Post by Dean Harper on Jul 31, 2024 18:18:16 GMT
Dean felt pretty confident, and content. Vivienne had been calling for his blood for weeks on and off-screen. He simply repayed her vague threats with a firm reminder that fucking around often got found out. There was something peaceful in not holding back anymore. In not giving a fuck what anyone thought. Warren had said he wasn’t expecting Dean to be domesticated anymore, he could do what he wanted. And he had.
Sure, the big motherfucker who was currently fucking Vivienne had attacked Warren. But Warren kept saying he didn’t need protection, didn’t he? He wanted to stand on his own feet. So Dean had let that play out because it’s what Warren needed. He needed to stand on his own and prove he could handle things on his own, didn’t he?
Warren was the better man. He didn’t need Dean’s protection.
An adjustment, sure, but one Dean was trying to do. If anything, this should prove to Warren that Cyrus was just as much of a bigot as Dean had said he was. Two slurs dropped in that attack. True colors are shown when the chips are down and a boot is to the throat after all.
So why had Dean been denied visitation at the hospital? It hadn’t made sense. They had said Warren didn’t want to see him…
Dean spent the night at home with Damien then. They’d watched movies and had a nice dinner. Both had slept soundly. Whatever Warren was sensitive about now, it’d blow over in the morning. This is what Warren wanted, after all.
Damien was in his side room of the suite doing some workbooks to prepare for school in the fall with Bluey sleeping on his bed. Dean was idly reading a book on his kindle when he heard the beep of the hotel door unlocking and opening.
Warren clearly stomped into the room, Dean knew enough to know that whatever had happened in the follow up appointment with Dr Kingsley, it wasn’t good. Had Warren been injured and stripped? That would be Hell like it was the last time they were stripped of the tag titles a few years back due to injury as well. Dean set the kindle down and moved to Warren, “Hey…they didn’t strip you of the title did they?”
Warren shook his head firmly, and recoiled away from Dean.
Dean sucked on his teeth before walking over to where Damien was and shutting the door before crossing his arms, leaning against it, “Okay. What’s wrong?”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Warren said, his voice hoarse as if he’d been crying. “I knew I couldn’t keep you chained to me, but even then I gave you two simple boundaries I asked you never to cross under any fucking circumstances. Two names that could never be on your hit list no matter how bad shit got, three if we count Dawn whilst she was still active. You promised to colour within the lines for me Dean, you said you understood when I said Vivienne and Shea were never to be harmed outside a match where we had no other choice. Just like we had an understanding in The Pack not to turn on brothers and sisters. So what the fuck do you do? You fucking almost break Vivienne’s neck and I have to deal with the hurricane of her big shaved gorilla of a husband coming down on me!”
“You said not to harm your friends. I didn’t think Vivienne qualified as that anymore. She was calling for your fucking head. My fucking head. I’m sorry the big fucker came at you, I am. But I’ll handle him.”
“That’s the problem though isn’t it, Dean? You don’t think, you just do,” Warren sighed. “I was giving Vivienne all the time and space she needed to calm the fuck down and reconsider her choices, but now you pulled this shit I’ve probably lost her forever. She’s never going to believe it wasn’t my idea and that I never wanted her to be fucking hurt now, is she?”
“I can make clear it was all me.” Dean stepped closer to Warren, “If her fucktoy can act without her control she has to know I can too. Come on, it’s not that serious.”
“I encouraged you to attack Rowan because she wasn’t ever a human woman, not really, she was just a vessel that passed for one,” Warren said, “But we know Viv isn’t going to understand that. Nah, all she’s gonna see is that I use your lack of morality to absolve myself of any responsibility in beating up women. Those are not the kinda optics I want to be associated with, especially as World Champion so what isn’t serious to you is absolutely fucking serious to me, Dean.”
“Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll even do a fucking little interview making sure they know you hd nothing to do with it. Easy and clean. No one will see you as involved, happy?”
“You really don’t fucking get it do you, Dean?” Warren sighed and grit his teeth. “The damage is done. You’ve played your hand, you can’t take back what you’ve done any more than a few legal censors will stop Cyrus from being a colossal dickbag! There’s no coming back from this, I’m either with you or I’m against you. So fuck you for all of this just when I thought we were going to be okay.”
Warren turned around and left without another word, he still needed time to process and think things through. He couldn’t do that here, being near Dean was too nauseating and made his skin crawl right now. “I don’t know when I’ll be back or where I’m going, so don’t wait up…and tell Damien I’m sorry. I need my space again right now.”
And just like that they were back to where they had been months before. Only this time Dean Harper knew exactly what went wrong. Dean waited a few minutes for Warren to change his mind but after fifteen minutes it felt pretty clear. Dean opened the suite door, “hey buddy, pack your stuff up. We’re moving rooms.”
Damien looked up from his desk, “Daddy is mad?”
“Warren is mad, yeah. If we get packed up fast enough I’ll buy you another ice cream.”
“Is it D word mad?”
Dean didn’t want to lie to Damien, he considered for a long moment, “Let’s focus on packing.”
Sure, the big motherfucker who was currently fucking Vivienne had attacked Warren. But Warren kept saying he didn’t need protection, didn’t he? He wanted to stand on his own feet. So Dean had let that play out because it’s what Warren needed. He needed to stand on his own and prove he could handle things on his own, didn’t he?
Warren was the better man. He didn’t need Dean’s protection.
An adjustment, sure, but one Dean was trying to do. If anything, this should prove to Warren that Cyrus was just as much of a bigot as Dean had said he was. Two slurs dropped in that attack. True colors are shown when the chips are down and a boot is to the throat after all.
So why had Dean been denied visitation at the hospital? It hadn’t made sense. They had said Warren didn’t want to see him…
Dean spent the night at home with Damien then. They’d watched movies and had a nice dinner. Both had slept soundly. Whatever Warren was sensitive about now, it’d blow over in the morning. This is what Warren wanted, after all.
Damien was in his side room of the suite doing some workbooks to prepare for school in the fall with Bluey sleeping on his bed. Dean was idly reading a book on his kindle when he heard the beep of the hotel door unlocking and opening.
Warren clearly stomped into the room, Dean knew enough to know that whatever had happened in the follow up appointment with Dr Kingsley, it wasn’t good. Had Warren been injured and stripped? That would be Hell like it was the last time they were stripped of the tag titles a few years back due to injury as well. Dean set the kindle down and moved to Warren, “Hey…they didn’t strip you of the title did they?”
Warren shook his head firmly, and recoiled away from Dean.
Dean sucked on his teeth before walking over to where Damien was and shutting the door before crossing his arms, leaning against it, “Okay. What’s wrong?”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Warren said, his voice hoarse as if he’d been crying. “I knew I couldn’t keep you chained to me, but even then I gave you two simple boundaries I asked you never to cross under any fucking circumstances. Two names that could never be on your hit list no matter how bad shit got, three if we count Dawn whilst she was still active. You promised to colour within the lines for me Dean, you said you understood when I said Vivienne and Shea were never to be harmed outside a match where we had no other choice. Just like we had an understanding in The Pack not to turn on brothers and sisters. So what the fuck do you do? You fucking almost break Vivienne’s neck and I have to deal with the hurricane of her big shaved gorilla of a husband coming down on me!”
“You said not to harm your friends. I didn’t think Vivienne qualified as that anymore. She was calling for your fucking head. My fucking head. I’m sorry the big fucker came at you, I am. But I’ll handle him.”
“That’s the problem though isn’t it, Dean? You don’t think, you just do,” Warren sighed. “I was giving Vivienne all the time and space she needed to calm the fuck down and reconsider her choices, but now you pulled this shit I’ve probably lost her forever. She’s never going to believe it wasn’t my idea and that I never wanted her to be fucking hurt now, is she?”
“I can make clear it was all me.” Dean stepped closer to Warren, “If her fucktoy can act without her control she has to know I can too. Come on, it’s not that serious.”
“I encouraged you to attack Rowan because she wasn’t ever a human woman, not really, she was just a vessel that passed for one,” Warren said, “But we know Viv isn’t going to understand that. Nah, all she’s gonna see is that I use your lack of morality to absolve myself of any responsibility in beating up women. Those are not the kinda optics I want to be associated with, especially as World Champion so what isn’t serious to you is absolutely fucking serious to me, Dean.”
“Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll even do a fucking little interview making sure they know you hd nothing to do with it. Easy and clean. No one will see you as involved, happy?”
“You really don’t fucking get it do you, Dean?” Warren sighed and grit his teeth. “The damage is done. You’ve played your hand, you can’t take back what you’ve done any more than a few legal censors will stop Cyrus from being a colossal dickbag! There’s no coming back from this, I’m either with you or I’m against you. So fuck you for all of this just when I thought we were going to be okay.”
Warren turned around and left without another word, he still needed time to process and think things through. He couldn’t do that here, being near Dean was too nauseating and made his skin crawl right now. “I don’t know when I’ll be back or where I’m going, so don’t wait up…and tell Damien I’m sorry. I need my space again right now.”
And just like that they were back to where they had been months before. Only this time Dean Harper knew exactly what went wrong. Dean waited a few minutes for Warren to change his mind but after fifteen minutes it felt pretty clear. Dean opened the suite door, “hey buddy, pack your stuff up. We’re moving rooms.”
Damien looked up from his desk, “Daddy is mad?”
“Warren is mad, yeah. If we get packed up fast enough I’ll buy you another ice cream.”
“Is it D word mad?”
Dean didn’t want to lie to Damien, he considered for a long moment, “Let’s focus on packing.”
Well howdy there pardner.