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slowly working on archiving, find becks and finn at @cltchmps

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“A shy little boy who always felt just a little bit different.”

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↳ GYM Girl

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remembering that i have a stranger things verse for becky where she's a wrestling coach at hawkins ope ...

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"The line starts with me."  Finn Bálor + Seth Rollins WWE Raw 7/17/2023

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*** - places this tentatively in front of you all - help me voice test fi. nn ba.lor mayhaps?

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❛ i’m yours , only yours - ❜ (to finn from becky)

" aye, that's RIGHT lass, and don't ya forget it! "

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[ FLASH ] ― my muse ‘accidentally’ flashes your muse. (for finn from becky)

another hotel, another tour throughout the indie circuit in europe. eyes comprised of fire and ice in equal measure make easy work of admiring his most promising student. she was well on her way to becoming legendary, and he knew somewhere deep down that she was going to make a name for herself and in many ways? she already had. the young prince cannot help but simply watch her undress. cheeks flush an almost tomato shade, and it reaches his ears as they make eye contact the minute shirt leaves frame. he forces himself to gaze elsewhere. " sorry lass, didn't uh, didn't mean t' look. "

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@rhearip in which devil and i help each other test becky and finn.

the air is comfortably quiet between them for the time. she's perched in his favorite place, his lap. those familiar, strong thighs and the weight of her frame provides a solace he hadn't known in some time. how long had it been, exactly? years? too long by finn's admittedly biased reckoning. fingers dare to brave gentle caresses of every inch of flesh countenance offered, all the while smiling like a fool. there's a lamenting expression along with languid one and it swirls around behind ceruleans, the flicker of hellfire accompanies it only burning brighter when met with the straight fire in hers. " can't count the ways that i been missin' ya, lass ... " voice is gruff, low. hands then move to let digits rake through orange locks. " still so beautiful, more so even ... you just keep getting better with time, rebecca. "

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Raw || November 06 - 2023

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*slides the dash ten dollars* the things i would give to have someone write becks with my finn, and the way he would totally be like shores.y from the letterkenn.y franchise with that girl .... there'd finn be, being so good to your becky

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her words are enough to bring forth a brief lived chuckle. in fact, despite the obvious veering away from the subject, she wasn't wrong. finn needed just as much focus as he could muster in the next coming days, for his match with seth; the foreboding and daunting rematch this very weekend. " aye, lass ... i'm focused. " he assures her, the flame of the demon king's eye unmistakable, unrivaled in its ferocity and wrath. he doesn't let it distract him from the all too prevalent truth. something was amiss with the eradicator. " well, ya know, whatever has got itself wrapped around y'r brain, you can tell me ... promise. "

" somethin' on y'r mind there, sis? ya're looking a bit troubled ... " from finn for rhea with love

“me? no way. focused as ever. troubled? pft. mami never gets off track. you on the other hand.. should probably focus up.”

deflecting, as always. rolling her shoulders forward in a bit of a tactic to look focused, head strong. her usual demeanor.

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*slides the dash ten dollars* the things i would give to have someone write becks with my finn, and the way he would totally be like shores.y from the letterkenn.y franchise with that girl .... there'd finn be, being so good to your becky

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there's nothing quite like the grating voice of seth rollins, and that obnoxious laughter to get his blood boiling. beneath flesh, the demon slithers about, begging to be let out. all in due time. " no, ya can't call me pal, ya fucking sod. " he hisses beneath breath. you lost. those words strike chords better left not strummed, or even touched at all by human hands. eyes narrow at the subtle jab and it's like years of feelings ravaged his consciousness in a matter of seconds. theirs was a 7 year itch. but by the demon's reckoning it had been well over fifteen for him and his beloved former student, best friend, deepest love and now he stares in the face of the man who gets to stand where he should be. " may have lost the battle, but the war's far from over ... " finger moves to jab him right in the center of his chest. there's something foreboding and not entirely human behind balor's blues. " ... and you'd be well off to leave her out of this. i mean it, "

" if ya t'ink this is over, ya got another thing coming ... boyo, " from finn with love for seth

‘buddy— pal, can I call ya pal? i know this power kink you got goin’ with your lil judgment day crew.. it’s kinda gettin to your head a bit. but.. the reality is, and always will be.. you lost, bucko. in more ways than just in the ring.”

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❛ pin . to restrain my muse’s hands during intimacy . (your choice!)

his hands coil around wrists like slime-slicked sea-fairing serpents ready to devour another victim whole, akin to the tales told in ireland about the fomori. but she's not like the rest, she's different. tougher, meaner, stronger ... so it'd be remise to say that the demon isn't rejoicing in this rare moment. proof is this moment that rhea isn't an immovable, unbeatable force. he's got her right where he wants, and it shows in the smirk that toys at bearded features, facial hair parting to reveal those chesire pearly whites. if anything, they're razor sharp and itching to sink into something, anything.

the eradicator just might have to do.

his attention is a brand which contrasts that of becky. with her, he's gentle like she's made of the most purest, valuable gems and metals. but with rhea, it's a rare romp that's usually rough and not unaccompanied by the others of the judgment day. tonight was not commonplace for a number of reasons, but he refuses to dwell. rather, he focuses on her and the way she squirms like she wants to get away, or better yet ... wants more. as demon's desires begin to outweigh prince's principles, he realizes that he might just have to let ole balor of the evil eye manifest through the best form of carnal sin.

no, wait ... what is he doing?

he's at the threshold of a very dangerous place somewhere between violence and another brand of voracious appetites. the smile evaporates into low, throaty growl. it's the only thing close to speech offered, a man of few if any words when he's like this. grip tightens until he's at the precipice of leaving a bruise. he sees in flashes the minute changes of her facial expressions and it reminds him that she's never quite seen him this way, not like this. not outside the confines of the squared circle.

around them, smoke bellows out faintly.

the smell of sulfur and seawater is pungent, along with blood and the distinct scent of burning trees and flesh alike.

alas, it vanishes.

quick are his movements as he relinquished her, pushing himself back only to let hand rub over face for a brief flicker of time. it allows him just enough composure to speak. " 'm sorry lass, " accent thick with unquelled urges for carnage and carnal desires. uncomfortable, unsure laughter comes in the form of breathy, short lived chuckle. " don't quite know what came over me, there. "

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@rhearip is helping test finn.

" . . . there's all manner of risks involved 'ere, love. " the demon's cerulean reflect dark abyss behind them, flames flickering a calling card to the very demon of his heritages mythology with whom he shares a name. he leans close, like what he has to say next is important, and confidential - because it is. finger raised to emphasize importance. " if they're worth takin', make sure it's calculated. "