Disclaimer: Not mine, no infringement/libel intended.
Rating: PG-13 - sexual content, violence, drug use, swearing and coarse language
Continuity: AU
Characters: (alphabetical) AJ Styles, Allison Danger, Becky Bayless, Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, Chris Sabin, Christopher Daniels, Eddie Guerrero, Johnny Devine, Kevin Nash, Petey Williams, Scott Hall, Simon Diamond.
Notes: Some of these are from dead fics, some are from in-progress fics, and some are from fics that will hopefully be written in the future.
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I. [The Birds and the Bees - "Cult!AU" - AJ Styles]
It wasn't enough sometimes. It wasn't enough that he was filled to the brim with peace and purity, with mindless bliss and slavish adoration for his Beloved Leaders.
It wasn't enough that he worshipped and praised, did everything Jarrett wanted before Jarrett even had to ask, all with a big bright happy smile on his face.
It just wasn't enough.
Sometimes Jarrett wanted him to be more than euphoric. Sometimes Jarrett wanted him to be ecstatic.
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II. [Casus Belli - "angels and demons AU" - AJ Styles, Christopher Daniels]
To deny temptation only made its hold on you stronger.
Hidden in the shadows, he watched the priest contemplate in solitude, seated on his narrow bed in his small room in the rectory. Such barren surroundings: muted tones and uninspiring decor. Dull virtue permeated the air. Five seconds, and already he wished that he were some place else, somewhere dripping with colors and sin.
He bet that somewhere deep inside, the good Father longed for the same thing.
Conflict still marred Christopher Daniels though. AJ could see it, feel it, almost taste it in the very air itself. Torn between duty and desire, and it was a delicious sight to behold. But he didn't just want Daniels to question his vows, oh no. He wanted him to break them.
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III. [random AU - Allison Danger]
Backflip, cartwheel, and the heel of her left combat boot meets a square jaw with a satisfying crush. Platform shoes and girly heels are for movie heroines. She prefers sensible shoes when she's fighting, thank you very much. Her body takes enough abuse without her adding to it with vanity.
Duck, spin, somersault, and her outstretched arm slams into a throat. She grins at the sound. Steve says that she enjoys this far too much. He may be right.
Feign left, turn right, a knuckle sandwich to the face followed by an axehandle to the back. That's three.
Steve doesn't like it when she takes on more than two on her own.
What does Steve know anyway? She can take care of herself just fine. After all, there's a reason why they call her Danger.
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IV. [random mob AU - Petey Williams, Chris Sabin]
This was ridiculous.
They weren't Romeo and Juliet.
Granted, Sabin did climb up onto the balcony of his second floor apartment and invited himself in with little more persuasion than a grin and a six-pack of Molson, but that was only because Chris Sabin was ridiculous.
Also: he didn't like to think that this made him Juliet.
Jarrett was going to have his head when he found out about this, and yet, right now, he found that he didn't care. Not when Sabin was dozing next to him, sprawled and faintly snoring, looking satisfied with himself even when asleep, but not in a smug way. Just... cute.
He leaned down and touched his lips to Sabin's forehead.
Peter Nathaniel Williams, he told himself, you're so fucking fucked.
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V. [Burnt - Freefall universe - Scott Hall, Kevin Nash]
"So, friends?" Scott asked with uncharacteristic uncertainty. He watched the man, Kevin Nash, before him consider his words. It was a strange feeling, this uncertainty. It wasn't fear. It wasn't excitement either, but somehow, Scott anticipated the answer with an urgency he had never felt before. He stared at Kevin and expected to see the same uncertainty he felt. There was none. There was only consideration, as if Kevin were contemplating a business proposal.
"Well, I wouldn't go so far. I mean, remember what happened--"
"Yeah, I do," Scott interrupted. "And if anything, you're the one who owes me. Besides, you need me around, Nash."
After a brief moment of consideration, Kevin said with a nod, "I guess I do."
"Fine then. Not friends. Partners?" Scott stuck out his hand.
Kevin stared at the outreached hand and despite -- or maybe because -- after being on his own for so long, the offer of partnership appealed to him. He took Scott's hand and gave it a firm shake. "Partners," Kevin repeated. "I can live with that."
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VI. [Infrastructure - Freefall universe - Eddie Guerrero, Chris Benoit]
"You have any children, Mr. Benoit?"
The question was posed in a mild tone. That was the thing about Eddie Guerrero. He was so deceptively soft spoken.
"No, none."
"Me, I love kids. Love 'em. Wish I had more of 'em. Five is a good number, don't you think? Three boys, two girls." Guerrero eyed him, and Benoit wondered why Guerrero was pursuing this line of conversation. Nevertheless, he decided to indulge rather than steer the conversation back toward business.
"In a way, you're more than halfway there. Two nephews and a daughter."
Guerrero nodded, leaning back in his comfortable lounge chair next to the pool. "My nephews, yes..."
There was something there, Benoit knew. Tension in the family, a weakness that could be exploited.
"Cha-vi-to," Guerrero said with flourish. "My Chavito is a good boy. Smart. Quick. Obedient. That's always important, huh? To be respectful."
Guerrero could be as mild-mannered as he wanted, but Benoit saw right through him. There is no disguising the calculation in those eyes.
"I'm a family man, Mr. Benoit. My family is very important to me. My business is like an extended family. I know everyone, and they know me. They're like brothers and sisters. Like blood. And I get angry when people try to mess with my family." The calculation turned cold. Ice cold. "Very angry."
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VII. [The Human Condition - Freefall universe - Chris Jericho]
They call me the Liontamer. Well, at least that's what I'd prefer they call me, and some of them do, though they usually say it with a note of disdain in their voices, like saying the name of an ex-lover who cheated on you, or an ex-best friend who betrayed you, or an ex-something who left you lying in the dirt, metaphorical or literal. They usually call me other names, things like slut, whore, backstabber, and traitor. I don't let it get to me anymore. I don't think it has ever bothered me really. No one knows what I've had to do to live to this day. You can't fault me for surviving. It's what anyone would do in my place. The desire to live is a basic animal instinct, right along with mating. I suppose it's only right that I've combined the both. Two birds with one stone, I say. You get paid more that way.
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VIII. [Fairy Tale AU - Simon Diamond]
Once upon a time, there was a prince named Simon. With dark hair and blue eyes, nobility of soul and a spirited demeanor, Simon was a prince beloved by all the land. He was gallant and handsome, and though all the princesses of all the other lands would like nothing more than to be with Simon in matrimony, Prince Simon was sadly single and alone, for none of the princesses (or even the princes) could capture his fancy. Simon was not a fickle man. He did not wish for a perfect bride, only someone who truly spoke to his soul, but as the years passed by, he knew that his wish was only a mere fantasy. Was there someone out there meant for him? He thought not. Perhaps he was destined to rule his kingdom on his own.
It was a sad realization, but Simon accepted it with grace and concentrated instead on ruling his land fairly and justly rather than seeking a companion and neglecting the matters of state. The welfare of his people, after all, was a great concern to Prince Simon, and though his heart was lonely, he felt a lot better knowing that his people were content and happy, that his kingdom was the envy of all the other kingdoms.
Prince Simon had many trusted advisors who would tell him all the concerns of the land, but devoted as Simon was to his people, he always preferred to see the state of the land himself. So once a year, Simon would embark to some small town or village in his kingdom, disguised as a common townsfolk, and mingle amongst his people to see how their lives went. Every year he would return to his castle the more wiser of the needs of his people and act accordingly.
And this was how Simon came to find himself in the little town of Atridia.
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IX. [Toxic / Poison Paradise (working title) - Becky Bayless, Johnny Devine]
Becky watched him as he drove and giggled as she figured out the perfect man to play Johnny in the movie of their life.
Brad Pitt.
Of course, Brad would have to grow out his hair from that ridiculous shorn scalp that he had been sporting for his latest movie. Not too long, just enough to fall a little bit over his forehead. And blond. He had to be blond.
She giggled some more. Yes, Brad was perfect.
But who would play her?
Johnny's hand moved from the steering wheel to grip hers, a light squeeze of affection that warmed her heart.
"What're you thinking about, baby?"
"Who's gonna play me when they make a movie about us!"
Johnny laughed at the enthusiasm in her voice, a clear warm sound like sunshine upon her face. "A movie, huh?"
"Yeah! We're famous! Of course they're gonna make a movie about us."
Johnny glanced at her and flashed her the grin that she fell in love with, mischievous and playful, with the devil's charm in his blue eyes. "In that case, let's make headline news tonight, huh?"
She squealed and clapped her hands together in delight, then she took the .44 Magnum from the glovebox and loaded it up.
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X. [Purgatory / Limbo (working title) - "drug dealer AU" - Johnny Devine, Petey Williams]
JD is horny when he's drunk, and he's horny when he's high, which means that he's horny nearly all the time.
One would think that he'd have just a teensy bit of trouble fulfilling that constant need of his, but JD is never one to have to pay for favors. He doesn't have to. Men, women, they all flock to him, snared by his charm, seduced by that flashy smile. It's easy for him, and his bed never wants for a warm body.
But there are nights when he'd be alone, with no company for the evening, and he'd go to Petey.
Of course, it's not as if Petey is the last girl at the prom, the one you choose when there's no option remaining and you'd rather have anyone instead of no one at all. It's different. JD needs something else during those nights, someone who knows him, someone who understands what he wants.
Night has fallen, and JD is drunk again. Tequila makes him mellow and warm, and he sways up to Petey to the pulsing beat of the low music. One hand comes to rest upon Petey's hip as JD leans in close. His stubble scratches Petey's cheek.
"I want you to fuck me, Petey," JD says in his ear, voice the lowest whisper, husky and needful. "Nice and slow. You up for it?"
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XI. [Astro City - "pseudo-Batman AU" - Johnny Devine, ?]
The rain felt like razorblades over his skin. He was on his knees in the mud, soaked to the bone, blond hair turned dark by wetness and plastered to his head. His suit, five grand worth of custom tailored Italian wool, was ruined.
And he was laughing.
The sound was caught by the wind, swirled in the air, twisting it from hysteria to a howl of pure grief.
He gazed up at the dark figure standing before him and waited for the killing stroke.
It never came.
"Do it!" he yelled.
The figure did not move. Hidden in the shadows, as though it were no more than an illusion of curved lines and vague form in the darkness.
"DO IT!" The words were a scream.
"I'm not going to kill you." The voice sounded far younger than he remembered, and yet it was a voice scarred. He knew much about scars.
"This is what everything has been building up to, isn't it? The masked vigilante, ridding Astro City of its worst criminal. And I'm the worst, baby, you know it." His grin is more a grimace than something filled with mirth.
And yet the figure did not move.
"DO IT!" He howled, voice broken by pain that had little to do with the fight that occurred just minutes before, nothing to do with the freezing rain pelting his shoulders. The pain was inside, as it had been for so long now that he knew nothing but agony. "Finish it!" His voice dropped to a whisper. "Death would be a mercy."
"No, Johnny."
The way his name was spoken made tears well in his eyes. No. It had been so long since anyone called him that. He watched as the figure pulled away from the shadows, the cloak of darkness slipping away as he stepped forward and toward him, closing the distance between them.
"You think there's nothing left for you, but it's not true. It doesn't have to be like this, Johnny. It doesn't."
He stared, heart pounding inside his chest, as one gloved hand reached up and pulled away the mask.
Endnote: Astro City is inspired by both the movie Sin City and The Killing Joke by Alan Moore.