#luchasaurus fanfiction

[kcloveswrestling]

Y/N: *while in a relationship with Luchasaurus* if history repeats itself, i’m getting a dinosaur

Luchasaurus: *sits next to you*

Y/N: *surprised* i didn’t think that would actually work…

Jungle Boy: …you- huh?

Y/N: …well…i have a dinosaur now…

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… @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @moxxieswitchblade @inastrangerskiss i feel like i should have an explanation for this…but i just don’t…

[sophiewolfheart-blog]

Hello everyone! So I decided to make a Halloween fic this year. (Yes I know it’s late, but it’s better late than never.) I really hope you all enjoy the read as much as I enjoyed making it.

I also am going to make this world in this fanfiction my own. Keep the theme going and do other fics and what not based in it just for fun.

Happy late Halloween everyone!

Halloween Hunt

Demon Malakai Black x Plus Size Reader x Monster Luchasaurus

Kinks: Con-non con, primal, breeding, bondage

Word count: 2458 words

Tags: @writtingrose @omg-im-such-a-masochist

It’s Halloween night with a full blood moon casting its eerie glow across the land. Many elders of the town had chosen to stay inside, for they fear the legend that has haunted this land for decades. A demon lord was said to come during full blood moons with those who follow him, but legend also speaks of a black scaled monster who obeys the demon. A terrifying beast who could destroy 3 men at once if commanded to attack. Despite it being a faded memory the warning of being out during a full blood moon was still the norm for some older generations. The younger generation however have no fear of this legend and enjoy the night either trick or treating, or partying to celebrate the day of All Hallow’s Eve.

A young woman named (Y/N) was walking alone along a forest pathway surrounded by ghostly white river birch trees. the blood moon’s light causing the orange leaves on the ground to look brighter, seemingly to illuminate around her. Her home sits in the middle of the massive forest, the trail was originally for horses and wagons to travel. Now it’s her own private trail to her little cottage. As she walked a cold wind harshly blew through the trees, causing (Y/N) to shiver as the atmosphere seemed to change from peaceful to a darker somber one. Her eyes looked around cautiously as she felt she was not alone on this path, feeling a dark gaze from somewhere within the forest around her.

She walked quicker along the path to try and hurry home. However when she reached a bend that would lead right to her cottage, a strong scent drifted in the wind to her that was unnatural within her forest. The smell of oak, mahogany, and musk filled her nose while the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She began to run as fast as she could down the path, her heart pounding in her ears with pure adrenaline and fear. She could just hear a deep, guttural growl before heavy footsteps charged from the forest. She never looked back and only focused on the path ahead of her, the path to safety.

Within a few minutes of running she could see the bright porch light of her cottage, however as she got closer a figure appeared in her way. Putting on the brakes (Y/N) stops dead in her tracks, staring into the blue and white eye of who stood in her way to the cottage. His dark hair and auburn beard framed his face as he took a step toward her. “Well hello, does a little thing like you live here all alone? It’s dangerous out here, anything could be lurking in these woods.” His voice held a dark tone and yet sent shivers down her spine. (Y/N) took some frantic steps backwards trying to get away from the man before her, however her back slammed against what felt like a solid form of muscles. A chuckling growl vibrated the chest against her back while a clawed hand grabbed her arm. “Little girl’s shouldn’t be alone. You never know what kind of monsters might be in the shadows.”

Before he could get her other arm she managed to duck under his arm grabbing her, then with a grunt she kicked his knee making his grip loosen. With a harsh pull she freed her arm and ran to the side where she used the trees to block the other man from getting her. With great effort she ran for the front door with her hand already grabbing the key from her pocket. As quick as she could she managed to unlock the door and get the door open, unfortunately she failed to realize the monster had caught up. His body slammed into her and both fell to the floor with him on top of her, pinning her down he laughed softly while his red eyes filled with hunger. “Nice try little dove, but a mere human can’t outrun the likes of me and my master.”

A dark chuckle came from the door, then the sound of it shutting and locking reached her ears. As the beast above her moved to lean closer to her face, (Y/N) felt something firm pressing against her thigh. The man in the suit groaned and laughed softly as he got closer. “Really? The chase got to you that quick, Luchasaurus?” He folded his arms over his chest while Luchasaurus glared at him over his shoulder. “I can’t help it! The hunt is such a turn on, then seeing this plump girl running for her life just made things worse. Don’t kink shame me, Malakai!”

Malakai just laughs and looks over their little prey now at their mercy. His mismatched eyes scanned her struggling form with a malicious grin. “I think we shall have fun with this one before taking her soul. Get her to the bedroom and use these to restrain her.” He handed Luchasaurus some silk made rope before the monster scooped her up with a growl. “Don’t you dare fight me, or else I will take a bite out of you. Understood?” (Y/N) shivered with a nod as she let him carry her to her bedroom. She was too afraid to even talk as the two men ‘s aura felt dark and that they were not bluffing.

Luchasaurus laid her with her head hanging over the edge of the bed and tied her hands to each post before using his clawed hands to rip her clothes to shreds. Malakai laughed seeing how eager his best monster was. “You can get the first taste Luchasaurus, I’m gonna make sure she can’t scream.” Both men stripped off whatever clothing they had on as (Y/N) tried to press her legs together, her cheeks flushed pink while her eyes tried to look away. Malakai grabbed her neck with a deep growl vibrating his chest. “You better open those legs before we get forceful.” With a gulp she slowly opened her legs before letting out a yelp as Luchasaurus grabbed her plump thighs roughly, lightly cutting her flesh with his claws and making a little blood trickle down her lifted legs.

“Look at this curvy girl, Malakai. She is going to look adorable covered in bruises and cuts.” Luchasaurus bent his head down to her (F/C) lace panties while licking his fangs. He slowly bites the crotch of the panties and her clit through them. (Y/N) yelped from his bite before her face went full red, feeling him taking her panties off with his teeth. Malakai slapped his cock against her slightly open lips. “Open up princess. Obey us and we might spare your life.” His hand lightly squeezed her throat in encouragement then grinning like the Cheshire Cat as her mouth opened. “Good girl.”

Slowly the tattooed demon pushed his cock into her mouth just as Luchasaurus slid a finger into her with a grin. “She is already wet for us, master. Is the little dove turned on?” He roughly pushed his finger in then curled it, making (Y/N) flinch and choke on Malakai’s cock. Both men groan watching her reaction with hunger. “Hurry the fuck up and get her ready. I want that delicious pussy clenching my cock like her throat is.” Luchasaurus nodded as he pulled his finger out to grab her hips with both hands before pressing his tongue against her soaking folds. (Y/N) let out a muffled moan while her legs flinched in his grasp.

Suddenly time seemed to stand still as the monster jerked back with a shocked look on his face. “Malakai.” His red eyes flashed brown for a moment before turning back to red, he made eye contact with his master and both had a look of hope before a new hunger clouded their gaze. Luchasaurus grabbed her hips and gently lifted them up before shoving his tongue into her folds with a hungry growl. Malakai started to thrust harder into (Y/N)’s mouth while one hand gripped her throat while the other gripped a handful of hair at the back of her head. “Fuck! Just when I thought this evening couldn't get better.” He grins down at her before making eye contact with Luchasaurus again. “Wij heb een fokker gevonden!~”

The monster between her thighs began eating her out as if it was the last thing he would ever devour. (Y/N) felt waves of pleasure as he ate her out as if it was his last meal. Malakai groaned as he shoved his cock once more down the little human’s throat before pulling out. (Y/N) coughed and gasped for hair as the demon above her laughed. “Laten we samen deze kleine fokken.” Luchasaurus grinned as he sat up with her arousal soaking his lips and beard. “Agreed. Let’s double stuff her till she passes out.” Malakai untied her hands only to put them together behind her back. He then took a seat on her bed.

(Y/N) struggled until the demon forced her to sit in his lap after he leaned his back against the headboard. He then grinds his cock against her soaked pussy. “Good job, my warrior. She is perfect for us to ravish and stuff.” She felt the monster come up behind her and rub his cock against her wet folds as well. “W-Wait! I can’t take you both! It’s impossible! Y-you will kill me.” Malakai grabs her throat and kisses her roughly. “Oh, you will take both of us. And we will stuff you till our seed flows out of your tight cunt.”

Before she could get another word out both men shove their cocks into her pussy, making her almost scream from the slight pain. Luchasaurus groaned as he pressed his face against her neck. “Mmm! Fuck she’s tight as hell!” Malakai moaned as he kissed (Y/N) again as his tongue shoved into her mouth. “Mmm, yes. So tight and fertile.” Without giving her a chance to adjust they start thrusting into her, growling groaning let both their lips as they fuck her. She moaned when Luchasaurus bit her shoulder as his thrusts became rougher, making her breasts bounce in Malakai’s face.

“F-Fuck! I can’t! Too much!” The demon suddenly wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and bit it softly, causing her to choke on a moan as her pussy tightened around them both. Luchasaurus’s growling moans became louder as his right hand started rubbing her clit. “Mmmm! Fuck yes! Get tighter for us, little dove. Drive us feral to breed and claim you.” Both men started to get more handsy and grab her curvy body wherever they could. Their lips and teeth touching and biting her delicate skin to claim more of her body as theirs.

(Y/N) was so confused and yet could not help but be turned on by their words and actions. Her body was burning with intense pleasure as her pussy was stuffed. Slowly she gave into the lust and leaned back against Luchasaurus while still riding Malakai. “A-Ahh! Please, please.” This made the monster smirk as he licked along her neck while Malakai pulled back to make her look into his eyes. “Please what? Use your words, tell us what our little prey wants from her new masters?” Her eyes stared into his as his hands slipped to her hips, gripping her flesh to grind against her as his cock slid to the base in her. She fell under his spell as she fully gave in. “Please make me cum. I’m so close, Master Malakai.” Her pussy throbbed around them while her legs shook from riding him.

With a dark chuckle the demon snapped his fingers at Luchasaurus. “Lay on your back, Lucha. It’s time to make her scream our names.” Nodding his head the beast moved slowly to lay on his back with her laying on him. Malakai moved to his knees and looked down at her with a grin. As soon as they got comfortable their thrusting started again with a new energy, their hips slapping against hers rougher now. Lucha’s hands held her hips tight as he picked up the pace. “Fuck! So close, little dove. Master, let me cum in her!” Malakai laughs as he thrusted harder into (Y/N) and makes her take more of Lucha, making the lantern groan. “No, we cum together in this little human. Hold it a bit longer until I say so.” He grabbed Lucha’s throat with a sinister grin. “Or else I will blue ball you and you won’t get to cum for a month!”

He growled in agreement before both men continued to breed her, leaving bite marks and red scratches on her body. Soon Malakai pressed his face against the left side of her neck while Lucha had her right. “Mmm! Make her cum with us! Fuck let’s make her a mother.” Lucha suddenly started to rub (Y/N)’s clit harder and even slapped it as he and Malakai desperately thrust harder into her. “Fuck! Yes dove! Cry out our names! Say you belong to us!”

When both slammed into her together they hit her g-spot perfectly, causing her to scream as she cums on their cocks. Lucha kept rubbing her clit as he and Malakai roared out as they cum deep inside her, filling her with their seed. Both men bite into her shoulder and neck as they claim her, now she belonged to them forever. As she passed out from the intensity the monster softly was licking her neck with a purr. “Sleep now. You did so good for us.” Malakai chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “Yes, you need to sleep. When you awaken, we will take you to our home. Where you will be loved, fed, and spoiled.” (Y/N) tried to speak but was shushed by the demon as he lightly stroked her hair. “Shhh, close those eyes and sleep. You will know our reasoning later.”

Slowly they moved to where all three could sleep comfortably while staying inside her to make sure she gets pregnant. Neither man cared about who got to impregnate her first, they only desired to protect and breed her. She was more important than she knew, a very special human who could give them children. (Y/N) allowed the darkness of sleep to take her as she curled up in the arms of a demon lord and a monster, feeling safer with them than she ever did before. The young woman had a feeling her life will never be the same after that All Hallows Eve night.

[midwestmade29]

Private Celebration 🚿

Thanks for sending in the request @brideofinfamy! I hope you enjoy the story 🖤

Word count: 1,577 Divider by: Me 🙂 GIF is not mine

Original request: “can you please write an Christian Cage X Fem Reader Story where Reader is his on controversial young on screen Girlfriend, but she always had an thing for him and vice versa, and when Christian successfully retained his TNT Championship at Revolution she admits with an devilish smirk backstage that she exactly knew how to "celebrate" the win and they end up having sex in the shower of his locker room. Afterwards Christian says he could get used to those kind of celebrations with her and ask if she wants to be his”

Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🤷🏻‍♀️

You and Christian have a private celebration together after his TNT title match…

It was no secret that you and Christian had major chemistry on screen, even despite your age difference. He is the Patriarch of AEW, and you are his adoring on screen girlfriend, making quite the pair whenever you wreaked havoc inside the ring and during promos. The fans were convinced that you and Christian were really a couple with the kisses, touches, and glances you often shared in front of the camera, but what they didn’t know is that you weren’t pretending anymore. The truth is you had developed real feelings for him along the way, but you never said anything or acted on them behind the curtain. There were moments when you could’ve sworn he was flirting with you, but surely this was all just business for him.

It was the night of the Revolution PPV, and you were dressed to the nines and your hair and makeup were looking flawless. When you stepped into Christian’s dressing room his jaw dropped and you swore you heard him curse under his breath. He cleared his throat and composed himself before speaking, “You umm, you look beautiful Y/N,” You smiled and offered your thanks, the way his eyes lingered on you made your cheeks flush a little. Christian chuckled to himself, prompting you to ask, “What’s so funny?”

“Everyone thinks it’s me who runs the show, but you’re the real showstopper. The Patriarchy is lucky to have you. Hell, I’m lucky to have such a beautiful young thing like you on my arm. Shall we?” he spoke sweetly as he extended his arm out to you.

Christian’s match against Daniel Garcia was just about to start, the entire Patriarchy stood with him in gorilla position waiting for his music to hit. He appeared to be a little nervous, so you grabbed his hand and gave it a little squeeze, earning a big grin from him in return. “You’re going to do great Christian. When it’s all said and done and you retain your championship, we’ll celebrate,” you encouraged. “Let’s do this,” he said while walking up the steps to the tunnel, still holding onto your hand. The second his song reverberated through the arena; the boos almost drowned it out. You strutted down the ramp, keeping in step with Christian while Killswitch and Nick followed behind.

Just like every match when you watched Christian, something inside you ignited and made your thoughts wander from the things going on in the ring to what you’d like to do to him behind closed doors. The way he flexed his muscles made you picture his strong arms lifting you up and carrying you over to a bed and letting him have his way with you. Your head snapped back into the match when you heard a loud thud on the mat followed by Christian yelling at the ref. The tables had turned when Garcia went on a run, knocking Christian all over the place and gaining the crowd’s support in the process.

You did your usual antics of distracting the ref and making a scene, which allowed Killswitch to get involved in the match without the ref noticing. Christian immediately went for the pin when Killswitch slid out of the ring, the ref taking notice and giving the 3 count. Nick was the first one in the ring to celebrate his father figure’s victory, followed by Killswitch and then you. You were caught up in the excitement of Christian retaining his title when you bumped Nick out of the way and wrapped your arms around him! He returned your embrace by pulling you in close before crashing his lips against yours! Sure, you’ve kissed on camera before, but this time it felt different. It was filled with more passion and was more intimate even with thousands of people around you. Your heartbeat was fast and steady when the kiss was broken when the ref held up Christian’s arm in victory.

The sound of boos and a few cheers sent you, Christian, Killswitch, and Nick on your way backstage. Everyone in the back congratulated Christian and Daniel on a job well done, giving each of them pats on the back and high fives, all the while you and Christian never taking your eyes off each other. There was a crackle in the air, and it wasn’t from the match! When he was finally able to step away from all the people, he made his way over to you and you greeted him with a devilish smirk on your face, “So, champ, why don’t we head back to your dressing room? I know exactly how to celebrate your win…”

Without hesitation, Christian let you guide him hand in hand back to his dressing room. It was obvious now more than ever that he desired you just as much as you did him when he closed the door in a hurry and pinned you up against it! Both of you were breathing fast and hard when he finally spoke up, “So, what was it you had in mind for the celebration, Y/N? I can think of a few ways, but I’d much rather hear your thoughts,” Christian’s lips were mere inches from yours when you murmured against them, “Well champ, I think a shower is in order,”

“A shower? That’s how you want to celebrate?” he interrupted, causing you to chuckle at his raised eyebrows. “Yes, only you won’t be showering alone,” you hinted.

Christian took your response and ran with it, lifting you up by your thighs and carrying you in the direction of the shower. Your lips never parted on the trek over to it, your fingers intertwined with his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist while your center pressed against his hard length. He lowered you to your feet and you turned the water on, wasting no time getting both of you underneath it as he backed you up against the shower wall. Your clothes were a sopping wet mess as you and Christian tugged and pulled at them to remove them from your body. It took less effort to take off his ring gear, his hard length finally free from all restrictions when each piece was thrown into a pile on the floor. He took each of your breasts in his hands, massaging them and toying with your nipples. “You’re perfect, Y/N. So. Fucking. Perfect,” he complimented before taking a stiff peak in his mouth.

You squirmed against the tile wall as his tongue lapped and flicked against it while sucking in between. Your soft moans echoed off the walls, steam flowing from the shower in thick pillows through the air. Christian’s fingers found themselves in between your legs, teasing your clit before he slid 2 fingers inside of you with ease, “Ah! Christian!” you cried out. “Just like that!” He groaned in approval against your neck, getting lost in the feeling of you coming undone from his fingers alone. He could tell your orgasm was close when your walls started gripping his fingers tightly and your breathing accelerated. “Cum for me baby girl, let yourself go,” Your legs shook, and you nearly lost your balance as your orgasm ripped through you!

Before you had a chance to fully recover, Christian lifted you up and aligned himself at your entrance before pushing himself inside you. Your back slid up and down the tiles as he thrusted, your breasts bounced against his toned chest while the hot water cascaded over the both of you. He filled you completely and stretched your tight cunt in all the best ways, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm. “My sweet little thing, taking me so well! Tell the whole arena who makes you feel this good. Let them know who your champion is,” Christian said through gritted teeth. “Y-you do Christian! Ah, shit! Christian!”

You and Christian came almost simultaneously, your bodies quaking against one another, and your moans and curses intertwined while you both rode out the high. The water was now running cold, which caused you to shiver, catching the eye of the champ. “Come on baby, let’s get you dried off,” Christian said as he turned the faucet off. He sweetly wrapped a towel around your shoulders and rubbed his hands up and down your arms to help warm you. He pulled you into his arms, embracing you tightly and you reveled in the heat his body was offering you. “I know I’ve never told you this before, but you’re everything to me Y/N. I miss you when we’re not together and I’m the best version of me when we are. I don’t want to just be a couple on tv anymore. Would you be mine, even when the cameras are off? Let’s give us a real try baby,” You pulled your head back and peered up at him, noticing immediately that he was serious. This was the moment you had hoped for all along, and you couldn’t believe it was really happening! “Yes Christian! I’d love to be yours!”

He let your words sink in for a few seconds before kissing you and smiling against your lips at the fact you were now officially his girlfriend. When he started chuckling, you asked him what was so funny, his response making you laugh too.  “I hope I keep retaining this title,” Christian smiled.

“And why is that?”

“Because I could get used to these kinds of celebrations…”

[1-800-sinister]

Payback

Requested By: @houseofcopeland

Warnings: None that i know of

Julia was fighting against Skye Blue. She was having a tough time; she didn't notice that Adam Copeland came out. 

Adam came out and decided to interfere with Julia's match to help her retain her title. Julia retained her title, thanks to Adam's help, they went backstage. 

Julia and the rest of the House of Black stared at Adam. He spoke up, "Look, I pledge my allegiance to the House of Black, but I need your help. I want payback on Christian and the patriarchy and to win the title in Toronto." 

Julia looks at Buddy, Malakai, and Brody. They all nodded. Malakai spoke up, "We can do that, but you have to help us win the Aew trio's titles." Adam nodded, "I can do that."

Adam kept up with his part of the deal; he helped the House of Black win the trio's titles, so now it was the House of Black's turn to keep up with their part of the deal. 

Time came for Adam's and Christians match in Toronto. They were fighting in the ring when the House of Black came out. Christian was confused, but he kept fighting with Adam.

The boys handled Nick and Killswitch while Julia handled Shayna. Christian got distracted, which caused Adam to get the upper hand. He knocked Christian out, pinning him to the win.

When Christian came back to his senses, everything clicked. Adam had taken his title. He stood up. Adam smirked, putting down the title "At the end of the day, the house always wins," and he speared Christian. 

[madhatterbri]

Thanksgiving Debrief | Christian, Lucha, and Nick

Summary: Despite Nick waking up early to make his father happy, Christian let's Nick know how to improve.

Requested by @cody-uso

Nick Wayne woke up early on Thanksgiving day to make his father happy. He wanted everything to be perfect to make him proud. All the usual fixings would be present on the table for Christian and Lucha.

He prepared for weeks for this day by researching the order to cook the meals. He knew the turkey would take forever so that was the first thing he would start. He preheated the oven and started preparing the sides. Nick vowed this would be the best day ever. It wasn't.

Between having to run to get forgotten ingredients and dropping dishes the dinner was quickly approaching. All his research seemed pointless at this point. He tried to keep his cool. That is what his dad would do.

The dinner was as silent as Nick expected. Luchasaurus ate happily without a single complaint. He chewed loudly growling when the food fell back on to the plate. Christian sat at the head of the table as if contemplating what exactly he was tasting. Once he was done with his plate he stared at Nick.

"What does this turkey and the Sahara desert have in common?" Christian asked breaking the silence. Luchasaurus moved to get seconds of all the food on the table. "Both are dry,"

"It would have been nice to have some cheese with macaroni and cheese," he shrugged while pointing to the pot of macaroni and cheese. Lucha stopped eating to look at the two men.

"Unfortunately my doctor won't be in until Monday to prescribe me blood pressure meds for all the salt I just ate," he patted his fist against his chest as if to get his heart working.

"I thought I was having mashed potatoes not soup," he sighed in disappointment. He raised the spoon to show the mashed potatoes fall in liquid form. He may have added too much mashed potatoes. Nick gulped taking the verbal abuse of his hard worked meal.

"At least we can use the biscuits you made to choke anyone that gets in our way when I'm confucting business," he hit the hard biscuit against the table. "Or maybe even use those instead of steel chairs to knock someone out,"

"Come on my right hand of destruction. We must prepare for Black Friday," Christian announced and stood up from the table. Lucha followed after him and growled. "Don't worry we will stop at McDonalds before for a real meal,"

The door closed and Nick gasped for air. He hadn't noticed he was breathing. At least they were gone. A small smile appeared on his face. Christian couldn't even stomach Jack's food.

[nickswayne]

• Court of Cage •

The Dynamics

- just a short little intro to know the basics of this series and the details of the relationships within -

The dynamic between you and Christian Cage was an interesting one to say the least. On screen you were a part of his stable, a badass vixen donning leather and lace, but off screen, you were Christian’s princess, still badass in you’re own way, but you left the leather and mean facade at the door. Things weren’t super different from TV after all, you didn’t have to show your mean side as much. God help anyone who hurt Christian’s girl, his princess, his queen. If he didn’t get to them first, Luchasaurus would.

Your dynamic with the dinosaur was probably the most interesting, where you and Christian were dating, you and Judas had this unique bond. He was your protector, your bodyguard, but you also had him as your lover at times and your predator at others. He didn’t partake in yours and Christian’s activities often, but when he did, he was fierce and animalistic, Christian didn’t have to teach him anything, it’s like he knew instantly how handle and tame the entitled bratty princess, and turn her into a mewling mess. Having his monstrous way with you as Christian watched, smirking and approving.

That was once in a blue moon though. Most of the time it was just you and Christian, The king and his princess. Full lovers you were, thriving off of each other’s energy, the calm to each other’s storm. He always knew what you wanted, and god did he spoil you?Christian Cage, the condescending, arrogant man who took what he wanted and didn’t care about the costs, loved you most of all. He loved your attitude, your spunk, your love, the way you smile, the way you feel, he loved it all and you loved him just the same. You thought you didn’t have any more love to give.

Until he came along.

Sweet darling Nicky.

Nick Wayne. A troubled young man that’s for sure, but he had a fire in him that caught your eye aswell as Christian’s. The man watched him from afar for weeks, taking notes on his demeanor and the fight that lied within him, a perfect addition to your little family, his court.

Finally after a few weeks of confronting Nick and Darby, Christian finally saw Nick snap, embracing Christian and turning on his once brotherly best friend.

The Court of Cage had finally gained it’s prince.

A/N: thank you @heelbucks for indulging with me in this idea and giving me the inspiration and motivation to write again. I have so many ideas for this group!! I plan on making this a series of one-shots so if anyone has any wants for what they’d like to see, just let me know.

[tache-noire]

4800 words of almost pure lucha/nick/christian smut taking place after WrestleDream.

Yes, I've been writing this since October.

[doublearmbars]

having an evening

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

One In a Million Chapter 2: Seeing Red

Chapt 1 ~ Chapt 3

(divider)

Emery stood backstage, watching the screens, subconsciously gnawing at her thumbnail. Austin—Luchasaurus—stood silently behind her, his eyes on the screen as well, as they watched Marko in his match against Jake Hager. Jungle Boy—Jack Perry, or JP as Emery had come to call him—stood ringside.

As a friend, Emery had tried to talk Marko and the EVPs out of this match. Nothing she said had seemed to work though, and Marko had only gotten frustrated with her.

“I can do this—I’m not a kid Emery!” his words rang through her mind; she winced as she watched Hager toss Marko in the air and catch him awkwardly on the way down.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in Marko’s ability to wrestle. She just didn’t want to see her friend get injured. Hager had the very obvious and unfair advantage—not only in height but body size as well—and by the way he was tossing around Marko, all Emery could do was watch and wait.

“—Shit, I think his nose is busted—” Emery heard Nick Jackson mutter from control, just five feet away. Her heart started pounding as she squinted her eyes, looking for what they saw. Sure enough, the camera panned in towards Marko and she could see the red slowly building around his nose, dripping down his face.

“Dammit,” she muttered, clenching her teeth as she stepped towards the stairs only to feel Austin’s hand on her shoulder.

“Just hang back a minute,” he told her, before withdrawing her hand. Taking a deep breath, Emery crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for the three count that soon followed. Hager’s music echoed through the back, the sound deafening- but Emery drowned it out as she raced up the stairs in her ring gear. Her match had been right before Marko’s, but she waited to change so she could watch his match. Rushing down the steps and around the ring, Emery came to a stop beside Jack, worry etched across her face. Marko lay on the ring apron, his head tilted as back as he could get it.

“Marko—” Emery began, her voice soft with worry before being interrupted.

“I’m fine—don’t worry,” Marko replied curtly, a frown on his face.

“Don’t tell me your fine, Marko! I can see the blood!” Emery snapped back. She took the shirt wrapped around her waist (which happened to be a Jurassic Express one) and held it up to his nose. After a brief pause, Marko’s hand gently came up and held the shirt to his lower face.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, cheeks slightly tinting pink.

“Mhmm. Let’s get you to the back, come on,” Emery said, as Jack helped him down from the apron.

As they made their way towards the stage, she could hear Hagers laughter as he stood in the ring.

“The ring aint for children! So stay out of my ring, pint size!”

His comments made her blood boil, but Emery knew that she was no match for Hager, so she merely spun around and flipped him off with both fingers. His laughing only increased, making her foul mood worse.

“I’m gonna kick his ass one day, mark my words,” she whispered to Jack and Marko, causing Jack to give a small chuckle.

“I know you will,” Marko told her, the smile on his face evident despite being covered with a shirt.

[syreina]

Fanfiction.. don’t read if you don’t like btw. 

Should I continue this?

It is either Lucha/Jack (with Christian manipulation) or Lucha/Jack/Christian

Jack limps through the curtain after Lucha power slammed him onto a piece of the stage. His back and neck felt like it took most of the hit. He though didn't want to see the doctor. He just wanted to leave the arena as fast as he could. He moves quickly towards the omega locker room. Avoiding talking to anyone.

He puts his hand on the door his mind racing. A hand though grabs his wrist and then then another wraps around his waist. He is yanked into another room quickly. Jack's arms swing wildly trying to get free. The arm is like a vice though. Jack throws his head back and it cracks against the person's face. There's a yelp of pain. The arm loosens and Jack manages to get free. He goes to run but then another set of hands grab his hands again. This time a fist connects with the back of his head and knocks him to his knees.

Jack groans in pain and looks up into the face of Christian.

Christian watches him and then pushes Jack's hair back from his face. “he's going to pass out.”

Jack mumbles something his vision swimming from the punch. He then whimpers as another arm wraps around his waist and hauls him up. He's spun around and looks into Lucha's face. He weakly pushes at Lucha and then whines as he's picked up and thrown over Lucha's shoulder. The movement makes the world tilt and then blackness claims Jack.

[sybilius]

It's always so weird to me when like, I see people reblogging on MY posts about how they hate when people who ship wrestlers and think those people are "creeps" and those are "real people".

Like, it's totally fine to be squicked out by RPF, it's a weird space and one does need to have rock solid mental boundaries about the fact that you're writing from a fictional public persona that is at worst tangential to the person who plays them on TV.

I also get that while wrestling DOES have a fiction to it (I mean. Just look at Adam Cole's twitchsona vs his Kayfabe...not to mention Literal Dinosaur Luchasaurus), it is RPF adjacent at least some of the time. So if you have RPF squick or Principles or whatever, yes Kayfabe is slippery and it's probably easier to say No Kayfabe fanfiction because some wrestlesonas are closer to public guysonas than others

But like. To say it on my posts. Reblogging from me. Like my guy, I ship wrestlers, and sometimes it's even textually kayfabe-breaking. I'm gonna be blocking you now because otherwise reader beware, you're in for a scare!

[sophiewolfheart-blog]

FMK

Lucha

Eddie

Hangman.

Okay, this is fair.

Fuck: Hangman

Marry: Eddie

Kill: Luchasaurus

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#5

Nowhere to Run--Ch. 40

Chapter 40

           Jericho felt white hot rage rocket through him at Jack Perry’s words. His whole body bucked up, crowding against the younger man. It took every ounce of his self-control to stop himself from hauling off and tearing the kid into pieces.

           “Hey, hey,” Christian said as he wedged between the two of them. He pushed Jack as far away as he could. “Get out of here, kid, before you say something even more stupid than you just did.”

           “It’s the truth,” Jack snarled over Christian’s shoulder. “She’s a slut and a rat and she’s probably screwing the entire faction! And he’s practically paying for it.”

           “Jack!” Christian shoved out behind him. “Saurus, get him out of here.”

           Jericho watched Luchasaurus grab Jack around the middle and start dragging him toward the hallway. He wanted to follow after them and yank his head off by his ratty curls. It was only Christian standing between them that kept him from taking off, fists cocked and pissed off in a way that he’d never been before.

           “It’s no surprise,” Jack continued before he was out of sight. “No one wants him anyway. That’s the only way he can get it! He’s turned Kat into a whore!”

           “Saurus! Shut him up! Knock him out if you have to!” Christian watched Jericho carefully. His voice dropped as he stepped closer. “Don’t do something you’ll regret, Chris.”

           Jericho’s jaw bunched as he clenched his teeth. His eyes never left the hallway through which Luchasaurus had just dragged Jack Perry. “The only thing I regret, Christian, is letting that little boy walk away right now with his head still on his shoulders.”

           “Look, the kid’s being an idiot—”

           “Oh, that doesn’t even begin to describe it.” Jericho pointed over Christian’s shoulder. “He stays away from Kat. He keeps his mouth shut about her. If not, the next time I see him, I will kill him. Understand?”

           Christian backed up a step, surprised by the pure venom in Jericho’s words. “I’ll pass it along.”

           Jericho closed the space between them, grabbing his old friend by the front of his shirt. “I’m serious. That little punk is going to get his ass handed to him if I even hear his voice around a corner. And so help me God, I will go through whoever I have to that stands between me and him. Even you.”

***

           I heard the shouting all the way in the Inner Circle dressing room. Even with the door shut and Santana talking a mile a minute and louder than he needed to. Part of me was grateful that he was trying to drown it all out, but another part of me—the masochistic part—wanted to hear the whole thing.

           My stomach turned over, pushing vomit up my throat, as the shouting finally made sense. The only voice that I could hear was Jack’s. I would know it anywhere, no matter where I was or how long it had been. The vomit burned the back of my throat as his words echoed in my head.

           Slut.

           Rat.

           Whore.

           I could hear each syllable reverberating down the hallway. I squeezed my eyes shut to hold back the tears. Jericho and I had been careful. We’d tried hard to make sure that we didn’t make a scene at work. But now there was no hiding it, and there would be no getting around the accusations and vileness thrown at us—at me—by Jack.

           Everyone in the building would know now. And God knew how they would look at me when they saw me.

           “I’m going to murder that little cocksucker,” Santana growled as I collapsed even further into the sofa, curling in on myself until every part of me was as small as I could possibly make it. “I’m going to rip his stupid little head right off and shove it straight up his ass. Me and ‘Tiz… we’re going to put an end to him. New York style. The bloodier the better.”

           My hands came up over my head, covering my ears so that I couldn’t hear any of it. Not the shouts coming down the hallway or the threats Santana spewed in English and Spanish and a violent-sounding mix of the two. I didn’t even want to hear the sound of my own breathing. My own heartbreak.

           I’m leaving, I thought desperately, not quite sure what I was leaving or where I was going to go. I’m leaving. I’m leaving. I’m leaving.

           I felt nauseous as I stumbled up from the sofa and lurched toward the door. Before any of them could do anything, I’d thrown open the door and took off running down the hallway toward the back bay doors. My head felt too full and my heart too empty. Everything felt muted and dark. I wanted to be anywhere but there.

           The door banged shut behind me like a gunshot. I yelped and grabbed onto the railing to keep myself upright. The lights of Jacksonville were hazy on the near horizon, blocking out the stars until the sky was nothing but a blank inkblot over the skyline. I sucked in one lungful of air after another to drag air into my lungs. Running away was harder than I expected it would be.

           I leaned over the railing, retching and dry heaving. My head throbbed. I wanted to go home so desperately that it nearly knocked me out.

           Noise roared so loud in my ear that I didn’t hear him walk out. I turned, tears streaming down my face. He had his suitcase at his side, hair pulled back, glasses on. For an instant—one perfectly unguarded instant—he looked at me like he always had. There was an infinitesimal smile on his lips and a light in his deep brown eyes.

           Just as quickly it was gone. Jack looked right through me.

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#4

Nowhere to Run--Ch. 45

Chapter 45

           “I’ll be fine! Go,” Kat said with a wide, laughing smile. She pushed him gently against the shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her. She turned her head so that he got her cheek. “You’re going to be late! Now go!”

           Jericho slipped his arms around Kat and dragged her close, chasing her playfully twisting head until he finally landed a kiss on her lips. He laughed with her, glad to see some of the weight of the last few weeks fall away from her. “It’s half an hour away, sweetheart,” he teased. “And they can start the show without me. I don’t care.”

           She put her hands on either side of his face and rose up on her toes. He locked his hands behind the small of her back and lifted her up. Kat kissed him over and over again, grinning broader after each one. Her eyes were a beautiful, clear, bright green that made his heart beat harder in his chest. He loved her more than he could ever explain. And he’d probably love her more tomorrow than he did just then.

           “Alright, alright, fine,” Jericho said. “I’m going. I’m going. It’s like you want to get rid of me.”

           Kat scoffed, her eyes going wide. “Never! But if you insist on going to work,” she replied dramatically, “then you’re going to be on time.”

           The smile slipped from his face at her words. “Kat, I don’t have to go back. We can go right back to Tampa tonight if that’s what you want.”

           She settled her hands on his biceps. “Chris. Go. The boys need you. You saw how much trouble they got into without you when we were gone for the tour.”

           He let his fingers run through the ends of her hair. “The second they don’t need me anymore, I’m leaving Daily’s. I might even come back in my gear.”

           “No, you won’t,” she said matter-of-factly.

           Jericho felt the corner of his mouth tip up. “No, I probably won’t.”

***

           Home away from home. That’s how I’d come to think of that suite. It had been where I spent the first night with Jericho. Where I’d woken up that first morning wrapped up in his arms in a way that made me want to have a thousand more nights and mornings with him. It was where we’d sat on the floor and watched crappy movies while eating room service. The first place he’d called me kitten and where he’d given me the first pieces of his heart. God knew he’d had all of mine for years.

           I showered and changed into what had become my normal pajamas—boyshorts and his KISS t-shirt—before ordering room service. The closer it got to showtime, the more anxious I became. All I could think about was what I’d be doing if I hadn’t decided to walk away from AEW. I wondered who had been conscripted into my place and if they were doing everything the way that Jericho and the Inner Circle liked. By the time the food arrived, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to eat at all.

           My phone buzzed on the cushion beside me with an incoming text message. My heart warmed at Jericho’s name on the screen. We’ve got a tape and two matches. I’ll text you just before. We’d agreed on this the moment that Jericho asked me if it was okay for him to go back to AEW while I was out on my month-long cool down leave. I’d made him promise not to have anything to do with Jack Perry. He’d asked me to still watch the Inner Circle matches. I agreed, with the stipulation that he had to text me right before they happened. I didn’t want to see anything else.

           Okay, I texted back, but I’m watching Mark Wahlberg movies until then.

***

           It was half past eight when the first heads up text came. A backstage interview was about to go live. I flipped over to Dynamite, silently hoping that I wouldn’t see Jack. Luckily, I made it just in time. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Jericho standing at the front of the gathered Inner Circle. He wore a sleeveless zippered hoodie that was only zipped halfway. For some reason, it made his arms look bigger than they were—and that was saying something—and drew my attention to the tattoos on his left arm. I’d memorized them all. And made fun of him for a few.

           Alex Marvez stood just to Jericho’s right. “I’m here with the Inner Circle. Chris Jericho, you’ve been dealing with MJF for over a month now. He’s already beaten you once. What makes you think he won’t do it again?”

           “Listen here, Marvez,” Jericho retorted, his voice going gravelly. “Yeah, MJF has beaten me before. It took his buddy Wardlow helping him out to get it done, but that’s water under the bridge. One of these days, MJF is gonna end up like Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch and get caught with his pants around his ankles. And Max—if you want to prove you’re a real man—you’ll leave Megatron at home next time.”

           I nearly choked on my drink as Jericho walked out of frame. Sammy and Jake followed after, leaving only Santana and Ortiz behind. “And FTR, when you square up with us tonight for a shot at those titles… be prepared. Because when the cat’s away… well… you’ll find out. Te veremos pronto, mamí.”

           The shot faded into a commercial break. No sooner had it happened than my phone rang. I rolled my eyes and picked up, switching over to FaceTime. “You’re an absolute idiot,” I said, unable to stop the smile that spread over my face.

           Jericho looked back, grinning back as if he’d done something incredibly clever. “I couldn’t help myself, sweetheart.”

           “And Santana and Ortiz, they aren’t the only ones in the world who speak Spanish.”

           Beautiful black curls appeared over Jericho’s shoulder. “What d’you want us to do next time, mamí, just call you out?”

           I grinned. “You’re all an absolute mess, and I love you for it.”

           “We love you, too, Katnip,” Sammy said, popping into view onto Santana’s back.

           “Yeah,” came Jake Hager’s voice from somewhere off camera. “We miss you and shit.”

           My heart warmed in a way that was hard to describe. Jake wasn’t one to really talk much, and it was ridiculously sweet for him to say that. “I miss you and shit, too.”

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#3

Singing Too Late

A/N: Inspired by @rollynchwhore​. The song is Soldier Poet King by the Oh Hellos.

Matt

           I flopped down on the weight bench, practically dripping with sweat. We had a major match against the Inner Circle coming up and there was no way around getting the cardio in. We were taking over Jaguar Stadium and doing the very first ever Stadium Stampede match. My ribs were jacked up already, and Y/N was definitely not happy with me agreeing to this match. It didn’t matter that I’d have Nick, Kenny, Adam, and Matt Hardy working the match with me or that it was a cinematic style match.

           All Y/N could see was that I was working what was practically a no DQ match in a place with way too many places where I could get hurt even more.

           “You good?” Nick asked as he crouched down to plop onto his back on the floor mat.

           I took an experimental breath and wiped my face with the hem of my shirt. “Yeah, just winded. I’ve got to do this tomorrow with my ribs taped up. Otherwise, I’m never going to be able to get through this match without just having to hide under the ring for most of it.”

           “And you’re still dead set on your spots, aren’t you?” My little brother looked up at me with the same worry in his eyes that Y/N wore.

           “There’s two.” I held up my fingers and counted off. “The uprights and the full field suplex.”

           Nick chugged half a bottle of water before handing me what was left. “Did you forget about the powerbomb?”

           I finished off the bottle and sighed. “We’re not telling her about that one.”

           “No, you’re not telling her. And that’s all on you. I’m not going to cover your ass when she finds out.”

           Grunting, I sat up and pressed my hand to my side. The more my heart settled down, the easier it was to breathe. The less it hurt. I stood up and reached down to help Nick to his feet. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. C’mon, Y/N is probably ready for a break.”

Nick

           Matt was stupid, and he was going to regret it when our wife found out about everything that Matt was planning to do with a pair of broken ribs. Of course, she wouldn’t be happy with me because I knew about it. But that was Matt’s problem, not mine.

           I led the way across the concrete circle drive to the kitchen door of my house. It was just about time for the kids to go down for their naps and with four—one of them a newborn—Y/N needed all hands on deck as often as possible. A shower would have been nice, but we’d gotten too carried away in the gym preparing for the match. We were cutting it close to nap time already.

           The moment I opened the back door, I heard a faint murmuring filtering through the house. It took a moment to realize that it was Y/N’s voice. Soft and quiet, the whispering sound of her singing. Just like she did at every nap time and every bed time, one by one as she tucked our children into their beds. Sometimes they all gathered up in Mattie’s room, piling together on that castle bed with their heads cradled against my wife as they drifted to sleep.

           Matt came through the door behind me like a bull busting through a china shop. I reached behind me, thumping him hard in the chest to shut him up. He let out a loud, pained grunt. I must have hit him near the ribs.

           “What the hell, Nick?”

           I turned on my heel, my finger to my mouth as I gestured toward the living room. Once he took a breath, I knew in an instant that he heard the same thing I did. Matt softened, a smile stretching over his face as he smiled at the sound of our wife. I could only imagine that I looked the same.

           Together, we tiptoed forward toward the doorway.

***

           I cradled RJ in the curve of my arms. He was already halfway asleep, his little rosebud mouth half open. Lee sat in my lap, his head against my shoulder as he sucked his thumb. One of these days, we needed to break him of it, but with four kids to put down for a nap, there were bigger things to deal with. Nicole had climbed into Mattie’s arms, her head tucked against her older sister’s neck. My oldest swayed back and forth, a smile on her seven-year-old face.

           “Sing the song, Mommy,” Mattie said softly.

           Grinning, I started humming. Mattie joined in, turning in slow circles as she started singing along.

           “There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword,” I sang tenderly, the words coming out in liltingly. “He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord.”

           My heart swelled with love as I heard Mattie singing along. It had been her lullaby since she was born. I’d sung it to every one of our children almost every day of their lives, sometimes twice. I smiled, dropping my voice so that Mattie’s was a little louder.

           “There will come a poet, whose weapon is His word,” she sang in her sweet little voice. “He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord.”

           I watched Nicole wrap her arms tighter around her sister’s neck. Lee snuggled in against my shoulder as Mattie and I sang.

Matt

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#2

Nowhere to Run--Ch. 50

Chapter 50

           Jericho leaned against the wall inside the EVP locker room. The Bucks and Kenny were on the sofa against the wall, all three of them looking over at him with looks that mixed confusion and concern.

           “It’s been over a month. Any idea when Kat might want to come in to have a meeting about bringing her back?” Kenny asked.

           He sighed. “Probably not for a while.”

           Matt groaned. “This backstage is falling apart without her. We can’t do this for much longer.”

           “You’re going to have to do it for at least…” Jericho looked up, doing the math quickly in his head. “I don’t know… six months. Maybe seven.”

           Nick’s brow furrowed. “What—” He stopped, grinning. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

           Jericho smiled back, happiness burning through him. He could feel it turning him inside out. His boys in the Inner Circle knew about Kat’s pregnancy, but they’d been sworn to secrecy as far as everyone else was concerned. It was so strange to him that it made him so happy to tell someone else—to share the news with people who cared about Kat. About him.

           “Not at all,” Jericho replied. “She’s three months. We didn’t even know until a few weeks ago.”

           Nick was the first one up from the sofa. He crossed the room and pulled Jericho into a back-thumping hug. “Congratulations!”

           “Does Tony know?” Matt asked as he got up. “I’m assuming the boys do.”

           He didn’t have to ask who Matt meant by that. “Kat told them about a week after we found out. She wanted to be the one to tell them.”

           Nick made a face. “But she didn’t want to tell us? I’m hurt!”

           “I’ll be sure to relay the message,” he laughed.

***

           I sat on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water. It was warm and soothed the swelling that had already started in my ankles. My head fell back, eyes closed as I let the sun wash over me. It was mid-afternoon in Jacksonville. Jericho had just left no long before to go to Daily’s Place. I had hours to kill before he would be back with the rest of the Inner Circle in tow.

           The weeks had passed more quickly than I expected they would. Time moved in a lightspeed tempo that made me question what the next few months would bring. I settled my hand on my belly and let my fingers feel for that little bump that had already started to show. It was something new and strange. Something Jericho had been mesmerized with ever since I’d pointed it out to him. So many nights I’d fallen asleep with his head on my chest and his fingers brushing slow circles on my stomach.

           The thought made me smile. He had been indulgent before, but the idea of becoming a father seemed to have changed so much. It was like I barely had to think of wanting something and he had already bought it or done it. There was something beautiful about the way that he seemed to take such wonderful care of me and now of the baby that was on the way.

           My phone rang, and I reached back to grab it from the lounge chair. Nick Jackson’s name showed up on the screen. My heart picked up just a little in my chest as I answered.

           “Hello?”

           “Hey, Kat,” he said with that happy voice of his. I could imagine him smiling on the other end. “I wanted to say congratulations. Chris just told us.”

           I looked back up at the bright blue sky and sighed. “Of course he did,” I said teasingly. “Seriously, though. Thank you, Nick.”

           “Are you nervous?”

           “Fucking terrified.”

           Nick laughed. “I know the feeling. Matt and I were a mess every time Sam was pregnant.”

           “It’s barely started, and I don’t know what to expect. I’ve read the books and every blog I can find, but I still have no idea where to start. To even think to start.”

           “There’s a lot of moms and dads around here, Kat. All you have to do is ask.”

***

           Jericho walked down the hall with Santana and Ortiz, talking about the trios tag match they had later that night. Long weeks might have passed since Kat decided that staying with AEW wasn’t the best thing for her, but none of them had gotten used to how it felt to be without her. It had taken far longer than any of them wanted to admit to figure out how to manage themselves again.

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My #1 post of 2022

The One Where Mox Gets A Cookie

A/N: Thanks @rollynchwhore

It was near the end of Dynamite and Matt and Nick had a match in the main event. Their wife had gone off to catering to grab something to eat, leaving them with two-year-old Mattie. At first, they thought it was only going to be fifteen minutes or so, but after half an hour they started to panic. They had to get to the ring, and they certainly couldn’t take their toddler with them.

“Bub!” Mattie called, waving at Tony Khan as he sat behind the production table. Tony looked up and grinned. While Kenny, Adam, and Brandon had been dubbed Uncles, Mattie seemed to think of Tony as a brother. To that day, Matt, Nick, and Y/N had no clue where she’d learned the word Bub, but that’s what she called Tony. And he loved it.

“TK, we’re really sorry, but can you keep an eye on her until Y/N gets back from catering? I swear, it should only be a few minutes,” Nick said worriedly.

“Sure!” Tony said, standing up and holding out his arms to take her. “Gimme.”

Mattie squealed happily when she got plopped into her Bub’s lap. She immediately made grabby hands at his bag of Sour Patch Kids, but he pushed them out of the way. Instead, he handed her a chocolate chip cookie just as Matt and Nick disappeared toward the tunnels. She leaned her head against Tony’s shoulder as she gnawed on the cookie, drool soon covering her fingers.

“This is some goddamn fucking bullshit,” came an angry roar ten minutes later. A loud crash echoed through the hallway as a pile of steel chairs slammed into the concrete floor. 

As soon as she heard the sound, Mattie wriggled her way out of Tony’s arms to go investigate, her sodden half-eaten cookie clutched in her baby fist. She’d toddled only a few feet before Jon Moxley came barreling around the corner, murder in his face.

He stomped right by Mattie, who reached out and grabbed him by the pants. She tugged as hard as she could, grunting frustratedly until she got his attention. Mox looked down and, upon seeing that whiskey brown hair and bright blue eyes, softened just a little.

“Ookie?” Mattie asked seriously, holding up what was tantamount to a mushy mess toward him. She smiled and he grinned.

Mox plopped onto the floor crosslegged. “Nah, you finish it kid. But thanks for the offer.”

It took less than a minute for Mattie to climb into Mox’s lap, standing on his thigh as she tried to climb up onto his shoulders. She smooshed baby-spit cookie into his hair and clipped him beneath the chin with her knee, and he eventually had to help her, but she finally got up. Where she proceded to lean back so fast that Mox panicked, grabbing her legs.

“You gonna give me a poison-rana just because I turned you down, Cookie?”

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Do we have anything coming out soon for Christian? 🫶🏼

YES! Definitely 🙂 I will be posting a story tonight that I wrote for a request I had. It’s about Christian, Adam Copeland and Adam’s little sister. It’s angsty and fun with some sweetness sprinkled in! 🖤

*UPDATE* The story has been posted! You can read it here 🥰

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been thinking a lot about wrestler fanfiction. does it count as being about real people if its about like, luchasaurus or something

[madhatterbri]

Christmas Gifts Exchange | Christian, Luchasaurus Killswitch, and Nick

Summary: Christmas gifts exchange at Nick's house. Christian being Christian with a sweet ending.

Nick couldn't be more excited for today's gift exchange with his father and Killswitch. He canceled all his plans for today to make sure everything was perfect. The Egg Nog was being kept cold in the refrigerator while the Christmas cookies were cooling on the bsking rack. As the day wore on, the Prodigy found himself looking out the window frequently. Finally, he saw a car's headlights shine through his window.

Nick waited until they knocked on his front door. He didn't want to seem like he had been waiting all day for them. The waiting gnawed at his stomach until he heard the loud knock on the door followed by Christian scolding Killswitch. The dinosaur must have balled his fist and pounded the door again. He was still learning how to properly knock.

He opened the front door to his home and they walked in. Nick held his breath as Christian's eyes scanned the room. The patriarch was always so crucial with detail.

"Good job on the decorations," Christian complimented and took off his sweater. He handed it to Nick before making his way to the living room.

"I love your ugly Christmas sweater," Nick complimented Killswitch. He wore a bright red sweatshirt with a green T-Rex on it. The shirt read Merry Rexmas in bright gold embroidered letters. Christmas lights that lit up hung from the shirt. The guest pulled Nick in for a hug before following his dad.

The Christmas cookies waited for them on the living room table. Killswitch helped himself to them happily. They talked about AEW and how they grew as a family. Christian had big dreams for his sons. He wouldn't rest until they had belts around their waists. He raised champions, not losers, he would often say.

"I forgot the egg nog and the gifts. I'll be right back," Nick suddenly remembered. He stood up from his seat and ran to the kitchen.

While Nick was sleeping, Killswitch made a whining noise and pointed at the cookies. Christian tried to ignore him at first. He knew exactly what he was complaining about. Killswitch tugged on Christian's turtleneck and the patriarch signed in annoyance.

"Yeah and maybe if you didn't cost us the match at Full Gear you wouldn't get the tasteless refrigerated Pillsbury cookies. Winners get homemade Christmas cookies," Christian scolded. Killswitch whimpered yet remained silent.

Nick came back to the living room with three glasses filled with egg nog and two gift bags in the other. He handed them their drinks. Killswitch drank the egg nog down in one sitting while Christian took tiny sips from his glass.

"Here, guys, Merry Christmas," Nick smiled and slid the gift bags across the table. Killswitch was the first to grab his bag. He ripped the gift paper out quickly shredding the papers to tiny pieces. A cry of joy came out as he saw a new dinosaur mask for him to wear. "I'm glad you like it, Killswitch,"

The happy dinosaur held his finger up. He stood up and reached in his pocket. Colorful tiny dinosaur figurines filled his hand. His arm was outstretched as he dropped the small dinos in front of Nick on the table.

"He insisted we stop at Walmart to get you those," Christian pointed out. Nick

"Thanks," Nick chuckled while placing the dinosaurs so that they were standing. "Aren't you going to open yours?"

Christian opened his bag neatly. The wrapping paper folded on to the living room table. He pulled out two black turtle neck sleeveless shirts. Christian smiled in approval. Once he looked in the bag he saw a paper folded up.

"I made that one day while waiting for the plane. It's a drawing of us. We are holding hands. You are in the middle and we are on the outside," Nick explained his drawing. Christian looked at the drawing closely.

A sun with sun rays was formed on the left corner. Little black ms to resemble birds flew above the picture of them. He saw the three stick figures that were supposed to be them. Different landscapes such as bushes, flowers, and trees also decorated the page.

"Satisfactory," Christian told him not showing much emotion. He placed his gifts back in the bag.

The rest of the night was spent talking until Killswitch started to fall asleep. All the sugar he previously ingested now causing him to crash. Christian took this as their sign to leave. They bid their farewells and left the house. After dropping Killswitch off, he drove home.

Christian walked through his front door. He placed the gift bag on his bar and poured himself a drink. His thoughts stayed on the drawing Nick made. He took out the drawing and stared at it.

"This belongs on the refrigerator," he told himself. He walked into the kitchen and used one of the magnets to hang it up. There he continued to look at it proudly.