Old friends and new flames unite in this heartwarming classic. From the city of dreams to the dirty streets of New Jersey, Seth and Dean start the power trip of a lifetime.

Living a fairy life is great. What about living with a fairy?!

Dean Ambrose chases Seth Rollins with love in his heart and tries to make fall for him. When the time settles well for him, his father Steve Austin spoils everything because he wants to give revenge to Seth, and it's all to pursue Vince McMahon. What will Dean do? Will he be ready to slay his sweetheart, to give happiness to his father?

this story is based on the events that happened 2014 (the shields first breakup) and onwards! Enjoy💙

Dear Dean, Roses are Red Violets are blue Get over Seth. He doesn't love you. And I don't give a damn if he gave you a ring At the end of they day He'll be my king Love, his true love (: **** Dear jackass with the fancy rhyming, Touch my Seth And you loose your hand (: How's my rhyming? Love, your new worst enemy, Dean fucking Ambrose

"I don't believe in happy endings," he said, and I tell him, "I don't believe in endings." _ _ _ _ _ _ We shared all our most precious secrets with each other... well... I thought we did... I thought he told all of his secrets to me... Turns out I was wrong. I discovered that myself. I walked into his house one night, only to see if he was okay, as I had heard screaming. I opened the unlocked door to see a frightening sight...

A minor game of Demon Jon Moxley to save his world!

Before Seth confessed to Dean, he thought it would be the hardest thing in the world. After letting Dean in on his feelings for him, he thought the hard part was over. He was wrong.

Dean is feeling alone and like no one cares. All changes when he gets a visit from his Two Toned friend.

"I'M SORRY, DID YOU SAY BROTHER? BROTHER, I AIN'T YOUR BROTHER." Dean snarled into the mic, shooting daggers into Seth's chest with his death glare. His heart was pounding in his chest and his muscles tensed as he stared him in the eyes. As much as he craved to forgive him, he couldn't. He couldn't forgive him after what he had done to their precious faction. "I MEAN, I KNEW A GUY WHO LOOKED A LOT LIKE YOU ONCE. HE WAS A LIAR. THAT GUY TOOK A CHAIR JUST LIKE THIS ONE AND HE STABBED ME RIGHT THROUGH MY BACK AND RIGHT THROUGH MY HEART." Dean's eyes teared up as he stared at Seth. The two were wrestling soulmates and at one point, potential lovers, but all of that disappeared when Seth struck his two fellow members in the back with a cold, hard steel chair. That day was one none of them forget; that's the day when Dean fell apart at the seams, barely hanging on by a single thread. He wanted Seth to know how much he suffered at the hands of someone he thought cared. "AND THAT WAS OVER THREE YEARS AGO, ALRIGHT? AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M SORRY." Seth screamed, getting into Dean's face. He took a deep breath and backed up. He could tell Dean was on the verge of crying and seeing the lunatic crinkling beneath the pressure felt like a blow to the gut; he felt his breath be taken away at the sight. He wanted to tell Dean that it was all a big mistake, but words wouldn't make the difference. At least, not yet. "AND I NEVER SAID THAT BEFORE, SO I'LL SAY IT AGAIN. I'M SORRY, ALRIGHT? I LIVE WITH THAT EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE."