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AN UNEXPECTED GUEST - PART 5

Chapter 2 for Forbidden Love series. The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader.

rhea x reader

rhea x liv x reader.

mentions of damian x reader.

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TW: coarse language, aggressive actions and mild violence, mionors read at own risk.

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SONG MENTIONED:

(The song rhea and reader dance to)

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She retains!

You were already on your feet, bouncing up and down at Raquel’s side as the referee held up Rhea’s arm to solidify her win. The smackdown women’s championship clasped tightly in her other palm as she acknowledged the roaring crowd.

“Aaaand stiiiiill!”

You screamed into Raquel’s face, a small laugh parting your lips as she took a small step back with a chuckle of her own. She could see the pride in your eyes and the excitement on your face, witnessing Rhea’s win brought out such a warm glow in you that Raquel couldn’t help the large grin that claimed her lips as she realized just how much Rhea actually meant to you.

Your gaze scanned quickly around the room before returning your attention to Raquel, your brow furrowing slightly when you realized what was missing.

“Wait.. Where’s Liv?”

Had she not come back?

Raquel’s palms rest down on your shoulders as your gaze flit around the room in panic, her voice quietly sounding in your eardrums as she pulled your focus to her.

“Y/N, hey.. I’ll find Liv..”

Raquel glanced over your shoulders, her lips twitching into a soft grin as she watched the small crowd form to greet Rhea. You should be greeting the woman you loved, showing her the congratulations she deserved and not worrying about Liv. She shouldn’t be your focus right now.

Raquel gave your shoulders a soft pat before jerking her head in the direction of the curtains where the champion was set to emerge from, swiftly turning you round to face the right way and gently pushing you forward.

“Go to her.”

“But..”

You utter, digging the soles of your shoes into the ground.

“I’ll find Liv, just go.”

Gently trapping at your back, Raquel whispered go go go as she encouraged you forward, remaining in place until she was sure you wouldn’t turn around.

As you got closer to the collection of people you paused in your tracks, glancing back over your shoulder in Raquel’s direction. Her lips curving into a soft smile as she shook her head, a gentle jerk of her chin causing you to turn back round just as the curtains parted.

You’d been in this situation before, having to stand by and watch as Rhea disappeared into a sea of people. Meeting her gaze as she tossed her hair back out of her face, you offer the warmest of smiles in Rhea’s direction— everything seeming all too familiar. Your gaze dropped, only for a few seconds but as you looked back up you’re met with an unexpected sight.

Rhea had already made her way through half the people waiting to congratulate her, showing all acknowledgment but not stopping to talk. Her sapphire hues hadn’t left you once as her lips twitched into a playful smirk. She was getting her moment with you and she didn’t care who saw.

“Hey superstar.”

Rhea’s tongue licked at her teeth as an eat shit grin claimed her lips, the last time you’d called her that and how that night transpired playing over in her head as her muscular forearms wrapped around your waist. The weight of her title cascading your spine as she lifted you up off the ground, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist as she held onto you.

“You’re a winner, baby.”

You whisper into Rhea’s neck, her throat vibrating as she laughed softly against your cheek. The delicate flutter of her lashes tickling against your skin as you relished in the few moments you had together.

“It’s all because of you.”

She uttered as she pulled back to look at you— her make up was half missing and her features red from exhaustion, but she still found the energy to be sickeningly sweet. Your brow arched as you cupped one of her cheeks, your legs dropping back down to the ground.

“Oh really?”

Your palm fell from Rhea’s cheek quickly— remembering where you were, who was watching. Poking a singular finger into the centre of Rhea’s chest, a coy smirk claimed your lips as you stare up at her through thick full lashes.

“Thinking of you...”

Rhea hummed, wrapping the fingers of her free palm slowly around your own.

“It makes me….”

Her lips parting to allow her tongue room to coax over her upper lip, her crystal gaze shimmering with dominance.

“Feisty.”

Playfully snapping her teeth in your direction, you pull your finger free from her hold to slap your palm down against her shoulder. She couldn’t be flirting with you like this around so many people. Suppressing your laugh as Rhea reacts in faux shock to your gentle slap, you reach up on to your tiptoes and lean in enough for your whisper to be heard.

“We can play later, Mami.”

- - - - - - - - - - -

Leaning against the hotel bar you waited patiently for the rest of your group to arrive, under Bianca’s instruction you’d reluctantly agreed to join the champions on their night out. Everyone flew home tomorrow and it was your last chance to spend time with the girls for god knows how long, but part of you wanted something different.

Slender fingers wrapping around the stem of a champagne flute, you gently twirl the sparkling liquid round and round the glass as the sound of heavy footsteps approached behind you.

“Hey, kiddo.”

There was only one person in the world that called you kiddo— and as much as it bugged you, you still let him. Your lips twitching into a playful smile, you span round on your heels to face the gigantic male. Damian towered over you. Just like he did most of the people around the bar, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist as you beamed up at him.

“Hey, big guy.”

Catching the attention of the bartender, Damian ordered himself a drink before releasing you from his hold and taking a seat on an open barstool.

“So, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

A small laugh vibrates in your chest as you lean back against the bar top, craning your neck over to meet Damian’s gaze. The broad smile that claimed his lips had your brow arching slightly— bringing the champagne to your lips, you take a small sip.

“Did she tell you I was here?”

Your tongue swiped over your lower lip to catch a small bead of liquor as Damian chuckled, bringing his own glass up to his lips in order to knock back the amber liquid.

“It was Dom, actually.”

Of course it was.

“So you came all this way. Just to see her?”

Taking another sip from your glass, you flash Damian a weary look. You had no doubt in your mind he already knew all about you and Rhea— she’d told Dom enough for him to put the pieces together so why would he be any different.

“Something like that.”

You shot Damian a cheeky wink before downing the remainder of the sparkling liquid in your glass, placing the empty vessel down onto the bar top before pushing off the wood to stand upright. It couldn’t be much longer before the rest of your night out crew arrived right?

Damian chuckled. Motioning to the bartender with the wave of his finger, her ordered two shots of tequila before shifting his gaze back to you.

“Just try and keep it down this time.”

Your eyes widen in shock at the words that fell from Damian’s lips, the color of your cheeks flushing to a soft magenta as you collided your palms with your face.

“No.. nooo no no.. noo.”

You uttered into your palms, the embarrassment washing over you like a tidal wave.

A throat chuckle echoed from Damian’s direction as his broad palm moved to pat gently against your shoulder, to embarrassed to look up you remain hidden in the safety of your hands.

“Don’t worry kiddo, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. It was only a matter of time.”

Peeking through your fingers at the comforting smile that claimed Damian’s lips, you gently lower your palms and try so desperately to act as nonchalant as possible.

You scoffed a laugh, shaking your head gently as Damian continued to chuckle under his breath. It made your heart flutter at the idea of just how Rhea looked at you, if Damian had seen it then this had been happening for a while.

“But listen..”

Damian stated. His tone slightly more firm.

“Rhea is hard as nails, but Demi..”

You can see the passion flair behind Damian’s eyes as he spoke, the care he had for Rhea dominant in his voice as he spoke.

“Demi falls. So if this is just some fun for you and you hurt her.”

Your palms are immediately on Damian’s chest, your feet arching up on your tiptoes so you can gain some height in order for you to lower your voice.

“Damian—”

He cuts you off, his tone authoritative and stern.

“She’s like a sister to me, Y/N. I care about her and I won’t let you break her.”

You thump your fist gently against his chest.

“Will you let me finish.”

Damian chuckles, raising both his palms into the air in surrender. Inhaling a long breath, you nip at your lower lip. Your friends were finding out more about your relationship with Rhea this weekend than she knew herself. Flattening out your palm against Damian’s chest once more, you look straight up to meet his gaze.

“Damian, I love her.”

It was the first time you’d said it out loud. Actually heard the words in your own ears. You love her.

Damian’s features relaxed, his demeanor softening as he reached out to take the shot glass within his lengthy fingers, motioning for you to take the other.

“We’ll then, this one’s too Bennett.”

Your lips twitch into a coy smirk before joining him in this toast, clinking the glasses together before knocking down the fiery liquid. Holding back the cough you so desperately wished to expel, you place the glass back down onto the counter before placing your palm down on top of Damian’s upon the bar.

“I will never hurt her. I will never let anyone else hurt her. I promise.”

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“Make it three.”

You shouted to the bartender as you bounced up behind Rhea and Damian, a polite smile claiming your lips as you beamed up at the god like male before wrapping your arms around Rhea’s waist from behind, reaching up on your toes to rest your chin on her shoulder.

“How many has she had.”

Damian chortled as he stepped aside to allow you into the line, Rhea’s forearm instinctively wrapping around your hip to pull you closer to her.

“Surprisingly not that many.”

You chimed in, shifting your hip outward to bump against Damian’s before spinning on your nude pumps to face Rhea head on.

“Will you come dance with me now?”

The last time you’d been in this situation Rhea had to watch as a man drooled over you like a puppy, clinging to you as you’d rewarded him with a dance.

“Are we sure that’s a smart idea?”

You knew Rhea was right. Raquel had arrived at the bar alone and when you’d asked her about Liv she’d changed the subject, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t make an appearance. It was stupid, but you weren’t going to let her get in the way of yet another moment, just because she had a problem with you and Rhea having a connection outside of her knowledge.

“Bianca and Iyo are out there, she can’t stop us from having fun. Just come dance.”

Resting your palm down against the exposed flesh of her hipbone, you lean into Rhea and whisper sensually against the shell of her ear.

“Please, Mami.”

A soft groan vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she gripped her fingers around your wrist, spinning you round in one swift motion before tugging you into her chest.

“I will go with you, I do not dance.”

Winding your fingers with Rhea’s, you flash her an impish grin. Your free palm grasping the small glass of clear liquid the bartender had placed in front of you and knocking back the shot in one.

“We’ll see about that.”

Tugging Rhea forward, you blow Damian a chaste kiss before leading her off towards the dance floor. Your arrival with Rhea caused a loud cheer from her fellow wrestlers, a harmonious laugh parting your lips as you turned to face Rhea head on. Stretching up on your tiptoes to reach her ear you spoke loud enough for her to hear you over the music.

“You just need to loosen up, Dems. Relax..”

Nipping at the angle of her jaw playfully— you spin on your heels to press your back against her form, a soft hum parting your lips as Rhea leant down to press her lips against your temple.

“Dance with me.”

You called up to her, an eat shit grin claiming her kiss as you snaked you arm back around her neck to hold her lips against your skin.

“You’re going to get us in trouble.”

Rhea hummed against your temple as the DJ switched tracks— one of your favorite songs echoing throughout the nightclub, causing you to slowly move your hips back against her.

She wasn’t wrong. Every second you spent even remotely touching gave wondering eyes something to look at.

Keeping your hold secure around the back of Rhea’s neck, you roll your hips gently as they welcome the soft touch of her palms. Her fingers gripping at your exposed hipbones causing your head to press back against her chest. Her touch tingled at your skin, sending tremors up your spine as the two of you moved effortlessly with each other.

The dimly lit bar area was emptier than you’d expected for a Saturday night— most of the patrons packed onto the dance floor as the heavy bass echoed off the walls. You could barely see the table where Dom, Damian and Raquel sat, blissfully unaware of the conversation they shared.

“She said she wasn’t coming.”

Raquel called over the music, bringing her drink up to her lips as she refused to meet Damian’s gaze. The muscular male placed a singular digit on the edge of her glass, pushing it back down to the table before she could get a sip.

“Saying she’s not coming and actually not coming are two different things, Raquel. Where is she?”

No one had seen or heard from Liv since she’d disappeared earlier that day, no one except Raquel. Exhaling a long breath she finally lifted her gaze, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth a few times before she spoke.

“I don’t know. The hotel… maybe?”

A gust of air parted Damian’s lips as he ran his palms through long tendrils, his gaze lowering to the table only briefly until the sound of Dominik’s voice called out in distress.

“Dude. Tenemos un problema.”

As Damian’s gaze rose, the three turned towards the door to witness it close behind a very aggravated Liv Morgan. The tiny blondes jaw was clenched as she scanned the dance floor. She knew you were here and she knew who you’d be with.

Damian was on his feet before the others could even react. Crossing the bar in just a few strides, he gripped his palm around Liv’s shoulder just as she’d found her prey.

“Wouldn’t recommend it kid.”

Liv’s gaze snaps up towards Damian as she slaps his arm away from her shoulder, the words falling from her lips like a vipers venom.

“This doesn’t fucking concern you, Damian. So back off, yeah?”

Liv’s head cocks as a snarky scoff parts her lips, her gaze remaining fixed on him as she takes a step past and out of his way. She came here to make you see sense and that’s what she intended to do.

You hadn’t noticed Liv’s arrival, nor did you witness her confrontation with Damian— too lost in the fire Rhea’s touch sent through your veins. It wasn’t until the crowd of people around you started to part like the Red Sea that you spotted her. You couldn’t hide, avoid being seen. Her shimmering hues already fixed on your location as she shoved past the bar patrons before you.

“Get behind me.”

Rhea’s voice was in your ear as her arm pushed you out of Liv’s path and behind her back, her muscular frame shielding you from the fiery blonde as she approached.

“I TRUSTED YOU!”

Liv screamed as she squared up to Rhea with fire in her eyes, her palms slamming against Rhea’s chest with enough force that the taller female stumbled slightly.

“I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU.”

She shoved at Rhea’s chest again. The commotion catching the attention of everyone around as Liv continued to scream.

“YOU’RE A SNAKE. YOU POISONED HER.”

You couldn’t see what was going on, every time you moved to try and catch Liv’s gaze Rhea moved with you. She was determined to keep the two of you apart, unsure of just what Liv might do.

“What are you talking about.”

Rhea chortled, her gaze shifted to Bianca who had made her way to Liv’s side, exchanging a glance without words to the taller female Bianca grasped at Liv’s hand as she went in for another jab at Rhea’s chest.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME BIANCA, THIS ISN’T YOUR FIGHT.”

Rhea scoffed, glancing over the top of the feisty female to witness Damian and Dom enter the crowd. Liv couldn’t be serious, she wasn’t going to fight her in such a public space was she.

“Fight… please! A little munchkin like you, you don’t stand a chance.”

It was dangerous of Rhea to egg Liv on when she was this wound up, the tiny female never turned down a fight and Rhea’s cockiness more often than not got her in trouble.

“Demi don’t.”

Your hand grasped at the back of Rhea’s shirt, desperate for her to turn around and look at you. If you could just talk one of them down maybe you could solve this without any more shouting. Turning her head back to look at your petite frame over her shoulder, Rhea sighed as she caught a sight of your doe like hues begging her to stop.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. I can handle her.”

Rhea would soon come to regret those words. As she turned her features back to meet the angry little human, the air is knocked from her lungs as the hard surface of Liv’s balled fist collides with her jaw, causing Rhea to keel over in pain.

Your reaction time was faster than most, your slender figure sliding in between Liv and Rhea as Liv went in for another strike.

“GINNY, STOP IT!”

Keeping your gaze locked with Liv’s for a few moments— your lids not once blinking, eventually you turn to Rhea’s aid. Your palms cupping her cheeks to gently make her to look at you, your gaze searching her features for any sign of blood or bruising.

“Demi… hey, look at me.”

You could see the shock and rage that burn simultaneously behind Rhea’s eyes, her palm wiggling her jaw slightly as she began to stand up straight. You couldn’t let this continue, no one deserved to get hurt over you. Relieved to see Damian as he began to help Rhea to her feet, you spun on your heels with the intention to end this.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

You snapped.

“She knows what she’s done, stupid bitch.”

Liv spat, glaring over your shoulder as Dom held Rhea back. Her lips twisting into a malicious grin as she jerked herself in the direction of the judgement day.

“What’s a matter tough guy, worried I might hurt your precious Mami.”

You could feel the anger boil in your chest, the disrespect Liv was showing towards not only Rhea but her friends was more than you were willing to take.

“You know what Ginny, fuck you. Fuck your temper tantrums, fuck your mood swings, fuck your jealousy. You are not a child, if you’ve got a problem with Rhea and I being friends then just fucking tell me. I’m sick of this!”

You could sense Damian as he moves to stand behind you, Liv’s gaze flitting back and forth between the two of you as she scoffed a laugh.

“Friends… please. You’re still trying to convince me that your just FRIENDS.”

Your arm darted out to stop Damian as he attempts to intervene.

“It doesn’t matter Ginny, non of it fucking matters. My relationship is non of your god damn business, so believe whatever the fuck you want. I can’t deal with this anymore, I’m DONE!”

Taking a step back toward Rhea and Dom, you inhale a shallow breath— who knew this is how it would end.

Wrapping your forearm around Rhea’s waist, you curl into her chest as she envelopes you in her hold. Damian and Dom parting the crowd to allow the two of you space to leave the dance floor, you glance back at Liv for only a second before leaving her alone in a sea of judging eyes.

“I’m sorry, Dems. I’m so sorry.”

You whispered to Rhea as you remained curled into her side, crossing the nightclub towards the exit with Dom and Damian leading the way. You just wanted to go back to the hotel, to take care of Rhea and forget all about Liv’s actions.

But Liv had other plans.

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