#Damian Priest fan fic

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Heyyy~ saw your requests were open and was lookin for some Damian Priest content! Definetly Judgement Day vibes, maybe he’s looking to recruit Y/N? I wanna read this and BLUSH, FLUSTER ME I DARE YA!

I DOUBLE DARE YA! 😂 ok thanks!!!

Thanks for helping me hammer out the title on this @auburnwrites!! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! 😀

Title: Love & Conquests Pairing: Damian Priest X Reader Summary: You work as a trainer for WWE. You notice competition between Damian Priest of the Judgement Day, and wannabe member, JD McDonagh, but you don't realize why. Till they both start hitting on you. Then you feel like a conquest and decide to shun them both. But will you grow feelings for Damian as he spends more time around you? And will JD take the hint that he never stood a chance? Or will his actions go too far, causing the Archer Of Infamy to unleash his pent up rage on him? Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Some violence toward men and women.

Note: I saw someone on Tumblr call JD a Funko Pop and I thought it was funny so I used it in this story. Sorry, not trying to be a thief or anything!

Love & Conquests

"Have you seen the new trainer," Dominik Mysterio asked Finn Balor, Damian Priest and JD McDonagh in the locker room Saturday night. "She is a looker, hermanos."

The group was all getting ready for the Fastlane pay-per-view that was to start any minute.

"Really," JD asked. "I'll have t' go check 'er out later."

"Dream on, Pipsqueak." Damian said, his base voice going even lower in pitch. "Keep your mind on business."

"Yeah, okay," JD said reluctantly, buttoning up his black dress shirt. "I'll take care o' business first."

"Why'd you have to go and get his mind off work, bro," Damian said to Dominik. "It's hard enough getting him to pull off a win around here. Why does Finn even want him in our faction?"

"Damian."

Damian looked up to find Adam Pearce standing in the doorway to the Judgement Day's locker room.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to go to the trainer and see how that knee is doing."

"It's fine," Damian replied, giving said knee a pat.

"I still want it checked out. I know you wouldn't tell me if it was still hurt."

Damian rolled his eyes and stood from the couch he'd been sitting on. "It's fine. I'm barely limping."

"But limping nonetheless," Adam shot back. "Go get it checked out or you're not cashing in tonight."

"Wait, what?"

Rhea stood up from the seat she had on the floor. "What do you mean? I thought you were waiting!"

"Chill, Rhea," Damian said, glaring at Adam. "It's not a for sure thing. I was just thinking about it. And if I do cash in, I want to do it on my own." He held up his hands when Finn and Rhea and Dom all three gave him a look. "Look, I just want to win it on my own merit. If y'all go out there and help me, I'm gonna be called a transitional champion. No. I have to do this on my own."

With that, he left the room, a slight limp in his gait.

He headed straight for the trainer's office ready to get this over with. Just as he stepped through the door he was greeted by a beautiful doctor.

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You watched as a very tall, handsome Puerto Rican man entered your office. You felt your face flush, and hoped he didn't notice.

"Hi, Are you Damian Priest," you asked shyly, checking your appointments list.

Seemingly quiet, Damian only nodded as he stared at you.

The fact that he stared at you only made your face heat up even more.

Dang it.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," he replied.

His voice was so deep and sexy!

He reached his hand out to you to shake and you gently took his hand, and shook. You couldn't help but notice how his hand swallowed yours whole.

"So, Adam Pearce said you'd be stopping by. Let's take a look at that knee." You said, motioning for him to sit down on the exam table.

You watched as Damian took his seat on the table. "Now, don't be nervous. We're just going to do a couple of exercises to make sure your knee is stable."

"That's fine. In fact, my knee is fine. I know it."

"I hope so," you said softly, taking a rubber mallet to test his reflexes with. Then you had him hold his leg out straight for thirty seconds to see the strength in his knee and leg. Then you had him stand to his feet and perform a few squats.

Then, you were feeling his knee to see if anything seemed out of place.

"Any pain at all when I do this?"

He shook his head and smiled at you. "The only time it hurts at all is when I walk on it. But the pain is negligible."

You nodded with a hum. "I see. Well, I can't find anything really wrong. I'd still advise you to not cash in your briefcase tonight, but if you do, just use caution."

"Thanks, Doc," Damian smiled at you and reached for your hand once more. You gave it to him and were surprised when he raised the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Oh," you couldn't stop the half-moaned word if you tried. Then you were flaming red again, you could feel it.

Flustered, you tugged your hand back gently and spoke "If… If you do cash in tonight. Stop by here afterward so I can recheck your knee."

Damian smiled again. "Sure thing, cariña. Thanks again, for checking me out," he said with a wink.

Your face would not stop burning this night.

Especially thanks to Mr. Priest.

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"You weren't kidding, bro. That new trainer is a knockout. I think I'm in love," Damian said, chuckling. He punched Dominik lightly on the shoulder and grinned as if to say, "You know how to pick 'em!"

"I told you," Dominik responded, with a laugh.

"So are you going to ask her out?"

Rhea asked the question with her arms crossed across her chest. She was protective of her family and wanted to make sure the woman in question was good enough for her "terror twin".

"Of course! Maybe tonight after the show. She wanted me to stop by anyway if I was to cash in. So I figured I might stop by regardless."

"I may have t' stop by m'self," JD grinned. "I love a challenge."

"Excuse you!" Rhea scolded. "Did you not just hear Damian say he was going to ask her out? And women are not challenges, jackass."

"Hey, all's fair in love an' war, love."

"Don't call me love," Rhea spat back.

"You'd better back off," Damian growled, stepping toward JD. "The only reason you're here on the outskirts of the group is because you are Finn's friend. That's the only thing keeping you safe right now."

"Easy, lad," JD said, raising his hands defensively. "I just want t' see what all d'a fuss is about."

Damian took another step toward JD, threateningly. "Leave. Her. Alone."

"Alright. Alright, partner."

"I'm not your partner. And you're not part of the Judgement Day!"

A loud, piercing whistle whizzed through the air then.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at Finn.

"Ever'body, just calm down!" He nearly shouted the words. "I'm gettin' tired of d'a mayhem! Can we all just get on d'a same page?"

Sighing, Finn left the room before anyone could answer him.

"He's right guys," Rhea said. "Get it together!"

She stormed out next.

Which meant Dom was running after her.

Which left JD and Damian.

Not wishing to piss Finn or Rhea off any worse, he simply left the room as well, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd probably kill JD.

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Damian was setting Cody up for JD to hit him with the Money In the Bank briefcase on top of the announce table. But JD screwed up yet once more and slammed the briefcase into Damian's sore knee. Damian instantly went down as his knee buckled and he held onto it.

In the next instant, however, Cody had lifted Damian up and performed a Cross Rhodes onto the announce table. Rhea was beside herself as Jey Uso maneuvered Finn into a double-team Cody Cutter. Jey rolled out of the ring and Cody covered Finn for the 1…2…3!

There were new Undisputed Tag Team Champions!

Rhea sat on the floor looking toward the rafters as if to say, "I can't believe this!"

Finally, after Jey and Cody celebrated in the ring, it was time to head backstage.

Finn and Dom helped Damian backstage and to the trainer.

JD trailed behind them apologizing up and down–only to Finn, not Damian.

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You watched Damian's match on the little tv in your office and immediately after JD hit Damian with the briefcase, pulled his file from your drawer and prepared to see him in the next few minutes. You watched as Finn Balor and Dominik Mysterio helped Damian backstage with a shorter man–JD McDonagh if you remembered right–following behind looking to be very apologetic.

Minutes later, Damian headed into your office, a more noticeable limp this time, and waited for you to direct him.

"Have a seat," you told him, motioning to the exam table.

"You don't sound surprised to see me," Damian said to you, as he sat down.

"Well, I was… watchingyourmatchontheTV."

You flushed as you said the words as fast as you could.

"Checkin' me out again, huh?"

"Stop it," you smiled, as your face burned even more. "Now, let's take a look at that knee."

"Miss? Can I have y'r assistance please?" came an Irish voice from the hallway. The man that had trailed behind Finn and Damian on the ramp, stepped into the room holding his head.

"Yes, I'll help you in just a few moments," you replied. "If you'll have a seat in one of the chairs, I'm with a patient at the moment."

You heard Damian grumble under his breath as JD took a seat and waited.

"What are you even here for," he demanded. "I was the one who took a hard hit to the knee. Because of you!"

"Hey now," JD sounded defensive. "I took a hard hit t' d'a head. I need t' be checked f'r a concussion.

"Your big head could take a few hits!"

"Guys," you said, squatting down and gently rolling up Damian's pant leg so you could better see his knee. "I'm not equipped to break up a fight. So, please calm down."

"Don't worry, cariña. We're not going to get into a fight. In your office." Damian specified. "The hallway, now that's a different matter."

You frowned as you checked over Damian's knee. There was a bit of swelling, but as you examined it, you couldn't find anything wrong with it–other than the swelling.

"Ice it down tonight and put some heat on it tomorrow, and it should be fine," you said, with a sigh. "You guys need to be more careful."

"Tell that to Funko Pop over there," Damian said.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was given a big head."

There was an odd tone to JD's voice and you looked over at him, saw him smiling an almost perverted grin at you. There was unmistakably an innuendo in his choice of words.

Your face burned drastically, and you frowned again.

Damian seemed to notice and instantly tensed. "Keep the language PG in front of the lady, pendejo."

"Yes, please do," you commented uncomfortably. You went back to looking over Damian's knee and still could find nothing wrong.

"I think you're good, Damian," you said, rising to your feet. "Just ice it and then heat it like I said and rest it till the next show and it should be fine."

"Thanks, cariña. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

He got up and surprised you by taking a seat in one of your chairs. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I'm just staying here to make sure Funko behaves himself."

You grew even more uncomfortable. You felt as though they were competing for your attention. And that made you feel like a conquest. Right then, you decided to shun them both. You weren't going to be treated in such a way.

"Okay, have it your way," you said finally. You took out a pen light and tested JD's pupils against the light. They dilated perfectly. You performed other tests to check him for a concussion and there were absolutely no signs of a concussion at all.

"I think you're fine," you said, putting your pen light back in your pocket.

"I think you're pretty fine, too," JD flirted, his blue eyes went dark and he reached out, traced the cross necklace at your neck.

You stepped back, growing more and more uncomfortable.

"Stop it," Damian instantly said from his chair.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Seriously, I think you are… okay, JD. There are no signs of a concussion."

"Okay, chill, darlin'. It's all good."

"JD. Leave. Ahora," Damian spoke up once again and stood to his feet. His eyes flashed fire.

"Alright, mate. I'm going."

Damian grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and escorted him out of the room himself. As he shoved JD out the door, he turned and looked at you. "Would you maybe like to get some drinks tonight? After the show?"

You looked over at him and gave a slight shake of your head. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but I'm not a conquest. And I won't be treated like one. So, no. I wouldn't like to go out for drinks."

With that, you slammed the door in Damian's face and went to work on filling out the medical reports on Damian and JD.

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"Eres tan estúpido!"

Damian swatted JD on the back of his head and gave him a shove into the wall right next to Finn.

"I swear if you two don't stop it!" Rhea exclaimed. "What is going on now?"

"He screwed things up with me and Y/N," Damian spouted off. "He started hitting on her and made her think we were making her a conquest."

"Maybe you should stay out of Damian's business, JD," Finn said, "After all, he'd made it known his intentions to ask out Y/N."

"But, I wasn't asking her out, per say," JD protested. "I was only hitting on her a wee bit."

"You nearly touched her chest when you were checking out her necklace!" Damian growled, getting in JD's face. "I'd say you weren't hitting on her a "wee bit". You were nearly assaulting her!" He stepped closer, forcing JD to step back against the wall. "And now she thinks I'm a scumbag like you!"

With a roar of rage, Damian lifted JD off his feet by his throat and proceeded to choke the life out of him.

Finn, Rhea and Dom all three freaked out and began trying to get Damian to release JD. He only did when he was good and ready. Which was a full minute later. He finally set JD back on his feet.

"Now, go apologize to her. NOW!"

Nodding silently, JD left the hallway and went in search of Y/N, so he could apologize. And hopefully live after the fact.

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You were filing the reports into the file cabinet when you heard a knock at the door. Striding to the door and opening it, you saw JD McDonagh standing on the other side.

"I just want to, uh, ap-apologize." JD started before you could close the door again. "I'm sorry for d'a way I acted."

He wouldn't even look you in the eye. Some apology.

"Thank you JD. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm quite busy."

"Would you want t' catch a late dinner lat'r? After d'a show?" He asked suddenly. Hope lighting up his bright blue eyes.

"I-I don't think so, JD. I've already eaten," you lied. Why you didn't just come out and say you weren't attracted to him, you didn't know. Probably to keep from hurting his feelings.

"Oh. Well, if Damian's a problem, we don't have to let him know, ya know?"

"It's not that. I just really don't feel up to another meal."

"Okay, I see," JD smiled softly. "We can go another night. Catch ya later!" He was off down the hall before you could object to going out with him another night.

Sighing in frustration you sat down at your desk and began working on the remaining reports for the night.

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Weeks passed with JD continuously badgering you for a date. You always came up with a lame reason why you couldn't, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He seemed adamant that the reason you weren't going out with him was because of Damian's temper.

Which couldn't be further from the truth.

Damian had been nothing but kind since the night that JD and Damian were at each other's throats.

He'd come by a while after JD had, and said he was sorry, himself–in detail–not just some flimsy apology. You'd noticed that he also looked you straight in the eye and took your hand–not in a sleazy way either–giving it a gentle squeeze.

He'd won you over in the past weeks, plain and simple. He'd been there in your office when a fight broke out between Jey Uso and Drew McIntyre. If Damian had not been there to put a stop to it, you didn't know what you would've done. You were slightly shaken up because you'd never been around a fight before. Especially so up close and personal. Damian had hugged you afterwards and made sure you were okay.

He'd been coming around your office more and more hanging out, and one night he asked you out again. This time for dinner after the show.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you said softly with a smile. You failed to mention that JD had asked you out earlier and you'd turned him down yet again. In fact, you'd not said anything about JD hitting on you at all. You didn't want to start a big row between the two.

So, later, the two of you went to a nice restaurant and had a sit-down meal so you could talk and get to know each other better. You were seated next to the restaurant's front window facing the street, and your menus were brought to you. Within minutes, you had both placed your orders and then were waiting on the food.

"So, how long have you been a trainer," Damian asked. "I heard you used to work for TNA."

"About twelve years. Yes, I worked at TNA from the time I graduated till about a month ago." You took a sip of water. "What about you? How long have you been doing this?"

"Almost nineteen years," Damian answered. "I debuted in Monster Factory Pro Wrestling and trained there for about ten years and then went on to ROH for a few years, and from there, I signed with WWE and started in NXT. I've been on the main roster for about two years and I am loving it."

"You're very good, I've seen your work here in WWE."

"Thank you. So, tell me about yourself. And how did you come to be a trainer for WWE?"

"There's not much to tell. I am single. I live alone in an apartment till I get ready to settle down and buy a house. I grew up an only child and got into athletics at a young age. Got a torn ACL playing baseball when I was fifteen and had to get out of sports due to the severity of the injury. But I had an amazing PT that helped me through the healing process, and I decided I wanted to get into the same line of work. I worked my butt off and did just that. And here I am."

Your food came then and you both decided to eat a few bites before continuing on with your conversation.

However, you didn't notice the car in the street drive by extremely slowly, a pair of blue eyes watching you both angrily…

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"I had a great time with you tonight, Y/N," Damian said, walking you to your hotel door.

"I had a great time too," you replied, giving him a shy smile. "It was really nice getting to know you better."

Damian nodded, "Do you want to go out with me again?"

You nodded, a flush creeping up your face, "I do."

"Aaaand… would it be okay to kiss you goodnight?"

You giggled, you couldn't help it. He made you feel like a school girl all over again. "Yes."

He smiled and leaned downward, instantly catching your lips with his, giving you a firm but gentlemanly kiss. No tongue. That was interesting, you thought. Most guys just rammed their tongues down your throat, no questions asked. Damian was full of surprises.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Damian."

With that, he made sure you were safe in your room, before turning and going down the hall to his own room.

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At the next show, the following night, you walked to your makeshift office and was surprised–though not deeply–to find JD standing at your door, waiting on you.

"Hi, JD… What can I do for you?"

His eyes seemed to go dark as he answered you, though he kept up a cheerful appearance. "You could let me take ya out t'night."

"I'm sorry, JD, but no." You said softly, reaching around him to unlock your office door. "I have plans tonight. I've just started seeing someone, and I don't want to discourage them by going out with someone else."

You unlocked the door and stepped into your office, but JD ddin't take the hint. He stepped into the office with you and slammed the door shut to your utter shock, and then locked the door.

"JD, get out." You said, trying to sound firm. "Unlock the door and leave."

"Let me guess, d'a mystery man is none other than Damien. Am I right? I saw ya together at d'a restaurant last night."

You tilted your chin up in defiance despite your growing trepidation. "That's none of your business. Now leave, before I scream for help."

Growing enraged, JD stepped forward and swept his hand along the surface of your desk, raking everything to the floor. Then he pounded his fist against the desk, hard. "I asked ya out too! You should be going out with me!"

"I didn't want to," your voice rose in your indignation. "You make my skin crawl!"

JD charged at you then and slapped you right across the cheek. Stunned, you fell across the desk and held your throbbing face in your hand.

"You're so in trouble now," he growled, unbuttoning his dress shirt from the collar, then undoing the wrist's buttons.

Not knowing exactly what he had planned, but not wanting to find out, you screamed, "Help me! Somebody HELLLLP!"

You knew that you were heard when the buzzing outside your door stopped. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door.

"Y/N? Cariña, open the door!"

You rose from the desk to make a mad dash for the door, when JD latched onto your hair. "LET ME GO!"

The door was being pummeled then. "Who's in d'ere wit' her?" You heard Finn Balor faintly from behind the door.

Then Damian, "JD. It has to be. The little…"

JD ignored the bustle outside the door and bent you backward over the desk. Immediately, his mouth was on your neck.

"STOP IT!" You cried loudly, and struggled against him. He yanked your head back by your bangs, severely arching your back, and bit into your neck. You screamed in pain and fought him even more.

The pounding at the door intensified as JD licked where he bit.

"NO!" You screamed and managed to claw JD's face. He let out a furious roar of pain as he punched you square in the jaw.

Your head bounced back from the blow just as the door busted open and Damian and the rest of the Judgeement day and some policemen came bustling into the room.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Damian roared at JD, seeing the predicament you were in.

He lunged at JD and tackled him away from you, his face contorted in his rage.

The police stopped Damian before he could get more than a punch in, but a hard punch nonetheless.

You lay against the desk, scrambling to right yourself and fighting tears as the police handcuffed JD and prepared to drag him away from the scene.

Damian went to you, instantly pulling you into his strong embrace as JD was led away. Your legs weren't strong enough to hold you up and buckled. You fell in a dead faint as he caught you up in his arms, cradling you against his muscled chest. He immediately carried you over to the exam table and laid you on it, settling the pillow underneath your head.

"Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." His long fingers traced the already formed bruising at your jaw, rose up to the welt forming on your cheek. He also took note of the bite mark on your neck. "I want to kill him."

"Rhea grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and handed it to Damian. Finn and Dom fumbled around the medical supplies looking for smelling salts. When they finally located them, they handed them over to Damian as well. He snapped them open and waved them frantically under your nose, willing you to awaken.

You jumped awake and before your eyes even opened, your first instinct was to fight. So you did. You swung your arms out and struck out at anything that was around you.

"Hey, easy now," came Damian's soft voice. His large, warm hands caught your wrists and gently held on. "Easy, baby. You're safe."

You sobbed and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled you into a close, intimate hug.

"Shh-shh… You're okay. You're okay now."

"I-I was so scared!" You couldn't stop crying to save your life. You felt another hand rubbing your back comfortingly–probably Rhea.

"I know pequeña, I know. But you're safe now. I won't let him hurt you again. I swear it."

Hunter hurried through the door then. "I just heard about what happened…" His attention turned to you in Damian's arms. "Y/N, are you okay?"

You nodded slightly and snuggled closer into Damian's hold. His chin rested atop your head. "I'm okay now."

The police asked you so many questions your head spun but you managed to answer them all. Then you were finally free to leave and go back to your hotel room. Hunter had given you the rest of the night off–and the rest of the week if you needed it.

You went to move off the table, but Damian kept a hand on your arm to guide you. When you threatened to crumple again, he lifted you up and carried you out of the room, and all the way to his rental. Once he had you settled in the passenger's seat he turned back to the rest of the Judgement Day who'd followed him to his car. "Can one of you guys get my things out of the locker room and take them by my room? I'm staying with Y/N tonight."

Dom nodded in reply and said, "Sure, don't worry. I got this. You go take care of your girl."

With that, Damian got into the driver's seat and drove the two of you back to the hotel.

He carried you inside, and followed your directions as to where your room was. Minutes later, he was settling you on your large bed and was climbing in beside you.

"Is this okay, amor? Do you want me here, or do you want me to sleep on the sofa?"

"Here!" You cried, pulling him against you. "Don't leave me."

"I won't. I'll be right here. Just relax and get some sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever for, cariña?"

"He'd been hitting on me for weeks. I should have told someone–you. I kept putting him off but he kept asking me out. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"It isn't your fault, sweetie. It was all him. He…has issues. But none of this was your fault."

"Thank you. For being here. For saving me. I don't know what would have happened if you'd not shown up when you did."

A tear spilled out of one of your eyes, and Damian wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "I couldn't let him hurt you." He leaned forward, lightly kissing away your tears. "I could fall in love with you."

His lips trailed down with a feather lightness to your mouth. He captured your lips with his and applied a soft pressure. When you didn't protest, he pulled you even closer and kissed you more deeply, gently slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting your mouth fully. You moaned softly, and encouraged him to continue by curling your fingers into his muscled biceps. Finally, he pulled back, only to find that he couldn't get enough of your taste, and moved in for another kiss. And another. Another.

"I could fall in love with you too," you uttered softly between his kisses that travled down to your neck. He gently kissed the place that JD had bitten so roughly, a show of tenderness.

"He'll never touch you again. Ever."

You smiled softly and snuggled closer against him as sleep overcame you.

THE END

Translations:

"Cariña" ~ "Sweetheart" "Eres tan estúpido!" ~ "You're so stupid!" "Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." ~ "Wake up, sweetheart. You're safe now." "Pequeña" ~ "Little one"

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Summary: hello ^^ is it okay if i request Damian Priest x Fem!Reader where she feels secretly jealous of the constant attention Damian gets from women ever since he became World Heavyweight Champion and they just keep flirting with him. So the reader kind of like distancing herself, and it makes Damian wonder why. When another new week of Monday Night Raw came and Damian finally caught the reader before the show starts and brought her to the locker room backstage. Reader explains the reason why and then Damian just goes on to prove how much he loves only her and then they make love in the locker room :3 i'd like it to be a fluffy smut, please if its ok hehe. Smut. 18+.

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Y/N wasn't a jealous girlfriend. At least she didn't think so until he won his championship. She was so excited for him. All his hard work finally paid off. Damian was finally getting the recognition he deserved. Nothing could rain on their parade until it the other women decided they wanted to entertain him.

He was friendly to them. It was part of his job to not be a jerk to the fans. Yet they started bothering them even when it wasn't when they were at the arenas. Even date nights, the fans would talk to him. He kept the conversations brief at first. Then he started having full conversations with them. She would just keep walking to not just stand around. As time wore on, Y/N felt ignored.

Y/N started to build a wall between them. She would talk to Damian, but her mind was elsewhere. The sting of being inadvertently hurt by him sucked. He brought it up a couple of times, but she blew it off. It wasn't until he hadn't seen her at all before an episode of Monday Night RAW that he had to talk to her.

"There you are," Damian smiled upon seeing her. The show had a few hours before they aired.

"Here I am," she chuckled. Damian grabbed his fingers and linked them together.

"Let's have a chat. I feel like I haven't seen you all day," he urged. Before she could turn him down for a talk, he led her inside a locker room. It was away from everyone else to give them privacy. He locked the door behind him. "Talk to me. You have been distancing yourself and suddenly I have to look for you,"

"I'm just feeling a little jealous, I guess," Y/N sighed and sat on the bench. Damian took a step back. He didn't know where this was coming from.

"Why, mi amor? What happened?" He asked and took a seat next to her. He rubbed her back softly. She rolled her head around and took a deep breath.

"All the women that throw themselves at you now. They are so pretty, and I just miss when it was the two of us, D. Now I feel like I have to compete for your attention," she sighed and nibbled her bottom lip nervously.

He chuckled softly and shook his head. "There is no other woman, Y/N. You were here from the beginning to the end. Trust me when I lose that title they will be gone. But you know who is still going to be here? Y/N,"

Tears welled in her eyes. She cleared her throat and blinked them away. All the doubts and questions seemed so silly now. Damian loved her and only her. She leaned in and kissed him.

"I want to be here, Damian, always," she promised. He pulled her closer to him. Their sweet kisses turned into something more. She straddled his lap. Their make-out session started to heat up. Damian shifted, so she lay on the bench.

He complimented her as he placed kisses against her face and neck. She sighed happily once she felt him reaching for her underwear underneath her skirt. He threw her underwear behind him and teased her clit. Y/N gasped and moaned in his mouth.

"Don't worry, I got you," he assured her. He ran his fingers between her folds before sliding them inside her entrance. "The only woman that can make me feel like this. I want to spend my life with you,"

Y/N moaned in agreement. She didn't remember life before him. When they met, they instantly connected. Nights on the road were spent together. Times when they were away were filled with phone calls and text messages.

He curled his fingers inside of her. She gasped and balled her fists to keep quiet. The roster would have a field day in knowing they got caught having sex. He smirked and slid his fingers out of her. The archer of infamy slid his pants and underwear down. He positioned himself at her entrance.

"Now you shy?" He teased and slid inside of her. She bit her lip and whined. Damian grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He was gentle, wanting to prove to this woman that she was his everything.

More compliments were lavished on her. All her doubts were now gone. He picked up his pace once they were getting closer.

"Come on, sweetheart. I'm here. I got you," he promised. With one more thrust, their bodies were joined in utter bliss. He waited until he was ready to pull out.

"That was perfect," she blushed.

"You are perfect,"

[cowboywritersworld]

Can I prompt (Face) Fem!Reader & (Heel) Damian are paired together for the mixed match challenge & have worked well together. They are being interviewed backstage & the interviewer points out the chemistry they share & wonders if there is anything going on between them. Reader & Damian laugh it off & reader tries to prove there's nothing between them by kissing him. Both try to play it cool afterwards but clearly the kiss sparked something.

Maybe we are lying to ourselves

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Characters: Damian Priest, Reader

Prompt: (Face) Fem!Reader & (Heel) Damian are paired together for the mixed match challenge & have worked well together. They are being interviewed backstage & the interviewer points out the chemistry they share & wonders if there is anything going on between them. Reader & Damian laugh it off & reader tries to prove there's nothing between them by kissing him. Both try to play it cool afterwards but clearly the kiss sparked something.

AN: thanks for requesting, here you are! Hope you'll enjoy it! For this fic as well, I can come up with a second part, if anyone is interested. Maybe where after they win the final, they kiss better and admit they are attracted to each other.

The time the fan had determined they wanted to see you and Damian pair in the Mixed Match Challenge, you had been surprised. You are a face, while Damian is a heel, but you work so perfectly together.

You look as he pins your opponent, while you hold Charlotte back, to avoid her breaking the pin.

1... 2... 3! It's done. You are the first mixed team to advance to the final of that season of the challenge. You slid into the ring and the referee holds your hands in the air, while you take in both the cheers and boos of the fans attending that episode of Raw.

"Well done on keeping Charlotte out of the ring." Damian whispers to you as you both head backstage.

"That's my job and I'm pretty good at it." You reply as you high-five some fans on the way.

"So full of yourself." He huffs, shushing you to the back.

"Never as much as you are."

You tease him, following him until the interviewer stops both of you. She places herself between you both, a little behind, keeping the mic in front of you.

"I am here with Damian Priest and Yrn. Guys, you just advanced to the finals of this challenge. How do you feel about it?" She doesn't ask anyone in particular, but it's Damian who speaks first.

"We were put in a team together just by joke by the fans. Well... Here we are! Heading to the final match as the first team qualified! How many of you thought we could come so far into this challenge? Never underestimate us!" Damian looks always straight into the camera, moving around, his hands as well, while he speaks.

"We may have some bickering from time to time, but we work strangely good together. We won't stop here, so whoever is going to win the last semifinal, beware: we'll be the winners! You have no chance against us." You grin as you speak, looking from time to time to Damian, but you keep your focus on your part of the segment.

"Speaking of working well together..." The interviewer catches your attention once again and you both turn slightly to her. "Everyone sees the chemistry there is between you two each time you have a match together. It seems like you are perfect partners. Many are wondering if there is anything between you two."

"..." You are left astonished for a moment, not expecting such a question, but you are quick to answer. "Our relation is only workwise. There is nothing between us backstage or outside work." You laugh, playing it cool, while Damian follows you.

"Then how is it..." She can't finish her question, since you cut her off.

"Well, let us show you that there is actually nothing between us."

You feel slightly pissed off while you reach over to Damian, getting on your tiptoes - Damian being at 2 feet 5 inches be damned - to kiss him on the lips.

The kiss lasts not even one minute, the interviewer looks surprised, as much as Damian, but he smirks letting you lead that chaste kiss. Once you take some steps back, you avoid looking at Damian, looking at the camera instead.

"Our chemistry doesn't involve anything personal. Now, if you'll excuse us..."

You dismiss yourselves and go to your locker room, lightly touching your lips deep in your thoughts, raising an eyebrow as you feel Damian following you. You are questioning what you have just done, because instead of proving it meant nothing, deep inside your heart you feel it's not like that.

"You don't need to follow me, you know? The cameras aren't with us anymore." You try to act still cool, but you can't stop thinking about the kiss, wanting to feel those lips once more.

"You know we didn't need to prove that, especially not in that way, right?" He asks, grinning. "Kissing me like that, will make the fans talk about it, instead of have them thinking there is really nothing between us."

You blush a little, scratching your nape. "I... I acted on instinct. Thought we could persuade them somehow." You definitely hate yourself now, you definitely shouldn't have.

[v4mp-reads]

Good Day or Evening. Can you do a request of a Jealous Rhea Ripley X Fem Reader Where reader is apart of Judgement Day but is also Married to Rhea but due to storyline is dating Damian Priest and During a Promo Damian and Reader are being all cuddly and sweet to eachother making Rhea jealous so she ends up confronting Damian backstage so Reader takes her to the locker and reassuring her with sweet words Hugs and kisses. Thank you.

The shadow of fear

Rhea Ripley x fem! reader

Song fic using " I love you " by Billie eilish

I think this ended up way more sad than the requester wanted. oh well! (A good amount of this story will be told from rheas pov)

Y/N's POV

As i stand in the back with the judgment day, I know that todays storyline involved a lot on me and Damien, im not to happy about it, but it gets a raise out of the fans, so i just deal with it. Rhea has been a bit distant lately, i don’t really know why, but I’ll try to talk to her.

“Rhea, my love! Hi!” I said in my normal upbeat tone, “Hey y/n” she said, she never really calls me y/n so it caught me off guard. “ are you okay?” I asked as i plopped next to her on the couch, “I’m fine, love. Are you ready for tonight?” She asked I could tell that something was bothering her but I didn’t want to push her before her matches tonight and i know this promo is going to piss her off even more, I’ve talked to the GM about changing the storyline, but they continue to say “its just a storyline and the fans love you two” and I can’t fight with them, wrestling is my passion, and its how i pay our bills.

**small time skip**

I stand backstage with Damien standing in front of me, all i can think about is “ I don’t even know if that’s pg” as his hands snake around my waist.

“Ya’know y/n, people talk..about us” Damian said his face close to mine, it almost makes me want to cringe, it was horrible in everyway, but, for the screen.

I lean closer putting my hands on his chest and looking up at him, “ let them talk,” i take a small pause “ because..we know what’s real and what’s not” I say with a small smirk, as i continue to let my hands Rome his body. “You enjoy playing with fire, dont you y/n.” He said pulling me softly against the wall. I feel the eyes burining into my back and i know who they belong to, but I can’t do anything about it, and I worry’s me, i know this isn’t easy for her to watch at all. I move my hands up to his chin slowly “ Maybe i do, maybe i want to burned” I say, i know the part that is next is going to be the worst, as i watch him lean closer to me, i know what im going to have to do , i soft,y close my eyes as he lays a soft kiss on my lips, its nothing like rheas, not comforting, not gentle, not wanted.

**rheas pov**

I had to sit and watch that whole promo..i had to watch my best friend on and off screen kiss my girlfriend and the rage running through my body. I make my way to the locker room, and from there i guess things start to clearly get worse. I see y/n and Damian giggling about the dumb promo, his hand on her shoulder, normally this would be fine, lighthearted actions, but i knew better than that, “hey..” i let out a small huff, “Hi, how are you? “ Damien said moving away from y/n “im good, tired, but good” i lied, and i know y/n noticed, but I didn’t really have time to deal with her drama.,

But that all changed when she looked at me, this look wasn’t nor,al.. loveless, i dont know.. and as soon as Damian walked out the door, it was like a rush of emotion fell over me.

“Are you enjoying it?:” i yelled slightly. Her head turned quickly. “What..? Rhea why would you say that?” She looked at me a hurt expression on her face, she sat on the arm of the couch.

“Tell me I’ve been lied to?” I said softly, i feel the tears fall from my eyes, “rhea… baby, my love its all part of the show, i swear.. i promise” She said as she moved closer to me, tho i just kinda pushed myself away from her, how does someone show so much emotion, so much..lust, when they are just faking it? I put my head in my hands. “ rhea! I’m being honest with you. I dont know why you’re thinking this!?” Y/n yelled at me, she never yells, this just makes the frustration overcome the sadness for a minute “Maybe wont you take it back?” I yelled back. “ say you where trying to make me ‘laugh’” my voice cracked a bit “Do you know what its like watching the love of you life with someone else, do you know what its like to see you two interact with eachother, how your constantly touching eachother, constantly kissing eachother!” I ramble out trying to push down the pain “Rhea, its just an act..” she said, she reached out for my hand but I quickly pulls away..”I can’t help i feel this way..it eats every part of me..”

as this argument clearly goes nowhere, its getting more heated, we are both at the point of standing and almost yelling.. this causes the anger to slowly melt into sadness.

“I love you.., and i dont want to” I said, and her face whent pale, i felt so bad i knew i needed to explain to her. the tears instantly start falling, messing up my makeup im sure. “ I love you y/n so much, so so much, but this dumb being with my best friend on screen shit is breaking my heart.i can’t stand it anymore y/n, I Hate that im like this y/n i hate that im jealous, i hate that im so upset, im sorry that I love you so much” i say as tears pour from my eyes

*y/ns pov*

“I’m sorry that i love you so much” she said.. that i love you so much.. this hurt, i needed her to know, “My love..” i say as i stepped closer to her, she once more tried to step away from me, but I wouldn’t allow that’s not this time, i grabbed her hands “Rhea, hey, listen to me my love, please..” she stopped trying to get away from me, but wouldn’t look me in my eyes, “my love, can you look at me as well?” She looked up making eye contact with me, her eyes all red and puffy, it pained me to see her like this, “ my love. I can’t escape the way, I love you.” I spoke softy, “ i honestly hate the promos, I’ve talked to the GM 100 times, and they wont listen to me, i couldn’t leave you, i could never love anyone more than I love you.” I softly smile at her. The look on her face tells me she needs a bit more reassurance “ no matter what dumb script i have to follow, or what i do infrount of that camera, i only want you” i told her, her grip tightened around me.

I pulled her into a hug, softly running my hands through her hair, “i love you, and i dont want this to come between us," I spoke softly. "I can't help the way I love you" she said with a small smile dang hugged me tighter "I'm sorry I let this get to me"

THANK you for reading

Xoxo. V.4mp.

[teamchasezwrites]

Second Chance (1/3)

Word Count: 3,724

Characters: Damian Priest

Genre: Romance

Summary: Some people are worth a second chance. (A Wrestlemania XL Night Two fic)

Author’s Note: This was initially supposed to be a simple one shot. Then it morphed into a second part in Damian’s POV. Then finally a 3rd part. An error on my part with writing Damian not involved in night 1, but I had already written part 1 and most of part 2 before I realized and liked it too much to change. I did watch Damian’s doc but any errors in his road to WWE timeline are on me and creative licensing. This is written with an unnamed female lead as I tried to make it x reader, but I’m not very good at writing in the first person.

Part II Part III

The atmosphere was electric. Lincoln Financial Field held over sixty seven thousand screaming Eagle fans weekly during the fall. Usually she was one of those Eagle fans screaming herself horse from way up in section 243 at the coach to run the damn ball. She was still smarting over their epic collapse five months later when she thought they were Super Bowl bound finally ready to take the Chiefs down but alas…

She shut down that anger like she had earlier when she felt the need to raise her finger at the stadium as she was walking in. Of course across the parking lot, Citizen’s Bank Park loomed where the Phillies went down with a whimper in the playoffs. In order to save her sanity, she didn’t even look toward the Wells Fargo Center. She did however stop to take a photo with the Nick Foles statue.

Thank God for St Nick.

Or Big Dick Nick.

Tonight wasn’t about sports teams and their ability to continuously raise your hopes only to dash them in the end.

No.

Tonight was about a different hope. Though her heart still had the ability to be broken into pieces like in playoff ball.

With sports, there was always next year.

With love you tried to catch that flame and ride the magic. Hopefully forever. When the magic ended with love, hearts moved on to someone else.

With sports teams you went down with them to the bitter end.

“Jesus Christ I hope it’s warmer tonight.”

She looked to the seat next to her where her sister stood in front of the steel folding chair with the Wrestlemania XL logo. She held her phone in the air, taking a video of the crowd, the music, and the atmosphere.

“If it’s like it was last night, I’m leaving.”

“The fuck you will!” Her sister snapped at her as her fingers tapped over the phone screen. No doubt posting the video to her Instagram. “Do you know how much Bill spent on these tickets?”

Bill, her sister’s second husband. Bill, who was nearly twenty years older than her sister. Bill, who worked in the financial district in New York City and made it his mission to spoil her sister. She was sure her sister loved him in a safe, older man kind of way. He provided for her, gave her security. Random trips to Italy. After her disaster of a marriage to her first husband, she deserved it.

“I nearly lost a toe last night!”

The stadium wasn’t covered like most NFL teams seem to be learning toward when trying to get their cities to foot the bill for a new one. The Linc was open aired as they came. It provided views of beautiful sunsets and planes coming into land at the airport just down 95. Depending on the side you sat on and the time, the sun roasted you alive. It also rained on you if you weren’t lucky enough to have a seat under a cover. It also provided no shelter from the cool temperatures April always brought to the Northeast. Where winter liked to hang on as long as possible before it released its grips to spring and the blistering summer.

“I think I saw some Cody Rhodes socks at the merch tent.”

She side eyed her sister not finding the comment funny. She made sure to bring a pair of gloves and a toboggan. She almost brought a throw as well, but decided not to. If the second night was anything like the previous night, she would be spending more time on her feet than huddled in her chair.

“Probably just as well,” her sister grinned. “You shouldn’t be wearing someone else’s merchandise.”

She was saved at having to reply when the opening festivities started. As the National Anthem was performed, she barely heard the words, mouthing in reflex with her hand over her heart. The crowd cheered at the conclusion as music hit the speakers. Inside the ring, a pretty black woman smiled over the crowd as she announced the special guest, Stephanie McMahon.

Nerves built in her stomach and continued to roll and twist into knots as the first wrestler, Drew McIntyre made his entrance with bagpipe players lining the stage. Their sound echoed through the stadium. It wasn’t until the stage filled with members of the Philadelphia String Association members and their instruments and outlandish outfits did she lean over to her sister.

“I think this was a bad idea.”

She was nearly drowned out by the music on stage and the crowd singing rolling “ohs”. She learned last night it was just what they did with the next wrestler.

“What?” Her sister’s head snapped toward her as she looked away from the stage.

“I said,” she paused as the crowd roared with cheers. Looking up at the big video screen above the ring, she saw Seth Rollins made his appearance. Dressed outlandishly in an outfit that fit right in with the Mummers surrounding him. “This was a bad idea.”

“I heard that. I was just giving you time to change it.” Her sister pursed her lips in annoyance. Or disappointment. She wasn’t sure which. Being ten years younger, she was used to receiving those looks throughout her life from her sister.

“Be real.” She sighed.

“I am.” Her sister turned away from the ramp Seth was currently making his way down. “You were excited when I told you I got tickets.”

“I was. I am…” She insisted.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Look around Sis,” she waved her hand around her acknowledging the thousands of people packed inside the stadium, the cheers, the lights. “You think with all this, he’ll notice me? Let alone recognize me? It’s been so long…”

Ten years.

Ten years since the man she thought she’d marry, create a family with, would love forever, up and left her.

‘This isn’t working anymore.’

The words crumbled her heart and stole her breath. She’d been imagining her future with him and he was leaving her behind.

“You never know.” Her sister shrugged. “You caught his eye before. Who’s to say you won’t catch it again? Besides, I’m tired of listening to you wallow after another failed date with yet another guy who failed to measure up to Luis.”

Well…

She turned away from her sister to stare at the ring where Seth and Drew were currently locked together in their match for the championship belt Seth currently held. From the rumors she read online from various social media sites, Luis – Damian Priest – was going to cash in his Money in the Bank briefcase that assured him a title match.

“It has to work.”

She turned her attention back to her sister. “Why’s that?”

“These tickets were cheaper than getting that tattoo removed.”

Ignoring her smirk, she looked down at her left hand. There, on the inside of her ring finger over the second knuckle toward the third, stood Luis’s name written in a delicate script font. The tail of the s making a small heart.

“Can’t imagine any man wanting to slide a ring over another man’s name,” her sister said dryly.

The tattoo had been part of a drunken night nearly three years after their break up. Her roommate at the time was an aspiring tattoo artist. She wasn’t sure what led to the tattoo – the night remained a black hole in her memory. She woke up the next morning on the living room floor with the kind of hangover she hadn’t experienced since her first year of college. The pain in her head matched that on the pain on her hand where a fresh tattoo sat on redden skin.

Concealer became her friend. She carried it around like chapstick. One in her purse. Another in her car. The desk at her old job. A tube in the drawer of her bedside table. Even one laying on the coffee table in her apartment. All to hide the name of the man she never got over. Even now, the ink was hidden beneath a layer of classic concealer.

Her mind wandered during the match thinking about Luis and how long it’s been since they shared the same space. How different he looked in his appearance now compared to then. The cut of his hair. The trimmed facial hair covering his cheeks. The numerous tattoos covering his arms, chest, and back. His muscles more defined and cut. The added muscle weight making him appear bigger than before.

The ringing of the bell drew her attention back to the match. Drew McIntyre was standing victorious in the ring with the gold championship belt hoisted high in the air with one hand. The crowd roared in celebration. She could see a dejected and limping Seth Rollins making his way back up the ramp sans the belt he wore to the ring not that long ago.

She couldn’t help but feel letdown, a sagging feeling of sorrow eclipsing her body while thousands cheered in happiness around her.

This was supposed to be when Damian cashed that briefcase in. But he never appeared. Did all the articles and tweets she read get it wrong? How could Damian make an appearance now? The match was over. Drew won. In a second or two, Drew would leave the ring and make his own way back up the ramp. The show would continue. The window to see Damian gone.

Her thumb unconsciously rubbed over the inside of her finger, right over Luis’s hidden name.

Disappointment set in. She knew it was a chance nothing would happen. Even if Damian came out, there was no guarantee he would see her anyway. Though she would be terrified standing in the ring with thousands of people staring at her, she imagined for him the people all blurred together. Seeing them but without seeing them.

“Oh Damian is definitely cashing in!”

She tuned an ear to the conversation behind her. It took everything she had to not turn around and pepper the person with questions. How did he know!

“Oh yeah!” Came a laughing response. “He’s spending way too much time fucking with Punk.”

The video screen above the ring showed Drew now standing on the announce table. She couldn’t make out the words, but she bet it was trash talking a guy sitting in the office chair wearing a headset. She didn’t know who he was. Her deep dive into the briefcase and Damian didn’t include other wrestlers and whatever beef they may have with each other.

The Scottish music cut off as Drew was knocked off his feet. The crowd went wild as they stared chanting “CM Punk” as the wrestler continued his beatdown of the new champion.

The lights on the housing area, lining the ramp, and at the top of the ramp switched from green to purple at the same time music blared. The crowd lost their minds and she swore she felt the ground moving.

“I told you!” Her sister grabbed her arm, her fingers squeezing tightly.

A blur of purple and black ran down the ramp in the midst of cheers. She found it hard to see with everyone standing, dancing around, and their arms in the air. She looked up at the screen and her heart stopped.

Damian.

She watched the whole sequence without breathing. Jamming the briefcase into Drew’s head. Handing off the briefcase to the referee. Picking up a beat down Drew from the ringside floor and tossing him into the ring. Him climbing into the ring and the ref ringing the bell.

It felt like it lasted hours.

Damian lifted Drew high above him with one arm and slammed him to the mat before falling over him in a pin.

One.

Two.

Three.

The bell rang and crowd’s roar strengthened once again.

“And here is your winner! And NEEEEEEW world heavyweight champion… Daamienn Preeeist!”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched Damian on the TV high above the ring. Holding the title in one hand with both hands above his head in victory. He then flexed his arms down and let out a roar, the sound buried by the fans cheering.

“I told you!” Her sister shouted again, her hand still gripped her arm and she shook her with excitement. “Get over here!”

She was practically thrown into the fencing that created a barrier between the seats and the ramp. It moved slightly but she was able to regain her footing. Fans around her all stormed to the fence as Damian rolled from the ring. They screamed and shouted his name.

He appeared at the bottom of the ramp and she got her first unobscured view of him. He looked larger than life. The black leather gear he wore molded to his body like a layer of skin. His hair – much fuller than photos she’d seen of him – hung all over his shoulders in thick braided dreads, complete with purple and red scattered throughout.

Her heart thumped wildly but she was frozen. This was different. This was Damian. Not Luis. She didn’t know Damian. How could she expect him to react at seeing her? It’s been ten years… she looked different just like he did. He was a whole new person! He broke up with her for a reason.

This isn’t working out…

“What the fuck…”

She heard her sister mumble, but she was struck mute, she could only watch as he stalked up the ramp. The confidence she never knew he had exuding off him in waves.

“Damian I love you!”

Her eyes widened at the scream next to her. Her face grew warm against the coldness in the air. She could only watch as Damian’s eyes drifted from the top of the ramp toward the side… in her direction.

She could tell he was about to smile or wink in the direction of the proclamation. He’d probably done it hundreds of times. When their eyes met, his face morphed into shock. Recognition dawned in his eyes. She watched as his steps faltered.

“Smile you fucking idiot,” her sister elbowed her sharply.

She smiled.

At least she hoped.

It didn’t appear she had any control over any of her muscles at the moment. Screams grew louder around her and bodies jostled one another. She blinked and Damian was right there in front of her. His chest heaved with heavy breaths from the exertion and complete pandemonium. A slick sheen covered his bare arms. Taller than she remembered. Though his dark eyes – popping from the thin line of eyeliner outlining them – were the same. They stared directly into her eyes and deep into her soul. The crowd noise faded – muted in the background. The people around them blurred. It was just him.

“Luis…” she whispered and she wasn’t sure he heard until his eyes flared.

Then she was in his arms wrapped up tight. The corner of the belt dug into her shoulder where he still clutched it in his hands. The other end brushed against the back of her thigh. She loved being in his arms. His hold so tight offering a sense of security and protection. A feeling of home washed over her. Warmth radiated from him and she pressed her hands against the satiny spandex of the top of his ring gear. With a shuddering sigh, she relaxed into him.

“Fuck…” his deep voice reverberated through her body. She felt him tuck his head down, hiding his face from view. “I gotta go…” the words caused her arms to tighten as if she could keep him there forever. “Please stay. I’ll…fuck…just don’t go.”

She nodded her head and felt the squeeze of his arms one more time before he slowly pulled away. Her eyes met his, swirling with emotions. The dull roar of the crowd around them threatened their bubble.

In a quick movement, his hands cupped her face. His fingers were still curled around the black leather of the belt strap. The back of his fingers pressed into her check. His head lowered and he kissed her firmly and quickly. His lips disappeared in a flash and with a soft caress of his thumb over her cheek, he was gone leaving her breathless.

She watched as he stalked up the stage, the belt in hand to a group of people at the top. She recognized them from photos as part of the group Damian was in. He met them with his arms stretched wide. Two members dressed in black hugged him from either side, while another in bright white shoes jumped up from the front. Finally, a woman joined the foray. They bounced up and down as they all hugged. A moment later they turned to face the crowd, Damian standing tall in the middle. He raised his championship belt up high above him in both hands while the others raised their hands in victory. The crowd roared in celebration.

Then they were gone.

“So…”

She turned her attention from the empty ramp to her sister. Her sister had her arms crossed with a smirk on her face. One eyebrow arched and her head tilted as if to say ‘told you so’.

Her checks flushed with embarrassment as she took in the faces of the people around her. She ducked her head and moved back to her seat stuffing her hands in her coat pocket to hide the shaking. This time it wasn’t from the cold. She wasn’t feeling the low temperatures anymore. A warmness wrapped around her from the moment her eyes met Luis’s. She licked her lips, drawing his taste.

“Here,” a wipe came into view. She looked up to see her sister holding out a white towelette with one hand while the other was pressing the flap down to close the travel package of make-up remover wipes.

“What’s this for?” She stared at it questioningly.

“You’re obviously not gonna be needing that concealer anymore.” Her sister smirked and pressed the towelette in her hand.

She clutched the damp wipe in her hand. Her skin still tingled where he touched. She could still taste him on her lips from even the quick kiss they shared. She tucked the wipe into her coat pocket not making the move to reveal the finger tattoo.

“Chicken,” her sister murmured as the crowd jumped to their feet as the music for the next match started. “What did he say?”

She looked around, but the attention had diverted back to the ring. She still leaned closer to her sister just in case. “He told me to stay. Not to go.”

“Like stay here?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess?”

As the night grew longer, nerves settled in her belly. The voice in her head grew louder.

‘He’s not coming.’

‘He was just being nice.’

‘You caught him off guard.’

‘He doesn’t want you anymore.’

It took everything she had to keep herself planted in her seat. Not to beg her sister to leave. To go back to the hotel and remember how his lips felt against hers. The memory of his arms around her.

“Miss?”

She almost missed the call, zoned out watching Logan Paul, who she recognized from YouTube, wrestle in the ring. Next time she couldn’t sleep, she would Google how a YouTube star not only ended up in a wrestling match, but was a champion.

Her sister nudge her breaking the zone she was in. Catching her eye, she followed the nod toward the barricade where a man stood motioning for her. Dumbfounded she pointed to herself. At the man’s emphatic nod, she stood and slid past her sister to the barricade.

“Yes?”

“You with Damian?”

“Well…I….” She stuttered until a kick to her foot caused her to blurt, “yes!”

“Here.”

The man handed her a folded up piece of paper ripped from a note pad. Before she could question, he was gone. Sneaking along the barricades ducking out of view.

“What is it?”

“A piece of paper.” She answered sitting back in her chair. The paper pressed tightly in her fingers.

“No shit,” her sister rolled her eyes. “What the fuck does it say?”

“I…I don’t know.” She stared at the white paper. Void of anything on the outside. Schrödinger’s cat stared her in the face. The words on the inside of the paper could be everything or nothing at all.

“Want me to read it?” Her sister offered.

“No. Just…” She pulled her closer to her as she turned her body toward her sister. Their knees touched and their bodies hunched to create a makeshift wall to block prying eyes.

She took a breath and slid her finger in between the flap and pressed it open. Slanted chicken scratch she knew so well greeted her.

I can’t get away. Meet me at Embassy Suites tonight??

The note ended with his phone number and was signed with just an L.

“The cost of these tickets were worth it after all.” Her sister elbowed her in a teasing manner.

“You don’t know that.” She read the note again, memorizing the number; different than she remembered. “He might just want to catch up.”

Her sister sent her a look. “Right. The kiss he planted on you was just to catch up.”

She blushed as a smile toyed with her lips. She folded the paper back along the crease and stuffed it in her coat pocket keeping it in her grasp.

“Are you gonna go?”

“How? We’re heading in the opposite direction.”

“I can drop you off.”

“Then I’ll be stuck there.”

“Would that be so bad?” Her sister wiggled her eyebrows.

No. Being stuck with Luis at a hotel wouldn’t be bad. Not at all.

“Who cares about logistics,” her sister continued. “I will drop you off after we leave here or you can take me back to your place and come back down. It doesn’t matter. Text him right now and tell him you’ll be there.”

She mulled over her sister’s words. She was right of course, not that she’d share that tidbit of information with her. Being able to be in the same space as Luis again? She couldn’t turn it down.

As the music hit for the final match of the night, she pulled out her phone.

‘I’ll be there.’

[anotherjheastan]

Silent Phone Call

A Rhea Ripley fan fic

This is a based on a theory I had about Finn and Liv kicking Dom out of Judgment Day. I wrote from Liv’s perspective in the story, The Weight of Gold.

This is Rhea’s perspective. It’s not a perfect perspective since a few details are off. But I hope you enjoy.

CW: Panic attack

Rhea smirked as Finn and Liv tore into Dom. She grinned when Liv said he was out of the Judgment Day. She was watching backstage in the locker room. Her grin faltered as shock on his face was replaced by anger. He said things that she had said to him after he betrayed her. Her breath caught as his eyes watered and he said, “You told me this thing was real! That you were better for me! I was better for you! I did everything for you!”

Her rage and hurt from SummerSlam came flooding back. Her breathing got swallow. She wondered why it was so hard to breathe. She put a hand on her chest and stumbled backward.

Bianca and Naomi had been a few feet away getting ready to defend the tag team titles. Naomi was Bianca’s temporary partner while Jade recovered from her injuries. They rushed over to her.

“Rhea, are you alright?” Bianca asked.

Rhea still struggled to breath. What was happening to her?

“You need to blow out and then slowly take a deep breath,” Naomi said, gently touching her shoulder.

Rhea blew out a shaky breath and took a slow deep breath in.

“Good,” Naomi smiled, nodding her head. “Again.”

Rhea repeated those steps a few times until she felt herself breathing normally. Was that a panic attack?

“Thanks,” Rhea said quietly. “I thought I was over everything that happened at SummerSlam…”

“It’s okay, girl,” Bianca said. “That segment was a lot.”

“Yeah it was,” Naomi agreed.

“Did you see that segment, Rhea?” Liv said as she entered the locker room. Raquel was right behind her. “I’m done with Dirty Dom. You can have him back. Maybe I’ll see if Jey Uso wants to holla.”

Liv and Raquel laughed. Rhea balled up her fists and stomped over to them. Rhea leaned down to touch her forehead to Liv’s.

“If I see you anywhere near Jey Uso, I will break your orbital bone. See how you like it,” Rhea growled.

Liv fluttered her eyelashes. “I’ll behave for now. I can’t get injured and relinquish my title too. People already say I’m trying to be you.”

“You wish,” Rhea said. She rolled her eyes and walked out the locker room.

Rhea wandered the halls of the arena, away from the locker room. She was surprised by her panic attack. She barely thought about Dom or Liv any more. Why was she so triggered? Maybe Damian was right about going to therapy…

Rhea bumped into someone. She didn’t realized she had completely zoned out.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

As he leaned down to pick up his bag, she realized it was Dom. He looked at her, eyes red and glistening, and shook his head.

“Sure you are,” Dom said, his voice heavy with sadness. “Just go ahead and tell me I got what I deserved while you’re at it.”

Rhea crossed her arms, anger flaring up. But she let it settle.

“I won’t because I know how that feels,” Rhea said gently.

Dom’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything.

“And at least I had Priest,” Rhea said. “You’re all alone.”

Dom’s anger softened and his eyes teared up. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He turned to walk away, but Rhea caught his arm. He turned his head.

“I can’t be there for you,” Rhea said. “Not in the way you really need. But I can do silent phone calls.”

Dom smiled and a tear rolled down his cheek.

Silent phone calls were when they wanted to be together but couldn’t. When they just wanted to feel the other person’s presence, but didn’t want to talk. It was for good times or bad, FaceTime or regular call. Just knowing the other person was there was enough.

Dom nodded. She squeezed his arm and let go. He turned and walked away.

Rhea sighed and headed back to the locker room to start packing up her things. The show would be over soon.

[claymoresofinfamy23]

I love this so much! It’s literally inspiring me to write my own vampire Damian story.

Secrets and Stakes Ch. 1 (Damian Priest x Female Reader)

Pairing: Damian Priest X Female Reader Summary: Damian Priest holds a secret. A secret that not nobody knows the truth about. The WWE is full of vampires. AEW is full of Werewolves. When the two companies clash and his lifemate becomes a pawn, he must protect her with his life.

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Violence and blood

Note: I will be including some scenes from the May 30th 2022 episode of RAW in this chapter, but I’m not doing it verbatim. So bear with me please LOL.

Also, this story will be mostly done in Y/N’s POV, but once in a while like if she’s unconscious or something like that there will be parts that are in Damian’s POV.

Hopefully this will be enjoyed. I'm not entirely sure where it's going yet, but it'll be fun to see! It is a bit different from stuff I’ve normally written (the way it is written anyway), so bear with me please!

Chapter 1

Reader’s POV:

My name is Y/N. And this will either be a really long story or a really short story. I’m not sure yet. It just depends on how long it takes me to tell it.

I own my own little boutique in L.A. and have been so blessed to have it. I love helping someone find “just the right dress” for a first date, or even things like a baby’s outfit for its first portrait. Seeing the contented smiles on my customers’ faces makes everything I’ve gone through to get to now, worth it.

As for hobbies, I love music and movies, and I’m a huge wrestling fan. I’ve watched since 2003 when I was about fifteen. Mom and dad hated it though because I came from a Christian family and our beliefs were that that was just too worldly to bother with. But for some reason, I couldn’t help myself. I watched it in secret till I was eighteen and legally able to watch what I wanted. But please, don’t think badly of my parents. They only wanted what was best for me, I know. But wrestling? It wasn’t hurting anyone by watching it. Well, except for maybe the wrestlers that put on the matches. I imagine a chairshot never feels good.

Sadly, my parents passed away when I was twenty. They were killed in a car accident. It was needless to say… very traumatizing. And it took me years to get through my grief. I loved them so much.  I’ve been on my own ever since because I had no other family. 

Wrestling was what kept me sane, really. I never missed an episode of Monday Night RAW, or Smackdown, or even AEW Dynamite and AEW’s other shows as well. I inhaled it basically. I went through a spell of watching TNA as well, but after a few years my favorites went on to bigger and better things, and I lost interest in the company.

That all being said, I was ecstatic when I’d gotten my WWE RAW tickets ordered online. It would be my first wrestling show ever and I was beyond excited. I was a workaholic so I’d never had time to go to a show. But I was taking a vacation, and now had the time to go. I’d picked the tickets up later that week and guarded them with my life. 

And tonight was the night.

I could hardly contain my excitement as I brushed through my hair and began getting ready for the show. I pulled on my clothes–a pair of low-rise jeans and a red RAW t-shirt since I couldn’t decide on a single wrestler’s to wear. Then I began on my minimal makeup. Within an hour, I was completely ready and heading out to my Chevy Blazer so I could get to the Crypto.com Arena.

Traffic was terrible, and I was running a bit late. Late enough to miss the opening dark match. Which didn’t break my heart exactly. It would have been nice to see the entire show, but my favorites were seldom booked for a dark match anyway.

I finally reached the parking garage and parked my Chevy Blazer in its spot, and then climbed out and headed for the elevator. Once I hit the main floor I got out of the elevator and headed for the arena.

I could hear the throngs of people even before reaching the doors. But first, I wanted a soda before heading into the stadium, so I stopped off at the concession stand and bought a diet one.

Minutes later I was in the arena on the second row from the floor, seated next to a blond guy, who looked a little like Logan Paul, with a Brock Lesnar shirt on. Great, I thought, fighting off the urge to roll my eyes. One of those. 

“Hey, you here to see Brock Lesnar too?” He asked, leering at me a bit too long. 

“I think you’ll be sorely disappointed,” I replied blandly. “Lesnar is never where he should be.”

“Ooo, sass…I like it,” the guy tried pathetically to flirt. And there was something about him that gave me the creeps. So I scootched away from him as far as my seat would allow.

“Listen, I’m here to see wrestling,” I tried to be polite so as not to piss him off and make myself a target, but I really wanted to see the matches.

The guy seemed to flush a bit, and I took that as a sign that I’d embarrassed him. Maybe he’ll leave me alone now, I thought to myself.

Seated to my other side, was a little girl of about six years, I’d guess. She was adorable and wore a New Day t-shirt. I smiled at the mother sitting next to her and turned my gaze on the ring. Almost instantly, pyro began going off and the show was beginning. I sat my drink down at my feet and began cheering along with everyone else.

Becky Lynch’s theme began then and she strutted down to the ring, climbing in between the ropes. She got a microphone from the time keeper and began addressing us and the viewers at home. 

“Welcome to the big time! To Monday Night RAW,” Becky said. “It’s been a while since I’ve welcomed you all, but truth be told, I’ve not felt up to it without my title.” Becky went on in her spiel about how she’d literally handed Asuka her title on a silver platter and that it was a mistake because now Asuka thought everything should be handed to her.

Bianca Bel Air came out then and began chewing them both up and spitting them out, so to speak.

Suddenly, the blond guy next to me–he’d left his seat for a few moments–came back and offered me a cup of beer.

“No, thank you. I don’t drink alcohol.” I told him.

“But I just bought it for you.” He nearly argued.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t ask you to,” I replied. “Drink it for yourself.”

Oddly enough, he sat the drink down at his feet and all but ignored it. He was beginning to look pissed.

Great, I thought, for the second time that night.

I turned my attention back on the show and noticed that Bianca and Asuka were having a match while Becky watched from the commentary table. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I could tell she was most definitely talking smack about Bianca and Asuka. And was most likely talking about how she was going to win at the pay-per-view on Sunday.

I switched my gaze from commentary to the actual match and watched as Asuka and Bianca took turns having the upper hand. Finally, Bianca nailed the Kiss of Death on Asuka and rolled her up for the pin.

The crowd counted off the referee’s taps to the canvas.

“1!…2!…3!”

Ding-Ding-Ding!

I watched as Becky made her way back into the ring and attacked Bianca from behind. She quickly hit her with an Exploder Suplex and dumped her out of the ring. 

Well, that will make for an interesting match on Sunday, I thought to myself. I watched then as the arena went black.

Completely black.

Out came Edge on his throne and Damian Priest was by his side with Rhea Ripley on the other side of the throne. The throne itself seemed to sort of glide toward the ramp and then down it a ways. The three climbed into the ring and awaited Liv Morgan for hers and Rhea’s match.

Liv came out next, but not alone. She was quickly joined by both AJ Styles and Finn Bálor. I watched the three climb into the ring as well, to pander to us in the crowd.

Edge and Damian and AJ and Finn all four stepped out of the ring then so that Liva and Rhea could get on with their match. 

It was strange then. I reached down to take a big few gulps of my diet soda–I was thirsty all of a sudden–when some people began running out to the ring from the barricades.

They were wearing AEW hoodies. 

Sounds of confusion waved through the crowd at first and then people began to realize what was happening. AEW was invading.

I watched as hoods came down and the AEW wrestlers were revealed.

Jericho ran at AJ and began beating on him. Nyla Rose grappled with Rhea and Liv together. It seemed that the storylines were forgotten. Edge, Damian and Rhea had allied with Finn, AJ and Liv. They were watching each other’s backs. It was now officially WWE versus AEW. 

“YEAH!” 

Everyone was screaming around me going nuts because some forbidden door had been revealed.

“Yeah BABY!” The blond guy next to me used the distraction as an excuse to flirt with me again. “It’s finally happening!!” He grabbed me up and proceeded to grope me. 

To this my reply was to slap him. “Let go of me, scumbag!”

That may or may not have been my wisest move. He grabbed me by the hair then and growled in my face. “I’ve just about had it with your rudeness. I was nice to you. I bought you a beer, and now you slap me?”

Suddenly, a security guard dressed in a black polo shirt hurried up to us. “Folks, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You just put your hands on each other and I have to enforce our rules. So you both need to come with me.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I asked. “He was groping me!”

“I’m not kidding. You should have flagged down a guard instead of taking matters into your own hands,” He said over all the noise. 

“He was holding on to me, how could I have-”

“Maam, I don’t have time to argue. As you can see I’m actually needed down there.” He motioned with his head to the ring where AEW and WWE were still fighting. Other wrestlers had come out of the locker rooms to join in the fight and even up the odds.

“You’re actually going to kick me out of the arena, when I did nothing wrong?”

“Follow me. We’re done here.”

The guard motioned for you both to get in front of him and start heading up the steps to the exit.

“I can’t believe because of you I’m getting kicked out of a WWE event,” I growled at the guy as I began to stomp my way up the steps. Tears of anger burned my eyes. I was mortified, but I was also upset that I’d miss this event. Not to mention, I had no idea how this whole ordeal with AEW was going to work out. 

“Maybe if you weren’t such a-”

“Quiet. Both of you. I want you both to shut up…”

Strangely enough, everything seemed to move in slow motion from there. I grasped hold of the banister to keep from falling into anyone as I walked up the stairs. I shook my head trying to clear it but that didn’t work. My head was becoming cloudy and it occurred to me that I had possibly been drugged. 

The blond man. He had the opportunity to drug my drink when the lights had all gone out. I was so stupid for drinking from that cup! 

I had enough gumption to pretend everything was fine so the guy wouldn’t suspect anything. If he knew I was feeling the effects of the drug I’d be a sitting duck. However, there was only so “fine” I could portray. 

We headed out of the arena and through the lobby to the elevator. Within minutes we’d reached the garage.

“Now, get in your car and go home. You’re lucky I didn't call the police for a domestic dispute.”

In my muddled state, I realized that the guard thought we were a fighting couple. “Uh… no…” I slurred out, despite my best attempts to speak normally. “I… We’re not…” 

The guard had already disappeared onto the elevator and the doors closed before I could utter anything else. I turned and saw the look of malice mixed with lust on the blond creep’s face. “Looks like it’s just you and me, babe,” he murmured.

I could tell the way he was looking at me, he knew I was high on whatever drug he’d given me.

“Leave me alone,” I said, weakly, and turned to run to my car.

And fell on my face.

“Oopsie Daisy,” he singsonged, and pulled me up by my hair. “Glad that useless guard left. Now we can get to know each other better.”

“Let go of me,” I cried, fighting to stay coherent. I reached up and tried to free my hair from his grasp.  When that didn’t work, I decided to try a headbutt. It connected with his mouth and I felt a tooth dig into the skin near my hairline. Wet warmth instantly began dripping down my temple.

He released me in order to hold his mouth and I took that opportunity to flee. I hurried for my car the best I could, the adrenaline flow clearing my head just enough to realize I needed to put my all into getting away.

“Help me,” I tried to scream but my voice wouldn’t work properly. Most likely whatever was in the drug was affecting my breathing and my ability to verbalize loudly. “Help!” I tried again, as my Blazer came into view. I reached it and immediately dug into my jeans pocket for my keys.

However, I must’ve not been moving as quickly as I thought I was because in the next instant, a pair of hands latched onto my shoulders and flung me around to face my bloody-mouthed assailant.

“Now… You’re gonna pay!” He growled in my face. He grabbed my keys from me and opened up the hatchback, shoved me down into the cargo space and straddled my hips.

Before I could respond, he reached down with his hands and ripped my t-shirt open all the way down the front of it.

“Stop it!” I cried, grabbing for his wrists to hold him off. But he simply slapped me across the face. The force of the slap sent my head reeling to the side. Fire bloomed up my cheek. 

I reached up and raked my nails down his face, fragments and small chunks of skin collected underneath my fingernails and I took satisfaction in that as he howled in pain. If I ended up dead his DNA would be on me and he’d hopefully be caught so he couldn’t do this to another woman.

“YOU’RE SO DEAD!” He drew his fist back and punched me on the jawline.

Dazed, I momentarily went limp against the floor of my car. I felt him begin working on the button of my jeans then and I managed to begin struggling again. “Why do you keep fighting me,” He demanded. “You were practically asking for this the whole time!”

Looking back on the ordeal, I realized he couldn’t have meant I literally asked for it, because nothing could be further from the truth. But at that moment, my head wasn’t working right and all I could do was sob out a pathetic, weak “No”.

Suddenly, the creep was dragged off me by a blur of a force. I weakly raised up to find a man, beating on the blond man and cursing him for “treating a woman that way”. The beating was so rapid and severe that the creep didn’t even manage to lift a finger. It wasn’t a fair fight, to be honest, but I didn’t care.

Another moment later, my assailant was lying limp on the concrete.

I shakily managed to stand to my feet, and turned toward my car, my hand sliding over the floor in search of my keys. I needed to get out of there. Fast.

“Your keys…” a very bass-pitched voice spoke from behind me. “If they’re what you’re searching for–are here.” I heard the jingling of said keys and turned around to face who I hoped  had just saved my life.

I looked up at my rescuer, and took an initial step back.

I knew who he was.

Damian Priest. The wrestler. Standing right in front of me. He was still dressed in his all black vest and pants. His long black hair was in a disarray either from the fight here or in the ring, I wasn’t sure which. Maybe both.

I gasped and took another step back, colliding with the back of my Blazer.

“Don’t be afraid,” he uttered, his already onyx-colored eyes going darker. “I won’t hurt you.” He held my keys out to me, “Here… But, please. You’re in no condition to drive. Let me get you home where you’ll be safe.”

“I…” My lip trembled, and I bit it to make it stop. I looked down at my attacker. He hadn’t moved. “Is he dead?”

His lips twitched slightly as if fighting off a smile. He glanced down at the man for only a second and then turned his gaze back on me as if I was the only thing that mattered at that point. “No, but I imagine he’ll wish he was when he wakes up.” 

The shock of my attack and the effects of the drug was still weighing heavily on me. “I’m afraid,” I managed to slur out.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, cariña. I promise.” His hand stayed out, reaching toward me, my keys still within his fingers. 

Could I trust him?

I reached out slowly. Took his hand and my keys simultaneously.

And the second I touched his skin, what felt like a powerful bolt of lightning went through me, and everything went black…

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Damian’s POV

Once the AEW wrestler’s were cleared out of the ring and banned from the arena, the show went on as if nothing had happened. Rhea had her match with Liv, and Edge and I watched to make sure everything went as planned.

Only it didn’t. Still ruffled from the AEW attack, I”m sure, Rhea got pinned after several minutes and after eating an ObLIVion. Frustrated, Edge, and Rhea went back to the locker rooms to get their things and head back to the hotel. Mine were already left in my room at the hotel so I began making my way to the lobby so I could hit the elevator.

Before I’d even pushed the call button, I heard the sound of a distressed female coming from the garage. I also…smelled blood.

“Screw the elevator,” I mumbled, and ran for the stairs. I hurried down three flights of steps when the smell of blood grew even stronger. I knew I was on the right level. I ran through the garage and followed the sounds of soft cries and an unmistakable slap. A second later, I heard, “YOU’RE SO DEAD!” and then “Why do you keep fighting me? You were practically asking for this the whole time!”

Hearing enough I followed the sound of the male voice till I found a man straddling a woman in the back of an SUV. Instantly, I charged at him and yanked him off her. 

There was no contest, I had the man unconscious with the first punch, but I gave him several more hits just for the sake of my own satisfaction. Expletives flew from my mouth as I beat him. “You don’t treat women that way!” I growled. He fell limp to the concrete when I finished with him.

I heard a flurry of movement behind me and turned to see the woman scurrying about looking for something. My eyes fell on her keys in her attacker’s hand and I snatched them up. “Your keys… If they’re what you’re searching for–are here.” I spoke as softly as possible so as not to frighten her worse. She jolted and faced me. She was stunning despite the blood running down the side of her face. I guess I’d failed at not scaring her. She took a step back and held onto her car to stay upright. Something was off. I could smell a drug on her. Something told me it wasn’t a drug she’d willingly taken either.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” I said. I held her keys out to her. “Here… But please, you’re in no condition to drive. Let me get you home where you’ll be safe.”

“I…” Her chin trembled, and I could see she was having trouble deciding whether she could trust me or not. She looked down at her attacker. “Is he dead?”

I tried not to smile as I too glanced down at the lowlife. “No, but I imagine he’ll wish he was when he wakes up.” 

“I’m afraid,” she slurred out. 

She looked as if she was ready to drop. I had to get her to safety. Soon.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, cariña. I promise.” I kept my hand out hoping against hope that the beautiful young woman would believe me and take my hand.

She slowly reached out and took her keys and touched my fingers at the same time. 

What happened next, neither of us was expecting. 

Fire went through me and sent me to my knees. I couldn’t help but notice the woman went unconscious and fell toward the concrete. Somehow overcoming the powersurge, I lunged forward and caught her, turning so I was the one to hit the pavement. I cradled her head to protect it and laid against the concrete for a moment.

I’ve found my lifemate, I thought. The “powersurge”–as we vampires had come to call it–was proof of that. And I didn’t even know her name.

I turned my attention back to her. “Cariña? Sweetheart?” I jostled her gently trying to rouse her.

Her eyes were closed and she’d gone pale. She was out cold.

The shock of what she’d gone through paired with the effects of the powersurge had taken their toll on her.

Resign up to a sitting position, I gently laid her aside till I could climb to my feet and lift her up. I cradled her against my chest and carried her limp frame to my rental where I gently deposited her onto the backseat. Then I was climbing into the driver’s seat and speeding for my hotel. I didn’t know where else to take her. And all I knew was that I was not letting her out of my sight. I’d gone a hundred years…. Thinking that I was a lone wolf, so to speak. Well no more. 

Any desires I’d had for other women were gone. The need for a one-night-stand–sometimes with multiple women–was gone. 

I had my lifemate now. Whether she liked it or not. 

She was mine.

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[toriluvsnickwayne]

Hey yall I was thinking of writing a story abt Dominik Mysterio and Damian Priest where the reader is 26 and it’s like talking to both of them thinking it’s just like casual and FWB situation but to Damian and Dominik it’s more than that but bc Damian is significantly older than the reader they agree to make sure they tell no one so when dom opens his mouth abt “dating” the reader shit goes down. N then Jey helps the reader realize she dosent need that in her life and they get tgr.

How would yall feel abt that it would be a pretty long story maybe even a few part but it’s based of something that happened to me like 3 weeks ago with these 2 guys who were friends and apparently thought i was dating them and crap which I never agreed to be their girlfriend or wtvr and they never even hinted at dating so idk if ud call it cheating or what but I figured i could turn it into a story n I def will be including acc convos i had during this event with the 2 guys who were 7 and 10 years older than me sooooo yeah n the ending where hey steps in also happened irl the guy who jey will be based of is now my bf💕 he’s ltr amazing and the best i could ask for

[miss-kuki-nz]

WARNING: If you are not a fan of gay shipping within pro wrestling, then this fic is not for you!!

There might be spelling errors.

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A/N - This is for all the delulus out there! Team delulu all day, every day. 😉

Featuring WWE superstars

No reader in this one.

When someone has the nerve to mess with his man

*Kevin Owens to Cody Rhodes*

Cody: Randy is mine, Kevin, not yours!!

Kevin: Really? Is he really yours? Because last time I checked, you didn't seem to think about Randy when you were getting down and dirty with the Tribal Chief!.

Cody: I-

Kevin: That's what I thought. You had your chance, Cody; now Randy is with me.

*Damian Priest to JD McDonagh*

Damian: I warned you, JD; Finn is my man.

JD: But he was mine first!

Damian: Well, now he's mine, so you better back off!

*Grayson Waller to Johnny Gargano*

Grayson: You can't take Austin away from me! Do you hear me, Gargano?

Johnny: You don't deserve him, Waller!

*Sami Zayn to Rhea Ripley*

Rhea: Jey is mine now, Sami boy.

Sami: Yet he was in my bed last night, not yours

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[madhatterbri]

Bet | D.P.

Summary: A She’s All That AU where Damian accepts a bet that he can make fem!reader, who is a jobber or someone stuck at catering into a women’s champion. Thanx :)

Author's Note: Starting the story off with her already a champion. Blame @theworldofotps for the ending.

More of my Damian Priest fics can be found here.

My masterlist can be found here.

Requested by Anon

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @brideofinfamy @mrsarcherofinfamy

Time froze the moment Samantha Irvin announced that Y/N was the new women's champion. She stared at the championship belt in amazement. Months ago, this was a distant dream. She couldn't believe her moment finally came. This moment was all thanks to Damian Priest.

Y/N rolled out of the ramp and towards Damian as he waited at the top. Tears streamed down her face as she high five a couple of fans while passing them. The archer of infamy had his arms wide open. In a moment, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Congratulations, I'm so proud of you, mi amor," he muttered in her head. They separated from the hug. The unlikely duo stared back at the ring. Damian grabbed one of her hands and raised it up high.

They disappeared behind the curtain after allowing her to soak in the cheers for a little while longer. The talent in the back congratulated her. She even took a picture with one of her bosses, HHH, to celebrate the occasion. Nothing could ruin this night.

"I'm going to get a shower and change. See you soon," she promised and kissed her boyfriend. Y/N disappeared into the locker room and went to the showers. The cold water felt divine on her sore muscles. Her thoughts wandered on the path that led her here.

WWE hired her as a jobber to put talent over. At first, she was just excited to be getting air time on TV. If wrestling didn't work out, maybe she could have an acting career. Loss after loss, she ate happily until someone noticed her.

Damian informed her that he saw something in her. A spark or passion to want to succeed. Y/N blew him off at first, but he was persistent. After a few weeks, she agreed to let him train her.

Any free time she had was spent with him. They ran together and worked out on the machines. He even helped her with her mic skills. HHH started to give her more chances to show her new skills. She managed to impress him.

As time passed, their relationship started to move from friendly coworkers to something more. After work outs, they would sneak back to his room. At first, it was to soak each other in with the new light that they now saw each other in. Hours were spent staring at the hotel ceiling and just talking about their life and dreams. One night after RAW, they really pushed the boundaries of their relationship.

He kissed her outside his hotel door. That night, there was no talking until they fell asleep. The heat of the moment caught up to them. By the next morning, they were officially a couple. Now, with both of them as champions, they were a power couple. Nothing could ruin this moment for her.

Y/N stopped the water and dressed quickly. She went to the place she left Damian, but he was not around. The men's champion had a match coming up. She wanted to wish him luck before he fought his challenger.

As she walked past others in the back, those that hadn't congratulated her yet did so. She turned a corner and saw Damian talking to JD McDonagh. A normal occurrence given that they were in the same faction together. The words that they spoke felt like a punch to her stomach.

"I thought you were crazy to accept that bet. She was a mess, and now she is champion. It should have been a shoo-in for me to win that money," JD sighed. He started to hand him the money.

"Yeah, man, look, can we keep it under wraps? I don't want her to find out is all," Damian's deep voice caused tears to prick her eyes. She wiped them away quickly and sniffled.

Their eyes widened in shock the moment they saw her. Y/N could swear the color left Damian's face. Hot tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart felt like the organ literally ripped in her chest.

"You never believed in me at all?" She asked. The championship belt on her shoulder weighed heavily on her. All the times they spent together now tainted. "Was sleeping with me part of the bet too?"

"Let's just talk this out. This was before I got to know you. Y/N, you are so talented," Damian complimented to try and save face. She shook her head. The arena felt like it was crashing down on her. She had to leave now.

"Y/N, wait!" Damian called behind her. She scurried away from the heartache. Tears blurred her vision. She didn't notice who could see her until a hand grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Hey, I thought we would see Damian's match together," Rhea offered. It was a pretty common occurrence now. They had become friendly towards the other since Y/N spent more time with Damian. Rhea caught a glimpse of the other's face. "What's wrong?"

"Is this just a bet, too? Was I just some little bet to everyone on Judgment Day?" Y/N demanded.

Rhea shook her head. "A bet? What bet? Darling, what's going on?"

The sound of Damian shouting her name caused Y/N to look back at him. "Why don't you ask him? I'm out of here,"

The crying woman left a stunned Rhea Ripley. The archer of infamy moved to pass Rhea, but Mami stopped him. Her grip on his arm was stronger than a vice. She didn't look like she was in a playing mood.

"What did you do?" Rhea demanded from Damian. He gulped and came clean to her about everything.

[sydsaint]

This is a part 2 for my last Damian fic linked here.

Summary: The reader agrees to grab a drink with Damian and learns there's more to the archer of infamy than meets the eye.

Fresh off of an episode of Raw, you reluctantly stop at the hotel bar instead of heading straight to your room like you normally would.

The bar is quiet, which is expected for a Monday night. A few of your co-workers from Raw are there, but it's no one you care to interact with. Your eyes scan the bar and land on the man you begrudgingly came looking for. Damian Priest.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." You walk over to Damian who whose a dark table in the corner of the bar for your meet-up.

"Thinking about ditching me?" Damian asks you with a playful chuckle.

A hint of a smile plays on your lips as you sit down across from him. "Maybe...yeah." You confirm with a nod. "But you've come to my rescue twice now. So I guess the least I could do is grab a drink with you, right?" You laugh to yourself.

"Hey, you don't owe me anything, Y/N." Damian replies. "Yeah, I helped you out with that douche, Giovonni Vinci. But I wasn't trying to guilt you into having a drink with me."

"Damian!" You put a hand up and stop his speech. "It's okay! I know that I didn't have to come if I didn't want to. You didn't force me into anything." You assure him. "I wanted to come."

Damian nods in relief and you see him relax again. You order yourself a drink and get back to your impromptu date.

"So..." You awkwardly play with your glass after it's been delivered.

"So." Damian teasingly repeats you with a smile.

You bite the inside of your cheek and shake your head. "I'm sorry, it's been ages since I've been out with anyone." You explain sheepishly. "Especially not someone who's besties with my conniving cousin and his evil girlfriend." You joke.

Damian chuckles at your attempt at a joke and picks up his drink. "It's alright, mami." He assures you. "Truthfully, It's been a while since I've been out too." He admits.

You quirk a brow at Damian's confession. "Really?" You question him. "I have to say, I'm surprised. I'd have thought you'd be fending off girls left and right."

"Eh." Damian shrugs. "I get plenty of thirsty girls on in my DM's and at shows. But I'm really not the type of guy to be interested in groupies." He explains further. "I'm a one-girl type of guy. You know?"

"Yeah, I get that." You nod. "When I was wrestling in Mexico I had guys trying to get with me left and right. Fans and colleagues. But none of them were looking for a serious relationship, you know?" You share your own dating experiences with Priest.

Damian agrees with a nod and the two of you share a couple more drinks. After a couple of hours of chatting and really getting to know one another outside of your work persona, you decide to call it a night.

"I'll admit, this was nice." You inform Damian as you're both getting ready to leave.

"Yeah, it was." Damian agrees. "We should do it again sometime. Maybe dinner?" He suggests.

You bite the inside of your cheek again, unsure of how to respond. You like Damian. He's charming and funny. Not to mention attractive. But the fact that he's so close with Dominick and the rest of the judgment day still bothers you. You don't want to let your guard down only for Priest to ultimately let his allegiance to judgment day get in the way.

"Damian, I-" You start to speak when suddenly someone with a thick Irish accent calls Damian's name loudly.

Your head snaps to the entrance of the bar and your heart sinks when you see Finn and JD staring at you and Damian.

"Oh no." Your eyes widen and you quickly get to your feet. "Shit! I knew this was going to happen." You run a frustrated hand over your face.

"Hey, it's alright." Damian stands with you but remains calm and collected.

You look at Priest who is now making intense eye contact with Finn and JD. He steps up to your side in a protective manner when Finn and JD start making their way across the bar.

"Damian! Mate! What are you doing here with her?" Finn confronts Damian when he makes it across the bar.

"Y/N and I were just sharing a drink," Damian replies casually. "Why?"

Finn and JD both look at you and then back at Damian. "Did you forget who she is?" JD speaks up and you see Damian's jaw twitch from the corner of your eye.

"I'm aware of who she is, yes." Damian answers JD's question.

"Rhea's not going to like this, mate." Finn shakes his head.

Not wanting to start a fight between friends, you clear your throat and speak up. "I think I'm just going to go now." You nod to the door. "Thank you for the drink, Damian." You smile at Priest before moving to walk off.

"Y/N, hold on a minute." Damian catches you before you walk off. "Let me walk you back to your room." He insists.

"Damian!" Finn protests.

You remain still and watch Damian clench his fist in frustration. "Look, Finn. I don't give a damn who Y/N is when she's at work. We ain't working right now, are we?" He reminds everyone. "Now you can either step off and let me walk the lady back to her hotel room. Or I can make you move."

Finn and JD share another look before both of them step out of the way. Damian offers his arm to you and you take it before both of you walk off.

"Rhea's going to find out about this, mate!" Finn shouts at you both as you walk off.

"Let her!" Damian snaps back, his gaze remaining ahead of him. "But ain't no one going to touch a hair on Y/N's head. Not while I'm around." He insists.

Your heart skips a beat as you walk off with Damian. You're a bit taken aback by his sudden protectiveness of you. But you don't exactly hate it either.

Damian walks you up to your hotel room and stops at the door. You silently fish out your keycard from your purse and unlock the door.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there." Damian rubs the back of his neck. "It's just...I like you Y/N. And I hate that Finn and everyone else is acting so damn childish about all of this!" He adds in frustration. "We're all adults. They shouldn't give a damn about who I'm getting drinks with."

"It's alright." You shake your head. "I like you too, Damian. I'd really like to get dinner sometime if that's alright. To hell with my idiotic cousin, right?" You joke.

Damian cracks a smile and nods. "Right. I'll message you later so we can make dinner plans." He adds. "Until then, have a good night, Y/N."

"You too, Damian." You agree and, after feeling a sudden burst of confidence, you stretch up to your tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

Damian chuckles and leans down a bit so you're not struggling to reach his face. You kiss his cheek properly and flash him a smile before slipping into your hotel room.

[zeroducks-2]

Let’s talk Helena Wayne bc like it’s criminal that we barely get anything about her and that they completely changed her origin and family (the bertinelli mafia family) to add her into the main comic book line.

im torn bc I love both versions of her :(

But I wanted Dick to share some older siblings trauma with her and for Damian to have that “blood” sibling bc I think that would have completely rocked early Damian’s shit. All his life, he was told to be the true heir of Bruce Wayne, but it turns out he has an OLDER SISTER BRUCE HID FROM TALIA AND RA. Idk I just think that would have crushed his lil murder ego and made for some interesting sibling moments and an interesting dynamic.

Lastly, can we talk about how the Batfam fandom completely stole all of Helena (Bertinelli)’s character traits and gave them to Jason??? Im sorry but when in the material source has Jason ever been super devout and catholic? Helena is the religious one, why am I reading about Jason’s apparent Catholicism in fics and HC dumps? Also Jason (besides his Robin days) has never been this savour and protector of the woman and children of Gotham, that’s very very veryyyyyy clearly a trait from Helena and strongly ties into her backstory as a child who suffered coming from a rich bloodline of syndicate crime. And don’t think this is me bashing on Jason, bc it’s not!! I love Jason Todd - but for who he is. Not for this weird fandom version of him who is either still suffering from the craze the lazarus pit puts you through, or this Joan of Arc of Gotham character either.

I'm gonna be honest with you, this character confuses me a bit. I know that Bruce and Selina got married and had a daughter in their Earth-Two incarnations, and this daughter is Helena Wayne, who's Dick best buddy and a vigilante in her own right called Huntress.

Then I know Helena Bertinelli, daughter of a mafia lord who was introduced in the late 80s in the preboot comic continuity, and was a quite murdery vigilante called Huntress who Bruce didn't accept because she "reminded him of Barbara" (you gotta love DC's excuses for sexism and ableism lol it's not like Barbara was dead just paralyzed. Also it did not look like Bruce gave a shit about it at the end of TKJ that Joker had crippled her - "she reminds him or Barbara". LMAO Bruce).

Then post reboot the title Huntress was given back to Helena Wayne, however Helena Bertinelli is ALSO there and she's ALSO called Huntress? She appears in the Grayson run where Dick is an agent of Spyral, and she seems to be Italian-American but I don't think her origin is the same as in preboot? Also I have no idea about Helena Wayne's continuity post reboot - when she was conceived, who raised her, how did she become a vigilante, neither I have any idea where to find this info.

I agree that if she had been raised by Bruce it could have made for an interesting dynamic amongst the bats and birds. It did in Earth 2 even if only Dick is just there - they're not siblings but they also aren't not siblings? The dynamic is murky and I love murky. Pretty sure it would have changed everything for Damian as well, especially the fact that she would have most likely been the first object of Damian's need to prove himself worthy, instead of Tim.

That being said, not much of what you mentioned is fanon about Jason.

Jason had an arc in which he's a priest. Pretty normal that fans HC him as devout or anyway catholic.

Father Todd in Flashpoint: The World of Flashpoint Vol. 1 - this is an AU in which Jason was never taken in by Bruce and was never Robin.

As for the whole "protector of women and children" thing, you probably know that Jason was born in extreme poverty, his father was in and out of prison and his mother died of overdose. He is very much a child who suffered because of a broken system, and given how harshly he reacts when women and children are the recipient of violence "in his Robin days", is it really that strange that fans assume he carried these traits in adulthood?

We see him being sweet and protective to kids many times, or anyway losing his mcfucking shit when children are being harmed (like in Brothers in Blood). Imo that of Jason caring about vulnerable people is barely a headcanon, and I don't see how this would make him the Joan of Arc of Gotham either - if I'm being honest ALL vigilantes should care about minorities and vulnerable people, it's the other way around that is weird as fuck (like that arc in which Dick almost dies to prevent this guy from shutting down Bludhaven's casinos, like what the hell was Tim Seeley thinking exactly).

That being said, I understand your frustration if the character you like doesn't have recognition. Trust me I do! There's a lot of them for me too, especially female and/or non white characters who had maybe 1 run ages ago and then got forgotten by DC, and I would REALLY LIKE to see them more, and to see them acknowledged more by the fans (from the top of my mind, Jenni Ognats or Patricia Trayce).

But this isn't fandom's fault. As I mentioned before, Helena Bertinelli as a fleshed out character was a thing between 20 and 30 years ago, and most of tumblr's userbase was either very young or not born yet. DC forgot about her, stripped Huntress from her to give it to Helena Wayne, then brought her back but as an agent of Spyral and it really doesn't look like they care. Fans can't be held accountable for the fact that she's simply not there. They didn't "steal" Helena's traits to give them to Jason; this implies a willful and malicious intent from people who saw this character and decided her features fit another character better, and it's obviously not what happened - people barely know Helena Bertinelli exists if at all.

Also - I said this about Jason already and I will repeat it a million times: Jason wasn't picked at random from the sea of DC characters to be people's blorbo, he resonates with fans for a reason. Under the Red Hood is a deeply emotional and relatable arc for many people because it's the story of how a child was failed by every single person who was supposed to protect and guide him, and then was failed again as an adult victim who demanded to be seen and heard and acknowledged, and instead was silenced again. It's heartbreaking to see how many people see this and say "this is me, this is what happened to me", but it is what it is, and most of all there is no taking this away from Jason's fans. DC tried to villainize him, to make him look and sound like a madman, to make him unhinged and deranged and they had Tim suggest that "maybe it's the Lazarus Pit that drove him mad", but it didn't work and fans still love him and still consider him a symbol of how "bad victims" are treated worse than their abusers, and keep being retraumatized by a society that prefers turning a blind eye to violence than deal with the issue at its root.

And lastly, bitching won't get you anywhere. I am the living proof that the right way to make people interested in something is to be passionate about that something. You want more folks to pay attention to Helena Bertinelli, then since DC won't do anything with her, the most effective thing you can do is post about her - write essays, draw her, write fics with her, create webweavings and moodboards, commission this stuff if you don't have the skills. Complaining that she should be the recipient of fandom love won't make anyone more interested in her.

[joz-yyh]

Rust - Ch. 3 (Preview)

SUMMARY: A “how they got together” and “where they are now” fic in which I detail how Damian and Tardif meet and consequently fall in love. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: T (for preview only!!) The rest of the story is EXPLICIT

PAIRING: Bounty Hunter x Flagellant

WORD COUNT: 1,663

A/N: A little sneak peak at the morning after scene. I am plunging face first into Tardif being a baker (I am making it part of his backstory) and there’s nothing that you can do to stop me. Enjoy! ;)

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Damian wakes to the smell of something decadent, buttery and warm.

He can't place what it is, only that it makes his stomach growl with untamed hunger, but determining the cause comes secondary to rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

It's morning judging by the streaks of light that peek in through the fortified window frames and while the gaps between the boards are hardly enough to fully illuminate the room, it's an acceptable enough supply for raking in his surroundings.

As he sits up in bed, his gaze travels along the old interior walls of the cabin, an ambient cloud of dust drifting amidst the crusty air, dampening the pleasant aroma that he tries not to dwell on.

The space is furnished with minimal, barely lived-in necessities: dresser, side table, chairs and the overarching brick of the fireplace. These worn, charitable things show some signs of repair, the off-color wood of a chair leg, a scraped line of newly sealed cement. The only outstanding sense of personality in the room seems to be a cow skull nailed to the far wall, a reflection of an idiomatic landowner's taste.

"So this is what you've been working on," Damian whispers to himself, giving his thoughts more power to appreciate Tardif's vocations, "Everything was for this." 

The flagellant feels a traitorous swell of pride for his partner, truly convinced that the iron-set mask he wore was only that, a visage to hide the real man underneath. The seemingly unfeeling mercenary was capable of offering so much good to the world, of incredible feats of tenderness if only his skills had a suitable condition for it. He hoped that one day, Tardif would see this and realize it for himself.

"Hn," the surly devil grunts, an affirmation from his side of the bed, gently dozing in and out of consciousness.

So, the bounty hunter had not left him alone at his earliest convenience, but stayed throughout the entire night. This wisdom makes something unnamed coil inside of Damian’s chest, having sworn he heard the footfalls of departure during his restless fits of sleep. 

As brutal hands reach out to reclaim the flagellants' waist, urging him towards the center of the mattress, he thinks perhaps he dreamed it and nothing more.

"Tardif," Damian breathes his name in surprise, relief even, a pitch of admonished reprise clinging to his tone.

"Yer warm," the brute grumbles in a sleep-soaked voice, dragging himself into the dip of the flagellant's lap, his nose nudging against a clothed thigh since the other refuses to budge.

A chill was beginning to creep in, though Damian hardly noticed it, assuming the fire had gone out late that evening.

The blonde can't help the smile that lights up his face, warmed by the endearing sight of the bounty hunter commandeering his leg, apropos of a pillow.

The priest wants to touch, but hesitates, his scuffed hand dangling indefinitely above midnight-colored strands that have fallen out of place, fanned out across an olive-colored ear. 

He knows he shouldn't be afraid, that this gesture shouldn't feel so intimate, but it does. Tardif looks so damn untroubled laying on top of him, the strong breadth of his upper body draped and furled around his meekly clad torso.

Damian lowers his hand in a capricious spoil of indulgence, hating to disturb the beatific picture such a scene made, but unable to drive away the thought that he may never get another chance like this again. 

Tardif inclines his head, inquisitive and acknowledging and Damian pauses, waits for the man to settle deeper into his lap before stroking through his partner's hair, astonished by the softness he finds there.

The blonde makes a few passes, down and then back again, petting the strands into some semblance of order until his fingertips reach the lazy oaf's miniature ponytail. Impulsively, he unwinds the band, letting loose the full mullet of hair, carding through the sea of onyx with avid delight.

"Hrm," Tardif purrs, melting against the man with a contented smirk, "could get used to this."

Emboldened, Damian drags his nails across the shaved sides of the man's scalp, combs through the long mane with his fingers, the rugged tail of scruff ending at the raised knob of a steadfast spine.

His touch wanders then, seduced by the large tattoo on Tardif's arm, one he'd managed to overlook during his previous inspections. He can't quite make out the shapes properly, the angle and muscle contorted, but he deciphers part of it to be the axehead of the bounty hunter's beloved Widowmaker.

Tardif shifts beneath him, a little more awake now, planting a series of kisses along the terrace of scar-stricken skin near his lips. The brute's blunt teeth nip at the inseam of a jutting hip bone, causing the priest to gasp in a scandalous inhale of breath and Tardif is reminded of the hardness between his legs, erection pressed down into the sheets as he licks over a canvas of pale white, earning him a repressed whimper from the man above.

Suddenly, an impromptu alarm sounds and Damian jolts, startled by incessant mechanical ringing.

"What is that infernal noise? One of your traps," Damian asks, only partially irritated by the interruption.

"Muffins are done," Tardif says, pulling himself away with a despondent sigh.

“Muffins," Damian echoes, dubious, as if he's never heard the term before in his life.

"Hn," the bounty hunter grunts, getting up from the bed to attend to the blaring device. "Ye want to try one?"

Damian doesn't answer, torn by the indecision of what to say, already missing the firm tether of the man's bulk, the way such a confident, solid weight added to his form, made it better.

He watches on as the mercenary pads into the kitchen, still shirtless, having the decency to adjust the fit of his trousers.

A full-view of his chiseled back is on display, revealing more arrangements of ink-set designs (the blonde catches a glimpse of wings, beaks and talons), before he turns the corner and they fade into obscurity again.

The priest's curiosity has him skittering in pursuit, earnestly hoping to behold the etchings in their entirety, but once Tardif packs himself into the nook of the cupboards, he keeps a respectable distance.

The bounty hunter pretends not to notice Damian's excitement, preferring not to draw attention to it lest the man conceal it for some prude religious practice so, he carries on with his task, turning off the small, but no less noisy egg timer. 

He opens the oven, reaching for a customary towel rag to wrap his hand in as he pulls out the tray, pleased that the cornmeal hadn't crisped too much around the edges.

Baked confections fill the blonde's senses, the sight of their fluffy, golden mounds a delectable appeal, the unfinished canvas of tattoos momentarily forgotten.

"Makes your mouth water, doesn't it," Tardif remarks, eyeing him with a knowing, sidelong glance and a prideful smirk. 

Damian's heart skips a beat at this guilty pang of truth, his face flushing all the more when he realizes he's still missing his cowl.

"How did you learn such things," Damian asks, brows knotting into complex ridges as he marvels over the saporous muffins.

"My mother was a baker," the bounty hunter says wistfully, melancholy ripe in his voice.

Damian picks up on the usage of past tense – "was" – he said, "was" and a burst of sympathy consumes him, emphatic to partner's loss. Whomever this woman was in life, the two of them must’ve been very close for her memory to provoke such an intense fit of longing.

The flagellant’s arms wrap around him from behind, a swathe of warmth meant to purge him of his grief.

“I am sorry,” he whispers beneath the shell of his partner's ear, placing a comforting kiss against a tanned shoulder, hoping the man would find solace in this small gesture.

“Don’t be. Nothing ye could have done to change it,” Tardif huffs, trying to expel the bitter tragedy from his mind.

"Could …," Damian schools his tone, about to retract his words, but cautiously continues, "could you teach … me?"

“To bake,” the brute asks, both flabbergasted and amused, craning his neck toward the blonde, one daft eyebrow raised.

"Y-yes," Damian answers, thinking back to his brash lesson with Tardif's grappling hook. "but do not feel any obligation. I understand if you–"

Tardif tenses up, his jaw locked, muscles rigid and Damian silently reprimands himself for having brought it up.

For one brief instant, he'd seen how peaceful Tardif looked, his deep affection for this humble craft reaching back into a time before he'd built a castle wall around his heart and foolishly, selfishly, Damian thought he could scale the barrier and break through it onto the other side.

It seems the flagellant has swayed too far from his path, his flail forgotten amidst the disarray of the bedroom, a transgression that needed to be paid for in blood.

"Forgive me, for asking," Damian sighs, woefully repentant, his hold going slack, "I only wished to bring us closer."

The bounty hunter sets the tray aside on the counter along with the rag, his shoulders relaxing by fractions. "How 'bout ye just try one for now," he suggests.

Slowly, the brute twists around, facing the flagellant head-on, the priest accommodating the switch with concerned red eyes, perplexed by the growing intensity of callous hands on his hips.

"Gotta give 'em a few minutes to cool, first," Tardif tells him, reversing their positions in less than a blink.

The huntsman has him pressed up against the edge of the countertop, his well-built arms a sturdy buttress, boxing him in, blocking his escape, not that Damian would want to.

"Thinkin' I could try ye in the meantime," the bounty hunter says.

It's a husky, soliciting suggestion, his mismatched eyes half-lidded with a vicious, predatory glint.

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[bitterrobin]

7, 21, 24 for ask game

7. the question doesn't specify what kind of author, so I'll list my favorite (mostly) canon-compliant fan fiction authors: mystery citrus/whiskey for Dick canon characterization, you for Damian fics, 19burstraat for great SoC fics, orpheusaki for good Jason fics and lovingly including Duke in their works.

21. Some of my favorite pieces of comics lore hmmmm. Obviously there's Colin Wilke's various mental illnesses that are never brought up again and he was given to an orphanage as a baby, there's the fun fact that Talia was going to give the Suit of Souls and Sword of Salvation to Damian, Lazarus Pits were portrayed as orange more often than green, and Bette knows Japanese, attended UCLA and is canonically a terrible driver.

24. Favorite crossover event? Okay I don't read many events unless it has to do with a character I'm researching for. But Identity Crisis was genuinely insane to me as the first real event I read so its kinda stuck in my brain. The actual content in it is dogshit (other than Jack's death) but the melodrama and early 2000's edge was....there. Idk if I can say its my favorite but it sure was interesting. Other than that, I do actually like Milk Wars and I can say its a crossover event thats my favorite that genuinely explores good ideas. Housewife Wonder Woman and Cult Priest Batman rings true in my brain as the opposite of what those character's intend.