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lov3nerdstuff · 4 years

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 7.5}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

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Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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A glimpse into the fourth week of travels (the third week of July):

The lightning cut through Robin's vision, making the bright day even more unbearable to the eye than the white sky was anyway. The thunder that followed broken seconds later was a sound to match, piercing and swallowing every possibility of thought. It was then when the skies opened up, and the rain came pouring down onto the fields of the heat washed Normandy. This was their first expedition to a country beyond the UK… and of course it had to go anything but smoothly. Not only had it been terribly windy all morning, but now it was storming and wet as well, making things even more dreadful for Robin and Snape as they hurried along the most desolate countryside road in all of France. Had they known they would end up here in the middle of nowhere, they probably would have gone for a different theory after all. But now it was too late, they had already come too far to turn around. They were going to see this through now.

After ten minutes in the brutally whipping rain, they finally came across a saving grace in the form of a small bus shelter (or whatever it was supposed to be), and it didn't even take a second of thought to know that they would wait here for the storm to pass. Getting drenched wasn't the worst of it, really, but being wet and out in the wind was a doom to be freezing all too soon. And they still had some miles left to go, on to a place they couldn't apparate to if they knew neither its address nor appearance.

"I hate France." Robin grumbled as she let the water fade from her clothes and hair without wasting any time in the newly gained dry space. But shedding the water unfortunately left her feeling no warmer than before.

"Have you actually seen any of the country before today or is your judgement merely based on getting caught in the rain right now?"

"It's based on me freezing right now! And even more on the stupid French books I had to translate in order to get anywhere with the stupid research on the stupid mushroom growing at the end of this stupid road!"

"You skipped breakfast again, didn't you?"

"What does it matter… It's too bloody cold to eat anyway." Robin crossed her arms over her chest with a quiet huff, trying to keep herself from shivering, but it was of no use. She did see his point though, perhaps she really was being cranky… but being cold was way worse than not eating breakfast! There had been more important matters to attend to that morning. Getting to bloody France, for example.

"I would still like you to eat." He said calmly but in determination, making Robin sigh in defeat in return. There really was nothing she wouldn't do if he asked it of her, which was equally scary as it was astonishing. Perhaps she felt this way because she knew that he would never ask anything of her that would be to her disadvantage. Perhaps she simply trusted him that much. Bloody hell, she most definitely did, there was no 'perhaps' needed. And if he wanted her to eat, as ridiculous a request as it might seem, she would relent to his wish.

"Have breakfast with me, then." Robin stated rather than asked, with a certain glance up at him now rather than down at the ground. If he could command her to his wish, perhaps she could do the same with him. "I'd bet you haven't eaten either."

"Very well." He was surprisingly quick to agree, and Robin couldn't help giving him a small smirk before first digging out the large blanket from her backpack first, then her entire storage of all kinds of food. Since living in a tent, she had gotten used to buying and thus carrying around quite enough provisions for multiple days, or in this case, for a neat breakfast for two. She would gladly share with him the little she had, without even a doubt. And as long as he didn't know just how little that really was, she believed he would gladly accept it in return.

Less than a minute later they were sitting side by side, a little warmer already from the (of course entirely accidental yet undeniably comfortable) closeness between them, and somehow Robin found herself not hating France quite so much anymore. Still, now, there were two things that were making her shiver.

"Still cold?" Snape asked in return, and Robin could have laughed at how very aware he was of her and yet how unaware of everything beyond. It was her luck that he was quite as bad at interpreting the little accidental tells of her emotions as she was at hiding them. He knew so much, and yet he knew so little at the same time… Always the ambivalence, that man.

"Quite, yes." She finally made herself reply in a breathless smile, while keeping her eyes on the tartan pattern of the blanket beneath her. She'd had that old thing for ages already, but never quite gotten around to changing its colour to something less posh. By now and in a way, she almost liked that it looked quite so terrible.

"Well, in that case I would suggest that you find yourself that black jumper you likely are keeping in your bag currently. High collar, tight sleeves, loose waist… you know which one."

"I didn't know you were so knowledgeable about my wardrobe." Robin chuckled in sincere amusement. "I could indeed wear that one, but that would be terribly unfair."

"Why, pray tell, would it be unfair to wear a jumper when you are cold?"

"Because you don't have a jacket either! I'd feel terrible to be all warm and cozy and leave you freezing by yourself."

"That's ridiculous."

"It's not!"

"It is."

"Well, then tell me in all honesty that you aren't cold." Robin quirked an eyebrow up at him defiantly. "If you're feeling perfectly fine and warm as it is, I'll shut up immediately and put on my jumper without any further discussion."

"I won't lie to you to soothe your bad conscience, Robin. I will not lie to you at all."

"So you are cold."

"Yes." He replied simply, truthfully. "But that does not by any means justify that you should be freezing as well, so do put on your jumper now or I will be gone in a second."

Geez, he totally knew that his threat of leaving was the only functioning leverage he really had on her these days… Insufferable idiot. With a small sigh and an even smaller smile Robin rolled her eyes rather visibly, then grabbed her backpack indeed and started roaming through its depth in practiced search, though not for the jumper in question. What she easily dug up instead was better by far; a warm quilt that had been serving as her duvet at night ever since she started living in her tent. But he didn't need to know that. Without asking for approval, Robin simply draped the huge quilt around his shoulders first, with little effort while sitting up on her knees, then crossed her legs beneath herself and wrapped the remaining fabric around her own body as well.

Now that was better already… and he didn't make any obvious attempt to protest either. A good chunk of nervousness she hadn't known she'd held onto fell off her mind and heart in an instant, and she found herself smiling before she knew. The blanket was large enough by far, they didn't have to sit too closely together to be covered in warmth, but still before long their arms were miraculously touching, then their entire sides, both resting against each other without a word.

"Breakfast in Normandy… I didn't think I'd live to experience that." Robin sighed after a while of comfortable silence, quirking an eyebrow up at Snape with a smirk, and her heart skipped a beat when he barely visibly smiled down at her in return. "Without being cold, it's actually quite nice here."

"Then let us hope that the storm lasts long enough to have a coffee as well."

"Or three."

"You truly are terrible."

"You probably meant to say insufferable."

"My point exactly."

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especially-in-heaven · 3 years

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HOW TO TAME AN OUTLAW - Allan A-dale/OC Fanfic

FANFICTION LINK | CHAPTER 1 |

Prologue: A Girl with a flower crown

8th September, In the year of our lord, 1183.

Wrap. Tuck. Pin. And hope for the best. Be careful not to prick your finger.

Or at least that was the advice Elaine had learnt to making a flower crown. Actually, choosing the flowers was the hard part as the colours needed to work together. Yellow daffodils for the base, Elaine Walker smiled with satisfaction, and for decoration, a bunch of lilac's threaded through. Once she tucked the last pin in place, she held it out to herself, turning and twisting to admire her work. The girls were already playing in the field. If she waited any longer, she'd miss the travelling festival through the village, going onto Knighton and with her mother's strict rules, she wasn't to leave the boundaries of Clun.

Three solid raps on the door followed. Sarah was outside. She always made the best crowns. pink roses intwined with ivy. Elaine was meant to ask where did she find such beautiful flowers inside the village?

"'Lainey, are you coming?"

"Just two seconds." She called back, firmly placing the crown on her head and twirling. Before she left, she caught her reflection in the edge of a kitchen knife. Lovely.

She was just about to leave when her sister hobbled up behind her. With sticky fingers, she grabbed the ends of Elaine's white cloak and begged in a whimper, "Can't I come?"

"That's up to mother." She dismissed.

"Mumma says I can come if you'll look after me."

"Ugh, Meghan. I just want to go to the festival. I don't have time to make another crown."

She could see Sarah waiting outside. They planned to go together; she didn't want to keep her waiting so shoved Meghan aside and fled. The festival music chiming from the hills where the cherry trees grew. In the soft wind, the air infested with a confetti of pink petals. For once, Clun Village was charmed with banners and music.

Arms wrapped between one another, her and Sarah giggled together until their legs beat their heads and they started racing to the top. Elaine won, only because Sarah's dress held her down. They joined the fray of other girls dancing merrily to the tunes. The long grass not fazing them, nor the mud already worn down on her white silk dress. Sarah was quickly dragged by the elbow, a nice man with a nice beard twirled her around. Elaine continued to clap to the beat, forgetting completely -as the band continued through the village, up past the cherry trees and into the trees - her promise to her mother.

"This is brilliant!" Sarah found her again, beaming merrily. Her face red from dancing with the stranger, and new addition of rose flowers prickled in her hair. "Why don't we have festivals every day like this."

"Because not every day is Prince Richard's birthday."

Flutes played - Oh god, how she loved flutes. Dancing to its mellow tune until she'd spun so much the world did also. Nothing felt better than the forest pines under her feet, watching as the leaves twisted in circles as she moved her body.

The trees parted and Knighton hall appeared on her left, Elaine jolted to a stop. She'd only just realised how far she'd gone.

Never had she travelled this far without her mother or father. They'd sometimes come to trade her father's crops for wool here. She recognised the market stand. The Apple tree looked familiar. And Maid Marian of course, everyone knew her. Rosy cheeked and gorgeous, merely thirteen years of age. She didn't join in with the dancing, simply observing with a smile until a young boy took her hand. Sir Edward, her father, rolled his eyes and she giggled, already swept away by the boy into the crowd.

Elaine turned her attention back to her current predicament. She hadn't meant to leave the village, but the music and dancing spun her thoughts away until it was too late.

Needling through the crowd of white, she found Sarah. Two men in either hand and spinning so fast it hurt Elaine's eyes.

"Can I steal her for a second?" She asked, fighting back the panic swirling through her head.

Sarah escaped and Elaine pulled her aside. She urged quickly, "How are we going to get back?"

"Back?" Sarah gaped, "I'm not going back, I'm staying with a friend in Nottingham once this festival ends."

"You never told me that!"

"I didn't realise you needed to know."

Elaine slammed her leg down, in a tantrum of frustration. "Well what am I going to do now? I told mother I wouldn't leave the village and I completely forgot! I don't know how to get back to Clun."

"It's easy. Just follow the path back." But the festival was already moved so far past Knighton hall that the forest edge had disappeared around the corner. "Or come to Nottingham with me and we'll travel back tomorrow with my friend's family."

"Mother won't like that."

"She'd rather you be safe," Sarah reasoned sensibly. Rather rushed, Sarah looked back at the festival. It's music and colour radiating the air, and Elaine knew she wanted to get back to it.

"I should start walking," Elaine decided. Already, she'd held Sarah back and her many suitors would be waiting to twirl her around again. The girls were moving fast into the age of trying to find husbands, and for Sarah it was paramount with her recently deceased father to secure financial safety.

"If you want to do that. Just please be careful."

Be careful. Yes – outlaws and beasts lived deep in the heart of Sherwood forest. Elaine wasn't sure what was worse. The tales of yellow eyes monsters, with fangs, leaching on the innocent. So many bedtime stories, that she didn't know if they were tales supposed to be about outlaws or animals.

Sarah was quick to dance back to the party, and Elaine turned with Clun in mind. The forest loomed closer with each step and so did the spike of her heart. Beating. Pumping. The image of outlaws with fangs and patchy skin came to mind. She was sure she saw one or two peeking around the edge of trees – no, that was just her imagination.

They hadn't turned any corners during the dance, had they? She truly couldn't remember and decided to carry on straight with each turn in the road. The forest grew in an arch above her and she couldn't even make out where the sun was to work out her direction. God. Was she lost? Breathe, breathe, breathe… the skies darkened, trees became silhouettes. The constant thought that her mother must be so worried about her, kept her moving. Every whistle of wind, rustle of leaves and owl hoot sent Elaine reeling. She surely hadn't been dancing this long, so why was she walking so far?

"Tom!" Someone hissed. A human voice. An angry human voice.

Elaine jumped. She hadn't heard anything but animal noises for the past hour. She spun, trying to work out where it had come from. She could only see trees. Green blurred around her as he eyes pricked to hear anything even slightly differently-

Something moved. Startled, Elaine stepped back. Without a plan, her body on instinct dashed to the side of path. Maybe if she got to the trees she could hide. Whatever it was, heavy footsteps followed after her. Pinching her eyes shut, preferring not to see whatever it was. Suddenly, a great weight slammed against her. She tumbled forward, head moving faster than her body. Rush of blood swam to her head. Barely managing to catch herself with her hands before she hit the mud.

Roughly, she was pulled around and something hard pushed against her throat. She wanted to scream, but a strange stillness took over her muscles, paralysing her in place.

"Give me all your money!"

"I don't – I don't have any money. Please."

The boy pushed the object harder into her neck.

"I said give over the money!"

He was only a boy, no older than Elaine. His hair ruffled and dirt smudged into his face. If he was an outlaw, he certainly didn't look like the pictures Elaine had painted in her head.

Behind him, another figure approached. I'm outnumbered, she thought in a stir of panic. Thump, thump, thump – was that the sound of another person approaching. No – Just the sound of her heart. She needed to think clearly. Scrunching her nose up to stop the pulsing, she focused on the scene in front of her.

The approaching figure looked similar to the boy, but older. Muscles more defined and beard growing through. Most noticeably, his eyes were a piercing blue. A brother, perhaps?

From the scruff of his neck, he tugged the younger boy on top of Elaine up, like a dog would their pup.

"Tom," the older one growled, "What are you playin' at?"

"What was I playing at?" The boy – Tom – echoed, "I was thinking about getting a decent bed tonight. Or do you wanna sleep on this floor again?"

"Oi, you were the one who ran away from home. I just followed."

Tom jabbed a finger at Elaine. It was then she noticed a knife hadn't been in his hand, but a very blunt stick. She'd been afraid for nothing. "Allan, we wanna live this way, we gotta steal from the people."

"I didn't want to live like this." the older one snapped, clearly irritation by his younger brothers' behaviour. "But she clearly don't have anything. Do you see a purse?"

Whilst they fought, Elaine considered crawling away. However, as the conversation turned to her on the floor, so did their eyes and soon both of them were staring back at her.

"We don't need money, maybe her cloak'll sell for something?"

"Tom, are you thick?"

"What?"

The older one groaned, his eyes popping from his skull. "She's a girl. How's it going to look if we go into Nottingham with a girl's muddy cloak and try and sell it."

Elaine clung the cloak around herself. Her mother had hand stitched this herself and was the most lavish thing she owned… but if it came to it, she'd gladly take it off and give it to them if it meant saving her life. Grabbing at the ties, she undid it and shook it from her shoulders. With trembling hands, she offered it to them.

Neither of them noticed for a minute, still bickering amongst themselves the way siblings do. Then, slowly Tom frowned and took note of the cloak offered to him. Viciously, he snatched it from her grip.

"Ah, see, the girls got some sense. She knows we'll kill 'er otherwise."

The older one snatched it back. "With what? A stick… here, take it." He offered it back kindly, his voice smoothing out as he spoke to her. "We don't want your cloak."

"Allan. That's good money there!"

Elaine shivered, "You're – You're not going to kill me?"

"No," Allan puffed a laugh as if the very idea was ridiculous and was now crouched in front of her. "My brother's the biggest wuss I know, I doubt he'd be able to hurt you."

Tom heaved a huff, "Shut up will you."

"Maybe don't go around, tackling teenage girls then, you idiot."

I just want to go home. Her father's warm embrace was waiting for her, as was her mother's carrot soup. She promised she'd keep it steaming for her. Edging up, she felt confident enough that they wouldn't harm her again, at least while the older brother was there. She made sure to keep him in between them as she rose from her knees.

But as she went to stand, her heel caught the back of her dress and she tripped again. Expecting the hard thud of the forest floor, Allan's arms instead caught her wrists and she remained standing.

"Uh – thank you."

"Look, I'm sorry about my brother. He's a right pain in the arse." Tom rolled his eyes and sulked off into the darkness of the trees. Elaine hoped to never see him again. "Just – uh, please don't tell anyone about this."

If she got out of here without getting killed, she'd be thanking them. Instead of saying this pathetic line, she simply nodded.

Allan mumbled a quite thanks and turned off the forest path to find his brother.

Almost alone again, Elaine spun in confusion. The fading light had gone now and all that was left was a shimmer of moonlight and stars seeping through the trees to guide her way. She didn't even know what way she'd come from.

"Do you…" Finding her voice, she tried again, "Do you know which way Clun is?"

Allan shrugged but looked around as if he'd find a sign that would give him the answer. "I'm sorry, I've got no clue. I'm not from around here. But there was a village just a bit down there that had these pink trees in it."

Delight sprung through her and every ounce of fear she'd just felt immediately evaporated. "Thank you so much!"

"Uh- don't mention it," Allan shrugged, his face darkening in shadow the further he backed away, "Good luck."

"You too," She sung happily. Not bothering to wait around to be attacked again, Elaine sped off, the wind ripping a thousand miles per hour across her ears. She had no intention of being attacked again.

As Clun Village sunk into her vision again, she looked to the sky and said a little prayer for Allan, the blue-eyed wanderer. His brother would surely get him in trouble if he wasn't careful.

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monsteramongmen-tamer · 7 years

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Just a Friend.

Summary: You and Finn Balor are best friends. What happens when you admit your feelings to him?

Pairing: Finn Balor/ OC.

Warnings: Some swear words, smut implied.

A/N: An anon requested for a fic based on the song “Just a Friend To You” by Meghan Trainor. You can listen to the song HERE to get a feel for this story and kind of where the storyline came from. 4390 words. Also, this is my first time writing a fic based on a song. PLEASE let me know what you think!

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People think that being a wrestler is easy. They think that all you do is travel, do shows, eat well, workout, sleep, and that’s it. Either that, or it isn’t even real. A real sport. But they don’t have a damn clue what it takes to even get here. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears. You could go on and on about some of the scars that you have obtained from being in this field.

Working your ass off lead to where you are today. A WWE wrestler for the longest running TV show in history. Monday Night RAW was the greatest opportunity you have ever been given. But you didn’t get here by yourself.

Previously to WWE, you wrestled in Japan. That is where you trained and became the wrestler you were today. That was also where you met your best friend, Finn Balor.

You’d known Finn before he was the famous Prince Devitt. You watched him grow and he did the same with you. You trained together and pushed each other to the limit. That is where you think you got you ‘badass’ attitude and didn’t really care what people thought. Most of the time.

The two of you traveled together and spent a lot of time together. Time of the road, time in hotel rooms, restaurants, working out, and shows. You could easily say that without Finn Balor, you wouldn’t be the wrestler you are today.

Then the two of you were hired by WWE around the same time and joined NXT and things just improved with you two. Not even thinking it was possible, you spent even more time together. Finn even came up with the idea of you guys getting an apartment together. You spent the time together, why not just live together?

There was just one problem. You were helplessly in love with the man. Living with him only made it worse. The both of you weren’t exactly “relationship” kind of people. Sure, you both had brought people home before, but it never lasted. So what did you do? Make bad decisions. That’s what.

You and Finn had moved on from being best friends to now friends with benefits. The sex was mind blowing. Like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Only thing you hated was though, Finn always went right back to his room or he kicked you out almost immediately. You didn’t particularly like that because you were a cuddler. But, your relationship with Finn wasn’t like that.

It was the weirdest thing. You had feelings for Finn and he had no idea. He went on with his day like any other, like you weren’t sleeping together. Good for him, but part of you wanted to let him know how you felt, but that could jeopardize everything.

So, you kept your mouth shut.

“Why you gotta hug me

Like that every time you see me?

Why you always making me laugh

Swear you're catching feelings”

This week you were traveling on the east coast for live shows, having RAW take place in Philadelphia. While in catering, you were sitting with the girls and they were all talking about their love lives. Being very open about it. You didn’t realize how dirty these girls were, wow.

“What about you, Y/N? What’s happening with you?” Sasha asked you.

You just shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t mean to disappoint, but there isn't anything happening with me.”

Bayley glared at you, “You’re lying. C’mon. We’re all being open here. No judgment.”

Just then, Finn walked into the room talking with Gallows and Anderson. He had a huge smile on his face. It was contagious.

“Well, I have been seeing this guy that lives in my building, but it’s nothing more than a few nights together, ya know? I am far too focused on my career to get tangled in a mess like that right now.” You said.

That was a good answer, right?

“Aahhh, get it girl. What about Finn? Does he bring girls home?” Sasha asked, wanting the dirty details.

“Sorry, ladies. You’ll have to ask him that. I don’t have a clue what he does on his free time.” You said, gathering you things and getting up.

“Seriously?! You can’t give us anything? You live with the guy!” Bayley said.

“My lips are sealed.” You said with a smile on your face.

You threw your trash away and made your way to Finn. Give him the warning that people were on to him to see if he’s seeing anyone.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you surprised him. He jumped so high, he just about fell out of his chair. Gallows and Anderson were laughing pretty hard.

“Geeeez, love. Next time ya try to sneak up on someone, how about a bit of a warnin’?” He asked, repositioning himself.

You took the seat next to him, “Well that just takes the fun out of it.”

Gallows chipped in, “Yeah, can you do that more often? I think Anderson here just about pissed himself laughing so hard.”

Anderson then hit Gallows arm, “I did not. But I do need to use the bathroom. Excuse me.”

The whole table laughed.

“So what’s up?” Finn turned to you and asked.

“Not much. The girls were trying to get some juicy info about you. Luckily for you, I didn’t have anything to tell them. But I just figured you should know, people are asking around.” You said, bumping his arm, laughing.

“Nothing to tell them?! Fergal. Are you not gettin’ any?!” Gallows asked, fairly loudly.

Finn’s eyes got wide and face got beet red, “Keep yer voice down, would ya?! I am, ya don’t need to be worryin’ about that.”

You didn’t say anything, just kept your head down.

Gallows got up and walked over to Finn, “Atta boy. Can’t be getting out of practice now.”

He gave him a ‘Too Sweet’ then walked off.

It was silent at the table for a moment, you were about to speak up when Finn beat you to it, “Well, I’ll see ya around.”

He then got up and got the hell out of there.

See you around? That wasn’t like Finn at all.

You just tried to shake it off and got ready for the show.

It was very difficult, but you managed to drop what Finn said. You were focused on the show for tonight.

Waiting for your entrance music, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your naked stomach. You quickly turned around.

“Finn. What are you doing?” You asked, smiling.

He didn’t say anything and hugged you. It wasn’t just a normal hug though. He held you tight. Your face was in the crease of his neck and you got a good whiff of his cologne and that made you feel weak in the knees. He then let you go, and you struggled to keep your balance at first.

“Sorry ‘bout earlier. That was kinda weird. Good luck out there.” He whispered in your ear and kissing your cheek.

“Thanks. You too, you know, for your match later.” You said.

“Thanks. Facin’ Braun. Gonna get my arse handed to me, but it’ll be okay.” He said, rubbing his ass, as if it was already hurting.

That made you laugh.

You grabbed his shoulders and laughed, “At least try to get a few good punches and kicks in before then.”

“I’ll try. Just for you. See ya after?” He asked.

Then your music hit. You just nodded and went and did your entrance.

Your match went smoothly and the crowd loved it. That was what you liked about house shows. They were smaller and you could interact with the fans more. A little girl even handed you a picture she drew of the two of you. It was so sweet. Camilla was her name. She was an angel.

Getting ready backstage to go home, you went to find Finn to head to the next town.

Right before you were about to turn the corner, you could hear Finn talking to someone. He was talking to Enzo Amore. You waited a minute, you didn’t want to interrupt their conversation.

“C’mon. Gimme the details. Have ya seen her...all exposed? Slept with her? Living with her must be fun.” Enzo laughed, nudging Finn.

What a pig.

“Uh, no Enzo. None of the above. We’re just friends. And even if there were anythin’ goin’ on, which there isn't, why the hell would I tell ya, of all people, about it? Geez man.” Finn said.

Well. That was new to your ears. Just friends.

You walked away and found another way to get to the rental and just texted Finn that you were there already. You needed to get your emotions out of the way before he got there.

“I loved you from the start

So it breaks my heart

When you say I'm just a friend to you

'Cause friends don't do the things we do

Everybody knows you love me too

Tryna be careful with the words I use

I say it 'cause I'm dying to

I'm so much more than just a friend to you”

Finn made his way into the rental and you threw a fake smile at him. He started driving and was acting like that conversation was nothing back there. So it must have not been? You were just some fuck to Finn when he needs it? You really didn’t know if he slept with other girls. You knew that you weren’t. You liked Finn to much to sleep with anyone else. But he, or anyone else for that matter, doesn’t know how you feel.

“How’d yer match go” He asked.

“Uh, it was fine. I won.” You said.

“That’s good! I didn’t. I got my arse handed to me like I knew I would.” He laughed, then he looked at you, hoping you would laugh too.

“How bad are you hurting?” You asked, looking ahead at the road.

“Not too bad, thankfully.” He said.

You sensed that he could feel the tension in the air. It was fairly quiet the rest of the way to the hotel.

Once you made it to the next town, you got out of the car and grabbed your bag and went straight to your room.

You had to share it, so you couldn’t properly let out your emotions. You decided to just take a shower and try to do it then. It was all so overwhelming. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel. Being in love with your best friend and have him tell your coworkers that you’re just friends? You had no idea what Finn thought about all of this, but if you brought it up, he would be all weird about it.

Right when you were about to lie down, you had got a text. From Finn. He wanted you to come to his room. Part of you knew what he wanted, but you didn’t want to give in anymore. It was hurting you more than it was helping. So, you texted him back.

-What for?

-Just come over, please.

You sighed and got up. He texted you his room number and you put leggings and a sweatshirt on. Your hair was still wet, but oh well.

Knocking on his door lightly, he opened it to let you in. Luckily there was no one in the hallway to see you.

“Hey.” He said.

You peeked your head into the room to see if anyone else was in there.

“Have it all to myself, no worries. Come in?” He gestured to the room. You walked in.

As soon as the door closed you asked, “So what did you need?”

“Uh, okay. I just wanted to make sure yer okay. Ya acted kinda weird on the car ride here. I know when somethin’ is upsettin’ ya. So, are ya alright?” He asked.

You weren’t quite sure how to answer him. Do you be honest and put your friendship in danger or make up some excuse? You’d feel pretty shitty if you lied, so you decided to be honest.

“I overheard you talking with Enzo earlier…” You said.

Finn sighed and nodded, “Okay, didn’t know ya were standin’ there.”

“I was trying to find you after the show. Didn’t mean to overhear, but…” You said.

“He was just bein’ a pig, okay. Ignore him. If it upset ya that much, I can talk-”

“It wasn’t what he said that upset me. That is to be expected from Enzo Amore.” You said, cutting him off.

“Alright, so what did upset ya?” He asked, looking confused.

You sighed, “The fact that you said we were just friends.”

“But...we are?” He asked.

“Are we? Don’t take this the wrong way, but normal ‘friends’ don’t sleep together. Normal friends don’t have the unique relationship that we do.” You said.

“Y/N, what are ya tryin’ to say?” Finn asked, still looking very, very confused.

“I don’t know Finn. This is hard to admit…” You said, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the ground.

Finn got right in front of you and stood you up. He grabbed your chin, that way you were looking up at him, “You can tell me anytin. You know that.”

You took a deep breath, “Okay, how would you suggest telling your best friend of almost 10 years that you’re in love with them without ruining the relationship you have with them?”

Finn was quiet for a minute thinking, then it looked as if a lightbulb had turned on and he looked at you, “Wait, are ya tellin’ me-”

“Yes.” You said quietly.

Finn didn’t say anything. He just looked at you with his ocean blue eyes. His next move surprised you. He kissed you.

It was a passionate, needy kiss. You opened up your lips and Finn slipped his tongue in. He then pushed you back onto the bed.

It didn’t take long before your clothes were off and you assisted taking his off. Whenever you were with Finn, you could never seem to wait. You knew what you wanted, and he knew you wanted it, so he never hesitated to give it to you.

Tonight was different than most nights, it was...quick. You both seemed to get off pretty easily. But you still felt pretty good about it. He didn’t turn you away.

But Finn made love to you, right there, in his hotel room.

Once you caught your breath, you moved to get up and put your clothes back on and go back to your hotel room.

“Wait.” Finn said, grabbing your arm.

You turned around to look at him.

“Stay.” He said. Opening the spot next to him up for you.

“Really? You never want to do that.” You said, giving him a funny look.

“Tonight is different.” Finn said.

You took him up on his offer though. You stayed the night and cuddled him. That in itself wasn’t what you expected. You didn’t expect him to be so comfortable, since he is all muscle, but damn. You’re not complaining.

You got up earlier than usual so you could be in your hotel room before anyone knew you were missing. You decided not to go to sleep though. You took a shower and hit the gym and then got some breakfast. You had texted Finn to see if he wanted to join you, but didn’t get a response. He must be asleep.

“When there's other people around

You never wanna kiss me

You tell me it's too late to hang out

Then you say you miss me

And I loved you from the start

So it breaks my heart”

Later in the day you had received a text from Finn that he went to the arena early and that you would need to get a ride with someone else.

No big deal, you rode with one of the girls.

The day went by kind of quickly because before you knew it, it was show time. It was Sunday, so the night before RAW. Only one more travel day before you could go home and relax for a few days.

You were standing by the gorilla waiting patiently for your entrance. You were feeling good tonight. There was just one thing missing. Finn hadn’t come over to wish you luck. He did that before every match. Where was he?

Now that you thought about it, you haven’t seen him all day.

You went out and did your match anyway. It didn’t go quite as planned, but that’s okay. The crowd loved it.

Waiting for the show to get over, you got all your things packed and ready to go to the last town of the week. You left the locker room. You had also sent Finn a text asking where he was. No answer.

You found Finn talking with Gallows and Anderson backstage. You got up in their circle, “Hey guys! Finn, I texted you. You ready to go?”

“Actually, the guys and I are goin’ to ride together tonight. Is there someone else ya could ride with?” He asked.

Nia was walking past and heard, “I have an extra seat. You can ride with me if you want. I’m heading to the car now.” She said with a smile on her face.

“Uh, sure. Thanks, Nia. I am ready.” You said, walking away with her, looking back confused at Finn, who wouldn’t even look at you.

What was his problem?

The car ride with Nia, Alexa, and Mike Rome was fine. You got along with all of them. You just didn’t understand why Finn all of a sudden was riding with the boys? And didn’t bother telling you about it beforehand. And why didn’t he look at you? He was being super weird.

You went to the next hotel and just slept on it. Maybe things will be better tomorrow.

When you woke up the next morning, you had a text that came in way after you fell asleep. It was Finn.

-Missin ya tonite. Xx

What the hell? He couldn’t even look at you when he was around his friends, but can send you this shit in the middle of the night?

You walked down to the hotel lobby area and went to have some breakfast. You saw Finn sitting there with some of his friends, but you decided to ignore him.

“Can I join you guys?” You asked Alexa and Nia with a smile.

They were very welcoming and the conversation never died. It was nice.

Every so often, you glanced over at Finn and caught him staring at you. But at soon as you met eyes, he looked away. You weren’t sure what was going on, but you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You had to get ready and head to some radio and news stations this morning to do some interviews then go straight to the arena for RAW. You were so busy you didn’t even have time to think about your wacky love life.

While you were back in hair and makeup, the last person you wanted to see showed up and sat down next to you.

You sighed, “What do you want, Enzo?”

“How do ya know I want something? Maybe I just came in here to talk to a pretty lady.” He said, eyeing you up and down.

“Get out of my face, Enzo.” You said, starting to get bothered by him. You suddenly remembered the things he said to Finn about you.

“I want to know if you’ll go out with me sometime. I think we’d be great together. You have a great body, by the way.” He said.

“I’m going to give you 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kick your ass.” You said, staring at him. You could not deal with him right now.

He put his hands up in defense, “Okay, fine. Didn’t know you were such a snooty bitch.” He mumbled while walking away.

“Pig!” You yelled after him while he walked away.

Your blood was boiling. Luckily, you were done getting touched up. You thanked them then apologized for what they had to see.

You went to find your locker room so you could get ready. Luckily, you could take your frustration out on whoever you were facing tonight.

As fate would have it though, while you were walking quickly to the locker room, you collided with someone.

“Oops, sorry.” You said, before realizing it was Finn.

You looked at him for a second and felt tears start to swell in your eyes. The other person you didn’t want to see.

He didn’t say anything.

“Pffft.” You managed to get out then continuing on your way.

Once you got to the locker room, you couldn’t help but let out a couple tears. But you made sure to look over the sink so it didn’t mess up the makeup you just got done.

Why was all of this happening right now? It was the worst possible time. Why did you have to open your big mouth and tell Finn you loved him? Just why. You weren’t sure how to deal with all of it.

So, you didn’t. You got changed, cleaned up your face and went out and did your thing.

Poor Bayley though. She got to feel how frustrated you were tonight.

Once the match was over, Bayley caught up with you, “Damn, Y/N. Those were some hard hits tonight. You okay?”

“Yep. Totally fine. Sorry if I hurt you.” You said, looking at her to see if there were any bruises.

“I’m good, I can take a punch. Just making sure that you’re good.” She said.

You could see Finn in the corner of your eye, “Yeah, I have a lot on my plate, but I’m good. Good match tonight.” Then you walked away.

As you were walking down the hallway, Renee caught you for an interview. You could feel a hole burning in your face the whole time. Finn was staring.

Once the interview was over, you practically ran to the locker room. You couldn’t wait to take all the makeup off so you could let out the emotions running through your body.

Once you were changed out of your ring gear, you just sat on the bench and held your head in your hands.

You decided to ride alone to the hotel and thankfully you had a room to yourself. You flew home in the morning, but you weren’t sure if you could stand being there with Finn.

So, you texted your parents to see if they were doing anything the next couple of days. They said they weren’t, so maybe you could go surprise them.

It probably wasn’t the best idea, to avoid all of this, but you weren’t sure what else to do.

As soon as you woke up in the morning, you went straight to the airport. The sun wasn’t even up yet.

You made it home and thankfully, you beat Finn. You went to your room and began to pack a bag.

About an hour later, you heard the door. You were packed and ready to go, you were just going to wait to see if he went to his room before leaving.

You went into the living room and put your bags down and sat down on there while Finn was in the kitchen making himself some coffee.

“Goin’ somewhere?” He asked you.

“To my parent’s for a couple days.” You said, refusing to look at him.

It stayed quiet for a minute or two.

“Y/N. Will ya just bloody look at me!” Finn said, almost slamming his cup down.

Your eyes got wide and you looked at him. He was now cleaning up the mess he made. You went into the kitchen to help him.

Once everything was cleaned up, you both sat down at the island. You grabbed a cup of coffee.

“Sorry. What is happenin’ here?” Finn asked.

You were looking down at your cup, “I-I don’t know.”

“Why haven’t ya talked to me the last couple days?” He asked.

“Why haven’t you?” You asked, finally looking up at him.

Finn changed the subject, “So I’ve been doin’ a lot of thinkin’, about what ya said…”

“So you can ignore me in front of our friends some more? Then text me in the middle of the night that you miss me?” You began, you couldn’t help but get frustrated thinking about it.

“Will ya let me finish?”

“Sorry.”

“Anyway, I was thinkin’ and I think I feel the same way…” He said, very quietly.

Did you hear him correctly?

“About what?” You asked.

“Ya know, ‘bout what ya told me the other night.” Finn said.

You raised your eyebrows, you wanted to hear him say it.

“Y/N. I am in love with ya. I tink I have been for a long time, I just didn’t realize it. It isn’t easy for me to admit my feelings like this. Wrestling has always been my focused then you came along.” He said.

“Then why were you a jerk to me the last couple days?” You asked.

“I don’t know. My head wasn’t on straight. My best friend just told me that they love me and I needed time to process.” Finn said.

“So you process by being an asshole?” You asked, laughing.

“I get defensive, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell Enzo that we were sleepin’ togetha because then everyone would know. So I just said those things to get him off my back.”

You laughed some more, “He tried coming after me the other day. I threatened to kick his ass.”

Finn laughed.

It was silent again, before you decided to speak up.

“So, what is this?” You asked.

“What do ya want it to be?” Finn asked.

You shrugged your shoulders, it was beginning to get awkward.

“How ‘bout this. How ‘bout I take ya on a date. See how that goes? And ya unpack that bag. Yer not goin’ anywhere.” Finn said.

He got up and walked over to you. He picked you up, started kissing you, and carried you bridal style over to his bedroom and shut the door.

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