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Forced To Believe Chapter 60- Annihilated
Chapter Summary: With The Shield taken out, Morgan is at a huge disadvantage against Rosa with Evolution backing her up. Evolution makes good on their promise to take out Morgan.
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"This is not good," Cole said. "The Shield was just taken out by Evolution. And who knows what Rosa is up to now."
"Aw, are you going to cry? Are you upset that your little boys are hurt?" Rosa smirked at the troubled Outspoken diva.
She had a huge disadvantage on her back now. Her boys were not going to be there to back her up if there was any funny business going on with Evolution.
"Cry Morgan! I want to see you cry! Cry like the little baby you are! Cry like the-" Rosa grunted as Morgan speared her out of the ring, earning cheers from the crowd.
"Here we go! Woo hoo!" King grinned as Morgan continued assaulting her.
"Morgan is frustrated and is taking it all out on Rosa," Cole looked on.
Rosa manages to kick her off and roll back into the ring.
"I wasn't ready! I wasn't ready!" She shouted.
Morgan gets on the top rope, about to do a crossbody but Rosa manages to push on the ropes, making her fall on her neck as the crowd 'Ohs'.
"Oh my God, is she okay?!" Cole asked as Morgan held her neck and yelled out in pain.
"Well, things escalated quickly," JBL looked on.
"Morgan, are you okay?" The ref checked on her.
Morgan grunted. "I'm fine..." She managed to get up but Rosa jumped on her and began targeting her neck.
Fans tweet:
'That did not look good. At all.'
'That was scary.'
'Did you see the way her neck hit the mat!?'
'Why is she still going on in this match? She could have broken something. Please be careful Morgan.'
"I hope her neck is okay. Gosh, we need to see that again." King said as the titantron showed Morgan's fall a couple of times.
Rosa gets a chair from ringside and places it in the middle of the ring.
"Rosa with the chair for a swinging neckbreaker!" Cole exclaimed as she did the move. "I think Rosa is trying to end this early before The Shield manages to get up."
Rosa goes for the pin but gets a two count.
"Come on!" she shouted at the ref.
She picks Morgan up to hit her with a head slam.
"How's your neck!?" She stomped on her neck, earning a groan from the Philly native.
Morgan clenches her neck again while Rosa rolls out of the ring, to search for a weapon under the ring.
"Oh boy!" Cole said as the crowd erupted in cheers.
Rosa takes out a ladder and sets it in the middle of the ring.
"But this isn't a ladder match!" King exclaimed.
"Too bad, it's all legal," JBL said.
"But I don't want to see these ladies hurt each other like this."
Rosa begins climbing on top of it, planning to do a diving move on a laid out Morgan. But then she manages to get up and starts climbing the ladder.
"I'll catch you if you fall ladies!" King warned.
Morgan starts hitting Rosa with punches on top of the ladder and manages to hit her with a sunset flip off the ladder, making the crowd react positively again and chant 'Holy shit'.
"Cover her! Cover her Morgan!" JBL shouted as both divas were hurt.
Both women stumble to their feet, and Morgan starts hitting Rosa with a few clotheslines, continuing to fight through the pain before throwing her to the corner.
"Uh oh, we know what's coming!" JBL added.
She connects with the handspring back elbow smash to Rosa. She slides down to her knees while Morgan makes her stand up. Rosa hits her with a hard knee to the stomach, making her yell out in pain and fall to her knees. She throws Morgan to the ropes and hits her with a drop toe hold, making Morgan slam her face into the mat. Rosa then follows up with a head scissors submission.
"Do you submit!?" The ref asked.
"Come on, Morgan. You think you're a big girl now, huh? Give up!" She shouted and squeezed her legs tighter on her neck, making Morgan gasp for air.
"Rosa applying so much pressure on her neck. I think she's trying to break something." Cole said. "On Twitter Rosa has said that she's been working on her legs more often to apply that submission specifically for Morgan."
"It's like she's squeezing the life out of her. I don't think Morgan can breathe!" King exclaimed.
The crowd begins to clap to try to motivate The Outspoken Diva which starts to work until Rosa beats her down. Rosa hits her with a suplex and picks up the chair to put it in between the ropes in a corner. Rosa tries to Irish whip Morgan to the corner but she reverses it and makes Rosa clash into the chair and fall out of the ring.
"Did you hear that impact!?" JBL shouted.
"Morgan gets some time to breathe and try to get back in this," Cole said as she tried to catch her breath.
The crowd starts to chant 'We want tables' while Morgan slides out of the ring. The crowd erupts into loud cheers once she gives them what they want.
"This is where it gets dangerous," JBL said as she set up a table in the ring and put the ladder back up since it fell down after the sunset flip.
Rosa slides back in the ring and Morgan tries to put her on the table.
"No! No!" Rosa elbowed her in the stomach and slammed her head onto the table.
She pushes Morgan to the corner and puts her foot on her neck to choke her. Then, she sets her up on the turnbuckle.
"I am going to win this!" She shouted, making the crowd boo her.
She gets on the top rope to go for a suplex. Morgan manages to power out of Rosa's hold and slowly turns her around while Rosa starts to struggle.
"Oh no, what is she about to do here!?" Cole exclaimed.
"This is going to be good!" JBL said as the audience began standing up to watch in anticipation.
"No! No!" Rosa screamed as she tried to break free of Morgan's Morganizer hold. "No! Get off of me! No!"
Celeste tweets 'Haha, oh man, just don't kill her. Don't kill her! WWEMorgan101'
Morgan jumps off and hits Rosa with the Morganizer, making her land on the table, breaking it as the crowd explodes.
"Morganizer on the table! This may be it!" Cole shouted.
"It's over," JBL said as Morgan pinned Rosa.
"1!"
"2!"
"Oh!" The crowd shouted.
"What!?" King shouted in a high pitched voice. "What the hell!?"
"Rosa kicked out!" Cole shouted. "Rosa Mendes just kicked out!"
"How was that even possible!?" JBL exclaimed while Morgan rolled off of her, still next to her.
'This is awesome!' the crowd chants with appreciation. The first ever divas Extreme Rules match was becoming a success for them.
'Good...they love it.' Melanie thought to herself as she was proud of her and Milena's performance so far.
She wanted to make sure to make Milena look great in the ring while putting on a believable story. Their chemistry wrestling each other was off the charts. She truly found her wrestling soulmate.
"Are you okay?" Melanie asked Milena while they were still down and out with hair in their faces.
"Yes. They're cheering for you," Milena replied.
"They're cheering for us," she corrected. "Embrace it,"
"Thank you. I'm having so much fun,"
"Me too," Melanie rolled away, still taking a breather from the spot.
Continuing the match, Morgan and Rosa manage to get up but Rosa grabs the chair and whacks Morgan in the face with it.
"How dare you put me through a table!?" She shouted and hit her with the chair a few more times before throwing it away.
Morgan rolls out the ring while Rosa searches under the ring for another table.
"Rosa setting up the table," Cole observed while Morgan was at the end of the ramp setting up two tables next to each other, in front of a tall ladder on the ramp. Rosa marches over to Morgan and starts to have a back and forth punch off as the crowd cheers for Morgan and boo for Rosa. Morgan gains the upper hand by throwing Rosa into the steel steps.
"Good grief, this arena is getting wrecked," King said before Morgan hit Rosa with the backfire. "Backfire!"
Morgan places Rosa on the tables and exhales.
"Please don't tell me...Morgan what are you doing!?" JBL exclaimed as she started climbing up the ladder on the ramp.
The crowd begins to boo loudly when Evolution strolls down the ramp.
"Uh oh. Morgan watch your back." Cole warned.
"Morgan, get out of there!" King shouted.
Morgan looks around and looks down at the three members of Evolution smirking at her. This was not good, and her boys weren't able to help her out against them because they got ambushed. She was all alone. The Outspoken diva starts to get worried and starts to ponder about the situation. Batista helps Rosa off the table while Triple H and Orton continue to stare up at Morgan. The Philly Diva narrows her eyes at them and gives them a dirty look.
"Looks like someone is going to perish." Triple H sneered while Orton began climbing up the ladder to face off with her.
"Seems like you're missing a few buddies," Orton smirked while Morgan remained silent, keeping her composure. "You got two choices. You can either get down and lose this match, or you can be annihilated. What do you choose?"
"Morgan, please just get down and run. She's about to be massacred! She needs to get out of there!" King said with worry.
"And don't even think about trying to beat us. I know you wouldn't touch me. You can't even do it, can you? I'll even give you a free hit." Orton said. "Still can't keep your mind off the past between us as friends, huh? No wonder you've gotten weaker."
"I can put my hands on you," she spoke up.
"Just get down. Now," he said in a threatening tone. "You wouldn't even lift a finger at me."
Morgan smirked. "Watch me."
She pushes him off as he lands on the two tables, breaking them, making the crowd 'Oh' loudly and chant 'Holy shit' again.
"Randy Orton! Randy Orton just went through those tables!" Cole shouted.
"Holy crap!" King exclaimed as Triple H, Rosa, and Batista's eyes widened.
Morgan exhales and runs a hand through her hair, realizing what she's done. She's in for it now.
"Morgan get out of there!" JBL shouted as she managed to get back in the ring unharmed.
Triple H and Batista check on Orton while Rosa gets back in the ring.
Ronda Rousey tweets 'Whoa! Didn't know you had it in you! Hit and run! WWEMorgan101. That was badass!'
Celeste tweets 'That's what he gets! Serves him right! Good job WWEMorgan101!'
"Spear!" Cole shouted as Morgan speared Rosa and started unloading on her.
She goes for the pin but Batista drags her out of the ring.
"Oh no," Cole added.
"Come on..." King grumbled in an annoyed tone.
Morgan gets up and leans back to evade Batista's clothesline and swiftly grabs a chair to whack him in the face. The crowd cheers while Triple H begins to march after her. She tries to hit him with the chair but he grabs it and throws it aside. He kicks her in the stomach making her fall to her knees.
"Perish Morgan!" Triple H shouted.
But the crowd cheers again when she hits him with a low blow.
"Low blow!" Cole laughed as Rosa grabbed a guitar and got back in the ring.
Morgan gets her barbed wire guitar and gets back in the ring to face off with her. Their guitars clash and they continue clashing their guitars until Rosa kicks Morgan in the stomach and whacks her back with her guitar, breaking it. Rosa pins her for a two count.
"So, you wanna act tough, huh!?" Rosa shouted but Morgan began fighting back.
She throws Rosa into the ropes and strikes her with a roundhouse kick to the face. She gets on the middle top rope and hits Rosa with a diving clothesline.
"Morgan is trying to gain some more momentum back," Cole said as she grabbed her barbed wired guitar.
She waits for Rosa to get up to whack her in the face, making her hold her nose and scream.
"I think Rosa's really hurt. She's holding her nose. Did she break it?" JBL asked.
Moments later, Rosa reveals her nose, showing it bleeding, making the crowd cheer.
"Rosa's nose is bleeding!" Cole exclaimed.
"That barbed wire is dangerous!" JBL said.
Rosa screams and starts freaking out while Morgan looks satisfied, dropping her guitar. The Philly diva is feeling banged up and her neck is starting to irritate her again as she starts clenching it.
Rosa rolls out of the ring and starts freaking out to Triple H and Batista who tries to calm her down.
"Getting my nose messed up was not part of the plan!" Rosa shouted.
While Morgan is distracted by the ref trying to check her neck, Batista gets in the ring to hit her with a huge clothesline.
"And Batista getting involved..." Cole said with disappointment.
He gets a table and leans it to a corner while Morgan crawls
over to the same corner. Batista walks over to the opposite side and waits for her to get up to try to go for a spear. Luckily, she swiftly moves out of the way, making him crash into the table.
"Batista into the table!" Cole shouted.
"She's holding her own just fine." JBL praised.
Morgan slides out the ring and grabs a table of barbed wires, making the crowd cheer louder as Batista rolls out of the ring. Morgan gets back in the ring and gets on the top rope with the table while Rosa and Triple H are helping Batista up at ringside. They look up while Morgan jumps and hits them a crossbody with the barbed wire side hitting the three of them. The crowd 'Ohs' and chants 'Holy shit!' once again, showing a positive reaction to the match.
"Whoa!" King exclaimed.
"Oh my God!" Cole shouted as Batista and Triple H started scrambling around from the stinging barbed wire. "Have you ever seen this happen, before?"
Morgan takes the barbed wire table off of the three of them and throws Rosa back in the ring. Rosa was freaking out from the barbed wire and started screaming.
"Are you crazy!? Are you crazy!?" Rosa shouted.
"I'm going to kill her!" Triple H yelled, still in pain.
"And Randy Orton is still down and out," Cole said as the camera showed Orton still knocked out.
"Let's take a look at how that happened," King said as the titantron showed Morgan shoving Orton off the ladder again.
"That took guts," JBL said.
Ronda Rousey tweets 'I admire WWEMorgan101's courage and kick ass personality. She doesn't back down from anybody. Stay that way.'
Meanwhile in the ring, Rosa manages to hit Morgan with a couple of clotheslines and a scoop slam on to a chair.
"Rosa is taking over," Cole said.
"Look at those cuts," JBL said as Rosa had a lot of scratches around her body from the barbed wire and her nose was still bleeding.
Rosa wipes her nose with her hand and looks at the blood in annoyance.
"Ugh!" She shouted.
She gets another table and places it in the middle of the ring. She picks Morgan up for the Gory Bomb.
"This may be it," JBL said as Rosa did a loud battle cry before slamming her down on the table.
She goes to pin her but Morgan kicks out at two as the crowd looks on in shock and cheers loudly.
"What!?" King shouted.
"I thought it was over!" Cole added.
"No! No!" Rosa screamed and started banging on the mat. "Count faster!"
She yells at the ref and slaps him in the face, surprising the crowd.
"I am the official! It was 2! You can't put your hands on me!" The referee yelled.
"I don't care! It should have been 3!" she screamed in his face.
"Rosa, calm down!" King exclaimed.
"She just assaulted the ref!" Cole exclaimed as she started unloading on the ref.
"I should have won, right there!" Rosa continued to scream.
Morgan continues to hold her neck as she starts to feel more pain. She earned a few welts around her body, mostly on her back and bruises from the table and guitar she went through, thanks to Rosa.
Rosa calms down and turns her attention back to Morgan but gets hit with a DDT before getting pinned.
"1!"
"2!"
"Oh!" The crowd shouts as Rosa kicks out.
"Stay on her Morgan!" JBL said as Morgan staggered to her feet and slowly got on the top rope. "Going high risk."
Morgan stands tall on the top rope, aiming for a crossbody but then Triple H gets on the apron to distract her, making the crowd boo. Morgan kicks him off but while she is distracted, Orton slithers into the ring and gives Rosa a chair before sliding out of the ring. Rosa gets to her feet while Morgan goes for crossbody. The crowd 'Ohs' while Morgan yells in pain as Rosa counters her attack by swinging a chair to her stomach, making Morgan clash into it, clenching her stomach.
"Good grief!" JBL exclaimed as Rosa went for the pin.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
The crowd begins to boo loudly while Rosa gets up and jumps around.
"Yes! Yes! I told you! I told you!" She shouted.
"Here is your winner! Rosa Mendes!" Justin announced.
Rosa taunts the crowd and turns to the ref. "Raise my hand! Raise my hand!" She ordered and got her hand raised.
Evolution gets in the ring and stands over Morgan.
Ronda Rousey tweets 'No friggin way!'
Lita tweets 'WWEMorgan101 and LaRosaMendes's rivalry is starting to get intense. You two are starting to become my favorite feud. Awesome match!'
Stephanie tweets 'Talk about a successful first ever diva extreme rules match! WWEMorgan101 & LaRosaMendes did a great job!'
Mick Foley tweets 'Admired both WWEMorgan101 and LaRosaMendes performance tonight. Great match!'
"I can't believe Rosa won," Cole said in disbelief as the titantron showed the highlights. "First Morgan got distracted and that allowed Rosa to buy some time to receive the chair from Orton."
Evolution raises Rosa's hands and celebrates with her while Morgan continues to hold her neck. Then the men grab Morgan and hold her by the arms for Rosa.
"Oh come on! You won! Get out of here!" King shouted.
Rosa roughly grabbed Morgan's face and made her look at her. "Where's your boyfriend!? Where's your little hounds? Where's Chyna!? Where's your mommy!? This is how weak you are! This is how pathetic you are!" She shouted.
A 'You suck' chant starts while Rosa and Evolution release Morgan. Rosa starts stomping on her and picks her up so she can get hit with a Batista bomb.
"Come on! Enough is enough!" King exclaimed.
Morgan starts to look very groggy as she crawls to the feet of Triple H.
"Come on, let me see your fighting spirit. Crawl!" Triple H shouted before he gave her a pedigree.
Orton, who was still ticked off at being thrown into a few tables, slowly picks her up to her feet and hits her with a sick RKO.
The Bellas tweet 'Enough is enough! Just stop!'
Celeste tweets 'Getting more pissed off each time they hit WWEMorgan101.'
"This is getting hard to watch. Somebody needs to help her." King said.
"But The Shield are still beaten down from their ambush by Evolution," JBL reminded.
Rosa receives a chair from Triple H while Morgan struggles to stand on her feet with the help of the ropes. She whacks her in the back, making her fall. Rosa hits her again when she tried to get back to her feet.
"Stay down! Just stay down! Stay down and it'll be all over!" JBL exclaimed.
Rosa whacks Morgan in the face and then drops the chair to start unloading on her neck.
"Now she's going after the neck," Cole looked on.
All of a sudden Evolution begins to smirk when Rosa picks Morgan up for the piledriver.
"Say goodbye to your neck, Morgan! And say goodbye to your career!" Rosa drops down, hitting her neck harshly.
"Guys...Morgan's not moving. At all." Cole said with worry.
"Is she okay!?" King shouted.
Finally, The Shield runs down to the ring, pretty banged up but Evolution and Rosa leave the ring. Ambrose is furious and is about to go after them but gets held back by Roman.
"Dean! Calm down!" Roman shouted. "Morgan is our top priority, right now! She needs us!"
Ambrose cools down and kneels to check on her with Seth, Roman, and the ref.
"Things just turned serious. She's really hurt." JBL said as a couple of refs and a doctor rushed down to the ring.
"I need to get in there." King took his headset off and got in the ring to check on her as the crowd started to notice how serious things had just gotten.
"Morgan, can you hear me?" The doctor asked.
Roman clenches his fist and looks away at the sight. He never ever wanted to see her in this kind of pain.
"Morgan." Dean held her hand and squeezed it while Seth held her other hand.
"Is-is her neck okay?" JBL asked.
"Morgan, can you hear me?" The doctor repeated but still got no response.
"What's going on?" Seth urged.
Morgan opens her eyes and squeezes Seth and Dean's hands.
"Morgan!" Seth and Dean exclaimed while Roman looked relieved.
"Morgan, can you move around?" The doctor asked and tried to help her up as the crowd began to cheer for her.
"My neck..." She grunted as she slowly sat up.
She is given a bottle of water and starts taking sips of it.
"We need a stretcher." The doctor said on his radio.
"I'm glad she's moving her legs and arms," Cole said as the titantron showed Rosa's piledriver.
"I'm scared." She whispered and was about to cry.
Her neck felt so weird and the pain got worse as she started to yell out in pain. The refs and doctor help her back down while The hounds of justice continue to look concerned.
"They're gonna pay for this. We promise." Ambrose growled.
A stretcher gets rolled down to ringside and into the ring. The doctor puts a neck brace on her and gets help with putting her on the stretcher. Morgan gets taken backstage while The Shield walk by her side as the crowd continues to cheer and chant her name.
Stone Cold tweets 'WWEMorgan101 I know you're going to keep getting up from everything The Authority throws at you. When you recover, I want you to open up a can of ass whooping on that Rosa woman. Great match.'
Celeste tweets 'WWEMorgan101! Please get better with your neck! I love you! Awesome match!'
Ronda Rousey 'WWEMorgan101 man that piledriver must have hurt! I hope you heal up soon. When you come back, give Rosa an armbar just for me!'
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Morgan wasn't sure if her neck was broken or just aching from the impact she suffered. All she knows is that she was in a ton of pain.
"I just want my mom." Her voice cracked.
She holds Dean's hand as she gets rolled near the ambulance.
"We're gonna get a hold of her grapes. Hang in there," Dean soothed as she got placed in the back of the ambulance.
The Shield hops in too and sits by her side as they get driven away.
"I'm sorry..." She mumbled.
"Sorry for what?" Dean wiped her tears.
"For letting you guys down...I lost..."
"We let you down," Seth mentioned and held her hand, giving it a squeeze.
"What?" she asked.
"We weren't there for you," Dean replied.
"But we're gonna get them for you, grapes. We promise." Roman reassured.
"Evolution is going to pay," Ambrose said with determination and ran a hand through her hair.
"Got that right. Remember, if they mess with you, they mess with me, and if they mess with me, they mess with Seth, and if they mess with Seth, they mess with Ambrose. We got your back. For now, just rest." Roman added.
Morgan sighs out of relief. She thought her boys were mad at her but they were actually standing by her.
"Thanks," She calmed down. "I love you, guys. You're always there for me. Even if you weren't there in the ring with me, you're here with me, now. That's all that matters."
"You're always there for us." Seth smiled. "And we love you, too."
"Hm..." She showed a weak smile and tried to rest her body, despite the agony she was in.
She wanted to stay strong and not cry. She didn't want to look weak in front of her boys.
"Morgan...it's okay to cry. We know you want to." Roman said in a gentle tone.
"We know you're tough. We know you're in agony." Seth comforted. "It's going to be okay."
"Let it out," Ambrose murmured in a soft tone.
She then starts to cry silently before beginning to sob. Moments later she cries herself to sleep. It pained them to see her like this. She was always smiling, and hyping them up during their matches. She rarely gets broken down like this. Their hearts ached to see her in this kind of pain. Evolution and Rosa were not going to get away with that.
The Shield give each other knowing looks.
"They crossed the line. They're going to pay for this. For them to hurt her like this...to hurt my woman..." Ambrose pounded his fist. "I'm going to rearrange their faces."
"I know...you and me both," Seth said and looked down at the sleeping Philly Diva. "We can't be outsmarted, again. For Morgan's sake, we need to kick their asses. Give them a beating. Whenever it's tomorrow or next week, we need to do it for her."
"They're going get their asses kicked. Don't worry. We got this." Roman said in an angry tone and bumped fists with his teammates.
Seth tweets, 'There is going to be hell to pay. You won't get away with this TripleH DaveBautista RandyOrton LaRosaMendes.'
Roman tweets 'When you mess with The Shield's Girl, you mess with the hounds. Consider yourself our prey. Watch your backs Evolution & Rosa. You've just crossed the line'
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Coffee Coffee Coffee
Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)
Summary: Your over protective boyfriend, Loki, finds out you haven't eaten anything today and he's not happy about it but in your defense, you did have coffee.
A/N: I didn't even have coffee today so it's weird that this is in my brain lol... enjoy 💚
A series of knocks pulls your attention from the email you are typing and you check the clock in the corner of the screen. There's only one person who could be looking for you this late, the rest of your team went home a little over an hour ago.
You rub your eyes and get up from your desk, "Come in, Loki."
The door opens and the God of Mischief enters, "Hello darling." He meets you in the middle of your office and pulls you into a tight hug.
You reach up and kiss his lips lightly, pulling away much too soon for Loki's liking. He smirks, "Well now that won't do."
"No?" you ask with a smile.
He shakes his head no. You reach up again and as he leans to me you, you change direction slightly so you kiss his cheek. A giggle escapes you as Loki's hands move down to your hips and he pulls you flush against his body. His left hand raises to your cheek and he tilts your head up gently, then he presses his lips firmly to yours. His hand grips your hip tighter and you give into his kiss.
"I'm still working," you tell him breathlessly when your lips finally leave his.
"You work too hard," he tells you as he lets go of you.
He walks towards one of the empty chairs facing you desk and takes a seat. You move past him to sit behind you desk but he gently catches your wrist. Pulling lightly, he brings you towards him and lifts you onto his lap so you are facing him.
"I missed you today," he tells you in a low voice, his hands settle on your lower back.
"I missed you too, I'm sorry I had to cancel our lunch. Today has been awful," you wave towards your desk which is stacked high with files.
"Will you be much longer?" he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.
You shrug, "Hopefully only another hour. I just need to finish-". Your stomach rumbles, cutting into your sentence and you cringe when you can see in his eyes that he heard it.
"Did you eat anything today?" he asks in response to the sound.
"I had coffee," you answer quickly and immediately know that was the wrong answer.
His fingers drum rhythmically on your hip and he asks, "Did you at least drink any water?"
"Yea a little," you nod but he raises his eyebrow skeptically. "I mean, there's water in coffee."
He groans, his hand raising to cover his eyes. You hold back a giggle, knowing it won't help your situation. "Why are you like this?" he asks in a half joking tone.
You smile wide and shrug, "I like coffee."
"I can see that darling," he says, shaking his head lightly to hide a smile. "Dare I ask how many cups you've had today?"
You pretend to think for a moment then begin to count on your fingers, "One, two, three, four, five-"
"Y/N," he stops you.
"Only two," you answer.
"Are you sure?" he asks in a tone that means he clearly does not believe you.
You look away from his gaze but he touches your chin and guides your eyes back to his. "Four... but they were hours apart," you tell him honestly.
He shakes his head, "Love, you can't survive on coffee alone."
"That's literally how I made it through college," you inform him and cross your arms against your chest.
Without another word, he lifts you off his lap and sets you down so he can get up. "What-" you start to ask but he takes your hand and begins to move towards the door. "Where are we going? I still have work to do," you tell him.
"We're going to get dinner," he says as he opens the door.
You suddenly realize how hungry you are and follow him out into the hallway. "Ooh, can we get dessert too?" you ask with a smile.
He nods, "Of course, darling."
"And coffee?" you ask half joking.
"I think you've had enough coffee for the week," he answers as he pushes the button for the elevator.
I hope you liked this!! Please like, share and comment if you did 💚💚
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There is an unexplored time period in shield where maria, bobbi, may, natasha, isabel hartley, sharon carter, clint and coulson all worked simultaneously at shield and its a crime that we havent seen anything set in it. that literally sounds like the best thing ever.
like, may has nat in her contacts (season 2 i think). come on.
just imagine the snark.
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How The SW/SH Gym Leaders + Leon Would Ask You Out
I got one idea for Milo and my brain decided that I had to do this for everyone, you’re welcome /j
Milo
Let’s be honest, he’d do that tradition of giving you an Applin
It’s so simple, yet so sweet
Your Applin is best friends with his Flapple/Appletun
Nessa
I feel like she’d be so bold, yet so nervous at the same time
Eventually, she would give you an autograph
“- Nessa; Your #1 Fan”
Pray for her if you’re dense as hell
Kabu
Peepaw Kabu would’ve just walked up to you and asked you out
Nothing special, not nervous at all
Just straight up asks you
Gordie
Backflips
“Wanna go out with me?”
Okay, okay, seriously, he would use some of the cheesiest pickup lines
And maybe does a backflip
Melony
Honestly, she would probably be so over the top
Like, she would make whole ass ice sculptures with her pokemon just to ask you out
Piers
He wouldn’t
Marnie would confess for him, fed up with his lovesick bullshit
Unless he did get the courage, he’d straight up serenade you
Raihan
Oh, he’d be so fucking bold
Probably finished beating some random kid’s pokemon
Fucking announced to the whole stadium that he loves you
It worked
Somehow
Leon
One day, he probably held onto your hand just so his dumbass doesn’t get lost
You were definitely asked if the two of you were dating by some random people
Leon saw the opportunity
“We could be. Wanna go out with me?”
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Back and Forth - masterlist
Pairing: Steve Rogers x agent! Inhuman!reader
Type: enemies-ish to lovers series
Summary:
Calling yourself an Avenger would be overstatement, even if you have been joining them on missions quite frequently lately. Calling them your friends would be an overstatement also. Calling you and Steve Rogers friends, now that would be an insult to the entity of friendship – though unlike him, you have enough self-awareness to admit that he isn't the only one to blame for that. Most of the time anyway.
However, the Avengers need your abilities and so you and Steve tolerate each other – or at least you’re trying, your back and forth visibly annoying your colleagues and exhausting you both.
And then you’re thrown into a situation where mere tolerance isn’t an option. That should end well, shouldn’t it?
Characters to appear: Steve Rogers, ‘reader’, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, mentions of Phil Coulson, Daisy Johnson and few others
Setting: slight AU 'cause everyone lives thank you very much, no Civil War or further, references to Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D without a fixed timeline
Warnings: besides canon-typical violence, this series deals with topics which might be trigerring for some people - please, read with caution and resposibility
Playlist 🎵 (NEW)
STORYLINE:
Prologue
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3.1 // Part 3.2
Part 4.1 // Part 4.2
Part 5
Part 6.1 // Part 6.2
Part 7
Epilogue
Number of parts/chapters is estimated. Did I add one extra already? Yeah, but shhh
Dividers by firefly-graphics, moodboard by me - and created for the vibes, for it does not necessarily reflect the reader's appearance.
Taglist open 🥰
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Dirty Water
Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader
Prompt from this dirty ask game with our pairing from the Sun, Salt, and Shield series.
Summary: After a very long (but unofficial) courtship, where Steve is too shy to bring up your anatomy and his compatibility, a cultural misinterpretation quite literally sinks his resolve.
Warnings for smut (I'm gonna have to call this what it is and just say it's monster-f**king, or the one where Steeb gets maybe-CNC-boinked by a 'monster.' Sorry, babes. Ro's dipped a toe into the darkside for a smidge.) MINORS DNI. Poorly--or rather, not--edited and I have no idea the word count...
Steve swallows harshly and tries not to nervously splash his feet in the pool.
"What?" he chokes out.
He can't think of anything more articulate to say, not that it would matter when so much is lost in translation.
All you did was ask about the singing outside the doors of your 'room'--the retrofitted gym pool at the Avengers compound, the one is the basement without windows for your highly sensitive eyes--but he...could never have predicted why you were so curious.
"They're just enjoying themselves," he'd chuckled, shrugging like it was no big deal. "Do you sing?"
The look on your face, jaw slack and head tilting in contemplation, it should have warned him. You unfurled from your relaxed posture, the stance where your arms cross behind your back and fit atop the swell of your--he'd say tail, but it's more like your ass--rump, the rest of your body bent in a curve until your fin nearly touches the surface, and inched closer to his feet in the deep end.
"Yessssss," you hissed slowly through three rows of sharp teeth, crawling up his legs, out of the water, dripping over his lap as you braced large, webbed hands on either side of his hips.
Even in the very low light of damp room, he could see the lavender of your stare drop to his crotch.
"You sing too?"
Steve's an idiot. He didn't understand yet, so that dumbass actually began humming 'You Are My Sunshine' because nothing else occurred to him.
Then he noticed your tail glowing beneath the scales.
Then he realized you were pressing yourself to his legs.
Aaaand then Steve Rogers looked down your body to witness his knee disappearing in a spongy spot where the armoring swelled apart.
Oh god.
"What?" he now asks like an frightened teen seeing boobs for the first time.
"I make you sing?" Your broad green lips turn up in a smile. "Show me."
Suddenly, Steve's forgotten more english than you've learned. "Huh?"
Your flowing, textured hair, shapely even out of the water, sways when you cock your head to the side, looking through your lashes at him.
"How Stevie sing?"
He shivers for the first time in the cool water and lets an involuntary grunt leave his lips.
He's tried to stop himself from imagining your body and how it works to...ya know, and how he might...oh god, he's going to hell, but apparently, you've already been imagining that humans are either masturbating or fucking outside your door at all hours all the time--
--and oh shit, that means you sing as a part of sex.
He turns his head to the almost black ceiling and fails to think of anything else as the light from your body reflects in waves on every wall. He whimpers when he feels a ripple of muscle through the wet cotton of his jeans.
"Doll make Stevie sing?" Your voice is hoarse, and just as quickly as you say that by his throat, you flip back into the water. You can only breathe air for so long without hurting your throat and lungs.
He thinks he's off the hook, praying the tightness in his pants dissipates faster than they'll take to dry, but he lowers his head to find you peeking from the water, intent as ever on learning his ways.
He should be ashamed, so very fucking ashamed, of how badly he wants to take himself out of his pants and watch the wonder of those pretty eyes as he comes at the thought of you, but Steve's drowning in the hope that he can have you. It's been so long that he's wanted this, even in the most innocent ways.
Your final plea bubbles to the surface.
"Show?"
Steve inhales sharply, running a hand through his hair and licking his lips.
This is wrong, he thinks. You should not be doing this.
Yet he does it anyway because he wants to; he wants to so badly.
He sits up straight at the edge of the concrete, popping the button of his jeans and aches as he lowers the zipper. He can't meet your eye while he pulls out his semi-hard cock and fists it harshly.
You're so long that even looking away leaves your shimmering tail in sight, and he thinks he sees you rattle in excitement. It makes him shiver again, and the vibration shakes the moan escaping his tight chest.
Yikes, it does sound a bit like he's singing...
What the hell are you even doing?
Of course, he knows he's touching himself and he knows well enough how to do that, but he shouldn't be doing this in front of you, much less enjoying it. His blood is running so hot beneath his skin, though, the chilly pool feels soothing over his shins where he rolled up his pants (to no avail).
The heat floods his veins and mind to the point rational thought quiets, and Steve's eyes slither up your demure form.
Your eyes get wider and wider the more noise he makes, and his rampant imagination feeds off the sight of that gap in your scales visible as it undulates in the refraction beneath his feet.
He leans his head back and closes his own eyes at just the wrong moment.
Mid-whine, he misses the splashing sound that would have warned him you were coming, and instead Steve is pummeled by the end of your tail and topples into the pool, shocked and sputtering salty water until his body is pinned to the flat of the concrete wall he used to be perch on.
As he scrambles to toss his arms over the ledge, he feels claws dragging his jeans farther down his legs, and the fabric hangs like an anchor while the silky-slick webbing of your fingers glides up and down his thighs.
Then your tongue runs the length of his cock, making Steve moan embarrassingly loud and thrust his hips forward. If he weren't in the water, he'd be a puddle.
Pleasure races up and down his spine, fighting for dominance over the feeling of cold when he slips from the ledge and submerges briefly.
He barely registers the loss of your tongue and your quick lap of swimming before you're backing into him again.
It's on your ass, too, the soft entrance like you rubbed against his knee, but he could not have imagined what it could do--what you could do--how you could manipulate your muscles inside your tail.
He has no brainpower left to describe it. Steve just lets go, trusting your body to hold his weight as one hand grips the mossy softness of your waist and the other hand spreads over your lower back. Out of instinct, he tries to get leverage to push himself in and out of you, but that's useless.
There's a strong ripple of muscle that pulls him in, and in, and in, delicately tight on his sensitive cock and wide enough to slowly suck his balls into the massaging cavern.
Steve's eyes roll far into his head. He's going to pass out if this keeps up.
"Doll," he gasps, but it's too quiet in the slosh of the water. "Please, I'm--"
A clear, high note crescendos from the deep below, something disturbingly pure and paralyzing, and Steve can't move. He can only feel and experience a siren's song in action.
His body twitches violently before his cum is milked sensually, desperately, methodically from his cradled and ravaged pelvis, and never in Steve's long life has he ever been so fucking spent.
He whimpers when your cunt releases him, only faintly aware that he's propped on your back by his elbows as you swim to the shallow end and let him 'stand' on his shaky legs.
The screeching hinge of the door startles him.
"Cap," the junior agent yells over your hiss from the bright light spraying in, "everything okay? I heard..."
Yeah, I couldn't describe it either, Steve thinks.
He spits water from his mouth. "Fine," he huffs back, "we were...singing, and I fell in."
"Oh. Alright. Sorry to disturb you, Miss G." The man nods his apology at your hand-covered eyes and leaves.
Steve can't help but laugh like an insane person, laying to properly float in the water, uncaring what you're up to until he gently hits the stairs leading out of the pool.
Your head rises out of the water hopefully, and he cups your cheeks, still chuckling. He has zero words to describe...anything at the moment, but he can show you a human tradition of affection in return.
Shifting as easily as a feather in the water, he pulls you two together and sweetly presses his salmon lips to your seaweed pout, letting your long locs fall over his own shoulders.
Soon, he's gasping for air again, yet just before you dunk below the surface, you grin and coo at him.
"Stevie sings lovely."
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what...the hell have i done. *hits post before final two braincells protest*
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Oneshot: Vexed | Raihan x Reader
Rating: Mature | **NSFW**
It was supposed to be just another match with another challenger looking to scrap their way to the top. Raihan was well acquainted with the rigorous pace of the season and was rarely ever fazed in battle, win or lose. Though he did take pride in the prior far outweighing the latter on his battling record.
The dragon type gym leader was reclined against a wall in the locker room leading to the Hammerlocke arena, his long, tan legs sprawled carelessly across the wooden bench. He idly scrolled through Pokegram, 'liking' messages of encouragement under his most recent selfie and responding to every other DM in a friendly, but generic fashion — his publicist says it's always better to stay neutral. All of a sudden, he hears some kind of commotion coming from the front-facing parts of the gym. He recognizes the exclamations of his trainers - someone's gotten through them. "Heh," he thought, straightening out his hoodie as he hopped up onto his feet and started to roll out his shoulders in preparation.
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Raihan had approached you as he did all challengers, casting a notably towering shadow over you as he took your hand and shook it, flashing a grin for the crowd and the Rotom cameras buzzing about. He exuded his usual confidence, sneaking a wink at you. Just before he turned to walk towards his side of the battlefield, his hand covered his lapel mic as he made a comment about taking you out for a drink after he won. You could've sworn you felt a vein violently bulging from your temple, but you held your tongue. Fuck this guy.
The battle ensued in classic Hammerlocke form, doubles throughout, sprinkled with some variations of weather manipulation, as was the trademark technique of the highest ranked Galar gym leader. Tensions quickly grew as it waged on, each of you calling out moves to your Pokémon with every ounce of strength you could muster, a visible sheen forming over your skin. You were fueled by not only your natural determination, but also how livid you were he had the balls to say those things to you. Your opponent had definitely noticed. He was amused at first by the scowl painted across your features, figuring it'd be all the more satisfying to take someone on at full force. There was something about the fire that blazed in those eyes of yours though. Even from across the expanse of the arena, he could feel the heat in their depths - and it tugged at something inside him.
Pokémon had been felled on both sides, and it had come down to a final blowout between your Altaria and his Flygon. Once the swirling waves of sand and debris had cleared from the playing field, the two dragon Pokémon came into view, both worn from the exertion of combat. Flygon's bright red orbs slowly shuttered, its sharp red-trimmed wings loosely flapping against its sides before it collapses onto the ground beneath it. Altaria's Ice Beam had landed. In that brief moment of silence, you could feel your blood rushing through your entire body, your heart racing so fast you could hardly process the roar of the crowd or the officiating Rotom's booming, robotic voice proclaiming you the winner.
Raihan recalled Flygon into its Pokéball, offering a soft thank you under his breath for a job well done. His expression was difficult to read as he made his way over to meet you in the middle. Adjusting his thick orange headband with one hand and extending the other to you, this time with... the slightest sense of humility. Your eyes locked and you gripped his hand firmly, your lips drawn into a peculiar smile as you pulled yourself closer, pushing up onto your toes to be within his personal earshot. "Enjoy that drink for me, dragon boy."
Not giving the gym leader a chance to properly react, you grabbed the Rotomphone at his waist and tossed it up for a selfie: you grinning at the camera with a cutesy peace sign up and Raihan with what must have been the absolute, most dumbstruck expression of his life. And at that, you walk off the field, giving a friendly wave at the crowd behind you.
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That night, Raihan was plagued. By all of it. He kept replaying the events of the day in his head, over and over and over again. Why was he stressing this? He'd lost battles before. That's why he started taking the selfies in the first place - so he'd never forget the feeling of defeat, so he'd always be motivated to become better. But this, this one was driving him mad. He heaved a sigh, gulping down the last of his whisky before setting the empty glass down on the counter.
He just needed to sleep and he'd be fine in the morning, that's it.
Stripping down to his boxers, he slipped under his silk sheets, relishing in how smooth and cool they felt against his bare skin. Raihan let his eyes close and sank his weight into the mattress, doing his best to slow his breathing. Despite his efforts, his mind flashed with memories from the battle with you. He remembered how flushed your skin got from the heat of the fight, just the subtlest touches of pink brushing over your cheeks. How your brows furrowed in concentration, causing a small crinkle to form. How the shorts of your uniform began to cling to your frame from the sweat you worked up as you threw almost just as much of yourself into the battle as your Pokémon did. The dragon groaned in frustration, flipping over onto his stomach, his face burying into his pillow.
"Why the hell am I thinking of her right now?," he grumbled, his voice muffled by the bedding. "Who does she think she is, anyway? With that stupid... smug grin." Your voice echoed in his head, and regardless of the taunting manner it was intended to be delivered in, it sounded... he couldn't put his finger on it. But for whatever reason, he wanted to hear you say his name. He wanted to have you pinned up against the wall, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you there. He wanted to leave a trail of bruising kisses down your neck and shoulders, leaving you whimpering his name. Raihan rustled around, his body growing unbearably hot. He could feel himself struggling, pulsing, against the confines of his boxers, and finally reached down to slide the waistband off his hips. His fingers wrapped around his length and began to stroke, his voice rumbling deep in his throat, head strained against the pillow supporting it.
Your body writhed underneath him, needy for his touch. Fingers trailed up the broad muscles of his shoulders, the tips massaging small, tender circles along the way. Your gaze still burned like it did on the battlefield, it was intense and wanting. It begged for release.
Raihan turned onto his back, his hand quickening in pace as his mind went over every curve of your body, imagining your softness, your warmth pressed against him.
He held you flush with one arm at your waist, the other hand cupping the base of your neck. You were straddling his hips, your foreheads resting against each other, only the panted breaths between you. Your bodies moved in tandem, quicker and quicker with each thrust. The soft, yet wildly lewd sounds of him driving deeper inside you made him shiver. And Arceus, you were so fucking wet for him. So hot and tight — it was sinful how good you felt wrapped around his hard cock. "R-Raihan, fuck..." you gasped, losing yourself in the euphoria. You begin grinding harder down on him, barely able to choke your words out against his lips.
"Cum for me."
His body tensed and his breathing grew ragged, his strokes following suit until his orgasm shook through him, waves of pleasure washing over every inch as he rode out his high. After a moment's recovery, he glanced down at his hand and thigh, now covered in milky white cum.
".... Shit."
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⭒The Silent One⭒
#4 Azriel x Fem!OC
⭒Part 1⭒Part 2⭒Part 3⭒Part 4⭒
Word Count: 4.3k
Summary: Cassandra visits Vale. They get the information they need and Cassandra…gets revenge and we see a glimpse of her powers lurking under the surface.
Warnings/Tags: graphic depiction of violence. mentioned/implied rape. mentioned/implied castration. female rage. protective!azriel. protective!bat boys.
Authors Note: All likes, comments and reblogs are welcome, appreciated and encouraged! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! Bold italics are mental communication, regular italics are inner thoughts.
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“What’s going on?” Cassandra asked, looking at Rhysand then Azriel.
“Is everything okay?” Morrigan asks, setting her bags down, Cassandra following suit.
“We tried to question Vale today,” Rhysand responded, straightening out his suit jacket. Glancing at Azriel, who still wore that look of pure death.
“Tried?” Morrigan asks, her own arms folding across her chest.
Rhysand took in a deep breath, looking at Cassandra, a slight frown on his face.
“He said he’ll only answer our questions if you’re in the room—”
“No.” Morrigan cuts him off immediately, straightening her spine.
“Mor,” Rhysand warns.
“You’re actually considering it? You would let her be in a room with that—that monster,” She snarled, stepping closer to her friend’s side.
Cassanda’s eyes met Azriel’s again, less intense as if to comfort her but his shadows still a fury around him.
“He wouldn’t get anywhere near her. It’s not your decision, Morrigan,” Rhysand said, mouth in a tight line.
“It’s not yours either, it’s Cassandra’s,” Azriel said, “He doesn’t have to touch her to cause more trauma. You do not have to see him if you don’t want to.”
“But it would be a great help to easily get the information from him,” Rhysand said, giving his brother a warning look.
Cassandra chewed on her bottom lip. Morrigan was still standing partially in front of her, legs spread apart, arms crossed as if she would fight Rhysand if he tried to step towards her. Rhysand had an expecting look on his face and Cassian looked…awkward? Maybe he didn’t like his friends arguing this way. Cassandra knew she didn’t.
“What would I do, just stand there? Would I—would I have to talk to him?” She asked, and Rhys shook his head.
“No, of course not and yes you would just be there in the room,” Rhysand answers and Azriel hisses.
“That is not the full truth,” He says, siphons surging on the back of his hands, shadows darting in every direction.
“Azriel—”
“Tell me, Rhysand, please. I can handle it. I want to help but I have to know what I’m getting into,” She said, straightening herself out, stepping from behind Morrigan. How could she expect them to believe she could handle things if she stayed cowering behind Morrigan or Azriel? She could do this.
Azriel fixed her with a look, as if he was proud of her actions.
“He initially asked for Neema. She shut that down quickly. He then specifically asked for you because he…wants to look at you,” Rhysand explains and Cassandra felt her stomach flip, nausea overcoming her.
“I can get the answers we need in other ways without traumatizing her further,” Azriel growls at his brother, noticing her distress, “Cassandra, you don’t have to—”
“Look at me,” She repeated breathlessly. Blinking her eyes furiously to fight the images trying to flash before her. “That’s what he used to do. He couldn’t touch me because I would be damaged goods—he’d get less money for me. So he would make me stand there unclothed and look at me while he touched himself or Neema. Just let me look at you is what he would say.”
She heard the harsh breath Rhysand let out, she didn’t look his way.
“Cassandra,” It’s Azriel’s voice in her head but she shakes her head, breathing deeply.
In. Out.
In. Out.
In. Out.
She opens her eyes and looks into those hazel ones, patients and concern swirling there.
“You’ll be there?” She asked, and he nodded instantly.
“Of course, I’ll be there,” He answers. She nods to herself. Thinking.
“What happens to him after he’s questioned?” She ask, would he be let go? Locked away?
“He’ll be killed,” Rhysand answers bluntly.
“Good.” Is her answer. “I’ll do it.”
“You’re sure?” Azriel asks, worry creasing those brows while a relieved look comes over Rhysand’s face.
“Yes,” She answered. “When?”
“The sooner the better,” Rhysand said, and though he still looked relieved that Cassandra agreed she could see the apology in those violet eyes.
“I would like to put my things away first,” She said, Azriel crossing the short distance between them.
“I’ll help you bring your bags up,” He offered, giving her no room to protest before he scooped her bags up easily.
As they entered the house she could hear Mor as she began yelling at Rhysand.
Azriel let her lead the way to her bedroom, she was getting fairly good at navigating the halls. She liked to roam around in the middle of the night when everyone else was sleeping. This house was huge but she was sure she could get to the main areas of the house with little to no help.
When they got to her room she pushed the door open and walked in. She looked over her shoulder to see Azriel standing at the door. She raised an eyebrow in question and the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly.
“I can’t come in, remember,” He says, and she was glad to see some of that light amusement return to his eyes.
“Oh, well, come in,” she said, he looked skeptical for a moment before slowly extending his leg through the doorway before stepping fully in.
“Rhys doesn’t mess around with his wards,” He says when he notices the look on her face. “If you hadn’t invited me in and I tried to just walk in I would have ricochet off it straight into the wall back there.”
Cassandra let out a breathy laugh, gesturing to the bed for Azriel to put the bags down.
“Did you have a good day with Mor?” He asked gently and she turned to him with a small smile and nodded. She was grateful he asked. Talking about the day would distract her from what they were going to do after this.
“It was amazing, Azriel! I've never experienced anything like that. It was a bit overwhelming if I’m honest but Morrigan made it easy to enjoy myself,” She smiled again as he perched himself on the end of the bed, his attention focused fully on her. She grabbed one of the bags pulling it over—the one with all of the pastries in it.
“We went to this lovely little bakery,” she started, pulling out various treats. “Morrigan told me to pick out anything I wanted—everything looked and smelled so good, it was hard to choose.”
“It does smell delicious,” Azriel agreed, eyes scanning over the arrangement of food laid out on the bed, wrapped in papers and boxes.
“These two bags are just some clothes Morrigan helped me pick out, that one is a gown, I’m still not sure what I would need it for but it is very pretty,” She told him, grabbing that bag, unzipping it to show him the gown, the one that perfectly matched his siphons. If he noticed he didn’t comment.
“That is very pretty, you could wear it for Starfall coming up,” He said, a small smile on his face when she looked up at him.
“Do you think it would be possible for me to visit my mothers grave that day?” She asked, as Starfall was one of the few good memories she had with her mother.
“Of course, you never have to ask, we can go visit her any time you’d like,” Azriel promises, “What else did you get?”
Cassandra smiled at him, showing him the rest of her haul from the day. He snickered at the books but just as Morrigan had, said he would be more than happy to help her learn to read. It made her happier than he probably realized.
After she finished showing him everything he stepped out of the room so she could freshen up—change her clothes and mentally prepare herself.
She changed into an outfit that was a bit too big for her. Long sleeves and long pants. She didn’t want him to see her skin, she didn’t want him to see her at all. But what he did to Neema? To so many other girls? To her? She couldn’t sit by and not help get answers, justice.
She knew Azriel noted the outfit she was wearing but chose not to say anything.
“We’re going to winnow there, are you okay with that? We haven’t done it since that first night,” Azriel asked and Cassandra simply nodded, stepping closer to him, tucking her wings close to her back as he wrapped an arm around her.
The place they arrive at was beautiful yet terrifying.
“Where are we?” She asked, looking around. He doesn’t answer out loud as he leads her down a dark avenue.
“This is the Hewn City. The rest of Prythian does not know of the existence of Velaris. They believe Rhysand only rules over this part of the Night Court—the Court of Nightmares.”
“Oh.” Is her answer, she tries not to look at anything or anyone as thet move through the streets of this underground city—no, not underground, inside of a mountain. She wondered if it was the same mountain the House of a wind was on—she would ask later.
The walk was mostly silent. They walked across many bridges and flights of stairs. Going through most of the city. Down and around and down some more. Her legs and feet hurt and just when she was ready to tell Azriel she couldn’t go anymore they halted.
Cassandra looked at him in question. He simply nodded towards the wall, she didn’t see anything.
“He’s behind here,” Azriel explains, his eyes scanning her face.
“Okay,” she nodded slowly, not totally understanding since there was no door.
“Rhys will be there the entire time. Cassian will be there the entire time. I will be with you the entire time. Don't be fearful. Don’t let him scare you. If you find yourself feeling uncomfortable tell me immediately and I’ll get you out of there. He’s chained up, he will not lay a finger on you. If he even tried he would die,” Azriel promised. She looked up at him, unease filling her and took in a deep breath as he added , “Would you feel safer if I gave you this?”
She looked down, in his outstretched hand laid a black hilted dagger with a sharp and shiny blade.
She reached out, taking it gently from his hand.
“I’ve never used one before,” she whispered, looking down at the knife in her hand.
“You won’t need to use it, but if you did Truth Teller wouldn’t let you miss,” Azriel spoke confidently. “You ready?”
She looked up at him and nodded her head.
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Azriel hated this. Hated it. His shadows hissed in ear not to bring her in. To protect her. To grab her and take her back to the House of Wind.
And though he wanted to, he wouldn’t do that to her. She deserved to make her own decisions but this just felt so wrong.
But after he sheathed Truth Teller and tied it around her waist he felt slightly better.
She didn’t know the weight of the dagger, its power or what it meant to him. All that mattered in this moment is it made her feel safe and it gave him some peace of mind that if somehow this piece of shit got through three warriors she had a weapon that could kill.
“Lets go,” he says, offering his hand to her, she places it there gently and much to her surprise they turn to the wall and he led her straight through.
On the other side was a dark hall, no doors, lit only by a few lights and she grasped Azriel’s hand tighter.
“This is where we keep a majority of prisoners that haven’t been sentenced for crimes or are being questioned,” Azriel explained, voice low and quiet.
“Is Kamari here?”
“No, she’s in a cell under the House of Wind. She’s not dangerous—a terrible person yes, but not dangerous to anyone she could potentially interact with. We don’t want this guy anywhere near the females and too many of them live and work at the house. That’s why he’s here. No one can get in here except Rhys, Cassian, myself and anyone we choose to allow in,” Azriel explained, stopping at another seemingly empty stretch of wall. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay,” she said, fingers twisting at her side. “I’m scared to see him.”
“You don’t need to be scared but do you want to leave?” Azriel asks, taking a step closer to her, ready to scoop her up and take her home.
“No, I want to do this,” she shook her head.
“Okay, he’s right on the other side of this wall,” Azriel explained, trying to prepare her. “When we first walk in, his back will be to us so you don’t have to see his face straight away. You’re welcome to stand but there are chairs if you’d like to sit. Rhysand will be in charge of the interrogation if you believe he’s lying about something or leaving details out don’t hesitate to tell one of us. Rhys says he’ll have communications open so you can talk to him or Cassian easily if you need to. You do not have to speak to this guy but he will try to speak to you. He’s going to want to scare, to tell you all of the things he’s done—he knows what his fate is after we get what we want from him. You have the power here. You say stop then we stop and I take you out of there.”
Azriel watches as she takes a shaky break, closing her eyes to calm herself. When she opens them Azriel is still standing there patiently.
“Okay. Okay, I’m good,” She nods her head in a way that’s reassuring to herself, grazing her hand over Truth Teller before dropping her hands to her side.
She watches as Azriel approaches the wall, stepping through easily as they had done before. Another deep breath, wiping her sweaty palms across her pants before she too walks forward, straight through the wall.
The room is a bit brighter than the hallway and it takes her eyes a moment to adjust before they fix on the figure in the middle of the room. His blue skin and the clothes he’s wearing looks dirty, he’s chained to a chair and his head turns slightly as if sensing she entered the room, but not enough to see her yet. She wanted to cling to the wall and beg Azriel to come back to her side.
But she didn’t.
She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of cowering.
She knew the three men in this room wouldn’t allow any harm to come to her. She scanned the room, there were two chairs further away from where the male was sitting while Rhysand sat in one directly in front of the male just a few steps away. Cassian stood with his back to a large stone, giving her a small nod when they made eye contact and Azriel stood there behind the man—in a spot she could see him from wherever she chose to stand, a look on his face she hadn’t quite seen before. She could tell only one thing about that look though, he would enjoy killing Vale.
Cassandra made her way to the opposite wall of where she had entered, choosing not to sit but to stand, using the wall as support, keeping her wings tucked as she leaned back against the wall.
“Come on High Lord, give me my sight back now. You said I would be able to see her,” Vale hissed, the sound of his voice like a shot of ice down her spine, she suppressed the reaction easily enough.
Rhysand looked over his shoulder at Cassandra, silently asking her if she was okay, if she was ready. She simply nodded. He waved his hand and those eyes, the ones she still had dreams about suddenly zeroed in on her. It took everything in her to suppress any reaction that time.
A grin spread across his face as his eyes tracked her body. Up and down, taking in every detail.
“Wow. Look at you,” he said, licking his lips, “you look even better than I remember. I…wish I could see more.”
“Yeah, well you can’t,” Cassian is the one to answer.
“What no hello?” Vale grinned again.
“She’s not required to speak to you, that wasn’t part of the deal,” Rhysand’s voice thundered through the room.
“Not that she could anyway” Vale sniggered, nodding his head, eyes still trained on Cassandra. “Alright come on, ask me the questions.”
He sounded bored but Cassandra wasn’t stupid and neither were any of the males in that room. There was fear in those black eyes. He did indeed know his fate.
“How long have you been in the business of purchasing females and selling them to sex houses?” Rhysand asked.
“I don’t know, a year maybe,” Vale groans at the look Rhysand gives home. “Look, man, I drink and smoke myself out every day I lose a good bit of time.”
“I was at the pleasure house with Kamari for 2 years and with him for almost a year.” Cassandra says, and Rhys nods in acknowledgment.
“Wanna think a little harder about that? It’s definitely been more than a year,” Rhysand said, Vale narrowing his eyes into slits.
“How could you possibly know that? Why ask if you’re just gonna say I’m lying?” Vale bares his teeth at Rhysand.
“Why lie in the first place? You know your fate, lying won’t change that. You know I could enter your mind and destroy it in a second while getting the answers I seek. I’m doing you a courtesy by asking this way.”
Vale is silent for a moment before glancing at Cassandra. “Four years.”
“How many women did you buy and sell during that time? How did you find them?” Rhysand asked, Vale took a deep breath, looking up at the roof as if thinking.
“Probably eighty,” He says, Rhys’ face hardens further at that—Cassian’s mouth falling open slightly.
“Eighty women in four years? Or 80 every year for four years?” Rhys asks through clenched teeth.
“Eighty in all four years,” Vale confirms and while it’s a relief, that’s still a lot of women. “Most of them were sold to me by family members who owed me money, but couldn't pay it back so they sold me a daughter, wife, sister instead.”
“How did you learn of these pleasure houses buying females from people like you?” Rhysand asked.
“Word gets around the streets. There’s only three that will buy the females. The Velvet Pearl, Hidden Desires and Lavender house. Kamari recruits men to find the women and sells them for money—usually addicts looking for a fix. She buys her drugs from me, that's how I got started.” Vale explained.
“How many of them did you keep for yourself?” Rhysand asked, and Vale just laughed.
“Not as many as you might think. It never even crossed my mind to have a little fun with the merchandise before selling to the pleasure houses. Neema—she’s the only one I ever kept seeing as she’s my mate and all,” Vale confessed and Cassandra couldn’t stop the gasp she took in.
“That’s right,” Vale grinned. “The bond snapped into place the night her brother sold her to me.”
“And you thought that was the proper way to treat your mate,” Cassian snarls. Vale simply shrugs his shoulders, looking back at Cassandra.
“If she hadn’t been my mate though, I would have kept you,” Vale said, smiling at Cassandra. “Everything I did to her I would have done to you—including removing those horrid wings. Tell me, which one of these bastards got the pleasure of bending you over and fucking you—”
Vale’s rant is cut off when one of Azriel’s shadows wraps around his throat. The blue skinned male chokes, eyes widening.
“I’d watch your fucking mouth if I were you,” Azriel hisses, only letting up his shadow’s grip when Cassandra nods her head at him.
“At least any one of these males could get a woman into their bed without having to rape her,” Cassandra retorts, Cassian snorting out an amused laugh, relaying the message when Vale looked his way, turning back and snarling at Cassandra like a rabid wolf.
The interrogation went on for what felt like hours. Vale answered the questions Rhysand asked. Cassandra confirmed if he was being truthful or not for certain things. And they all stood there as he described every awful, vile, disgusting thing he did to the women he bought and sold. How he had brutalized and assaulted them before selling them off to be salves for pleasure houses.
He knew none of their names. None except Neema. He didn’t even know Cassandra’s name and she was standing right there in front of him.
He did however know the names of all the ones who sold the females—they now had a list of where to start, of how to find the females that had been sold off to the three pleasure houses.
It’s was when they were getting ready to leave that things started going sideways. Azriel had check in many times with Cassandra to make sure she was okay. And she had been, despite this feeling in her stomach, this thrumming that made her skin feel like it was vibrating.
“So, I guess it would be out of line to ask for a turn with you before I go out?” Vale laughed, leering at Cassandra. And it was Cassian’s fist that landed the blow to his face.
“Fuck! You know,” Vale continued with a laugh, blood dripping from his mouth, “your father almost sold me your sister instead. Pretty little thing she is.”
He just wants to rile you up.
He wants to scare you.
He wants a reaction.
“Only he wouldn’t have got as much for her cause she’d had sex with some male. She was used—but man, if he had I would have kept her, too, I would have taken both of you and kept you just like that little bitch in my basement—“
Cassandra snarled and something inside of her snapped. Before anyone could blink she was across the room Truth Teller gripped in her hand and pressed against Vale’s throat as she crouched over him. Black eyes widened in shock—fear. Good. He wasn’t expecting it.
“Cassandra?” Azriel’s concerned voice sounded muffled and far away. She didn’t take her eyes away from the man cowering beneath her.
“She can shield?!” is Cassian's alarmed shout.
“Cassandra?!” Rhys calls out, feeling whatever shield was around her vibrate as he sent a blast of magic into it.
“I don’t think she can hear us, Rhys!” Azriel calls out.
Cassandra could hear them but the look on Vale’s face was too satisfying to look away from. She pressed the dagger harder against his neck, digging it into the skin there, scenting his blood.
“Are you afraid?” She asked, faces only inches apart. She wasn’t sure how she was talking to him but she didn’t care either. Not when the smell of blood mixed with urine as he pissed on himself.
“Please, p—please,” he begged, trying to pull away from the blade digging into his throat.
“Cassandra, come on, let the shield down, love!”
“I remember begging you like that before you took my tongue. I shouldn’t let them kill you, everything you did to me, to Neema, to all those other girls you deserve to have done to you,” she snarls, Truth Teller thrumming in her hand as if encouraging her to slit his throat and watch him bleed out.
“What the hell is happening, Rhys?” Cassian’s voice rings outside of that shield.
“Fuck!” Azriel hisses as he tries to touch that shield, his hand bouncing off of it immediately.
“I should take your eyes,” she declared. “So that you can never look at anyone again. I should take your tongue the way you took mine. Chop off your cock so you can never fuck again. I should do all that and let you live with it every day of your miserable life!”
He cries out, struggling under her and she laughs. Right there in his face she laughs.
This is the male she had been afraid of?
This is the male that tortured her everyday in that basement? This pathetic excuse of a male.
“Absolutely pathetic,” she spits, snarling at him.
She drops Truth Teller from her hand, falling somewhere between their bodies as she grips his head on either side. “Look at me!” She bellows, forcing his eyes to meet hers. Panicked terror looked back at her and she smiled.
“Kill me, just kill me, please!” He begged, thrashing under her, her wings spreading to keep herself stead where she was crouched over him—drowning out the voices beyond the shield. He’d had no remorse for anyone else, he deserved no remorse. She leans down, close to his ear, changing her grip on his head.
“No,” she mouths against his ear as it echoes in his head. Then her thumbs are pressing into those black soulless eyes, his screams echoing around them with nowhere to go, pressing and pressing until they pop. Turning into a bloody mess under her hands. His screams don’t stop as she speaks.
“You’ll never see again,” she said, grabbing Truth Teller once again sliding it along his exposed skin. “You're lucky I don’t take your hands and tongue. I won’t take your life either. You’ll suffer the way me and so many other girls did.”
She slides off of him, his screams turning into whimpering cries.
“Cassandra?” The voice sounded normal again and she looked up, green eyes meeting violet. “Are you okay?”
“Am I okay?” She asked, glancing at the man she had just maimed without a second thought.
“I’m not worried about him, are you okay?” Rhysand asks again, taking a step closer to her.
“I’m okay,” she nods, slipping Truth Teller back into its sheath, not hiding the angry tears that welled in her eyes. “I want him to have to live with what he’s done. Death will be too kind for the offenses he’s committed—for the way he’s violated so many.”
“If you no longer wish death on this male so be it, we will lock him away to rot for the rest of his days,” Rhysand promises and I nod my head.
“I only have one request,” I tell him, glancing at the man still moaning and whimpering—whispering to himself about his eyes being gone and begging for mercy.
“What is it?” Rhysand asked.
“Take his cock,” I demand, there’s no question or judgement in those eyes. He nods but Azriel is the one to speak up.
“Done.”
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Forced To Believe Chapter 56- Public Displays of Affection
Chapter Summary: The Shield take on Rosa, The NAO and Kane at Wrestlemania 30. Morgan makes up her mind about Ambrose
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Kane and Dean start the match while Morgan grips the ropes tightly, still annoyed at the slap she got from Rosa.
'In due time...' She thought as she looked around at the thousands of people in attendance.
She still couldn't believe she was here at WrestleMania 30. Kane and Dean exchange words before they go at it. Kane throws him right into the corner and starts hitting him with punches until the ref breaks it up. Ambrose starts to fight back but gets hit with an uppercut by Kane. He stumbles into Kane's corner as Kane starts to distract the ref. Rosa takes the opportunity to hit Ambrose with a cheap shot as the crowd boos.
"And a cheap shot by Rosa." Cole looked on.
"Never take your eyes off that Hell Cat," King declared. "She's a beauty but boy is she deadly."
"Are you friggin' kidding me!?" Morgan shouted angrily.
Rosa starts giving the fans a show by flipping her hair around, earning whistles from people in the crowd.
"And Rosa isn't listening to a word, Morgan is saying," Cole said as Morgan made a frustrated growl while Rosa blew her a kiss.
"As soon as I'm in this ring with you, I'm gonna wipe that stupid smirk off your face!" The Outspoken Diva shouted and stood on the middle rope before Seth and Roman calmed her down.
Celeste tweets 'A lot of showboating going on by Rosa. But #CanSheBackItUp?'
Billy gets tagged in and hits Ambrose with an arm drag before putting him in an arm submission.
"Come on, Ambrose." Seth supported as The Shield looked on intently.
Billy throws Dean back to his corner and tags in Road Dogg as they start stomping on him. Road Dogg hits Ambrose with a belly to belly suplex and goes for the pin as Dean kicks out at two.
"Come on, boy. Come on, boy. It's time you learned your lesson." Road Dogg taunted and pushed his face around.
"Let's go, Dean." Roman cheered on.
"Go crazy!" Morgan shouted which made Ambrose glance at her. "They don't call you the lunatic fringe for nothing, right?"
Dean punches Road Dogg away, making him stumble back. Suddenly, Ambrose slaps himself in the face.
Nikki tweets 'Oooooo that triggered something. #MorganTheTrigger'
"Hey, that worked. Keep doing what you're doing." Seth praised Morgan.
"Not good enough! Get whacked out!" she exclaimed as Ambrose started to laugh like a madman and hit himself in the face again.
"Morgan trying to motivate Ambrose." Cole looked on.
"You gotta go deeper," Roman said to her.
"Deeper? This is as deep as I can go. What else do you want me to do?" She asked.
Seth and Roman gave her a look and she nervously chuckled.
"You're kidding, right? That's not necessary." She tried to reason as they continued to stare at her. "Why me?"
"Why not?" Roman countered.
"You guys are doing this on purpose." She exhaled and turned her attention back to Dean, who was on his knees after getting kicked by Road Dogg. "Hey! Don't just lie there! Where's that erratic and destructive side of Ambrose I fell in love with?!"
That starts to trigger Ambrose into gaining momentum as he starts fighting back against Road Dogg. Road Dogg kicks him to the ropes but Dean comes back and hits him with a clothesline as the crowd cheers.
"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Seth shouted.
"Could this be the opening Ambrose needs, to make a tag?" Cole asked as Dean crawled his way towards his teammates.
The crowd cheers loudly as soon as the Divas get tagged in.
"Yes! Divas!" King cheered.
"Oh, this is gonna be good," JBL said.
"Let's go! Come on!" Rosa shouted as she got in the ring.
"I'll make sure you can never dance, that disgraceful dance again!" Morgan yelled and jumped over the ropes, landing inside the ring.
The Outspoken Diva runs and spears Rosa down as she starts hitting her with hard shots to the face.
"These two aren't messing around. All the emotion, the attacks, everything these two have done to each other. These two want to destroy each other." Cole said.
Rosa turns them around and starts hitting Morgan with hard shots to the face until the ref breaks them up. Back on their feet, Rosa kicks Morgan in the stomach and slams her back down before kicking her in the stomach again to make her turn face first on the mat. She locks in a camel clutch submission as the crowd motivates Morgan to get out of it. Morgan gets on her feet and rushes backward into a turnbuckle, making Rosa release the hold. She takes the opportunity to perform the handspring back elbow smash but Rosa dropkicks her back, making her fall back down on the mat.
"Rosa has been studying Morgan, lately." Cole looked on.
She drags Morgan to the bottom turnbuckle in a corner and starts choking her with her boot.
"Come on Rosa! Get off of her! 1! 2! 3! 4!" The ref shouted and she released the hold at four.
Morgan manages to get up and tries to fight back but Rosa kicks her in the midsection and drops her with a swinging neckbreaker. She quickly goes for the pin but Morgan kicks out at two. Rosa bangs on the mat and glares at the ref.
"Come on!" She complained and started arguing with the ref.
Melanie laid on her back and looked up at the ceiling to rest for a moment. She wanted to make sure to make Milena look good as her character, Rosa Mendes, and it looked like things were going quite well in their match. The fact that they were wrestling here at Mania and in front of her cousin Chyna made her heart soar. She was beyond grateful and couldn't wait to perform the planned spots for the match.
Milena went back up to Melanie and gripped her hair, making her stand up.
"Okay, like we planned. Throw me across the ring by my hair," Melanie murmured to her with her hair in her face.
Roughly gripping her hair, Rosa tosses her across the ring, making Morgan grunt loudly and hold her head.
"I am the freakin' Costa Rican!" Rosa yelled at the crowd and put her arms out as the crowd gave her mixed reactions.
"Rosa seems very confident tonight," Cole said.
Brie tweets 'Somebody please #ShutRosaUp'
"I want you to watch as I make your baby cousin suffer!" Rosa pointed at Chyna while Chyna looked unimpressed and narrowed her eyes at her.
"And Rosa with the trash talking," Cole added.
She grabs Morgan by the hair again but gets punched in the midsection. Morgan runs to the ropes but Rosa counters with a tilt a whirl backbreaker and goes for the pin. Morgan kicks out at two as Rosa starts to get more frustrated.
"Come on, Morgan!" Seth cheered.
All of a sudden, Morgan hits Rosa with the backfire out of nowhere.
"There you go!" Roman clapped.
"Stay on her," Dean advised.
As the divas get up, they start punching each other back and forth. The crowd cheers 'Yay' for Morgan, and 'Boo' for Rosa until Morgan hits her with a few clotheslines and one leg dropkicks. Rosa manages to throw Morgan to the ropes and tries to go for a clothesline but Morgan slides down on her knees. She gets back up and quickly hits Rosa with a roundhouse kick, and pins her until Rosa's mom grabs her ankles, pulling her out of the ring.
"And look at Rosa's mother getting involved!" Cole exclaimed.
"I knew something like this was going to happen," King said as Rosa's mom tried to look innocent while The Shield was not happy.
"Son of a..." Morgan mumbled but all of a sudden, Jane jumped over the barricade as the crowd got excited.
"Where is Jane going!?" King asked in a high pitched voice.
"This has gone far long enough!" Jane shouted and tackled Rosa's mom down as the two of them began rolling around, fighting each other.
Celeste tweets 'The moms are going at it! Sweet! #MamaWars'
Rosa gets out the ring and kicks Jane off her mother. Before she can get her hands on her, Morgan and The Shield stand in front of Jane while The Outlaws and Kane stand in front of Rosa's mother.
"Back it up. Back it up, now." Ambrose threatened while Morgan checked on her mom.
"You back it up! Check that woman. She isn't supposed to be out here." Road Dogg pointed.
"And what about her?" Seth pointed to Rosa's mother.
"Are you okay?" Morgan asked with worry as she helped Jane.
"Oh hush, I'm fine. But I still want to get my hands on that witch." Jane replied. "I'm staying at ringside to make sure there is no more funny business."
Morgan nods and gets in the ring to tag in Seth while Rosa tags in Billy. Seth begins to take control by hitting him with one leg dropkicks. He kicks Billy in the midsection and strikes him with three suplexes. Billy crawls over to the middle ropes where The Shield is. While the ref was trying to calm down Rosa's team from protesting about The Shield's offense, Morgan decided to kick Billy in the face, getting a positive reaction from the crowd.
"Hey! Hey! Ref! Did you see that!?" Rosa shouted as she started to argue with the referee.
Billy begins to fight back before Seth hits him with an enzuigiri. They both crawl to their teammates as Morgan and Road Dogg get tagged in.
"Come on Morgan, you don't want to do this. You're gonna regret this. Just leave the ring." Road Dogg said, amused, but Morgan shook her head. "I warned ya,"
They circle around each other before locking up. Road Dogg clotheslines her and begins doing his little dance as he goes for the elbow. But Morgan moves out the way, making him hit the mat as Chyna smirks in satisfaction.
"Good..." Chyna said under her breath, nodding in approval.
"Looks like Chyna's been telling Morgan some secrets," King said.
"Morgan has said that she has been studying The Outlaws for the past few weeks," Cole added.
Road Dogg narrows his eyes at her and turns his attention to Chyna, understanding the situation.
"I see how it is..." He retorted and stood up.
They lock up again and he tries to go for the DDT but Morgan counters it with a kick in the midsection as Road Dogg starts to look annoyed.
"And Road Dogg does not look happy," Cole said as The Shield looked on with amusement.
"It's like she knows what moves he's going to do," JBL said.
Road Dogg starts arguing with the ref, and Rosa takes advantage by attacking Morgan from behind and hitting her with the Gory bomb as the crowd boos. Rosa gets back on the apron and looks at her nails while Road Dogg grins.
"What did you do?" The ref asked as he looked down at the pained expression on Morgan's face.
"I wasn't doing anything. I was just minding my business." Rosa replied while Billy Gunn agreed.
The Shield start trash talking to the Outlaws and Kane while Road Dogg starts taunting the crowd. He turns to Chyna and kicks Morgan in the stomach, making her groan in pain. Not liking the assault, Chyna clenches her fists and gives him a sharp look.
"Are you mad?" He provoked and slid out the ring to where Chyna was sitting. "She's a waste of space in this company! Seeing her reminds me of how terrible you were back in the day."
"Uh oh," JBL said as Chyna slowly stood up from her seat as the fans looked on with interest.
She punches him in the face and jumps over the barricade to start unloading on him with punches as the crowd goes wild.
"What is she thinking!? She's assaulting Road Dogg!" JBL shouted.
Celeste tweets 'Whoa! Did not see that coming! #ChynaStillGotIt'
"She's not assaulting him! She's giving him justice!" King exclaimed. "Go Chyna, go!"
"Chyna wasn't going to stand for the disrespect," Cole said.
'You Still Got It! You Still Got It!' The crowd chants as she ruthlessly attacks Road Dogg.
Morgan watches her beat him up with a satisfied expression. After all these years, she's still a hard hitter and never backs down to the men in wrestling. It was one of the things Morgan admires about her, and why she looks up to Chyna for wrestling.
"What is she doing!? She's not a part of the match!" JBL exclaimed.
"I don't care! Chyna's still got it! Woo hoo!" King shouted excitedly.
Rosa begins yelling at Chyna from the apron, annoyed at how she interfered in the match. Billy Gunn quickly gets off the apron and grabs Chyna off of Road Dogg.
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? What are you doing?" Billy exclaimed and released her as she turned around to face him.
"This is some reunion. These three have so much history together." Cole informed as Chyna and Billy faced off.
The crowd begins to boo once the ref manages to break everything up. Chyna sits back in her seat with an angry expression on her face while Road Dogg tags in Billy Gunn to take on Rollins.
"I don't think this is the last we'll be seeing of Chyna. The crowd will not be disappointed." King said.
"Can you believe her?" Road Dogg glanced at Chyna while Kane chuckled to himself, remembering the beating he received.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Seth hits Billy with a snapmare and tags in Morgan as she connects with a shining wizard.
"Nice takedown by Morgan." Cole complimented as she tagged in Roman.
Roman begins to take control of Billy before hitting him with a Samoan drop. He tags Morgan back in, and she gets on the top rope.
"Morgan's going sky high." Cole looked on.
She does her taunt, earning more cheers before hitting Billy with a moonsault.
"Beautiful moonsault by Morgan. I love it when she flies." King praised.
She tags Seth back in as he starts taking control of Billy. Road Dogg starts arguing with Seth after he hits Billy with a springboard diving knee to the head. Road Dogg decides to get in the ring but gets kicked in the midsection and thrown into a corner, following Billy Gunn running into him in the corner by Rollins.
"Quick tags by The Shield. Smart move." JBL said once Rollins tagged Morgan back in.
Morgan gets in the ring and hits The Outlaws with a handspring back elbow smash, making Chyna smile.
"That put a huge smile on Chyna's face!" King said while Morgan tagged Roman in.
"Not a lot of communication between Ambrose and Morgan tonight." Cole observed.
"Don't talk negative." JBL snapped. "They'll be okay. They'll work together in the match. I'm sure he's still resting after the offense he's taken, earlier."
Roman gets caught in an arm submission by Billy and starts to get worn down. Billy hits him with a suplex, and Rosa takes the opportunity to tag herself in. He holds Roman up and she hits him with a few slaps in the face.
"Rosa adding insult to injury," Cole looked on.
"I'm surprised she's in the ring with Roman Reigns of all people. She's lost her mind." JBL said as Rosa taunted the crowd again, earning mixed reactions.
She blows Morgan a kiss, which triggers The Outspoken Diva's annoyance.
"Oh, don't worry!" Morgan stood up on the middle rope. "I'm gonna wipe that dumb grin off your face! You're gonna get it! I promise you!"
"Shut up, you little brat!" Rosa shouted back before tagging in Kane while Seth and Dean calmed Morgan down.
"Now Kane is in the ring. Roman desperately needs to make a tag." Cole said.
Kane picks Roman up and hits him with a throat thrust, wearing him down even more. The crowd starts trying to motivate Roman as he gets thrown to the ropes. He manages to spear Kane out of nowhere and goes for the pin.
"Spear! Spear!" Cole shouted.
"Yes!" Morgan cheered.
The Outlaws manage to break up the pin just in time but then Ambrose gets in the ring and drops them with a double clothesline, before unloading on Road Dogg. As soon as he turns around, he gets dropped with a big boot by Kane.
"What a boot by Kane. Ambrose is out." King winced at the impact.
Kane turns around and gets hit by Roman's superman punch, making the crowd get louder. Meanwhile, Rosa decides to get on the top rope.
"What the-what is Rosa doing now?" Cole asked with an amused tone.
She does a loud battle cry and lunges herself at Roman, only to be caught by him in a powerbomb hold.
"No! No! Let me go! Let me go!" She screamed as Morgan started to smirk and climbed on a top rope.
"Uh oh, Morgan is searching for that dark place. That smirk means bad things." JBL said.
People in the crowd stand up and are in shock as they watch as Kane manages to lift Roman up for a powerbomb hold as well while Roman continues to lift up Rosa.
This spot was insane but they all were hoping it would be successful for this match. Butterflies were in Melanie's stomach as she waited for her cue to attack. She truly hoped she wouldn't miss.
"Now this is a WrestleMania moment!" King exclaimed
"Oh my gosh, Rosa! Get her down, Roman!" JBL shouted.
"Look out!" King shouted in a high voice.
Seth jumps on the ropes and dropkicks Kane while Morgan jumps off the top rope, giving Rosa a clothesline. Everyone drops down and lands on the mat. The roar of the crowd got louder as they start chanting 'Holy shit'.
"Oh my gosh, these competitors may be broken in half!" Cole shouted.
"This is insane!" JBL yelled.
"Oh my gosh! Is Morgan okay!? Is Rosa okay!? Are the divas all right!?" King shouted as the crowd chanted 'This is awesome!'.
Morgan lies on the mat, face first, breathing heavily while the ref checks on all the competitors.
'Niiiiice.' Melanie praised herself for a job well done while loving the loud cheers.
"No one is moving!" King looked on.
"We need to see that a couple of times," Cole said as the titantron showed the replay of the big move 5 times, 2 in slow motion.
"The reckless nature of some of these competitors can be a thrill to watch," King said as everyone started moving and crawling their way to their corners.
Morgan rolls out the ring and rolls over on the back, exhausted. Jane checks on her, comforting her in a motherly way. Seth and Dean roll back over to their apron and rest, while the Outlaws roll over to their apron to rest. Rosa rolls out the ring on her side and rolls on the front of her body, exhausted from the impact as her mother comforts her.
"I hate to see these wonderful divas get so extreme against each other during this match," King mentioned.
"Who are you rooting for?" Cole asked.
"I love them both, I can't choose!"
Roman and Kane are left alone in the ring again as they start hitting each other with back and forth punches. 'Yay' for Roman, 'Boo' for Kane until Roman connects with a leaping clothesline. He throws Kane to the ropes and connects with a Samoan Drop before tagging in Rollins.
"Here comes The Architect," Cole said as Rollins began hitting Kane with multiple kicks and landing a kick to the back of the head.
Kane stumbles to the turnbuckle as Rollins runs and hits him with a big splash. Rollins continues the assault by giving him a reverse STO into the middle turnbuckle.
"Is there a camera on Rosa or Morgan? Are they still down?" King asked with concern and a camera showed them still down and out. "Oh man, this is not good!"
"Calm down. They are strong women. They'll survive. Stop your whining," JBL retorted.
Brie tweets 'WWEMorgan101 isn't moving at all. I hope she didn't hurt herself badly.'
Celeste tweets 'Morgan! Get your butt up and show the guys how it's done! Don't just lie there! Get up and fight my grape monster!'
Kane manages to fight back and tag in Road Dogg. He hits Rollins with a clothesline and gives him the Shake, Rattle and Roll. He throws Seth to his team and starts distracting the ref, making Kane and Billy strike him with cheap shots.
Dean starts pacing on the ropes while glancing at Morgan who is still down and out. He was contemplating if he should check on her or give her space because of their strained relationship with each other. Part of him wants to check on her, but the other part of him thinks she will push him away. He decides against checking on her, knowing her fighting spirit, and leaves her to recover on her own. She could handle herself and was not going to give up so easily.
"She's okay," Roman reassured him after watching him glance at her occasionally.
"I-I know that," Ambrose murmured.
As much as Ambrose tries to hide his emotions, part of him is full of grief for the mistakes he's made in the past while Morgan suffered. Even if Morgan said she forgave him, it wasn't enough for him. He started to think negatively about her answer, thinking that she just said it so he could stop apologizing. He thought she did not mean it. The words 'I forgive you' weren't enough for him. She would have to do something stronger to prove to him that she forgave him for everything.
Those words she said to him ran through his head again. Did she mean it? Does she still love him? Does she trust him again? Did she say it so he could back off? Did she say it to leave her alone? Did she move on from him? More negative thoughts went inside the Lunatic Fringe's head.
"Dean. Relax." Roman put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Stop beating yourself up. Everything is gonna be fine."
He let out a breath and nodded. "All right..."
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Seth finally gains momentum by kicking Road Dogg in the back of the head as the crowd cheers loudly.
"This may be Seth's opening," Cole said.
"Hey, what I miss?" Morgan smiled, standing right next to Ambrose on the apron.
Ambrose snaps his head to the Outspoken diva right next to him and smiles at her, keeping his cool.
"You're about to kick their asses." He replied.
She let out a laugh. "I like the sound of that."
She turns her attention to Rollins who tags her in as she gets in the ring while Rosa gets in the ring as well.
That smile she gave him...was it genuine? Dean shook his head, trying to get the negative thoughts out of his head. It was starting to drive him insane as he tried to keep his composure.
"Ambrose is showing a lot of emotions tonight. One minute he's calm, the next he's irate. What is going through his head?" Cole wondered.
"I don't know and honestly, I don't want to find out," King replied.
Morgan connects with three clotheslines, a left kick then a right kick, and a roundhouse kick to the face. The Outspoken Diva throws Rosa to the corner and connects with a handspring elbow smash. Rosa falls down face first, and Morgan traps her in the Breakdown submission as the crowd gets hyped.
"Uh oh, Rosa's in trouble!" Cole said as she tried to fight her way out of the hold.
Without the ref looking, due to the distraction of Kane, Billy kicks Morgan in the back of the head, making her release the hold. He quickly got back on the apron while the ref turned back to the women.
"Ow!" Morgan shouted as she stood up, rubbing the back of her head. Turning to Billy, she frowned. "Are you kidding!?"
Taking advantage, Rosa manages to kick Morgan in the midsection and throws her across the ring by the hair once again.
"Rosa is playing very dirty tonight. I love her feisty attitude," King said.
Rosa mocks Morgan's cocky curtsy, earning some loud boos from the diehard Morgan fans. She turns to The Shield and starts taunting them before walking straight up to Ambrose, giving him a stinging slap in the face, which surprises the crowd.
"Whoa!" King shouted.
"Is she insane!?" JBL exclaimed.
"That's for being a stupid fool!" Rosa yelled at Dean.
"The hell do you think you're doing!?" Seth shouted as he and Roman looked at her in disbelief.
"Shut your mouth, two tones." She put her hand in his face while Ambrose tilted his head to the side and rubbed his cheek.
Naomi tweets 'Rosa is funny. I love it. #TalkToTheHand'
Brie tweets 'Don't think that was a wise move LaRosaMendes. #NowIsTheTimeToRepent'
Celeste tweets 'So! When is LaRosaMendes' funeral once Ambrose gets his hands on her? #GotMySpeechWritten #HereLiesRosaMendes #DeadWomanWalking'
"This!" Rosa flaunted her body around with a smirk. "This is what you could have had! Remember that."
Ambrose starts to seethe while Seth and Roman calm him down.
"Control that hot head!" JBL pointed out.
"Rosa, obviously upset at the fact that she's still not with Ambrose after their confrontation months ago," Cole reminded.
Rosa gets on top of Morgan and starts unloading on her with slaps and punches.
"I'm going to embarrass you in front of the whole world!" she screamed and got off of her.
She throws Morgan to the ropes before hitting her with a sidewalk slam, making Morgan groan in pain. She goes for the pin but The Shield's girl kicks out a two.
"Rosa has been very aggressive these past few months. It's starting to become a good advantage for her." Cole said as Rosa put her in a cross armed surfboard submission from behind.
Morgan makes an aggravated sound effect. "Let go!" She screamed.
"Tap out!" Rosa screamed back and leaned back more.
"Don't break her back! She's bending her in ways that she shouldn't bend!" King said with concern.
"Morgan! Do not tap out! Come on!" Roman yelled.
"Come on, Morgan! You got this! Do not tap out! Don't!" Rollins shouted and began stomping on a steel step, trying to motivate her with the crowd.
"Come on, sweetie!" Jane banged on the mat for support.
She manages to fight her way out by breaking free of Rosa's hands, only to be beaten down again by her. Rosa stands up and throws her to her corner. She starts to distract the ref while Road Dogg kicks Morgan in the back of the head.
"Son of a..." Morgan grumbled as she held the back of her head.
Ambrose snaps and starts to growl as he gets in the ring, lunging himself at Road Dogg, and making them fall out of the ring.
"And Ambrose has had enough!" Cole looked on as all the guys started fighting outside the ring, with The Shield getting the upper hand.
Back in the ring, Morgan gets on her knees but Rosa strikes her with a hard kick to the face, making the crowd 'Oh' at the impact. Morgan falls back down on her back, holding her face in pain. Rosa starts to evilly laugh and looks in delight at her pained expression.
"This woman loves pain, doesn't she?" JBL assumed.
"Rosa is just stalking Morgan now," Cole observed.
Rosa walks over to the ropes while The Outspoken diva tries to get up in the middle of the ring.
"Bye bye Morgan!" Rosa screamed as she ran towards her and gave her a nasty swinging neckbreaker as the crowd 'Ohs' at the impact.
"Gosh...I think Rosa knocked Morgan out. This may be it." King said as Jane started to look concerned.
Rosa's mother starts cheering and jumping up and down. Rosa gets on her hands and knees as she looks down at Morgan, laughing at her.
"You see Morgan!? I'm better than you! I'm gonna beat you! I am gonna-"
"Seth Rollins!" Cole shouted as Rollins stomped on the back of Rosa's head, hitting her with the Peace of Mind, earning loud cheers. "Seth Rollins! He just came out of nowhere!"
Celeste tweets 'Hahaha! Now THAT was funny!'
"What in the world!?" King shouted.
"That's what you get!" Seth shouted and got hyped up.
He drags Morgan on top of Rosa's body as the ref goes for the pin. Billy Gunn dropkicks Seth out of the ring and quickly breaks up the pin. He waits for Morgan to get up before hitting her with the Famouser.
"Famouser on Morgan!" Cole exclaimed.
Billy drags Rosa on top of Morgan as the ref goes for the pin. As soon as Billy turns around, he gets speared by Reigns.
"Spear!"
Roman grabs Rosa's leg and pulls her off of Morgan, breaking up the pin. Rosa glares at him and stands up, slapping him in the face.
"Who do you think you are!? Don't you dare put your hands on me!" She screamed.
Suddenly, Roman picks her up in the Samoan drop hold.
"No! No!" She screamed as she started kicking her legs.
Roman roars and drops her down for the Samoan drop and drags Morgan on top of her for the pin. Road Dogg gets in the ring and clotheslines him as he rolls out of the ring. He breaks up the pin and hits Morgan with a big boot.
"Jeesh! How many kicks in the face is Morgan going to receive tonight!?" King exclaimed as Road Dogg dragged Rosa on top of Morgan for another pin.
Seth manages to break up the pin and hits Road Dogg with an enzuigiri, making him roll out the ring. As soon as Rosa gets on her knees, Rollins hits her with a diving knee to the head and drags Morgan on top of her. The ref begins to count while Kane connects a big boot to Seth's face. Kane breaks up the pin and grabs Morgan, preparing for the chokeslam.
"Oh no, don't do this! Don't!" JBL exclaimed as Kane raised her high up in the air.
"Chokeslam!" Cole shouted as he dropped her down and dragged Rosa on top of her for the pin. "These two divas are like punching bags, getting hit with all these finishers."
"1!"
"2!"
Seth and Roman quickly break up the pin.
"And The Shield stay alive! Amazing teamwork."
Ambrose gets back in the ring and attacks Kane as they roll outside the ring. They start hitting each other back and forth with punches before going over the barricade.
"Where is Ambrose going!?" King wondered.
"I got a bad feeling about this. This reminds me of Elimination Chamber." JBL added.
Meanwhile, Seth and Roman get beaten down at ringside by The Outlaws as Rosa recovers in the ring. Roman gets thrown into the barricade and back in the ring, Morgan is hurt as Rosa stands in a corner, watching her every move. The Outlaws get on the apron and Kane starts walking back to ringside.
"Wait, where's Ambrose!?"
Celeste tweets 'As I feared...'
"Looks like The Shield has bigger problems," Cole said as Kane got on the apron.
Morgan gets on her knees and exhales.
'All alone...' She thought to herself.
Rosa's team gets in the ring and Morgan goes after Kane but gets grabbed by the Outlaws as they hold her down for Rosa.
Rosa fixes her boot. "You wanna bleed on your face, again!?" she scowled.
"Oh no. Déjà vu from The Wyatt Family match." King remembered.
All of a sudden, Seth jumps in and strikes Kane with a knee to the face and kicks the Outlaws out of the ring while Rosa looks on in shock.
"Thank goodness for Rollins." JBL praised.
"Seth," Morgan called out in surprise.
"Until the end, Morgan. I'm never going to leave you, again. Never again will I leave you just like that night..." He said and helped her up, making her smile and thank him.
"Wait, where's Dean?" She looked around.
"Dean Ambrose is still nowhere to be found. I'm getting worried." King said but then Seth and Morgan get ambushed behind by the Outlaws.
They beat up Seth out of the ring while Rosa hits Morgan with the gory bomb. Rosa laughs again and starts taunting the crowd as Kane and the Outlaws are all in the ring with her. All of a sudden, Ambrose runs back through the crowd as Billy Gunn waits for Morgan to get up.
"Ambrose is back!" Cole exclaimed as the crowd exploded.
He attacks the Outlaws and Kane while Rosa quickly goes for a pin. With the Outlaws and Kane thrown out of the ring, Dean breaks up the pin at the last second as the crowd explodes again. Rosa looks at Ambrose in disbelief as she stands up.
"Are you kidding me!?" She shouted and shoved him but he didn't move an inch.
He gives her a cold, hard glare in response. Morgan recovers and looks up at Ambrose while he is in the middle of the two divas. Ambrose glances at Morgan and then Rosa.
"There is so much tension between these three," Cole said.
"You chose me over her in January! But now you want to pretend that what we had wasn't special and did not mean something! Can't you see she's toying with your emotions? Giving you mixed signals? I wouldn't do that." Rosa shouted.
"You need to shut your mouth. You don't know a thing about me and what we've been through together." Morgan replied angrily, pointing at her.
"Here comes Morgan being the victim! It's ridiculous. Dean, why are you so persistent for this piece of crap?" She spat and pointed to the Philly Diva. "She never gave a damn about you in the first place!"
"Unbelievable..." she retorted and stood up.
"So choose. And choose me. She's your past, I'm your future." Rosa grabbed him and caressed him.
Celeste tweets 'Ah...#TheFirstLoveAndTheFling. Not a hard decision. You better choose wisely Ambrose.'
Dean pushes her away and smirks at her as Rosa shoots him a dirty look.
"You're the present. Morgan's my future." Ambrose responded with no hesitation, pushing her away.
Celeste tweets 'Oh! #Rejected! #DeanAndMorganForTheFuture'
"You've just made the biggest mistake of your life!" She went to slap him in the face again but this time he caught her hand and threw her to Morgan.
Morgan connects with a roundhouse kick to the face while the Outlaws and Kane get back in the ring. Dean and Morgan stand back to back while they are surrounded.
"You see!? They are working together." JBL said to King while Ambrose and Morgan went after Kane, hitting him with a double dropkick.
They hit the Outlaws with a double clothesline. Morgan turns around and does a matrix evasion as she leans back, dodging Kane's big boot while Ambrose hits him with a lariat. Dean leans down and puts his hands on his knees but then Billy Gunn attempts to go for his finisher until Morgan pulls Ambrose back.
"Great save by Morgan," Cole says while the duo hit Billy with a double suplex.
"You okay?" She asked with concern while Dean nodded.
"I owe you." He replied.
"You can buy me grapes, later," she winked and smiled.
Meanwhile, Rosa rolls out the ring and storms around ringside, banging on the announce table.
"This is not happening...this shouldn't be happening...this is not supposed to happen!" She screamed.
"Calm down! Calm down!" JBL shouted. "Don't get mad because things aren't going your way!"
Celeste tweets 'When is LaRosaMendes going to lose her voice from all that screaming?'
Rosa sees Chyna and storms up to her as she stands up from her seat again.
"You think this is funny!?" She snapped as Chyna grinned with amusement.
The crowd looks on in shock and anticipation when Rosa suddenly pushes Chyna's face with her hand.
"Did she just did Rosa Mendes just do the impossible and put her hands on The Ninth Wonder of the World?!" Cole exclaimed, scared for her.
Celeste tweets 'And...you're fucked...#CallingAFuneralHome #NiceKnowingYa'
Chyna shoots her a glare as Rosa's eyes widen and she starts running. She jumps over the barricade and runs through the crowd with Chyna right behind her.
"Don't kill her!" JBL chuckled as they watched Chyna chase her around.
Later on, Seth, Morgan, and Dean are on the apron while Roman is in the ring with the Outlaws and positions them so that they are on the ropes. He slides out of the ring and hits them with a double dropkick to the face. He slides back in the ring and takes Road Dogg down with a Superman punch.
"One more time!" He yelled and punched the mat while Kane slid back in the ring.
"Here comes the sequel!" JBL said but Roman got caught in the chokeslam hold.
Seth hits Kane with a flying knee to the head as Kane rolls out of the ring. Seth attacks him with a dive out of the ring while Billy Gunn tries to go for his finisher on Roman. Dean gets in the ring and starts unloading on him.
"Dean Ambrose's fists are flying like he is," King said as Dean and Road Dogg went at it out of the ring.
"Oh my goodness," Cole said as Chyna walked through the crowd with Rosa high up in the air.
The crowd chants 'You still go it' while Rosa tries to beg for her life. She throws Rosa over the barricade and jumps over it.
Celeste tweets 'This is what happens when you mess with Morgan and her family. #LifeLesson'
Rosa gets thrown back in the ring by Chyna as she gets in the ring as well. Rosa scrambles back but bumps into Morgan's legs as the two cousins surround her like she is their prey. Chyna and Morgan stare Rosa down before looking at each other while smirking.
"Rosa! Get out of there!" King exclaimed.
She stands up and tries to escape but Chyna grabs her by the hair as she tries to beg for forgiveness.
"Too late to beg now," JBL said.
Chyna gives her a hard shot to the face, making her turn to Morgan who gives her a shot to the face. They hit her back and forth until Chyna and Morgan hit Rosa with a double DDT.
'You still got it!' the crowd chants again while Chyna waits for Rosa to get up.
She delivers the pedigree on her and Rosa rolls out the ring as her mom tries to help her.
"And that is the end of Rosa. No getting up from that. Especially with Chyna's strength." JBL said.
Chyna and Morgan grin at each other and embrace as the crowd cheers loudly.
"What a Morgan Moment. Chyna and Morgan working together. I'm sure this won't be the last time these two team up." King cheered.
Billy Gunn and Road Dogg are back in the ring as The Shield surrounds them while Chyna watches from ringside with Jane. The Shield turn their attention to Morgan and give her a smirk as she nods in approval. Road Dogg and Billy Gunn look nervous as they try to escape but get blocked off as Dean, Roman and Seth beat them down.
"What's going on now?" Cole asked as Morgan got help from her teammates to position the Outlaws for a double Morganizer off the top rope.
"No way," JBL said in surprise.
"Yes way! Look out!" King yelled in a high pitched voice as she delivered the double Morganizer to the Outlaws.
"Double Morganizer! Never saw the coming! The Shield are dominating."
Roman turns around to hit Kane with a spear and once back up to his feet, he roars. The Shield set the Outlaws up for a double Triple Powerbomb, making some of the crowd stand up with anticipation while Morgan gets on the top rope.
"What is Morgan about to do? And what are The Shield attempting to do here? Oh man, we've never seen this. Not two men being set up for a triple powerbomb!" Cole exclaimed.
"That's a 100 years of powerbomb right there!" JBL said.
"Look out!" King shouted as Morgan hit the Outlaws with a flying double clothesline at the same time as The Shield dropped them down for the double triple powerbomb.
"There goes the attitude!"
Seth goes for the pin while Roman and Dean stand on the top rope.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
The crowd explodes as The Shield's theme blares out in the arena.
"Let's go!" Morgan shouted and embraced Seth as he spun her around, happily.
"Here are your winners, The Shield!" Lilian announced.
Roman gets off the turnbuckle and gives Seth and Morgan a hug.
"This has got to feel good for Morgan, after all she's been through with Rosa," Cole said as she got up on the turnbuckle and taunted the crowd. "The Shield continue its dominance with another convincing performance."
Dean high fives Seth and Roman before all members put their fists out to do The Shield pose.
"This is their yard," JBL praised.
The Shield continue to celebrate, while Morgan is overjoyed with winning the match. She wraps her arms around Dean and gives him a big hug, earning some fangirl screams. Dean hugs her back but moments later he realizes what he's doing and backs away.
"What's wrong?" She asked, taken aback.
"I can't do this." He quickly exited the ring.
Seth and Roman glance at each other, knowing the situation between the two.
"Wait, what? Where are you going?" She exclaimed as The Shield's theme faded away.
"What's going on?" King asked.
"After that hug, Ambrose just walked out," Cole said as Dean started to slowly walk up the ramp.
Morgan looked at the crowd, seeing some saying, 'Go to him!' and 'Go after him!'
She runs her hands through her hair as she starts to remember all the good times they've had together. She does still love him. She knew he wanted to hear that, but would he cheat again? Or will he stay loyal 100 percent? Love isn't perfect. You need to work in the relationship and get through all the odds. She knows what she wants. What she needs. And she isn't going to let him slip away from her.
Morgan gets out of the ring and stops at the end of the ramp.
"Dean! Hey! Stop! Don't you dare walk away from me, Dean!" She yelled but he didn't listen to her.
She sighed and turned to Jane and Chyna who signaled her to go after them as well as Rollins and Roman.
"What is Morgan going to do?" Cole asked.
Dean wasn't stopping. Did he give up on her? Was she too late?
She exhaled and shouted, "Don't let your true feelings for me disappear! I never stopped believing in you! I never stopped believing in us! No matter how much I tried to deny those thoughts of us being together, I still believe in us! And if you just leave, then what am I supposed to feel? Were all these attempts to win my heart for nothing?! Dean, I need you! Dean, I love you! I want us to work this out!"
He stopped walking as the crowd cheered loudly. He stood in the middle of the ramp and slowly turned his head back towards her.
"...What did you just say?" he asked.
Celeste tweets 'AHH! Did she just say what I think she just said!?'
Suddenly, Morgan runs after him as he turns around to face her.
"I love you." She said before grabbing him into a heated kiss as the deafening cheers and fangirl screams surrounded the arena.
Rosa watches on in disbelief with her jaw dropped as her mom helps her up.
"What!?" King yelled in a high pitched voice.
"Yes!" JBL shouted.
"They're back!" Cole cheered.
"Yes! Yes! This is just beautiful! Wonderful!" JBL exclaimed as Roman and Seth looked on in satisfaction, high fiving each other.
Ambrose's eyes widen but kisses her back with the same passion as he wraps an arm around her waist while she holds his arms.
"This is a PG show! They're French kissing!" King exclaimed as the crowd chanted 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'
Brie tweets 'Yes! Yes! Yes! they're kissing! This is what we've been waiting for for so long!'
They end the kiss and embrace each other. Things were going to be OK.
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The Shield and Morgan are backstage with Renee Young.
"I'm here with The Shield, huge victory tonight for you guys. A victory tonight, over the New Age Outlaws, Rosa, and Kane, I mean you guys were working so closely with The Authority, and to get this victory tonight at WrestleMania, how do you guys feel?" Renee asked.
"From day one, we said we do things for The Shield. Nobody else. We are our own bosses, we run this yard, we came in, proved a point, WrestleMania 30, The Shield run the show, that's how we feel." Seth answered.
"Let me ask you a question, okay?" Dean asked. "Does it look like we're sweating?"
"Well, your hair is very wet." Renee replied while Morgan chuckled.
"We're not sweating at all because we didn't have to break a sweat to run through Kane, Rosa and the New Age Outlaws. A hot knife through butter, on the biggest stage of them all. The brightest stars shine the brightest and The Shield represent this." He showed his bare fist without the tape. "The new symbol of excellence."
"That's right, you see what happens when you push against The Shield? We pull out secret weapons. Nobody has ever seen the double triple powerbomb, baby." Roman said.
"I thought we were gonna call it the Triple double,"
"It's the double triple."
"Guys, look, the bottom line is we can no, no, no, no, no. Wait-" Seth began as Roman and Dean began to protest about the name of the powerbomb.
"Oh my goodness..." Morgan shook her head.
"The regular one is the triple powerbomb. We put two people up with the double triple POWERBOMB!" Roman shouted, making Morgan laugh with Renee.
"All right, all right, all right," Seth said. "Cool, I agree with you."
"All right, I'm telling you. Agree with me." Roman pointed to Dean with a playful stern look.
"Oh, I agree." Dean grinned.
"Okay."
"You see what I gotta deal with?" Morgan chuckled with Renee.
"Hey, but you love us." Seth grinned and gave her a bone crushing hug with Roman.
"Don't squeeze me to death!" She groaned while Renee giggled. "Jeez."
"Morgan, how does it feel winning this match tonight with your family and friends watching? Especially Chyna?" Renee asked.
"To have her here to support me and guide me is awesome. She's always there for me and she really wanted a front row seat to watch me kick Rosa's ass, but I can guarantee you that my rivalry with Rosa is far from over. And to have my boys with me, by my side, having my back is awesome, too. I love you guys." She replied with a smile.
"Aw, she loves us." Seth put an arm around her and gave her a noogie.
"Hey! My hair!" She pushed him away and began messing up his hair.
"Aye! Hands off the two toned hair!" he playfully pushed her away. He put his fist out while the other members followed him. "Believe in The Shield! Ha ha ha!"
"Congratulations," Renee said as Roman stuck his tongue out to the camera and walked away with Seth.
Renee walked away while Morgan chuckled. She was about to leave but Dean gently grabbed her hand, making her smile and turn around.
"And where do you think you're going?" He grinned.
"To the diva's locker room." She replied.
"Come with me." He smiled and walked away with her.
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On Raw after Mania, the crowd gives Morgan and Paige a loud reaction as the titantron shows them hugging backstage.
"I'm so proud of you! Congrats on winning the title." Morgan smiled. "Finally someone put AJ in her place. You deserve that championship. The Diva's Division is totally going to be changing."
Paige wiped her tears and chuckled. "Thank you. I guess you're going to go after this too, huh?"
"I wish but I got my hands full with Rosa. And you never know what she'll do to sabotage my chances. But I'm the least of your worries. Although the Diva's locker room is going to get more competitive now that you're here, you'll breeze right through them. They shouldn't underestimate you." They embrace again and Paige walked away.
The Outspoken Diva smiled and turned around to see the Total Divas grinning at her.
"Hey, Morgan!" Nikki grinned.
"Hey guys." She smiled but noticed the girls staring at her more than usual. "What?"
"Just curious..." Brie spoke up.
The Philly Diva started to look confused. "About what?"
"Ah, forget it. So how's your night been going?"
"Great,"
She had a feeling she was in court, because of the way they were looking at her. Something was off.
"So!" Cameron said in a loud voice, clearing her throat.
"So?" The Outspoken Diva repeated.
"Care to fill us in on what happened between you and Dean?" Naomi grinned as the divas started to look at Morgan intently.
"What do you mean?" Morgan chuckled.
"Oh, you know what we mean. We saw that kiss at WrestleMania. What's up with you two?" Eva asked.
"Yeah! You were all over him last night. What happened?" Nikki asked.
"We saw you leave together after the show." Cameron showed her a photo of her and Dean leaving.
"What the heck, Cameron? What are you stalking me?" Morgan exclaimed.
"Curiosity." Cameron smiled. "So?"
"Can't friends share cars?"
"Friends. Well played. Friends with benefits?" Nikki raised a brow with a big grin on her face.
"Oh my gosh..." Morgan sighed.
"I bet they confess their love to each other every hour. Oh, Morgan, I love you so much. You're my future, Rosa is my past. I love you, Harley!" Brie exclaimed in a fake male voice, hugging Cameron as she played along while the crowd laughed.
Morgan couldn't help but look amused at the girls as she tried not to laugh out loud.
"Oh, Dean! Dean! I love you, Dean! You're my Joker! I love you, honey!" Cameron dramatically said.
"I don't say honey!" Morgan exclaimed.
"Ah ha! You do have a nickname for him." Nikki grinned.
"You guys are so nosy."
"So, what happened after the match? I want details!"
Santino and Emma walk over to the Divas. "Hello, ladies." Santino greeted.
Morgan mentally thanked those two and took the opportunity to leave.
"I want to know, too. What is going on between Morgan and Ambrose? Did they make up?" Cole asked.
"I hope so. My favorite couple back in action." JBL exclaimed.
"I can't wait to see more Morgan. She's looking great tonight!" King cheered.
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'WWE APP Exclusive Video'
Morgan bumped into Orton backstage. "Sorry about that..." She mumbled.
"You're a very popular person tonight," Orton called out.
"I don't mean to be. One kiss can mean a lot of things. And then you're trending on Twitter and causing a lot of frenzy on more social media. It's...interesting."
"I'm sure. Oh, and thanks for nothing."
"Huh?"
"Thanks for not helping me out last night when I needed you." He glared at her.
She scoffed. "You've gotta be kidding. So now you're blaming me for your loss? The Randy Orton I used to know doesn't like having partners and likes to work alone. He gets the job done faster. This new version of you is too soft."
She turned around and started walking away but grunted when he grabbed her forearm, forcing her to turn back away.
"I'm not done with you-" He got cut off when Ambrose interfered and made him release her.
He gave him a stern look while Orton gave them a dirty look and stormed off, mumbling to himself.
Morgan exhaled and turned to Dean, making eye contact with him as she smiled. He was about to open his mouth but was interrupted by a WWE Doctor who wanted to check Morgan's head again to make sure she wasn't concussed from the series of kicks she received last night in the head.
"I'll see you later," she gave Ambrose an apologetic smile and followed the doctor.
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Later, after being as good as new and being told nothing was wrong, Morgan stretched her legs as the crowd gave her another loud reception. Dean walked over to her with a smile as she greeted him and stood up.
"Hey, thanks again for earlier." She said as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
"No problem." He said in his raspy voice.
She slid her hands up on his chest as he glanced at her lips. He slowly leaned in to kiss her as she wrapped her arms around his neck but then Stephanie ran into them, with her eyes widening.
"What on earth are you two doing?!" Stephanie asked in surprise.
"N-nothing." Morgan cleared her throat, backing away from Ambrose.
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Later, all members of The Shield and Kane were in Stephanie's office.
"I don't care what happened between you at WrestleMania. I don't care what happened between you two..." Stephanie narrowed her eyes at the Mad couple. "...at WrestleMania, and I don't care what happened to your brother at WrestleMania." She looked at Kane. "Okay because what really matters, what's really important, is that Triple H becomes the 14 time WWE World heavyweight champion, tonight. And all of you are going to make sure that it happens."
Ambrose held Morgan's hand while looking at Stephanie. It felt good holding hands again and starting over. Their relationship can work and it will work.
"That all sounds great but I really feel like, Kane you're missing some buddies over there," Seth said as Roman chuckled. "Where are the New Age Outlaws, pal?"
"Come on, man," Dean spoke up.
"Oh, Seth..." Stephanie said with an amused grin.
"Come on, we already know. As long as we're around, I don't think we'll ever see them again." Ambrose said with a smirk.
"I also think that personally." Roman chuckled.
"You four don't know that you're on thin ice, do you?" Kane asked.
"Kane," Stephanie warned.
"Triple H sees you for what you are. Nameless, faceless, expendable, pawns."
"Kane."
Morgan narrowed her eyes at Kane as The Shield looked at him weirdly.
"You think you can just go on and beat up Triple H's friends? He thought you learned your lesson."
"Kane..."
"In fact, when I had you decimated on Smackdown, a couple weeks ago-"
"Kane!"
"He was the one who-"
"Kane!"
"Told me to do so!"
"Kane!"
"I knew it..." Morgan mumbled, understanding what a snake Triple H was.
"Listen. There is an injustice here." Stephanie said.
"I'm looking right at it." The Outspoken Diva mumbled, earning amused looks from her teammates as the crowd 'Oohs' and laughed, although Stephanie did not hear it.
"And nobody understands that better than the four of you. That's what you stand for. The yes movement, Daniel Bryan, it's disrespectful. It is an injustice in itself that he is the WWE World Heavyweight champion. You all know that you all want it. You know what it means, to be champion. So tonight, you are all gonna be on the same page because what Triple H, the boss, what he wants. He gets. Do I make myself clear?" Stephanie requested.
"...Absolutely." Kane walked away.
"Do I make myself clear?" She looked at The Shield.
"Crystal," Roman replied.
"And..." She turned her attention to Ambrose and Morgan, glancing at their hands. "I don't care if you two have reunited or whatever, but tonight, the real focus needs to be on my husband winning the WWE World heavyweight championship. Not your public display of affection. And if I catch you two-"
"Whoa, catch? What were you two doing?" Seth asked with a grin.
"Nothing." The couple simultaneously said and left the room, making the crowd laugh.
Seth and Roman don't look convinced and they start to grin out of amusement.
#the shield#dean ambrose#dean ambrose x oc#dean ambrose fanfic#the shield fanfiction#the shield 4th member#the shield fanfic#wwe#seth rollins#roman reigns#wwe oc#wwe fanfiction
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By Firelight
Pairing: Gale/Tav (pre relationship denial)
Summary: Gale can’t sleep, and he’s not… happy about Tav being up, but he’s not not happy about it. (I.e. I was trying to practice my showing not telling and I actually quite liked it)
Gale turned over for the upteenth time before huffing out a frustrated breath. Damn his godsforsaken back to the hells. No matter the position he attempted to lie in, something hurt. His bedroll was hardly a bulwark against the cold, hard, frankly unfathomably rocky ground.
He knew in reality it was the orb. It was always the orb. The artifact that Tav had given him had helped. Slightly. Not enough.
His ears were still ringing faintly, and if he lay still too long it felt as though he spun through the space behind his eyes, which reminded him far too much of nights as an apprentice after the Yawning Portal. The muscle spasms hadn’t quite started yet, but they would. He was all too aware they would. His cure was no cure anymore, and it worried him. Greatly.
To add insult to injury, he was perfectly aware he could probably conjure himself a comfortable featherbed.
He was also perfectly aware that such an act would expose him to enthusiastic and earnest ridicule from the rest of their merry little band.
He huffed once more, and decided he would give up for the night and try and read for a while. He grabbed the first book he could find in the darkness of his tent and crawled out through the flap.
It was a dark night tonight. The moon was only a small sliver amongst the stars, and occasional clouds obscured even that faint light.
The fire was crackling merrily, and Tav sat with her back to the stone in the middle of their camp, staring at the dancing flames. There was the small line of a frown between her brows, and Scratch lay with his head pillowed on her lap, her fingers absently scratching behind one upright ear.
He cleared his throat so he wouldn’t startle her, and her grey eyes flicked to him, then back at the fire.
“I was under the impression you’d already taken your watch earlier this evening,” he said.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she replied shortly. “Thought I’d let Wyll get some more rest instead of both of us being awake.”
“Very prudent of you.”
He groaned as he sat down next to her, leaning back against the rock. It was cool, which was soothing against the aching in his back.
She glanced sideways at him, then back at the flames. From here, he could only see one corner of her mouth, a faint scar trailing along her jaw. He found himself wondering how she’d gotten it. Scratch reached out his nose to sniff at Gale’s hand, then, when he had determined there was no immediate threat, returned to being pampered.
He was glad, selfishly, that she had told Wyll to go back to sleep. He… he enjoyed her company. Was glad of it tonight. It seemed to him, no matter how bleak their circumstances appeared to be, when she grinned her crooked grin, that everything would end up perfectly fine.
“What book?” She asked after a while. Gale started slightly, realizing he’d been sitting there with the book unopened for too long.
He cleared his throat.
“A treatise on the crafting of magic shields and the various attributes of each different type,” he said. “I found it in that ruined temple we explored, though I haven’t yet found the time to study it. Of course, there are quite a few thoughts in the school of abjuration on various magic shields and their uses, and then you have the regional differences, I mean- if you’ve ever read a text originating from Amn and the wizards there you’ll find they approach the entire concept differently from even the beginning of spellcasting when compared to here or even Calimshan. Though the Calishite school again has other ideas on the concept but the point I was trying to make is how region and even regional ways of thinking can influence- “
He stopped when he realised she was looking at him with a small smile on her face.
“What?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, jerking her head toward the fire. “I- I suppose I always thought a shield was a shield.”
He laughed.
“Believe me," he said, grinning, “Many an apprentice thought the same thing before our first abjuration lesson at Blackstaff.”
She looked over at him, frowning, then shook her head.
“You’ve never had any instruction?” He asked.
“Would it make a difference?” She asked sharply.
He held up his hands in a placating gesture.
“A simple question. In fact, I think it’s very impressive you’ve managed so much with no education, especially given the volatile nature of your magic. There was one sorcerer in my class at Blackstaff, but he was of a draconic line, and to my understanding their magic is much less erratic than some other origins’.”
She was still frowning at him.
“Sometimes,” she said slowly, “I can’t tell whether you’re giving me a compliment or not.”
He winced.
“I assure you,” he said, somewhat apologetically, “It was intended as one.”
He tried for a sheepish smile.
“I’m afraid I’m out of practice.”
One of her eyebrows lifted.
“At compliments?”
“Partly.”
He realised they were moving into dangerous territory, and if she asked any further questions he would not have answers for her. He- he didn’t want to tell her about the orb, or Mystra. Asking for artefacts had already somewhat broken her trust in him.
It was… nice. To have a friend. Besides Tara, of course. Though Tav was much less of a nursemaid than Tara was. Between the two of them he’d never be short on scathing remarks, however. Or stubbornness. For the time being, he would pretend as though he was not a shell of his former self, merely until he had found a different way of sating his arcane hunger. Then he would cease being a burden or a liabillity to her and the others.
“I’ve had… some instruction,” she said, snapping him back tot he present. “Over the years, whenever I liked a spell someone cast, or needed to learn something for survival. Other things just happened naturally, like throwing up a shield the first time an arrow came firing at me.”
He watched as firelight flickered across her face. Her nose was turned upward, and he found himself tracing the slope of it with his eyes.
“And summoning a cow to drop from the sky?”
She tried and failed to hide a grin as she shot him a look. A deep dimple appeared in her cheek. He’d never met anyone with dimples before her. Such an endearingly human imperfection.
“That doesn’t count,” she said. “I didn’t do that on purpose.”
He shook his head.
“It took me two months to work out how to summon a tressym,” he said.
“In this world, Gale, there are people with talent,” she lay a hand on her chest, “And people without.”
She looked at him pointedly, and he burst into laughter.
Again, she watched him with that small smile, and he found himself returning it.
“If it makes you feel any better, my father was livid.”
He shrugged.
“My mother was not much better, but she forgave me eventually, I suppose. And let me keep the tressym.”
She snorted softly.
“Good for you.” Her gaze returned to the flames, and he realised he might have touched on a sensitive subject.
“You still owe me the rest of that story, you know,” he nudged her arm with his elbow, regretted it immediately when she tensed.
“You still owe me that drink to go with it,” she said. He did not miss that she moved away from him slightly.
“I could, ah, read to you,” he found himself saying, if only diffuse the tension he had just created. “If you wish. Though the book may be out of date by several decades, if not centuries, based on the penmanship alone.”
She grimaced, looking over at the book he held as though she was looking at a particularly unpleasant bug.
“A treatise? On magic shields?” She asked.
“Forgive me,” he said, feigning understanding, “I could also explain some of the more foreign concepts, as your lack of education would be a hindrance.”
She rolled her eyes at him, and only the faintest shadow of a dimple showed in her cheek.
“I normally prefer different books.”
“Different?”
“More interesting?”
“More interesting than an ancient academic treatise on shields?” He asked in mock outrage.
She rolled her eyes at him.
“I like adventure stories,” she said finally. “You know, where the valiant prince rescues the maiden in distress, or vanquishes a dragon, or two young lovers have to stand up to their families.”
He grinned.
“You didn’t strike me as the type.”
“No?”
“No. You seem far too cynical to be caught up in any adventures that are not your own.”
“Well,” she said, shrugging, “Looks can be decieving.”
Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she looked at him, just for a second, and a dimple showed again as she gave him another crooked grin. So different from the cynical adventurer he had met but a week ago.
“I suppose they can be,” he said softly, and found that he was grinning back at her again.
She looked back at the fire, and Gale cleared his throat slightly, feeling suddenly as though he shouldn’t be looking at her at all.
“You can read to me,” she said. “If you’d like. Believe it or not, I like learning. About magic especially.”
She shrugged.
“If anything it will make the time go more quickly.”
So Gale did.
And later, just before dawn, when her head drooped onto his shoulder he told himself he didn’t think much of it, and that she was simply tired.
He let her sleep, however, without complaint, savouring the first friendly touch he’d felt since she’d pulled him from that rock, and realised that he had forgotten to worry about the orb since the moment he’d set eyes on her.
#he’s PINING your honour#but he’s also in denial#sorry i can’t write smut so you guys can have this#scratch is just there and gale might be a little jealous but of course he’s not thts ridiculous#gale:talking about calishite magic shields#tav:heart eyes#gale dekarios#bg3#bg3 gale#wildweave#gale of waterdeep#gale/tav#gale fic#gale dekarios fanfiction#bg3 fanfic
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M's Marvel Thought of the Day
Daniel Sousa, now settled in the 21st century, looks up what happened to his friends from his own timeline.
Daisy had already gently broken the news about Peggy's death to him. They visited her grave site and talked about the adventures and missions the two had been on.
He read the case file on Howard and Maria Stark's death, the Winter Solider case and knowledge of who he was sending him for a loop. He'd met Sergeant Barnes once, that day when he thought he would die on the battle field. He had never been Howard's biggest fan but no one deserved that.
He read the obituaries of Ana and Edwin Jarvis, found they were buried in New York, side by side as they'd been in life. He left pink flowers - Ana's favourite colours of peonies - on their grave, and thanked them for their friendship and support.
There had been two people he'd been somewhat surprised to find out were still alive and unbelievably in the same old people's home in DC. He'd been unsure whether visiting would be a good idea but after some gentle investigating from Daisy and Mack, he found himself entering a rec room. There was various elderly people around, reading newspapers or napping in high backed armchairs. But no-one looked familiar. Daisy squeezed his hand before getting the attention of one of the nurses, who led them around the corner of the room.
As they make their approach when Daniel hears a far too familiar voice, making him stop in his tracks.
"Ha! Got you again Thompson, pay up!" Rose Roberts, with now grey hair but with the same thick glasses, smirked triumphantly across the top of the checkers board.
The older man across the table groaned. "We go through this every damn day Rose. Can we go back to Chess?" Daniel took in the older man he'd known a life time ago, hair still slicked back in the way it had always been. A cane leant against the wall behind him and he coughed after laughing at Rose's comeback.
"Chief Thompson? Agent Roberts?" The nurse asked drawing their attention. "You have some visitors."
Both former agents looked across to see Daniel standing with an indecipherable look on his face.
"Fucking hell..."
"What the hell..." Their voices overlapped suddenly.
"Hey Rose, hey Jack." Daniel said stepping forward. Rose struggled to her feet, using the table to leverage herself up.
"Chief? Is that really you?" Rose looked up at him, his arms coming up to help balance her.
"It's me. It's good to see you Rose." And he found himself engulfed in her arms, wrapping his back around her and holding her tight. "God it's good to see you Rose."
"How the hell are you here?" She said as she looked back up to him. "And who's the beautiful woman you brought with you?" She fixed him with that same mischievous look she used to shoot at him all the time after glancing to Daisy who stood off to the side. Always so invested in his love life, so he chuckled.
"I can explain everything I promise. Why don't we sit?" He helped her back to her chair, glancing across to Jack who had his hand's in fists on the other side of the table. "Hi Thompson."
"Who are you?" He demanded. "You're sure as hell not Daniel Sousa. He died in...55." He paused remembering the exact year. "We buried him. We... mourned him. You sure as hell aren't him."
"I can explain that I am Jack."
"I am 102, not stupid." Rose scoffed, making both men turn to her.
"Jack do be serious. What about Rogers? He came back to Peg did he not?"
"How can we be sure? It may be some traitor. Davey was telling me just the other day about those shape shifting aliens Fury was palling around with..." Jack started saying.
"How about this Jack? I'll prove it to you." The older man looked puzzled but let him continue. "Before you went to Russia with Carter, met the Howling Commandoes when we were investigating Stark. You tricked me in the locker room, into seeing Carter changing. You asked me to get your compass from..."
"Locker 42." Jack finished his sentence and looked Daniel up and down, his gaze resting on the prosthetic leg.
"I've still only got one leg but the future makes a better prosthetic than Stark by a mile." Daniel joked, and Jack stood at that, pulling Daniel into a hug that he was not expecting. "It's good to see you too Jack."
They sat back down, chairs pulled up for Daniel and Daisy, as they told the story of faking his death, and pulling him out of time. Of their adventures into space and the weird and wacky things he'd discovered in the 21st Century.
They told him stories from their own lives after his death, cases he'd missed out on, Howard's ridiculousness. Peggy's rise to power. The three old friends spoke fondly of her, recalling stories from throughout the time they spent with her.
Rose grilled him and Daisy on their story and relationship, telling Daisy all the embarrassing things that Daniel had been happy to leave behind in the 50's. The unlikely pair giggled and formed a friendship.
Rose told her stories of her first and second marriage, her daughter, son-in-law and grandson who would visit every weekend.
Jack had been married when Daniel died, to Peggy's lovely personal secretary Ruth who knew how to put him in his place. They'd only had a daughter the year or two before Daniel supposedly died. Jack talked about how they'd gone on to have three more daughters, now had 8 grandchildren, including a grandson who had joined SHIELD recently (Daniel promised to keep an eye out for him). Then, his Ruth had passed a few years ago and Daniel expressed his condolences.
At that moment, a young boy, probably 5-years-old barrelled into the room and to Jack's side. "Pops, Pops!"
"Hey there, Danny. How's my favourite guy?" With surprising strength for a man of his years, Jack swung the young man up till he was sat on his knee.
"I'm good! Momma's coming now." He pointed to where a pretty blonde was making her way across the room, shaking her head as she stooped to kiss Jack on the cheek and ruffle her son's head.
"Sorry Grandpa, the traffic was horrendous." She greeted Rose much the same way, passing her a package. "Fudge from that place on 4th for your Rose, Danny over there insisted." She turned to the guests who sat between them. "Hello, I'm Ruthy." She shook their hands.
"Ruthy, this is Daniel and Daisy. Daniel, Daisy, my granddaughter Ruthy and her son, Danny." Jack smirked at Sousa as his great-grandson played with the watch on his wrist.
"Danny? Huh." Was the only thing Daniel came up with as he watched an old friend acting like a goofy grandparent.
"Yeah, Grandpa had a friend called Daniel who saved his life a bunch of times when he was younger. Used to tell us stories all about Sousa and Carter and their adventures. We never believed him until we found out where he worked." Ruthy filled in nonchalantly, sitting on the opposite side of the table, digging through her bag to produce a water bottle for her son unaware of the look on Daniel's face. Jack smirked massively. "Here, Grandpa. I managed to grab that album from storage that you wanted." She handed across a large leather bound photo album to the older man, who flipped through a few pages.
"Here you go Daisy, you'll like this one." Jack smirked, that old charming smile creeping onto his face as he passed the now open book across to her, Daniel peering over her shoulder and scoffing.
"Woah." Ruth finally looked up, glancing at the photo and then back up to Daniel and back again. "Well. I cannot believe it took me that long. I knew you looked familiar. I thought it was just Quake that had me thinking that."
Daisy smirked. "You don't seem surprised?"
"Oh I've worked at Stark Industries for a long time, I'm so used to superheroes and weird tech not much surprises me anymore. You see Tony Stark walking round in Iron-Man pants one too many times and you get over stuff pretty quickly." She levelled Daniel with a look. "Time travel huh?"
"Yes. But I haven't seen these in literal years." He said his hand tapped a few photos. One from the first day of opening the first SHIELD base, Thompson and Howard Stark stood either side of Peggy and Daniel. Another of Peggy, Daniel and Rose throwing confetti at Jack's wedding. One of Daniel and Thompson with Peggy on her Wedding Day. An outtake of that one where Howard was attempting to jumping into frame and Jarvis dragging him out, while the three of them laughed lay below it.
He could still picture that party, he could hear the band playing, memories of Peggy dancing with Rogers, happy and content. He remembered how happy he was for her.
Daisy squeezed his knee beneath the table and brought him back to the present. He pressed a kiss to her temple and continued the conversation. They had coffee and cake and Rose shared her fudge. Daisy made lunch trolley roll across the room, making Jack's great-grandson shriek in delighted laughs and push it back into a position where she could do it again and again.
They left hours later and Daniel felt more settled than he had done in a long time. Daisy squeezed his hand as they drove away.
They'd return to visit every time they were in town, which was more often these days now SHIELD HQ was there, sometimes together, sometimes alone. They met all of both of their families, attended Ruth's 100th birthday. Brought presents for Daniel's namesake's birthday.
When Daisy and Daniel tied the knot, two reserved seats on the front row of the groom's side were filled my two of his oldest friends some of their families just a couple rows back. They 'snuck' them into new SHIELD HQ to see all the new tech and planes, the memorial wall that included people they'd known a lifetime ago.
Daniel loved the future, loved living his life alongside Daisy and her family. But knowing his friends were there, getting to spend time with them was an unexpected but valuable thing for him. It gave him a link to the past, someone to shoot the breeze with, with some similar experiences from the past. A taste of a previous life he was grateful for as he lived his new one.
#m's marvel thought of the day#agent carter#agents of shield#daniel sousa#daisy johnson#marvel#fanfic#dousy#aos#peggy carter#howard stark#edwin jarvis#jack thompson#rose roberts#this got away from me#steve rogers is mentioned#ana jarvis#peggysous#previous peggysous
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I Don't Hate You
Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)
Summary: You've worked at SHIELD for years and you were severely injured by Loki when he escaped from his cell on the helicarrier. It's been a year since the attack on NY and one day you finally cross paths with Loki after a month of him actively avoiding you.
Warning: Loki being upset, Loki feeling guilty, Loki feeling like he deserves to be hated, brief mentions of Loki's torture, previous injury caused by Loki... this will have a fluffy end, promise 💚
You shift positions to get more comfortable on the couch then turn the page of your book. I might be able read this whole book tonight, you think excitedly. The Tower was quiet which was a rare occurrence, the whole team decided to go out for drinks so you have the library to yourself. After a moment, you turn the next page but suddenly you feel as if you aren't alone.
Looking up, you see Loki standing in the doorway as if he is frozen with anxiety. He briefly makes eye contact with you and turns to leave.
"Wait," you sit up, closing your book in your lap. "You can stay," you offer and he turns back to face you. "There's plenty of space," you gesture towards the other empty couch.
"I wouldn't want to disturb you," he says, shaking his head as he remains halfway between the hall and the room.
You sigh quietly, that's the first thing he's said to you in the month since you've been back from medical leave. Loki had become almost an expert in avoiding you, the closest you had come to being in the same room with him was during a briefing last week. As soon as you took your seat at the table, he excused himself and left.
He nods in response to your offer to join you but doesn't say anything. He quietly makes his way over to the large bookcases that line the wall and begins to search for a book. You try to focus on where you left off in yours but you can't seem to take your eyes off him. He seems so nervous around you and although you aren't sure what you expected from him, this wasn't it.
He selects a book and walks to the far end of the other couch, glancing towards you as he sits. You both quickly look away from each other and try to settle into your books. After a few minutes of silence he sighs and closes the book. You pretend to continue reading as you watch him return his book and begin the process of selecting one again.
"Can't decide what to read?" you ask after a moment.
He turns, his expression clearing showing that he doesn't expect you to speak to him. He shrugs, "I've read all of these..." He looks at the book he is currently holding, "Some more then a few times."
"Oh," you look at the tall, full shelves. There must be four hundred books in this room. "Wow," you react honestly.
"I read quickly," he offers a simple explanation.
"Why don't you get new ones?" you ask as if the solution is obvious.
He puts the book he is holding away and looks down at the ground, "I'm not permitted to leave the Tower unless its for a mission." He pulls a seemingly random book from the shelf and walks over to the closest seat on the other couch this time.
"Right, I forgot I guess," you suddenly feel awkward for suggesting it.
Loki was given strick orders not to leave the Tower after an incident a few months before you returned from medical leave. He had gone to a small Cafe with his brother in the morning and ended up on the news a few hours later. According to the reports you watched from rehab, he had been on line waiting for his order when a woman who lost her husband during his attack on NYC came in. She walked over to him and started screaming that he was a monster and should be rotting in a cell on whatever planet he came from. Thor tried to defuse the situation while Loki remained completely silent. Her rant finally ended when she threw some bystanders coffee at him and he left.
The two of you sit in silence for a minute then you suddenly get an idea. "Oh," you say and he looks up from the book he has no interest in.
"I think I have something that can help," you tell him. You limp slowly towards him as you unlock your phone. Sitting next to him, you feel self conscious when he shifts away from you, his eyes fixed on the metal brace supporting your leg.
His jaw tightens and his body tenses as he rubs his hands slowly together. You clear your throat, hoping to distract him from your injury and it works. He looks at you, "Here," you hand him your phone.
"What is this?" he asks.
"Its the New York Public Library," you tell him, "Well, their website at least."
He looks at you a bit confused. "What am I supposed to do with this? I'm not allowed to go to the library," he says.
"You don't need to go," you tell him with a smile. "They can bring the books here."
"I wonder why no one told you about this. They've had this for years," you say.
His eyes fill with excitement at the thought of being able to get new books. You explain the book delivery program then show him how to search for books by author, title or genre. His smile spreads as you sign him up for a library card then sit back to watch him scroll through a long list of poets.
The smile leaves his face and he admits, "I never told anyone that I had run out of books."
"Why not?" you ask.
"No one would care," he answers instantly.
When you don't say anything, he looks up from your phone and briefly makes eye contact with you. "I don't understand why you of all people would care enough to help me, to be honest. I have done nothing to deserve even the smallest kindness from you," he says as his eyes fall to your injured leg again. The joy you had seen on his face moments ago has faded completely and in a low voice he says, "I nearly killed you."
With a sigh, he nods, "I remember everyone I've hurt... or killed."
You're caught off guard by the sudden shift in topics but say, "I thought you remembered me."
"Can we just talk for a minute?" you ask, standing with him.
You gently reach out and touch his knee, causing him to jump at the sudden contact. "I'm sorry," he says as soon as you touch him. "I should go," he tells you and he gets up.
He shakes his head. "I'm not supposed to be alone with you," he admits. "Fury wants me as far from my..." he clears his throat, "victims as possible while I am here."
He looks torn about what to do but finally nods and sits down heavily. You sit next to him again but he doesn't look at you, his eyes are fixed on his hands. His knee shakes nervously and you realize he's waiting for you to lash out at him as so many people have in the wake of the attack.
"I- I didn't realize he did that," you say in shock. "I thought you were just avoiding me because of... well because of what happened."
He shrugs but doesn't respond, giving you the feeling that he might still have distanced himself from you even if he wasn't ordered to do so.
You bite your lip and say, "I'm sure Fury means well but... I just want to talk to you. If that's okay with you?"
You had imagined this moment so many times over the last year. What you would say to him and how he would react. You look at him even as he avoids looking at you and say, "I just want to to know, I don't hate you for what happened."
He shakes his head as if he doesn't believe you and says, "You should hate me, everyone does."
"I don't," you tell him simply.
He finally looks at you, a mixture of disbelief and curiosity in his eyes, "How could you not after what I did to you and so many others?"
You sigh and admit, "I used to hate you."
"But... but not anymore?" he asks.
You take a deep breath, this is the part you practiced telling him most often. "When I was in the hospital, I did hate you. I hated you more then I ever thought I could possibly hate another person. I wanted you to feel the pain and fear you inflicted on me when you were escaping. I wanted you to suffer after every surgery, after every fall I had in rehab, after every doctor told me I would never walk without some sort of brace," you tell him honestly and he nods as if he agrees with you.
You pause for a moment and wait for him to look at you again, "It was truly exhausting."
He doesn't say anything but he keeps eye contact with you. "It took so much energy to hate to," you tell him. "It was draining me."
"A few months after my first surgery, I had some of the agents I'm friends with being over your case files and I watched all your news interviews," you continue to explain.
"Why?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.
"I wanted to know if you were as evil as everyone said, if you were really a monster from another world who deserved to be hated," you tell him.
"I am a monster," he says, his eyes lowering to the ground in front of him.
His body tenses as soon as you mention Thanos's name. His eyes widen in fear and he says, "What do you know about- how could you know that? My SHIELD files doesn't contain any information about him."
"No," you tell him, touching his arm lightly and he looks up at you slowly. "You're not a monster, you're a victim of Thanos."
You fidget nervously at his reaction and say, "I... I found the restricted files SHIELD has about you, the ones with your interview-"
He gets up suddenly, his voice laced emotion but you are unsure if he is angry, hurt or embarrassed, "You read that?"
You nod, "I'm sorry-"
"No one was supposed to be able to access that. Fury said it would be sealed, that was why I agreed to tell my brother what happened," he says as he paces. He turns to face you and you can see he is holding back tears, "You shouldn't have read that. I don't want anyone to know what he did to me."
You had read all twenty six pages of the typed transcripts and listened to hours of Loki detailing his torture to Thor. He spoke about being physically hurt but also about being mentally broken by the mad titan. He lost track of time, unsure if weeks, months or years had passed while he was under Thanos's control. By the time you finished listening to his account of what happened, you had lost every ounce of hate you once harbored for him. He was more a victim than anyone.
You take a step towards him and he takes a step back, shaking his head. You reach for his hand and he lets you hold it without pulling away. "Loki," he looks at you, the first tear running down his cheek. "I'm sorry Thanos tortured you," you tell him honestly.
He shakes his head as if he can't accept your words.
You take another step towards him, still holding his hand in yours. "I'm sorry he hurt you," you say again and this time he doesn't move away from you.
"No one..." he tries to take a deep breath, "No one has ever said that to me before."
Now it's your turn to be shocked, "Not even your brother?"
He shakes his head and without thinking, you wrap your arms around him tightly. His whole body stiffens in response at first but slowly, he lifts his arms to hug you back and his body relaxes against yours. He rests his head on your shoulder and you rub his back gently.
You hold him until he slowly pulls away. Taking his hand again, you lead him back to the couch.
"You didn't deserve anything that he did to you," you tell him. When he looks at you, you can't help but raise your hand, wiping a tear from his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into your soft touch.
He opens his eyes after a moment and quietly says, "Thank you Y/N. I'm so tired of everyone hating me. I never thought anyone would ever try to understand what happened to me."
You smile at him and quickly kiss his cheek, which is a surprise to both of you. "What was that for?" he asks, a small laugh escapes him.
He smiles and nods, "Can you do it again?"
"I don't know," you admit with a nervous giggle, "I just... It felt like something I should do. I'm sorry, was that okay?"
You smile and kiss his cheek again, "Is that making you feeling better?"
"For the first time in a very long time, yes," he says.
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It's my Birthday!
March 19th and im a year closer to meeting Arceus lucky me! So here is some of my Pokémon simps headcannons as to how they would celebrate your birthday. (I was going to do my top 5 simps but they are all from different things so I'm gonna leave those to myself) There will be no Scarlett and violet characters. They will be in they're own post (There's a lot I like)
Characters: Adaman, Lysander, Raihan, Leon, Cynthia, Volo
💙💎Adaman💎💙
Adaman’s number one rule is that every moment counts. So when it comes to planning your birthday, he makes sure every second he spends planning results in the perfect outcome.
He would make sure to remember all of your favourite things to do and put as many as he can in one day without overdoing it. Adaman was always good at planning. Execution was the problem.
Headstrong and passionate don’t tend to go well together, so no matter how many hours he spends detailing everything. Planning around possible problems; as always something is bound to go wrong.
Surprise bandit attack; Alpha attack; Something happens in the Demand clan; Irida
Will that stop him from making this day all about you? Arceus no! He’s just gonna try harder to make you happy. Even if you're already beaming with the royal treatment he is giving you. Adaman won’t stop until the sun is gone, and he’s carrying you back home.
I would try and pinpoint 1 specific thing he’d do, but Adaman would do basically anything you wanted. Your wish was his command, whatever you wanted to do - he would do. Want to go on a catching spree? Sure. Want to walk along the coastal beach, when do we leave? Want to scale the cobalt mountains to reach the temple of Sinnoh? He’s already racing you up there.
You could drag him to the Alabaster Iceland's and he would follow you like a Fidough. It’s your day and he is going to make damn sure you feel like royalty by the end.
🧡☕Lysandre☕🧡
Lysandre is a busy man. Being the leader of Team flare and running his company and keeping his goal of beauty running smoothly. Time is not something he has! But for his darling's birthday, that's time he is happy to put aside.
He wouldn’t be particularly flashy about what he does for your birthday. He is a gentleman aftercall! Not psychotic at all he's fine i swear. Don’t expect Tengen Uzui to be flashy with him. Lysandre is much more laid back than that. He won’t show you off to the world if you aren't comfortable with it.
His personal life is something he likes to keep behind closed doors, so for your birthday, the most public he would get is taking you out around Lumios, weather that be a shopping spree, a nice conversation at a quiet café. Dinner at a nice restaurant would be a must however. He still wants you to feel special so he will spoil you rotten with gifts. Dudes got the money to burn.
I can see Lysandre planning something beforehand to keep the paparazzi distracted. Like calling in a favour with a friend high up and having them stage something on the other side of the city so you two can be together in peace.
Once you two get home, he will spend the night with you watching any movie or show you want. Reading with you, just talking with you. Anything you want so long as he can see that beautiful smile of yours.
Lysandre will go to bed with you but… It's a 50/50 shot if he will still be in bed when you wake up. If he is there, lucky you! If he isn’t there, expect an apology note written quite detailed and a nice breakfast with a simple apology gift next to it.
💗🐉Raihan🐉💗
Battle dates. This man will take you to every single gym tournament and battle he can just to watch your excited face when something awesome happens. Seeing his treasure smile makes him all bubbly and giddy.
But don’t worry, he isn't;’t just going to drag you around Galar showing you fight after fight. He isn’t that stupid. Raihan would definitely take you flying on Flygon so you can see the beauty of Galar from his view. Though his view won’t be on the land below.
For once, he will not mention Leon’s name once! I didn’t know that was possible but here we are. Today is about you, so Leon is flicked temporarily out of Raihans mind and into the naughty corner.
Photo’s everywhere. Anywhere you two go, he will either stop to take a selfie with you or tell you to go pose somewhere so he can capture the moment. Defiantly will ask you before posting the photo though. Sometimes though he will sneak a photo of you when he thinks you like breath-taking. Something to keep to himself. And don't even think about saying you look bad in one of them, because he will then take a million more to prove you wrong. That or smother you in kisses so you won't say it again.
Raihan will be like Lysander when it comes to gifts. This man will SPOIL YOU! Anything you want, you’d have to grab him by the hood to stop him taking the crowd of people down with him.
He would 1000% be down for a movie marathon as well if you would rather stay inside. He will have a fort built, snacks at the ready and every movie ready.
💜🎮Leon🎮💜
Bless his soul, he has no idea what to do. Leon would want to take you somewhere really nice he found during his travels, if only he could remember which direction it was in. Then he thought about a nice restaurant you had mentioned wanting to try. Which city was that in again? Perhaps he could take you out to the beach, where was that again?
He would leave it at. “I’ll follow you.” So just drag him around with you and he will gladly follow you and do what you wanna do. Just nothing reckless, he won’t do anything that could get you hurt. Unlike Raihan he would avoid battle arenas.
I feel like Leon would 100% be down for a gaming day, he’d let you take him to any game store and buy every game you wanted and just play all of them. Card, board, video all of them. Single player or multiplayer he will be right there cheering you on or giving you competitive gals with a smile.
If you're up for it, Leon would ask if Hop could join you two for a little while, not long as Leon does want to spend the day with you, but Hop sees you as a family too.
Dude cannot read. So do not ask him to read anything, he can’t tell the difference between Your and You’re. But if you like reading out loud, he will have his head in your lap listening to you read if that will make you happy.
Leon would try and make you the best cake he can! We know this man can decorate very well, the baking half is a hit or miss, definitely would have gotten help from an unknown alias. His mom.
🖤🌺Cynthia🌺🖤
Forest date. This woman would give you the royal treatment. Lysander got nothing on this Queen! She will take you anywhere you want for the day. But if you ask her to pick what you do or… a surprise!? She takes that as a challenge. You will most likely wind up on a secluded part of a meadow surrounded by nature.
Tranquil and beautiful, a place for just the two of you to spend time with one another. No champion duties, paparazzi, endless questions of your relationship. Just Her and you.
Cynthia’s Roserade would make it subtly rain rose petals around the area to add to her love for you. If it’s raining, she has a plan for that too. No rain is going to ruin your special day! Hope you like dancing in the rain because she is already dragging you out to the flower meadows to dance with you hand in hand.
You can guarantee she has a picnic somewhere hidden, Where you will never know that. But this woman has come PREPARED! She’s prepared for everything, and your birthday is no exception. She has everything, from your favourite snacks, drinks, everything. Even the blanket is your favourite colour. Cynthia even bought a pillow with her that you could sit on so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable if you wanted it.
Like Raihan her Pokémon would be involved. But instead of flying, she would use her Pokémon to put on a show for you. The rose petals from Roserade being just an example. Her Garchomp would show you a fireworks show when night arrived, along with the help of Togekiss.
She won’t spoil you with gifts. Instead she will have one thing she made for you herself. It won’t be very big, but it will show you the love she has for you. Whatever she made you, expect it to be incredibly meaningful.
💛✨Volo✨💛
Cynthia had to get her skills somewhere and this is where. Volo does everything Cynthia does but somehow even more extra.
If Cynthia gives you the royal treatment, he is giving you the Deity treatment. Man has Giratina at his call, he can literally give you anything! And he will use it to his advantage at every chance he gets. He will use his craftsman skills to make you a bracelet with all of the stones on as a mark of your journey together. If you want him to make another so you can match, oh look he already did! What are the chances?
This man will take you EVERYWHERE! Even places you have never been to before on the back of Giratina, he will show you the world most don’t get to see. The world he will build for you. But he won’t spoil that surprise.
He would definitely make you food, he travels alot so cooking is a must know skill. So your birthday with him isn't a day, it's a whole week. And every time he makes you something it is completely different. Volo is taking zero shortcuts on this adventure. He may have a Deity on his team, his Deity is sat infornt of him admiring the stars.
Speaking of Stars. Stargazing is a must on every clear night you two get. He would lay his jacket down for you to lay on and look up at the sky together.
Volo would make sure to stop around different areas and tell you about the history there, watching your expression carefully to see the enthusiasm and curiosity on it which just makes him want to try harder to get that smile to stay there.
He will also use his trade skills to get you something that caught your eye from wherever he took you. Volo may have money but he will use his skills where he can. Giratina isn’t the only benefit he has. Dude is a travelling merchant after all. He has more knowledge than everyone combined. Expect him to show you off however. He loves you more than anything, and wants the world to know that.
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