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D.U.D.E Part 23 - Family Portrait (Set in 2021)

Note: This is set in a universe where Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here. Chapter 22: here.

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 words. 18+ in places (18+ will be marked Mature). Please inform me if you ish to be tagged/untagged. If text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner thoughts. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Updated Bios: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio. Eddie - Bio.

Kirby's P.O.V:

Her uncle Bran had taken them to a booked out office building, there to greet them is the rest of Kirby's uncles, and aunts and their kids, Kirby's cousins, without their spouses or children.

Kirby's uncles and aunts are at different tables, surrounded by their kids, Kirby takes a moment to take in the sight of her whole family seemingly on the same page. Naoise and the other Cyhyraeths, Rhodri and the other Ogres, Uinseann and the other Clurichauns, Yorath and the other Hunters, Bran and the other Fomorians, Delwyn and the other Mountains, Fergus and the other Dullahans, and the other two Dragons, her mother and father.

Eddie raises an eyebrow as he looks up from the pram, "Okay, who is everyone?"

"Right," Kirby points to each member of the family as she lists off the names, "Naoise and Talulla, the eldest of my Uncles and his wife, their kids, Maeve, Deirdre, Jarlath, Patrick, Bridget, Rosaleen and Lochlainn. Rhodri and Grania, second eldest, their kids, Fionn, Aisling, Caoimhe, Uilliam, Ivor and Eithne. Uinseann and Odharnait, third eldest, their kids, Sean, Wyn, Haf and Tydfil."

"Remember to breathe, Doll." He whispers.

Kirby chuckles and smiles softly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Yorath and Deryn, fourth eldest, their kids, Vaughan , Neifion, Olwen, Gwen. You've already met Bran… Delwyn-"

"He looks like a Rottweiler." Eddie murmurs, covering his mouth with his left hand, the light glinting off his silver wedding ring.

"I know right," Kirby beams, "Anyway, his wife, Rhosyn, their daughter Llinos, and their son Roderick. Finally, my uncle Fergus, aunt Aoife and their son Flann… and you've already met my parents."

"Big family. I'll try and keep track of who's who." He notes, scratching his beard.

"This is without my cousins' spouses or kids, or their spouses and kids… oh wait no, there's Conan, Maeve has at least brought one of her kids."

Conan, a tall, broad-shouldered and muscular young man, orange hair with brown roots and blue eyes peek out from under an orange hoodie, when he turns his back to them, Eddie gets a clear view of the C.R.C logo on the back, the same symbol as some of Kirby's fancier shirts.

"He's ya cousin's son, he looks as old as you." Eddie raises an eyebrow.

"He is, actually he's a year older than me, and has two more kids than we do." She murmurs.

One of Kirby's cousins passes by Eddie closely, Kirby barely just notices a quick movement of their hands.

"Vaughan, give Eddie his wallet back or else." Kirby growls.

"Oh shit, sorry, here." Vaughan holds Eddie's wallet out to him.

"With all the money that was in there." She glares.

"There wasn't any… ugh, fine…" Vaughan sighs, replacing the money in Eddie's wallet.

"Notice anythin' missin', my soldier." She whispers, kissing Eddie gently.

The colour drains from Vaughan's face as he realises he's just stolen from Kirby's husband. He empties his pockets of everything, he's managed to steal from Eddie within a minute, it takes about three minutes for Vaughan to finally finish emptying his pockets.

"Please don't tell my wife." Vaughan requests.

"I don't have to tell her, she just watched you empty your pockets." Kirby grins, draping herself over Eddie's shoulders from behind.

Vaughan's face drops, looking over to see his wife, very annoyed at him, he goes running over in an attempt to calm her.

"He stole everythin' but my clothes… He's experienced at that?"

"Yep. He's spent two years in Prescoed for theft."

"Two years? Your cousin has spent time, in prison, for theft?"

"Never said any of them were saints." She murmurs, kissing him gently.

"Nah, ya saved that praise for my mother." Eddie smirks.

"That's because Ruthie is a saint, Saint Ruth, patron saint of New York."

Eddie chuckles, getting a seat at the table with Kirby's folks.

"Kirby, see Ivor, I told you she'd be here."

"Fionn," Kirby perks up as she looks over at the two heaviest-set of her cousins, "Come here, meet Eddie."

Fionn and his younger, though heavier-set, brother, Ivor walk over to Kirby and Eddie.

"Fionn Rhydderch, this is my brother, Ivor. We're responsible for Kirby loving food, and we made her experiment with food."

"Yeah, we also were the first people to get drunk." Ivor chimes in.

"Oh, so you two are why my wife likes kebabs so much?" Eddie asks as he shakes hands with Fionn and Ivor.

"Do you two remember, March fifth two-thousand-ten?"

"Yeah," Fionn nods, "Sharin' six extra-large pizzas, nine burgers, and three buckets of KFC. We each had two of those one litre bottles of soda and a tub of ice cream."

"Man, that was fun, especially the burping contest at that night's show. On commentary as well. Marciano hated us doin' that." Ivor giggles.

Eddie's jaw drops slightly at the mental image of Kirby, aged just nineteen, with Fionn and Ivor, all eating that much food in one sitting.

"Da, I'm gonna go get myself a coffee, you guys want anythin'?" Kirby asks as she stands next to her husband.

"Can you pick me up a pack of menthols and a Red Bull, Ma?"

Kirby nods, making a note on her phone, listening to her parents' requests, grabbing her wallet from her purse and going to the shop next door, a roughly five to ten minute long trip.

She jokingly sends Eddie a text of 'If I'm not back in 20, call the cops'.

It should have been under ten minutes, should have been less than an hour. Should have been.

Then again, she wasn't planning on being knocked out.

Nor was she planning on waking up, in what looks like, a dungeon or a creepy basement from a horror movie.

Oww, fuck, my head's killin' me.

She looks around the room a little, no signs of life.

She goes to speak, but her mouth has been wrapped in duct-tape, all that she says is too muffled to decipher.

She goes to move, quickly realising that she's tired tightly to a chair, or rather a stool with a metal pole behind it connected to both the ceiling and floor.

Where the fuck am I?

She puts her head down to pray, almost giving herself whiplash when she hears laughter.

What is this? Some sort of sick joke from one of Eddie's friends? No, Homicide, Moxley, Marciano, not even Penta laughs like that, and it's for sure not Eddie, to deep, to bassy… Mike?

Kirby's eyes widen, to an almost unnatural degree.

Eddie was right, Mike's helping Damien… I let him into my home, I let him around my children… MY SONS! EDDIE!

Kirby's heart pounds in her chest, like a bird attempting to flee a tightly locked cage.

I gotta get to my sons, I need to find a way back to Eddie. Fuck you Mike, I trusted you, I spent so many years trusting you. Only for this?! For my best friend to betray me?!

She feels someone grab her chin and force her to look at them, Vi, smiling devilishly.

"Rise and shine, cupcake." She whispers.

"Hey big girl, what, you're angry at us for kidnapping the mama bear away from her cubs?" Ashkii chuckles, a glimmer of gold in his smile.

"Or," Yoshi's voice echoes as she gets closer, heels clicking against steel steps, "Perhaps she's mad at us for taking her away from the American boy?"

"You like American dick, I got one right here for ya." Ash laughs, thrusting his crotch towards her face, doing the DX crotch chop as he does so.

Mike's laughter in the background is joined by Damien's.

"That's enough taunting her, I think it's time for our proposal." Damien dismisses Ash, Vi and Yoshi.

Kirby watches them walk away, her attention snapping to Damien when he rips the tape off her mouth. Ouch, motherfucker, why'd you have to be such an asshole?! Damien chuckles when he sees the fury in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt, beast?"

"What do you want, Damien?"

"I want the band back together. Think of it, my child, The Native Pride Regime, on tour, all over America."

"I have children, Damien, I can't be away from my sons like this." She glares at him, feeling Mike's hand on the back of her neck.

"If you agree to this plan, I'll keep you alive." He offers.

"Fine, I'll be a puppet on a string for you, but only if I can see my sons." She bargains.

"Deal… oh, and I won't be so nice if you refuse my orders this time around." He chuckles, leaving Kirby with Mike.

Mike forcibly kisses her, she tries to get away but he holds onto her neck, shoving her tongue in her mouth and filming in, pulling away and whispering to her, "I'll show ya husband, ya moved on from him fine."

The beating soon begin again, any time she moves even a finger out of time or out of the line.

Soon ending up underweight and an alcoholic again, drinking to numb her pain and too afraid to pray, no longer having her phone or wallet.

Her belongings, other than her clothes, all end up in Damien's possession within a week.

Her bra and panties end up in Mike's lecherous and lewd hands, every night she's handcuffed to his bedpost, forced to sleep next to him. He had taken to filming himself making out with her and sending it to Eddie, getting a sick joy from when she cries during the videos. She had been forced to see him naked, in his sleep, every night for nearly a month.

A month of her sons developing into humans, ripped from her like it was nothing.

They had been ghosting AEW for the entire month, following them via the independent circuit and actually playing music at bars and clubs. Kirby was certain someone got a glimpse of her in Ohio, and knew that Jon had been trying to call her when they reached New Jersey. Sara had dragged two of the other girls, on the roster, away from walking in Kirby's direction in Cincinnati, and then at the next show, the wrathful idiot had also gotten rid of Moxley, when he tried to approach Kirby whilst face-timing Eddie at that event.

New York, the place Eddie and her had called home, September 29th, Rochester, not quite home, home is Yonkers.

She was back to being the scared girl she was upon first meeting Eddie.

When Eddie caught a glimpse of her backstage, she ran, not towards him but away. Shit, fuck, Damien will rip me limb from limb, nope! Not today!

Her fear overwhelmed her like the ocean to the Titanic in its last moments, dragging her into the depths of her own mind, suffocating any hope she had left that he still loved her.

She could hear footsteps running after her, as she ran through the parking lot, the sound following her until she reached an alleyway and hid, her body trembling, behind a dumpster with no way out if whoever, or whatever, caught her there.

She covers her mouth to quiet the sounds of her breathing. Shit, they followed me down here. Her mind races as she races as she listens to the footsteps get closer. That doesn't sound like any of the Lucifarians, or the Hounds, or the band members of the Native Pride Regime. I can't identify them, Fuck! The sound gets closer, accompanied by heavy breathing, whoever this is, is out of breath, they're badly out of breath, and sniffing or snivelling, clearly emotional either way.

"I can tell ya here, let's just talk about this." Kirby can only tell the voice is a man, possibly Santana, Ortiz or… God forbid, Kingston. Damien's beaten me so badly, I can't even tell if that's Kingy.

She slowly stands up, mentally thanking the late night hour for making everything so dark, I might actually have a chance at sneaking away… if I knew Rochester as well as I have grown to know the disgusting taste of Mike's tongue.

A passing police car lights up her figure for a moment in blue light, allowing the person to see her pale frame.

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