’I knew you were gonna say that,’’ He whispered softly.

The awkward silence drew in, you couldn’t hear birds chirping, not even a single soul was out there. That’s how quiet it was.

His pink lips suddenly pressed onto her’s.

Her body froze solid into his larger frame with her eyes closed, as she trusted him just for a few seconds, accepting the kiss.

What if Jack finds out I kissed Chrisitan Cage, his mentor? She mentally added.

He wrapped his muscular arms around her skinny waist, tightening the grip on her with fiery passion of ‘’I want to be with this woman.’’

I just kissed Jack’s mentor.

A single clear raindrop plopped onto Y/N’s head, she hummed and had her hands resting on each side of his shoulders. Thousands of thoughts were pondering over both their heads, the thoughts of ‘’what if’s’’ and ‘’what will happen’’. Rain began to scream down on them, they hugged each other motionlessly while the rain didn’t bother them quite a bit.

Christian’s brown leather jacket shriveled off of his body, hitting the hood of his car that both of their body weights were holding. He lifted Y/N’s chin up slowly, and leaned in for the kiss again.

‘’I l-love you,’’ He told her.

A million times he had told her that like a broken record.

He wanted Y/N for himself.

She kissed him until her lips were completely dry, hand resting on the back of his head as his larger hand somehow locked with her’s.

‘’I love you too, Christian.’’

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wardlowsbabydoll · 2 years

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Traitor-Christian Cage

This one is very angsty so I apologize for any tears that I cause.

Word Count: 942 (sorry it's so short!)

I also used Christian's in-ring name instead of his government name

Warnings: Mentions of parental death

“I didn’t ask to be their father or their father figure. They have a father. And he’s dead.” You went numb after that. He knew those words would cut deep, and knew that they would affect your brother, but for a moment you were certain he forgot about you. That as close as Jack and Sophie were with your dad, it was the two of you that were as thick as thieves. You were the one who took his death the hardest. You knew that he had probably asked Jack for his permission to talk about your dad and were honestly furious at your brother as well. Your dad wasn’t a weapon to be used in cheap heat tactics. If he did ask, you knew why he’d asked Jack instead of you. You would have said no.

Your feet moving faster than your heart or your brain could comprehend you told the audio guy to pull up Jack’s music and took a microphone off the table. You could see out of the corner of your eye that Tony was staring at you, as you climbed the stairs of the babyface tunnel you said, “You can yell at me later.” You could hear the crowd’s cheers echoing off the tunnel as Baltimora blasted through the speakers, and you had to swallow back the bile you hadn’t noticed was crawling up your throat. It was too late to back out now.

The cheers that were once heard almost became deadly silent when they saw you. They were all expecting your brother, especially the man in the ring. It was clear to everyone how drained you looked, how heartbroken you looked. You looked like a teenager going through a horrible break up, wearing sweatpants and a Jurassic Express hoodie; usually you would have cared about that, but tonight you just couldn’t.

The tears that hadn’t come out before were starting well in your eyes as you stared at him. At the man who had taken you and Jack under his wing. The man who had consoled you for so many nights when you felt the unrelenting grief of losing your dad, of him not being there when you and Jack made it big, him not being there to walk you and Sophie down the aisle and getting the father daughter dances he always talked about having with you and your twin, of the fact that he was taken too soon from you and your siblings and it wasn’t fair. That man who had done so many kind things for you and your family was now the man talking horribly about your brother and about your beloved father.

You stood on the ramp, wanting to keep as much distance from the man who had betrayed you and your family; you wanted that distance from Christian Cage for fear of him injuring you, just like he did to Jack. A part of you knew that Christian would never lay his hands on you to hurt you but you couldn’t help but feel afraid.

A few moments after the music stopped you hesitantly raised the microphone to your lips. The crowd waited with bated breath to hear what you had to say. “How could you? How could you do this? To Jack? To Austin? To Sophie? To our mom? To me?” The first tear fell as your voice got shakier. The once silent crowd was now booing Christian as they heard you speak. “We let you in, I let you in, and I don’t let people in.” You were now openly crying as you stared down the traitor.

You jumped slightly when you felt someone touch your shoulder, only to slump slightly when you saw it was your brother’s girlfriend, Anna. “Come on, he’s not worth it.” She tried to lead you backstage, she tried to help you but you shook your head no, “I’m not done yet.” You held in a shriek when Christian was suddenly less than three feet away from you; ‘he must’ve left the ring when Anna distracted me’ you thought bitterly as you put more distance between yourself and your former mentor.

“I never meant to hurt you.” Christian said looking almost like a kicked puppy. “But you meant to hurt Jack, and you knew that would hurt me. You talked about my father, and you knew that would hurt me too. I never thought you would sink to the depths of speaking about someone who can’t even defend themselves,” you shook your head and stepped closer to Christian, hate beginning to drip into your tone “At first I was heartbroken, now I’m just pissed. When Jack comes back from his injury I will take great pleasure in seeing my older brother destroy you. I hate you.” You threw your microphone down, the audiences cheers for you almost becoming deafening.

Once again, your body seemed to move on its own as you did something that shocked everyone. You slapped him. Hard. And then you spit in his face. The crowds cheers had soon turned into ‘You deserve it!’ chants aimed at Christian but you just turned away from him to look at Anna who had stayed by your side, and you now allowed her to lead you backstage. At this point you had been drained, you just wanted to go to the back, wait for the show to be over, and go home to your family. You allowed her to help you walk away from the man you looked up to, the man you did consider a father figure, and you didn’t turn back.

You walked away, shattering two hearts in the process.

#aew imagine #aew x reader #aew angst #christian cage #christian cage angst #jungle boy angst #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling angst

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madhatterbri · 6 months

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New Beginnings | C.C.

Summary: Christian and you finally confess each other's feelings.

Author's Note: Part two of Too Late

Dedicated to @1dluver13xx and her incredible taste in men. 🤌

The tension was suffocating during dinner. Adam and Beth continued to talk about your brother's new adventure with AEW. He was still so hyped about having one last ride with his best friend. Meanwhile, Christian sat across from you doing everything in his path for you to look at him. You were ignoring him.

Deep down you knew despite everything that happened you needed him. He was in your life before he debuted in wrestling almost thirty years ago. The past three years had been absolute hell for you. It felt like you lost an arm. Christian was always there for everything.

"I wonder if we can get these two involved in some story line," Beth teased and elbowed you softly. Your sad thoughts pushed to the back of your mind. You looked at her with a fake smile. There was no way you wanted to be around Christian after tonight. "Maybe you can be with me while Christian is yelling at us while Adam is out in the ring,"

"Whatever brings viewers I am in," you answered and looked around the restaurant. Christian's light eyes continued to watch your every move closely. Despite being the one to break your heart he had to make sure you were going to be okay.

"Maybe even a cheesy storyline where you find out they had an affair," Beth joked to Adam and rubbed his hand with her thumb. Adam laughed and looked at his wife before turning his attention to you and Christian. "Imagine the whole best friend and little sister story. They would eat it up,"

"I would kill him," he laughed and playfully punched his best friend in the arm. "You want a husband in jail?"

The dinner ended longer than you hoped. Adam drove back to the hotel. Christian was in his own car allowing you space to breathe.

"Talk to her," Beth whispered and motioned her head towards you. Adam looked at you through the rear view mirror. Your head rested against the glass while watching the city pass you by. He noticed the crushed expression on your face. One similar to when your mom died.

At the hotel, Beth rushed off to attend to the girls. Her parents had come down to watch them. They must need some sort of break at this point. Adam assured her he would be right up after he walked you to your room.

"Everything okay?" Adam asked and placed his hand on your shoulder. The elevator ride suddenly felt a lot longer. You prayed someone would come in to interrupt but it was late.

You smiled briefly and looked away. He could always tell when you were lying. Your face turned a bright red. Your eyes watered. Damnit.

"I can't tell you. You would kill him and my nieces wouldn't have their dad," you confided in him. He sighed instantly remembering dinner. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his shoulder. After a few seconds you took a step back.

"I love him, Adam. We were together one night three years ago and the next morning he told me they were giving their marriage a second chance," you stuttered trying to hold in your sobs. "Tonight he tried talking to me but... I don't know what to do,"

"Hear him out, sis. He misses you. He always asked about you whenever we went to a hockey game or he whenever he saw Beth and I," he admitted. "I didn't want to get involved but since we all are going to be seeing each other more. Text him to see you. I won't stop you both from being happy,"

He gave you one last hug before the elevator doors opened signaling your stop.

For the first time in three years you unblocked Christian. The weight of the world lifted off your shoulders. Your heart swelled at the thought of him coming back into your life. You stared at the message screen and sighed. Your thumbs quickly typed a message and sent it to him.

Hey don't fuck yourself quite yet. I'm in room 807. I'm ready to talk.

Within minutes Christian knocked on your door. You opened the door to see him with a bouquet of white roses. Your favorite.

"Come in," you greeted and opened the door wider. Christian walked in and handed you the roses. You thanked him and placed them on the counter for now.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asked standing uncomfortably by the door. The talk at the arena didn't go exactly as planned. He hoped the two of you would have gone to being a couple.

"Christian, I'm sorry for what I said at the arena. I was so hurt and I... I missed you," you confessed. His eyes widened in shock but you couldn't read them. "I told Adam what happened between us,"

Christian flinched unsure if this was good or bad news especially after dinner. Once he didn't hear Adam running at him to murder him he calmed down a little more. He still didn't say anything. The man that always had so much to say. Speechless.

"I love you, Christian, and I need to know how you feel about me before I can continue,"

You were met with silence but he appeared to be thinking. This was the moment, his moment. The things he should have told you before breaking you. He cleared his throat.

"You and I have always had something, your name. I couldn't put a finger on it until that night. It wasn't just the sex but the way we acted like a couple. The dinner and just cuddling on the couch watching hockey. I hadn't had that in so long and it made me realize I had to end it with her once and for all," he licked his lip trying to figure out his next words. "I told her what happened between us and she was going to tell Adam unless I stayed. I figured our daughter deserved both her parents and tried with her again. You know the rest,"

The air felt light once more like it always had been between the two of you.

"So where does that leave us?" You asked wanting to hear him say it. He pointed at the white roses. The symbol of purity, innocence, and....

"A new beginning,"

The next morning found you lounging in a pool chair. Today was going to be an easy day for the two of you. Just making up for lost time. You chatted away with Beth while Adam sat next to Christian.

"Some of those punches are going to connect next week," Adam warned him and looked at him. His serious face clashed with the playful twinkle in his eyes.

"Wouldn't doubt it, brother," Christian smiled. "And I'll gladly take them,"

#fanfiction #imagine #aew #angst #comfort #christian cage #aew christian cage #christian cage aew #christian cage x reader #christian cage x y/n

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midwestmade29 · 5 months

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Choose Me (Part 3)

Christmas writing prompt: #20 (A couple broken up get invited to a Christmas party) Word Count: 1,023 Divider by: @benkeibear Be sure to check out @madhatterbri's [full list] of Christmas/New Year writing prompts!

Lots of dialogue in part 3 😮‍💨 and still dripping with lots of angst!

I think I’m gonna have to give @madhatterbri her angst crown back after writing this story. Not my strong suit, but always good to switch things up from time to time.

Only disclaimers I would say part 3 has is manipulation and some cursing 😬

Every story has an ending...but will yours be happy?

“Aww, you look upset. What’s wrong sunshine?” Shayna asked with smug smile on her face. “Please move.” You said sternly, but she didn’t budge. “What do you want Shayna? Isn’t there someone else around here you can torment? Maybe some new executive’s ass you can kiss?” Shayna only laughed at your sarcasm which made your blood start to boil. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous! You only wish you could do what I do. Afterall, I do have the grandest prize of all in my bed at night while you’re all alone in yours. Poor thing, it must be so sad knowing Christian chose me over you!” She said, faking a pouty face. Her words cut straight to your core making you want to run and hide like you have the last few months, but you knew you couldn’t waiver. “Look, I really don’t have anything else to say to you other than you won. You won Shayna! Christian is yours! If he wants you to suck the life out of him again like a God damn vampire, then so be it. He saw right through your bullshit before, so one can only hope he will again. Just tell me one thing. Why? Why would you meddle with Christian and I and tear us a part?” As soon as you asked the infamous question, you regretted it because you weren’t sure if you were truly ready to hear the answer.

“Oh honey, isn’t it obvious? I’m a grown woman and you’re just a little girl! Why in the world would someone like Christian ever stay with someone like you? You can’t give him what he needs! Don’t get me wrong, I applaud you for catching his attention for a little while, but now he’s where he belongs and that’s in-between my legs.” Shayna said victoriously. “You stole him from me, so I simply took back what’s mine. An eye for an eye if you will.” Your jaw dropped at her confession and your stomach started to turn at the thought of Christian being intimate with her. Your head felt like it was spinning as you tried to process everything. You felt like crying and screaming at the same time the more her words sank in, but you had to say your peace. “Sounds to me you’re not as grown as you say you are playing these types of childish games. My life is not a game and Christian is not a prize to be won! We are more than pawns in your sick game. Shame on you!” Fury burned in Shayna’s eyes the more you went on. “You just couldn’t stand that he finally got the courage to leave your toxic ass in the first place! So please, cut the shit and move out of my way.”

Without another word, you walked right past her, feeling 10 pounds lighter having unloaded the thoughts and feelings you had built up inside of you for so long. Your strappy heels clacked on the marble stairs as you walked down them, the sound echoing off the walls. Once you reached the bottom step, you heard someone rushing down them not too far behind you. “Y/N! Wait!” Christian called out, but you kept walking and didn’t look back. He eventually caught up with you and tried to stop you when he grabbed hold of your wrist. “Don’t!” you shouted as you pulled your wrist free from Christian’s grasp. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave like this. I didn’t mean to ruin your night or to upset you. I wasn’t even sure you were here until I heard someone call your name earlier. Once I saw you, I couldn’t stay away. I had to talk to you.” He confessed. After exchanging words with Shayna, you felt numb, so Christian’s words fell upon deaf ears. When you didn’t say anything, he continued. “When Kris finally stopped chewing me out, I saw you say something to Shayna before walking away. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Feeling exasperated over everything, every thought and feeling you had left spilled from your lips. “You wanted to make sure I was okay? What about Shayna? Shouldn’t you be checking on your girlfriend instead?” He tried to interject, but you stopped him and continued. “You made your choice Christian. I’m not going to beg you to change your mind and choose me instead. If you’re willing to give up everything we had together, then I have to make a choice too. I have to let you go.” Something you said must’ve hit a nerve because he showed his true colors when his next words were coated with condescension. “You have to let me go?” he scoffed. “I did what I had to for my career! I’m all everyone talks about, and Shayna adds to that. I can’t give up that kind of clout! Being with her makes sense for business and that’s what fills my bank account.” In the matter of a few seconds, your entire world caved in once again. All this time you thought you knew Christian, but you were sadly mistaken. You had fallen in love with an imposter and someone who clearly loved fortune and fame more than they loved you.

You pulled yourself out of the stupor you were in, doing your best to hold back the tears that threatened to flow when you replied to Christian. “So, what you’re telling me is that you’re willing to sacrifice true happiness and love for money and notability? It’s evident now more than ever that you are lost. So lost. I hope somewhere down the road you’re able to find your way again Christian. You and Shayna are a match made in hell and the two of you deserve each other!” Without a second glance, you turned and walked away, leaving Christian standing alone in the vestibule just like he left you the night he broke your heart in your apartment. He didn’t even try to say anything further, he could only stand and watch as the best damn thing to ever happen to him walked right out the door.

Phew, glad that’s over 🤣 Now, time to write some smut & fluff!

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jinouchibhue · 6 months

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I'm not a writer, but I like to come up with lil story scenarios to think about so. And all of these probably work switched around as well.

Christian pinning after Edge when they were young. He's his best friend and looks up too him and he fell in love. If you want to add some angst maybe Edge has a girlfriend who's not exactly the best and that gets right under his skin because and he can't see it. Ooh.

Christian getting that stinger where his arm went limp for a bit. But it was worse and Edge has to take care of him for a bit. It's "Will I be able to ever wrestle again and I'm a burden" angst realness. Ooooh.

Gangrel surviving this world by having two human followers under his spell. With Edge and Christian slowly coming out of it in realizing it and plotting the take him down and get their lives back I don't know.

#I have more but they are way too............. discipline relationship-y soz #that's just what im about mostly #also when I get new faves I immediately want to make them cry #angst and whomp is what im about #wrestling #Christian cage #jinouchi.txt #adam edge copeland

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ja3hwa · 6 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐬, 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬 ♡

Day 31 : Trick Or Teat

【Synopsis】 : The dead of night, creatures hide. In the light of a fire, those same creatures can become more.

『Word count』 : 7.01k

-> Genre: Supernatural. Smut. Angst. Fluff.

Paring: Yungi x Reader | Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual ot8 x Reader]

[Warnings] : Self hatred. Abusive family. toxic family. Cult-like religon. Myths and supernatural concepts. The reader is giving off Genderfluid in some parts [not me projecting whoops]. hints of sexual abuse. Blood. Gore. Dark themes. Blood drinking. Kissing. Swearing. All the boys have a corruption kink cause why not. Fingering. Seonghw has a bit of a superiority complex. Details of torture and killing people. Unprotected sex. Yunho and Mingi are little shits. Eheh

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Surprise!! This is the very first chapter and introduction to my new mini series I'll be writing. I know a lot of you have been wanting Vampire Ateez ot8x reader for a while, and I've been trying to find a good story, and i finally got one, hehe. Also, I wanted to make this fic extra long as well to say thank you for 4k followers. I still want to do an event, but I'm taking a little break first, so I hope this is okay for now.

I LOVE YOU ALL ♡♡♡

Check out the mini series masterlist -> [coming soon]

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The Destiny Castle was filled with darkness and death. Guard dogs, the size of cows and strange beastly noises echoing in the forest surrounding. And warnings to anyone that enters the ground will never be seen again. Well, that's what the priest of your village says over time and time again. Blabbering about how god left the family that lived in the castle many centuries ago when they invited night-crawling creatures inside. Ones that drink blood and care little for the human race.

Vampires.

You sighed under your breath for the fifth or sixth time this evening as the sermon read on the large dusted book in front of him. Your hands were beginning to ache from having them clasped together for so long. Why were you even praying? It's not like you believe any of this bullshit. Yes, granted, some of it might sound true, and you had doubts on multiple occasions whether this man in the sky was, in fact, real or not. But did you really want to stick around and find out? When you die and you go to hell, so be it. You weren't scared of where you ended up. You were more scared of wasting your life away. Not finding the adventure you so desperately craved. But your picture-perfect parents with their picture-perfect kids shall have no such dreams. No such idea of living other than to tend to the market stall and be married to yet another picture-perfect family.

You felt your mother's god-awful stare as she clearly heard you sigh yet again. You hated her the most. Always finding new and improved ways to punish you for "your sins." Like rolling your eyes or talking back to a man. Or worse, not showing any signs of being a good future housewife so when she's finally ready to sell you off—oh I'm sorry, give you away—to some rich Christian suitor to be your husband. You could be the perfect version of yourself for her.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

You hated that fucking word. A loud bell chime caught your attention, signalling that Sept was finished with his blabberings for the evening. So you stood up straight, your annoyingly over-layered dress before turning on your heels to leave.

"Oh wait, Dove. Come here, please." Your mother's overfaked and sugary sweet tone rattled in your ears. The use of the nickname Dove also annoyed you. Dove, meaning white pure bird that is trapped in a golden cage. Everyone had called you that since you were born, most people in the village not even knowing your real name, only know this nickname.

Why, you may ask?

Simple, your mother hated your name. You were named after your father's mother, who she hated. But it was tradition to name your firstborn after the father's mother, so here you were. Not only were you a disappointment to your mother, but you also bore a name that resembles hatred. Lucky you.

"This is Lucas Wheeler. He's Mary and Robert's Eldest son." Your mother's voice buttered up the introduction, leaning in with an absolutely disturbingly fake smile that everyone seemed to fall for. You turned your lip slightly, making a poor attempt to smile, which your mother did not approve of. "Luca, darling, this is my daughter."

His grin was wide and overexaggerated. His tunic was buttoned all the way up to his Adams apple, looking as if it was constricting his airflow. And his hair was perfectly brushed back. He was the definition of a good pure religious boy. A book nerd. You couldn't hide your disgust as he licked his lips, eyeing you like some piece of flesh. You knew what he was hiding. That filthy lust that men seemed to only be forgiven for. He has probably dreamed about shoving his cock in every woman that passes him and he was definitely only thinking about his needs while staring at you. Not marriage, not husband duty. No, the sole idea of finally getting his little dick wet was driving him crazy. And it made you want to chuck your guts up all over his clean shoes.

"You seem to have such a um, polite daughter here, Christine. She seems shy?" Lucas's mother, Mary spoke up trying to take a look at you but you kept your face pointed to the ground. You didn’t want to be there and you weren't about to fake a smile for a family you did not need to know. you wanted nothing more than to slip away and become invisible like you always did in these types of situations. But turning twenty has now made you in the public eye. Twenty and without a husband was rare. Normally women in your village were betrothed at sixteen and married at eighteen. But you have managed to wheezle your way out of it from your parents being too worried about your younger sisters. But you’ll be twenty-one soon and your mother, Christine was becoming impatient.

“She is a shy one. Sweet too. Micheal and I have been trying to find the perfect man for her, but her shyness seems to not be a lucky charm.” Your mother battered, throwing a sweet chuckle making Lucas’s parents laugh.

“Well, how about you both come over? Bring all your kids, for dinner. I’m sure my Luca would love to get to know her.” Mary pinched Lucas’s cheek making him push away slightly.

“Yes. I’d love to know more about your daughter. I’m sure we will be able to entertain one another while you get dinner ready.” his dark words made your stomach turn and flip. Now you were definitely going to be sick.

“It’s settled then. We will see you at sundown.” Your mother bid goodbye tugging you away by your arm out of the church, not letting you go for a second. Knowing you’d just run off the first chance you got.

Night came quicker than you would have liked and no matter how hard to tried to slip away your mother made sure that one of your sisters was always with you, ready to shout if you tried to bail. What was this some type of house imprisonment? You didn’t want to go, that was more than clear. But your mother couldn’t care less and your father well it was ‘whatever mother says goes’. so you were alone in the more honest terms. Your brothers were too young to know any different, your sister who is only two years younger than you was a cutout of your mother. And your little sister was daddy's little girl. She didn’t care about anything but her daddy.

What a perfect family you seem to have. Everyone fitted in somewhere but you. You were the experiment. The first batch of cookies to come out of the oven that no one touches cause they were too burned or not fully cooked.

“Come on we are going to be late.” Your mother's voice rang through the house, your sister's eyes not leaving you. She had muttered something before heading for the door. You had told her you just needed to put on some garments before meeting her downstairs. She was hesitant for a moment thinking this was a plan to escape but you had said that there was no time now and what would be the point. Sensing your defeat she left you alone. Finally.

You pull on some pants under your dress, hating having to wear such feminine clothing. It wasn’t that you were against wearing dresses or lace or even frills. It was more that sometimes you wanted pants. Was that so bad? You sighed putting all the clothes your sister had pulled out for you to try on, on the end of your bed. That was later you’s problem. You noticed your book laying on your pillow making you swear under your breath. Tucking it back under the sheets you wonder if your sister saw it. You hopped not, if she saw what you wrote or worse what you drew, she’d be telling the church to burn you at the stake.

You ran down the stairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, hoping that if you go over and get this night over with you can come back home and hide away in your room, wishing you were anywhere other than with this family.

This night seemed okay as far as talking about our lord and saviour over supper was. Mary was busy finishing up the final dish, letting Lucas and your parents laugh over a blessed bottle of wine. They had sent you and Lucas away to, get to know one another and Lucas had to perfect idea to show you his barn. A place where ‘he could be himself’. God, everything he says annoys you. Climbing the old rusty ladder, you stand in an empty hay loft. Your gut felt strange, like your body was warning you of something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Until you felt a hand grip your shoulder softly but tight enough to make you freeze.

His breath was so close, pooling on your neck. fingers were ghosting along your corset strings making tears build in your eyes. Even though he was a little boy in your mind. He was much bigger than you and he could easily take advantage of you if you didn’t play your cards right. So you had to act. “And what might we get up to here hmm…”

His chuckle sickened you. “Well, we have some time before mother calls. So I thought we get to know each other. Just like our families wanted.” he pulled away, making a grunting sound behind you. You turned slowly to see he was sitting on a blanket that had been laid out on some hay. Was this disgusting excuse of a man really thinking he could charm you into sleeping with him? God, his ego was bigger than you thought. You giggled, waltzing around the small room pretending to think but in truth, you were looking for an exit. You could go down the ladder but he’d probably grab you before getting that low. Maybe over the side onto the beams. He won't be able to get to you then. But then you’d be trapped until you eventually have to climb back over. And you know he’s the type to wait you out.

A window. Probably leads onto the roof. Not practical but if you recall you did see a bunch of hay bails just outside so if you jump you’d be able to land on them. And a broken ankle or wrist was better than….”Where is your mind wondering, baby? Do I scare you?”

Your head snaps back to him, giving him a small smile. “Oh, no…no…” You step closer, looking him deep in his eyes. “you don’t scare me…baby…” You stood right above his laying figure, his legs spread, enough for you to place a foot in between them. A grim smirk painted his unpleasant features. he went to sit up and you used this as your now or never, kicking him right in the balls without another thought. His groan was loud, knowing if it weren't for how far you were from the house. Everyone would have heard.

“You little bitch!” You ran for the window, crawling out as quickly as you could. The top of your dress got caught on a nail ripping the fabric. But you didn’t waste any time to cry about broken material, looking for the hay bails. It wasn’t as high of a jump as you thought, sliding down the straw, making some of it get caught in your dress. You could hear Lucas groaning in the distance as you started to run. Run fast and run far.

You needed to go home. Quickest route is through the forestry back towards the centre of the village before turning off from the church. Jump Mr Smith's fence and climb the vines into your room. Simple enough. But it's dark, a little too dark and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and rabid footsteps in the distance. The forest was thick. Trees tightly snug together. You almost tripped several times over branches and roots. Your heart was racing now, panting as your mind was becoming hazy. Need to get home. Need to get home.

“Ohhhh Little Dove, where are you.” Lucas’s deep sinister voice echoed through the dark forest. He was too close, you needed to stop. Hide. Maybe he’d go past you or head back. “Come out, baby. We were just having some fun.”

Quiet. Be silent. don’t move. Not a mucsle.

He called your name this time your real one making you gulp. His voice was maybe two or three trees away from where you stood. A twig snaps and you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. He was so close it was like you could still feel his breath. “Come on princess...” His hand wrapped the tree you were standing against and everything stopped. You closed your eyes thinking for a moment, trying to play thousands of scenarios of how you could get away. But nothing would work. He caught you. He danced the bend, slipping right into your view. Before you could run his hand gripped your throat making you freeze. “Don’t worry baby. I don’t bite.”

His words were short... sinister, like he had achieved his ultimate goal of capturing his prey. Your eyes widened going to spit back a comment but your words caught in your throat as you saw a figure suddenly appear behind Lucas. Tall, dark. Red eyes glowing through the night. Everything happened so quickly, the beast grasped Lucas the same way he had you, pulling him back with fright. “But I do…”

The creature's fangs pierced the disgusting man's neck making him scream out a noise that would make your blood curdle. His grip dropped from you, trying to scratch and fight off the larger figure. You took this moment to run, not even caring if the creature was going to kill him or not. All you knew was you needed to run. But you couldn’t run home anymore. There’s blood on your hands literally, Lucas’s blood splattered on you. If this wasn’t a perfect situation the priest was looking for to burn you at the stake you don’t know what is. “Hey, this way.”

You physically jump hearing a high-pitched voice cooe at you through the wind. It was a hooded figure, and normally you would of not gone with a stranger but in this case it seemed fair. You followed the person who seemed to be always a few steps ahead of you at all times no matter how hard you tried to catch up. It was only then, when you stopped focusing on the person to look around you noticed they were leading you to the castle grounds. Where myth reads vampires inhabit. That must have been what got Lucas.

A blood sucking vampire.

You stopped in your tracks not knowing to go back or forward. It’s not like vampires scared you per se. It was just. You were human and they are beasts. They would certainly eat you before you could plead your case. But one of them saved you right? That’s what it was doing? Not just finding two humans and deciding to have a late-night snack right….

“Hey over here.” The figure called for you again but when you looked up everything suddenly went black.

Your head was ringing. Heartbeat thumping slowly in your ears. Black splotches clouded your vision as you tried to look around. You were in a room. A Billiard room, to be exact. You have never seen a room of such a size. The bottom of your house most definitely fitting in this room alone. The leather under your fingers felt expensive, seeing the brown with bubbled texture. It was lavish, elegant—

"Beautiful, isn't it." A smooth voice swayed your attention, having caught you admiring the fine fabrics of the furniture. Your eyes locked with deep crimson ones. He was like nothing you've ever seen before. He was stunning, tall, and broad. You had to gulp at the sheer beauty of the man. But you knew he wasn't just a man. From his eyes, you knew he was a beast, a night crawler.

"Are you going to respond? Or are you more of a staring type?" Another voice scared you slightly. Looking to your left, you see another man, but he was sitting on the couch next to you. His black undercut fitted his features perfectly. He kind of sounded like the hooded figure that was helping you get away before...

"Definitely the quiet, staring type." A cheeky tone to your right. He was leaning on the pool table, his Cheshire cat grin painting his features smugly.

So there's three of them that live here?

"Now now, Woo, San. She's probably just scared." A shorter but beefier male suddenly stood next to the first one that spoke. He wasn't even looking at you, mostly paying attention to the two he called Woo and San. You were now sitting straight up, moving your gaze from each of them. As they were all in their own worlds arguing about why you might not be talking.

"You're bleeding, Tiny?" A voice growled behind you, startling you. You turned to see two very big men standing behind the couch. "When did you cut yourself?" He dragged his two fingers through your wound, making you hiss, pulling away from him.

He put one of his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes as if he were savouring the taste. Once he was done, he placed his other bloody finger in the male next to him, mouth. The other man groaned his eyes, glowing a harsher red as he stared you down. "You taste delicious, Sugar."

You went to stand, trying to get away from them, but your legs gave out, making you fall forward in front of the high-pitched boy who still sat on the other couch. "Be careful, Dollface. Don’t want ya gettin hurt."

"Okay, let's give her some space. Wooyoung, take San down to the kitchens and see if dinner is ready yet. Mingi and Yunho can go set the table." The one that stood at the door, the first man directed all the men with ease. They will followed without another word, heading for the door. "And for the love of Lillith, Jongho, can you please find your lover and Hongjoong. I think they were still cleaning up from..." He looked at you briefly. "Dealing with that disgusting human."

You knew he was talking about Lucas, and that meant this Lover boy or Hongjoong had been the one you saw ripping through Lucas's neck. They all left soon after, leaving you alone with the dominant man. You managed to sit back on the couch, but you wanted, needed to stand. So you tried your luck again, and your knees buckled, making you slip forward, but instead of making an impact with the ground, two large arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands gripped the creature's biceps, feeling his muscles taught and tense. "You do need to be careful, Darling."

Unlike Lucas's or any man, you've ever met really. These creatures don't seem to set off any of your alarms. You didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not, but you chose to brush it off, ‘cause in the end, you had never felt such kindness from anyone in the village. You were out-casted, unloved. You might as well be the witch they all wanted you to be. The kind smile that painted his features made your heart skip. He was indeed handsome. You finally spoke up saying who you were and the man looked at you with surprise before laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Seonghwa. It’s nice to meet you…”

Your name rolled off his tongue so beautifully. No one had ever used it to address you before. It was almost strange, foreign even. “Honestly you could call me anything. I was never called that name sadly.”

Seonghwa hummed in response, still holding tight on you. In truth, he knows much more about you than he leads on. When he and the others go on hunts he had found you a year ago. Ironically you were having your nineteenth birthday. On your own of course. He remembers the way you spoke to yourself, wishing yourself a happy birthday while you drew in your book. Your feet were in the cool water of the watering hole in the forestry just outside the village. You went there almost every second day. And so did he.

There was something about you that caught his eye. Caught all of the boy's eyes. You were special but none of them could put their finger on it. So of course when they found you running for your life from a disgusting man. They couldn’t stand by and let anything happen to their precious little human.

Dinner was quick as you just sat there and ate in silence. The others were loud though, making it seem almost normal. Like everything that was happening was something you all were used to already. Seonghwa had told you about all the boys and what all their names were. It took you a moment to put names to faces but once you got it. It was easy. Seonghwa never left your side. Making sure you were safe and comfortable. You appreciated it, understanding it must have been weird to have a human walking around. But you quickly learnt that all the maids and butlers were human. They got paid and some even lived on the estate.

Everything the village said about vampires and creatures in general was so wrong. And secretly you always wanted it to be wrong. So you were glad they weren't purely just bloodsucking beasts. But every now and then that face you saw popped into your head. You still didn’t know which one killed Lucas. And on top of it, this Hongjoong and Yeosang—Seonghwa had told you his name—were nowhere to be found.

“Okay well, sun will be up soon. Let’s get ready for bed.” Seonghwa again spoke up, dying down the chatter. It was like he took on a motherly role in the house. It was cute.

“Come Sugarcube. Yunho and I will show you to your room.” The one named Mingi flashed you a smile making you smile in response. Bidding Seonghwa goodnight or would It be morning now? Mental note to look out for a clock. The halls were lavish and carpeted, matching all the rooms you’ve seen thus far. Everything was perfect, vintage and beautiful. Yunho and Mingi had caught onto your mind wandering and had stopped for a moment, seeing how far you’d walk without them near you. You were very cute to them. Like a clueless bunny, with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, Tiny. Your room is over here.” Yunho’s far voice snapped you out of your thoughts making you turn around to see both large men. Their arms crossed, with big grins. Your face was redder than a tomato in seconds making them both groan at how you waddle back quickly. Cute. Too cute. “This is where you’ll be saying. We’ll try and get some of your personal things tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Hongjoong had said something about grabbing some stuff while your family are out tomorrow.” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as you slipped past both men to look into the huge spacious room. Only hours ago you were about to be married off to some pig and live on his farm until your death to now staying with not one but eight vampires.

And what was worse. You couldn’t go back. Not that you’d want to that is. But still, all your life you’ve known one thing and now… “You okay Tiny? Not the style you like? We have like ten other rooms if you want to-No it’s okay it’s just…” You cut Yunho off before taking a seat on the olive green and black silk sheets that lay on the large king bed.

“Did…Did Lucas die?” You don’t understand why you were asking about that pig but you needed to know. You needed to know would your parents found his mangled body and thought the beast that did that also killed you. Or would they think you did it? Yunho sat on his knees in front of you, placing his large hands on your thighs in a comforting manner. His smile was soft and his fingers grazing on your exposed skin was gentle.

“No. Yeosang left him alive. But he won't be wanting to live with the way he looks now.” You don’t know if Yunho’s words made you feel better or worse.

“Hongjoong helped him drag him back to that barn. His parents found him and they are looking for you at the moment.” Mingi revealed, knowing you’ll just keep asking questions so there was no reason to hide anything from you.

“Do my parents think I’m dead?” Deep down you knew they’d be happy either way. Dead, alive. Murderer or innocent. Your family would plead their sob story about the monster you were regardless of the truth.

“No…Lucas told them you ran. They think you were a part of it. Luring him out there for your vampire lover to have a meal.” Yunho felt disgusted with himself for repeating what Hongjoong had told them your parents said. But what else should they do?

“Vampire lover….hmm.” You smiled, starting to laugh. That’s what they probably thought you were sneaking off to at random hours of the day or night. Both of the men looked at one another with confusion, letting Mingi sit down next to you.

“Something funny with that Sugarcube?” Mingi’s voice was so deep, velvety. It made your core tingle and heart race. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, but still giving him a smile.

“My mother has wanted nothing but to pin some devilish thing on me and now she gets it. Something that said I did not serve the lord. Argh…” Tears ran down your cheeks “Fuck the lord. Why should I have to care what an old man did for humanity?! I just wanted to paint. Find adventure. Not marry and be a baby maker for some lowlife pig.” All your pent-up anger. All your disappointment. Every single thing you wished to say to your mother was pouring out, in front of two vampires you had only met hours ago now. It felt like a weight being pushed off your chest and you were no longer drowning. Mingi’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back making you fall into his embrace, letting him hold you while Yunho straightened up so he could hold you as well. They were beasts that could drain you in seconds yet they held you like they’ve known you for years. They listened as if they cared. They spoke as if you were the most important person in the world. why?

“There, there baby. It’s okay. You’re free now. You can do anything you want.” Yunho’s voice was quiet almost barely above a whisper. But still still heard him. You pulled away letting them still hold you but you could wipe your face. You can do anything? No one has ever said that to you.

“Well...I guess since this my first time of freedom…” You had both the vampire's attention now with your words. “I want a bath. One with lots of bubbles.” You’ve never had such a thing in your life only settling for quick showers or sharing bathing pools with your siblings. Not something lavish. Mingi laughed a deep hearty laugh. As if you couldn't get any more cute, there you went.

“I think that’s a perfect idea Sugar. We’ll get one of the maids to fix one up for you. And…” He placed his hands on either shoulder pushing you towards Yunho. Your face inches from him. Mingi inspected the wound of your shoulder blade noticing it was already closing but blood was still pooling out of it slowly. “Get this wound cleaned up…”

His tongue licked a strip upwards, following the wound. You hiccuped feeling a slight sting from him. Yunho however distracted you by giving you a kiss. Your eyes were wide and confused. He… he was kissing you. His soft lips moved slowly against yours. His tongue dipped around your bottom lip, testing the waters. Perfectly distracting you from Mingi cleaning your cut with his mouth. Your blood tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before.

“You taste amazing… fuck.” Mingi mumbled against you while Yunho’s tongue slipped into your mouth as you groaned. Your mind was spinning like crazy, your hand finding place on Yunho biceps, digging your nails in his cold flesh.

“Y…Yuyu..” You tried to speak, finally making both men pull away, leaving you to gasp for air.

“Sorry tiny. Your lips were just too kissable not to.” Yunho chuckled licking his lips of the saliva you left behind on them. Your heart was pounding, feeling such excitement but also a tinge of fear…

“Tha… that was my first kiss..” You felt embarrassed to say so but you felt compelled to tell them. Which made both of them growl. Mingi’s fingers wrapped in your tattered dress hem while Yunho rubbed his hand over his face.

“Fuck. I was your first kiss baby?” Yunho felt so proud of himself.

“Damn Yunho the others aren't gonna be happy when they find out,” Mingi spoke as if you were no longer there.

“Wait why would the others care?” You suddenly felt small, seeing hunger in both their eyes. You had no idea what these men were planning, nor what they all wanted from you. It frightened you. But not as much as it excited you.

The bath was filled with bubbles, vanilla scent soap and soft music from a vinyl. You could have stayed in there for hours but when one of the maids came in to help you dress your wound you knew it was time to get out. The nice maid named Minnie had brought you some sleepwear, soft silk sleep shorts and a singlet. You have never felt such soft fabric before always getting hand-me-downs or second/third hand clothing.

“You look cute.” A gentle voice echoed from the door of your room. You hummed, blush burning your cheeks. Turning you see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame, bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed you, not even trying to hide that he was checking you out.

“Thanks…” You played with your fingers, standing there awkwardly as you watched Seonghwa close the door, slowly moving towards you. Like he was stalking you. No doubt Yunho and Mingi had run off bragging what they had done when you were busy bathing. God, if this was going to become a new normal you were going to develop a headache from your head spinning.

“I wanted to check on you.” For every step he took, you took one back, like a little dance until your back was firmly against the wall and his body almost flushed against you. “I heard Min and Yun had some fun with you.”

“I-..Yunho kissed me…Mingi he uh…” You felt so flustered, fanatically looking around the room feeling embarrassed about spilling what you had done even though you knew the two giants would have told everyone by now. He put his fingers on your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.

“I was kinda hoping to be the first to taste you. But then again, none of the boys tend to listen.” His eyes were hooded, looking at you with such hunger. He could feel your heart race against the pad of his thumb. He can hear your blood pumping quicker than normal. And your eyes never left his. His face inched closer, and then some. Seeing just how close he could get to you before you’d pull away but you didn’t, not even flinch. “Have you done anything like this before?”

You shook your head no slightly. “Have you ever touched yourself, Bunny?” his question made your face become redder. This was filthy, dirty, something you were supposed to be sworn away. And man did defying god feel intoxicating. You whispered no, making him close his eyes with a sigh for a moment. So innocent, so cute… So his to taint. “Do you want me to touch you, Bunny?”

“Yes…” You whisper… He tucked a piece of damp hair behind your ear making you shiver as his fingers grazed your skin. His cold tips slide along your cheek, down to your neck, before pushing gently on your man artery feeling your hot blood pump under his digits.

“I could drain you dry right now. Or fuck you full? Maybe both? Hmm?” His lips brushed against yours but not enough to seal his lips on yours. No, he wanted you to do it, he needed you to do the first move. So he knows you do in fact want it. And you gave him exactly what he wanted, leaning up to lock your lips to his. His one hand cupped your face to deepen the kiss while his other, snaked down to play with the hem of your shorts. Your legs spread instinctively, giving him access to do whatever he pleases. His wet tongue danced with you making you feel all kinds of filthy.

You had almost gotten a man killed, ran away from home. Most likely been shunned for life from your village and on top of that kissed two men that both happened to be undead creatures you only just met, while another drank from one of your open wounds. If was indeed sins, you might as well be sent down to Lillith herself on a golden platter.

“Come on Bunny, let’s get you comfortable.” He pulled away picking you up by your thighs before walking over to your bed and laying you down on the plump mattress. His lips trail down your cheeks, then your jaw until he stops at your neck for a moment rubbing his nose along your jugular. “God I can smell your blood through your soft skin.” he sighs, drawing his fangs out.

“H-Hwa p-please…” You bucked your hips against his hardening length, spreading your legs further so he could get closer if that was possible. He chuckled, darkly. Fang pressing just hard enough to pierce your skin a little bit so a few drops of blood would spill out. He licked your blood up, trying not to get any on the bed sheets. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and your taste was heavenly. Now he’s wondering how else you taste in other places. “Fuuckk.”

The feeling of his fangs and the was his fingers play with your short made your head cloudy. His hand slipped into your shorts cupping your core making you suddenly aware what was happening. His mouth finally left your neck, kissing down the exposed parts of your chest. He was worshiping every part of your body sending your skin on fire. “Such a pretty bunny. I can feel heat pooling out of you. Do you find my devilish charms that intoxicating bunny?”

You squirmed, needed more. His index finger slide along your slit making your mouth open into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes shut tightly, finally feeling some kind of relief that you were searching for. The pleasure was new, and strange, making you feel like you were in a whole another world. Seonghwa kept whispering sweet nothings to you as he slowly pushes a finger inside your drenched cunt. It was steady at first until he found a rhythm, inching yet another finger inside making your brows knot together. His name fell from your lips on repeat like some kind of broken vinyl, he knew he could get you close to your high without much effort given you have never felt such a feeling before. And with only a few more moments you were clenching around his digits, coming underdone while he stared at you intensely, watching every one of your features move and contort in the pure ecstasy he was gifting you. “Did that feel good baby? I can make you feel even better, all you got to do is say yes.”

“Yes, please Seonghwa. Please. Make me feel like that again. I wanna feel good.” You don’t know why your mouth started spilling such filth but you couldn’t care, not when you were so close to feeling a pleasure you have only wondered about in those lewd novels Miss Smith had down the path. She had let you borrow one and it had changed your life forever. Seonghwa got to work, pulling your shirt off above your head and tugging down the rest until it slipped off your ankles in one swoop of his wrists. You were completely bare for him. He could see all the sun-kissed spots. All the scars, and beauty marks. He could see the bruises of a handprint on your collarbone and other smaller ones littering your legs and arms.

Pathetic human. Digusting pig.

Fuck, does he wish that Yeosang and Hongjoong hadn’t kept him alive now. But then again giving him a swift death would have been too merciful. No, Seonghwa would want to keep Lucas in a cell, locked away for weeks. No food, barely any water. Watching him starve. Watch him beg for death. But Seonghwa would never give it to him. Lucas would welter away in the dungeon, cold, scared, and alone. Just as you felt when you were being chased by him. Just as you felt when he had put his hands on you. Seonghwa would make him pay.

“H-Hwa…” You sat on your elbows having seen the vampire's mind wander. Was he okay? Was he second-guessing his actions? Seonghwa was quick to disregard any of your fears as he shed himself off his shirt, before sliding off the bed to pull his pants down. They dropped to the floor with an audible ‘oof’. You didn't mean for your eyes to immediately gaze down at his fully grown erection but its angry red tip had caught your attention. Seonghwa didn’t mind one bit though, he admired your body in the meantime, letting you get a good look at him while he did the same to you. “That can’t fit inside me….”

Seonghwa laughed, physically laughed at your abrupt statement. “Oh don’t worry. It will.” he yanked one of your legs making you gasp. He stood tall at the end of your bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, gathering up some of your cum to use as lubricant. The whole time his eyes never left yours. He wanted to see the pleasure pooling in your eyes when he entered you inch by inch. And as you bit your bottom lip, you tried your damned hardest to keep your gaze open. “That’s it, baby. Breath…”

The stretch was painful, to say the least. Even though Seonghwa had used his fingers on you, it still wasn’t enough to fully prep you for his girth. He rubbed circles in your hips, trying to settle the pain as much as he could, noticing your fingers had entangled in the silk sheets, with your knuckles turning lightly white.

“Ffuckk, hngmm Seong.” you mumbled, finally feeling him enter you fully, his groin flush against you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you catch your breath but man was it hard. The way you clamped around him, sucked him in for more. It made him want nothing more than to pound the living shit out of you. But patience. He needed patience. And luckily out of all the boys, he owned the most patience.

“Can I move Darling?” His words were a stutter, laying with groans and sighs. You nodded your head before responding with a quick and quiet ‘please’ letting him draw his cock until only the tip was inside you then smashing back in, knocking the wind out of you. You could no longer hold yourself up, falling onto your back. Seonghwa watched as your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and how your thighs were clamped snugly around him. You felt amazing, looked eternal. And you were finally his.

He dreamed about what your cunt might feel like wrapped around his cock. Or how might your blood taste when you are in the middle of being fucked. Firty thoughts had always seemed to riddle his mind whenever he saw you and now he could finally get the answers. But one thing is for sure. He has no idea how he is possibly going to share you with the others. When he is going to be craving you permanently.

-♥︎

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hiiiiii I hope you have a amazing day,

I was wondering how the Aew boys react if someone try to use you against them like during the matches with them or in backstage with them busy with a other match ( like the attacker interrupt the match to show you being attacked) , I hope this makes sense 😭

i gotchuuuuu sweetheartttt

AEW Stars React To: You Being Attacked by Their Opponents

Pairings: Kenny Omega X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Hook X Reader, Darius Martin X Reader, Nick Wayne X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: Thanks to anon for this request (YALL KEEP EM COMING), this was really fun and a little bit different than how I typically post these. please know that you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: ANGST and fluff but ANGST, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom

**Every person has their own backstory (in a wrestling world where I am a fantastic booker/producer) and the person who attacked them are in ()**

Eddie Kingston (BCC)

This happened during Eddie’s match against Christian Cage

Eddie didn’t want you out there in fear that Christian might rizz you up (or even Luchasurus no judgment)

So as he’s about to finish the match; the titantron shows up with you on the floor as Wheeler Yuta and Claudio tower over you

Eddie goes berserk; he no longer cares about the match; fuck the match

He leaves the match to rush to your aid with a kendo stick; whacking and cursing anyone who dares get in the way

He gets to you and hits Claudio and Wheeler as they run away; he holds you with so much care and curses himself out too

“Fuck Claudio and his Yorkie bitch! Fuck, I should have kept an eye on you doll. I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

Legit feels bad about the situation (it almost reduces him to tears) as you are put in an ambulance

Looks at Mox and says “You betta pray that she’s okay or Renee won’t be able to recognize her husband”

Darius Martin (Kingdom)

Okay hear me out; the Kingdom attacks you and then throws you on stage during Darius’ match to distract him

He looks at Action Andretti and Matt Sydal as they tell him to check on you; Darius goes with you backstage as doctors check on you

He’s silent….which is unusual and almost unsettling for you; he’s really taking everything to heart and is angrily simmering

“I’m so sorry that they dragged you into my mess, but I promise I will fix this”

He really feels remorseful about everything and certainly disappointed with himself that he allowed this to happen

Next week; he comes out with a chair and whoops ass

But I think he would go so far to the point where Andretti and Matt have to come out and say stop

He calms down and sits with you backstage for the rest of the show (he prolly will never take his eyes off you again)

Hook (Jack Perry)

Mans is fucking up everyone in sight

Bad enough that Jack took his title and refused to give him a rematch; so Hook is wrestling a jobber

As Hook has his opponent in the Redrum; Jack pops up on the screen with Anna Jay who is just choking you out (wish it was me)

Hook keeps the submission on long enough for the bell to ring before zooming backstage; just as Anna and Jack getaway

He is livid and starts throwing people left and right until he realizes that you are still on the ground

I think he feels exposed at the fact you were attacked cause he really does care about you

He helps you up and is visibly upset; vows to get revenge but then has a better idea

Two weeks later; he returns with you in tow and you two start WHOOPING THOSE TRICKS (to the point where the FTW championship is on the line in a tag team match; ex Edge and Kelly Kelly vs Dolph Ziggler and Laycool)

Nick Wayne (Swerve)

THIS SWEET BABY

He honestly doesn’t know what to think (and what he did to deserve Swerve hating him so much)

I feel like as soon as he sees your unconscious self on the screen, he would immediately dash backstage (like Eddie)

He would run up to your body “Y/N! Are you okay?” Before getting attacked by Swerve and AR Fox; who would then be run off by Best Friends

As he falls to the ground and when he wakes up, Nick would think that he’s a failure (DESPITE NOTHING IS HIS FAULT)

It would really take you constantly reassuring him that he was fine and nothing is his fault

“Yeah sure, but if I can’t protect you from attacks; then what kind of a man and wrestler am I?”

Like Darius, Nick would never allow you to leave his sight

Not until he ended this feud with Swerve

Kenny Omega (Will Ospreay)

Kenny would be that person who would just fill his mind continuously

During his match against Jon Moxley (sorry), The United Empire shows up with you about to go through a table

He turns his attention as Jon rolls him up and wins; Kenny immediately runs to the back

The Bucks attack the group and you are dropped on the floor (not through the table); you have no injuries

As he approaches backstage, mans is worried and anxiety has filled his body

Subconsciously declares war with Opsreay and will allow guilt to take over his mind

“I swear to you that Ospreay, that son of a bitch, will pay for this shit. And he will literally pay for your therapy (bitch take the free therapy plz)”

So much to the point where he’s not smiling anymore and treats every match like a deathmatch

Tbh, as long as Will shows up, Kenny will attack him without fail

Ricky Starks (CM Punk/The Factory)

OKAY LISTEN TO ME I believe that CM Punk would do some fucked up shit (as a true heel)

So during after Ricky’s match on Collision (who hasn’t seen you all night), Punk would show the footage of you being attacked by The Factory

But then he would say; “but that was earlier tonight”

And then BAM Punk attacks Ricky from behind and leaves him the ring

Ricky is upset at himself for not recognizing that you were missing all night and mad that he allowed Punk to attack him and you

Immediately checks on you and apologizes profusely

“I’m so sorry; I should have noticed, I should have made sure you were beside me-” “Ricky, you have been saying I’m sorry for the past hour” “Because I am!”

Would cut a vicious promo on Punk that embarrassed and angered him at the same time

Vows to get his revenge and starts it by attacking Punk

Daniel Garcia (Chris Jericho)

OKAY WOULD LOVE TO DO A POST ON HOW I WOULD BOOK DANNY’S EXIT FROM JAS

Danny is on the verge of leaving the JAS due to differences and Chris’ power trips, and you are his escape from it all

Chris knows this and tries to use it to his advantage; he tries to talk to you about Danny and keeping him in the JAS

To which you disagree and say it’s his decision; to which he got angry….and to which he may or may not have hit you with the baseball bat (CAUSE HE’S A JACKASS)

All of this was shown during Daniel and Sammy’s tag team match; Danny immediately jumped down from the apron (essentially leaving Sammy hanging) and ran to the back

He would be so angry that he would quit the JAS right then and there

Time skip, you were okay; when Danny told you the news, you were happy but you wouldn’t show it to him, asking him if he was sure

“Y/N, your safety, and well-being is more important to me than Jericho’s trash ass club. And it always will be.”

The following weeks are filled with confrontations until Daniel joins the BCC (who are not complete assholes in this universe)

HES FREE

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

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multi-fandom-things730 · 5 months

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Past Mistakes

Christian Cage x Reader

Summary: Y/N debuts in AEW with her brother Adam Copeland, and is reunited with a face from her past.

Warnings: CHRISTIAN CAGE, angst, violence, fights, cussing, arguing, a whole lot of drama

A/N: I PROMISE I AM NOT A CHRISTIAN GIRLIE. This is for @madhatterbri 😂😅❤️ I hope you love it!!!!!!!!!🥰💛✨

"Are you sure you're ready to see him?"

Y/N let out a nervous laugh, before shaking her head. "No, I'm not. But I'm gonna do it anyway"

Adam Copeland, her brother, sent her a sympathetic smile and pulled her into a side hug. "Then let's get going"

Y/N laughed as she sat down in the muscle car Adam had rented. It was very dramatic, which was perfect for her brother.

Adam slammed on the gas with a childish laugh as they headed towards the arena housing Wrestledream.

Y/N's mind wandered as she watched the city pass by so quickly in a blur.

That's how she would describe her relationship with Christian too. It went by too quickly, and felt like a blur.

A blur of so many different emotions.

Heartbreak, anger, sadness; but also a lot of love and happiness.

Almost enough love to outweigh the pain.

They had always been together, practically inseparable, while both working for WWE.

But when he decided not to renew his contract, he also decided to leave Y/N.

He said he didn't believe a long-distance relationship would be able to work, and that he needed to put his focus solely on his career.

Just like that, it was like all those years didn't matter to him at all. He didn't even attempt to try; attempt to fight for them.

Y/N was really sad for a really long time. She wholeheartedly believed that Christian would be the man she grew old with.

The entire picture she had painted for her future, their future, was set aflame by Christian's own damn selfishness.

And when she came to that realization she wasn't sad anymore; she was just pissed off.

But now years later, once faced with seeing him again, she felt just like she did on the day he left.

She felt weak and vulnerable.

But she'd never let it show. As she walked into the building with her brother at her side, you'd think she was the most confident woman in the city.

As they got to the guerrilla, they heard the video end, and Adam gave his sister one last squeeze on the shoulder before his music hit and he ran out.

Y/N smiled as she heard the fans losing their minds over Adam's debut. And when she looked at a monitor she couldn't help but laugh at how excited her brother was too.

But as Christian retreated, and ran away to what he thought was the safety of the ramp, another song hit.

And that one made him feel sick to his stomach.

He barely brought himself to turn around before she was walking out with the same smile he fell in love with plastered on her face.

He was glad she got the pop from the fans she deserved, and he was glad that she looked happy.

However, he was not thrilled about her signature kendo stick she was carrying out with her.

But when Luchasauras passed him, and started to approach Y/N, he felt an all too familiar sense of protectiveness wash over him.

"Luchasauras! No!" He demanded.

But when Luchasauras tried to take the kendo stick from Y/N, Christian was reminded of why she never really needed his protection.

She cracked Luchasauras right in the ribs and made him stumble backward, gripping his side in pain. And then Y/N raised the kendo stick all the way up before slamming it down onto his back. Luchasauras fell to the ground, and Christian couldn't help but be proud of her for being able to take Luchasauras down.

Y/N finally looked over at Christian, and was surprised to see him just standing still in shock. She thought he'd be livid, and screaming and yelling.

But she just brushed past him and made her way to join her brother in the ring.

Adam was staring Christian down, while Christian was still frozen in place.

Y/N took her place to her brother's side, and rested her kendo stick on her shoulder with a taunting smirk as she stared down Luchasauras.

Y/N caught Christian's gaze again, and exactly what she was afraid of happened.

He looked so sad, and she could feel all the walls she had worked so hard to build begin to crumble.

So she forced herself to look away from him, and turned to shake hands with Sting and Darby.

But she could still feel Christian's eyes on her, and little did she know it was only the beginning of that.

"Y/N?"

The woman in question froze in place when she heard Christian say her name.

She cursed herself in her head; she was so close to the locker room. Why hadn't she walked just a little faster?

"Y/N, just talk to me for one second" Christian said, and grabbed her arm to turn her to face him.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and in those few seconds, they felt like nothing had changed. They felt like they did all those years ago.

Y/N tore her eyes away from his and looked at the wall. How the hell had these stupid feelings not gone away yet?! After everything that happened, they should be long gone.

"What do you want Christian?" Y/N asked.

"To talk to you" he answers, giving her arm a light squeeze.

Y/N yanked her arm away from him and took a few steps back. "I have nothing to say to you"

"But I have a lot to say to you" Christian replies. "I know we didn't end on good terms but-"

"Not on good terms?!" Y/N exclaims incredulously. "Is that what you've told yourself all these years to make yourself feel better?! You told me, and I quote, that you had way more important things to focus on than our relationship"

"Fine, I know I'm a jerk Y/N" Christian relents. "But you always knew it too. I never hid it"

Y/N scoffs. "You're right. I did know it. I was stupid enough to give you a chance before, and you let me down. So now, I'm not gonna let you do it again"

"I know there's a lot I need to do to show you that I'm sorry. But just think about how amazing it would be if you joined me! We would dominate this entire company"

Y/N lets out a humorless laugh. "Glad to know you always have an ulterior motive behind everything. Even apologizing to me"

"I know you Y/N" Christian insists. "You may come across as Adam's sweet little sister, but we both know that you have a mean streak inside of you. You like to be on top, and we all know that no one could beat you and me"

Y/N quirks an eyebrow. "Just you and me?"

"Obviously" Christian smirks. "You think I give a damn about anyone but myself and you? Absolutely not. But it's nice to have a.. layer of protection"

"Nick and Luchasauras?" Y/N asks.

"Of course" Christian answers.

Y/N has to stop and think for a moment. She loves her brother very much, and respects Sting and Darby. But Christian did always know her best, and it's true that she indeed likes to be the best.

"You've never let that side out of you before, don't you think it's time? Isn't it time to take what you want instead of waiting patiently? Adam's gone soft, and we both know it. He's a rule follower now. But we both know that neither you nor I am"

"You don't know me anymore" Y/N breathes out.

But Christian just takes a step towards Y/N, and grabs her waist before pulling her against him.

He rests his forehead against hers, and Y/N makes no move to stop him as she places her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't I? I think I know you better than anyone else here" Christian says, looking right into her eyes.

Y/N stares at him, before letting a smirk of her own grow on her face. "You do know I don't forgive you yet, right?"

"You will soon" Christian smirks.

With that, Y/N brushes her lips against his, but right when Christian closes his eyes and leans in, she pulls away from him. "You wish it was that easy"

Christian couldn't help but chuckle as she walked away from him, because he knew that she'd accept. And he knew that the entire roster would be in danger once she did.

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew x reader #christian cage #christian cage x reader #christian cage aew #christian cage aew x reader #aew christian cage #aew christian cage x reader

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A little bit of Nicky angst

Summary: The reader is on Adam's team in the tnt title match. Desperate to convince Nick that he's on the wrong side, an heated argument during the match.

"You know that you don't have to be here tonight, right, Y/N?" Adam reminds you one last time as the rental care pulls into the arena lot.

"Yes, I do, Adam." You shake your head. "He's my friend. I have to help him." You insist with a stoic expression.

Adam shakes his head. He can see the pain and disappointment written plainly on your face, not matter how hard you're trying to hide it. "He was your friend." Adam tries to reason with you one last time, putting emphasis on 'was'. "Now he's Christians problem."

"You haven't up on Christian yet, have you?" You turn to face Adam with a knowing look. "Right. So I'm not giving up on Nick."

"Okay." Adam sighs and starts looking for a place to park the rental car.

The two of you head inside the arena and down to the locker rooms to get ready for the show. You aren't actually involved in the match, so you just have to wait for Adam to change into his ring gear.

Adam has been sort of a mentor to you for these past few months. After Nick, the boy that's been your friend since childhood betrayed you. Nick tried to get you to join him at Christians side. But how could you? Especially after everything that Cage has said about both Nick and your families. You just can't understand what the hell Nick is doing. But you're determined to save him before Christian completely brainwashes the 'Wayne' out of Nick.

You wait patiently for Adam to get changed and check up on your socials while you wait. Your feeds are all filled with talk of Christian and Adam's match. Talk of Nick's mom being on Christian's side also fills your feed. And of course, talk of if Nick will finally managed to help Christian brainwash you to his side fly over your screen.

"Alright!" Adam comes out of the back of the locker room in his ring gear. "What's going on over there, kid?" He asks when he notices your sour expression. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You huff and close your phone down before tucking it away. "What about you? Are you ready?" You ask him right back.

Adam chuckles and shrugs. "I don't know." He admits. "Am I ready to kick the crap out of my best friend in the world? No. But am I ready to take that belt and get revenge for what was said about my family? Hell yes." He explains.

"Right, I get it." You nod. "I hope you win tonight, Adam." You smile at him.

"So do I." Adam chuckles again. "And I hope you win too." He adds with a joking smile.

You both laugh and it comes time for the match to begin soon. You head out at Adam's side but let him get his entrance in. You come out after him and hang around in the far corner and wait for Christian and his entourage to head out.

Christian's entrance music hits and you watch him walk out with a sneer on your face. Nick comes out at his side and your sneer warps into a pained look.

"Hey!" Adam leans down over the ropes and calls to you. "It's going to be fine, alright?" He assures you.

"I'm alright." You nod.

Christian gets about halfway down the ramp when written Adam hops out of the ring and makes a b-line for his former best friend. You remain in the corner and watch the chaos. Christian and Adam go at it for a while before the action ends up back in the ring.

"Y/N! What are you doing out here with him?" Nick comes around the corner, putting extra emphasis on 'him'.

"I could ask the same about you, Nick." You fire back at him, trying to stay strong. "What the hell are you doing?" You ask him. "Look at who you're working with! Did you forget about everything he's said about your family?"

Nick scoffs, clearly offended by the question. "Come on, Y/N!" He shakes his head. "Why should I care? Look at what Christian has done for me in the past few months!" His shakes his hand at you.

"What? What has he done, Nick? Make you his errand boy?" You snap back at him. "I don't understand? Why are you doing this?" You ask him.

"I'm moving up in the world, Y/N. And I wasn't going to get anywhere in Darby's shadow." Nick replies coldly. "What about you? I don't see you trailing after Darby anymore. You hitched yourself to Copeland. How am I any different?" He points out.

You bite the inside of your lip in frustration. "What about me?" You dare ask the question that's been weighing on you for so long now. "Do I mean nothing to you anymore? My thoughts? Opinions? Do you even care about me anymore?" You ask him.

Nick scoffs, clearly hurt by the question. "Of course I still care about you! Do you think I'd be here talking to you if I didn't? No. I'd be helping Christian." He insists. "I'm here because I care. Because I miss you and I want you to come with me."

"You know I'd never do that, Nick." You shake your head. "Not after what Christian has said about my family. And you shouldn't either." You chide him.

"What about us?" Nick replies, trying to egg you on.

You step back from him and shake your head. "What about us?" You repeat him. "No one is stopping us from still being friends, or more." You insist. "Nothing but Christian Cage using you."

"He's not using me!" Nick snaps at you. "He's helping me." He insists.

"Helping you, right." You scoff.

Back in the ring, Christian is having a hard time keeping Adam at bay. He frantically looks around for Nick and finds him talking to you. "Nick! Get over here and help me!" He shouts at his protégé.

Nick turns his head and looks at Christian before turning back to you. You can see some conflict in his eyes, but you know that Nick won't stay. Not when Christian is calling. You've lost him.

"Daddy's calling, Nick." You glare at him with crossed arms. "Better see what he needs."

Nick's hurt look warps into one of anger. "Whatever." He scoffs. "I tried, Y/N." He adds before he hurries off.

"Yeah, you tried real hard, Nick!" You call after him.

The match rolls on and you keep to yourself the whole time. Your attempt at getting to Nick was a total failure, so you're left with nothing to do but watch. The bout is grueling to watch and by the time Adam is tossing Nick through a flaming table you are ready to head backstage.

"Shit. Come on." You wince when Nick hits the flaming table and goes tumbling to the ground.

Done with all this carnage, you make a quick shout to Adam then move to head backstage. You pass by Nick and his mom on the ramp and stop for a second. Shayna looks up at you with pleading eyes but you scoff at her.

"Please, you're just as bad as him, Shayna." You scoff at her. "It's not right. Both of you are insane for siding with him." You nod down to Christian in the ring.

You glance over at Nick one last time and he meets your gaze. His pleading eyes make you want to stop and help him. But you can't bring yourself to do it.

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #nick wayne #nick wayne x reader #syd's wrestling fics #aew wrestling

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Header credits to @romanthereigns

🥺 - Fluff

❤️‍🔥 - Smut

🫂 - Angst

🧸 - Pregnancy

🍃- Marijuana

Jimmy Uso

Beth Phoenix

Triple H

Mia Yim

Andrade

AJ Lee

Jeff Hardy

Raquel Rodriguez

Kevin Owens

Liv Morgan

Sami Zayn

Naomi

Finn Balor

Shayna Baszler

Eddie Guerrero

Natalya Neidhart

Kevin Nash

Bayley

Christian Cage

Zelina Vega

Solo Sikoa

Becky Lynch

Damian Priest

Stephanie McMahon

Jey Uso

Lilian Garcia

Bradshaw

Sasha Banks

Dominik Mysterio

Bianca Belair

Test

Rhea Ripley

Steven Richards

Trish Stratus

Rey Mysterio

Charlotte Flair

Raven

Lita

Edge

Chyna

#wwe x reader #wwe

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Sis! I wouldn’t mind seeing a part two to ‘Traitor’ maybe where Christian tries to make amends with the Reader?

Honestly nonny, I wasn't even thinking about making a Part Two to 'Traitor' but now here we are!

Here you go nonny! I hope you enjoy it!

Also... sorry this took so long, I still hope you enjoy it nonny!

Traitor (Part Two)- Christian Cage

Warnings: Mentions of parental death

Word Count: 717

You managed to avoid him like the plague. If you even saw the back of his head you were already moving in the other direction. It was difficult to do, thankfully your friends in the locker room would alert you to where Christian was so you knew to avoid that area. It was hard to not talk to him. In the months that he was your mentor he grew to be one of your closest confidants. It hurt that he would use your family for cheap heat.

You had heard from Allie that he had been looking for you so you hid in the women’s locker room, knowing that it was out of bounds and he couldn’t go in. You knew one of these days you would end up running into him, it was only inevitable.

You were also prepared for him to take his revenge on you after you spit in his face, and slapped him. When you had walked backstage the night of the ‘slap heard ‘round the world’ as the fans had dubbed it you had expected to be fined heavily, suspended and possibly even fired. When you made eye contact with Tony, Matt, and Nick they looked stunned; they didn’t know what to say to you. To your shock, you hadn’t been fined or fired, but actually praised for your gutsy move. Tony knew how sensitive a topic Luke’s death was for you and usually you were quite timid so this burst of confidence shocked them.

After being in the locker room for almost an hour you decided the coast was clear and just as you were about to duck out of there you let out a squeal when Christian seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Leave me alone.” Were the first words to come out and when you tried to shut the door he put his hand there stopping you. “I wanted to talk to you.” He said quietly, almost unsurely which was new coming from him.

“Talk about what? My father, again? About how he’s dead? About how you never really cared about us? I understand our industry and I understand where things aren’t true. But this was something that was over the line. You knew how important my dad was, not just to Jack, but to me too. How do you think my mom and Sophie felt when you told them that Jack was a piece of shit?” You said, once again trying to shut the door but it was no use because Christian kept throwing his body parts in the way.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to hurt you—” you cut him off “But you did. You can’t expect me to trust you again just like that, all because you said sorry. Sorry doesn’t cut it this time.” He grabbed your arm slightly, making you flinch “Let me at least try and make it up to you, please?” You thought about it for a minute, he did seem sincere but you didn’t want to end up hurt again. Maybe keeping him at a distance wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“Fine, but not today. Not now. I still have every right to be angry with you. I will let you know when I’m ready for you to make it up to me. Until then, please, leave me alone.” The minute you received a nod from him you shut the door in his face.

Pacing the locker room again, your mind raced a million miles per hour as so many thoughts passed through at once. The main ones being ‘How stupid can I be?’ ‘Why did I say yes?’ ‘How could you trust him so easily?’

The answer to the last one is you don’t. He taught you that you don’t just hand out your trust only to have it smashed, you make them work for it. And if they break it, they’ll have to work to gain your forgiveness. They won’t ever properly re-earn your trust, but your forgiveness is better than nothing.

Christian was telling himself that as he walked away from the women’s locker room. ‘At least she’ll forgive me.’

Two broken hearts began to mend themselves that day, they would never be perfect hearts again, but at least the pieces weren’t destroyed.

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1-800-sinister · 2 months

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Played

(Christian Cage x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Angst very much angst, You are adams best friend, fighting, cussing, shayna wayne

You and Adam have been friends for a few years now. When he left the WWE, you went with him. Christian noticed you when you would hang out backstage while waiting for Adam. He had to get to Adam, so he knew the only way would be through you.

So Christian came up with a plan that his group only knew about. He planned to make you fall for him, play with your heart, get you to distract Adam at their match, and keep his title.

His plan went into effect. Christian flirted with you. You didn't return the flirts at first, but he was so nice and caring to you, so you flirted back. He eventually asked you out on a date, which you accepted. He would spoil you here and there with gifts.

But the worst thing about his plan was that Christian began to fall for you as time went on, but he knew he had to keep his plan going. He hoped you would forgive him in the end, but time would tell.

Christian and Adam's match came up. You would be ringside to make sure Shayna didn't try anything. You were watching the fight. Christian looked really hurt. The truth was, he wasn't, he was faking it. You watched Adam go to hit Christian again. You got in the ring, stopping him. He looked at you confused. "Adam, he's had enough. Just pin him."

Christian took the distraction and hit Adam with the title. Shayna had slid toward him while Nick distracted the ref. You looked at Christian in shock. You watched as Christian pinned Adam for the win. You heard Shayna laughing and mocking you. "You really thought he could love you."

Christian looked at you with a sorry look as the ref raised his hand up. You were checking on Adam. "Adam, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry." Adam pushed you away. "Just get away from me."

You felt like you could cry now. You were backstage, sitting on a crate. You heard footsteps, hoping it was Adam. You looked up, seeing Christian. "He will forgive you, you know." Christian spoke up. You laughed. "Get the fuck away from me."

"Look, I'm sorry," Christian sighed. "But I had to keep my title." You stood up and said, "So your title was more important?" You looked him in the eyes, and he didn't answer, "I truly loved you, you know." You sighed Christian looked down. "I know." You shook your head. "Just stay away from me." You walked away.

Christian heard footsteps. He turned, seeing Shayna. He sighed, "You love her?" She asked him, and he nodded "yeah."

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madhatterbri · 6 months

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Too Late | C.C.

Summary: Christian realizes he may have lost you forever.

Author's Note: Happy Christian Cage Wednesday, girlies. ❤️

"I'm sorry, your name," he spoke above a whisper. Guilt tarnished over his handsome face. You could tell what he was going to say before he even said it. Your heart ached before the words slipped past his tongue. "We are going to give our marriage a second chance,"

Your mind always wandered back to that day three years ago. The day your brother's best friend broke your heart. You vowed to never see him again. An easy task until your brother appeared on AEW.

Now you were standing in an arena backstage alone. Your brother was with his wife getting ready to celebrate tonight. Your back leaned against a wall as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The internet's reaction about your brother going to AEW was mixed.

Wrestlers walked past you down the hallway. Veterans and rookies alike all trying to be ready for their next match or promo. Some said hi to you while others waved. It was nice to see some of the wrestlers you knew from years ago except one.

"Your name?" Christian asked. The show was over by that point leaving the backstage to mostly stage hands. He was dressed in a simple yellow shirt, black sweater, and slacks.

"Hey," you answered shortly not looking up from your phone. Your thumb scrolling hoping something would catch your eye. You hoped he would leave you alone. He didn't.

"You look great. What's it been? Like-"

"Three years, Christian. Why don't we cut the act? My brother isn't here to listen," you hissed finally tearing yourself from your phone. You moved your arms to the sides to show the practically empty hallway.

"This isn't an act. I have been asking Adam about you for three years. I tried calling you and texting but you never responded," he defended his intentions.

"Now why would I not reply back?" You chuckled dryly while rolling your eyes.

"I told you there was a chance that she and I would get back together," he reminded. You swallowed painfully.

"Yes that was before you decided to sleep with me. Next day you want to make your marriage work. Classy, Christian, really classy,"

"Listen, your name. I'm sorry. I would take it back if I could. She found out about us and threatened to tell Adam and,"

"Go fuck yourself," you snapped. In all your years of knowing each other you never spoke to him like this. The realization started to set in on him. There was nothing he could do to repair you both.

For once Christian was speechless. His mind raced for a reasonable response but there was none. He screwed up big time. He was about to speak but Adam appeared.

"Beth has a table for us. You guys ready for dinner?" Adam asked with a big smile. He wrapped an arm around each of you as you exited the arena together.

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midwestmade29 · 5 months

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Choose Me (Part 1)

Christmas writing prompt: #20 (A couple broken up get invited to a Christmas party) Word Count: 1,140 Divider by: @benkeibear Be sure to check out @madhatterbri's [full list] of Christmas/New Year writing prompts!

You can thank the melancholy mood I was in today for this one 😬 I hung up my “queen of smut crown” and tried the angst one on for size. I’m sure I’ll be back to my normal ways, just had to get this story out of my system first 🥴 There will be a part 2 since this is so long. Be on the lookout for that soon!

Only warnings for part one is foul language and angst 🤷🏻‍♀️

Just when you thought you were in the clear, you run into your ex at a Christmas party...

The Christmas party was in full swing, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. It was evident that Tony Kahn spared no expense on every detail of the party from the decorations, catering and open bar, live music to the other holiday activities spread throughout. Everyone in attendance was dressed to the nines in their sparkly dresses and tailored suits, some were even coordinating with their dates. Laughter filled the air the more people frequented the bar along with the chatter of random people mingling all around the spacious venue. You stood towards the back of the party trying to be invisible since you didn’t even want to be here in the first place. Kris (Statlander) had convinced you to come, promising you a good time with her and your other friends. It had been quite some time since you had gone out or done much of anything. Your heart still ached too much most days that even the simplest of tasks felt overwhelming. Most of the time the couch was as far as you got if you were at home, and if you were on the road with AEW you didn’t leave your hotel room unless you had to. You were stuck in a moment in time that you just couldn’t pull yourself out of.

“You look amazing, Y/N! I’m so happy you chose that dress, it suits you!” Kris shouted over the music. Somehow you managed to find a dress last minute when you were coaxed into going to a local dress shop earlier in the day. Some of the other girls that came with you selected festive colored dresses that were adorned with sequins and other embellishments, while you went with something that matched your mood a little better. A simple black dress covered with small silver stars on top of the soft layers of tulle that flowed down to your ankles. AEW’s hair and makeup team took care of the rest, bringing you back to life after not giving a damn what you looked like lately. “Thank you. I really appreciate you helping me out today. Who knew we’d get so lucky at the dress shop!” you replied gratefully. “You’re going to make that jackass regret letting you go if he sees you tonight.” She said as she placed her hand on your shoulder. A pang of sadness washed over you, quickly turning into dread at the thought of seeing him here tonight. One of the things you made Kris promise you when you agreed to come tonight was that she would help you be incognito, to which she agreed begrudgingly. “Tonight is supposed to be fun so let’s not talk about that. I need a refill, you want anything?”

Kris disappeared in the sea of people on her way to find Orange, Chuck and Trent while you waited at the bar for your drink. You smiled at those around you and responded to small talk when it was initiated, while still trying your best to lay low. The bartender sat your 2nd tequila sunrise of the night down in front of you and you thanked them before spinning around on your barstool. You took a long sip of the sweet concoction as your eyes scanned the room searching for your friends or a quiet place to stand when they locked on to a familiar figure in a small group of people nearby. “Shit…” you whispered to yourself, panic setting in. The sound of their voice and the laughter you once loved so much made you want to hightail your way out of the party ASAP. “Yo, Y/N! What’s good?” Eddie (Kingston) asked a little too loudly as he walked up and sat on the barstool next to you. The certain someone you were trying to avoid had to hear Eddie call your name because their head immediately turned to the side, and they shifted on their feet before directing their attention back to their group. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked when he noticed your eyeballs were the size of silver dollars. “Hey Eddie. I’m fine, how are you? Enjoying the party?” you asked while rotating your stool back around. “I’m good. TK really knows how to show out! Although all this fancy shit ain’t really my scene. You run into…” was all you heard as you drowned Eddie out while you were wracking your brain for an escape plan. He carried on with the small talk even though you only responded with “Yeah” and “Mhmm” accompanied by a few head nods here and there.

About 5 minutes in, Eddie wrapped up his conversation, leaving you alone at the bar again. You wished him a good night as you looked over your shoulder to see if “someone” was still standing nearby. Much to your relief, they were nowhere in sight. You beelined your way to the dessert table when you located Kris and Orange right next to it. “I saw him. He’s here!” you said winded. “What? When? Where?” Kris asked perplexed. “I don’t know! Like 10 minutes or so ago? I was at the bar, and he was with a group of people not too far away. Eddie started talking to me and I lost track of him. I can’t be in the same place that he is Kris. I just can’t.” “Okay, okay! Calm down and let’s talk this out. It’s a huge party with tons of people here so the chances of you running into him again are probably slim. You don’t really hang around the same people anyways. I can send Orange on the prowl to locate him!” she encouraged. Orange removed his hands from his pockets and held them up in protest before slipping away silently. “I don’t want to spend the rest of the night on edge wondering if we will cross paths again. It’ll only bring everyone around me down.” You spoke sadly. “I know babe, but you both work for the same company. You won’t be able to avoid him forever. I hate to even ask, but is she here too?” “I didn’t see her, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m sure she wouldn’t miss an opportunity to be on display like this.” You cringed as the last sentence came out a little more jealous than you meant it to. Kris’ eyes darted over your head and her face turned a little pale all of a sudden, leaving you confused. “What’s wrong?” you asked. She didn’t say any words, only pointed to something or someone behind you.

Your eyes closed slowly before you turned around to face what you already knew. When they reopened, you were greeted with “Hello Y/N.” in a hushed tone. As difficult as it was, you tried to keep your composure when you addressed them back. “Hello…Christian.”

First of all, I feel bad for doing Eddie like that 😂 he was just the first person that came to mind while I was writing!

Second, can we just take a moment to appreciate the dress that inspired the one I wrote about in the story 😍

Anyways, thanks for reading! I know it was a lot 😳

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officialchristiancagebbgirlblog · 1 month

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2: “try and get some sleep baby”

34: “shh, it’s okay. I’m here now”

Hopefully this is okay, I made it into a sort of nightmare in which the reader wakes up to a caring Christian Cage. Any feedback is appreciated! Hope you enjoy! 🩵

Tag: @brideofinfamy

Warnings: none

Theme: angst and fluff at the end

Word count: 1407

Link to masterlist

Happy reading 🖤

“I know it’s not easy, but try and get some sleep baby.”

For the last few days, you had been really struggling to get to sleep. You weren’t sure where the problem was starting but all you knew is you were sick of sleeping so late all the time. Christian laid behind you, spooning your body while one of his cats happily nestled behind his knees. He mumbled sweet nothings into your hair, trying to help you get to sleep. Even though he was half asleep he still tried his best to get you as relaxed as possible before he drifted off into his own dreams.

“I’ll try, babe…” you sighed, feeling him plant a soft kiss on the back of your head and pulling the sheets higher up on your bodies. You went to say goodnight, but by the time you turned your head towards him, he was out like a light.

The clock by your bedside table read 2:13am. It wasn’t the time you wanted to see at all, having tried for hours to get to sleep. Strangely enough, you were tired enough to get to sleep but your brain was just refusing to shut off for the night. It’s not like you had even done anything crazy that night anyways! At best, you and your boyfriend, Christian, had just had a quiet night cooking dinner, watching a movie. Being in his later years, he preferred to stay in and hang out with his girl. There was nothing he needed to prove to anyone by bringing you out, showing you off to his friends to prove that ‘he’s still got it!’ He didn’t need to prove to anyone that he was still worthy of being loved by younger women. So he chose to spend his nights relaxing with you instead. He knew you didn’t enjoy going out and partying until the early hours of the sunrise, so it never took much convincing to get you to stay home with him.

You envied Christian for being able to sleep so quickly. As soon as you guys had got yourselves tucked in he fell asleep. Snoring away behind you, his sounds were oddly relaxing. They were loud, occasionally a little bit squeaky but it was just enough to help lull you into a restless sleep.

Once your eyes finally closed and you melted into the sheets, you found yourself standing alone in a hallway. Wide awake.

‘Strange…’ you thought aloud, ‘where is everybody?’

Wandering down the hall you could hear faint, illegible voices that went up and down in both tone and volume. Almost like a weird song? You couldn’t quite pinpoint who the voices belonged to but it definitely sounded familiar. Deciding to stop, you pressed your ears against a closed wooden door on your right to see if you could make out what they were saying. But weirdly, as you got closer you heard more voices that made it so hard to hear as you got closer to the wood. They were loud, distorted, and almost angry. But after some head movements, you found the sweet spot on the door that allowed you to make out at least some words. Sadly, though, it might’ve just been better to ignore them.

“She’s just so…and I don’t…why would he go…someone as young as…she’s just in it…for the money…he could do…so much better…”

‘Oh my god,’ you gasped, ‘is…is that what she thinks of me?!’

It took you a moment to figure out who the voice might belong to, and you felt your heart drop when you realised it was one of Christians friends. It could’ve been Shayna, or possibly Beth but you weren’t fully certain on which of the girls. You swallowed thickly, and with a tightness on your chest you continued down the hall. On your left, this time, was a new wooden door. Except this one was painted Green with a little peephole looking into the room. You could see the back of someone sitting, typing furiously on their phone and dictating loudly what they were writing. Whoever they were, they were practically shouting their words of hatred:

“What does he even see in her…why on Earth…date a younger…she deserves to be-“

Quickly and clumsily stepping back, you tried to spare yourself from hearing the end of that sentence. You felt the cool wall slam against your back as you stumbled down to the floor.

‘Oh my god, what’s going on?!’ You thought to yourself, head buried in your hands, body trembling. The tightness on your chest started to feel more like a weight. Like something was sitting on it, hot and kind of fuzzy? It almost felt like it was merging with the inside of your throat. After what felt like forever, you found the courage to lift your head only to be met with an open doorway. Looking in, sat on a lone chair in the middle of an otherwise empty room sat Christian. Staring at you. With no love in his eyes.

He didn’t say anything, just watched as you shakily lifted yourself off the floor to walk towards him. With each step closer, his expression became more sour and angry.

‘Baby, it��s…it’s me. What’s wrong?” You questioned, lips quivering. Still, he stayed silent and unmoving.

‘Please just say something! Anything!’

Slowly he stood from the chair, eyes trained on you with a scowl plastered on his face. He took a step forward towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

‘You disgust me…’ he spat out, beginning to shake you violently. With each shake, he shouted disgusting comments at you, spit flying all over your face as he closed the space between the two of you. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even breathe. The man that you were in love with stood before you shouting abuse at you. Tears streamed down as you stared at his greying face, his cheeks burning a bright red of hatred. Everything felt like it was shaking around you, and you had the odd sensation of being lifted from the ground. But, his voice kept you distracted from everything around you. You barely even noticed his expression soften, his voice suddenly quiet and soothing.

“Hey, wake up!”

Sitting up in a panic, you almost shrieked. The heavy feeling in your chest quickly disappeared as his cat (who was previously cuddled up on your chest) tumbled down into your lap with a gentle meow in protest. She hopped away from the bed, unhappy with the level of respect. Apparently she didn’t much appreciate rolling down somebody's body. Looking around the room that was just barely lit with the lamp beside your boyfriend you realised where you were. Back in the safety of his bedroom. It was just a horrible nightmare. It still didn’t stop your sobs and violent shakes as you fell sideways into his awaiting arms.

“Oh baby, shh. Shh, it’s okay. I’m here now…” he mumbled, face buried in your hair, hands caressing your arms. You tried to speak but you just couldn’t get the words out between sobs.

“No it’s okay, sweet girl, you don’t have to say anything. I know you had a nightmare. You don’t have to tell me what happened.”

His reassuring words helped you calm down quicker, his soft hands acting as a fantastic distraction from the sadness. Finally you were able to calm down again. The tears had stopped flowing, the shakes were less violent. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to hold you, rocking you side to side. You looked over to him to see him flash you a warm smile.

“Are you feeling better now?” He held an open bottle of water to your lips, trying to get you to have a few sips which you gratefully accepted. Still feeling too upset to properly talk, you gave him a nod before laying back down under the covers. He placed the water down and turned off the lamp, plunging the room back into darkness. There was a brief moment of anxiety which quickly washed away as he nuzzled in next to you.

“Th…thank you.” You managed to mutter out, just loud enough for him to hear. Another kiss was given to you but this time on your cheek.

“I’m here for you sweet girl, whatever happens. Try and get back to sleep if you can, okay? I promise I won’t let go of you tonight.”

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