The airport was jam-packed with people as Roman scanned the floor for his little sister. He was anticipating her arrival – of course, Emilia was the absolute light of his life and had been since the day she was brought home from the orphanage - but not under these circumstances. He was completely dreading the look on her face when their eyes met. Tears would fill to the brim, some spilling over, and she would run at full speed before crashing into her big brothers strong arms while asking why this happened over and over again. Roman wouldn't have an answer for he himself didn't know why such a tragedy was bestowed upon their family. Emilia was close with their mother, almost as close as she was with Roman - though no bond could ever compare to the one the siblings shared -so now that their only remaining parent was gone, they were all each other had left.
When Roman got that dreadful call only days earlier he immediately accepted the responsibility of having to look after his younger sibling. Sure she was eighteen which most consider an age where one is capable of taking care of themselves but Emilia was different. She was naïve and innocent;never exposed to drugs, alcohol, or sex living in such an old-fashioned household. On top of that, she was breathtakingly beautiful. When Roman had the rare opportunity to take his sister out he would notice countless men gawking at the bleach-blonde with him who happened to be blissfully unaware of the eyes locked on her. Roman knew he would have to look after her while she was on the road with him, so he assembled some of his most trustworthy friends to play bodyguard in case the young girl found herself in some kind of trouble and he wasn't around to put a stop to it. He gathered four guys by the names of Chris Jericho, John Cena, Phil Brooks and lastly his best friend, Dean Ambrose. Once he pleaded his case to each and every one of them they were more than happy to help their friend, especially considering the circumstances. Roman was so grateful to have friends that were willing to take timeout of their already
hectic schedules to help watch his sister. He knew, much to his dismay, they would come in handy eventually.
As he scanned the waves of faces, a familiar pair of hazel eyes and bleach-blonde pigtails rested upon feminine shoulders caught his attention. He smiled as his baby sis tried desperately to peer over the crowd of people who were much taller than her, her bottom lip poking out in frustration. Roman nudged Dean and jutted his jaw in the direction of the girl. They both shared a laugh though Dean's trailed off in a mesmerized smile as he took in Emilia's flawless, porcelain features for the very first time. He had only seen pictures of her when she was a pre-teen and immediately assumed that Roman was playing the overprotective big brother role to its limit when he and the others were told of the importance of
keeping a close eye on Emilia at all times. But as Dean's eyes scanned over her unmarked face, he felt something inside him stir. It was a strange feeling; something Dean had never felt before. He now understood why Roman pressed the topic of her beauty so immensely; anyone with two eyes and half a brain would want to be with her. Her beauty was alluring and he felt himself unable to take his eyes off her lithe form. He knew she was young. He knew she was naïve. He knew she was Roman's pride and joy. But he also knew that he would never do anything to bring harm to her. In only sixty seconds, Dean subconsciously dedicated his heart and soul to Emilia.
"Em!" Roman called out as he looked over the array of people, smiling sympathetically as her eyes landed on his. Sadness consumed his entire being when her bottom lip began to tremble and her eyes glosses over with tears. Emilia locked her fingers tightly around the handles of her luggage and ran full speed towards her brother, dropping her bags on the ground when he opened his arms to embrace her in a warm hug.
"Shh," He soothed, rubbing the back of her head. "Don't cry baby girl, Momma's not hurting anymore. " She nodded and pulled back from Roman's warm embrace, her cheeks flushing with demure upon noticing the four men patiently watching. Emilia shrunk into her brother's side and he laughed, wrapping an arm around her petite waist.
A brunette man with slicked back hair, many tattoos and a lip piercing stepped forward. "I suppose we should all introduce ourselves." He said. Roman nodded and to Emilia's dismay, pried the girls vice like grip off his shirt so she could meet his friends. "I'm Phil and you are beautiful." Phil smirked.
Roman glared yet forced himself to stay silent when Emilia let out a tiny giggle. Even if the Chicagoan was inadvertently flirting with his younger sister, he was happy that an emotion other than sadness was brought out of her. Rest assured ,Roman made sure to give Punk a look that told him he was in hot water.
"Thank you." Emilia said softly. "I'm Emilia."
Phil looked her over and whistled in approval when the blonde turned and latched onto her brother once again, giving the straightedge superstar a view of the short plaid and pleated skirt that barely concealed her perky ass. Roman scowled. "Hey, eyes up!" Punk put his hands up in mock surrender before he smirked and moved back so the others could introduce themselves.
A blonde man approached Emilia and shook her hand politely, flashing the girl a dazzling grin that showcased his pearly white teeth. "I'm Chris. It's nice to meet you, Emilia." He said. Emilia returned the greeting shyly before an extremely built guy with buzzed hair replaced him.
He shook her hand as well, patting her arm reassuringly with a warm smile on his face. "I'm John Cena." Emilia smiled and nodded in response.
And last but not least, a man with shaggy dirty-blonde hair approached Emilia. He was your typical bad boy – smug grin, grey wife-beater, a grey leather jacket – he gave off the impression that he abides by no one's rules but his own; and for some odd reason, Emilia felt drawn to him.
They stared at one another for quite a while, unaware of the snickers that were going on around them as they took in each others very essence. Emilia blushed and bit her lip as the man slowly extended his hand without breaking their intense their hands connected, electricity shot through their bodies heightening their every sense. Emilia gasped quietly before pulling her arm back abruptly with a burning, crimson blush burning noticeably on her pale cheeks. Dean seemed to be uncaring of the curt action and was seemingly at a loss for words as he remained in his spot until a hand nudged his back, breaking him from his trance.
Phil smirked when Ambrose turned around. "Cat got your tongue?" The guys snickered, including Roman,and Dean flipped off the wrestler as embarrassment flashed across his face before it was gone quicker than it came.
He cleared his throat and returned his focus to Emilia, wringing his hands to distract from the nerves that swirled chaotically in his belly. "Uh," He cleared his throat, realizing it had quickly gone dry. "I'm Dean. Dean Ambrose." He smiled crookedly and Emilia returned the expression with a cute grin, showing off her pearly white teeth.
"It's nice to meet you, Dean." She giggled softly, her eyes glowing. Dean grinned down at the small girl as a foreign feeling warmed his insides.
Roman cleared his throat and announced that it was time for them to go to the venue where that nights Smackdown was being filmed. Everyone nodded in agreement and followed the Samoan man and his younger sister out of the airport and to their awaiting on-hand limo. No one said anything about the obvious connection between the younger Reigns and the Lunatic Fringe on the car ride back, but that didn't mean Dean wouldn't get teased when his friends got him by himself.
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A knock on the door sounded throughout the quiet dressing room. Despite the Shield no longer being together, Roman And Dean still shared one as if they were. Dean was Roman's absolute best friend and vice versa. With that being said, Roman took no time in silently deciding to ask Dean to be Emilia's twenty-four hour bodyguard if needed. It was a lot to ask of someone but for the sake of his little sister's safety, Roman was willing to do whatever it took.
The two wrestlers were wrapping up their hands so Emilia skipped over to the door. The second the door unlocked, in rushed the three men she met earlier. They were all in their ring gear and Emilia blushed upon seeing two of the three men in small trunks, not leaving much to the imagination. They all got to talking for a while before Phil broke apart from the group and sat down next to Emilia. She smiled politely and greeted him with a hello, feeling slightly nervous. His gaze was intense and it had Emilia slowly inching back into her shell - not that she feared him, simply because she barely knew the guy.
"So," He began, displaying his nice physique with a long stretch. "How are you liking life on the road so far?" Phil couldn't help but lick his lips at how unintentionally erotic Emilia looked with her short school girl skirt and thigh high white stockings.
Emilia shrugged shyly and looked up at the man with a crooked smirk adorning his features. "I'm not sure yet. I've watched you guys wrestle before, but that was on the TV. I suppose it's kind of cool to be able see what goes on behind the scenes." She said.
Punk moved to straddle the bench they were sitting on, his knees brushing up against her thigh. Her blush deepened at the close physical contact but she knew she was safe with the others around. The straightedge man cocked his head to the side and tugged on his lip ring suggestively; knowing well enough the petite girl would see nothing of it. He meant no harm, really, he just thought it would be fun to see just how naïve Emilia was.
He nodded and looked up upon feeling eyes burning a hole into his head. Lo and behold, there stood Dean Ambrose with his eyes narrowed in on Phil. The tattooed man couldn't help but snicker at how jealous Dean was already acting, having only met Emilia hours before. He stood up and nonchalantly walked over to the taller wrestler.
"How's it going man?" He asked casually, arms crossed over his chest as a shit eating grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
Dean eyes were on Emilia and out of his peripheral vision he saw Roman escape the conversation he was a part of and make his way towards his little sister. Emilia hopped up onto Roman's lap and began absentmindedly playing with his long, raven hair as they talked quietly. Dean sighed, earning to be that close to her. "It's going." He said distantly, making Phil laugh at how uninterested he was in making conversation.
Punk playfully punched Dean on the arm to get his full attention. "You like Emilia, don't you?" He asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to see if Dean would admit it not only to Punk but to himself.
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes before glaring at Phil. "I don't know what you're talking about." He inwardly kicked himself for allowing his crush to be so obvious. Ambrose was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, it just wasn't in his nature.
Phil shook his head disapprovingly at Dean. He knew the man was never one to talk about his emotions, if he had any at all, but he was determined to get the Lunatic Fringe to confess his premature feelings for the eighteen year old. "Don't play dumb with me, Ambrose. I see how you look at her." When Dean remained quiet, Punk continued with a more aggressive approach. "You can cut the shit, now. I know you have feelings under that bullshit tough guy exterior. If you don't man up and do something about your feelings for Emilia, someone else will. Roman said so himself, guys can't stay away from her. What do you think is going to happen when she meets the rest of the roster?" Dean's fists clenched at the thought of another man claiming Emilia as his
own.
"They won't touch her." He growled lowly. The thought of another man touching Emilia in any way had his blood boiling.
Punk raised an eyebrow at Dean's sudden mood decline. "What makes you think they won't? You know some of these guys can get pretty flirty when they meet a pretty young thing like Emilia." He tugged his lip ring between his teeth as he patiently awaited Dean's reply.
"I won't let them." Dean assured quietly. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched the woman of his desire laugh with her brother and the others. Her smile is beautiful. He thought, she's beautiful.
Punk moved into Dean's sight and looked him in the eyes, gripping his shoulders tightly. "Just tell her, okay? Now come on, we've got a show to do."
I fixed the chapter for the second time! clearly that app doesn't work too well hahahaha
I just started school (I do online schooling in case anyone was wondering) and I'm going to try my best to get back into the swing of things with updating weekly! I know I say that a lot but since I'm going to be using my laptop more hopefully it'll give me the push to start writing again. I'm just not really sure where to go with this story anymore. I know what I want to do with it but my "excitement" for this story is almost nonexistent.
This story will be continued, though, if you guys want it to!
P.S. I'm also thinking about doing one shots? idk message me if you have an idea for one!