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rainchyna · 2 years

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๑ ˚ ͙۪۪̥◌𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐐˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

warnings! [ language, fem!reader]

— it all started because shawn and kevin didn't want to go to catering by themselves. you and shawn were supposed to be hosting 'heartbreak hotel' together for a love angle, with kev being the cool, cartoonishly evil bodyguard but vince pulled the plug suddenly, like he always does. however, you and the boys remained close.

— “hey y/n are you free?” “yeah, until four” “lets go get food then!”

— just friends being bros, getting lunch or whatever. all three of you were met by your favourite 6"7 bad guy , scotty, a guy who was wearing a bandana so low it was at his eyebrows and a and guy with golden blond hair. you sat at the table table trying your hardest to remember the other two guys' name “holy hell, where did vince get that?!” bandana boy whisper-yelled and shawn held your shoulders with a big smile, seemingly showing you off, “y/n, i think you've met sean and hunter before” kevin said, making you mentally relax as you almost called them 'sam and hank'. “dude, you wanna come sit with us?” hunter asked. "well im already here"

— sean and hunter were really cool! you had met them before at house party shawn was hosting, they were pretty sweet boys, you liked them, but you rarely came across them after that until today.

— all six of you began hanging out more regularly because it was easy for you to be together. you were always either with shawn and kevin or with scott, and those three were always with the other boys.

— you and shawn were close, always were forever will be. he felt this sense of sheer protectiveness over you all the time, not because you were the sweetest princess, but also you were the youngest in the friend group and he's seen some of the roster, and people from outside, hit on you and it has made you uncomfortable, so naturally his protectiveness was through the roof. he also really, genuinely cares for you :( you were one of the first people he became friends with when arriving to the wwf (/wwe).

— kevin was your car on legs, being seven feet tall means that he can get anywhere faster because he was 80% legs. mans just throws over his shoulder and he's ready to go. bag, keys, wallet, y/n, phone, okay let's go. kev was the friend who would make the conversation funny, and out of nowhere too, it will always catch you off guard because you'd be ranting about something serious and he suddenly cracks a joke or makes a pun and you're like ??? bro, that kinda got me you're funny but like ??? is also very protective, uses his size to scare those you don't like away.

— "take your vitamins if you wanna be tall like me" "kevin, if you bring up how i'm shorter than you again, we will fight"

— hunter sometimes brings out the logical side of you, he's usually the one who remains sober when the other boys and shit face drunk or high, making you the parents if the group. but when he does want to do some outta pocket shit, it is the real outta pocket. "what if we got naked, drenched our selves in olive oil and tanned on your roof of your house?" "what the fuck hunter- would that turn us into human barbeque?" he can be really logical sometimes, he just prefers not to be. threatening him with stealing stephanie from him all the time. he's very soft, vewy vewy gentle, mans knows that he's a giant and doesn't want to hurt you, he once stepped on your toes in accident and almost cried about it. "hunt, i'm not hurt-" "i :'( stepped :'( on :'( your :'( toe :'("

— sean was a hooligan, but god did you love him. he's the type to be sitting down, but if you take your eyes off of him for a second, he's suddenly running around with a knife ?? like can you sit down for ONE SECOND PLS, he has this habit, when he sees someone trip (usually, almost always hunter) or some shit, he looks at you, then back at them, then at you again. then both of you try to stay as quite as you can even though it's so painfully obvious that you're laughing at that person. and hunter's like "wow y’all are hilarious 😀” and sean’s like “i know 🤠”. despite being the most chaotic one of the group, he’s the actually the one you tend to look for when you need advice, he can be really goofy one moment then be really serious the next moment. “just trust me, you know. sometimes it’s the way things go, but hey don’t take this too seriously my advice might ruin your life. love you <3”

— scott was an absolute dream boat, you've always loved him. he was charismatic, he was funny, he had this charm to him that made him irresistible and was a real sweetheart. he was really, really great. he was a literal friend, the type who so loyal it's stupid. oh, someone has a gun to your head that they'll shoot unless you rap tupac's whole discography? he's suddenly the biggest tupac stan. but you get where I'm going with this. he's the one that you can depend on through thick and thin.

what scott loved about you was how you stuck by him through his troubled time with maintaining a healthy body and staying clean, you never judged him for anything that he did and always stayed by him and encouraged him to be a better version of himself, and there’s nothing that he appreciated more.

— while you weren’t the most involved in backstage politics, the boys were balls deep in it. your push to the top of the card was one everyone saw coming because regardless of if you were heel or face the fans were always behind you, however once your became close with the boys you were cemented as the female face of the company and consistently had titles on you. “any idea why i became the champ tonight-” “no what..? i don’t know what you’re talking about”

—all of them will hold you hostage unless you do their hair. especially scott.

“-but this side looks nicer than this one!”

“ take that toothpick out of your mouth so i understand what you’re saying!”

— you used to make fun of shawn’s mullet before the front grew out. “who lives in a pineapple under the sea-” “shut the fuck up”

— gossiping with scott and kevin on the phone when they went to wcw. “-no seriously, vince is bringing in fake versions of y’all”

“you’re lying”

“deadass bro, he showed them to me”

— while talent backstage hated the kliq, everyone loved you. you weren’t a raging asshole who’s constantly in fights, to them you were an angel hanging out with goons. and whenever something goes down everyone is looking at the boys sideways while you’re totally innocent in their eyes. even taker pretends he doesn’t see you when they’re pulling they’re usual bullshit.

— hanging out with them just feels like a fever dream honestly.

— 444/10, great friends highly recommended

#rainchyna #wwe #wwf #wwe headcanons #shawn michaels #sean waltman #scott hall #kevin nash #triple h #wwe shawn michaels x reader #sean waltman x reader #scott hall x reader #kevin nash x reader #triple h x reader

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sleepy-achilles · 1 year

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Hbtaker- Me and The Devil

I didn't forget the poll, I promise, here!

It's 100% based off this. I hope my vision came across (yes I'm still not confident with my writing. It pains me too.)

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2002

Shawn was glad to be back. Despite what it's cost him, he's glad to be home, home with his friends.

Home with the devil.

Shawn lifts his blue eyes and they immediately connect with warm green ones.

He ignores how his heart races at that damnd smile, the out stretched hand welcoming him home.

Shawn swears he can hear that evil laugh as his shakey hand accepts the much bigger, firmer hand.

"Welcome home, Shawn."

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1998

Shawn could cry. Even with surgery there's a high chance he'll never wrestle again.

Shawn should cry.

He's all alone in his shitty hotel room, phone hanging from his hand after receiving the worst news possible and not a single friend in sight.

He's full of rage. Angry at each one of them. Kevin, Scott and Sean for just leaving him so easily, as if he wasn't worth a single thing to them. He hasn't seen, even heard, from chyna and hunter since the stupid match. Neither have checked up on him. The only person who's bothered is vince and that's only because he wants to know if his money cow is still useful or needs to be replaced.

He's angry because he might never step foot in the ring ever again. He's angry because he already knows hunter will use this to get too the top. With no Shawn, what's stopping any of them from taking his spot?

Shawn clenches his fist around the phone, listening to the cheap plastic crack.

His so called frie-

All his thoughts stop as a cold hand closes around his. His head snaps up and blue eyes meet cold dead green ones. Shawn doesn't stop the nervous swallow his body forces out, the way his breathing starts to pick up.

The Undertaker, in all his glory, is knelt at shawns feet, carefully holding his hand as if he'll break at any given moment. And hell, he might.

Shawn let's the phone be removed from his hand. He watches as Undertaker pulls his hood down, revealing the messy black mane underneath it.

Shawn isn't as stupid as others think. He sees the way the deadman looks at him. He knows how he feels about the deadman, how wrong it is, how easy others, like bret, can use it to fuck with him.

And maybe that's why Shawn gives into Taker so easy.

What's he got to lose?

"Say yes" Taker whispers. Shawn doesn't say anything. Too numb to speak. "Say yes and I'll fix it all. I'll give you, your career back." Taker tells him. Shawns eyes widen slightly. "H-how?" Shawn asks quietly, his voice rough from either the crying and screaming or the alcohol. "Ill fix it. Heal you. But you need to stay away, just for a few years. Avoid it." Taker tells him. Shawn immediately believes Taker means to avoid suspicion of his back suddenly being healed. He'll eventually find out what Taker truly meant.

"And what do you want in return?"

"Your soul."

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"Deal."

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2002

Shawn could help but scratch at his wrist. The mark, only visible to the eyes of few, burned violently. "I heard you and Taker were talking this morning" the deep voice of his friend calls. Shawn glances up. "Just welcoming me back" Shawn replies. "Whatcha think of his new look? Me and Kane have been arguing over it since he gained it" xpac asks with a smile. Shawn glances back at his wrist, the mark of the undertaker, burning him the moment he stepped into the arena. The scratching doesn't help but it distracts him. Distracts him from what he did.

"Shawn?" Kevin calls. Shawn looks back up. "Kid asked you a question." Kevin states. Shawn looks at kid who's staring at him concerned. Shawn bites back young him. Young him whod tear the kids head off for even looking at him that way. This was a bad idea, he's too on edge. He tried avoiding taker but it wasn't going to happen. Not that it mattered.

Shawn understood what taker wanted him to avoid truly.

The demon that paid him a visit every month. Shawn wouldn't let him in, but he'd always find a way. Shawn found his bedroom to be the only safe space from the demon. The cold dead green eyes, the nasty smile, evil laugh as he stood in the doorway, taunting Shawn. Mocking Shawn. Playing with Shawn.

"I think it's his best look yet." Shawn responds as he looks down. It wasn't a lie. He did like Takers new look. He looked more human, more alive. Nothing like that monster that tormented him for the past four years. "Oh yeah? Is that because he's all big and strong?" Kid teases.

The atmosphere quickly changes as shawn stops scratching and suddenly closes his hand over the raw spot on his wrist. Kevin notices shawns sudden mood change. His attraction to the same sex wasn't exactly a secret in the group. Him and Scott always enjoyed making the smaller blush. Shawn never minded, he didn't mind the jokes either. He knew the boys never meant any harm. However, Kevin quickly learned of shawns crush and he quickly learned how off limits it was, even too them.

"Ah, he didn't mean that Shawn. You know kid, never knows when to shut his trap" Kevin chuckles moving closer to shawn. "Its fine, Kev." Shawn mutters. Kevin pauses. He doesn't know what happened back in 1998, but something changed his boy toy and it wasn't the damn back injury. "Shawn-" Shawn suddenly stands. "I need to get a drink. Do you boys want anything from the canteen?" He asks. "A water would be nice" show calls from where he and booker are minding their own business. "Nah, I'm good" kid mutters before walking towards them. "Shawn" "do you want anything?" Shawn asks looking at Kevin. Kevin swears there's something dark in shawns eyes. A darkness he's never seen before. "Im fine." Kevin mutters. Shawn just nods and walks out.

"He on something?" Booker suddenly asks. Kevin looks at the new nwo. "What? No, why?" Kevin asks. "Hes scratching his wrist a lot man. Unless that's normal Shawn behaviour, something wrong" show states. "He is a nail biter, the scratching is new" kid points out. Kevin sighs and looks down. "Ill see if hunter knows anything" Kevin mutters before walking out.

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Shawn keeps his head down as he walks down the hall. He has no plan on going to the canteen, unless what he wants is there. Guess show will have to get his own water. "Shawn? Shawn! When did you arrive?" Hunter calls. Shawn stops. Their good now..right? So why does Shawn feel so...on edge? He turns to see his old friend, who is definitely a lot bigger now. Or maybe Shawn was just that small of a man now. "Today" Shawn forces out. "You okay man?" Hunter asks. Of course. Shawn chuckles slightly. He could always tell. "Taker wait up!" A voice yells. Shawn doesn't even answer Hunter.

Shawn turns and immediately meets the green eyes. The area turns dead silent. "Shawn" Taker mutters, his eyes landing on shawns wrist. Shawn can't stop his breathing picking up slightly. "Takes" a younger voice groans. Shawns eyes flicker from takers too the young man before back to taker. "Jeff, not now" Taker snaps. "But you promised!" Jeff sighs. Shawn doesn't let anyone answer; he grabs takers wrist and pulls him towards the empty part of the arena.

Hunter and Jeff are left confused as their respected partners leave. "Uh, is he okay? I didn't think they were friends. I mean he broke his back right? They hate each other, right?" Jeff asks. "Hell if I know anymore" hunter mutters. "Hunt! Can we talk about-" "Shawn? Yeah, cmon" hunter nods leading Kevin away, leaving a poor confused Jeff all alone.

Taker doesn't say anything as he's pulled into a empty lockeroom. He waits for shawn to let go of him, but it doesn't happen. "You ran from me earlier. Why?" Taker questions. "You don't remember, do you?" Shawn asks quietly. Taker pauses. He thinks back. "I remember the deal-" "no! I mean turning up at my house, every month, once a week. Standing at my bedroom door and..." Shawn snaps before cutting himself off. He pulls his hand away from Taker and scratches his wrist. Taker looks at the mark left by their deal, how red and raw the skin is but how dark the mark is. He grabs Shawn's wrist, stopping him.

"Stop. Your hurting yourself" taker snaps. "It burns so bad" Shawn gasps. Taker looks at the wrist. "You don't remember! Why don't you remember!" Shawn suddenly yells. Taker looks at shawns face, his face covered by short blonde hair that's acting like a curtain. "You cut your hair-" "you cut my hair" Shawn spits lifting his head. Taker swears his newly functional heart stops the moment he sees the tears pouring down shawns face. "Why don't you remember!" Shawn demands. Takers grip tightens on his wrist. "I wish I knew, I remember the deal and the days up to you leaving. Going to war with my own brother and than everything gets hazy. I lost control of my body for his sick games" taker explains. Shawn scoffs. "You? I lost my soul because your casket broke my back!" Shawn yells. Taker frowns.

"You chose that deal, you could of said no" taker growls. "Did I really have a choice? Are you truly a man of your word! Can I wrestle?! Am I healed because I sure don't feel it!" Shawn yells. Taker suddenly snaps.

Shawn gasps as his back hits the wall, as his wrists are pinned above his head. His blue eyes widen in fear as he stares into the angry green ones. "I'd never lie to you shawn" he growls. The mark tingles under Takers touch. "I didnt want to hurt you. It killed me when vince told me the damage. It broke my heart to no longer watch you in the ring. Never doubt that" Taker snaps. "Never doubt what?" Shawn asks quietly. "My feelings for you" Taker spits out.

Both men stare at each other in silence.

My feelings for you.

Shawns heart races as Taker ducks down and kisses him. Its hesitant, unsure; it quickly changes to sure and dominating when Shawn kisses back.

Shawn can't help the sigh as his mark stops burning and instead sends soothing signals too his brain.

Every part of shawns brain is telling him to stop, to run, to fight. But he's wanted this for so damn long. So he doesn't. He lets his eyes close and allows himself to relax into it.

Peace is rare, he won't ruin that again.

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2008

Shawn felt heavy. Felt like scum. He was doing so well.

He was upset and angry.

Upset that JBL found out.

Angry that his mark chose now to burn.

And he's humiliated. He's been made to lie to the fans, to his friends. To him.

And he knows he shouldn't lie to him.

He also should of known JBL, a man who used to be under the curse, can see the mark.

"Man, if I knew no one else could see it, I would of cashed on you sooner" JBL smirks at him. Shawn doesn't reply, he just keeps his head low. "You have become my lucky little charm boy toy. That belt will be mine in no time!" He laughs before leaving, making sure to shove past Shawn on his way.

Shawn stands in silence for a few before dropping to sit on the bench. Tears well in his eyes. How can he tell taker he's been so careless?

"Shawn?" A soft voice calls. He looks up as Taker kneels infront of him. He can't fight the low chuckle that leaves him. Deja vu much?

This time, he threads his fingers into the long black hair. "Are you okay with this storyline? Where did it even come from?" Taker asks. Shawn just smiles as he plays with the long hair. Here he has a demon knelt at his feet. A demon who took his soul all because he broke his back. And yet Shawn feels obliged to protect him from the world?

Bret was right about Shawn. He is a hopeless idiot.

"Shawn?" Taker tries. "Im okay. Vince mentioned it to us awhile ago...It just slipped my mind" Shawn lies. Taker doesn't say anything. He just caresses the mark he left on shawns wrist. "Just gotta get him that belt" Shawn smiles. Taker looks at him with wide and confused eyes. "John's?" "Yeah" Shawn nods. "Why..you wouldn't do that to John.. you care about him too much." And shawns blown it and decides to do what he does best. "Sometimes, we do stupid things" Shawn mutters pulling away from Taker. Taker stays knelt as shawn moves away. "It was an accident." Taker whispers. Shawn closes his eyes, keeping his back to the bigger man. "Of course it was." Shawn scoffs before storming out.

Taker ignores the pain in his chest. Just when he thought him and shawn had finally got there...a wall goes back up. Taker lowers his head. A wall he planned. He took the mans soul. He ruined the mans life.

He destroyed the man he loved, and for what? Paul? His streak? Kane?

It isn't worth it. None of it.

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It didn't take Taker long to find out the truth. It took him less to threaten JBL and warn John. It caused another rift between him and shawn but it got Shawn set free from one monster.

"Why? Why would you agree to this?" Taker demands. "Its none of your business! I told you to stay out of it!" Shawn yells. Taker grabs his marked wrist tightly. Shawn gasps as a burning sensation works through his body. His free hand jolts down and grabs the bigger man's wrist as tears build in his eyes. "It is when some clown is claiming what's mine as his own" taker growls. Shawn looks at him with wide eyes. Blue eyes fill with pain and betrayal "yours?" Shawn asks through gritted teeth. "Mine" taker growls, his eyes rolled back. "You became mine the day you gave me your soul and you need to remember that" Taker snarls.

Shawn let's out a small sob as takers grip tightens and the burning gets hotter. "Taker!" He yelps. Takers eyes roll back, full of confusion. "Stop it! Stop it! It hurts!" Shawn yells as hot tears track down his face. Taker looks down at their hands and gasps, pulling back and away from Shawn immediately. Shawn cups his wrist gently as the burning sides but the throbbing pain stays. "Shawn-" taker tries, reaching for shawn. Shawn doesn't say anything, he just rushes out.

Takers back hits the wall and he hangs his head. He just hurt Shawn. Again.

Maybe he saved Shawn from the wrong monster.

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2009-2010

Their first battle was just anger and pain.

Shawn was angry. Taker was full of pain.

Shawn looked at him like he was a monster. Taker felt shawns soul getting weaker. Their battle gave it some strength but it wasn't enough. Its almost like it was trying to leave taker, as if he didn't deserve Shawn.

Their second battle was just full pain and recovery.

Taker told the world it was streak vs career, he told the world he wanted shawns soul. The truth was, he had taken it back in 1998 and now he was trying to give it back to shawn. Little did he know, shawn wouldn't allow it.

Shawn knew he was being difficult. He was frustrated. Angry. And he was taking that out on the only person who would let him, the devil. Taker went through it all, the tears, the screaming, took hits. All so no one else had to. So shawn would fall again. Shawn was broken long before Taker took his soul and that's something Taker didn't understand.

Shawn knows what happens if he takes the soul back. Kane kindly explained it all too him. He didn't want to loose Taker. Not when he was just recovering again. Not when he was finally seeing his true wants and needs. Not when Taker was ready to utter those words to him.

So, instead of hitting sweetchin music, shawn slaps him, shoves him. Pisses him off. Brings the demon out. Shawn doesn't kick out like planned. Doesn't open his eyes until he feels the deadman stood over him.

Taker rests Shawn against the ropes. "Why?" Taker whispers. "I don't want to lose you. Not now." Shawn whispers. Takers eyes widen. "Wh-what?" He stutters. Shawn smiles sadly.

"I love you."

Taker pulls him into a tight hug. "Please" Taker whispers, his voice choking up. "Please don't" "I do. I'm sorry." Shawn mutters against the mans shoulder.

"I love you"

"I love you so damn much"

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2011

Shawn was too far gone.

It truly was me and the devil.

He ignores his friends pleas. He can't lie to him. He can't stand here and tell Hunter he will defeat Taker. Not when he knows the truth.

Shawn sits and waits. He doesn't wait long. "Im surprised your still here." Is the first thing taker says. "Dont..don't do this to him." Shawn whispers as he traces the mark. He watches as takers jaw clenches. "Shawn I don't have a choice. He wants it and I'll take it." Taker snaps. "Please..I'll feed you more, I'll do anything. Please" Shawn pleads. Taker sighs as he kneels infront of his lover. "You do so much already and your willing to give more for a man that wouldn't do the same?" Taker asks as he gently cups shawns face. "He doesn't understand you like I do. None of them do. For him, for you, it's both the same too me." Shawn admits. Taker examines his face.

"You know what they call me?" Taker asks. "The devil." Shawn nods. "And if they found out. About us? About all of it. What would happen then?" Taker questions. Shawn takes a moment. "It's me and the devil, walking side by side." Shawn responds. Taker smiles slightly. "I always wonder if you'd be this loyal if I never took your soul." Taker admits quietly. Shawn can't fight the smile. "It'd probably take longer, but yes. I don't care what they think. I love you. And if they ever find out, I'll make sure they know" Shawn promises.

Taker just smiles and pulls him into a kiss.

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2012

Shawn stuck to his word.

The end of an era match.

Shawn watched as Taker drove himself to madness, obsessed with the match after Hunter did so much damage to him.

This year it was Shawn pleading with Hunter. Begging him to take the match.

That's when hunter saw it.

The protective gleam in takers green eyes as he loomed over Shawn. The glances and touches. The pleading and bargaining. The way Shawn saved hunter with a simple look and touch.

Hunter felt rage. This monster, this devil had taken his bestfriend. And he made sure taker felt his rage. His anger. His betrayal.

He lost. His rage blinded him and he lost. And taker was the healthier, stronger man. And it suddenly made sense to him. The reason why Shawn was in the match.

"You..you made him more powerful" hunter croaks. Shawn closes his eyes. He feels wrong. Hunters right. Taker feeds off him. It's why he lost so much health last time. "I love him hunter." Is all Shawn can whisper. "That devil" hunter spits. Shawn doesn't say anything as Stephanie walks in with panic in her eyes. He just stands and moves, allowing her to see him. "I won't let him hurt you-" "hunter. I love him. You know I always have." Shawn states before walking out.

He's not surprised to see taker. "Hes angry." Shawn says before taker can ask. "And your technically a cheat" he adds as he takes Takers hand, not caring who sees. "They'll come around eventually" taker mutters before kissing shawns head. "Lets hope." Shawn murmurs.

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Present.

Shawn frowns as watches taker pace in the ring. He's become weaker and shawn? Shawns become stronger.

Who would of thought the devil would give it all up for one human?

Shawn brings his wrist to his mouth and kisses it softly. He watches as energy surges through taker, enough to allow him to catch knight by the throat.

It's not much but it's all Shawn can do.

Taker is so much stronger with shawn by his side. So much happier. At peace.

Shawn ignores the looks from his friends. He still hears the murmuring about him and the devil.

Shawn just traces the invisible mark with a smile.

'Me and the devil'

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